time travel fix-it

What if Loki was able to warn his past self, so he did not lose control during his regency and was able to act as he normally would? What if he had been able to remain calm and in control of himself, and the situation? "How?" Loki demanded. "Betrayal," his future self stated simply, rage clear in every syllable. "But you must control your reaction and come to see me, or you will repeat my mistakes and we will miss an opportunity to take control and alter things in our favor." It would have changed everything.

The tattered memory of Tom Riddle sat on the porch of number four Privet Drive, pressing desperately into the horcrux housed in Harry Potter’s forehead. or In which Harry Potter is unceremoniously thrust back in time and forced to deal with Voldemort whining inside his head. At least Death had the decency to apologize.

Satoru takes another step forwards, arms spreading wide in excitement, “Yūji-kun! You’re here!” “Oh my God,” the child repeats breathlessly, sounding far older than any child his age should sound, unable to tear his eyes away from Satoru. The boy shakes faintly, shock maybe, words a shaky exhale, “it’s really- you’re- you look- this is— oh my God!” Annnnd there’s really no doubting it now. Clearly those vivid dreams of war, imprisonment and eleven years of growing up is not the dream Satoru had thought it to be since waking up in the infirmary as a seventeen-year-old student, way back before the source of all his problems defected from Jujutsu society. What the hell is going on?

It was amazing that once she had someone by her side willing to fight for her, how she too started to fight. Once she saw someone fight for her it was like the fire that had been starting to die down was rekindled. She vowed never to let go of it again. What could have been the worst night of her life and the catalyst of her downfall became a turning point in her path to ascension. *Harwin dies and, after being shown the death of his children and Rhaenyra, wakes up on the night Daemon took Rhaenyra into King's Landing and is determined to do everything to ensure the past does not happen again and that his children and the woman he loves never have to experience the misery they did in his past life.

John Dory wishes he could go back to the night the band disbanded. He wants to fix his relationships with his brothers. He’s missed so much of their lives, he wants to right where he went wrong and give the brothers the life he knows they deserve.

Test bed and beta chapters plus plot bunnies. The latest in the long line of Bunny farms! Where I can write scenes without bothering with the background story and build the rest around them later or post starter chapters for new stories! Random chapters that don't yet fit anywhere also occasionally make an appearance! Enjoy my madness!

If Rhaenyra was as cruel as they said, Alicent would have never stood a chance.

When the enigma named Harry Potter stumbled into his world, Tom couldn't have been more unimpressed. That’s not about to stop Harry from adopting him and changing both of their lives. Harry's mission to stop a future Dark Lord’s murder spree and return to a better future and Tom’s pursuit to rule the world and achieve immortality inevitably clashes, and they’ll end up changing the world together. Hopefully, in Harry’s favor. ∞∞∞ Tom raised his head from his book as a distant feeling crept upon him. As if the air was crackling, pulsing with the chimes of a clock tower somewhere, signaling the start of—of something new, he didn't know. The thrum of energy surged in him, an urgency rising that moved him to leave his room, to peer out the age-tinted-yellow window at the end of the hall where he could see the front gates of the orphanage. A blurred shape of a man stumbled onto the threshold with the grace of a drunkard.

In Dragonstone, the years pass and her second life becomes more and more different from the first. Yet, Rhaenyra can't help but feel the looming of the war coming close at her heels, the shadows of those last years press against the back of her mind while she tries to father support in Westeros and divide the Green faction from the inside. In Essos, Daemon Targaryen is a prince in exile and a king far away from his kingdom determined to discover the conspiracies that have eaten away the strength of House Targaryen. In King's Landing, because of her husband's guilt and newfound conscience, Alicent Hightower realises she can't rely only on tradition or precedent and takes the future of her children and the ambitions of her House into her own hands.

It’s been four days since he became an Avenger, four days since Thanos snapped, four days since he and Nebula were left stranded in space, four days since he lost Tony, four days since Earth’s Mightiest Heroes lost. He wouldn’t consider himself mighty, not then, not now. Or… Peter doesn't get blipped, but Tony does. Where does he go from there?

Anon has been stuck in this loop for years now. Making mistakes. Fucking up. He's learned finally, learned what he needs to do to not make Fang cry again. Once more into the breach. (More emotionally competent Anon)

”I... I don’t get it, Sukuna.” He then leaned away just a bit more and used his sleeve to wipe away the few stray tears. Sukuna smirked, showing a sliver of his teeth. ”What, how I did it? Frankly speaking, brat, I don’t think you would understand even if I explained it.” When in doubt; act vaguely mean. Just don’t overdo it. ”Heh, I probably wouldn’t, yeah.” The teen once again turned to look at Sukuna’s face. The weird intensity of his stare honestly freaked the curse out a bit, though of course only on the inside. ”But no, what I don’t get is,” Yuji paused for a moment, almost as if thinking of not saying what he planned on saying. Then, his face grew determined, and he began again. "What I don’t get is why you pretend to be evil.” Sukuna’s smirk faded completely as he froze, for but a fraction of a second, thinking What? Or; Sukuna does something undeniably kind. Yuji goes looking for answers.

Aegon II Targaryen earned the chance to change the fate of his family and stop the Dance of the Dragons. The Gods of Old Valyria have very little faith in him with the exception of the one who created the Dragons in the first place. Now the only question is will he be able to do it? This is primarily a team green fanfic but besides a short few, it's also team black friendly

The Clone Wars were an aberration. They were never supposed to happen. Rex and Ahsoka, joined in the past by Fives & Echo, work to use their chance to circumvent the dark plans of Sidious, juggling their efforts to save the future with the needs of maintaining their security in the past. The Clones who work with them, the Jedi at large, and even some elements of the Senate are beginning to notice that something is Not Quite Right about the Jedi Padawan who isn't, and threats loom in every shadow. Some of them, the time-travelers know are coming, but others spring up in their midst without warning, and still others stem from the changes they're making to the future. YEAR 2 covers the events of 21BBY, sticking as close to the canon timeline as Year 1, but with the focus more on the relationships between clones, Jedi, the Republic and others. The Endgame IS Rexsoka, but that is still a LONG way off, though the beginnings of pining will be much more prominent in this installment than in the first one. You do NOT have to read Year 1, but there may be a few blips of confusion.

“Force bonds are typically only formed between individuals who are deeply connected. In this sense they can be uncommon. Children are more susceptible to making them as they are not as well versed in handling themselves in the Force, however most younglings and padawans won’t find themselves in situations to create such precarious bonds with their masters teaching them. Highly stressful situations can also be a factor, but once again most young Jedi won’t be in situations at a young age,” - excerpt from Matters of the Mind: an in Depth Exploration of the Inner Workings of the Force and the Mind by Jedi Master Aristole Yukira When Ahsoka Tano had joined the 501st battalion, she had made an effort to keep herself at a distance from her men, she was their commanding officer after all. However she finds her self drawing closer and closer to a certain group that also finds themselves being drawn to her. Their resulting bond changes nothing, and everything. Can it change the universe? (I cannot stress how eventual of a fix it this is)

Sansa felt a tear slide down her cheek. She had lived through it all. It was real. Her family was dead. She was dead. The Night King had won and stolen the living on his own cruel whims. Sansa had seen, clear as day, the army of the undead marching for Winterfell. Sansa had heard the screams, seen the stone painted with blood. Sansa remembered her father’s head on a spike, the tears she shed for her mother and dead brothers. What kind of gods would gift her that kind of nightmare? “If they were truly dead, why would it be me greeting you in the between?” Lyanna whispered. Sansa’s eyes widened at this. She looked back at the weirwood tree, and a soft lullaby echoes through the wind.

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are stranded in a new world.They have to navigate the conflicts of the cultivation world while discovering their own hidden fate.

The Death Cleansers is a group that seeks to eliminate all Slytherins, regardless of whether they were involved in the war or not. Their next targets: Draco Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy, formerly known as Narcissa Black. Motivated by their shared aspiration for a brighter future, Draco and Narcissa journey back in time, only to realize that they cannot escape the consequences of their past actions.

Taylor Hebert had always been a loser, just some punk weirdo with a dead mother, an absent father, and a best friend who now took pleasure in grinding her face down into the muck with every chance she got. She had been all of that before her life changed. One moment, she had been running from the latest bullying attempt from Emma and her goons, then the next she was traveling through a quantum realm where the laws of time were devised by the mind of a madman. When she was finally rescued by the superheroes of her world, she found herself making a few realizations. She had slipped from that quantum ocean back nearly two decades. Now she finds herself in the heart of the Inaugural Wards team, surrounded by legendary heroes with a power that holds mystery after mystery. She needs to balance living the life she finds herself in now and becoming the hero she always wanted to be, maybe even change the future for the better, though she needs to be careful. Time may heal all wounds but it threatens to wash her away her very soul.

Perseus Jackson, the eighteen year old son of Zeus, appears with a sword in his gut, bleeding red and gold. Nobody knows what to make of him, especially not his counterpart, Percy, the twelve year old son of Poseidon. Things are different in this universe. Very different. Not that Perseus would be disclosing how, that might mess up the timeline. The flap of a butterfly's wing can cause a hurricane. If only they would slow their flapping so that Perseus could figure out what destroyed his world.

After a funny accident that led Lucifer to know of future events before Charlie called for his help to get into Heaven, he must make the choice of continuing the story as it is or pursuing through a different path all together. Oh, and Alastor sucks! Yeah, he should tone down with all those angel pickup lines.

Right after Shmi sends Anakin to the Jedi, she's suddenly transported over thirty years into the future, onto the bridge of the Executor when Vader is searching for Luke. Vader isn't terribly keen on his mother knowing who he's become, but Shmi figures out fast he's a slave, and she's going to do whatever she can to help him, whether he's her long-lost son or not.