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    27 Apr 2026

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    "In case you've forgotten, you got to keep the TARDIS!"

    And for the first time since this encounter began, the Doctor totally lost his cool. His eyes flashed hot, furious fire, and he stalked forward into John's face until their noses were only inches apart.

    "Yes, I did, but you'll forgive me if I don't apologize, since you got to keep Rose!"

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    “I-” the Doctor’s voice dies on the first word like the rest of them had been choked out of him. His hands grip the side of the counter so hard his knuckles turn white. “Rose.”

    The blonde stares at the Doctor in blatant surprise, hands still in the air as she mouths wordlessly at him. Her eyes widen and dart around, taking in Amy, Rory, and then back to the Doctor. 

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    21 Sep 2022

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    The incident on Rory’s 38th birthday in particular comes to mind, but they don’t talk about that- not even at their court-mandated therapy.

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    Some time after the end of the war, Dimitri comes under increasing pressure to marry and produce an heir. Felix has a rather unorthodox solution to his problem.

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    31 Mar 2026

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    The problem isn’t that it’s hard to imagine. It’s easy to imagine. It’s far too easy. Dimitri has spent the better part of his life trying not to imagine it and failing miserably.

    Dimitri musters up a smile. From the council table, he hears Felix say something shockingly diplomatic in a tone that suggests homicide.

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    After having lived the same life, and having fought the same war, over and over and over, Byleth has had enough.

    He has seen every possible ending. Reached every possible conclusion. But surely, there has to be an ending where everyone is satisfied.

    And so he tries again, and again, and again. With Sothis' power, they should be able to find it eventually. And with the knowledge of four separate lifetimes guiding their every move...

    You'd think they'd be a lot better at this.

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    30 Mar 2026

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    What was something about him that would also make him seem sympathetic to Edelgard's plans and ideals?

    "I have also been experimented on and had a Crest implanted in me as a child," Byleth eventually decides on saying.

    Perfect.

    Edelgard's smile fades from her face.

    "What?" she says, tense.

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    Hubert’s expression of neutral displeasure curdles into a real frown. “I wasn’t aware taxpayers paid you to take creative writing classes.”

    “These are real things you’ve said to my aides, Hubert,” Ferdinand says patiently. “I have a list. It’s printed out on very nice stationery, the thick kind, back in my office. On my desk. Do you want me to get it and read it out to you, so you can pick how you’d like to punish me for tarnishing Adrestia’s image?”

    Minister Aegir finds himself in the middle of a PR disaster. Somehow, this ends up working in his favor.

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    04 Feb 2023

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    The three highest-ranking officials in the Ministry of Education wait, with mortified anticipation, as Hubert taps on his smartphone screen and reads whatever it is he’s found. His barely-there eyebrows climb higher, higher, and higher on his forehead, until it looks like they’re about to achieve some long-awaited reunion with the rest of his hair. The typing sounds continue from the interns’ corner. Ferdinand is starting to think that they should get a choir and organ to set the mood.

    Then, in one swift motion, Hubert locks his phone and shoves it in his pocket. He stalks over to Linhardt’s desk, drawn up to his full height, like a very angry sapient obelisk. Dorothea shrinks backwards. The interns have stopped typing, and are now holding each others’ arms as they look on in horror.

    Hubert disappears as quickly as he had materialized earlier. The ringing silence he leaves behind is that of a freshly-bombed village, with smoking ruins crumbling into nothing where there were once houses, shedding ash on blackened bodies in the streets.

    Then, like a lone survivor gazing up to the sun, Dorothea turns to Ferdinand and asks: “So is he going to fuck, marry, or kill you?”

    “All three in quick succession, I think,” Linhardt says. “Don’t look so excited, Ferdinand, it’s unbecoming of your post.”

    Dorothea says, “Of course he’s calm. We’re Garreg Mach alumni. Every single one of us spent four years apologizing to the clergy.”

    Ferdinand frowns. “I don’t recall doing a lot of apologizing.”

    “That was because you were a total narc back then, Ferdinand,” says Dorothea, who now works as an actual government spokesperson.