#this is a reincarnation au right? maybe soulmate au too why not

[valeriianz]

Hiii @embroiderling here. For the way you said I love you, can I ask for 31? Or 27. Or 25 😂 all the options are so good 💖

Thank youuuu

Helloooo! So nice to see you after so long! haha 31: In awe, the first time you realised it also, reincarnation au :D

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“I love you.”

The stranger looks twice at Hob, a beautiful expression of bafflement making his eyes pop.

Hob blinks, the words coming back to him.

“Sorry,” Hob laughs, breathless. He feels a flush growing up his neck. “That just– came out of me. I don’t– here–” Hob scrambles to get his feet flat on the ground and heft himself up halfway, extending a hand to the man he’d crashed into… who looks achingly familiar.

The man, who Hob takes in properly now, hesitantly takes Hob’s hand, allowing himself to be pulled up from the ground, standing now on unsteady legs. They carefully walk out of the bike lane and onto the slightly congested sidewalk. Hob realizes he doesn’t have his scooter until his hand shoots out to catch the thin, gorgeous man, by the elbow as he wobbles a bit.

“Careful.” Hob offers a smile but it feels broken. “You okay?”

The man looks up from the point where they are touching, back to Hob, absolute shock and something like recognition glinting in his eyes.

Hob’s breath catches when he sees that the man is crying. Beautiful blue eyes shine and overflow down pale skin and strikingly sharp cheekbones.

“What’s wrong?” Hob’s grip tightens slightly on the man’s arm while the other hovers between them.

“I don’t know…” The man finally speaks with a voice that sounds like heaven. His fingers shake as he wipes away the tears on his face. “I just feel like…”

His low vibrato cracks as he looks back at Hob.

“Feels like I’ve been waiting an eternity to hear you say that.”

Hob’s jaw drops and his heart soars.

“What’s your name?”

“Dream.”

Hob huffs out a disbelieving laugh.

“It’s– It’s so crazy. I knew that.” Hob laughs properly now at the smile that tugs up the corner of Dream’s lips. “Do you know me? What’s my name?”

Dream’s brows pinch together as he seems to study Hob.

“... Hob.”

The smile that cracks through Dream’s composure is enough to send pin pricks up Hob’s spine, tickling the back of his neck, not to mention how incredibly strange and yet familiar this all seems. Like he’d looked at those crystal blue eyes a hundred times, in a hundred different lifetimes, a hundred different emotions reflected in them.

Then Dream laughs. A bark of laughter that he immediately covers with his hand and finally, for the first time since Hob spoke to him, looking away, the tips of his ears turning pink.

“What’s so funny?” Hob’s smiling so wide he feels his eyes squint.

“I don’t know!” Dream nearly screeches, his visage morphing through something like the five stages of grief before smiling again.

“But…” Dream manages to get himself under control, looking around at the people walking past them, the buildings towering over them, and back to Hob. “It’s a very strange name.”

It feels like an excuse, or some explanation that at least makes sense.

“I love your laugh,” Hob blurts out, feeling more present, all the sudden.

Dream sighs, his body relaxing, like he’s committed to whatever is happening… acquiescing to it. 

“I know you do.”

Hob grins. This is insane.

“Can I take you to dinner?”

Dream’s breath seems to catch, his eyes flicking up and down.

“I feel like you owe me a lot more than dinner.”

Hob laughs again, emotion welling on inside his throat and making his own eyes begin to burn.

“I’m going to make it up to you. God. What is happening right now?”

Dream merely shakes his head, running a hand through his hair and looking around them.

“Are you free tonight? Eight o’clock?”

Hob nods, excitement– like a child, rushes through his veins.

“Let’s meet here,” Dream points to the ground. “... again, if you’re serious.”

Hob nods again. “I’ll be here.”

“Good,” Dream takes a long breath, his eyes seem to burn, instantly watching Hob. “I will see you again.”

An unconscious grin splits across Hob’s face.

“You will.”

[arcaneorphic]

Unravel Me

Pairing: Remus Lupin x F! Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU (Reincarnation) Series, Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, Slow burn

Summary: Remus Lupin never believed he had a soulmate—until one accidental touch shatters his carefully built walls. The wolf inside him has always known, but Remus refuses to accept that fate could be so cruel as to tie her to him. Haunted by longing and fear, he tries to run, but she is relentless—warmth slipping through the cracks, undoing him piece by piece. As desire wars with self-doubt, Remus must decide: fight fate or surrender to the one thing he’s always denied himself.

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Word Count: 3966

Chapter Four: This Is Me Trying

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“And that was all she said?” Lily asked Remus as they made their way to the library.  The corridors were filled with other students too consumed by their own conversations and happenings to give the duo much thought. 

“Yup.” 

“Okay,” Lily said slowly as she thought through her next words carefully. “But did she say it like ‘I don’t have to go’ or ‘I don’t have to go’?”

Remus stared at her blankly for a moment, “That��� you just said it the same twice.”

The look of incredulity that settled on Lily’s face would have been comical during different circumstances. “Are you dense?” she asked, stopping in her tracks to turn and face him fully. “The tone, Remus! How did she say it? Was it casual? Hesitant? Was she giving you an out or hoping you’d ask her to join?”

Remus blinked, suddenly regretting every life choice that had led him to this conversation. “I—I don’t know,” he admitted, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “She just said it.”

Lily groaned, throwing her hands up. “Hopeless,” she muttered. “Absolutely hopeless. All of you, every single one.”

Since James and Lily became an item his own friendship with Lily had flourished. It was nice, most of the time. 

She was a force, much like James but with a different kind of intensity—one that was quieter, more precise. She had a way of picking apart his thoughts before he even had the chance to process them himself, which was both helpful and infuriating.

Most of the time, he appreciated it.

Right now, however, as she continued to stare at him like he was the dimmest person alive, he wasn’t so sure.

“I don’t even know why I brought it up,” he grumbled as he continued down the hall. It was a lie, boldfaced and completely. He knew why he brought it up. 

James would be no help. He had known him long enough to predict exactly what he would say—Just tell her, mate, what’s the worst that could happen? And Remus was not about to do that. Because the pessimist that he was, Remus could go on and on about a hundred different ways doing that would end in complete and utter disaster. Sirius would likely say the same, in cruder fashion too most likely. Peter would likely agree with Remus, telling him that it was better to be safe than sorry, better to never give this the chance to turn into something that could potentially hurt him. Maybe, once upon a time, Remus would have taken that advice. 

Which led him to the only other person he could turn to, and one that would likely have better advice—Lily Evans. She was, after all, the only one who wouldn’t tell him to throw caution to the wind like James and Sirius, but also wouldn’t feed into his self-sabotaging instincts the way Peter might.

Lily was practical but not cold. She was honest but not unkind. If anyone could help him untangle this mess—or at the very least, stop him from spiraling any further—it was her.

Which was how he found himself trudging toward the library, bracing himself for whatever blunt wisdom she was about to throw at him.

Remus had a sneaking suspicion that James had already filled Lily in on the basics, he was right of course. He wasn’t particularly mad about it though. He expected it because there was nothing James Potter kept from the redhead. If he had someone like that, someone who knew him, who saw him completely and still stayed—he doubted he’d keep anything from them either.

Not that he was thinking about her in that way.

Not at all.

“I mean,” Lily said after a moment, tilting her head thoughtfully, “you have to let her join, right?”

Remus opened his mouth to argue, but she continued before he could.

“It’ll be a group of us, which would make it less tense,” she reasoned. “You wouldn’t have the pressure of it being one-on-one. Plus, it’d be nice not being the only girl stuck with you lot.”

Remus huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I suppose that’s a fair point.”

Lily grinned. “It’s an excellent point, actually.”

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “And what if it is tense? What if it’s weird?”

Lily gave him a look. “Then it’ll be weird,” she said simply. “And you’ll deal with it, like a grown adult, instead of running away and brooding over it in some dark corner of the castle.”

Remus groaned, but she wasn’t wrong. 

The pair entered the library, and Remus nearly turned right back around.

Because there she was—sitting at one of the long wooden tables, completely lost in whatever she was studying, utterly unaware that she was the sole topic of their current conversation. He shouldn’t be surprised. Of course she’d be here. She was as much a creature of habit as he was. She always sat there, if the space was available, or on the second floor tucked away at one of the tables if the library was too crowded. 

The only reason he knew that was because he also spent a lot of time in the library and just happened to notice. 

Lily, none the wiser, kept talking, completely unbothered. Because unlike him, she wasn’t acutely aware of her presence, wasn’t pulled toward her like she was meant to be caught in her orbit. No, that was Remus’ plight to carry and his alone. 

“Even if it is bad, right?” Lily continued. “Say it goes horribly wrong—then there’s always next time.”

Remus quickly leads them up the spiralling staircase and away from where she could potentially hear their conversation. He doesn’t respond to Lily until they’re sat at a table, that just happened to have a vantage point to their subject of conversation. 

“What if it all goes to shit though,” Remus counters because he is nothing if not a doomer. ““What if I make a complete arse of myself, and she never wants to speak to me again?” He hesitated, then lowered his voice, almost as if saying it too loudly would make it real. “I will deny I ever said this if you tell anyone, but I think I might actually die if that happened. As in, keel over at that very moment and change the course of all of your lives.”

And then—of course—Lily grinned. She at least had the decency to not laugh in his face. It was when she did things like these that reminded him why she and James got on so well. They were both menaces in their own right. 

“Oh,” she said, smugness creeping into her voice. “Oh, this is so much worse than I thought. Never thought I’d see grumpy Lupin so besotted.  Don’t tell me you've already started scribbling her name in your notes with little hearts around them as well.”

Remus groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Lily sing-songed, looking far too pleased with herself. “But I do love finally getting some honesty out of you.”

Remus risked a quick glance toward the table where she was still sitting, blissfully unaware of his absolute meltdown. Lily was right, of course, it was far worse than he was letting on. 

Far, far worse. Not doodling her name bad… but give it another day and he’s not so sure. 

“I’m opening up to you, please don’t make me regret it,” Remus groaned, burying his head in his hands. This was by far the most vulnerable he’s ever been. Turning into a monster was one thing, but talking about his feelings? A different kind of torture entirely. 

Lily patted his shoulder in what was probably meant to be a reassuring gesture but felt more like amusement.

“Oh, Remus,” she sighed dramatically, “I would never make you regret this.”

He lifted his head just enough to shoot a glare at her.

“Fine,” Lily relents far quicker than Remus knows the boys would have. 

“Let’s imagine it goes horribly wrong, right? You make a fool of yourself, like a proper arse of yourself, and you can’t string a sentence together or—”

“Get to the point,” Remus interrupted before he was sent into another spiral. 

Lily smirked but, thankfully, complied. “The point is, even if you do somehow manage to make a complete arse of yourself—which, honestly, you won’t—what’s the worst that happens? You get embarrassed? You sulk for a week? Do you honestly think she’d hold it against you? She doesn’t seem like the sort of girl to do that.”

Remus doesn’t have a comeback for that, no retort because she’s right. She didn’t seem like that kind of girl.

She was kind.

Not in the way most people were—not in a self-serving, transactional way, where kindness was given with the expectation of something in return.

She was kind in a way that seemed to come as naturally to her as breathing.

It was in the way she spoke to people, in the way she listened, in the way she noticed the smallest things about people and remembered them. It was in the way she had waited for him, in the way she had given him an out but never turned away. The offer hadn’t felt like pressure for him to decide what he wanted then and there, it was just patience. A quiet, steady thing. A kind of understanding that made his chest ache, because who does that? Who waits like that? Who lets someone figure themselves out without expecting anything in return? The answer was no one. No one does that. Except her. 

Because if Remus was feeling all these things, all these echoes of times long passed, then so was she. From the looks of it, she was handling it a lot better than he was. In the very least she wasn’t actively looking like she was constantly on the verge of a meltdown the way he so clearly did.  Or was she just better at hiding it? 

That made him freeze. He’d been so caught up in his own panic that he hadn’t thought about her. He felt so… selfish. Because for all his overthinking, all his agonizing over the possibility of losing her, he hadn’t considered that she might have been struggling with this too. That she might have been feeling the same echoes, the same pull, the same impossible weight of knowing—and yet, she had been the one who handled it with grace.

She had been the one to wait. To give him space. To let him run when every part of her had to have known that he was running from her.

Was that why she had refused to look at him in class?

Why she had avoided his gaze all day?

Was she preparing herself for the possibility that he would tell her that whatever this was—whatever it could be—was something he didn’t want?

The thought sent a sharp, unwelcome pang through his chest.

Because fuck, what if she was? What if she had already started pulling away—not because she had changed her mind, but because she thought he had? 

Because of his hesitation, his avoidance, his complete and utter inability to deal with emotions like a normal person?

For the first time all day, panic coiled tight in his gut—not from fear of what he might feel, but from the realization that she might think he had already made his choice. He had spent days thinking about what their past was like that he ignored what this version of himself was causing. Did she think… did she think he didn’t want her? He couldn’t blame her if she did—because, honestly, what else was she supposed to think? Every single thing he had done since that night pointed to the exact same conclusion.

Avoiding her. Ignoring her. Running every time she got too close.

Of course, she thought he didn’t want her.

But that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

He wanted her biblically, in a way that was pathetic.

He wanted her in a way that ached, in a way that made every cell in his body hum when she was near.

If he ever allowed himself, he would drown in her, surround himself in her, let himself have her in every way he had denied himself. He would be at her beck and call the same way he teased James for.

Following after her without hesitation, hanging onto her every word, looking for excuses to be near her—he knew it. He’d seen it happen to James, watched his best mate fall so hopelessly for Lily that he had reshaped himself without even realizing it.

And Remus had laughed. Had mocked him for it.

But now? Now, he was just as bad. Worse, even, because at least James had tried. At least James had done something about it instead of skulking around like a man starved, pretending he wasn’t already half in love.

He doubted Lily, who was currently saying something to him that was going completely unheard, ever felt unwanted. He was willing to bet everything that James had never made her feel like it was a burden to be tied to her; but Remus was, even though it couldn’t be farther from the truth. That made his stomach twist in the worst way, because the last thing he ever wanted to do was make her feel like she wasn’t wanted. Like the burden lied with her and not with him and the beast that called his body home. 

For the first time in his life, Remus was about to do something he’d never dream of doing. He was going to her, let her know that whatever was going on in that beautiful head of hers was wrong. He was going to tell her that his inability to handle his shit had nothing to do with ehr and everything to do with him being a complete and utter prat. 

“I’m… I’ll be back,” is all he offers the bewildered redhead before he’s up from his seat. He moves, not allowing himself the time to overthink the way he’s sure he will later. Instead, he takes the stairs two at a time. The walk to her feels simultaneously like the longest trek of his life and the shortest. The wolf howls with each step closer, eager to finally be close to her once more. 

Remus stops behind her seat, with the realization that he hadn’t exactly planned how he would tell her, just that he knew he had to. He stood behind her chair for a minute, contemplating how to even begin a conversation. He was saved, or punished; the jury was still out, when she glanced behind her. 

“What… did you need something?” she asked, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she looked up at him. He saw her hands twitched, as if ready to close her book and gather her things. Did she think he was about to ask her to leave? 

Remus felt like he was going to pass out, having her eyes on him again made that same pressure settle in his chest, but it didn’t feel as crushing. He probably looked like a right creep, standing there silently until she had turned around and then continued to remain silent. 

“Remus?” came her voice, twinged with worry. 

He felt his heart skip a beat, it was the first time she’d said his name—well his first name. She’d normally refer to him as ‘Lupin’ the way most people did. Hearing his name from her lips though… Merlin there wasn’t a better sound. He cleared his throat, pushing through the warmth beginning to settle on his face and the lump that threatened to make him unable to form a sentence. 

“We usually sit near the back, by the fireplace. At the Three Broomsticks, I mean. Usually one of us goes ahead to make sure the spot isn’t taken, typically it’s me, there was this whole thing with Pete and we just don’t really task him with it anymore.  So if you get there early I’ll… be there so,” Remus rambles and he can’t seem to stop himself even though every cell in his body is screaming at him to shut up. “Not saying that you do. You can get there anytime you want.  Not that I’m telling you you have to go or-”

Her confusion melts into something softer, into something that makes the noise of the library fade. Being seen by her was a vulnerable thing, it was exposed nerves and crumbling walls. Remus had a feeling that being known by her would be a different thing entirely. 

“I’m not good at this,” he confesses to her, like a  penitent sinner seeking forgiveness from the only one that could grant it. “I don’t… me being stupid and flighty doesn’t mean that I don’t…” 

He doesn’t know how to continue because if he does he knows he would have to admit all the things he’s been too much of a coward to. He would have to admit that he had already been half in love with her before this whole mess started and now it was just all… meant to be? He wasn’t meant to die alone? That, yes, fate had been cruel but not that cruel? How is he meant to tell her that all of this has thrown his whole life off kilter and he’s desperately trying to make sense of it all? He can’t say that, at least not now, so instead he’ll give her the only truth he can. 

“I want you to go,” it comes out like a breath he’d been holding in for too long. “I think you might find my friends incredibly annoying and I’m afraid I’ll make a total fool of myself in front of you, but I want you there.”

He pauses, and before he can think better of it he adds in a whisper, “I’m… I’m trying.” 

It’s not perfect. It’s not enough. It doesn’t erase the way he ran, the way he still feels like he’ll turn tail any minute. But it was all he could offer her. He figured she’d tell him that he was a moron for thinking it would change anything, that it would mean anything, but then she did something he hadn’t expected at all. 

She smiled at him and the warmth of it rivaled the sun, it melted some part of him he had long since let freeze. No one had ever looked at him like that—like he was something worth looking at. She tilted her head in that way she did when she was thinking something over, considering it with great care before she responded. “I’ll be there. I won’t be able to make it early, I have had plans with a few friends I’d hate to cancel, but I’ll be there.” 

Remus nodded and held back from asking further questions.  He wouldn’t ask her which friend. He wouldn’t ask her how long she’d think she’d be. He wouldn’t ask her what their plans were. Even though he wanted to know everything she thought, did, or wanted, he’d resist. 

“Yeah… yeah of course. We’re usually there for a while so you can stop by whenever you want,” he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, but he doesn’t stumble over his words the way he thought he would. He was freaking the fuck out—of course—but he didn’t do all the usual things he did when speaking to someone who wasn’t one of the few close friends he had. 

He didn’t break eye contact. 

He didn’t let the words die in his throat when he didn’t know how to continue.

He didn’t shut down. 

He just stood there, before her—vulnerable, exposed, raw, and trying. 

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“You need to go,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. Keeping her eyes open was a herculean task and yet she tried. Sisyphean in nature, as if she could remain by his side by sheer force of will, “you shouldn’t be here. You’ll get—”

“Oh, sweet girl, I’m not going anywhere. Haven’t I already said that,” his voice mirrored hers, soft but laced with a worry that didn’t go unnoticed. He dabbed at her heated skin with a damp cloth, hoping to at least give her a modicum of comfort. He shushed her gently when she tried to protest, “Let me care for you, okay? It’s what I was created for.”

There was nothing more he could do. No magical cure. No miracle to come, no matter how much he prayed or bartered his own life for hers. So, this was all he could do. He could only watch as another cough wracked through her frail body. Could only watch as another stained cloth was added to the pile, stained with a crimson that would haunt him for the rest of his days. 

He brushed the hair from her face, letting his touch linger—for her comfort or his own, he wasn’t sure.  Her skin was too warm, her breath too shallow—he knew what was next. He had known since the doctor came, he knew it when the apothecaries could only offer tonics that could ease her pain but not cure it. But knowing did little to prepare him. How could one even begin to prepare themselves for the single greatest loss of their lives? How was he meant to 

“I’m so tired,” as if she did not spend most of her days as of late lost in dreams, hidden away where the pain could not find her. 

“I know, my heart, I know,” he suppressed his sobs, her last moments would not be in the presence of his sorrow. That could wait, for now all that mattered was her. All that ever mattered was her. “Best to get your rest, hm? Being the fairest girl is such work, that must be why you are so tired.” 

Her eyes, unfocused and seeing a world he could not, met his, “Such work.” 

The next words from her lips broke his heart even further, “I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t have a thing to be sorry for,” he responded firmly and filled with so much love it was about to break his heart in two—a piece for her to take so that she is not alone for too long in the place he could not follow her and the other to shrivel in his chest. “Not a thing.”

“I’m afraid,” she muttered, a moment of lucidity that had come so rarely in the passing days. She sounded so small and he could do nothing to shield her from it. The place she would go would be one he could not follow her to. 

“You won’t be alone for long, my heart. I will be there before you know it,” he memorized her face for a final time. “Just wait for me,” he whispered as he carded his fingers through her damp hair. 

Her eyes shut and they did not open again. The sobs that he refused to let her see now tore through him with a vengeance. The sound of a man who had just lost everything that made his days worth living. He peppered her face with kisses, for each time she had refused. If asked, he wouldn’t be able to say how long he kneeled there beside her, just that he had. 

He did not live to see next spring.

 If she was only permitted nineteen, then he would not witness a twentieth without her. It was for the best, really.  His sweet girl, his heart, had left him there and he had to find her. 

It was his job, it was what he was created for. 

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Unravel Me Masterlist

Taglist: @a1ienmush, @boromoony, @kitkatkl, @moonyswifee, @mxg111, @daydreamandforget

[jslmasaysmoneyisbest]

TCF SOULMATE AU

So in this au

Soulmates are determined by choice

so yes you can pick a wrong soulmate

but thankfully their is a failswitch but lets not get into that

This Au is about a blessed person and a cursed person

Cale chose Alberu in highschool

then they died.

and lived again as a count and prince

and again as two girls

and again in a war

His blessing is the ability to always chose Alberu that was what he wanted

yet....Alberu never looked at him

never chose him

never answered him

His soul without his soulmate weeped

and felt its owner grief

wiped away the memories

and started anew

Meanwhile

Alberu wanted to scream

HE CHOSE CALE

Alberu chose Cale far longer then Cale chose alberu

but this was his curse

to never answer your soulmate

to never chose

he was stuck in a glass box in his mind

with no way out

but like it was filled with too much pressure it broke

and he was free

but Cale already forgot

So now Alberu spends the rest of his lifetimes choosing Cale and hoping he remembers

through high school

through being royalty

through being a girl(its an otome game world)

through war

and more

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Soul mates need each other to live

thats why theres a fail safe b/c if its a bad soulmate it will slowly kill you as your souls are connected

ALberu chose Cale before Cale chose Alberu so he was alright without him before

But All the times Cale chose Alberu are gone

and Alberu is dying

He knows Cale will be fine

but he selfishly wishes to keep being his soulmate even in death

so when they got reincarnated into a world of magic

he expiremented

and now with his time up

he connected his soul with Cale's soul

and Cale who was sick b/c Alberu never chose him this life

got better

but he weeped for days without knowing why

it wasn't until the next life he remembered his first

and his second

and his third

and the 100s after

Alberu did chose him!

But Cale could not find Alberu

he went to the place of the women who first placed that cursed and blessing on them

and she smiled

"Your soulmates soul...is right there" she said pointing her skinny finger to the place his soul was

"That isn't possible"

"of course it is darling."

"what does that mean"

"You can go be with anyone. or no one you'll live either way"

"Where is Alberu"

"Dear the boy has no soul. Even if he reincarnated he died a long time ago"

"What"

"Oh yes that poor dear curse has changed instead of never being able to chose you you both are now fated to never be able to be each other's soulmates"

"Alberu is gone"

"For you of course he was dying already his soul was so broken"

"But he will still be reincarnated?"

"Maybe the longest he will last is 10 years without a soul-he won't be the same no one ever is"

"Where is he"

"He is dead dear what ever do you mean?"

"WHERE IS HE" Cale said with so much venom the lady stepped back

she smiled figuring out what he wanted and told him where he was

Cale ran to get to him

and he finally arrived

step

step

step

step

and sat down

in front of a grave

From then on

Cale lived his lives with a grave as a soulmate

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thats it thats all my brain could create will add more in comments if I have anything else to add

tell me if you have any questions

cuz im 100% sure I lost some info in my brain while writing this which I was supposed to write down for this AU

[bakudeku-recommendations]

BKDK Hurt/Comfort Recs

NOTES: you all voted, and I have answered. Here are a few Hurt/Comfort works. I know I say this on every rec I do, but please be careful with your mental health. If you don't like the tags or if something is too much please don't read it. I am doing this by myself, and is why there will not be too many works compiled at one time.

***I have personally ordered this from the least hurt to the most hurt. I will also take more care in tags, as there are various triggers that could be throughout this. This list is not objective, but it should help you to not go past your limit.***

LEAST HURT

1. the being unknown by twinstarsies

Tags: secret relationship, top Bakugou/bottom Midoriya, a/b/o, smut, Alternate Universe - Regency, elopement

Summary: Izuku comes to realize that home is, truly, where the heart is.

2. It Must Have Been the Wind by battybabe

Tags: (domestic) abuse, izuku/omc, sexual abuse/rape (mentioned), smut, quirkless au

Summary: New neighbors moved in above Bakugo and something's not right

(Inspired by It Must Have Been the Wind by Alec Benjamin)

3. true friends (stab you in the front) by saturnsorbit

Tags: quirkless Izuku, bullying, bully Dekusquad, pre-relationship bkdk

Summary: Days into his first year of UA, Midoriya Izuku believes this school really is different. He's happy! He has his absolute best friend, Katsuki, with him and they're learning and training to become proper heroes together! He even made some new friends. It all falls apart two months in when his secret comes out.

4. oh, mama's boy (kissyshima)/ Mama's Boy (Dqrk_Mxxn)

Tags: abuse, verbal abuse, abusive mitsuki bakugou, child abuse, panic attacks

Summary: Bakugou has a panic attack after being called "Mama's Boy" and Izuku finds him in his room. Discover Bakugou's past and what led up to this panic attack.

5. So Much Worse Than A Phantom Limb by s_the_queen

Tags: brief major character death, abusive/controlling/mean dekusquad, class divide, panic attacks, continued arguments

Summary: There was a buzzing under his skin and a tightness in his chest. Lesser mortals would call it panic—or maybe terror. But he was the strong one. He didn't even panic when he'd been kidnapped. If he panicked now, everyone else would break. He didn't have that luxury, but he supposed that was the price of being the strongest. Only one person could handle the full weight of his fears. He could panic when Deku woke up. -or- Izuku is involved in an incident with a villain and Katsuki *goes through it*.

6. The Dragon's Consort by Mrs_Galaxy_M

Tags: abuse, domestic abuse, child abuse, a/b/o, hurt no comfort, they legit hate eachother, twins Uruaraka and Izuku, Omega izuku, sick izuku, dragon hybrid Bakugou, soulmates

Summary: Everyone believed ochako and katsuki were soulmates, the reincarnation of the first-ever soulmates who sadly never ended together Izuku, her twin, was bullied and starved since he just wasn't considered as important as ochako Yet in their wedding. Katsuki could only feel izuku through a just formed bond

7. Love Me (Not) by Scaevus

Tags: suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, abuse, child abuse, child neglect, alcohol abuse, overdose (attempt), self-harm, depression, dissociation, torture

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki believes two things with his entire being. One-he's destined to be a villain. Two-he should definitely kill himself before that happens. Or, Katsuki show up to the dorms drunk when he's supposed to be spending the weekend home. Suddenly, his classmates are starting to notice little things that don't add up about their explosive friend. And Izuku is oddly closer to his childhood friend than they thought.

MOST HURT

[evansbby]

gang you wanna know what im really thinking about? AU where LITERALLy REINCARNATED POYT!steve is made captain america, smug, self-righteous asshole but everyone praises him. Just like og poyt!steve and maybe a less... maniac homelander? But POyt!steve literally would do the same thing with milk so i donno. Is that a realisation right there? is Homelander like actually POyt!steve? ok anyways. POYT!steve has been having dreams of this 'mystery woman' but it doesn't even feel like it's his life so he sketches but he never get the twinkle in her eye exactly right or the way her hair curls over her cheek. He's been going through the backrooms to run programms to catch her but always to no avail. Vision is suspicious of him. So one day, He's battling some idiot trying to kill him in the city and what does he see? Omega caught in the middle of the battle, terrified and cornered in. What does he do? He says fuck the mission, tony's yelling at him to secure the package. TOny doesn't get it, he's literally doing just that. It's just HIS package. so ofcourse instead of a date, she locked in his safe-apartment. Seduces the fuck out of her. One day Tony and Natasha's finds out his dirty secret and take her away, calling him crazy- but he's not duh. They're just soulmates and he doesn't owe them an explaination. And he shows them jsut how good of a villian he can be until they give her back. Even HYDRA has nothing on him. So what else can they do? they give her back. He's happy, sated and fine, he'll play nice now. But little do they know, he's plotting to come out on top and no one will ever decide to fuck with him again. And ofcourse, he finally brings her out on a date <3 (The President's Dinner)

HELPPP why is this so funny 😂😂😭😭

And it’s crazy bc I’ve been getting a lot of homelander edits on my fyp lately which makes absolutely no sense bc I’ve never watched the boys but I DID get the milk reference bc someone on here told me that homelander is into that and we know poyt!Steve is into that too 😭😭

I also lowkey love the idea of THE poyt!Steve being reincarnated into Captain America bc he would be soooooo smug with his powers 😂😂😭 and he’d be able to exercise his alpha male views very easily bahaha.

But this very much sounds kind of like my fic The Captain’s Reward! Granted, TCR!Steve is a lot more serious of a character but he’s very very evil!

[adventurously-awkward]

transgender vampires in your area !!!

this started off a silly vampire emory doodle but now i've got 2 or 3 aus circling in my head,, wwdits started airing again so all i can think about right now is vampires </3

1. "my roommate is a vampire😨⁉️" sitcom au where emory is a vampire looking for a roommate and hiro moves in and the whole thing is just emory failing to hide the fact they're a vampire (its very obvious but hiro is too polite to say anything. we've all got our quirks yknow) very simple and fun 😌

2. okayy copying a bit from wwdits here but au where HIRO is the vampire and emory is his soulmate. emory is mortal but reincarnates and finds hiro in every life, one way or another. hiro has to watch them die every hundred years or so and then they find each other again and emory doesnt remember anything but hiro does and like 🙈🙈 cycles.... fate always bringing them together. hiro trying to put an end to it but the cycle keeps cycling !!! maybe emory dies tragically every time they find each other and that's why hiro tries to avoid their fate but oughhjosufhsjdjsogush 🤲🏼 holds them. i love tragedy i love putting characters in situations <33 in wwdits this is played for laughs but i love heartache so!!!!! this really is just a "make hiro suffer" au

3. the same thing but em is the vampire while hiro is mortal. with their roles reversed i wonder if emory would seek hiro out, or if they also try to escape the cycle. this au needs a potential happy ending where they hire spectra or something to break the curse somehow and live happily ever after 🥲 i love this au but i hate it

4. au where they're both vampire hunters but then one of them gets turned and exiled >:) vampire x slayer it's soo classic and not my wwdits brainrot seeping through at all don't worry about it <3

5. au where they're all vampires in a vampire polycule. maybe they're being documented, maybe it's a mockumentary. maybe it's literally wwdits 😭 jk jk

6. vampire who tries to seduce the guy working at the blood bank (it doesn't work)

that's all for now. using the term "au" loosely tbh but jfshfisj that concludes this post i think. i love emory i think they should have some bloodlust and fangs. as a treat

[shrinkthisviolet]

Talk Shop Tuesday: do you have any writing ideas that you wanted to write, but ended up bailing out on for one reason or another? What about any half-formed OCs that you're not sure will ever end up fully developed? What caused you to step back on those ideas?

Oh 100% to both things 😅 a few abandoned(-ish) fic concepts include: a Savitar & Nora & Bart concept (Flash, expanded on more here), a fix-it fic where Robby didn't shave Hawk's head (Cobra Kai), a Rey & Luke time travel fic (Star Wars)*, and a post-NWH Spider-Man x Star Wars crossover, PJO x Flash AU*, ATLA Soulmate AU*

Honestly the reason these got dropped is largely because of how much I have on my plate currently 😅 combined with not really being passionate enough about the idea to pursue it (or maybe I get stuck on a logistics thing, and I can't work through it, and with how many things I have to juggle, some things just kinda fall into oblivion)

*these will very likely be picked up again one day, I still have a soft spot in my heart for them, but they're a little too dead right now to be considered backburner WIPs. Plus, I'm not sure about some key logistics

(also, I do intend to write a Savitar & Nora fic one day. I just have to figure out what that'll look like 😅 for all I know, I might end up going back to the Savitar & Nora & Bart idea, but that's unlikely. Writing a Savitar & Nora prompt fill might help tho 👀 when I start taking prompt fill requests again)

And as for half-developed OCs, there's a few:

A Hobbit/LOTR OC! Isabella Baggins in the Hobbit, reincarnated into Adena Baggins in LOTR. Granted, she was pretty developed, I even wrote for her, but uh...sadly, I wrote it in an app, and when that app got deleted (I think I deleted it by accident 😅), so did the writing. I was like...13 at the time I wrote that iirc, and a few years older when it got deleted, so I couldn't rewrite that if I tried. Plus...she was originally part of a Thorin/OC ship, and since my childhood, I've become much less keen on shipping Thorin with anyone but Bilbo lol

Two Ace Attorney OCs, who have technically existed since 2018 but who have changed quite a bit since then (a defense attorney and a detective currently). They don't really have solidified names, even, let alone defined backstories 😅 plus, I'm more keen on writing canon characters for Ace Attorney (which I should do more tbh), and I'm happy with my number of OCs as it is, so they'll probably stay that way

A Rise of the Guardians OC...although calling her an OC is a bit of a misnomer, because she's technically a canon character already. Jack's little sister, Emma (Overland -> Overland Rose), dies 8 years later (a year older than Jack when he died) and becomes the Summer spirit. She and Jack were gonna have a rivalry and get a pretty fun shock upon finding out they're related 😂 no ships in this fic, but I remember she was tight with the Grim Reaper for some reason? Not entirely clear on the details of that, but it's a neat idea, even if I don't know why it happened (and no, I don't know any of the ROTG books or lore outside of the movie 😅 in case that wasn't obvious)

talk shop tuesday!

[calikoclouds]

Maybe it’s just because I fundamentally view the entire concept as inherently horrifying but non-traditional Soulmate AU that has unironic horror flavouring seems more interesting than the usual romantic route.

Especially in worlds where Soulmate phenomena is a new thing, maybe like 3 or 4 generations deep, so society has had some time to adapt to it existing but as a whole it’s still relatively unknown.

Consider:

• Symbolic tattoos having pre-existing negative connotations in the Soulmates’ culture(s) of origin that make them have major roadblocks to finding each other (I.e a Soulmate tattoo with a crow could be seen as Soulmate A as an omen of fortunate/good luck and is eager to meet their Soulmare, whereas Soulmate B sees it as an omen of impending death/that their Soulmate will lead to their death and thus avoids meeting them).

• The sheer paranoia inducement of any Soulmate phenomena that gives you an exact measure of how/when you’ll meet your Soulmate—Timers to when you’ll meet for the first time are the most clear example. Even for people completely eager for the idea that fate itself has hand picked them their ‘other half’, knowing down to the exact second when you’ll meet them would probably still be blood freezingly terrifying.

• Anything to do with reincarnation. If your Soulmate ends up being abusive, or you’re both toxic to each other, tough luck. Sure, they *might* change to become a nicer person with each successive life but in the event they don’t your soul will keep being recycled and railroaded to meet theirs every new set of circumstances you’re born into. Even if you, for example, take drastic measures to avoid this by ending their latest life to make the age gap between you both impassable (if the Soulmate bond is romantic), just by virtue of the premise you will probably align again with the same/similar ages eventually.

• Anything to do with age related Soulmates. I’m thinking the ‘you stop ageing after you meet your Soulmate’ example here because it’s the most unnerving to me on a personal level. What if you meet your Soulmate when you’re both children? Eternal childhood. If you meet when you’re both adults, you’re done maturing which is great, but now you’re faced with immortality. Granted it’s not perfect immortality since you both still could perish from disease or injury, but your body being frozen in its early twenties significantly diminishes the danger of both of those things being fatal (assuming you’re able bodied and healthy to begin with at least). What if you find a non-Soulmate partner and are content with growing old with them, only for your Soulmate to come along and trigger the immortality without even meaning to? Then you’d be forced to watch this person you’ve formed a bond with surpass you in age through no fault of your own, despite your happiness together, because the universe decided the Soulmate bond was more important than whatever ‘irrelevant’ relationship you were forming of your own free will.

• Colourblind until you meet your Soulmate—a lot of people would die from eating poisonous plants, ignoring warning signs or other safeguards and dangers related to colour. In this scenario finding Soulmates would be less about any kind of love and more survival.

• Painsharing Soulmates—What if your Soulmate became the victim of a sadistic serial killer before you had even met them? You’d be in severe pain for days, maybe weeks, and not know why. If your Soulmate died, would you die too or would you just experience the pain of whatever excruciating pain of it? Followed by the psychological agony of being without your Soulmate through death?

I can think of many, many more examples but not right now. Might turn a few of these into writing prompts later.

So anyway yeah, horror genre Soulmate AU.

[majonmustard]

OP you don’t understand, I’ve been thinking about this since the book came out- it hasn’t left my head for two weeks. While reading it the first time, I was almost (I doubted it) convinced that this was actually where the book was going for multiple reasons, yes his connections with the other Gods and him having to tell Will “the truth,” but also even with Persephone’s conversation with Will where she says to him, “But do you see the depths within him? Do you realize who he really is?” This line really had (maybe still has) the potential to have a lot of weight to it.

The other place my brain originally thought the story was going was thinking that maybe Will is a reincarnate. Okay here me out here- When the two of them first get to the underworld, even though it’s in his nightmare, and in hindsight it’s meant to be due to it’s similarity to Olympus, this line where Will comments on the look of the underworld fascinates me, “He had a confused feeling that he had been here before… His instincts told him this was all wrong.” You’ve been there before Will? Tie that into the fact that for the majority of the time they’re in the underworld, Will is losing his memories. We’re told this is a side effect of being the son of Apollo, but why his memories? It doesn’t make sense, unless- Will’s ~soul~ actually remembers being there and is rejecting being back in the underworld, he’s not supposed to be there again yet. I think this idea is really interesting because we’ve never really dived into the idea of rebirth in this universe, there’s the whole thing of getting into the isles of the blessed, so it’s not crazy to think some of the demigods could be on their second or third go.

But where do these two concepts tie together?? Zagreus is the God of rebirth. Let’s just say, for this hypothetical (AU, really) that Nico as a God, or Zagreus, or whatever, meets Will’s soul in the underworld, they fall in love, soulmate yada yada, they decide they want to be in love on earth, so, Will’s soul chooses rebirth and Nico is able to leave behind his divinity (I think he’d earn it back if he dies again tbh) and get reincarnated as a mortal. We have no clue or previous explanations on how rebirth works, but they end up getting split up. Through the power of cheese and soulmate shenanigans, Nico was put into the lotus hotel, bringing him to the 21st century where the two can happily be together. Yay. Zagreus really lived up to his title of the God of Rebirth and love can last through everything or whatever idk. It’s cute.

There’s probably a lot more that could go into this (love your tags about Nico’s powers being too much for him, chefs kiss) but that’s all I got in my brain right now- I just think it’s a cool thought and I need a 100k fanfic on the idea please :)

Send help, it's 3 AM and I cannot sleep because the concept of Nico being Zagreus—not the Hades character, the myth, although still from the version where he's Hades and Persephone's son rather than the version where he's a prior incarnation of Dionysus—reborn has entered my head and decided to set up shop for the foreseeable future. It actually feels incredibly fitting from what I know about the myth of Zagreus (which is admittedly not a lot) and aspects of the books like Nico's unique connections with both Dionysus and Hades in specific and the gods in general (and possibly Bob if we do some mix-and-matching of the myths, since Dionysus-Zagreus was dismembered and partially eaten by Titans on account of the Greek myths being A Time) and the whole "When the time comes you have to tell Will the truth about who you are" thing in TSatS that goes all sorts of nowhere. I don't know, obviously I don't think it's what Rick intended but I do think it could very easily fit into the canon of the books!

...Or possibly I'm just sleep deprived. Did I mention it's 3 AM?

[robininthelabyrinth]

yumeng family but modern au maybe? literally anything (your writing is impeccable! im absolutely obsessed)

Modern AU

“So, what’s with the birthmark?” Nie Huaisang asked as he pulled out the baiju. And the vodka. And the rum. And the – how many things had he managed to fit into his backpack?!

Wei Wuxian was impressed.

Jiang Cheng was too busy hiding his face in his hands to answer.

“What? What’s the matter with my question? I’ve never seen a birthmark that looks like a cord wrapped around someone’s wrist, that’s all.”

“We say it’s the string of fate,” Jiang Yanli said, reaching over and plucking the triple sec out of Nie Huaisang’s hands and examining it with a thoughtful expression that suggested that something was being put into the blender she’d brought with her. Only Jiang Yanli would bring a blender to a house party, but also, she was completely right. “You know, the one where you have a soulmate tied to you throughout reincarnations…”

“But…it’s Jiang Cheng,” Nie Huaisang said. “He’s like…forever alone.”

“I’m also aroace,” Jiang Cheng mumbled. “Not that anyone cares.”

“I think he’s bound to his dogs,” Wei Wuxian said, then shrugged when everyone gave him a look. “It’s as likely as anything else, right?”

He still hated dogs with a passion – no amount of therapy was going to change that, especially since Jiang Fengmian still didn’t see any reason for exposure therapy or indeed any type of therapy beyond the awful family therapist that he’d enlisted to try to get his wife to hate Wei Wuxian a little less, which if anything had just made things worse – but he was mature enough to appreciate how much Jiang Cheng loved them.

Okay, no, he wasn’t. But he was grateful to Grandma Yu for taking them in when Jiang Cheng, Jiang Yanli, and Wei Wuxian had exerted themselves to smuggle them to her before Jiang Fengmian had sold them to strangers, if only because he was pretty sure that experience had been what had really bonded them together as a family.

“Fuck off,” Jiang Cheng said. “See if I raise your future kids the way I’m gonna raise jiejie’s.”

“His dream is to be a live-in babysitter,” Wei Wuxian informed Nie Huaisang, who grinned. “Pity he’s going to have to inherit the family business.”

“I can do both!”

“Why don’t you make Yanli-jiejie take on the family business and just do the babysitting?” Nie Huaisang suggested. “That’s my plan: I’m letting da-ge do everything, forever.”

“Nice try,” Jiang Yanli said, now pouring something out of the blender. It had many colors, and was possibly about to be set on fire given the presence of a lighter. “Speaking of which, you should call him and tell him to come over. He works too hard, and it’s not that far a drive from his work to here…and the presence of an ‘adult’ will probably make Teacher Lan agree to let Xichen-gege and Lan Wangji come as well.”

“That would be great,” Wei Wuxian said at once. “I’ve never seen them drink!”

“Because they don’t. They’re Lan, remember? Rule-followers to the bone?”

“The rules only say no consuming drinks on campus…”

[bangtan-madi]

All Of Our Lifetimes — Chapter Nine: The Truth Untold

Pairing — Taehyung x Reader

Tags — boyfriend!Taehyung, husband!Taehyung reincarnation au, lovers to strangers and to lovers again, established relationship, implied soulmate au

Genre — fluff, angst, crime (ish)

Word Count — 2.6k

Summary — Does love ever truly end, or does it simply take another form in a new life? The cycle is like clockwork: your lives end and you’re reborn again. You’ve lived it over and over. Each cycle, one of you loses your memories and is tragically unaware until the other finds and awakens their lover. After all these eons, all these lifetimes, is it possible to find each other again—even when neither of you awakens with your memories?

Part — 9 / 15

Warnings — discussion of violence/murder

Note — Sorry for the delays on this chapter, and for the format that it's being posted in. Unfortunately, between the hurricane and a broken computer, I won't be able to post in the exact format I usually do with all the pictures and everything. I also won't be able to link anything, update my master list, or put a breaker in this chapter unfortunately. For now, this is how it's going to go up. I do plan on going back and editing in the banners and the headers and all of that as soon as my computer is fixed. Hopefully that will be in the next couple weeks, so if this chapter looks different later this year, that's why lol. Thank you all for being so patient and so kind on the previous chapters, but I am finally back to writing again! Enjoy!!

Previous — Next

"Where are you going?"

"To find that curator."

"[Y/n], hold up—I'm coming with you."

Your stomach does somersaults as Taehyung grabs your hand and pulls you in the direction of the elevator. His stride is just as determined as yours, and you feel immense comfort with his hand in yours. As small a gesture as it is, it feels warm and helps subside the anxiety within you.

Despite the lack of film in the last few months of their lives, for whatever reason, you know exactly how your past lives' story ends. You've seen it your entire life. It ends in a bloodbath.

But you had no idea that they were being threatened for months before their deaths. You didn't realize the ins and outs of reincarnation, as [Y/n] told it. If what she said was true, then Taehyung should have gotten his memories back when he turned twenty-one in this lifetime. If you think back to your dream, you remember she'd said something along those lines.

"Come find me. In the next one: meet me there."

From his spot next to you in the elevator, Taehyung looks down at you with concern. "Are you okay?"

"Are you?" You turn and lock with his gaze. "Those were our past lives, and not only were they murdered shortly after those clips, but I now know that they were being stalked way before then. All of this, everything lines up with my dream. And god, I don't want to be skeptical or logical... I believe all of it."

"I do, too."

"You do?"

Taehyung nods, and his dark curls fall over his forehead, barely brushing over his eyes. "What I'm wondering is why didn't I get my memories back at twenty-one?"

Shaking your head, you sputter, "Maybe it's because we were murdered at the same time? From the way they were talking, that's a first. The cycle was messed up. I don't know how or why." You pause, and the elevator dings up another floor. "Do you remember anything at all? Have any memories come back?"

Taehyung bites his lower lip and turns his gaze away. "Something's there. It's like a word on the tip of your tongue. You're familiar. All of this feels...right? I don't know how to describe it."

"You said you believe it."

"I do. That film wasn't faked. Those people were us. Everything they said feels right in my heart. I just...I don't have proof to back it up."

Your hand tightens around his, fingers lacing together as you state, "Well, I know who can give us some of that."

The elevator doors open, and you pull Taehyung along as you head straight for Ms. Jwa's office. You might not know exactly where it is, but the wing of offices is just down the hall from the service elevator. She can't be far.

The middle-aged woman looks up from her computer as both of you enter without knocking. She seems surprised at the sudden entrance, but her shock dissipates quickly.

"I have to say, that was faster than I thought."

"Who were Kim Taehyung and Kim [Y/n]?" you ask, getting straight to the point.

Ms. Jwa sighs and leans back in her office chair. She gestures for you to close the door, then motions to the chairs across from her. "Have a seat." A beat of silence follows the closing of the door, and you both take your seats. "I assume you watched the film?"

"We did," Taehyung nods. "Have you?"

The curator nods. "I did."

"Then you know about reincarnation. You knew Taehyung and I might come back."

Another affirmative shake of her head. "Which is why I kept everything that belonged to you both, as you requested I do in late 1994. I was surprised, but now I see why." Her gaze shifts back and forth between you and Taehyung. "You really are mirror images of them. It's astonishing."

"You were their friend?" you inquire.

Ms. Jwa's face shifts to a small smile, but behind the expression, there's deep sadness. "I was. If you want, I can start at the beginning." When neither of you speaks up, she continues. "Taehyung and I went to the same art school in Daegu. We're both from the city and wanted to make it big in Seoul. He was kind of like the big brother I never wanted."

She flashes a grin at Taehyung. "No offense. When we moved to Seoul, we got jobs here as junior curators. I was more on the art history side, whereas Taehyung was the true artist. He always said he wanted his works to be displayed here someday." Her eyes drop to her hands, clasped in her lap. "Which is why I felt it was only right to put his memorial here and display his favorite photographs."

She shakes her head, pulling herself out of memory. "Your past selves met and fell in love very quickly. I thought it was strange. Taehyung was a...unique person. Always was, and he didn't often click with people right away. But [Y/n]? I don't believe in soulmates, but those two were the exception."

"Before they died, they were being stalked," Taehyung intervenes. "By who?"

Ms. Jwa shrugs her shoulders. "We don't know. We assume it's the same person that killed them, but there's no way to know for sure. He was practiced. He knew what he was doing. The evidence was inconclusive, and the cameras were blacked out. I have no idea how he got in after-hours, what his motive was, or how he got away."

Your breath catches in your throat at her words. Something in the back of your mind told you that he might've escaped. Your dream shows him injured, bleeding profusely, but stumbling out of sight. You'd hoped that he'd wandered off somewhere and died, and he might have—away from the Museum—but your stomach sinks regardless.

"It wasn't just stalking. Taehyung and [Y/n] received death threats for months before they died. It started with Taehyung, around the time he met [Y/n], and then she started getting them as well. Always anonymous. Even the police were baffled."

"So what you're telling us is that even after all this time, there are no answers?"

Ms. Jwa clearly sees your dismay, but can offer no condolences or closure. "I wish I had more to tell you, but that's the extent of what I know. I kept everything in that vault downstairs hoping that one day one of you would show up again and be able to tell me what happened to you. I figured Taehyung would be the one to get his memories first, based on the video footage, but when he showed up as a pop star with clearly no memory of his past, I thought..." She trails off and takes a pause before continuing. "I thought it best not to push the issue. I wasn't sure if the cycle had broken, or if he was merely trying for a different life this time. Either way, I wanted him to be happy. He looked happy to me, at least from the outside."

Taehyung heaves a deep sigh, shaking his head profusely. "How many times did I come to visit this place, and you said nothing? You must have seen me before yesterday. Why didn't you tell me anything?"

You're right." The curator's eyes drift downward as she says, "Maybe I should have said something. Perhaps that would have sped up the process. I did what I thought was right at the time. Maybe that was to quell my own guilt." She lifts her head and offers an apologetic smile to us both. "Now I can see that that was wrong. For that I apologize. All I can do now is make up for the lost time and offer you answers that I have." She gestures with a flourish of her hand to the doorway. "All of the things downstairs or yours, feel free to take any of it. But as for who killed you, or why, or what happened to them, I'm afraid no one has those answers."

You ride from your seat, take a step forward, and move closer to the curator to lower your voice. "Then tell us why were we here that night. If we knew we were being followed, I know what I would have done and it's not coming back to the one place that I knew we wouldn't be safe."

"You're correct," she says. "That is the only other thing I can tell you. You were about to leave the country that night. Like I told you, Taehyung and I were very close. He didn't have many friends, but Emelia Popescu and I were the only people he considered as such. It was fate that we all worked in the same office. Because of that, he wanted to see us one last time before you left. Both of you came here to say your final goodbyes to Emelia and I."

"And we didn't say anything that made you ask questions?" Taehyung inquires.

Ms. Jwa scoffs lightly. "I asked all the questions in the world. You wouldn't tell me anything more than the matter was urgent and leaving was necessary, and that you would send word for where you were when the coast was clear. To be honest, everything about that night terrified me even before...before the accident."

The name she mentioned moments ago brings back memories of a corpse at the base of a stone figure, crimson expanding along the tiles of the floor. "Emelia was the other girl that was killed, right?" You have no idea what the girl actually looked like; those memories have yet to resurface.

Ms. Jwa nods once. "Yes, I had left to take an urgent call after I had said goodbye. Emelia had offered to walk you both out. That was when you were attacked." She shudders, and Taehyung instinctively reaches out and places a comforting hand on her shoulder. At his touch, she steadies and flashes a watery smile. "Emelia was killed first as a distraction and lure, and then the both of you were..." Her sentence trails off, but you all know how that story ends.

That can't be it. This cannot be all that there is. All the memories, all the dreams, the flood of confusion and emotion that has wrapped you in a vice-grip the last few months -- it's all been leading to the moment of truth. Your heart was racing this morning, the thought of finally knowing what happened in 1995 sending you into an elated but terrified tizzy.

You never thought that the answers would be so close, yet slip between you fingers like the water from the Museum fountain where you and your lover were brutally masacred.

But you've seen the evidence yourself, all of your belongings, and spoken to someone who knew you both well. Every piece of truth she has is in her mind and in her vault below your feet. If the answers aren't there, where could they be?

How can that be all that there is?

You step back, leaning against the nearest bookshelf for support, gripping one of the shelves so tightly you know your knuckles are white. "There has to be something you can tell us about who he was," you murmur. "Something, anything."

Taehyung's gaze meets yours, and you can see for the first time that his desperation mirrors your own. Even if it wasn't obvious to you when you first arrived in South Korea, Kim Taehyung has been searching for his own answers just as fiercly -- if not more so -- than you. Whatever cycle you both have been in for god knows how many centuries has not been broken, but it is damaged. While he should have been the one to remember at twenty-one, there is a part of him that longs for rememrance. Something deep inside has been pushing him towards the truth and constantly reminding him that parts of his life are awry. Even if everything from the outside seems perfect, you can tell from those eyes that he needs this just as much as you.

"Did no one see his face, or a glimpse of anything?" he rephrases. "And how did he let you live when the only other three people in the building were murdered?"

The curator walks over to the bookshelf nearest you, searches the columns for a moment, and retrieves an old file. This one is a bright red color, different than the others on the shelves and easy to locate. She opens it and hands us a composite sketch notebook for that has Seoul Police Department written on the face.

"There was one witness that saw him in a dark alleyway. Not much detail was captured, but she did remember a few distinct details that she told the police. This is the composite sketch that was created based on her details. I'm not sure how much help it will be, but it's yours if you want it."

Taehyung joins your side, arm brushing yours as he God's affirmatively towards the notebook. He doesn't say a word, but his expression tells you everything: "Go ahead. I'm here. This might be the only answer we get."

In a burst of untethered courage, you open the pages to reveal the single composite sketch on the first page. It's merely charcoal on white paper, but the expression of a man you've seen in your nightmares stares back at you with a haunted hatred all over his face. Memories from the past flood back to you, not just from your deathly dream but further than that.

Decades.

Centuries.

You've known this man's face for as long as your soul has been a soul. The last lifetime, the one before that, all the way back to the very first one. The death in your dream from 1995 is only the beginning; this is a face you've seen in your very first life, the one you only started to remember when you came to Seoul.

Your hands begin to tremble, and a lump swells up in your throat. Taehyung steadies your grip, concern covering his features. He says your name, but your ears are ringing and his voice is drowned out by the panic racing through your body. The book drops from your hands, your knees buckle, and your eyes roll back into your head.

Never in any nightmare did you ever think you would the face of your first parent again, let alone with a smoking gun in his grasp and your blood on his hands.

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[idontknowmyownmind]

An AU where KRS exist as a Duke in TCF.

The plot more or less the same.

Just makes KRS and Cale childhood friends.

Cale doesn't become a trash young master.

He still appear, arrogant, rude and blunt with his words.

But secretly a softy. Especially to children.

He almost got beat up with Choi Han but KRS stop him.

KRS, the Soos are, is reincarnated with only KRS obtain his full memories.

Possible poly relationship between Cale, KRS and Alberu.

Others people thought KRS and Alberu are in love (which partially true). While their party know that those two also love Cale.

Cale has a crush for them and also think they like each other so he ignore his feeling.

There is just one OC from beastman tribe with dark attribute. (Idk what. Maybe snake or leopard or panther, idk)

No one know that Cale close with this particular man. Because as far as they know, they know anyone Cale interact with.

A peace treaty between Roan and the beastman tribe.

He is the representative.

The tribe is famous for them poker face, cold eyes, even voice, and no smile.

So, imagine their surprise, when this man, one of the most important people from the tribe actually familiar with Cale.

What in my mind:

The face to face. The heroes, Alberu, and Cale (yes, he reluctantly dragged here) with the beastmen.

Since the OC is of the proxy, second important, he is right behind the leader.

He sweap his eyes to anyone until his eyes land to Cale, who look aside and pretend to not care.

He blinked slowly and titled his head. This us not gone unnoticed by KRS and some of his party. He follow his eyes and found them fixated to Cale. KRS narrowed his eyes, thinking it's not a good sign.

His finger twitched when he watch him walk toward Cale but he hold himself.

The OC is towering Cale as he is slightly bigger than Toonka. He gently take one of Cale's hands while the other hand cupped his cheek.

Cale jerked back and almost pull himself away before he lock eyes with a familiar warm eyes. So he just stay still and look the OC right in the eyes. He just blinks slowly.

"Hi Cale"

The beastman voice is heavy but soft and gentle when he said Cale's name. His eyes that previously cold, crinkles happily and shone warmly as they roam Cale's face.

"Hi"

The beastman let his hand go and cupped Cale's face. He caressing Cale's cheeks with both thumbs and sometimes entwined their fingers to his hair. His eyes shone an apparent happiness and a goofy and happy smile plastered on his lips.

"You are as beautiful as always"

He said that words while sweap Cale's lips with his thumbs before he lean down. KRS and Alberu jerk up as if they want to snatch Cale away from him while the other gasp. Cale just stood there, holding the man arms, still locking their eyes.

Contrarly to everyone belief, the man doesn't kiss his lips but rather the corner of it.

The beastman party know Cale.

The leader command his right hand man to wait later in an amusement tone. The man let Cale go and they ushered to their room.

The man said something before he go.

"Cale"

Cale look at him.

"I love you"

Cale is silently looking at him before showing a small genuine smile.

"I know"

It's not 'I love you too' because they know that Cale doesn't love the man the same way he love Cale.

Idk why but this past few day I just keep thinking about a platonic soulmate of Cale and it has to be an OC. One that completely platonic and one with the OC actually love Cale romantically. Cale know because the OC doesn't particularly hide his feeling. He openly show AND SAY his love for Cale. And everytime he say 'I love you' Cale only answer with 'I know'. They just so tender and wholesome with each other. Platonic feels romantic kind of relationship.

[m-jelly]

Soul anon is back in the houseee!! Hope is not too much of an ask, and I really hope u like 🙃🙃

So, how about a soulmate AU! where if your soulmate dies in your reality before u two meet, in a certain age, the oldest (in this case Levi) get transported to a reality where your soulmate is alive, and u have like less than a month to find the person, get to know each other, and decide if both are staying in that reality, both going back to the other's (Levi) reality or if each one is staying in their own reality.

So, when Levi is transported (maybe w his friends to spice it up) to his soulmate reality (reader is like in her middle 20s), she is the Captain to a pirate ship, one of the most feared pirates of all, just really a fierce bitch and they meet in like Tortuga or smth.

And even if they love each other, reader isn't ready to leave her reality bc of her crew and stuff, and I leave it to u what would Levi decide...

maybe a little angst??? Like sad ending where they're separated for life? Or Levi decides to stay w her, maybe like the Swab of the ship?? Or maybe they're separated and meet again waaay later????? Whatever u decide, I know I'm gonna love 💕🙃

Well...hello there soul anon. We meet again ;) I'm actually dabbling with a story similar to this for Ao3, but it's in its baby phase atm. I'm happy to do this one and I will make it a happy ending! I always do Happy Endings. Muhahaha!! Happiness for all!

Forever and always

Pairing: Levi x Reader.

Genre and tags: Reincarnation AU, romance, soulmates, time skips - pirate, world war, modern-day, happy ending, getting together, peace in the end.

Concept: After you died in the AOT world due to a thief, Levi is transported into a new body with no facial scars or fingers missing. Levi searches for you with just a month on the clock. He finds you're a strong and fierce pirate that is determined to take over the seas. When Levi wants to run away with you, you refuse and explain you're not strong enough. Levi stays with you on your ship, but a rival of yours tries to stop you. You decide to sacrifice yourself in order to save Levi. Every life you go to you keep saving Levi and try to be stronger. Eventually, you're both in the modern day and you both meet in a museum that contains lots of your past lives.

Levi launched his upper body up from the bed and gasped. He placed his hand on his chest as he shook. He welled up as he remembered your dead body. He clutched his chest and knew he needed to find you right away.

He ran downstairs to find all his friends he'd lost waiting. "The fuck? You're all here?"

Erwin smiled at Levi. "You took your time getting to this life. What brought you here?"

Levi said your name. "She died and I was sent right here. Some thief attacked her and killed her in front of me." He welled up. "I want her back."

Mike handed over a paper. "Found her already."

Levi snatched it and saw it was a wanted poster. "Tch, the fuck?"

Hange grinned. "She's a pirate. Very well known."

"I have to go see her."

Erwin stood up and smiled. "She's docked here. Careful though, she's very well known. She might not remember you."

Levi shoved the door open. "I don't give a shit!" He ran through the town and to the docks to see pirates and a large ship. He walked closer and heard a familiar voice shouting orders. He walked onto the ship and ignored the pirates shouting at him. He called your name as you walked to the wheel. "Is it you?"

You froze, then looked down. "Levi?"

He walked to the steps. "Yeah."

You ran to him with your long boots booming on the wood. You jumped off the step and into Levi's arms. "You made it!"

He held you close and spun around with you. "I've finally go you again. Come on, let's run away. We can live our life out here."

You jumped down and pushed Levi back. "We can't."

"Why not?"

You gulped hard, then looked at your men. "GET BACK TO WORK!" You wiggled your finger at Levi, then walked into your cabin. You closed the door and let out a long sigh. "I can't run away with you. I have to secure the seas. I have to command my people."

Levi frowned. "I thought you loved me. We're soulmates. We've been given another chance to be together."

"I know, I know. It's just." You sat on your bed and sighed. "I realised when I was dying in your arms that I was never strong enough. I've always been weaker than you and I could never protect you. So, I want to be strong so I can make sure you and I can live together."

He walked over to you and sat on the bed. "So, I guess I'll just have to sail with you."

You hummed a laugh and held his hand. "I guess you do. We have one month to get what needs to be done."

Levi frowned. "How do you know?"

You let out a long sigh. "When I died this being talked to me and said we'd find each other again, but when we do we have a month to decide if we want each other. If we don't want it, then we jump to other realities."

Levi kissed you and moaned in happiness. "I don't ever want that. I want you and I want to stay with you, always."

You smiled, then wrapped your arms around your lover. "I want to keep you too." You pulled back and sighed. "I guess you're part of my crew." You stood up and hummed. "You get special treatment. You get to stay in my cabin."

Levi stood up and pulled you close. "I need to remember us."

You blushed a little. "You cute man."

"I love you."

You smiled. "I love you too."

Levi and you were perfect together. He helped you as you sailed across the seas with his friends. Levi was focused on the month timeline. He kept reminding you that it was running out. He didn't want to leave you. He wanted to stay with you, always.

You were ready to say yes to Levi about staying with him, but your ship was attacked. You ran around your ship in the pouring rain as the waves crashed against your ship. You shouted orders to your crew, then grabbed and pulled at the ropes.

You tied up the rope. "Man the cannons!"

Levi grabbed your arm. "We have to leave."

You cupped his face and kissed him. "I have to stop this son of a bitch. Once he's dead, then we can live a better life together. Trust me. I have to be strong and save you."

"I don't need saving!"

You smiled softly at him. "You do." You pulled away from him and fired your gun. "I want every last one of them dead!" Your body flew back when a cannon hit your ship right by your feet. You winced in pain, then pushed your body up and ran over to Levi. "We have to leave!"

Levi held your hand and ran to your lifeboat. "I'll set it up and help you on."

You grabbed Levi's shirt and kissed him. "I love you."

He smiled. "I love you too." He flinched when something hit his face. He lightly touched his face and looked to see blood. He shouted your name and gazed at you.

You smiled sadly at him. "I hope we can meet again."

Levi's eyes widened. "No. No, no, no, no!"

Erwin cut the ropes on the lifeboat. "We have to go."

Hange held Levi back. "Let her go."

Levi gritted his teeth as they moved further from your ship. He welled up as he watched cannons rip into it, then the ship slowly sink. "I'll never let her go." He closed his eyes and felt himself slipping away to a new life.

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Levi woke up as his hearing slowly registered what was going on around him. He frowned a little when he heard gunfire and bombs. He sat up and sighed. He'd been a pirate with you, then he'd had other lives. Each life together you had given your life to save Levi.

Hange ran over to Levi. "Back again, huh?"

Levi sat up and put his head in his hands. "What's happening?"

"War."

He groaned. "Our first life was a war."

Hange smiled. "There's no titans in this one, just humans killing humans."

Levi looked up and said your name. "Please, please tell me she's alive and here."

"She's alive and she's a killer sniper."

He jumped off the bed and grabbed a gun. "I need to see her!"

Hange followed Levi out of the tent. "She's a few clicks over stationed in a town. The enemy have made up a story about her. She's a ghost."

Levi smiled a little. "I'm glad she's strong. I need to go see her."

"Mike can get you close to the town, then you have to go on foot."

"Understood." Levi walked outside into the war zone and over to Mike. He sat in the vehicle and thought about you as he was transported. "Is she okay?"

Mike nodded. "Just lonely." He pulled up and smiled. "She's in the town hall in the tower. Try and keep it down with the fun things you do."

Levi rolled his eyes. "Tch, fuck off." He left Mike and walked through the empty and broken town, which brought back memories of Paradis. He let out a long sigh, then looked to the tower and saw a glint of your sniper. "You keep getting more and more incredible."

Levi made his way through the town hall and stayed quiet. He didn't know if you were hiding somewhere, or if you were in full attack mode. He knew the basics about this world as information filtered into his head, but he didn't know the life you'd been through.

You held a knife to Levi's throat. "Who do you work for?"

Levi held your arm and said your name softly. "It's me."

You let Levi go. "You made it again."

He turned around and held you tightly. "Stop this fighting. You don't need to be strong for me."

You cupped Levi's face and kissed him. "I know. I know, but there's no choice in this world. The world is at war, everyone is involved." You sighed. "What a shit world to be in. I want to be with you Levi, so badly, but this life...I've had to do terrible things. It's not like our titan life, it's so much worse."

He held you tightly. "Let me help you."

"Stay with me."

"Always."

You kissed him, then pulled him up to your tower. "The tea is better in this life." You handed him a cup. "Enjoy it, my love."

Levi smiled and sipped his tea. "I'll help you with anything."

"I appreciate it."

Levi gazed at you and felt happy and safe. He was glad he wasn't on a ship this time. He helped you as much as possible. He set up traps, as well as found food for you both. You'd take turns to be on watch. You'd hold each other and remind each other how much you loved each other.

You walked through the town checking the area around. You cried out when you were hit up the back of the head. You dropped to your knees as your wrists were tied. You were yanked up to see you had a small group of soldiers that were falling apart, which meant they were losing the war.

You kept your mouth shut as they shouted and asked you about the ghost of the town. You refused to give up Levi. You smirked at them. "Just kill me. It's only me. A woman stopped so many of your own." You smiled and closed your eyes. "See you soon, Levi."

Levi watched in horror as you were shot in the back of the head. He clenched his jaw and felt himself fading. "See you soon, beautiful."

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Levi stared at a painting of you as the pirate on the wall of the museum. He smiled a little and loved this place. He'd arrived in the modern world a week ago in an apartment right next to this museum. He loved it because it was full of you from all your lives where you did amazing things. He was also all over the place as a man that was always at your side.

"They got my nose wrong." You hummed a laugh as Levi gazed at you in disbelief. "I guess they could never get it perfect." You looked over at Levi. "Did you get taller?"

Levi smiled. "Tch, you little shit."

You laughed. "You did. Is Kuchel alive?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Thank the amazing medical treatment."

"I'm glad."

He gulped hard as he felt scared to ask. "Let me guess, you a cop, fire department, ambulance, army?"

You smiled a little and shook your head. "None. I own a teashop. It's very safe."

Levi hummed a laugh. "I'm glad. You know, you've done incredible things. This museum is proof of it all. Why did you do it all?"

You walked with him to the exhibit about you being a sniper. "I did it all for you. I was killed because I was weak. So, I wanted to be strong to protect you and I kept failing all the fucking time." You smiled sadly. "I could never get strong enough. I kept losing my life to keep you alive. I kept hurting you. When I made it to this life, I realised that I was just making things worse for you." You let out a long sigh. "I'm done with running and fighting. I want a normal life, which is why I have a teashop."

He smiled softly at you. "I'm so glad you're taking things slow and safe."

You let out a long sigh. "A week in, right?"

He nodded. "A week into our month, yeah."

You walked up to Levi and kissed him. "I accept this life and our love. No more multipl lives. I want this one with you. I want to love you and make a family like we were back on Paradis." You held his hands. "That's if you want to?"

He wrapped you up in his arms tightly. "Yes. Fuck yes! I accept this life and timeline. I can't watch you die again." He cupped your face. "Forever mine."

You smiled softly. "Forever and always." You gasped when you felt a weight go from your chest and soul. "We did it."

Levi gasped. "Yeah, we did." He picked you up and made you giggle. "We should marry."

You nodded. "I'd love that. Can we go back to your place? I want to just sit and talk and kiss and hold you."

He hummed as he carried you. "Perfect. I'm ready."

[ichorai]

whittled by stars ; j.yh

requested by @sunlightwoo (8 + reincarnation au) for my milestone celebration !!

pairing ; yunho x reader (gender-neutral)

summary ; you watched him die yesterday. what was he doing following you now?

themes ; fantasy, angst, reincarnation au, soulmates au

words ; 1.2k

warnings / includes ; lots of talks of death, a metaphor involving a weapon, yunho is pretty and smells good but what's new, reader has a stick up their ass me finks, allusions to a vvv heavy past ;-; the two of them have #history

a/n ; i'm rlly happy with how this turned out !! might turn this into a whole ass series or smth </3 i love this concept and dynamic sm so thank you to gina for requesting it :( on another note, i just made a new ficrecs blog, @ichorbarnes if any of yall wanna check that out :D

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“Leave me alone,” you hissed out angrily without turning around to face the bane of your existence. “You died yesterday. I was there. I saw you.”

“Hello to you, too.” The man一you couldn’t quite be bothered to learn his name一merely tilted his head and gazed upon you with a certain affinity you didn’t replicate. “Fate has a strange way of pushing us together, no?”

The heavens rolled into your line of sight when you cast your exasperated gaze to the bleeding sky. Setting suns meant you had to go back home. There was no time to dawdle with bumbling fools. “Don’t follow me.”

The dull thuds of his boots echoing behind you as you hurried out of the main city didn’t go unnoticed. He was following you.

“When was the last time you died?” he called out, to which you stuck out an unsavory finger without turning back. Perhaps if you ignored him, he would grow bored and walk away. The silent tactic proved to be futile, for he strode up to you with those ridiculously long legs of his until he was right in front of you, walking backwards. “I asked you a question.”

“And I’m not answering.”

It was very much satisfying to watch him ram straight into a street lamp. The pole wobbled beneath his weight. He winced as he rubbed at the back of his rattled skull, before jogging to catch up with you.

“Do you not notice anything different about me?”

The fleetest of glances towards his tall figure made you realize that he had peach-pink locks in his last life. Now, in stark juxtaposition to before, his head was streaked with crimson and ebony; the criminally attractive hue of danger. If that didn’t scream stay away from him, you didn’t know what else did.

Well, maybe the curved dagger he gripped in his hand raised a red flag as well.

“Got a makeover?” you scoffed with a faux grin before dropping it just as quickly as it formed. “I don’t give a shit about what you do.”

“That’s not what I remember you saying when we were trapped in a cave together.”

You cracked your mouth open, but promptly decided against saying anything too rash.

“Nor is it what you said… was it six lifetimes ago? Maybe seven? When we fought in a war together. You cried when I died, right? Held me in your arms and told me you loved me.”

The distant memories he brought up from so long ago had you halting in your tracks. “Those were different times.”

A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. “And through all your lives, you’ve never asked for my name.”

“I don’t want to know.”

“Too bad,” he leaned close, close enough where you caught a whiff of his fresh citrus aroma and you were forced to hold your breath, terrified of breathing him in. “I’m Yunho.”

“I don’t care.”

“You should,” with a heady sigh, Yunho carried on. “You’re Y/N. I’ve known for about two lives now. Heard the guards talking about you while we were in a holding cell. Remember that?”

You did. “I don’t.”

The sun was now long gone, leaving behind only the faintest traces of light with the stars. They blinked down at you, cold and distant, calculating and vengeful. Just like you.

“Why are you so hell-bent on pushing me away? We’re fate-bound. Why not accept it?” It was evident that frustration was starting to spider through his veins, but he kept a cool visage, staring at you with what you knew as concern. You’ve seen it a million times in a hundred different lives. Yunho cared for you, but you weren’t sure you could quite say the same for yourself. Not now, at least.

Something with what he said didn’t sit right with you. So you thrusted a finger into his chest, prowling forward until you were just a hair’s breadth away from his face. Surprise was what propelled him backwards, until his back hit the brick wall of a closed store. Under the flickering light of the street lamps, you could detect aureate flecks in his irises, wide and curious. Had they always been there? A million resurrections, and you still found new things about him.

There was naught an ounce of precaution in this man, considering how he let you walk all over him. No wonder he’s died so many times.

“Let me make this clear, Yunho,” A tremor crept down his spine at the way you spat his name out with menace. “We aren’t fate-bound. What the fuck does that even mean? Soulmates? Please, don’t make me laugh. Soulmates don’t exist. And if they did, you’re the last person fate would pair me up with. Got it?”

A ghostly breeze whispered past the two of you as you glared at him, tousling his hair so it careened into his eyes. He was a beautiful man; not even a million deaths has changed that. You wondered if you’ve changed physically after so long. Sure, you used to love him in some lives, but that only happened far and few, not even mentioning the shortness of it all. Love was quick to fall from your grasp, blackened sand falling through the cracks between cupped hands. Love only brought pain, a poisoned dagger thrusted between your ribs, corrupting and merciless in manner. Love were the lies that stuck to lungs, the tears clinging to lashes, the trumpet of war you only knew to be your fading heartbeat.

You always ended up losing Yunho, and you weren’t quite keen on reliving that again.

“Crystal,” Yunho replied in a detached manner. He didn’t look too sure of himself. The bottom of his lips found its way between his teeth as he furrowed his brows and observed you. This man was whittled by pure starlight, you were so sure of it, and you had to wrench your eyes from his handsome features to stave away the strange feeling in your abdomen. “You know this won’t be the last we see of each other, right? We always end up entangled in some sort of mess together.”

You had nothing to say to his jab, refusing to admit that he was right. Yunho was one of the only constants, no matter which universe or time period you get reincarnated into, that clingy bitch. You wrinkled the bridge of your nose, shrugging a shoulder before murmuring, “Don’t miss me too much while I’m gone, then.”

Much to your resigned chagrin, the slight smile that flowered his lush lips almost had your knees buckling as you pushed yourself away from him.

This time, he didn’t follow you when you stormed away, watching your figure disappear as you rounded the corner of a rickety, lopsided building. He wasn’t worried; you were strong and knew how to take care of yourself. He’ll see you again, disregarding your baleful warning completely (in fact, seeing you all riled up sparked an old flame within his chest). And, to be frank, he was quite excited by the prospect.

[bellafragolina]

*crawls in through the 3rd story window*

To you and also the anon that gave us the idea of soulmates being linked through lifetimes, I would like you offer my undying devotion. That stuff is my jam!

And the thought that the boys remember, too - you can do so much with that! Are they the only ones who remember? Because if so, then Reader could be finally, blissfully unaware of how much their previous incarceration suffered. Hell, maybe it was even like, something the twins bargained with Arceus for, that their soulmate has a happier existence next go 'round; Arceus could have been like, "done and done, but also you two are gonna remember so you can help make your own request a reality."

Or does Reader remember, too? The extent of everyone's memories might be up for debate, but if Reader even remotely remembers their past life, they might be like a wary stray cat around them that the boys have to slowly befriend. (Childhood friends to eventual lovers, maybe?) Not nearly as bad as the last time, obviously, but more like a "hmmmm, not super comfortable around you just yet but I can't tell why" slow burn friendship kind of deal with the boys being utterly determined to win you over.

(As an aside, I thrive on platonic/familial/friendship soulmates, too, so I just imagine the twins are also continuously reincarnated together and have each other's and maybe Elesa's names on one another's non-romantic-soulmark wrists. Or. Wherever you want the marks to be.)

I read a fic once for a different fandom - and I wish I could find it again, alas! - where the cycle of reincarnation for soulmates kind of acted like Groundhog Day and kept going until everybody got their happy ending. Like, one life they missed each other and never met, the next they got separated and died, in the next one they wound up as rivals and hated one another, etc. It finally ended with them coming all the way back around to the very first life again (in modern times, because time shenanigans) and finally getting it right. I can 100% see Arceus pulling this shit with the twins and Reader.

"Y'all fucked up? Reincarnation jail for train men! Reincarnation jail for you three idiots for 100 lives!"

So picture the twins and Reader, going through a dumb number of lives, trying to get it right, and fiiiiiiiiinally getting back around to the first one, the one where Reader was a Plasma victim grunt, and everyone has a very weird sense of deja vu as they all meet for the "first time." Reader is tense and nervous, clearly expected something bad to happen, and the twins are anxious and feel like the moment has far more weight than it already should - like if they make one wrong move, they'll ruin everything.

Everyone just sort of stares at each other in tense silence for a long few minutes, until the twins slowly, carefully, reach out and take their soulmate's hands, smiling gently.

"It's nice to finally meet you."

Cut to tearful, happy first meetings leading to long roads with happy endings.

(Meanwhile, Arceus is just banging its head on a wall somewhere in exasperation. "ABOUT DAMN TIME!")

~Spark💥

{I have more soulmate au ideas, including other forms the soul bonds could take - like dream sharing, or what-you-write-on-your-skin-shows-up-on-theirs - for various different scenarios, possibly even for each of their reincarnations. But I'll save those for a different ask if anyone is interested.}

I’m interested in all of your ideas please tell me them please!!

God, the idea of the twins remembering well what happened before, and being in an almost repeat of that previous life. You’re there, as you were but maybe with a different team this time, clearly uncomfortable and nervous as you show them your soulmate marks. There’s dread on your face, but also confusion as to why, and it breaks the twins’ hearts.

They’re so gentle. They touch you like you’re something precious, and give affection as you accept it, mindful of every bruise and scar you carry, physical or not. They’re determined to do better by you, and to give you the world. Comfort and happiness, that’s they’re priorities, and they don’t care what anyone else has to say about it.

And it gives former team members hope, seeing you rise above your past and find happiness with your soulmates.

~Renee

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Hey!!! How are you?

Congratulations on your 1k followers

Can I request aries + Kazuha + hc scenario + fluffy...?

Today is the last day of the event, I just saw it today, at least it wasn't after the event ended ;w;

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I'm thinking about having a nickname to join the anon squad... Maybe 🇧🇷 anon? Your content came to a Brazilian person! Congratulations on your content reaching someone on the other side of the world :)

in the next life (hc scenario, reincarnation au)

penpal: hi hi, i’m doing great ty 🇧🇷 anon!! i’m so happy to know that my content has reached to the other side of the world 🥺🥺 i hope you like this <<3

prompt: aries the ram, red-string soulmate au

pairing/s: kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

sypnosis: sometimes, happy endings can only happen in another lifetime. (or, hc on how you and kazuha met during the modern era of teyvat)

includes: slight spoilers to inazuma quests (2.0), fluff/slight angsty, reincarnation au, mentions of death, modern au, rushed ending

soulmates has always been one of the things that made teyvat special.

people had all collectively agreed that meeting their soulmate is one of the most treasuring moment, no matter how strange or hilarious the first encounter is like, no one should ever forget the once-in-a-lifetime moment.

with that said, most stories are usually soulmates– specifically how one meets their fated other. historical moments are no exception to this, such as an archon's first ever encounter with their soulmate during an annual rite, a forbidden love between an immortal being and a human, a sweet story of a soldier and a healer during a certain war, and the list goes on.

but where are stories that contains soulmates who had never met one another? or had a tragic fate that gave them no opportunity to get along with their soulmate anymore?

none.

some would say they'll meet in the afterlife, where they can live on in peace as the world goes on. while some would beg to differ and think that the two soulmates are just bound to not meet.

only little would suggest reincarnation.

and you and your beloved soulmate are one of those little people.

but you honestly didn't think that you and kazuha would be the soulmates with a tragic fate.

the both of you had met thanks to the resistance. when beidou decided to introduce kazuha to kokomi, he met you along the way– the right-hand-person of kokomi and his soulmate.

the both of you had instantly clicked when you met, the wide smile the both of you had appeared when you notice each other's red string being connected.

since then, you were inseparable.

on days when your assigned unit didn't need your assistance at the moment, you usually use those times to hung out with the samurai, often talking about each other's adventures and experiences with the best you can.

it was those days when you incredibly cherished the moments, making sure to remember every second of those moments you had with him before going on battles against kujou sara and her soldiers.

unfortunately for the both of you, the memories that you oh-so cherished would be the last one you'll ever make.

"see you in the next life... kaedehara kazuha," you whispered, staring at the samurai as the both of you lie down on the cold ground with soldiers fighting around the both of you, blood gushing out from your mouth. "whether it'd be in the next life or another, may celestia let us have another chance."

you watched as kazuha smiled lightly, his hand shakily trying to reach out to yours until he intertwines it together. "till we meet again, y/n."

as the war between the resistance and the raiden shogun continued, you and kazuha let out your one last breath before passing away.

much to you and kazuha's hopes, the war against the vision hunt decree won victoriously, with the raiden shogun lifting up the decree and brought inazuma back to its usual peaceful life before the decree.

of course, the resistance alongside the traveler paid respects to you and kazuha's passing, telling you that you and kazuha can rest now that they won.

as centuries flew by, teyvat had a major change among the nations. in this particular century, archons and visions had long been forgotten, with technology around the world being more advanced than before. as for soulmates? they still exist fortunately.

then there's you, a person who found joy in traveling around the world and tell the world about it. at least, that's what people think.

to you, you simply wanted to travel around teyvat to find a person named kaedehara kazuha.

recently, you started getting dreams of a man who goes by kaedehara kazuha. some were usually romantic that it gave you butterflies, some were conversations that you sometimes would forget, and of course, the dreams that often haunt you.

most dreams of yours were always lying down beside the man– who was bleeding to death. was this a sign of him dying? what is the purpose of these dreams?

you didn't know why this was happening to you. are you slowly going insane? or were you just overreacting?

whatever it was, you knew that deep down that it has something to do with your soulmate.

you went high and low around each nation you visited, often asking certain people if they've know a man named kaedehara kazuha, only to receive no useful information that could help you.

of course, your only source that could help you find him is the red string that connects you and your soulmate, following the direction it led you with hopes of it twitching as a sign that you're near.

unfortunately, none of the nations you've visited had no signs of who you're looking for.

your last stop is inazuma, a nation that's infamous for having beautiful firework shows and tourist spots. there's not a single place that isn't worth taking pictures of.

the moment you arrived to the nation using a boat,l you came across to a woman whose name is beidou.

"i don't know a man whose name has a kaedehara, but i have a son who coincidentally has the same name as kazuha!" she exclaims with a grin. "i don't think he's the one you're looking for though, i've never seen him hung out with someone like you or anyone else who isn't gorou."

you smile lightly at the woman, trying to not look disappointed. "i see.. thank you again, miss beidou."

she quickly waved you off. "good luck in finding the man you're looking for!"

the moment you immediately checked in ritou, you started exploring around the nation with no plans of stopping, hoping to see at least one person who looks like the man in your dreams or has their red string connected to your finger.

unfortunately, every area you've visited in the land, you still haven't found the end of the string, your hopes slowly dying down as time flew by.

you decided to explore more the next day, deciding to go back to inazuma city and have dinner in one of their infamous restaurants.

as you sat down on one of the stools while waiting for kanbei to cook your meals, you let out a disappointed sigh. if you couldn't find your soulmate anywhere, where could he be?

what if kaedehara kazuha doesn't exist at all? what if he died before you could even meet him and find out what's going on with your dreams?

you let out another sigh, rubbing the back of your neck in frustration. you hoped all of this wasn't a waste of your time. you honestly don't know what to do if you won't be able to find him at all, let alone what happens after you meet him.

unnoticed by you, your red string started twitching nonstop. a man suddenly enters the place, sitting down one seat away from where you are.

"rough day, kazuha?" kanbei asked, not bothering to look away from the pot as he continues to focus on cooking your meal.

"not exactly. i found a perfect spot to write haiku." the man, kazuha, replied.

as kazuha and kanbei continued conversing, you couldn't help but find yourself slowly drifting to sleep, now feeling the exhaustion from your exploration around the nation.

before you could completely pass out on the counter, you immediately woke up from the delicious smell of your meal, looking up to see the chef being finished with your meal already. perhaps the reviews weren't lying when they said this restaurant is fast with services.

you quietly thanked the chef when he placed the meal down in front of you, feeling your mouth watering at the sight of the delicious meal before digging up, still not noticing the red string twitching nonstop due to your focus on filling your hunger.

"thank you again, kanbei." kazuha speaks up as he grabs the packaged food from the chef's hands and hands over the payment.

"always happy to serve, kazuha. see ya tomorrow." kanbei said, watching as the man walks away from the restaurant.

out of curiosity, you glance at who you assume is beidou's son, only for your eyes to widen at the sight of the same man that you've been seeing in your dreams–

along with his red string connecting to yours.

without thinking, you immediately jumped down from your stool, staring at kazuha, who already walked out from the diner without a glance of your direction. "i'll be back and continue eating my meal. apologies for my rudeness!" you exclaim before running towards kazuha's direction without letting a single word come out from kanbei, who was confused at your words.

"kazuha!" you yelled, hoping kazuha would hear your voice despite the sounds of cars and people being loud around the both of you.

you tried to call for the man again, only for you to get frustrated when he still hadn't heard a word from you. was he wearing earphones?!

you immediately look down at your string and back at kazuha, hesitating for a moment before shaking the string aggresively. please, please, please look back! please look like you're him–

you sigh in relief when he finally noticed his string shaking, causing him to stop his trakcs and look behind him to see you running towards him like your life depends on it.

his eyes widens at the sight of you running towards him, your face was all too familiar for him to remember. it can't be, you only existed in his dreams!

the both of you suddenly remember certain memories the both of you didn't even knew you had. memories of which the both of you used to be in. memories of the both of you walking around the infamous serpent head as soldiers trained with all their might for the upcoming war, memories of the both of you watching the stars and wish for the resistance to win victoriously, memories of your past life that you and kazuha had forgotten.

that was enough for kazuha to run towards you as well, his arms suddenly spreading wide open for you to clashed into, dropping his food without a care.

the moment you and kazuha finally had gotten closer, you tackled the man into a hug as tears prickled in your eyes, ignoring the questionable stares the both of you received from people passing by.

"i found you." you whispered, closing your eyes shut as you let out a sound of relief. "after so.. so many months, i finally found you."

kazuha hugs you back, pulling you closer to his body as he sighs in relief. now that there's no more wars or something to run away from, the both of you can start anew and live the life the both of you had wanted back then.

"i missed you."