#reincarnated lovers au

[comatosebunny09]

Inspired by @sserpente’s The Sunwalker’s Gift.

Imagine being a shopkeeper, selling heirlooms and antiques in a quaint mom-and-pop shop.

Business is incredibly slow. You find yourself flipping through the worn, deckled pages of a book, your chin cradled in your palm. There is nary a customer in sight. Not since that new, mainstream jewelry store popped up down the street.

You’re about to close up shop early to enjoy what’s left of the day—it’s lovely outside. Too pretty to be tucked between these browning walls. But the jangle of the store’s bell lures your attention to the door.

Finally.

You look up as you prepare to greet the store’s newest occupant. But you forget how to talk—forget how to breathe—rooted to the floor like a basilisk has petrified you.

He’s ethereal amid the sunbeams pouring into your tiny store. All wintry-skinned, thin, and tall, dark lenses perched on his sharp nose. Rounded cheeks, petal-pink lips, and foxlike features.

His hair is what entrances you. Swaying like snowflakes in the breeze, and you wonder if it’s as soft as the snow it resembles. Vaguely, you register it sifting through your fingers, smell it exuding the faintest hints of rosemary and firewood.

The stranger surveys your shop, one hand tucked in his pants pocket, the other holding onto an oversized coat. Even his stance is princely. Nothing captures his attention for too long as he peruses through your wares, feigning interest in your rickety things.

You suddenly feel insecure; small—he strikes a picturesque figure amid the dusty antiques lining your shelves. The store across the way would probably suit someone so devastatingly beautiful better.

Nevertheless, you remember how to speak. Square your shoulders, plastering on your most welcoming grin despite your nerves exploding like solar flares beneath your skin.

After smoothing out the wrinkles of your attire, you offer the customer a warm, rehearsed “Welcome!”

He perks up at the sound of your voice. Lips twitch into a half smile, silver brows lifting slightly. Your heart hiccups at the sight.

The stranger saunters towards the counter, carrying with him the scent of bergamot and brushed sage. It’s a homely scent. Somehow nostalgic as he leans towards you, tilting his shades down to ingest you with eyes the color of smoldering coals.

“Good afternoon, love,” he drawls, his accent thick with regality. The purr of it causes your body to flood with warmth. It’s almost dizzying, the ground shifting beneath your feet.

You swallow, your throat thickening with your voice. “What brings you in today?”

“Actually.” He looks thoughtful, a long finger tapping his chin. Suddenly, he snaps his fingers like all the world’s secrets bare themselves to him. “Maybe you can help me with something.”

You watch with bated breath whilst the stranger retrieves something from his coat pocket. It catches in the sunlight. Glints a pretty ruby red as he places it on the display counter with a resounding clack.

“I’ve been trying to part ways with the damned thing for ages. Yet somehow, it always finds its way back to me.” His gaze is far off for the barest of seconds before he replaces it with a nonchalant shrug, waggling his hand dismissively. “It’s long since served its purpose. An antique, if you will. I wondered how much it would go for if it still holds any value.”

He speaks of it so contemptuously. As if it’s been a burden to carry all this time. But it’s beautiful in its simplicity. Tarnished gold, carved with intricate runes you can’t quite decipher. It houses a gorgeous crimson stone that seems to hum and swirl with energy—with power. Perhaps it’s a trick of the light or your nerves causing you to hallucinate.

You’re delicate as you hold it against the sun’s rays, further studying its design. In your peripheral, you capture the stranger’s eyes, regarding you with something you can’t quite place. Disdain? Curiosity? Fondness? Whatever it is, it unnerves you. Makes your mouth fill with sand as you clutch the ring in your palm, intending to scrutinize it some more in the back. It radiates against your flesh despite it being so frigid.

“I’ll have to take a more thorough look at it,” you conclude, masking your shakiness. You muster another smile. “Would you like some tea in the meantime? It may take a while to appraise it properly.”

“No thank you, darling,” replies the fair-skinned stranger, leaning against your counter in an easy slouch. His smirk is back, boasting what you mistake for a fang, peeking through the plushness of his lips. “Never had a taste for the stuff.”

“Coffee your thing?”

“Gods no.”

“Water?”

He waves you off with a quiet scoff, venturing away to prod and examine the other little trinkets in your shop.

“Take all the time you need, love. I’ve nothing but time to spare. And, by the looks of it, so do you.” He eyes you over his shoulder with mirth gracing his countenance. A flash of affection colors his gaze before he busies himself again.

You huff a laugh at his peculiar mannerisms, disappearing behind the curtain of the back room to fetch your jewelers loupe. All the while, your mind swims with wistfulness.

You can't help but feel like the handsome stranger who’d fatefully wandered into your shop is watching you, burrowing deep into your soul, even through the thick veil of your curtain.

masterlist

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fanfic #astarion bg3 #astarion x you #past lovers #soulmate au #reincarnated lovers #astarion imagine #astarion drabble

[writersloveroe]

reincarnated lovers dialogue prompts

i found out this was a trope like 5 min ago and now i think it’s the cutest thing

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

•”why do i feel like i know you from somewhere?”

•”ever since i met them just a few weeks ago i swear everything reminds me of them! is that weird?”

•”it feels like i’ve known you for eternity,”

•”random question- is your favorite food ___? i had a strange feeling that it was,”

•”do you feel as deeply connected as i do?”

•”my soul sings whenever i see them, but i don’t know why,”

•”i’ve never loved anyone like this my whole life,”

•”i feel like we were meant to cross paths,”

•”every time we touch a feeling of nostalgia runs through my spine,”

•”your hands were made to hold mine,”

•”do you believe in soulmates?”

•”do you think we’re soulmates?”

•”how come i get so nervous around you and you only?”

#reincarnated lovers #reincarnated au #romance #romance writing #romantic #romantic writer #romance prompts #romantic writing #romantic prompts #fanfic #fanfic tropes #fanfiction prompts #fanfiction writer #imagine your otp #otp writing #otp #tag your otp #otp prompts #otp aus #otp au #dialogue prompt #dialogue inspiration #dialogue ideas #dialouge #writing dialogue #character dialogue #dialogue inspo #writing prompt #writing #writeblr

[quest-for-pluto]

Asterism

Human!Neteyam x Fem!Human!Original character.

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Summary: He stared at his hands as they hovered in front of his face, tremors running up and down his fingers. His five fingers, not four. And deep, warm brown skin. Not blue.

When Neteyam dies, instead of ending up in Eywa’s promised paradise, he wakes up on an apocalyptic earth, with a strange human girl as his only hope for survival.

Chapter 1: Falling Into

Neteyam was going to die. He was sure of it.

"No, great mother, no!" His mother wailed above him. "Oh my son!"

The bullet had gone through the top of his spine, a vital point, judging by the devastated look his dad was trying to hide.

He felt the darkness start to close in on the edges of his vision, and warmth—the warmth of his mother's tears as they spilled on his bloody chest.

Neteyam shut his eyes, visualizing the beautiful and tall towering trees, the fresh lakes and the crisp mountain air of his home.

"Neteyam!"

I want to go home, he thought, before everything faded to nothing, only the lingering sounds of grief echoing in his head.

Neteyam, spoke a booming voice in his head. It was all at once soft and soothing and strong and mighty. Reverberating everywhere and whispered tenderly in his ear.

Warm, gentle hands embraced his cheeks, and he felt himself relax into the touch. He could not see who it was, but somehow he knew they were smiling at him.

My sweet boy, the voice spoke lovingly. A flame extinguished too early.

To his disappointment, the hands retreated from his face, leaving him feeling cold and empty.

May your second flame burn brighter, they whispered softly.

And then like a dream, they were gone.

•

He was lying on a rough, pointy surface. Something hard was digging into his shoulder blade.

Neteyam groaned, blearily opening his eyes to a red, gloomy sky. He frowned, sniffing the air for any scents of smoke, but the sheer thickness and pollution of it made him cough violently, rolling onto his side.

Something smooth and cold pressed firmly against the back of his head, a familiar click making his stomach plummet in dread.

"Don't move," a smooth voice instructed firmly.

Neteyam gritted his teeth in frustration, not daring to flinch as a hand patted him down, most likely checking for any weapons.

She wouldn't find anything, he'd lost his crossbow when—

"No, great mother, no!" Neytiri wailed above him. "Not my son!"

"Neteyam!"

Warmth. His blood and his mother's tears.

Neteyam gasped deeply, spasming as the memory came back to him.

The gun pressed more insistently into his skull. "I told you not to move," she growled.

"What...?" He rasped hysterically, breathing starting to near hyperventilation. "What is going on?"

She stayed silent behind him, unnerving him further as he tried to make sense of his death. It was too vivid to be a dream, too real.

Ignoring her threats, he reached up to pat frantically at his chest, dragging his fingers over the place where he remembered the bullet piercing. His breath hitched as the pads of his fingers rubbed against a raised scar.

Snap.

A blinding pain shot through his wrist. "Argh!" He screamed as she pushed a knee into the small of his back, twisting his arm behind him.

"Go on," she said calmly, dragging the butt of her gun down his neck. He shivered from the feeling of cold metal on his warm skin. "Test me again. See what happens."

Only the sounds of his heavy panting echoed in the desolate area as he struggled to tamper down his pain. Fuck, that hurt. She must have broken his wrist. When his breath finally evened out, he opened his eyes steadily.

"Fine," he snapped bitterly. "I won't move. Now let me go."

In one abrupt move, she kicked off of him, sending him face first into the hard rocks. He sputtered as the barrel came to rest at the back of his head again.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded, so close to his ear that he could feel her hot breath flutter against his skin.

"I don't know," he growled, forcing himself still even though he wished for nothing more than to feed her to his ikran. "I don't even know where I am or how I got here."

"Who are you?" She asked, not missing a beat.

His breath caught in his throat. If she found out he was Jake Sully's son, what would she do to him?

"Ra'nim," he ground out through clenched teeth.

To his horror, she cocked back her gun, firing a round not far from his head.

BANG.

"Don't lie to me," she said unflinchingly as he shook in place, ears ringing from the blast. "I can tell."

Damnit! He clenched his fists, trembling in fear and anger. "N-Neteyam," he muttered lowly.

"What do you last remember, Neteyam?" She pressed him.

"I..." he flinched. "Getting shot. And then, waking up here."

There was a terrifying moment of pause, before she smoothly stepped back, the metal barrel leaving his head. "Well, you're not lying," she remarked tersely.

Neteyam didn't respond or move, not daring to make the same mistake again.

She sighed, stepping forward and grabbing him under his arm pit. He flinched as she forcefully pulled him up, steadying him as he stumbled a bit.

"You probably got mugged or something," she said lowly. "Tough luck, but it happens a lot. Just be happy you're alive."

She stepped in front of him, and Neteyam nearly choked on his own spit.

"Use this to bind your wrist and any other injuries you've got," she shoved a roll of bandages to his chest that fell to the floor. She narrowed her eyes at him as he gaped at her. "You hit your head too hard or something?"

He blinked at her in disbelief. "You...you're almost my height."

"What?" She scowled at him. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"You're human," he stressed, his panic levels starting to rise again because what the actual fuck was going on?

Now she was staring at him like he'd just lost his mind. Maybe he had.

"Look at me!" He gestured wildly at himself in desperation. "Can't you tell that I'm not—!"

He cut himself off, staring at his hands as they hovered in front of his face, tremors running up and down his fingers.

His five fingers, not four. And deep, warm brown skin. Not blue.

For a moment he just stared dumbly at them, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. "What...?" He managed to squeak out, slowly raising his eyes in horror to come face to face with a now empty space.

Sometime during his mini mental breakdown,  the girl had managed to slip away, and was now hiking a fair distance from him.

"Wait!" He called, jogging after her and trying not to stumble on his weak human legs. He didn't have his tail either, which had once helped him balance on the thinnest of tree branches. "Wait, please!"

She didn't stop until he was panting right behind her.

"Just...please tell me where I am," he glanced up pleadingly at her turned back. "I don't—I don't know what happened to me, and I don't know where to go, or where my family is. Please."

She dropped her forehead in her palm, sighing deeply. "You're in Carson, Nevada. Or at least what it used to be."

At his blank stare, she squinted at him over her shoulder. "Are you serious? Nevada? How do you not know this? It’s one of the fifty states."

He frowned in confusion, lines furrowing between his brows. He's heard that before. Where has he heard that before?

"Holy shit, you really don't know." She stared at him in shock. "North America? Planet Earth?"

Shit.

Neteyam froze. He remembered now. He knew where he'd heard that from.

"Dad, how come you can speak like the sky people?" Neteyam whispered, stumbling on short legs as he tried to climb up after his dad.

Jake looked down at him with a raised brow. "I'm not the only one who can speak English in the tribe, kiddo." His tail reached down and steadied his son on the branch he was wobbling on.

"Yeah," Neteyam huffed. "I know, but you speak different. Like, you sound more like the sky people than mom does."

Jake sighed, squatting down so that he was eye level with Neteyam. "Well, that’s because I was a sky person once too."

Neteyam gasped. "Really?" He whispered behind his raised palms.

"Yeah," Jake smiled. "I was born on Earth in a place called Detroit, Michigan."

"Was it as big as home?" Neteyam gaped with wide eyes.

"Well, not quite," Jake chuckled. "But you want to know something? The people living there were allied with forty-nine other tribes, all in one big group called the United States. And all of their land combined, was probably a hundred times the size of this forest."

"Woah!" Neteyam gasped. "That's so cool!"

"Careful," Jake scolded, grabbing his arm. "You almost fell off."

"Sorry dad," Neteyam giggled nervously.

Earth.

His head spun.

He was on Earth. Home to the species that had destroyed his home and (repeatedly) tried to kill him.

Neteyam's knees buckled and finally gave out.

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#neteyam x reader #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #neteyam #neteyam avatar 2 #neteyam sully #neteyam x human #human neteyam #neteyam x oc #neteyam avatar #original female character #neteyam x original female character #reincarnated au #earth #apocalypse #strangers to friends to lovers #strangers to lovers #atwow #avatar #avatar the way of water

[fauna-a]

VI The Lovers

¡Reincarnation AU! Who knows me knows I have a soft spot for these two.

Life has its own way to slam doors in your face. You lived for millennia and millennia, dodging death with virtuosity and grace; when your time came, you accepted the Dark Lady’s hand with the same grace, almost looking forward the upcoming rest.[1]

And instead, the universe had found a way to tell me one more time how incomparable and unique was my presence on Earth; and, if that wasn’t enough, had made me human.

Talk about good luck.

It was a very different Earth compared to the one I’d left: no magic, no spirits, no Other Place to my knowledge. In other ways, instead, it was sadly the same, see wars, violence, assorted spite.

In my other life, I had met humans who believed in reincarnation, but no one had ever applied the concept to spirits, maybe because no one thought we had a soul. And instead, look at this: until now, I had met only spirits transmuted (can’t find a better word) in humans.[2] Maybe things  were going like this: in the other world humans went on and beyond, while we had to do all the procedures. Bah.

The gust of wind preceding the metro coming distracted me; the train came, the doors opened, people came out… A girl bumped lightly into me with her shoulder; she had long dark hair gathered in cornrows whose tips were dyed green. That green made something spring in me, a recognition.

Without thinking twice, I turned around and followed her,[3] hoping to not receive some pepper spray (very much justified anyway).

«Excuse me!»

She turned around suddenly, and I recognised her without a doubt. Don’t ask me why or how, but I knew it was her.

«Queezle?»

«Bartimaeus!»

In my other life, I had never been used to hug people; it wasn’t something you did among spirits, that usually don’t have a body. And, well, it’s not I was going around hugging humans.[4]

But Queezle had always been particular, different; and I wasn’t surprised to find her in my arms. She was very thin: I could feel her shoulders’ bones under my hands.

«I was wondering when you’ll show up» she muttered; she had those stupid airpods on her ears, with a cascade of earrings. «You have to tell me everything».

«Nah» I shrugged. «Nothing much to say. Saved the world once or twice, dead, came here. Nothing more».

Her bony arms couldn’t let me go. «Idiot. I’ve missed you».

Hugs, huh. Maybe a thing that humans got right in all the world there was.

[1] Some humans believed there was a place after death, sort of reward (or punishment) because of your conduct during your life. I had never thought about it. But maybe it would be nice getting some rest in company of some old friends… Even if I doubted that spirits humans could end up in the same place, if it even existed.

[2] Yes, I had met Jabor. No, it hadn’t been pleasant. No, I won’t elaborate because we both were in a phase of a life when humans are barely sentient.

[3] I just had to go to work, after all. A human nonsense.

[4] Unless it was a way to stab them in the back.

#just fyi i'm watching the bear so i visualized queezle as ayo edebiri #and she'll be my ideal queezle for a while i think #just a silly idea... i want them to be happy okay? #you could read it as platonic romantic whatever #btw bart will find his humans too don't worry #bartprompts24 #bartimaeus prompt week 24 #bartimaeus trilogy #bartimaeus sequence #bartimaeus #queezle #reincarnation au #my fic #fanfiction #the lovers

[teefscrubz]

NEW MERTHUR AU ALERT !!!

Sure, for a couple hundred years of immortality, Merlin was able to occupy himself with a variety of hobbies, people and experiences, but nowadays (as in, the past few thousand years) he's just been so....well, bored.

Having a good year or two is nothing but a blip when spanned across thousands of years of depression and loneliness, after all.

But recently, Merlin has found a new past time—Something he never before considered, not really finding much interest in such a boisterous activity, and yet here he is, a professional in the field.

Illegal street racing.

Here Merlin was, glorious wind in his hair, earphones blasting music as he swerved a corner, his sleek red car (proudly named 'Excalibur', because who was Merlin if not a creature of habit?) smoothly sailing the roads with ease, leant back comfortably in his seat with the windows down. Sure, the air was cold, but it felt so damn good on his face. It always did.

It reminded him of riding horses back in Camelot. The open road; Merlin missed being able to venture as far as he wanted across wooded land. Not that Arthur ever let him, of course.

Merlin is brought back to the race at hand when he crosses the finish line, twisting the wheel and letting Excalibur skid to a stop. He climbs out, preparing to bow as per usual; he expects to be greeted by the usual roar of applause—Merlin insists he never uses magic to win a race, but the recognition does feel damn good. Even if racing was starting to lose the adrenaline filled fun for him by now.

Except the crowds aren't cheering for him. Instead, he turns to see a car already waiting for him; impossible, Merlin ALWAYS wins, after all. He's had too much practice.

But there is a flash of blonde hair climbing out of the battered old black car, a tattered thing that surely couldn't have won against him and yet somehow escaped even his attention. Merlin's eyes follow as the blonde man rises to his full height, turning with a bright grin and waving to the cheering crowds, only for his smile to fade when his gaze lands on Merlin.

Merlin feels winded, a ludicrous laugh of surprise tearing from his chest.

"Emrys," The blonde man smirks, making his way forwards to offer a hand, "I'm a big fan. Honoured to have beaten you today—The name's Arthur Pendragon. The crowds call me the King."

"You clotpole." Merlin chuckles, ignoring Arthur's hand out of disbelief. "You absolute prat. You're back."

"It appears so. Err—Back from where?"

Gods, he's just as stupidly handsome as he was the day they fought at Camlann. Finally, Arthur has risen. Finally, Merlin smiles.

#RACING AU #I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT #rivals to lovers except theyre in love from day 1 #reincarnated arthur #merlin being merlin #he'd still wear his neckerchief #merthur #merlin #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #arthur pendragon #ao3 #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #au

[youneedsomeprompts]

10 reincarnation AU prompts

requested by: anonymous request: reincarnated couple prompts where they find each other in their new life

Feel free to use and reblog!

#1 - they get reincarnated in totally different classes of society, it takes them ages to even find each other, how in the world should they manage properly get together?

#2 - A realising they already know each other while B is totally oblivious

#3 - they're already in their umpteenth cycle so they have quite the routine and find their way to each other under the hardest circumstances

#4 - they're reincarnated into their past selves to make amends for past mistakes

#5 - they've never really been together in any of their cycles but they are the only constant in each other lives that remain; surely that means something, right?

#6 - they're reincarnated into a strange unknown world with different laws of nature, that task them with surviving and finding their way around; finding the other is a challenge much bigger

#7 - A just wants to have a calm life without stress for once, even though it means not looking for B; B has an entirely different opinion because could never imagine a single lifetime without A

#8 - everyone believes A to be the reincarnation of a god, which confuses B to no end because they've known A well for multiple lifetimes and A has NEVER said anything!

#9 - A always enters B's life just when B is in the greatest distress, but A's presence isn't always helpful

#10 - they have no recollection of their past lives but every so often when they're together they get weirdly specific deja vus

#reincarnation au #reincarnated otp #reincarnated lovers #writing prompts #prompt list #prompts #otp prompts #otp #fanfic prompts #fanfiction writing #writing inspiration #writing ideas #writers on tumblr #writeblr #setting prompts #10 prompts

[peachshadows]

(You have no idea what you have just released, Levi. I LOVE fae AUs.)

SO! I’m a huge huge fan of folktales centering around hapless humans being whisked away by the fae. But Macaque wouldn’t be a human, would he? Is he still a demon? Does demon laws work differently from fae laws? Can Fae magic (name stealing, changeling, illusions, lures, magical seduction, bindings) affect demon kind?

Actually I plan Macaque to be human in the au for convenience sake cuz idk if fae magic would work on demons but I do have a reason for Macaque being human dw!!

#and that reason is cuz he's the reincarnation of the wukong's lover which he murdered #asks #fae au

[trappedincabinetsfic]

Notes:

Okay guys! Ramping up for the end here! The story has expanded into 17 chapters total, and that's final (finally, lol). It's all written out, just needs some revisions and we're good to go. This chapter right here though, this was the hardest to pull together. Probably because it's what connects the rest. But here we go! This is the best it's going to be for now, cos I'm sick of it and want to get on to the good part! Hope you enjoy!

Thanks you for sticking with me folks <3 It's been good to have you here :)

Chapter Snippet:

[And that’s more important than remembering? Than him remembering? Than him remembering you?]

Maybe. Maybe remembering would reveal everything. Maybe it would reveal nothing. He wasn’t sure who was right, Hanxin or himself, but did it ultimately have to be one or the other? Should they try to remember, or should they just move forward? Maybe he would never get back the person he so desperately missed, and maybe that was okay. Maybe there was no getting back to that old life, and maybe that person and place were gone forever. Maybe it was time to accept that. Maybe what he had now was better. They should stick together, shouldn’t they? This was it, wasn’t it? This was the time he needed to NOT run away, right?

#moshang #svsss #shang qinghua #mobei jun #metal band au #reincarnation au #modern au #amnesia #slow burn #strangers to lovers #angst with a happy ending #it's all the systems fault

[indiaalphawhiskey]

Fake title (sorry, H, for stealing): One million futures and in all of them, you

🔮 One Million Futures (and in All of Them, You)

Harry sat at his desk, his left leg bouncing incessantly. Wild eyed, he checked the clock.

02.12 AM.

Fuck, he thought, teeth already gnawing at the skin around his thumbnail. He could feel his eyes itching, begging for sleep, and still, he chanced a desperate glance at his empty coffee cup. 

It was a bad idea, he knew it was. But, the alternative…? 

God, it seemed so much worse.

Again, his mind replayed it. 

The sound of his handmade, glove leather Italian shoes clicking steadily against the pedestrian crossing. The screech of tires. A familiar arm pushing him out of the way as he hit the safety of the sidewalk with a thwack! Louis Tomlinson’s stupid, irritatingly handsome face marred with worry and anger, appearing in his dimming vision as he yelled over his shoulder at the rogue idiot of a driver, “If he dies, I’ll sue you for every cent your sorry hide is worth, arsehole! Mark my fucking words!”

It was surprisingly in character, although Harry wasn’t exactly used to that Northern brogue speaking in defense of him. In fact, not an hour earlier, it had been used to cuss him out extensively, just as it had been every year since they’d met at Eton. (Being the sole heirs to the two most lucrative and competitive record labels in Britain did not fast friends make.)

He sighed at the memory and, reflexes understandably addled by thirty-two consecutive hours of wakefulness, he stupidly, stupidly allowed his eyes to fall closed. The effect was immediate.

Louis, drenched in dirt, blood, and rain, heaving as he protectively held a limp Harry to his chest, war raging around them. ‘I’ll get you out of here, my love. I swear I will.’

Louis, dressed in medieval armor, leaning against the door frame of an opulent bedroom, arms crossed over his chest and smirking at Harry, who was happily laying, naked and wanting, in his bed.

Louis bathed in sunshine, face glowing with happiness, leaning down slowly to press a smiling kiss to Harry’s lips under the shade of an apple tree. 

Harry’s eyes shot open.

“Fu-uck,” he groaned, fingers frustratedly digging into his own curls.

Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis. 

Every single time he closed his eyes since the accident, fucking Louis, in every raunchy, bodice-ripping, historical fantasy Harry could think of, no less. It was ridiculous.

And, apparently, a real thing. Transference (thank you, Google); a trauma response, where a victim suddenly falls in love with— (“Fantasizes over,” Harry corrected determinedly, out loud) —the person who saved their life. Normal. Perfectly normal. And yet, still extremely inconvenient, given Harry’s savior also happened to be his lifetime rival.

But, like, whatever. No big deal, Harry reasoned, easily. He’d see his therapist, pop a few pills and get over the fantasies, no one the wiser.

Except, maybe, for the part where they didn’t really feel like fantasies, per se. They felt like… well… memories.

— Or, what is Harry meant to do when it turns out the person he’s hated all his life is actually the love of all his… other lives? 

Based on an old tumblr prompt (that I now cannot find.)

✨ Send me a title for a fake fic and I’ll write a fake summary!

#iaw ask #iaw anonymous #fake fic titles #fake fic game #let's play! #this is definitely helping #enemies to lovers #reincarnation au #always wanted to write this #iaw drabbles

[blusnowflakes]

brainrot - reincarnation au (1)

"you remember? from the start?"

"yeah"

"why didnt you told me?"

"how could i? when im the one who cause you pains in every life time."

"every life time? love, what did you remem-"

"eveything," she smiles painfully, "six thousand years, all of it."

#prompt #writing prompt #quote prompt #writing #otp prompts #writeblr #writing prompts #dialogue #dialogue prompt #writing dialogue #reincarnated au #reincarnation #lovers #imagine your otp

[deliriiuumm]

instead of working, i wrote a summary for the dreamling post-canon time loop au that only exists in my head

Something strange is happening: every time Morpheus leaves his mini birthday celebration at The New Inn, he dies and comes back like a stupid video game character.

Is it all in his head? Why does Hob Gadling feel like an old friend? Why is his little sister talking to flying goldfish? Why does he keep tumbling down the stairs? And what the fuck is an “Endless”? 

It’s either he’s spiralling into madness or the universe is fucking with him. Either way, he needs a drink. And maybe a hug. Lots of them, actually.

#the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fics #dream of the endless #hob gadling #human au #dream gets reincarnated as a human with no memories of being an endless after tko #hob lived on and eventually met reincarnated!dream #they get stuck in a time loop together #getting out of a time loop with your lover from your past life #while facing your unresolved trauma is ✨ peak romance✨ #the universe said: face your trauma or you'll keep watching your lover die in your arms ad infinitum #love and healing are the only way out of the time loop tbh #dreamling time loop au #time loop au #el's fics

[littencloud9]

sorry i keep changing what kunikida ship i wanna scream about every few hours but. thinking kunibram thoughts tonight…

#aya reincarnated as bram’s daughter. KUNIKIDA REINCARNATED AS BRAM’S WIFE #trust me it makes sense just think abt it #i love soulmate aus where one person is immortal and they just keep running into their lover #hhfjfgjgjf. also do not talk to me abt hair colour. we can have recessive genes

[merriclo]

ngl i kind of want to have a link x link ship in my au just so i can make nothing come of it. they know from the moment they meet that they’re fated to never see each other again and yet they love anyways. they never say or act on it but they both know and maybe that’s enough.

#it’s the warm hugs that last too long and turn bittersweet #the late night talks that are never mentioned again but will linger in their minds til the grave #requited love but they know that they must go home #lovers millenniums apart #idk bro a time travelling tragic romance just gets to me #honestly this is the exact reason i’ve got Ages crushing on Ravio lmao #‘uh they’re all reincarnations—‘ not in this au baby. why do u think it’s called hero’s call. #we’re exploring what it means to be a hero. ur not born one.

[baeshijima]

everyone... 6 days until final cbt of hsr.... head in hands....

#sophie’s idle chatter #SCREAMSKSFD #no bc once this game comes out just know i will write for hsr #coffee shop au with jing yuan.... or even maintaining canonverse but ur his fav barista and hhdhms #reincarnated lovers with blade but ur the only one reincarnating bc haha immortality vibes be strong 🤩 #i have ideas for like... an actual chapter series but im so bad at updates so itll just rot in my docs KHJFDS #i have a reader made already and they make me cry bc of the backstory an dhhdmsgf

[dawnscales]

“one way or the other, I will always find my way back to you”

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #Emet-Selch #au ra #ffxiv au ra #( AMAYA ) screens. #[ ....friends to lovers to enemies is a mood okay ] #[ esp with the reincarnation trope in it all ] #shadowbringers spoilers #endwalker spoilers #death cw

[asparklerwhowrites]

writing the reincarnation trope

#1. map out their past lives (and make it sad)

before the present reincarnation, what were the characters lives like? what did they do? how did they die? do they remember their past lives? usually, a person or group of people are reincarnated for a certain purpose. in the legend of zelda games, Link, Zelda and their enemy, Ganon, are reincarnated over and over in an endless cycle where Link (playing the role of the "hero") and Zelda (playing the role of the "goddess") have to team up to defeat Ganon (playing the role of "all-consuming evil"). In some lives, they succeed, in others, they don't.

#2. does the present reincarnation follow the purpose set out for them?

If the present reincarnation is aware of their so-called purpose, do they obediently follow it, or do they rebel against it? how and why do they do it? what is their purpose? how can the cycle of reincarnation break? ideally, regardless of the protagonists attitude towards being reincarnated, they should have desires and motivations seperate from their "role"

#3. who/what else is reincarnated with them?

having a singular character be reincarnated is boring. having even just two—it can be an amazing way to show their contrasting personalities and how they treat the "reincarnation" and their abilities. what certain qualities do the reincarnated characters possess? do they learn how to use it from their past selves, or is it inherited? having certain habits or preferences be passed down through all reincarnations adds a layer of sweetness to the characters as well!

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