Never sleeping again
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You had spent most of your life studying to be a part of the Avatar Program on Pandora. You were happy to be behind the scenes, monitoring the pilots and making new discoveries on this vast scientific frontier. That is until everything you thought you knew is shattered before your very eyes and your life is cut tragically short.
But when you wake up 16 years later in a new Recombinant body, what do you do with your second chance at life? Do you continue to fight for the resistance that you helped start, all those years ago? Or do you let your heart run away with you again? Would you even be able to survive it a second time, if you did?
Will history repeat itself, or can you finally help put an end to this war?
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- Part 2 of Promises
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You've almost completed recombinant Colonel Quaritch's mandatory checkup, but there's one more sample you need. He's willing to give it to you if you're willing to take it.
Includes (nsfw) art that the fic was inspired by.
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You were too old for this.
Or: you wake up in one piece, ruin everything, and engage in the worst game of hide and seek you’ve ever heard of.
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Destiny has never chosen Sakura, and it’s not about to start now. But with Naruto gone and the world as she knows it on the brink of collapse, the pickings are slim.
Good thing she’s too stubborn to lose.
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Or, Obito has not stopped to consider that he’s left the future in the hands of a pair of idiots.
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“Why,” Hermione groaned, feeling her face go white-hot. Of all days?
She trudged on, giving a tight smile and praying for the earth to open up and swallow her whole. Because this was just perfect, wasn’t it? They looked objectively cool, while she (a grown twenty-seven year old) was dressed like a princess in the middle of the fucking day. She supposed it could be worse –how? She didn’t know.
AKA: the one where Hermione Granger (whilst dressed as a princess) meets biker Draco Malfoy.