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    “Energy cannot be created or destroyed; it can only be changed from one form to another.”

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    “Egg drop?” she offers, a little too quickly. “That’s still in the same realm of Newton’s Laws.”
    He deadpans, “You would prefer to make a parachute for an egg?”
    She nods without missing a beat.

    She’d pay good money to see Edward Cullen dodging eggs raining down on that wild head of bronze hair from the vantage point of her second-story bedroom window. It’s revenge, she decides. For lying in wait with her mom at the hospital yesterday. For backing her into a corner until she had no choice but to agree to this. He’ll live if he gets a bit of egg on him.

    Almost as if sensing her thoughts, he frowns. It looks out of place on him, carving faint lines into his otherwise perfect face that don’t quite belong there. In fact, it makes him look a little less handsome. Beth would love it if he frowned more. She’d feel a lot less intimidated by him. Or maybe that has more to do with the fact that he’s going to marry her cousin and play a hand in Renaissance's traumatic birth.
    It’s a toss-up, really.

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    20 May 2026

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    It's Sophomore year and Imogen has a peculiar lab partner.

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    It's Sophomore year (again) and Edward has a peculiar lab partner.

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    18 May 2026

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    "No way. There is no fucking way" My breath came quicker as I grabbed the black backpack from beside the bed. "Come on, you have to have something in here with your name on it." I muttered to myself as I searched through the pockets.

    There, in the small zipper pocket was a wallet. My hands shook as I read and re-read the name on the Driver's License.

    Isabella Marie Swan. "Jesus Christ". I didn't remember being hit by a truck. Actually, I didn't remember anything specific happening before I woke up here. It was just a yawning, blank, nothing. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and tried as hard as I could to remember something. It felt like trying to remember a dream, but the flashing images didn't make sense and wouldn't stay long enough for me to make anything at all of them.

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    18 May 2026

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    Kakashi was prepared to travel back in time. He wasn't expecting ti to actually work, and he certainly wasn't expecting to wake up in a world that seemed distinctly... off... from what he remembered of the past.
    What does it mean, to wake up in a time when his father is meant to be dead and instead find that he and his dad are living with extended family he's never heard of?
    And why does his new cousin seem like he might know that Kakashi isn't the person he's pretending to be?
    (Crossover between Canon and My OCSI fic, Morpheme, but you can absolutely read it as Kakashi just landing in an AU rather than needing to know that fic specifically)

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    "You should be so mad at me."

    "Oh, furious," he panted, drawing her body closer to his. Beneath pretty blond lashes, his eyes were bright and twinkling. "Can't you tell?"

     

    Daeron knew he meant to go down in history as another fail son of the Targaryen line—knew he’d die young, knew he’d do the same in life as he did in death: disappointing his father, his family, his name. He knew he’d never know love or passion unless it came out of the bottom of a cup or the skirts of a whore. He’d seen it all in his dreams.

    He didn’t see Mariyam Storm and all that she’d be to him, until she shot him with her crossbow.

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    03 May 2026