#ts soulmate au

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

High school soulmate AU where you have the name of your soulmate’s best friend on your wrist, and every Side considers Patton to be their best friend

Roman has known Patton since forever and they made a promise in second grade to be best friends forever

Subsequently, Remus had also known Patton for forever, and Patton is Remus’s only friend who doesn’t encourage him to do bad things and then abandon him he gets caught

Logan is the king of debate club, but the only person who doesn’t think he’s a cold asshole is the boy who’s really bad at debate but is always encouraging everyone to “have fun out there”

Virgil is a loner emo, but that guy who sits next to him at lunch every day and gives him homemade cookies has endeared himself to Virgil forever

Janus is the ASB President, and appears to have tons of friends, but he would stab each and every one of them in back if he had to, and he fully expects them to do the same, except for the ASB secretary, who is a literal ray of sunshine and probably doesn’t even know where babies come from

Anyway, chaos (and probably polyamory) ensues as they all try to figure out who their soulmates are

(I don’t know who Patton’s best friend would be, maybe Roman since they promised as children)

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #soulmate au #sanders sides au #lamp/calm #dlampr #roceit #logince #royality #prinxiety #loceit #mociet #dukeceit #anxceit #intrulogical #logicality #analogical #intruality #dukexiety #moxiety #demus #intruceit #drlamp #I’m not even gonna try tagging all the polyam combos

[glacierruler]

Banding With You

Chapter 1

Ships: Eventual dukexiety, (idk if there will be any other ships yet)

AU: A band AU with a Soulmate twist!

Taglist: @hyperfixated-homo @cutebisexualmess @uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous (Please tell me if you'd like to be added/removed from the taglist!)

A big thank you to @simple-seranade for the idea!

CWs: none that I caught(please tell me if I missed anything)

Masterpost / Next Chapter

Words: 307

12/19/23 7:00 am

Hello,

My name is Virgil, and you are my journal. Mom recently got me a new one to write in because I filled up the old one. To be very clear, you will mostly be used for song lyrics and venting. What I have to say isn’t always pretty. You’re also one of my birthday presents. One of three from my family members. I don’t really have any friends, except for Logan, who’s friends with Patton. Don’t get me wrong, Patton’s nice and all, but he doesn’t really like me, finds me scary. Idk how I feel about him. Oh, right, my presents. Mom got me a new binder, and dad got me a keyboard. I’ll have to play around with it. But it’s much more portable than a piano for sure. Oh right. Maybe I should introduce you to myself, journal. I already told you my name, but my gender and pronouns are a secret for you still, I guess. I always introduce myself in each new journal, I don’t know why. Just feels nice to actually introduce myself to something. I am way too socially awkward to introduce myself to someone else. Anyways, my gender is fluid, and my default pronouns are storm/storms. But I’ll try and update my pronouns in you each time they change. That way, I can get better at updating my pronouns to other random people, if I ever get the chance to. Anyways there’s this band competition in my town, but I need two other people in order to qualify. Maybe I’ll ask Logan and Patton. Don’t know what we’d do though. Well, Logan can play the guitar, just need to figure out what Patton can do. Anyways, goodbye for now journal. I’ll talk to you after dinner, well write to in you.

#sanders sides #fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #virgil #logan #patton #genderfluid! virgil #soulmate au #band au #rival band au #eventual dukexiety #ts virgil #sanders sides virgil #glacier writes #glacier's fanfics #glacier's sanders sides fanfic

[bennyyrabbit]

Soulmate AU where nothing changes except Remus and Logan sometimes make out in front of the others to piss them off because Patton, Roman, and Virgil absolutely despise that Remus and Logan are soulmates.

(what they do in private {cute dates and kinda sexual science experiments} is irrelevant)

#intrulogical #logan sanders #remus sanders #ts logan #ts remus #remus intrusive thoughts sanders #logan logic sanders #soulmate au #sanders sides

[wolfprincesszola]

The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 7

as always, reblogs and likes are appreciated! enjoy <3 ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

Trigger Warnings: Drunk Driving Mention

Content Warnings: Swearing

<Masterlist>

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Chapter 07

Roman spent most of his days wandering when Virgil wasn’t around. A lot of the time, he’d wander around the house, finding a new gadget every day and entertaining himself with it until Virgil got home. Unfortunately, the amount of new things soon ran out after a few months.

“Hey.” Roman laid against the couch, looking at the boy upside down. “I’m bored.”

“Ah, now that you’ve figured out how to interact with the world, you don’t want to stop interacting with things, right?” Virgil teased, as he looked around, “Alright, well, I heard from Logan that there were a few things interesting around town to look at. I hadn’t gotten the time, but I guess the time should be now. I haven’t taken you outside to help with your unfinished business or anything.”

Roman perked up, sitting up normally, “Really? You’ll do that.”

“Sure.” Virgil snorted, “I feel like a dog walker or something, taking you on a walk.”

“Oh please, I haven’t left the house in months.”

“I know.” Virgil smiled, “Come on, just try not to make me look insane for talking to the air.”

“Oh by the way…Logan is…?”

“Ah, one of my friends from school. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned him. I’ve only talked about Janus, Remus, and Patton.”

“He sounds familiar, I just can’t put my tongue on it.”

“Maybe he knows you. I mean…for a while, I tried to see if you and him are related, but I couldn't come up with anything.”

“Oh, why?”

“His last name is also Sanders.”

Roman gave a small smile, “Is he like me?”

“Not at all.” Virgil snorted, “But apparently he has a brother…that he doesn’t like to talk about. It would make sense if it was you and you died. Maybe once upon a time, he was like you and then you died so he changed.”

“Maybe.” Roman shrugged as they walked out of the house, the both of them going into Virgil’s car.

“Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know. What places did your friend recommend?”

“Well…okay now that you’re saying friend, I see how wrong I was. I’d like to think we’re friends, but I don’t think anyone’s Logan’s friend in his mind.” Virgil sighed, “He recommended I check out the bookstore, the nearby park, and the museum.”

“Let’s go to the park, museum, and then bookstore.”

“Sounds good.” Virgil smiled before he realized, “This isn’t going to give you nightmares or anything…right?”

“No, it shouldn’t.” Roman snorted, “I’ll teleport out if I need to.”

“Lucky.” Virgil grumbled as he drove, routing directions to the bookstore Logan had mentioned they should visit.

Upon reaching the parking lot, Roman phased out of the door and seatbelt that he had insisted on putting on. The two walked in, Roman before Virgil.

“Welcome, welcome, to the place where I make my income! How can I help you today?” The bookstore clerk grinned, sliding over to Virgil. “I’m just kidding, don’t tell my boss I said that instead of the actual greeting. How can I help you, Virge?”

Roman watched as Virgil smiled, and through context clues, he could gather that the person that worked was Patton. He awkwardly watched them interact before deciding he didn’t need to be there for the conversation, floating around to the different books. He noticed there was both a top level and a bottom level. It was clear the bottom level was connected to a nearby cafe, with the top level being for most of the books, as well as albums. Overall, it seemed pretty nice, but then something caught his eye.

There was a small room to the side that Roman squeezed through to see hundreds of book nooks created by someone. All of them signed with the same name on the side. Logic.

He smiled as he looked through all of them. They were all so pretty.

He heard the door open, and for some reason, he could sense it was Virgil. Smiling at the different books, he came across one in particular. There were wired lights across it, and a tattoo parlor seemed to be built above it. The lights were framed in a way that over the top, it made a semicolon.

“I remember when I made this one.” Roman gave a small smile, the feeling of nostalgia hitting him, “My brother was always a writer and he wanted to write one about a tattoo parlor, and didn’t know where to start, so I offered to help him create a book nook. He did most of them, but I mean…he just couldn’t figure out how to do the lights, so I helped him with it. He cried for the next day after, saying how grateful he was to have a big brother like me. God, I laughed at his stupidity, but I don’t know. I think my brother was just very fond of me.”

He then looked at the name on the side, where it said two names instead. Logic and Creativity.

“You have a brother.” Virgil mentioned and Roman blinked.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Do you remember his name?”

“No.”

“Then, we need to figure out who Logic is.” Virgil remarked, “Because I think you’re Creativity.”

Roman stared at the hundreds of book nooks, “I can faintly remember all the book nooks up to that one up there. The Percy Jackson one. He made hundreds after my death…it’s only been a few months.”

“Well, it doesn’t really look like a few months.” Virgil laughed. “But you’re right. That further disproves my theory about Logan being your brother. His brother’s older than him because Logan's brother graduated the year before Logan became a freshman.”

“Huh.” Roman nodded, “Do you think my brother’s even in this area?”

“If your family is your unfinished business, then probably. You never appear in the world too far from your unfinished business. The world isn’t working against you, but actually for you.” Virgil murmured, “Let’s go ask my friend.”

“Patton?”

“Yeah. How’d you know? I never introduced you to him.”

“Context clues.” Roman grinned, “Also it’s on his nametag.”

“Ah.” Virgil nodded as the two walked out towards Patton. “Yo, Patton!”

Patton looked up, clearly not working, as Virgil was the only customer in the bookstore and cafe. “What’s up?”

“What’s the room for book nooks?”

“Ah, we have this frequent visitor who comes in. We don’t know when or who they are, but they keep dropping us off book nooks, for the past 3 years. Their pen name is Logic.”

“Well, we need to.” Virgil replied, “Is there any way we can figure it out?”

“If I knew, I would’ve told you. I want to meet this person and find out why they continue to make them, and what the significance behind some of them are. They’re all beautiful, but only one has wired lights. Only some of them have another person’s name on it. I want to know who they are and find out what their life is.”

“Yeah, well I’ve figured out half the puzzle. If I tell you, will you help me figure out the other half?”

Roman stopped Virgil, “Do you think this is a good idea? I don’t know if I can trust him.”

Patton shrugged, “Of course.”

Virgil gave a look to Roman to tell him that he trusted Patton, and Roman trusted Virgil. He decided that he would trust whoever Virgil did because he learned to care about the boy. He learned about Virgil's trust, and he knew that it wasn’t easy to gain it.

“Alright, what is the half of the puzzle?”

“The person, Creativity? That’s Roman Sanders, who died a few months ago. Logic was his brother, but I don’t know who his brother is.”

It seemed to click for Patton a lot faster than it should have. “You’re a medium, aren’t you?”

“What?” Virgil seemed caught off guard.

“You’re a medium. I knew you had powers, and I’m not as dumb as I seem. It just clicked for me. The reason you know that is because he’s a ghost and he’s looking for your help to find his unfinished business.” Patton seemed to be so happy at that fact. “Is he here right now?”

“Wh-what?” Virgil blinked, “Sorry, how do you know all this?”

“Being around Logan meant that I learned how to pick up on his vagueness a lot.” Patton shrugged, “Hi, Roman!”

Roman raised an eyebrow, waving back to Patton.

Virgil sighed, “He said hi back.”

“I knew it! I’ll help you.” Patton grinned. “I know a dude who has access to all the files. If I can find a Roman Sanders in this city, I can find his brother.”

“Thank you, Patton.” Virgil gave a small smile.

“Yep, no problem.” Patton grinned, “Where are you headed to next since it’s clear you’re not taking home a book?”

“A park and then the art gallery. I’m taking my ghost on a walk.”

“Very offended by that statement.” Roman scoffed, crossing his arms.

However, Roman still followed Virgil around.

-+=~=+-

Roman was in the car with Virgil when he asked something that may have come off as weird, “Can I call you Vir?”

“Sorry?”

“Vir. Like Vir-gil.”

“Yeah, I got that. I just haven’t heard anyone call me that. It's always been Virge.”

“Can I?”

“Sure.” Virgil nodded, “You can call me Vir. Why?”

“I don’t know. I just felt the need to have a nickname with you. I think a part of me likes having you as my medium friend.”

Virgil smiled, “I like having you as my ghost friend, although you can get annoying in the house sometimes. You keep me company…and you’re pretty good at math.”

Roman gave a small smile. They stopped at the park soon after, and Roman walked out, Virgil soon after with his phone in his ear.

“Who are you calling?”

“No one. I just don’t want to seem like I’m insane talking to the air, since there are people here.” Virgil rolled his eyes as they walked over to the park. The actual park itself was beautiful. There were trees with flowers blooming from it, almost mimicking cherry blossom trees. There was a playground for the kids, but there was more space for picnics. The focal point of the park was probably the statue in the middle of the park.

“Holy shit.” Roman whispered as he walked up to the statue. It was a boy sitting at the edge of the pedestal with a paintbrush and a smile.

“Isn’t that you?” Virgil asked, following soon after. “He has the same facial features and everything.”

“Yeah.” Roman whispered, “I think that is me.”

Virgil ran his fingers over the engraved text at the bottom, reading it out loud, “Roman Sanders was driving when a drunk driver drove and took his life. He was an aspiring artist, and could’ve lived to great things had he not died. Remember to drive safely so that lives like his aren’t taken again.”

“Is there anything else?” Roman asked as he decided to try and scale the statue to find anything.

“No.” Virgil murmured, staring at the statue’s face, “Your smile looks fake.”

“Does it?” Roman asked, turning.

“You looked tired in this pose. You look less tired now as a ghost.”

Roman sat next to the statue in the same pose and smiled. Roman’s shoulders didn’t sag and the edges of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. Roman titled his head when he gave a smile, and it was much wider than the statue. Roman knew it himself.

“I don’t think you were very happy in your everyday life.” Virgil murmured.

Something ached in his heart as he looked at the statue. For some reason, the statue seemed to capture a life that he lived. A life that he hated.

However, Roman could only remember the life he loved. He remembered the good memories with his friends. Although he couldn’t remember specifics about his family, he could see small memories littered throughout with his parents and his brother. More of his brother.

“I think I want to move on.” Roman murmured, “Let’s go to the gallery.”

“Do you remember wanting to be an artist?”

“No…I didn’t even think that was what I wanted to do. I thought I wanted to be a scientist.”

“Then, I think you’re fooling yourself because you’re a pretty damn good artist if you could do the book nooks.”

Roman couldn’t help the smile that grew, “Thanks.”

Virgil nodded, smiling back as the sunlight hit the back of his head. He looked so pretty and Roman never really noticed it until now.

-+=~=+-

The art gallery was the last stop, but the busiest. It seemed to be the focal point of the city, with a lot of people around.

Roman cut the line even to wait for Virgil on the side with all the art.

However, since it was busier, and he was in a quiet art gallery, Virgil couldn’t risk talking to Roman, so while Roman could tell Virgil anything as loud as he wanted, Virgil had to whisper his response back.

Roman seemed almost at home with the art, and he didn’t know why, but there was a familiarity in all these artists. Then, they got to one that he knew by heart. “The one coming up is Will Oleg. At the age of 5, he was creating masterpieces of art. Even to the time of his death, he was creating with anything he could get his eyes on. His most famous is Wooden Spoon where he stabs a wooden spoon into his canvas to paint around it. My favorite is the one he made out of the sauce his daughter spilled on the canvas because even though he dried it, the painting he made out of it was really nice.”

He turned to Virgil who was smiling at him, and he felt his heart skip a beat for a second as he smiled, “What?”

“Oh…nothing. It’s just that I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this passionate.” Virgil whispered, trying to hide the smile.

“I don’t remember a lot about my life before I died…but I think he was my favorite artist.” Roman stared at the works that littered Will Oleg’s section, “I remember feelings though. The feeling I had most about being in this room was the fact that one day, I’d like to have my work right next to his.”

“Maybe that’s your unfinished business.” Virgil whispered.

“Ah…if it was, the universe wouldn’t have filled that room over there. You said it yourself; the universe leaves opportunities open for ghosts until they can finish that business.” Roman gave a small smile, “I think it was just a dream that didn’t come true.”

“Well, let’s see if the person next to Will Oleg is worth being put next to him, instead of your work.”

“You don’t even know how good of an artist I was. I don’t even know how good.” Roman laughed, remembering the paintbrush in his hand at the park statue.

“But I know you, and I want to believe that anything you create is better than anyone else.”

Roman flushed, and couldn’t help but feel his heart stutter for a second. Why was he feeling like this?

With that, the two walked into the next exhibit, and immediately memories flooded Roman’s mind. Flashes of his parents yelling at him, flashes of his brother watching him paint, and flashes of his quiet space all came back to him. He remembered the story behind every painting, remembered what he did with the glow-in-the-dark paints, and remembered how he would pretend like his brother messing up his blank tapestry wasn’t something he planned his brother to do. He turned around to the jellyfish painting in the very back, remembering that he had modeled it after his brother to let his know that he truly cared so much about him.

All of his paintings were filled with love for his family, especially his brother, and it made his heart swell.

“Woah.” The word escaped Virgil’s mouth as he looked at the exhibit in awe, “I’m sorry, Roman, but there is no way you could top this. It’s a beautiful exhibit.”

Roman didn’t answer, staring at the last painting he had ever made before he died. He had a dream about a boy with brown hair, brown eyes, and the most beautiful smile. For some reason, he knew he was his soulmate, and so when he woke up, he took out a canvas to portray everything about him. He was never a portrait painter, so instead, he stuck to what he knew. He drew out scenery, and stuck some jellyfish in it, but the most prominent of everything was the spots of brown and purple.

Then, he turned to see Virgil staring at the painting too. Then, he saw the brown hair, brown eyes, and the purple outfit that he was wearing. And then it clicked on why the universe had given him that dream.

Although he never got to meet his soulmate in his life, it was after his death that he would learn to care for someone. He cared about Virgil, his first friend who promised to help him move on.

He smiled, “Do you like it?”

“Hm?”

“I mean the paintings.”

“Yeah. They’re beautiful.” Virgil breathed, “Especially this one.”

“Thank you.” Roman uttered.

“Why’d you say thank you?”

“Uh…no reason.” Roman gave a small smile, as he decided to keep the artist a little secret. He decided not to tell Virgil to look down and see his name painted on the ground, in big letters. “Let’s go to the next room.”

Virgil nodded, “The artist is different in the next room?”

“Yeah.” Roman lied, knowing that in two-room exhibits of the museum, it happened when the artist was multi-talented. At this moment, he wanted to keep his paintings a secret from Virgil. At this moment, he wanted Virgil to know him as an unknown artist.

As soon as they walked in, the projector in the middle of the room buffered, showing a new video, and Roman heard his own voice.

“The day I fell in love with you, you wore a red jacket. I saw you in it and my heart made a racket. On you it looked really nice; it fit you well, and was worth the price, not too baggy and not too thin, kept you warm enough within.”

It was a poem visualizer, and he watched as in the background of the poem, two people wearing red jackets moved around.

“I thought you did art.” Virgil whispered as he sat down, watching the story play out.

“I think I did both.” Roman sat down next to him, staring at the people.

The two sat in silence, watching his videos as they all came through. Then, he saw a little boy that was not much older than 10 years. He watched as the boy grew up, showing thousands of videos of his smiling with him as years went on, and he felt a tug at his heart.

“Hey, Vir?”

“Hm?”

“How do ghosts know what their unfinished business is?”

“They just do. I heard it described as a tug at the heart, and the feeling of wanting to do something relating to the specific thing, whether it’s a person or an event.” Virgil murmured as he smiled, watching the two interact.

“Yeah, well, I think that boy is the answer to my unfinished business.”

Virgil turned his head, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I don’t know who he is…but I think he’s the first step to figuring out what I’m missing.”

Virgil took out his phone, snapping a picture before pocketing it, “We’ll look more into it when we get home.”

Roman nodded as he stared at the boy, his heart aching. As he stared at the little boy, he felt the need to protect, and then…he remembered swearing that he would always protect the boy and make sure he would never be without a shoulder to cry on. If the boy was truly Roman's unfinished business, he must’ve been so alone for a long time without Roman's shoulder to cry on.

-+=~=+-

“How was today? Did you enjoy your walk?” Virgil asked as soon as they were back in the car.

“Oh, Jerky McJerk Face.” Roman rolled his eyes, “I’m not a dog.”

“To me, you kinda are. You are needy for attention, get excited when you see me, need regular outside time, and-”

“Don’t finish the sentence, I get it.” Roman sighed.

“I’m glad you had fun. Besides, we got a little more to work with for your unfinished business.” Virgil gave a small smile.

The two stayed in silence the entire drive home. They didn’t mention anything about it, even when they got back home, until it was almost time for Virgil to head to bed. Roman usually slept on the floor next to his bed, but today, the vibes were different. He wanted to see what else was out in the city, so he let Virgil know. Before he went to sleep though, he stopped him.

“Hey, Vir, I, uh…want to thank you for helping me with this. You really didn’t have to.” He shifted nervously. He was never good with talking about his feelings.

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, had I not agreed to help you, I would’ve missed out on being friends with you. I think you’re a really cool person, now and even before you died. I mean, you had your work featured in an art gallery, you had book nooks donated in the bookstore, and most of all, you have a statue after you.”

Roman smiled, and thousands of words about how he was glad he was his soulmate–even if it was platonic–died at his throat. All he said instead was “Good night, Vir. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Ro. Try not to die again.”

The two headed off in their separate directions.

-+=~=+-

An odd thing Roman noticed was that even during the night, there were no ghosts wandering around the area. When Roman first appeared in the world as a ghost, there were no ghosts. He figured out what happened pretty soon after realizing no one could see him or would talk to him. During his first few weeks of being a ghost, he found his way around the city and visited the library, trying to see if he could see any books about ghosts. When he did, he waited at the library for someone to take out a book. That was how he found out about his death and whatnot.

Roman had woken up with no recollection about any of his past life except for his name and age. While reading the books along with the other humans (some of them were painstakingly slow readers), he found out that he must’ve been dead for a few months before he reappeared in the world between the spirits and the other world. He found out about his death from the recollection of seeing cars.

However, in books, it had said that there were supposed to be ghosts wandering around everywhere people went. Mediums had talked about ghosts being everywhere too. Even when he learned how to use the internet as a ghost, he found no articles that ever talked about a barren area with no ghosts.

Walking through the city was quiet and nice. He didn’t find anything else useful, but he decided he would talk to Virgil about it when he woke up. Virgil was the only thing Roman had that he knew would always be true. Virgil was real, and Virgil would always be truthful to him. That was all Roman could ask for in a friend, and that was all Roman could rely on at the moment of all of his unknowns about his life and about the city he was in. ——————– little prinxiety dates are always fun to write <3

If you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging! Reblogging helps me a lot and are very appreciated. Check out my masterlist for more, feel free to request any writings, and stick around if you want to see the rest of what I have in store for this! :)

#yes roman and virgil are soulmates so sue me #cw swearing #tw mention of drunk driving #sanders sides #ts virgil #virgil sanders #medium virgil #ghost roman #roman sanders #ts roman #ts patton #patton sanders #roman is an artist and a filmmaker and an actor #high school au #magic au #little prinxiety date #the fate of the marked six #chapter 7

[khadij-al-kubra]

FANFIC CHAPTER UPDATE!!

Sooo idk if ANY of y’all are still here after the friggin’ long time between posts, but I FINALLY have the next (as well as second to last) chapter update posted on AO3 for “Worst Impressions Are the First.” Thank you SO much for your infinite patience, and I hope you enjoy 😊

(also IM SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!)

#KDsWriting #First Impressions AU #sanders sides #sanders side fic #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fandom #romantic lamp #LAMP #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #ts shorts #september #talyn #soulmates au #polysanders #soulmark au #soulmarks #soulmate tattoo #tw violence #mild violence #it’s a fistfight #some bleeding #tw blood #this is also the LONGEST chapter I’ve written yet #but it was necessary i promise #you’re in for a RIDE

[lovelivingmydreams]

Another random prompt

This one got real interesting! Not giving you the prompt to keep the suprise

Blinded fate

Soulbonds exist. It's a thread that connects you. It appears at a different time for everyone. And for Roman, the other side is about to get a lot closer.

#sanders sides #ts sides #soulmate au #prinxiety #some creativity twins #some platonic dukexiety #some angst #remus angst #also roman is adorable #yes i am proud of the title don't come at me!

[ladadiida]

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

heavily injured from a battle in the xianzhou luofu, you thought it would be the first and last time you see your stellarmate—but then you wake up in his arms, with him treating your wounds despite showing signs of disinterest in your bond when you first met.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 soulmate au, angst, unrequited love, mentions of blood and injury descriptions, possessiveness, blade's pov, him just taking care of you with a sprinkle of angst

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 stellarmate = soulmate (inspired from stellar jade so original i know) this is actually from the blade fic that i plan on writing but this can be read as a standalone! also, if you get the ts reference in this we are automatically besties. may blade wanters be blade havers

𝐰𝐜 1.8k

soaking the dirty piece of cloth in the cold water, blade let the icy liquid gather in the fabric before lifting it out and wringing it dry until it became nothing but an improvised damp towel.

it wasn't even guaranteed that it was clean enough to be put on your forehead, since the cloth was only ripped off from your dirtied skirt. however, he had no choice but to use it in the end. your body went into a shock after losing too much blood in a battle between you and some mara-struck soldiers, resulting into a high fever.

with the moon positioned at its highest point in the night sky, blade guessed that it was already midnight, meaning that he hadn't caught a wink of sleep ever since he fled the xianzhou with your unconscious body in his arms and warped to a planet he first thought of. this was nothing new. he could stay up all night and his body wouldn't feel anything at all.

blade approached your resting figure in the small cave you were both currently residing in. observing your face for a moment, which was formed in a deep frown, he brushed away the stray hairs out of your face as carefully as he could, then placed the damp cloth on your forehead.

your fever wasn't going down throughout the evening, with your body covered in sweat and hastily wrapped bandages. your shoulders were bare since your most grave injury was a stab wound near your heart, caused by a sharp blade of a mara-struck soldier, and so he was forced to rip open the top part of your shirt to stop the bleeding.

beside your now wrapped wound was none other than your mark. your stellar mark. blade can only stare at it. even when he was placing a bandage over your wound, he didn't dare touch the area where the mark rested on your skin. until now, he was still in disbelief over the fact that the aeons gave him a counterpart, his other half. after all the torment and pain, he, of all people, was blessed with a stellarmate.

he went over to the bonfire in the middle of the cave, where he was boiling medicinal herbs with water using a bowl he made out of stone. years worth of travelling between planets made him gain knowledge of which food to eat or which plant is safe to intake. emerald-iii wasn't a foreign land to blade; he had visited the planet before twice, accompanied by kafka.

speaking of his companion, blade thought back to the xianzhou while waiting for you to wake up and for the medicine to finish cooking. she must be looking for him right now, maybe even asked silver wolf to track him down. your astral express friends might be searching for you too.

he closed his eyes. the image of you lying in your own pool of blood appeared in his mind. blood was also dripping down the side of your mouth, and your eyes were already starting to close when he found you. the pain and rage and fear he felt all over his body was nothing compared to his never-ending death. and he felt his mark burning too, wanting to seek revenge to the people who hurt what was his, wanting to kill them clean with his broken—

"b—lade?" your broken voice came out in a pained wheeze. you coughed shortly after, throat dry and parched. blade turned around and looked at you. your eyes were barely open, but he can see your confusion and distress. "you're...h-here?"

"fool. don't try to talk. you are currently in a weak state." he scolded, glowering at you with his crimson eyes narrowed in slits.

you shook your head repeatedly, slowly lifting your shivering arms and wrapping them around yourself. "i-it hurts, blade..." you complained as tears lined up your eyes, fingers brushing against your wounded shoulder, "...and it's c-cold."

blade gave you a blank stare. he didn't know what to say to you. it was the first time you talked to each other properly, and the first time you were alone together. but it seemed like you were in a state of delirium, seeing that you weren't scared of expressing yourself.

you whined while sniffing, "so cold...why is it so cold?"

he sighed in defeat and shrugged off his tailcoat, leaving him in only bandages wrapped around his torso. he scooted over to you and covered your body with his coat. "we are in emerald-iii, therefore, the weather is constantly changing. endure it while i finish the medicine."

"medicine?" you asked curiously, pulling his coat up to your face.

blade clicked his tongue in annoyance. "one more question and i will abandon you here."

you were silent for the next minutes as you patiently waited beside him. he removed the stone bowl from the fire, and saw that the water has turned a greyish green due to the medicinal herbs. to further melt down the remaining floating leaves, he gave the liquid a quick stir by moving it in a back and forth motion.

bringing it up to your lips, he commanded, "drink."

moving your head forward, you sipped from the bowl, but you immediately coughed it out. after recovering from the series of coughs, you let out, "it's bitter—!"

"you dare complain when i boiled these herbs for hours just so they become pure enough to consume." blade snapped impatiently, "do you wish to be well or not?"

you nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him any further. "okay. i'll drink it."

it took you a few more tries before you get to take all the medicine down your throat, your face scrunched in disgust by the time you finished drinking it.

without warning, blade scooped you up and placed your head against his shoulder. he started taking off your bloodied bandages, and once it was all removed, he examined the wound. he already cleaned and stitched it up hours ago, but it was still bleeding. it can't be helped. the supplies were sparse and the cut was too deep, and with your fever adding up, he was not sure if you'll survive the night.

sweat began lining up his forehead. gritting his teeth, he took a fresh batch of bandages and started to wrap them on you again.

why? why was he doing this? why was he trying to keep you alive? each time the bandage circled around your arm, blade's movements became more frustrated and quick and rough. he didn't even notice you gazing at him with a dazed expression until you chuckled softly.

blade scowled. "speak if you wish to say something."

"are you real?" you murmured weakly, your hushed voice cracking in between words, lacking the usual gentle tone yet it was still tinted with naivety and awe that it made him freeze. all the frustration and anger was washed away and was instead replaced with confusion to your question.

your eyelids kept drooping down, not allowing him to see the beautiful shade of your warm eyes that reminded him of the brightest stars of the xianzhou sky. it was fine; as long as he gets to hold you like this, your head against his shoulder, your bare skin against his with the moonlight shining over you, then everything was fine.

feeling his heart skid to a stop for a thousandth time that night, blade can't help but to slowly reach out, and although his bandaged hand hesitated to land on your skin, afraid it might tint your innocence with his sins, he allowed himself to caress your cheek. it did not surprise him at all when your face fit perfectly in the palm of his wounded hand, your warmth proceeding to seep through his thin and bloodied bandages. a stray tear suddenly fell down your smooth skin, and this time, he didn't hesitate to wipe it off with his thumb.

"what do you mean?" he whispered, leaning in closer to you. you didn't answer for a minute, your breathing growing heavy.

then you laughed. "i don't know," you said, "i feel like i just made you up."

more tears escaped from your eyes as you continued, "you wouldn't...boil some strange herbs for me, or wrap me up in your coat. or treat my wounds, or even talk to me. you wouldn't want to be near me. you wouldn't do that."

"i have no time for your nonsense." blade replied with the intention of sounding harsh, but it came out weak instead. you smiled at him tearily, placing your hand on top of his.

"we are going to be unbound soon." you assured him, and blade swore his stellarmark was stung the second you said those words, "and as soon as i get well, i will immediately seek the aeons and get our marks removed. then you wouldn't have to see me ever again."

he swallowed, speechless for the first time. unbeknownst to him, he was slowly pulling you closer to his chest, his fingers digging into your skin in an attempt to keep you all to himself. his breathing grew uneven as he thought of you walking away from him, forgetting him, not thinking of him, and you belonging to someone else that wasn't him. his heartbeat grew irregular at the thought of not seeing you again.

blade had the sudden urge to cover up his mark and protect it from the world. it was his. it was his and his alone, and no one was going to take it away from him. not even the aeons.

"but do you want to know a secret?" you continued quietly, your smile growing wide, "if the aeons would give me a chance to pick a stellarmate again, i would choose you."

yes. he was going to keep this mark. and he was going to keep you. ever single person who will lay their hand on your skin will meet the sharpness of his sword, and every single one who will stand in between your bond shall face his wrath.

"i would you choose you, again, and again, and again, until you want me back. until you love me back."

the second you wake up from your delirious state, he'll tell you of his new plans, and he imagined you in disbelief, surprised and hesitant and hopeless but you'll nod and you'll take his hand, and you'll run, run, run, and leave it all behind.

"oh, look at the moon," you exclaimed, pointing a finger to the crescent shaped light, and he ignored the way your breaths were growing shallow each time you talk, "look at the moon, blade. it's so pretty. the moon is so pretty."

blade pulled you closer to his chest and rested his chin on top of your head as a sinister grin started to grow on his lips, along with an unfamiliar flame beginning to ignite in his amber crimson eyes. you were his. you were his.

and not even elio can change that.

#blade x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #blade hsr #blade honkai star rail #honkai star rail blade #hsr blade #hsr x y/n #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail blade x reader #honkai star rail imagines #hsr blade x reader #hsr blade x you #angst #honkai star rail angst #ਏਓ ladadiida

[saradika]

— invisible string

din djarin x vaguely force sensitive!reader

rated e - 1.7k

tags: divergent timeline, soulmate!au, takes place across season 1 & 2, missed connections, the Razor Crest lives, PiV, marking, creampie, magical elements

a/n: for the TS Challenge by @beskarandblasters! This was so fun, thanks so much for hosting this event! 💖 I was so excited to get this song & character

There's something about him, this man.

Deep down, it feels as if a string is tied around something vital inside you. A piece of you that you cannot live without, twined with its match inside him. Like the path you've taken has always led to this moment, this meeting.

You feel as if you are always out of step.

Too early. And then somehow - just a little bit too late.

As if you've missed something crucial. A prickle on the back of your neck. Eyes scanning the crowds of people as you weave through cities - looking for someone.

As to whom, though - you're never quite sure.

You think it's always been there. A similar sort of feeling that flickers when you're in danger. That was something you had cultivated. Manipulated into a force you can wield. A push and pull, an aid - when you need it. Something you draw from often, during your days as a smuggler.

But you're not sure what to do with this.

The feeling is pushed down on Nevarro.

Contacted for a job, one that had been easy enough. Your goods exchanged in a dingy cantina - a shipment of stolen fuel cells furtively traded to an irritated man that went by Karga. Your eyebrows raised at the charred hole in the man's fine clothes - a half-hearted wonder at how the man was still standing.

The Imperial credits he offers you do not get you far. He's unable to offer you a puck - his trade was in bounty hunting, not smuggling. You're not sure if you'd take one, and the cells are enough to keep his crew afloat for a while. A dead-end for now, but you think - not always.

After, your ship drifts along an unseen track.

To Tatooine this time. A big job for the Hutts that takes you two weeks. Days in the sun spent waiting for the payments to transfer to your account, and so in the meantime - you tinker.

Trading your way up. A broken blaster fixed, exchanged for ship parts. The parts installed, the labor paid for with two, beat-up old speeders.

Only to sell them both to a cocky hot-shot bounty hunter for double their value - his over-blown self-confidence eclipsing the fact that you were absolutely swindling him.

It’s not your problem.

Though here, you can't help but feel the urge to linger. An itch beneath your skin, as if you've missed something, again.

You ignore it. Trading up one more time - swapping Mos Eisley for the sea. The choppy waters of Trask washing away the grit and sand that clings to your skin.

There's always work to be found here - deals to make with the Quarren and Mon Calamari. Those days spent at the inn, with lunches of warm homemade chowder and wrapped in chunky-knit sweaters.

Eyes snagging on a couple that often sits together at lunch. Their features frog-like, affection clear in their soft chatter, the slow blink of their large, black eyes. You imagine it to be a stolen moment - meeting up in the afternoon, too eager to wait until evening to see each other.

It’s nice.

It follows you, back to your room.

You think about them later - the obvious connection. A bone-deep urge to find another that matches a part of you. Something you've never had.

Somehow you know it’s out there.

But it's not time.

The next day, your ship takes off again.

There's a feeling deep down that for once, you're right where you need to be.

Your path is not guided by a job. Something spinning inside your chest like the point of a compass, your fingers keying coordinates with a mind of their own.

It's not a sea. Not a desert. Not a growing town, slowly rebuilding.

You're taken to a forest. The trees are unlike those you've seen - stretching tall and thin towards the sky. Their leaves sparse, but still filling the space with the sheer number.

There's a village - but you're drawn away from the tall walls. There's nothing inside that you seek. Drawn back to the trees you had seen from above. There's no tracks for you to follow, it's only your own boots pressed into the earth.

But you still go out, day after day.

It's on the third day, as you sit by the edge of a clear, shallow pool, that you hear the crack of branches under boots.

It should frighten you… but it doesn't.

It feels like an inevitability.

Your head turns, and there's a man there. His limbs encased in armor of shining beskar. A Mandalorian, you realize, when your eyes meet the dark visor that bisects his helmet.

"It's you." The words are a flat buzz, through his helmet. Unsurprised, somehow. Just as you are.

And it's him.

There's something about him, this man.

Deep down, it feels as if a string is tied around something vital inside you. A piece of you that you cannot live without, twined with its match inside him. Like the path you've taken has always led to this moment, this meeting.

You're not sure what that something is...

But think you are finally ready to find out.

His touch is familiar, though you've never known it. Much like everything else, it feels almost destined.

You know he feels it too. A slow circling dance, the weight of his eyes following you from behind the visor. That string inside no longer feels like a leash, but instead - a lifeline.

Finally being able to acknowledge that he has been what you've been orbiting around this whole time. Easing that ever-present ache of loneliness that had always followed you.

For some time, he had thought you would be the one to train Grogu. That perhaps this had been the reason why the fates had pushed you together.

You had tried, and failed. That part of you still too raw, too unfashioned. It lived inside you, but it was something you had been unable to teach another. How could you, when you did not even know the word for what it was?

And as time passed, you realized deep down that you were truly meant to be here now. Not for the before.

An aid at first, of course. You had gone with him to Tython. Traded in your ship, and traveled on the Slave 1. Had faced death by his side, staring into the black chrome of the Dark Troopers.

Had grieved with him, after.

You think this had been your place all along.

This liminal space, in those months that follow.

Giving him something to grab onto. Fingers sinking into flesh, your back hitting the mattress as he follows.

It’s dark, in the belly of his ship. With anyone else your senses would be screaming, a ringing alarm.

But you’ve come to know each room, fingers tracing the cold metal. From the walls, to the bunk, to him - the tips slipping under to tug at the fastenings of his armor.

He is quiet, like he often is now. But you can feel the heat that rolls off him in waves. The harsh buzz of his breath through the vocoder, before the light cuts out completely.

Before it’s just him and you.

His knees nudge your thighs wider. Pressing into muscle and flesh, forcing them up and apart. Your fingers twist in his curls, angling your mouth up to meet the kiss that is all teeth and tongue.

Fingers dip down, thick and calloused. Parting you, nudging inside to where you’re wet and waiting. Pumping deep with his thumb pressed snug against the button of your clit - leaving you dizzy and clenching and wondering if he just knew, as well.

You think he did. He does.

And when he works himself inside you, you finally feel full. Ripping a sound from each of you - his rough and swallowed, yours a broken murmur of his name.

Something else given in the dark, on another night akin to this. Pieces of himself peeled back and gifted, only to be carefully wrapped up and buried deep.

The pound of his hips itches at something you’ve been missing. Those hands tugging at your hips, pulling you to meet each harsh thrust. Fingers slipping down to swirl against you again - a spark rising each time you fit together, building swiftly to an inferno.

“Din,” You breathe, as something heavy flickers inside you, just out of reach, “Stars, please. Don’t stop-”

“I won’t,” It’s a low oath, as his cock grinds deep, “I’ve waited too long for you, cyare.”

He wrenches it from you, setting you ablaze. Your is cry loud in the tiny room as you come undone. The wild swirl of your senses narrowing down, until it’s just him. Din’s mouth against your neck, warm breath and teeth nipping marks into your skin - the pleasure flowing from you in pulsing waves, sinking into him.

Making him follow, no more than a dozen thrusts later. A gritted, bitten-back moan of your own name, before his hips are stuttering. Giving back what you passed to him, his cock throbbing inside you, buried deep.

Where he stays, until he’s gone soft. A pang of loss shuddering through you when he slips from between your thighs - expecting him to return to his own bunk.

To leave you, again.

But the mattress dips, next to you. The space narrow, a short sigh when you wiggle too much trying to get comfortable. Hands hooking around your wrists, hauling your hips over his. Settling you down on top of him.

And in the dark - he stays.

“Should have met you on Tatooine,” Din tells you later that night, unbidden. Letting your legs twine with his, thighs parted to make room for you. “I didn’t know it was you. If I had-”

His words end abruptly, hanging. Both of you thinking about all those moments when time hadn’t lined up. The synchronicity of your movements, just barely nudged out of time.

Both there, during that same moment. If you had stayed another day, maybe that would have been your meeting.

But you had left early, and he had came late.

“We’re here now.” You tell him, chin pressing against his chest. Eyes finding his in the dark, though you cannot see. “Isn’t that enough?”

There’s the brush of his hand along your spine - knuckles, and then fingertips as they unfurl.

“Yes.”

It is enough, for now.

You’re not sure if it’s forever. If, for some reason, you’ll be forced to part again. But tonight, you’re not worried.

Because, if you were to reach inside yourself and pluck that golden string right now - letting it thrum…

You think that he would feel it, too.

thanks so much for reading!! 💖

cyare - beloved

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #ts drabble challenge #din djarin imagine

[hanggarae]

౨ৎ prefect duty

requested by @shuapits : this is for the 1k event :33 but i <3 shua!!!! so i was wondering if you could do like, shua and reader at like hogwarts(??) idk if that makes sense but i <3 harry potter and i think it would be cute !!! ^__^

thank u sm for ur request i hope u like this!! we’re literally soulmates bc i <3 shua and harry potter au’s sm

gn reader, neither shua or reader’s house is specified but they’re in different houses ,, event masterlist

“this isn’t very prefect-ly of you, ya know?” joshua teased, but he didn’t move away from your attack of kisses all over his face.

“oh shut up and sit still” you grumbled while your eyebrows furrowed, “‘ts been ages since i’ve seen you”

you and joshua were both at your last year at hogwarts, with final exams and making important decisions about your future you hardly had anytime to your boyfriend. it didn’t make it any better that you were both in different houses too.

stress had been getting the better of you lately. your sleep was horrible from the hours at night spent studying. you were just so scared of failure- you didn’t want to take any risk.

“baby?” joshua broke you from your thoughts. “oh yn, don’t stress so much baby” he smoothed his thumb over the skin between your eyebrows.

the two of you were- well technically just you- still on prefect duty. you got up from the bench and held your hand out waiting for joshua. “come on, rounds are finished for tonight” you let out a sad sigh.

joshua matched the pout sitting on your lips, cooing at you while standing up “don’t worry angel we can see each other tomorrow- in fact, tell you what, we’ll both go on a date this weekend. sound good?”

you smiled up at him, leaning into the touch of his hands cupping your cheeks. you nodded slowly, already dreading the walk back up to the top of the castle and having to say goodbye.

neither of you mentioned it but you both spent a little longer walking around the castle on the way back, all of a sudden very interested with the trophies decorating the walls.

despite how much you and joshua tried to put it off, eventually you reached the common room of your house.

you let out a sigh looking at joshua, “we’re literally seeing each other tomorrow why are we acting like you’re going off to a war?”

your boyfriend threw his head back in laughter at your comment, “not sure, probably because we both know the next time we’ll see each other is the end of the week”

“we’re both busy yn, don’t blame yourself only, alright?” joshua comforted you. even though you never made your guilt clear to him, he was always so good at reading you.

“okay shua” you smiled, “i’ll see you at breakfast alright? night”

“i’ll see you there, goodnight”

#౨ৎ itadorins 1k event #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen x you #hong joshua x reader #joshua x y/n #svt joshua x reader #joshua hong x reader #joshua hong imagines #svt joshua #joshua fluff #joshua x reader #joshua imagines

[glazesunflower]

HI, BESTIE 💛

You know I absolutely love and adore your fics/prompts, so it means the world to me that you say you would like to listen to my ideas 🙏🏻 My head is filled with Taylor Swift’s latest album and Hu Tao, therefore here are some ideas for you if you would like to accept them haha. You can change or develop them however you like as you listen to our queen <3 Just make sure you have fun with it, that’s the most important thing :D

(I can see you)

Not exactly like in the song, but hear me out: Reader got the crush on Hu Tao, and Hu Tao sees that clearly. And she asks herself what would the reader do if she starts to reciprocate it? So she starts to leave a sudden touch on their skin, or speaking more freely when they are alone, teasing the reader in the process and enjoying their reactions >:)

(Electric touch)

Hu Tao’s got the date with the reader, and as we know Hu Tao’s reputation in the town, not many people exactly like her. So, this moment is very important for her as finally someone shows her affection, and she prepares and hopes this will go well, cause this date “could either break her heart or bring it back to life”. Some bitter-sweetness <3

(Timeless)

THIS SONG IS SO DAMN SWEET, AND I AM FEELY, SO ;-; Fluff of the reader and Hu Tao gashing that they would love each other in different time periods, falling in love no matter what and growing old together. You get the idea, TS connoisseur, just lots of FLUFF HEHEHE >:3

Timeless

Characters: Hu Tao x F!Reader. Soulmate AU.

Warnings: Mentions of war, battles and death. Hurt/Comfort. Epistolary. 14k words.

Notes: Happy birthday again my dearest friend and thank you for this wonderful set of ideas. I will write the others down, but for now I hope you enjoy this one <3

“WHAT I’M HEARING IS YOU DON’T LOVE ME anymore and you don’t care if I die of loneliness!”

Startled from your half-slumber, you turn your face to meet your love, Hu Tao, who’s laying beside you on the bed. Her crimson eyes are wide, brimming with theatrical despair. You chuckle.

“Hu Tao, I’ve only said we need to stop cuddling, I have to go to work.”

"Aww... But it's not time to get out of bed yet. We need to cuddle and snuggle, or else we might be apart too long for me to bear~"

Hu Tao implores. She wraps her arms tightly around you, her body clinging tightly to yours as her lips press against your neck. And you can’t help but surrender to her affection. Your head nestled deeper into the warmth of the sheets, Hu Tao's face buried in the crook of your shoulder, her gentle hum echoing softly against your skin. Your fingers trace tender circles in her hair, drinking in the soothing rhythm of the moment.

“I would love nothing more than to stay with you, but—”

Hu Tao interrupts with a playful pout, "Then stay, come on! Just a little longer? You can go to work later, right? Hehe, I'm sure there'll be no one there who'll miss you enough to get in trouble. Just stay with me for a little while longer~""

You tenderly caress her cheek, stealing a swift kiss on her beautiful button nose before gently unwrapping her from your warm arms. 

“No can do! I have that work trip I told you about, remember? It’s Friday today, so I will be out for the weekend, and I can’t lose my morning train.”

"Tch! How dare you break free from me! I'll... I'll... I'll bite your arm off!" As Hu Tao speaks, she playfully begins to nibble at your arm like a cat. In a mock-frustrated tone, she continues to speak. "Fiiiine! Just go on your stupid work trip. I guess I can't keep you here forever... But the second you get back, I'm not letting you out of my sight~"

Your lips curl into an affectionate smile as you gently stroke the side of her face with your thumb, your voice dripping with playfulness.

“Is that a promise?”

Instead of responding, Hu Tao leans forward to kiss your thumb. With a sly grin, she looks at you with playful, mischievous eyes.

“It's a promise! So don't worry about me while you're gone, okay? Just because I can't follow you, doesn't mean I'll be easy to forget." Her ember eyes soften as she turns her focus back on you. "How about you give a kiss to this terribly lonely wife before you go? Pretty please~"

With her request hanging in the air, Hu Tao leans in even closer, her arms circling your neck, tight and eagerly. Your fingers gently cup her face, a warm smile blooming on your lips.

“Anything for my dramatic wife.”

Hu Tao, entirely too delighted, draws herself in closer to you, pressing her body against yours, her heart brimming with happiness.

"Oh, you know just what to say~"

Hu Tao leans her head back, her bright red eyes closing as she waits with anticipation of your touch. Your kiss is one that is both calming and comforting, as an affectionate smile blooms in her pretty face. Her lips part for you, as she draws closer and presses her lips against yours. Her hand rises to your hair, her fingers running through your locks and holding you ever so gently.

Her lips meet with yours, your tongues wrapping around each other as she presses deeper into the kiss. She pulls herself away from your lips, her breath quickening as you part.

As you and Hu Tao reluctantly start to pull apart from one another, her teasing voice fills the space between you once again.

"Didn’t you say something about not wanting to miss your train? Are you going to stand there like a statue staring at me, or should I kick you out?"

Hu Tao whispers teasingly, her crimson eyes opening as you two part.

A chuckle leaves your lips, and you nod in agreement.

“You’re right. I guess I’ll be taking my leave now.” You give her one last sweet kiss goodbye, all too short to your liking. You wink. “Don’t miss me too much.”

Hu Tao, still holding you close, can’t help but smile. 

"I'm your wife, of course I'm going to miss you! When you get back here, you owe me a very long cuddle session to make up for this weekend, hehe. Have a fun trip, my love~" Hu Tao lifts your chin gently, drawing your lips toward hers for another goodbye kiss. Her hands slide along the back of your neck. She whispers into your ear with a touch of playfulness, "Don't you dare forget about me~"

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IN LIYUE, THE CHARMING TOWN NESTLED between rolling hills and lush forests, Hu Tao finds herself walking in her evening stroll. She cheerfully looks around as she walks, her curious and adventurous soul with an insatiable thirst for knowledge about the past is irremediably in love with this city, above all things; the town she calls home is known for its rich history, after all, and it harbors unveiled mysteries that have been there for generations, yet to be discovered. That’s why, on this fine evening, with the sun casting a golden glow over the cobblestone streets, Hu Tao decides to explore the town's hidden gems. 

As she strolls along, she finds an antique shop she hadn’t seen before. The store’s weathered sign reads "The Timekeeper's Trinkets”, and Hu Tao can’t resist the pull of curiosity that tugs at her chest. She comes in.

Pushing the creaky door open, Hu Tao is greeted by the musty scent of old books and polished wood. The shop's owner, an elderly man with twinkling eyes and a long white beard, smiles warmly at her from behind the counter. He had been reading a thick leather book that looks all too dusty and worn. 

"Welcome, young one.” 

He says in a soft voice. Hu Tao can’t help but feel that this man seems to hold secrets of his own.

“Good morning to you, sir!”

Hu Tao smiles brightly at him, but she is immediately drawn to the eclectic collection of artifacts scattered throughout the shop. Ancient maps hang on the walls, delicate porcelain dolls peer out from glass cabinets, and dusty books sit upon worn shelves, waiting to share their stories.

As she explores around excitedly, a small, ornate box catches her eye. The sign says, Photos: Twenty-five cents each. The box seems to hum with a faint energy, as if it held a tale of its own. Curiosity gets the better of Hu Tao, as it often does, and she can’t help but ask the old shopkeeper about it.

"That, my dear, is a Timekeeper's Box." He says with a knowing smile, larger than life. "Legend has it that it can reveal glimpses of the past to those with pure hearts and open minds."

Hu Tao nods to his words, pensive. 

Can something like that even be real?

As she lifts the lid, a photograph of a radiant bride from the 1930s catches her eye. Next to her, another bride smiles knowingly at her companion. The bride's eyes sparkle with joy, and her smile illuminates the entire frame. Hu Tao can’t help but feel a strange familiarity with the woman in the picture. It is as if the bride's happiness resonates deep within her own heart, her face in the picture familiar and faded with the veil of time.

Huh?

It almost feels like…

As she gazes at the photograph more intently, a realization washes over her, sinking into her bones like midnight rain. She sees more than just two brides from the past; she sees the essence of love captured in that single moment— A love profound and genuine, transcending the means of time, laced with a familiarity all too close to Hu Tao’s chest to ignore. She wonders if such a love can truly exist, the kind that defies the limitations of the mortal realm. 

And why does her mind feel like it’s on the verge of something?

A dream. 

A memory.

Hu Tao turns the photo around. Behind the picture, there’s a letter attached to it, worn by the passing of time. Hu Tao unwraps it and reads it.

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To my cherished Hu Tao, Feb. 1768

Can you believe how far we've journeyed together? From those carefree days of six-year-old innocence, clutching our satchels as we embarked on our first day of school, to this surreal moment when we stand side by side, radiant in our wedding gowns, about to pledge our lives to one another.

Through the laughter and tears, triumphs, and setbacks, you've been my rock, my confidant, and my partner in mischief. Oh, the memories we've created! From chasing butterflies in the meadows to sneaking out for moonlit adventures, our hearts have forever been intertwined.

As we step into this new chapter of our lives, I can't help but marvel at the twists of fate that brought us here. Who could have imagined that the little girls who held hands on that first day of school would one day become young women, ready to embark on a journey of love and commitment?

I cherish every moment we've shared, and I eagerly anticipate the adventures that await us as we venture into married life together. With you by my side, I know there's nothing we can't overcome.

Here's to the cherished memories of our past and the countless memories we'll create in the years to come.

I love you more than words can express, but you already know that!

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WITH TREMBLING HANDS, Hu Tao stares at the note behind the photograph. 

That’s your handwriting.

It’s unmistakable to her. She’s read your words, seen you writing time and time again. The grocery list, love poems for her, Hu Tao could recognize the shape of your words by heart. And there was her name there, too. 

Like you wrote this letter for her… 

In 1768?

That doesn’t make any sense. It can’t be.

She sets aside the picture and explores the other photographs inside the box, her heart beating just a bit faster.

The next one shows a young couple, their school days long behind them, laughing joyfully on the porch of what Hu Tao understands is their first house. Their eyes hold a shared history, a bond built on years of companionship and support.

Hu Tao feels a swell of emotion as she gazes at the couple. Again. This strange feeling. Their faces are all too familiar for her shaken heart. The love they shared is evident in every line on their factions and every touch of their hands. It is the kind of love that endured life's trials and grew stronger with each passing year.

The photograph is attached to a letter, folded with care, although the weight of the years has dented its edges and neatness. 

And yet again, there it is. Your handwriting, clear as day. She reads it.

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To my lovely girlfriend Hu Tao, May 1931

I'm positively thrilled to be writing this note to you after the most enchanting night of my life. Our first prom together was like stepping into a fairytale, and you were the charming princess who stole my heart!

As we sat on the porch of our new house, laughing and giggling like the next day would never come, I felt a warmth in my heart that I've never known before. Being with you feels so right, like we were meant to find each other in this beautiful corner of the world.

Your laughter, like a beautiful melody, echoes in my mind, and I can't help but smile at the thought of it. It's in these moments with you that I feel truly alive, like nothing else matters but the happiness we share!

Last night, you were simply stunning in your prom dress, and I couldn't help but feel so lucky to have you by my side. Your being here makes everything brighter, and I can only be drawn to you like a magnet.

I want you to know, my lovely girlfriend, that you mean the world to me. Your friendship, your love, and your understanding fill my heart with such joy. I'm grateful beyond words for the bond we share and for the home we've begun building together.

Thank you for being the light in my life, for making me laugh, and for being the person I can be my true self around. You are my confidant, my best friend, and my one true love. I'm head over heels for you, and I can't wait for the countless adventures that await us. And the beautiful wedding we will have some day when we’re older.

Unfortunately for you, I’m yours forever!

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THOUGH THE PHOTOGRAPH SHOWS people from an era that’s pretty much bygone by now, this one from 1931, Hu Tao can’t shake the feeling that she sees herself and you in those loving gestures, in those moments in time that belong to someone else. It is as if the Timekeeper's Box had tapped into a deeper truth, revealing a connection that transcended time and space. 

That is your handwriting. 

That is her name. 

These are your faces. 

Hu Tao’s breath catches in her throat.

“Hey, sir…” She seeks the shopkeeper, her voice hitched. “Can I take these home? I’ll pay you, of course.”

She buys the photographs and the letters. Before she leaves the shop altogether, she hears the shopkeeper’s voice again. The old man speaks intently, his wise eyes twinkling with understanding.

"Time is not as linear as we perceive it, kid." He says gently. "Some connections are so powerful that they echo throughout the ages, finding resonance in the hearts of kindred spirits. Keep that in mind."

Hu Tao leaves the shop, her heart beating rapidly against her chest.

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ZHONGLI AND HU TAO ARE SITTING ACROSS from each other in the cozy tea room of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. It’s Saturday, but the Parlor is still bustling with activity. And as much as Hu Tao would love to stay home and go through all the mysterious photographs and letters from the Timekeeper’s box, she’s the director of the Funeral Parlor first and foremost. She has work to do. 

After a cup of tea, of course.

The room is filled with the aroma of tea and incense, setting the perfect ambiance for the discussion they were having.

Hu Tao, energetic as ever, leans forward eagerly, her eyes glinting in the bright room. 

"Mister Zhongli, tell me all about the latest sales report. How has the business been doing?"

Zhongli, calm and composed as always, takes a sip of his tea before responding, his voice quiet and tranquil like a lake. 

"The Funeral Parlor has been thriving, as expected. In the last quarter, we saw a significant increase in both cremation and burial services."

Hu Tao's eyes widen. "Really? That's great news! Do you think it's because of the new marketing strategy we implemented?"

Zhongli nods. "Indeed. Your marketing campaigns have been highly effective in reaching a wider audience. Our services are being recognized not just in Liyue Harbor but also in nearby regions."

Hu Tao grins, clearly proud of her work. 

"I knew those flashy pamphlets and catchy slogans would work! Oh, and I must mention the special event we organized for the Ghost Month. The souls in the realm of spirits loved it!"

Zhongli chuckles softly. "Yes, they did. It's quite remarkable how you have managed to connect with the spirits and boost their morale. You have a unique talent, Director Hu Tao."

Hu Tao blushes slightly at the praise, smiling brightly like she does. 

"Well, it's all in a day's work for the director of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor! But tell me more, what about the latest numbers for funeral processions?"

Zhongli adjusts his glasses before continuing, "Funeral processions have seen a steady increase, and that's not all. Our embalming services have also witnessed a surge. It seems that people are beginning to understand the importance of preserving the memories of their loved ones."

"I'm glad. Preserving memories is what we do best, isn't it?” Hu Tao's expression softens. “It brings comfort to those who have lost someone dear."

Zhongli nods in agreement. "Indeed, it does. Your dedication to your role and your profound understanding of the human emotions surrounding death and remembrance have contributed significantly to the Funeral Parlor's success."

Hu Tao looks at her friend with a mixture of admiration and mischief. 

"And what about our dear Mister Zhongli? I've heard some whispers that you've become quite the popular consultant for funerary matters."

“I have been assisting some clients with their burial arrangements.” Zhongli can’t help but smile faintly. “My knowledge and experience in ancient rites have proven useful to them."

Hu Tao playfully nudges Zhongli's arm. 

"You're just being modest. I bet they're fascinated by you! The ex-Geo Archon turned funeral consultant, it's quite the unique selling point! Although we keep it a secret. I know, I know~"

Zhongli chuckles. "Perhaps it is, but my focus remains on providing the best possible service to our clients. The Funeral Parlor's reputation is of utmost importance."

"You're right.” Hu Tao nods, seriously now. “And speaking of reputations, I've been hearing more rumors about the newly implemented post-Geo Archon fares in Liyue Harbor. People are excited about the changes."

"The people of Liyue have always had a deep connection with Rex Lapis.” Zhongli's eyes glimmer with nostalgia. “However, I do consider it a gratifying outcome to see them outgrow the need of a higher power to achieve their goals."

“It was about time we learned to live without you around, old man!” Hu Tao smiles playfully. “Not in the Funeral Parlor, of course. I still need you here to help me, hehe.”

“And that I will, Director.” Zhongli bows slightly. “As a matter of fact, it is time I go back to tending to my duties. I shall leave you to finish your tea in peace.”

When Zhongli leaves, Hu Tao takes some documents from her desk to work on them. She quickly grows disinterested, truthfully. Her crimson eyes fly to the box she bought from the antique shop. That, for some reason, she felt the need to bring with her to work. She opens it, taking a couple of letters in her hand. And yet again, there it is. Your handwriting, the letters faded with the weight of the years. Her heart clenches in her chest.

She begins reading.

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My Dearest girlfriend Hu Tao, Dec. 1844

As I sit here beneath the starry sky, surrounded by the darkness of the night, my heart longs for you, my love. The echoes of war may be deafening, and the days filled with uncertainty, but amidst it all, your love remains my guiding light, illuminating the path back to you.

These days on the battlefield are filled with challenges and hardships, but your love gives me the strength to carry on. When the sounds of gunfire and explosions pierce the air, it is thoughts of you that keep me grounded, reminding me of the love we share, transcending time and distance.

The memory of your touch lingers in my mind, the warmth of your embrace like a gentle embrace even in the coldest of nights. Your laughter echoes in my heart, filling my days with hope and joy, even when the world around me seems so bleak. It is your love that fuels my determination to persevere, to fight for a better future, where we can be together once more.

Oh, how I miss the simple pleasures we once took for granted— Strolling hand in hand through the park, sharing a stolen kiss under the moonlight, and whispering sweet nothings in each other's ears. Each moment spent with you was a treasure, and I cherish every memory we created together.

In the midst of this chaos, I often find myself reaching for the small memento you gave me before I left. It's a reminder of our love, a tangible symbol of the bond we share. It stays close to my heart, just as you do, providing me comfort in the darkest hours.

Please know that, even amidst the struggles and battles, you are always with me. Your love has become my shield, protecting me from fear and doubt. I hold onto the hope that one day soon, the war will be behind us, and we can build a life together, free from the shadows of conflict.

Until that day comes, my love, know that you are always in my thoughts and prayers. I eagerly await the moment when I can return to your loving arms and finally be home.

Love you always.

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SO IN THIS MOMENT IN TIME you were in the war, it seems. A letter you had written during a time of war, a heartfelt message meant to bridge the chasm of separation between you and her. And Hu Tao pictures it, you being on the battlefield, waiting for letters that might never come, fearing the worst, watching the seasons change, the weight of time passing, all the while not knowing if you’d made it home to her. Tears gather in Hu Tao’s eyes, clutching the letter to her chest.

She continues reading the following letter, dated months after.

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My Dearest girlfriend Hu Tao, Feb. 1945

As I sit here in this distant and foreign land, my heart swells with joy and anticipation. I have received the most incredible news– I will be coming home to you next Fall. The mere thought of holding you in my arms again, feeling your warmth, and seeing your beautiful smile has ignited a renewed sense of purpose within me.

These days of being far away from you have been challenging, but your love and unwavering support have been my guiding light. Your letters and words of encouragement have given me the strength to face each day with determination and courage. In the darkest moments, your love has been a source of comfort and inspiration, reminding me of the life we will build together once this chapter of my life is behind me.

I want you to know that my commitment to making it home to you has only grown stronger. No matter the obstacles, I will fight with all my might to return to your loving embrace. You are my anchor, my motivation, and the reason I push through every hardship that comes my way. Your love gives me the courage to face the dangers of war and the longing to overcome any challenges that stand between us.

As Fall approaches, my heart races with excitement. I imagine the joyous reunion, the warmth of our love enveloping us, and the new memories we will create together. It's the promise of our future that fuels my determination, driving me forward during the difficult days and nights.

I want you to know that while I may be far from home, my heart remains with you. Every step I take, every mission I complete, and every breath I draw is a step closer to you. The countdown has begun, and I can hardly wait to be by your side once more.

In the meantime, please take care of yourself and know that you are always in my thoughts and prayers. I will cherish every moment we spent together in my heart and draw strength from those memories. Until we meet again, remember that I love you more than words can express, and I promise to return to you as soon as I can. I will see you soon, my love.

Yours always and forever.

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HU TAO’S HEART ACHES as she reads the words —Your words?— and she hopes you made it home alright in the end. There’s one more letter. Oh, but something is different this time. 

It’s not your handwriting but hers. 

This is a letter she wrote, all those years ago. Hu Tao swallows and starts reading, her chest beating hard against the cage of her ribs inside.

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To my precious beloved, Sept. 1945

As the morning sun gently kisses your sleeping form, I find myself filled with immense gratitude and love. Having you here, in our home, after all those long months of separation, feels like a dream come true. Last night we spent the hours wrapped in each other's arms after you finally came back home. It was nothing short of magical, and I wanted to let you rest a little longer while I tiptoed downstairs to prepare a special breakfast for us.

Seeing you lying there, peaceful and content, warms my heart like nothing else. I want this feeling to last forever, and I promise to do all that I can to make every moment we spend together just as wonderful.

As you wake up to find yourself alone in the bed, I want you to know that there's nothing to be scared of. I'm just downstairs, making delicious food to start our day off right. I didn't want to disturb your rest after all you've been through.

Being reunited with you after your service has been an incredible blessing, and I'm cherishing every second we have together. Our love has stood the test of distance and time, and I can't help but marvel at the strength of our bond.

I want you to take all the time you need to freshen up and embrace the comfort of home. When you're ready, come downstairs, and we'll enjoy a delightful breakfast together. There will be plenty of warm pancakes, fresh fruit, and your favorite coffee waiting for you.

Once we've had our meal, we can plan the day ahead– Whether it's taking a leisurely walk in the park, reading our favorite books, or simply staying inside and relishing each other's company.

My love, thank you for your bravery, your dedication, and your sacrifice. You are my hero, and I am beyond proud of everything you've done. Now that you're here, safe and sound, I will do my best to make each day as special as you are.

Remember, I'm just a heartbeat away, and I'll be eagerly waiting for you downstairs with open arms and a heart full of love.

Yours always and forever, Hu Tao.

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HU TAO CAN ALMOST FEEL the tears gathered in her eyes at the happy reunion. It seems like you both were alright in this lifetime. 

She thinks of you making your way back to her, overcoming the challenges of war and distance, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, coming home to her. She pictures the moment when you would walk through the door, your weary but smiling face, and the warmth of your embrace after so long apart, and she has to blink to prevent the tears from falling down her cheeks.

Just then, the door to her office opens quietly.

"Director Hu Tao, may I have a moment of your time?" 

Zhongli asks with his usual composed demeanor, and Hu Tao looks up, her eyes softening at the sight of her friend, blinking her tears away, placing the letters away on her wooden desk.

"Of course, Mr. Zhongli. What can I help you with?"

Zhongli takes a seat across from Hu Tao and leans forward slightly. 

"As you know, my presence in Liyue Harbor has been attracting some attention. I have received a request from a family that seeks assistance from the Funeral Parlor."

Hu Tao's interest is piqued. "Oh? What kind of assistance do they need?"

"The family has recently lost their patriarch, and they wish to hold a memorial service in his honor," Zhongli explains. "Given the circumstances and the importance of the deceased, they desire a traditional and solemn ritual."

Hu Tao nods thoughtfully. "I understand. We'll need to make all the necessary arrangements to ensure the service is carried out with the utmost respect and reverence. I will be right there."

She sets the letters further aside, carefully tucking them inside the box, and follows Zhongli outside of her office.

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LATER THAT DAY, THE GENTLE SEA BREEZE swirls through the bustling streets of Liyue Harbor, carrying the aroma of freshly cooked dishes and the sounds of merchants hawking their wares. Hu Tao is making her way downtown after work hours have ended, the Timekeeper’s box carefully tucked in her bag, when she bumps into her dear friend, the Traveler from another world.

"Hu Tao! Fancy seeing you here!" 

Lumine beams, her sunset eyes delighted by the unexpected encounter. And Hu Tao's eyes sparkle with excitement, too.

"Lumine! It's been ages! How are your adventures going?"

Lumine chuckles lightly. "They're going well, always keeping me on my toes. You know how it goes.”

“It’s such good fortune that I would run into you today.” Hu Tao says, smiling. “I have something fascinating to talk about, and I would love to hear your thoughts. Come with me!"

She exclaims, tugging Lumine's arm and leading her towards a quiet corner near the harbor. Curious, Lumine follows her friend. 

They find a bench overlooking the harbor, the salty breeze ruffling their hair as they settle in together. The bustling harbor of Liyue, a cacophony of sounds and a vibrant tapestry of colors behind them, the ships from all over Teyvat docking and departing as Lumine leans to Hu Tao, curiosity drawn over her features.

"What's got you so excited?"

She asks, her golden eyes filled with curiosity. Hu Tao retrieves the small, intricately decorated box from her bag. 

"Look at this! I found this in an antique shop called ‘The Timekeeper's Trinkets’ down the Harbor. Truthfully, I hadn’t seen it before. It had lots of things, a very eclectic collection of artifacts scattered throughout the shop, like… Ancient maps on the walls, porcelain dolls in glass cabinets, and lots of dusty books upon worn shelves. But it was this one thing that caught my eye!” Hu Tao gives it to Lumine. She watches her turn the box in her hands, staring at it intently. “It has letters and photographs inside, but what's really strange is… Well, the feeling they give me– It’s like a sense of familiarity, of sorts. Like… I know it might sound silly, but like it was me who had been photographed centuries ago. Like it was my pen that wrote these faded letters. And my wife, too…” She takes a moment. And then, “I can't help but wonder if this has anything to do with… Soulmates."

"Soulmates?" Lumine repeats with a tilt of her head, her golden hair falling over her shoulders at the motion. "Do you believe in them?"

Hu Tao stretches her arms above her head next to her and sighs dreamily. 

"I can't say for certain, but I've always been fascinated by the idea! Haven’t you? The concept that two souls are destined to find each other, bound by an eternal connection. Sounds romantic and magical, doesn't it?"

Lumine nods, her expression thoughtful, her sunset eyes softening. 

"It does. In my travels through different worlds, I've encountered many different beliefs and customs about soulmates, did you know? Some cultures believed in the existence of soulmates, while others didn't.” Lumine shrugs. “But what I found consistent is the longing everyone has to find someone to have a special connection with."

"That's true." Hu Tao agrees, her crimson eyes shining with curiosity. "What else have you seen in your travels? Have you ever met people who seemed like soulmates?"

Lumine leans back, reminiscing about her adventures across the various realms and ages. 

"I've come across countless stories of people who believed they found their soulmates. Even across different worlds, yes.” She nods. “I’ve heard tales of star-crossed lovers whose love spanned across time and space."

Hu Tao leans forward, eager to hear more. "Tell me about one of those stories! I want to believe in soulmates, even if it's just for a moment."

Lumine smiles warmly, leaning more comfortably on the bench.

"Well, there was a couple in one world who were separated by fate. They couldn't be together due to circumstances beyond their control, but they were bound by a love that transcended dimensions. Every day, they would write letters to each other, even if they couldn't send them across worlds. It was their way of feeling connected, even from afar, you know?"

"Writing letters like the ones in this box?" Hu Tao asks, holding up the container, her eyes sparkling.

Lumine nods. "Yes, exactly like that. They believed that somehow, their words would reach each other's hearts, and their love would remain eternal."

Hu Tao is entranced by the story, her imagination running wild. 

"That's beautiful! It's like the kind of love that can't be contained by the boundaries of the mortal world. So romantic!"

Lumine smiles knowingly, chuckling at her excitedness.

"Yes, very. Love has a way of defying logic and reason, connecting souls in ways we may never fully understand. But that’s part of the beauty of it, isn’t it?"

Hu Tao ponders for a moment, then smiles softly.

"You know, in Liyue, we have legends that talk about an ancient and powerful bond between two souls called the 'Yunfei.' They say it's a connection that exists across time and space, guiding two souls destined to be together."

Lumine's golden eyes light up with curiosity.

"Really? Tell me more about the 'Yunfei.'"

"Legend has it that when the Yunfei find each other, they experience a magnetic attraction, as if an invisible thread draws them closer together. Their souls resonate, recognizing each other across lifetimes. Some say it's love. Others call it destiny."

Lumine smiles at her words. "That sounds both beautiful and enchanting."

“I wonder…” Hu Tao looks at the box in her hands, thinking of you. “Would I be crazy if I believed it was real? That soulmates exist?”

Lumine shakes her head, her sunset eyes set far into the horizon. Hu Tao follows her gaze and the beautiful orange of the evening sun lights up the landscape when Lumine says,

“You know, after being in world after world, each more different than the last… I don’t think anything is too crazy.” 

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THE PILLOWS OF THE COUCH ARE soft against Hu Tao’s back. It’s Sunday morning and she has finished her chores and morning stretches. She sits back, the antique box in her lap, and her chest beating just the faintest bit faster. She is determined to find the truth behind the mystery of the letters and photographs, and how it’s connected to the two of you. 

She opens the box up and goes through the letters she’s read before, the photographs she’s seen, the others she hasn’t, and finds a stack of letters she hasn’t seen before. She takes them in her hands and dusts them off. These seem to be even more worn out than the others, the letters yellowed by the passing of the time and the edges crumbled. 

She reads the first one, worded with her unmistakable handwriting.

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My Dearest beloved, Jan. 1507

As the quill touches this parchment, I find myself grappling with emotions that words alone cannot contain. The weight of my heart is heavy with sorrow, for I am bound to face a future that my soul cannot bear. The time has come for me to share a truth that pains me more than any words can express.

In this age where societal norms and expectations confine our hearts to cages of convention, I find myself destined to wed a man I cannot love. The decree has been passed, and I have no say in this matter. My tears fall as I imagine a life without you, my love, a life where my heart's desires are but distant dreams.

From the moment our eyes met, and our hearts entwined, I knew a love beyond the ordinary had claimed me. Your presence, your laughter, your touch, all have become the essence of my being. To be torn from your embrace and the warmth of your love is a fate I cannot fathom without trembling.

I am but a prisoner of circumstance, forced into a union that my heart cannot accept. How I wish to stand before the world and declare my love for you openly, to defy all those who would dare to keep us apart. Alas, I am confined to the shadows, where our love must remain a secret, hidden from prying eyes.

In the darkest hours, I will clutch this letter close to my heart, for it holds the truth of my feelings for you, unyielding and eternal. No matter the path I am made to walk, know that you will forever be the love of my life, the one who set my heart ablaze with passion.

I pray that time and distance cannot erode the love we share, that fate will one day smile upon us, and we shall be free to love each other openly and without fear. Until then, my love, let this letter be a testament to the depth of my affection for you.

Yours, now and always,

Lady Hu Tao.

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HU TAO LOWERS THE LETTER to her lap. In this lifetime, it seems like she was forced to marry someone she didn’t love, a life filled with duty rather than passion. She couldn't help but imagine what it would have been like to be with you in that distant past, separated by the threads of fate and rules, aching with loneliness.

The letter that follows has your unique penmanship.

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My Dearest Lady Hu Tao, March, 1507

As I hold this letter in my trembling hands, tears flow freely down my cheeks, for your words have pierced my heart with both sorrow and love. Your anguish, my love, is palpable, and I wish I could ease your burden and set you free from the chains that bind us.

It pains me beyond measure to know that you are forced to walk a path not of your choosing, that you must endure a loveless union that tears you away from me. How I wish I could stand beside you, to shield you from the cruel hand of fate and to defy those who dare to keep us apart.

Though we must keep our love hidden in the shadows, know that it burns with an intensity that time cannot extinguish. You are the light that illuminates my darkest hours, the beating of my heart, and the very essence of my soul. In every whispered thought and every stolen glance, I am yours, wholly and unconditionally.

As you hold this letter close, feel the warmth of my love enveloping you, transcending the confines of distance and circumstance. We may be apart in body, but our souls are forever entwined, bound by a love that knows no bounds.

Know that I will wait, my love, for the day when we can cast away the veil of secrecy and embrace our love openly. Together, we shall overcome the trials that fate has laid before us, and we shall forge a future where our hearts can dance freely in the light of day.

Until that day dawns, let the memory of our stolen moments on moonlit nights and secret rendezvous under the stars sustain you. Draw strength from the knowledge that our love is a force to be reckoned with, an unyielding flame that will guide us back to each other.

My heart aches for you, my beloved, but take solace in the knowledge that you are not alone. I am with you in every breath you take, in every heartbeat, and in every whisper of the wind. No matter the trials we face, we will endure, for love is a force that transcends time and circumstance.

With all the love in my heart.

Yours, always.

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HU TAO’S HEART IS HEAVY as she reads the words. She thinks of the emptiness that gnawed at your soul when she was not by your side, evident in the shape of your letters, illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight in the room.

The following letter is from her, dated a couple of months after.

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My Dearest beloved, May, 1507

As I pen down these words, my heart feels as heavy as a stone, burdened with the weight of a love that cannot be. The night has fallen, and I am now a wife to a man I cannot love, a husband who possesses none of the tenderness and affection that reside within my heart for you.

Last night, as I stood at the altar, my eyes searched desperately for your face among the crowd. I prayed for a miracle, a sign that would spare me from this loveless fate. But fate, it seems, has other plans, and I am left to navigate a life where my heart is torn asunder.

In the company of a man who calls himself my husband, I feel a void that only your love can fill. I yearn for the sound of your laughter, the touch of your hand, and the warmth of your embrace. These memories are the bittersweet sustenance that keeps me going in this loveless existence.

Oh, how I long for the day when I can break free from these chains and be with you openly, to proclaim to the world that my heart belongs to you and you alone. In the darkest hours, I find solace in the knowledge that our love is a flame that cannot be extinguished, no matter the circumstances.

Though we must hide our love, know that you are never far from my thoughts. In the depths of night, I close my eyes and envision you beside me, your presence a comforting whisper in my ear. It is the memory of our stolen moments that keeps me going, that gives me the strength to face each day.

My beloved, I promise you this— No matter where life leads me, my heart will always belong to you. In the quiet recesses of my soul, I will hold onto the hope that one day, fate will smile upon us, and we shall be free to love each other openly and without fear.

Until that day comes, please know that I am bound to you in a love that defies the constraints of this world. You are the beacon that guides me through the darkness, the reason I wake each day with the hope that love will find a way.

Yours, now and forever,

Lady Hu Tao.

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HER STOMACH RUMBLES as she continues reading through the letter. She curses the terrible timing of her hunger. Hu Tao gets up to make some food for lunch, which she eats back on the couch, nestled again between the yellowed letters, the mysterious box, your ancient love story and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

The letter is from you to her, months after.

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My Dearest Lady Hu Tao, July, 1507

As I read your heart-wrenching words, tears blur the ink on this page, for the pain you endure is etched upon my soul. To know that you suffer in a loveless marriage, to know that your heart longs for me, leaves me torn between joy and despair.

In the darkness of the night, I have weighed the consequences of my actions, and I cannot bear to see you suffer any longer. My love for you burns with an intensity that defies reason, and I am willing to risk all to be by your side.

I cannot stand idle while you endure a life devoid of love and happiness. My heart tells me that you are mine, and mine alone, and I am resolved to defy any who dare to keep us apart. The thought of you in the arms of another haunts my every waking moment, and I cannot fathom a life without you.

So, with a trembling heart but a resolute spirit, I announce my intentions to march to town and challenge your husband in a duel. It is a desperate act, I know, and I risk everything —My freedom, my life— for a chance to be with you.

In this moment, I must be honest with you, my love. If I do not survive the duel, I want you to know that I would rather face eternity without you than endure a lifetime of regret and what-ifs. To have loved you, to have known your heart, is a blessing I would never trade.

But if, by some miracle, I emerge victorious, I promise you this— I will fight with every ounce of strength I possess to free you from the shackles that bind you. We shall face the world together, for love knows no boundaries, and our hearts will be united, unyielding.

Please, my beloved, do not attempt to dissuade me, for my mind is made up. My love for you is a force that cannot be contained, and I will not stand by while you suffer. I pray that fate will be kind and that we shall overcome these trials together. I love you.

Yours, now and always.

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A DUEL FOR HER HAND? HU TAO FEELS her heart pick up the pace as she reads your thoughts with your beautiful and unmistakable penmanship.

When she’s about to reach for the following letter, hoping to see you made it safely alive out of the duel, somebody knocks at her door.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Hu Tao gets up from the couch, stretching her limbs and walks up the front door, feeling unsettled. Beidou stands outside Hu Tao's house, a basket full of fish in her hands, a glowing smile on her lips.

"Hu Tao, took you long enough!" Beidou teases, raising an eyebrow. "Were you reading one of those spooky stories of yours again?"

Hu Tao's eyes sparkle with amusement, the letters tucked in the corner of her mind now. 

"As a matter of fact, I was. Kind of. But you know how captivating reading can be for me.” She opens the door further. “Come in, come in! What brings you here with all this fish?"

Beidou steps inside, handing the basket to Hu Tao. "Well, my crew and I caught more fish than we can possibly eat or store. So, I thought of sharing them with friends instead of letting them go to waste, you know?"

Hu Tao's grin wides, appreciating the thoughtful gesture. 

"That's incredibly kind of you, Beidou! I must say, my wife will be delighted. She will be returning later tonight. She’s on a business trip right now, otherwise I would’ve kicked her butt for not coming to say hi to you, hehe~"

"Ah, good to know she'll be back soon," Beidou replies with a nod, smiling brightly. "It's been a while since we all sat down for a meal together, don’t you think?"

"I agree! We should schedule one of those soon!" Hu Tao says enthusiastically. She looks down at the basket in her hands. "Now, with this fresh fish, I can cook her favorite dinner tonight. Hehe, she'll be thrilled!"

"I'm sure she'll love it," Beidou replies, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder. "You're quite the cook, Hu Tao. I have to give it to you, even if your dishes seem… A little strange, haha."

Hu Tao chuckles. "You flatter me, Beidou. But it's true that I enjoy cooking. For her especially. It's one of the ways I show my undying love~"

"And it's wonderful," Beidou says sincerely, nodding happily. "You two are lucky to have found each other."

"We are," Hu Tao agrees, her cheerful voice softening now. "She's been my pillar of strength, supporting me even during the most challenging times. But enough about us! How was your day out on the open sea, my friend~?"

Beidou's eyes gleam as she recalls the adventure. 

"It was a thrilling day! We sailed through turbulent waters and faced a few harrowing moments with sea creatures. But in the end, it was worth it to see the bountiful catch we brought back!"

"I can imagine," Hu Tao says, her curiosity piqued. "You always seem to find excitement wherever you go!"

"That's the pirate's way!" Beidou proclaims, grinning proudly.

The two friends spend more time than they originally intended chatting and laughing, exchanging stories about their adventures and memories. As the sun begins to set beyond the windows, Hu Tao voices her gratitude once more for the generous gift of fish.

"It's my pleasure," Beidou replies warmly. "Remember, if you ever need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

When Beidou leaves, Hu Tao swiftly goes back to the couch, finding the following letter, her heart racing in her chest.

The fate of your duel for her hand.

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My Dearest beloved, Sept. 1507

As I read your brave and selfless words, my heart swells with both love and fear. The thought of you risking your life for me fills me with a deep sense of gratitude, but I cannot bear the idea of losing you, my love. Please, I implore you, do not attempt the duel. I cannot bear the thought of you coming to harm because of me.

While your declaration of love and devotion warms my soul, I cannot allow you to endanger yourself in such a reckless way. The world we live in is harsh and unforgiving, and I fear what may come of this duel. I cannot bear the thought of losing you, for you are the light that brightens my darkest days.

My heart aches knowing that I am the cause of your pain and suffering. I never wanted this for you, my love. The circumstances that bind us are cruel, and I long for the day when we can be together without fear or hindrance. But until that day comes, we must be prudent and patient.

Please, my beloved, consider the consequences of your actions. Think of those who love you, who would be left heartbroken if you were to be harmed. I cannot bear the thought of my happiness coming at the expense of your safety.

Instead, let us find strength in our love for each other, in the knowledge that our hearts beat as one, no matter the distance between us. Though we are apart, know that you are always with me, and I am always with you. Our love transcends time and space, and it will sustain us until we can be together freely.

I will pray for your safety and well-being, and I will continue to hope for a future where we can be together without constraints. Until that day comes, my love, hold onto the knowledge that you are cherished and adored, and that my heart beats for you alone.

With all my love,

Lady Hu Tao.

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HU TAO READS THE WORDS with a clenched heart, praying that you were okay in this lifetime. She can imagine the anguish and uncertainty, the emotions sinking into her bones like the cold breeze of the night at the thought of losing you.

As she finds the paper that follows, her heart shatters into a million pieces.

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Local Paper Obituary - In Loving Memory of a Local Female Sword-fighter.

November, 1507.

It is with profound sorrow that we announce the untimely passing of an extraordinary woman whose life was taken too soon in a tragic duel that unfolded in the name of love. Her valor, courage, and unparalleled skill in the art of sword fighting leave an indelible mark on our hearts and in the history of our land.

Date of Birth: Unknown.

Date of Demise: November 22nd, 1507.

Born into a world where societal conventions stifled the dreams of women, the now deceased sword-fighter fearlessly broke free from the shackles that sought to bind her. With grace and determination, she embraced the way of the sword, becoming a symbol of strength and empowerment for others who dared to challenge the norms.

Her tragic tale intertwined with the fates of two noble hearts - her own and that of the Lord of these lands. Unbeknownst to many, the sword-fighter and the Lord’s bride, Lady Hu Tao, were deeply enamored with each other, destined to be together by the strings of love.

However, as is so often the case in this age dominated by arranged marriages, fate dealt a cruel hand. The beautiful Lady Hu Tao, whom the female sword-fighter cherished with all her heart, was forced into an arranged marriage with our Lord, extinguishing the flame of their love.

In the haze of sorrow and desperation, love turned to bitterness and jealousy. The female sword-fighter could not bear to see her beloved wed another and took up the gauntlet, challenging our Lord to a duel that would decide the fate of Lady Hu Tao's heart.

On a somber November day, beneath the melancholic sky, the clash of swords resonated through the air. The female sword-fighter fought with fervor, not to inflict harm but to reclaim the love that fate had so mercilessly snatched away. Her sword, an extension of her unyielding spirit, sought not vengeance but an opportunity to rewrite their tragic story.

Alas, despite her unparalleled prowess, fate remained unyielding. In a cruel twist of destiny, the duel ended with a fatal blow to the female sword-fighter. As her life ebbed away, she knew her quest for love was futile, but her heart remained steadfast in its devotion to Lady Hu Tao.

In her final moments, the unnamed woman held on to the love that had blossomed in her heart, the love that circumstances had deemed forbidden. In death, she found solace in knowing that her love for Lady Hu Tao would endure, even if unspoken.

Today, as we mourn the loss of an extraordinary soul, let us remember the female sword-fighter for her strength, her bravery, and her unyielding love. May her sacrifice serve as a reminder of the consequences of societal constraints on love and the importance of cherishing every fleeting moment with those we hold dear.

A memorial service will be held at the Temple on November 24th to honor her memory and celebrate her life. All are welcome to pay their respects to the fallen swordfighter and bid farewell to a soul whose love knew no bounds.

Though her life was cut short, the legacy of the female sword-fighter will forever echo through history, inspiring generations to come to embrace love with unwavering determination, regardless of the obstacles that lie before them.

May her soul find eternal peace in the realms beyond, and may her love for Lady Hu Tao endure throughout eternity.

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HU TAO TAKES A MOMENT TO calm her clamoring heart. You died back then for her, to win back her hand, but you lost your life instead. The realization that you were gone, that you had paid the ultimate price for her love, is a blow that leaves her breathless. Tears stream down her cheeks as she clutches the letter to her chest, as if holding onto the last remnants of your presence.

She thought it would be the end of your story, but she finds more letters attached to these ones, her handwriting unmistakable in her eyes. 

With trembling hands, she holds the following one and begins reading.

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My Dearest beloved, Nov. 1507

As I sit here with tear-stained cheeks and a heart heavy with grief, I struggle to find the words to express the depths of my sorrow. The days since the fateful duel have been a blur of pain and anguish, for the loss of you, my love, has left an indelible void within me.

The weight of guilt gnaws at my soul, for it was my presence in your life that led you to such a perilous fate. I never wanted this for you, my beloved. I never wanted you to risk your life for me. The regret is a bitter pill to swallow, and I would give anything to turn back time and prevent this tragedy.

The sight of your passing reached me like a dagger to the heart, and I crumbled under the weight of my grief. To know that you are gone from this world, that I will never again see your smile or feel your touch, is a pain that words fail to describe.

Yet, amidst the darkness of this sorrow, there is a glimmer of solace. In the moments before your departure, fate granted us one last meeting, one final embrace. I held you in my arms, my love, and though your time was fleeting, it felt like an eternity of bliss.

In that moment, the world faded away, and it was just you and I, as it was always meant to be. I whispered words of love and gratitude into your ear, knowing that you could hear me, even in the arms of eternity. I will hold onto that memory, that precious gift, for as long as I draw breath.

Though your time in this world was cut short, the impact of your love on my life will be everlasting. You brought light to my darkest days, and your love made me feel alive like never before. You were my confidant, my best friend, and the keeper of my heart.

The pain of losing you is almost unbearable, and there are moments when I feel as though I cannot go on without you. But I know that you would want me to find strength and carry on, to live a life that honors the love we shared.

My beloved, though you are gone, you will never be forgotten. Your spirit lives on in my heart, and I will cherish the memories of our love for all eternity.

Rest in peace, my love, and know that I will love you always.

With all my heart,

Lady Hu Tao.

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AND AFTER THAT LETTER, there comes another one. Hu Tao feels the room close in around her, and the weight of grief presses down on her like a crushing wave.

She takes the next letter in her hands and begins reading through blurry eyes.

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My Dearest beloved, March, 1508

Months have come and gone since I last held you in my arms, and not a day goes by that I don't yearn for your presence beside me. The pain of your absence remains a constant ache in my heart, but I find solace in the memories we shared and the beauty of the world around me, which reminds me of you.

As spring arrives, the cherry blossoms once again grace the world with their delicate pink petals. Each blossom that adorns the trees carries your essence, and in their fleeting beauty, I see a reflection of our love— A love that bloomed and flourished like the blossoms in the breeze.

I wish you were here, my love, to witness the magic of the cherry blossoms and feel their soft touch upon your skin. I long to share these moments with you, to bask in the beauty of nature's creation together, as we once did. But even in your physical absence, I feel you beside me in every beautiful thing.

Your presence is woven into the fabric of my life, like the threads of a tapestry that tell the story of our love. Your laughter echoes in the wind, and your smile lingers in the golden hues of the setting sun. Each day, I find you in the little things— A gentle raindrop, a ray of sunlight, a twinkling star in the night sky.

Though you are no longer with me in the physical sense, your spirit lives on, and our love transcends the boundaries of time and space. You are a part of me, and I carry you in my heart wherever I go.

The nights are still long and lonely without you, my love, and I often find myself gazing at the moon, wondering if you see it too from wherever you are. The stars above, like tiny diamonds in the sky, seem to hold the secrets of the universe, and I find comfort in knowing that you are among them, shining bright upon me.

As the seasons change and time moves forward, my love for you remains steadfast. I will forever cherish the moments we shared and hold onto the hope that one day, we will be reunited once more.

Until then, I will continue to see you in every beautiful thing, in every whisper of the wind, and in the blossoming of the cherry trees. You are my eternal love, and you will forever be a part of my soul.

With all my love,

Lady Hu Tao.

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HU TAO TAKES THE NEXT LETTER into her hands. Her handwriting seems faded and worn out, but she can still discern the words, laced with her undying affection for you despite the grieving loss of you.

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My Dearest beloved, Jun, 1514

It has been several years since fate took you away from me, and the passage of time has not dimmed the love I hold for you. Life has carried me forward, and I now find myself a mother to beautiful children, a life I never envisioned, yet one that has brought its own moments of joy and warmth.

Though I do not love my husband as I loved you, I have found some measure of comfort in the life we have built together. It is not the passionate love we once shared, but it is a love born out of familiarity, companionship, and the shared responsibility of raising our children.

My heart aches every day, for I see you in the faces of our children. Their smiles, their laughter, their curious eyes all carry a hint of you, and in them, I find solace. I wish you could be here to witness the beauty of their growth and the love they bring into our lives.

As they grow older, I often find myself wondering what it would have been like if you were here with us. I imagine you playing with them, holding them close, and sharing in their milestones and achievements. The thought of you being a part of their lives fills me with bittersweet longing.

Life has granted me stability and ease, but there is a part of me that remains unfulfilled. I yearn for the love we once shared, the depth of connection that cannot be replicated. I wish for a reality where we could have shared this life together, as a family.

I hope you know, my love, that you are never forgotten, that your memory is cherished and held dear to my heart. The love we shared was a force that shaped me, and it continues to guide me through the trials of life.

I will always carry you with me, my beloved, in the depths of my soul and the love I have for my children. Though life has led us down different paths, the bond we once had remains unbreakable.

With each passing day, I find myself yearning for the day when we shall be reunited, where we can be together once more. Until then, I will continue to hold onto the love we shared, finding strength in the thought of you, in the faces of my children, and in the hope that one day, our souls will meet again.

With my forever love,

Lady Hu Tao.

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HU TAO BECAME A MOTHER in that lifetime without you? Her heart aches as she reads the words, thinking of how it must’ve felt like to witness the passing of the years with your absence weighing heavy in her chest.

She grasps the next letter in her trembling hands. 

It’s the last there is.

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My Dearest beloved, Oct. 1532

As I write these words, my body feels frail and my spirit hovers on the threshold between this world and the next. The doctors speak of illness, of a journey that may lead me to where you are. The years have flown by like fleeting moments, and now I find myself facing the uncertainty of life's end. But fear not, my love, for my heart is strangely at ease.

My children, my beautiful blessings, have grown into kind and hardworking young souls. They stand on their own, strong and capable, and I am filled with pride and gratitude for the time I have spent with them. I have poured my love and wisdom into their hearts, and now they walk with the strength to carry on without me.

Though I know that my absence will bring sorrow to their hearts, I find comfort in the knowledge that they will be surrounded by love and support. They will be there for each other, just as we were, a testament to the love that binds us all.

As I reflect on my life, I find that my heart longs for the day when I shall be reunited with you. The thought of your arms embracing me, your laughter ringing in my ears, and your love surrounding me brings a sense of peace unlike any other.

I have no regrets, my love, for the life we shared was filled with love and joy, even if briefly, and my children are a testament to that love that filled my soul all these years. They are living proof of the love you poured into me, that we poured this world, and that love will continue to ripple through the generations to come.

Now, as my journey nears its end, I yearn for the moment when I shall cross over to where you are. I ask you to wait for me, my beloved, for we will be together soon. The love that has united us in this life will continue in the next, and we will find each other once more.

I am not afraid, for I know that our love is eternal, transcending the boundaries of time and space. I will watch over my children from beyond, and my love will guide and protect them as I know yours has done with me through all these years we’ve been apart.

Until the day comes when we are united again, my heart, hold onto the love we shared, as I will hold onto the memories of our time together. I eagerly await the moment when we shall embrace once more, and our souls will dance together in eternal bliss.

With all my love forever,

Lady Hu Tao.

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HER VISION IS BLURRY WITH the shape of tears, the trail they’re leaving down her cheeks is starting to grow cold on her skin.

There are no more letters, but there is one last paper tucked on the bottom of the box. An extract from a newspaper, faded in time. She reads it with a heavy heart.

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Local Paper Obituary - In Loving Memory of a Lady Hu Tao.

December, 1532.

It is with heavy hearts and profound sorrow that we announce the passing of our beloved Lady Hu Tao. She departed from this world on December 2nd, surrounded by the love of her family and friends.

Lady Hu Tao was a beacon of light and love to all who knew her. Throughout her life, she touched the hearts of many with her kindness, playfulness, and unwavering spirit. She was a soul born from light, a fun friend, and a source of inspiration to those fortunate enough to cross her path.

She leaves behind her cherished children, who were her greatest joy and pride. The love she poured into their hearts will be a guiding force in their lives, and her memory will forever be etched in their souls.

Though her time with us was marked by moments of strength and resilience, it was her unwavering love for her deceased female beloved that defined her life. Their love transcended the boundaries of time and space, and even in her final days, she held steadfast to the hope of reuniting with her beloved once more.

Lady Hu Tao lived a life filled with love, laughter, and purpose. She was known for her easy-going nature, her fun smiles, and her ability to bring happiness and joy to those around her. Her presence was a balm to the souls of many, and she leaves behind a legacy of love and compassion that will continue to touch lives for generations to come.

In her final days, she found solace in the thought of being reunited with her beloved, and we take comfort in knowing that they are now together, dancing among the stars.

A memorial service will be held on December 3rd at the Temple, where family and friends will gather to celebrate the life of Lady Hu Tao and bid her farewell.

May Lady Hu Tao rest in eternal peace, forever surrounded by the love and light of her beloved and the memories of all who cherished her. She will be deeply missed but never forgotten.

"Love is not finite, for it transcends the boundaries of life and death."

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HU TAO FINISHES READING THE PAPER. There are tears streaming down her face, her chest heaving with the overwhelming emotions of a life she lived, centuries ago, that’s now pouring down her veins and soaking her bones. She sniffles, trying to steady her breath.

And just then, she hears the main door open. You have come back home from today’s work. Hu Tao doesn’t waste a second.

She rushes through the hallway with an almost desperate urgency and pounces on you, her arms wrapping around you tightly. The force of her tackle sends both of you tumbling to the floor.

“Tao— Whoa. Hello to you too, my—” 

You start, but you’re quickly cut off.

“Don’t ever die and leave me behind!” She demands, her face burrowed in your chest, her voice quivering with raw emotion. “Don’t do anything silly like risking your life for me!”

Confusion creeps into your voice.

“I don’t— Tao, where is this coming from?” You try to make sense of the sudden intensity.

“Just say it! Say you will be with me now, always.” She pleads, lifting her head to look at you. The intensity in her eyes almost scares you. “Please. I don’t— I don’t know what I would do if something bad happened to you… So, please… Please, don’t ever leave me.”

“Oh, my love.” Your heart aches at the depth of her fear. Gently, you cradle her face in your hands, smiling softly at her. “Nothing bad is going to happen to me. I am going to stay right here, right where I am, with you, for as long as you want me to.”

“So you promise, right? You promise to stay with me forever? For as long as the sun shines and the birds sing?” She insists, her eyes searching yours. “You won’t lose your life in a duel to the death for my hand, and I won’t stay missing you for all the years that come after?”

“What—?” You shake your head, letting out a soft laugh. “No, my love, I promise I won’t lose my life in a duel to the death for your hand. I will stay right here. Right where you can see me, okay?”

“Thank you, my pumpkin pie… That makes me feel better.”

Hu Tao nuzzles her head into your shoulder, burying her face into your shirt’s fabric and breathing in. You can feel her chest swell as she continues to breathe, her warmth pouring all over you and her auburn hair cascading down her back.

“Tao… Where is this coming from, really? I was gone for one weekend and I come back to you feeling like this…” Your voice is gentle. “Did something happen, my love?”

Hu Tao sighs, her fingers nervously tracing patterns on the fabric of your clothing.

“It’s silly, really. Maybe I’ve been reading too much lately…” She shakes her head. “You’re going to think I’m crazy.”

With a reassuring smile, you reach out to cup her face in your hands, your touch tender and loving. 

“My heart, nothing you could ever say would make me think you're crazy. Just say what's in your heart, I'll listen." You stroke her cheeks lovingly. “No judgment, remember?"

A flicker of uncertainty crosses her crimson eyes, but then she takes a deep breath and decides to open her mouth again.

"I don't know how to describe it... It's a lot easier to understand if I just showed you instead... But, I don't want you to freak out." Hu Tao closes her eyes, trying to decide if she should continue. She looks up at you with a hopeful look before speaking. "Do you want to see it?"

You nod without hesitation. “Yes. Show me.”

Hu Tao guides you to your shared bedroom and pulls out the ornate Timekeeper’s box. She opens it up, revealing dozens the of letters that appear to be from you to her, and vice versa. Your handwriting is distinct and your words are as easy to identify to you as they were to her.

“And these, too…”

 Hu Tao shows you the photos she bought from the antique shop, also carefully nestled inside the ornate box. You see the small collection of photos taken centuries ago of two lovers, different throughout the ages. Although the quality is poor, they both share an unmistakable similar appearance to the two of you that you can quickly tell. 

Hu Tao notices your bewilderment as you look at the photos, and continues to speak, her gaze fixed on the old photographs spread out before the two of you.

"The photos are almost like a window into another life... A different me, or another you... and it's so strange, but I've got to admit... I could see us in every single one. Am I going crazy?"

“Tao, what… What is this? Where did you get these from?” 

You say, confusing swirling within you. Hu Tao glances up at you, her eyes filled with wonder and uncertainty.

"I just found them from a small antique shop earlier this week... I wasn't expecting anything particular out of them, but... It's just so weird, right? It's almost like destiny brought these to me... You can see what I mean, right?"

With a growing sense of intrigue, you lean in to examine the photos more closely. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize the figures in the pictures, unmistakably the two of you. Your hand moves to touch the letters, tracing the familiar curves of your own handwriting.

“These… These are us. That’s you, Tao.” You say, taking it all into your uncertain hands. “And this is my handwriting. How…?”

Your voice trails off as the implications of this discovery start to sink in your mind and body. Hu Tao opens her mouth again. 

"I know. The moment I saw them, I knew that I had to have them... It was as if for at least a moment, I got to look into a world that's almost exactly the same as ours, yet somehow different... It all seemed so... familiar."

Hu Tao looks at the photos in your hands as you examine them too. You nod, now looking at her, her beautiful wide crimson eyes.

“They do look familiar. This feels… Like I have seen this all before. Like a dream. Something I… Can’t quite remember.”

Hu Tao nods to your words, taking some photographs in her hands. 

"I feel the same way. It's as if this is something we always knew, but we never remembered. Look at the photos, you look exactly like how you do now. But yet you are someone else. It's all so... Uncanny. It's as if I'm looking into a mirror, but it's not quite me..." Her words become quieter. "It doesn't feel like a dream, even if it's like a dream. Is this just a fantasy? Or could this really be who we used to be?"

The longer you look at the photos, the more you notice subtle differences. The two lovers in the photos wore clothes you've never seen before, and their facial expressions seemed to carry a sense of sorrow not found in your world. Yet, you also feel like it is all something you've seen before, and your head starts to swirl with strange memories. You can’t quite tell how familiar this all is, but there is definitely some connection.

Seeing your face scrunch with confusion, shock, and a slight bit of fear, makes Hu Tao’s heart sink. She gently pushes your hands with the photos down to your side.

"Don't worry, it doesn't mean anything. We probably aren't the only two people in this world to look like that. I'm sure we'll forget about it tomorrow as if it was a bad dream. It's not like it's some kind of past life or something, haha."

Hu Tao chuckles a little in an attempt to lighten your mood, her laughter tinged with a nervous energy. You swallow, voicing the very idea that had haunted her since the discovery.

“Past life… I know this sounds… Absolutely bonkers. But what if— What if it really was us? In past lives?”

Hu Tao blinks, then bursts into laughter, the sound matching the incredulity of your suggestion.

“Oh, now you're going down the same insane train of thought as I am? Hahaha~” She pauses, her laughter fading. “But... What if it is true? What if we've just been separated over and over again, throughout all of time... It's such a ridiculous idea, but that tiny thought at the back of my mind still makes my entire body tremble.” Another pause. And then, “Would you think I'm going mad if I believe it?"

You meet her gaze with a newfound seriousness, shaking your head.

“Half an hour ago, yes. I would. But now… Tao, the more I look at these pictures, these handwritings, the more I… Remember. The silk of the prom dress… The echoes of war in my ears…” Hu Tao’s heart clenches as you begin to describe the memories that are starting to resurface. “The weight— Tao, the weight of the sword in my hand. I have never in my life yielded a sword, I— What if it’s true?”

Hu Tao feels her blood run cold as she listens to your words. Her heart skips a beat, making her stomach churn and her lips quiver.

"Don't say that... Don't say things like that, because what if it really is true? Who knows, after all, what lies beyond life and death..."

Hu Tao buries her face into your shoulder again, too weighed by the revelation to look up from her spot. She curls up, hugging you tightly, claiming your safety and comfort in the midst of the bewildering revelations that have shaken your world.

In the hushed atmosphere, you ask a question, one that hangs in the air like a delicate thread, soft and gentle.

“Do you want to know what I… What I remember the most, of all this?”

Hu Tao shifts her head from where it rests against your shoulder, her nervous eyes searching your gaze as she waits for your response. Her heart races with anticipation as she says, "What do you remember?"

“You.” You draw a soft smile, the affection pouring out of your curved lips for her eyes only. “I remember you, Tao. I remember loving you ardently, life after life. It sounds absolutely crazy, but… I swear I remember yearning to be back to your side. To spend my life with you. To fight for you. I remember… I remember loving you, before I was even born into this life.”

“You... You remember loving me? You mean it?" 

Hu Tao stares at you, her eyes brimming with tears. You’ve been sharing the most intimate thoughts and feelings with one another, her heart pounding rapidly as if she’s been running a marathon, but this realization makes her heart feel like it's dropping like a heavy rock into a bottomless void. She wipes her tears away and leans her head back against your shoulder. She wraps her arms around your body, as if to hold herself together with you.

“I really mean it.” You chuckle, caressing her cheeks in disbelief. “As ridiculous as it sounds… I really do, my love.”

Hu Tao's face lights up with joy, her crimson eyes tearing up as she wraps her arms around you tight, squeezing you tighter, her face buried into the welcoming softness of your chest.

"You remember loving me... before you were even born into this life...? That's the exact same way I've felt about you since the first day that I saw you... What if it's true? What if you were always my true love, waiting for me in every life?"

Your gaze holds a deep sense of certainty when you say,

“Then, I am glad I found you again in this life. I promise to make the most of the years we have this time around.” You gently kiss her cheek. Then smile, open and honest like she’s learned to love from you. “And I promise to find you in the next one, too.”

Hu Tao looks up at you, her ember eyes glistening. With gratitude. With love.

"My dear... I knew our love was meant to be, that we were destined for each other... But I never knew we were fated like this. No matter where, no matter when, and for all of time itself, we'll always find a way to each other. I'll always be the love of your life... and you'll always be the best of my worlds. Please, I beg of you, don't ever let our hearts be parted again."

As the intensity of the moment wraps the both of you, Hu Tao brings her lips close to your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine as she whispers, "Promise me."

“I promise…” Hu Tao smiles as you whisper back with a shaky breath.

“You're mine, and I'm yours... It's funny how fate works. I never thought I'd find myself in a situation like this, even though I've read so many stories about such things in the past. But I think I'm happy with it, so long as it’s you with me."

Hu Tao pulls back from your neck, as her face lights up in the sweetest smile you've ever seen.

“You look silly when you shiver like that. Come give me a kiss."

You draw an easy smile at her teasing, your cheeks growing a slight shade of pink.

“A soulmate kiss?”

“No, a wife-kiss! Hehe~ We are married, you know?”

Hu Tao places a finger to her lips and winks, playfully waiting for you to kiss her on her lips. 

“You’re right, my lovely wife.” 

Your heart warms at the reminder, and you lean in to give her a kiss. The moment is gentle, tender as your lips brush together, slowly savoring the connection.

However, that’s nearly not enough to satisfy Hu Tao.

"That's not how you kiss a wife! Here, I'll show you~"

Hu Tao leans toward you, eagerly locking her lips with yours in a passionate kiss. You feel her tongue lightly dance against your own, as a warm flush rises to your cheeks. She pulls away from the kiss, looking at you with a playful grin adorning her beautiful face.

"That's more like it~"

You feel your face flushed, entirely too warm. “I… Yes, that was nice.”

"Mhm, then come back here for more~"

Hu Tao chuckles and leans in to capture your lips again, this time pulling you by the collar of your shirt and giving you a soft, sweet kiss now, closing her eyes as you two lean into the other in a warm embrace. Your lips tingle as they meet with hers, your fingers gently brushing the nape of her neck. Her hand rises to your hair, cradling your head with care as she continues to kiss you— A kiss filled with all the love of all your past lives. Finally, she pulls away, and smiles at you sweetly.

“I'll always be yours, my beautiful wife, and I will never love anyone else. Just you. That’s my promise for this lifetime.” She winks at you. “And all the others that come next too, I suppose~”

You brush her cheeks softly, tracing the shape of her cheekbone with your gentle fingertips, looking at her with affection drawn all over your eyes. 

“A lifetime— No, an eternity with you, my love.” You pinch her cheeks, chuckling. “A blessing or a curse, I wonder?”

"Hehe~ I don't really care, because regardless, we'll be together, for better or for worse. The world could be ending and even when we're old and wrinkly, I'm willing to go through it all just to be by your side." Hu Tao smiles, bringing her nose close to yours. "But hey, it's not all sappy and lovey-dovey. I mean, even if we're destined to be together, that doesn't mean I'll stop teasing or pranking you. That much, I will never change."

She closes her ember eyes and you gently brush away a stray hair hanging in front of her face, before kissing the tip of her nose, laughing out of love and saying,

“You know? I wouldn’t change that for the world.”

.

.

THE FOLLOWING DAY, YOU WOULD stroll down the Harbor together, hand in hand. You would walk the same steps that lead Hu Tao to the antique shop days before, looking for the shop's weathered sign that reads "The Timekeeper's Trinkets", the creaky door, the musty scent of old books and polished wood and the elderly shopkeeper with twinkling eyes.

But instead, you find nothing. Like such an antique shop had never really existed in the cobblestone streets of Liyue Harbor.

And perhaps, you think, it never had.

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#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x you #hu tao x you #hu tao x reader #soulmates

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Say the Word (I’m Already Here)

I have no interest in continuing Say The Word (And I’m There), but I figured I’d at least write the scene where they all meet

Word Count: 1774

Rating: Gen

Pairings: LAMP, Royalogicality

Warnings: a cliffhanger I currently have no intentions of resolving, allusions to crime(?)

~~~START~~~

Nothing about Remy’s cryptic message, nor the rather impressive house — mansion, Roman had insisted on correcting him, this is a freaking mansion, specs — he had asked them to meet him at had done anything to assuage Logan’s worries that his friend was involved in some sort of sketchy business.

After college, Remy had told Logan that one of their platonic soulmates had offered them a job, and that it would involve a lot of travel. Logan had been happy for his friend and naturally inquired as to what the job was. Remy told him it was a secret.

For nearly a year, Remy had traveled around the U.S., sending Logan a postcard from every city he went to, and FaceTiming him once a week. He never gave Logan any details of what the job entailed, nor whether or not he had any travel companions. They denied any insinuation that they were doing anything illegal with a laugh, and assured Logan every time that what they were doing — whatever it was — was not in any way sketchy, illegal, or at all immoral, but with no details provided to the contrary, Logan maintained his doubts.

The postcards had stopped several months ago, and Remy had been in the same location — what looked like a home office, decorated to Remy’s own style — for every subsequent FaceTime. A week ago, he’d sent Logan a text inviting him and his two soulmates to a ‘launch party’ at his boss’s house (mansion) along with the time and location. He had not answered any questions about exactly what was being launched other than that he thought Logan, Roman, and Patton would enjoy it.

“Are we just going to stare at the door?” Roman asked and Logan made no move to ring the doorbell. Remy had not left instructions for what they should do when they got to the house, though it seemed fairly obvious that they should ring the doorbell.

“I have become even less sure that Remy is not somehow mixed up in something dangerous,” Logan admitted quietly.

“Aww Logan,” Patton wrapped his arms around Logan’s middle comfortingly. “I don’t think they would have invited us to anything they thought might be dangerous!”

“Besides,” Roman continued. “Launch parties don’t usually have insidious purposes. They’re probably working for some tech giant or something — maybe we’re here to witness the launch of the next big social media platform!”

“…yes,” Logan finally replied. “That does sound like something Remy would do; and you are right, Patton, that Remy would not invite us if he thought it would be dangerous.” And with that, Logan rang the doorbell.

The chime from the doorbell lasted at least thirty seconds and followed a tune that seemed familiar to Logan, though he could not quite place it — likely a pop song but played on bells. Soon after the chime finally ended, an older woman with her hair in a tight bun opened the door.

“Can I help you?” She asked doubtfully.

“We are looking for Remington Sonno,” Logan said. “They sent us an invi–”

“LOGAN!” A familiar voice yelled from slightly further in the house.

“Please come in.” The woman nodded and walked away, leaving the door wide open behind her. Logan stepped inside, followed by Patton and Roman, and barely made it three steps before Remy was sliding down the polished hardwood hallway directly into him.

“Oof!” Logan stumbled slightly but managed to maintain his footing as Remy wrapped their arms tightly around him.

“Gurl, it has been too long!” Remy lamented.

“That is hardly my fault, Remy,” Logan stated, wrapping his arms around Remy in return.

“Fair,” Remy laughed. “I’ve been busy, but that’s why tonight is so exciting!”

“Tonight?” Logan asked.

“The party,” Remy clarified. “It’s good. I’m so proud–” Remy cut themself off with a shake of their head, a fond smile gracing their lips. “But that’s for later, I wanted you all to come early so I can spend time with you.”

“And yet he doesn’t deign to greet us,” Roman sniped playfully.

“My deepest apologies, your highness,” Remy pulled back from Logan so that he could bow deeply. “Roman Prince, it is an honor to be graced with your presence once more.”

“Thank you,” Roman bowed his head benignly.

“And Patton!” Remy smiled, opening his arms for a hug that Patton happily accepted. “Lemme give you guys a tour of the place!”

The mansion was expansive. Remy led them through a kitchen which was bustling with catering staff, then through the ballroom where workers were busy decorating for the party that would occur later in the evening, then up a grand staircase, and down a hall. They stopped every now and then to point out interesting pieces of art on the walls or if a door led to a specialized room. Eventually he led them back down a different staircase and out a pair of French doors onto a breezeway.

“So that was the main house — or most of it anyway, there’s more, but it’s Joan’s personal space so no tour of it,” Remy explained, gesturing back to the house they’d just left as they walked. “These are the gardens — we can explore them later if you want — but back here,” they gestured down the breezeway to a second, smaller — though still rather sizable — house, “is the guesthouse. That’s where I’ve been staying.”

“Your employer is very…” Logan trailed off, unable to think of an adjective that both properly expressed what he was feeling while also not potentially hurting Remy’s feelings of insulting their soulmate.

“They’re not as bad as they seem,” Remy shrugged nonchalantly. “I know this is all a little much, but they’re not as out of touch as this makes them seem.”

The four of them had just reached the door to the guesthouse when Remy’s phone went off, they checked it quickly before grimacing.

“Sorry, babes, my boss needs me for a bit, but feel free to make yourselves at home,” he opened the guesthouse door and gestured for them to go in. “You can explore if you want, or if you want to wait for me there’s a media room up the stairs, down the hall to the right, take a left, then third door on your left — I shouldn’t be too long, but we’ve got a bunch of video games or movies, whatever you want.”

“If you’re sure…” Logan trailed off uncertainly.

“Of course!” Remy laughed. “¡Mi casa es su casa!”

“Bye Remy!” Patton called as Remy rushed back down the breezeway to the main house.

The three soulmates entered the guesthouse and were immediately faced with a small problem: the stairs weren’t visible from the door.

“Well…” Patton frowned. “They can’t be that hard to find if Remy didn’t tell us where they were. I’m sure the answer is stairing us in the face!”

“And Remy did say we were free to explore,” Roman pointed out, opening the nearest door — it led to a coat closet.

There were three options for the three soulmates to choose from: straight, left, or right. None of the directions showed any obvious signs of house hidden staircases but figuring Remy had given them the directions slightly out of order, they chose the right hallway.

The hallway contained a few doors — all of which Roman opened, and all of which turned out to be a closet, a utility room, and a bathroom — before opening up into a kitchen. Tucked in the corner of the kitchen was a staircase, so they followed it up and went to the left.

The third door on the left was not a media room, but rather the office that Remy had been FaceTiming Logan from. The second and digest doors weren’t media rooms either; neither were the fourth or fifth door.

Having exhausted the doors to the left, they tried the right, then the right hall. The right hall led into more halls, so they continued that way, opening doors as they went, none led to media rooms. Eventually, having followed the confusing halls of the house as well as they could, they somehow ended up back at the top of the stairs to the kitchen.

“It’s been a while since a house has given me the runaround,” Roman shook his head in disbelief.

Logan was about to suggest waiting for Remy in the kitchen, when piano music began to drift up the stairs.

“Someone else appears to be here,” Logan commented.

“Maybe we can ask them for directions!” Patton suggested.

“Maybe they’re in the media room,” Roman added.

They followed the noise down the stairs and through a different doorway than the one they had entered the kitchen through. The doorway took them to a formal dining room, then into a moderately sized ballroom. As they walked through the ballroom the piano music solidified into Chopin.

Across the ballroom was a smaller room with shelves filled to the brim with folders and books. On one wall, there was a variety of musical instruments hanging from displays.

In the center of the room, there was a person with dyed purple hair and a patchwork hoodie playing a grand piano. The person’s back was to the door, and all three soulmates were too entranced by the music to make their presence known.

As the song came to a close, Roman saw his opportunity.

“Hey, excuse me?” He called, a little too loudly after the trance that all four of them had just been in.

The pianist startled, their hands slamming down a discordant cacophony of keys as they jumped a little too much. They ended up falling backwards out of their stool and sprawling out on the floor at the trio’s feet. Mismatched green and purple eyes blink up at the soulmates.

“Sorry, kiddo!” Patton yelps, concerned for the other person’s wellbeing. “We didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Shit!” The pianist gasped, scrambling up to their feet. “I mean fuck– um, no. Shit–” Logan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he was certain Roman and Patton must be feeling it too. “Sorry, I just– uh, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here this early. Sorry.” Their soulmate finished, somewhat lamely.

“Ah, it would appear that you are our final soulmate,” Logan said, his mouth working even as his brain tried to catch up — because not only was this their final soulmate, but it was also Virgil Knight! “My name is Logan.”

“I’m Patton!”

“And I am–”

“Remus?”

Reality came crashing down on Roman. His soulmate was famous musician Virgil Knight, former bandmate of convicted murderer Remus Duke… Roman’s identical twin.

“No, I–I’m his brother, Roman.”

~~~END~~~

I know it’s rude to end on a cliffhanger that I don’t intend to resolve, but I just wanted to write them meeting, I didn’t really want to get into the feelingsy part of it. I just wanted to finish smth to break out of my mini slump

Also the party Remy invited them to was the launch party for Virgil’s first solo album. Joan hired Remy to be Virgil’s friend/bodyguard/driver when Virgil decided he wanted to explore the country and be a normal teen for a while

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #lamp/calm #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #royalogicality #soulmate au #say the word (and i’m there) #thursday writes #my writing #sanders sides fanfiction

[ecivons]

Zosan/Sanzo Fic list

I just wanted to make a list of the fics I've read/Fic recommendations for anyone out there. The ones in bold purple are my absolute favorites. (A lot have M/E ratings and Adult language)

Falling by sorrowfulcheese - The dialogue.. the pacing.. THE CRUST I loved it all. One of the first zs fics haha, it's only tag is fluff. It barely feels like fluff fluff, this is just Zosans personal brand of fluff.

Liquid Courage by sabershadowkat (E) - Sanji experiences drunk Zoro once and keeps trying to sleep with him. (!! some dubious consent the first time). The last line is what got me.

[I saved a lot of shadowsaberkat works, just scroll through their entire account if you're okay with M+ fics]

Alongside All The Way by sabershadowkat (E) - I liked the Adventures going on in the background of the fic. Sort of a compilation of Zoro and Sanji becoming more and more important to eachother

Bit by Bit by sabershadowkat - Getting together type beat. A few moments of Zoro slowly dealing with his emotions for Sanji.

Falling Blossoms by sabershadowkat - I'm usually picky about established but I love the way they write <3. It's short and sweet. Just a lil Zosan date.

Things Unsaid (E) - Established Relationship. Zoro gets injured and they're forced to wait out a snow storm while working through their relationship. (I love this person's characterization of them wayy too much)

Rules of Love (E) - It’s one of those fics.. (conflict, sex, resolution) just the way I like my Zosan. A little internalized homophobia on Sanji's part.

when you say by bluewalk - Unrequited Usosan. Zosan from the perspective of a pining Usopp. (Beautiful, a bit confusing but I loved reading it)

tricks out of your sleeves by bluewalk - Zoro and Sanji are forced to learn a few things about each other's past. IMO it's written pretty gen. I love the character exploration.

Myalgia by Salmon_Pink - An exploration of how Zoro and Sanji talk about thriller bark (they don’t). They used the mood prompt so well the tension was welling up in my chest the entire time.

Understandable by Salmon_Pink (M) - Another short fic by Salmon Pink because they write the two of them amazingly. Zoro and Sanji who will never be emotionally vulnerable with each other out loud.

destructivity is a poison that runs through our veins by wasteofmind (M.. its E to me) - They want to kill each other.

Residue of a Rainbow by Narcissistic_Ninny (E) - Zoro and Sanji go through a traumatic experience and maybe fall in love too. This person has amazing fics, but this is definitely my favorite. Zoro is good at hiding what he's thinking but you just know..

green with envy blues by adietxt - Really short fic with jealous Zoro. I saved it mainly because the narration is a little funny.

it's a long way forward by donutsandcoffee - Sanji can't smile because of a devil fruit. The strawhats love his smile..

you got that something by adietxt - Sanji is forced to stick to Zoro. Nothing but a bundle of fluff and self-indulgence that I enjoyed all the same.

(failed) Stewardship by LibbyLune - Soulmate AU. Sanji's has been dead for a long time. Author has such an amazing take on soulmates I love it. I love Luffy's especially. P.S. The authors note at the end made me fall to my knees.

the universe told me by rudimentaryflair - Soulmate AU. Zoro desperately hides his soul mark while learning about his nakama's. I like how its almost the opposite of how Zoro and Sanji were portrayed in the previous fic I recommended (when it comes to their opinions on soulmates). I love both though.

blood, salt and idiocy by rosie_peverell - Zoro gets a taste of his own medicine. (Sanji gets injured trying to save him). It's short and cute.

and then the sun came out by demonzoro (shrinewreck) - Takes place in pre-ts, post-ts and future. Zosan realizing they're "friends". Extremely Tender idk what to tell you.

a catalog of non-definitive acts by demonzoro (shrinewreck) - Zoro pines. Nothing I say could possibly convey the emotions this fic makes me feel. You just need to give it a read I promise.

for poor and poorer still by rudimentaryflair - Modern AU. Short and sweet. Zoro finally finds the perfect moment to propose.

how normal people do by rudimentaryflair - Namivivi Pov. This is so funny. I love the best friend drinking buddy dynamic of Nami and Zoro. This fic has funny moments that I remember in public and start laughing to myself about.

paging mr. swordsman by rosie_peverell - If I had a nickel for every Modern AU Zosan ficlet that takes place in a grocery store..

The Fall of a Hundred Things by LibbyLune - Sanji sleeps with Zoro after a party one night and it messes him up. Franky is the MVP of this fic. I love him. (Check out author for more good works)

End On A High Note by thisislegit - Modern AU. Established Sanji and Zoro have problems they need to talk about. (Oh how I love the ups and downs of a mundanely domestic relationship)

In Your Warm Embrace by marimoliciousness - Sanji is an idiot and realizes something about Zoro (himself). They get caught in a snowstorm.

migratory animals by donutsandcoffee - Sanji is strong in a way that fascinates Zoro

that's all for now!! I might consider adding more in the future.

#zoro x sanji #sanzo #zosan #fic reccomendations #coping thru fics is a lifestyle #Von fic rec

[catgirl-catboy]

Oooh my god Gravity Falls.... I got really into it about a year and a half ago, and I made the incredible mistake of looking at r/gravityfalls. I hadn't even thought you could hate Mabel, and certainly not that strongly, but I underestimated redditors. I've never had a gen to ship fic ratio that went this far on the gen side though, and there were some really good fics. I think the best things I've read for it were a really cool timeloop fic in which Stan and Ford patch things up and a fluffy verse with sweet feelings. Oh and there was one soulmate fic that was purely platonic, and usually I love romance but my aro heart cherishes platonic soulmates every time I stumble upon some. But the show is absolutely great, and I'm a little sad I wasn't there in its heyday, but what do you want. What I would not recommend is what I've been trying to do, ie slowly try to get into Marvel comics stuff (the same way you get into a pool a little, go up to your knees, water on your neck, don't jump in to avoid a shock). The hell of trying to figure out who's who and what comes when and are we talking about MCU verse or comics verse and who's that canon AU guy and where does blorbo appear - and all the while you see the wonderful opinions of dudebros with no taste and women who are really into Taylor Swift (one of those being worse than the other of course, liking TS isn't a crime). Almost like Star Wars but also worse :) sorry I rambled there, I don't actually think we really share fandoms? I wanted to talk a little too haha

No worries!

I am not a fan of bill/dipper in the SLIGHTEST and read mostly genfic, but all of the recent antis of it are so annoying to me. Like, learn your history! The ship has been in the fandom longer than you have,

Eh, I can kind of see where the distaste of Mabel comes from, since I feel like she gets slightly too much screen time, at the expense of Dipper. Thats more of a fault than the writing than the character. That being said, its way overblown, and a lot of people tend to forget that she's 12! If I were 12 in these situations, I'd be way worse.

Platonic soulmate fics are either the best fic known to man, or garbage, depending on how its written. (sometimes you just get the vibe that whoever wrote it is looking down on probalematic ships, yk?) If you liked this one, send me the link!

I've never been into MCU comics, they seem like they have a high barrier to entry. Glad you're having fun, but I highly doubt anything can be Star Wars, but worse. Feels like the current writers of SW hate what made it great, so I feel disconnected from anything post-TFA. Shame, since SW was my childhood.

#ask tag #moinstalks

[underburningstars]

What about a starker soulmate au where name is written on their back (Ex: P.P. t.s) tony mistakenly thinks that pepper is his soulmate. He and her dated for years until she told him the truth. Tony found peter

Hope you like it anon.

on ao3

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Pairing : Tony Stark/Peter Parker

Tags : Soulmates, Not AOU compliant, Not CACW compliant, Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Mentioned Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

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Tony considered himself an extremely lucky man. At least in the soulmate department.

When he was a kid, he couldn't wait to meet someone with TS written on them. Just like he had PP written on his back.

Meeting Pepper Potts was an absolute blessing. He couldn't have asked for a better soulmate. She was absolutely perfect.

Even when he was being a mess, Pepper always took care of him.

More so, after Afghanistan. Though she didn't support him being Iron man, Tony knew that it was because she was worried about him.

She stayed by his side even after New York and when Mandarin.

Tony always thought that even if he lost everything, he'd always have Pepper.

That is until that one fateful night.

"I found my soulmate." Pepper suddenly said.

Tony didn't understand the meaning of this conversation, "Yes? You did. I'm sitting right here." Tony's forehead furrowed in confusion.

"No, Tony. I-we, we're not soulmates Tony." Now that Tony thought about it, Pepper never showed Tony her mark.

Tony inhaled sharply, "What do you mean, Pep?"

"Tony I'm sorry. I just-I love you Tony. Even without the soulmate name. And-and I knew it was a big thing for you. I shouldn't have hidden it from you. I'm sorry for that. I found my soulmate Tony. And I want to form a bond with him." silence filled them. None of them knew what to say anymore.

"Pep, you should leave today."

"Tony, please-"

"We'll talk tomorrow. Maybe. Or better, we wouldn't talk about this at all. Let's just pretend that you never lied to me and this is a normal break up because you found your soulmate. Technically, it's true in your case." Tony got up and went to his lab, leaving a crying Pepper alone.

That's exactly what they did. They never talked about it ever again. Pepper moved out. And they still talked about SI related stuff together. But that's it.

Tony started drinking more, much to Rhodey and Steve's displeasure and worry. But eventually, he pulled himself together.

He had to. He was Iron Man after all. The world wouldn't wait until he was over his disastrous breakup.

Steve found his extremely unstable hundred year old best friend. Tony created BARF to help him go from unstable to semi-stable.

With Barnes, Sam came too. Soulmates, a package deal. Good thing Sam was useful and funny. Tony liked him.

Steve thinks they should expand the team, with the increasing amount of threats and creative villains they're falling short. Tony agrees.

Steve brings Wanda, whose powers need working. So, Tony creates a practice arena for her. That melts her icy nature towards him.

Tony is looking for recruites too. More specifically, he is looking for a onesie wearing web slinger from YouTube.

The web slinger, it turns out is called Peter Perker (his name has PP too, his brain supplies, but Tony has stopped believing such simple things already), lives with his aunt, is a junior in Columbia, he's perfect.

Peter, as Tony understands after meeting him, is absolutely brilliant. But he lacks a considerable amount of sef preservation. Not that Tony's anyone to say that. But he never said he's not a hypocrite.

So he makes Peter a suit. Something that'll protect him from bad guys and also from himself.

Although he totally should've seen this coming, Tony didn't. He never expected to strike a friendship with Peter. But the boy's a genius and Tony can talk to him for hours without getting bored.

The only problem is the way Peter looks at him. It would be fine if it was a crush. Really, a bit of hero worship is acceptable.

But the extremely fond look in Peter's eyes say that it's much much more than simple hero worship.

The even bigger problem. It's that Tony wants to look right back at Peter in the exact same way. He wants to pull the boy close, kiss him, hold him and sometimes (often) bend him over the desk.

Tony knows he could just ask Peter what his soul mark is. Peter would tell him without a second thought. If Tony heard it from Peter that his mark isn't TS. That the PP is yet again, another coincidence, then he could just let go. But he doesn't have the courage for that. He doesn’t want to know. Doesn't want to get hurt anymore. So Tony doesn't ask him.

In the end, to save both of them from getting hurt, Tony does what any wise man would do. He avoids Peter. He stops coming to their Kab hang outs (dates) and doesn't patrol or go to missions with him any more.

Nat sometimes looks at him with narrowed eyes but to his great relief doesn't say anything.

This goes on for a month, which is longer than Tony expected, before Peter ambushes him one day. Since it's not lab day, Tony didn't expect Peter to come. And JARVIS, that traitor, didn't even warn him.

Now he's cornered in his own lab with an angry looking Peter Parker standing in front of him.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Peter asks.

"Who's avoiding you? I'm not avoiding you." Tony can see Peter's eyes twitch in annoyance.

"Tony, I'm not kidding. Why are you avoiding me?" Peter glared at him.

"I'm not avoiding you, Peter. It's just-I'm busy these days. With SI and Iron Man. I just couldn't make much time." Tony can see that Peter saw right through his bullshit.

"Oh yeah? Yiu have time to watch movies with Clint and go to the arcade with Wanda. But you're too busy for me, huh?"

"Uhh..."

"Really Tony, just-" all fight leat Peter's body as he deflated, "tell me why are you doing this? Is it my fault? Did I do something wrong?"

Tony's heart clenched at how tired Peter sounded, "No, Pete. It's-it's me, okay? I'm the problem here. So don't blame yourself."

"Then talk to me, Tony. Let's fix it. Please, I miss you." Peter whispered the last part.

"Do you know why me and Pepper broke up?"

Peter looked confused at the change of topic but replied anyway, "Yes? She found her soulmate?"

"Yeah, she did. But before that for all the years we dated I thought Pepper was my soulmate. We're both to blame. She never corrected me and I never asked for clarification. But yeah that's what happened." Tony could see realization color Peter's face, "Yes, Pete. My letters are PP. It's just that-you're so wonderful and I don't want to get rejected onc-"

"Ask me what my letters are?" Peter cut him off.

"What?"

"Come'on. Ask me. Ask me what my letters are?"

"What are your letters Peter?" Tony sighed.

"It's TS." Tony froze.

"What did you say?" to answer Tony's question Peter moved his collar a bit and there tony could see it. The TS written in bold letters.

"So, are you not gonna kiss me to-" before Peter could finish the sentence, Tony's lips were on his.

#tony stark #peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #tony x peter #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark/peter parker #peter x tony #starker #starker community #starker fandom #ao3 #fanfiction #marvel #avengers #soulmate

[tubborucho]

hi! do you have some clingy duo fic recs 👉🏻👈🏻? i don’t care how much ranboo or sbi is in it i just want clingy duo focused stuff

omg, my time has come😭

I do have a bunch of recommendations!!!

1. Home Again, Home Again

http://archiveofourown.org/works/30812927

It’s SBI+Tubbo fic that I reread when I need comfort. I don’t know what it is exactly about this fic, but it just so nicely written, that never misses to make me smile.

Clingy duo is a very important part of the story here, and that’s amazing.

It’s also aliens au!

2. Whispers of Lost Reality

http://archiveofourown.org/works/29440740

My favorite long clingy duo fic. It’s amazing for a lot of reasons:

It’s finished and 211k long

Very well-written

It is a Doctor Who au and I LOVE Doctor Who. But I am sure it can be read even if you know next to nothing about this show:3

Clingy duo as a dynamic is definitely the main focus. Not SBI, or Bench trio, even if all of them are present.

One thing I probably should warn though is that it’s definitely queerplatonic.

3. the warmest bed i’ve ever known

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42209223

Clingy duo. Through and through. Also personally I prefer to think of it as an actual c!clingy duo ending.

My favorite part of this fic is how the author got their characterization perfectly. Like, this is a snippet that I think just one of the best way to describe c!Tommy ever:

“In a moment, Tubbo realises that Tommy must have replaced them when he wasn't looking. That he must have picked them himself and brought the whole bouquet thousands of blocks just to quietly replace them and then leave. And this is something that is so quintessentially Tommy that it aches: to be loud about everything that doesn't matter and to not even mention the things that do.”

4. The Final Girl In The Horror Movie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40946610

Happy Death Day Au but make it clingy duo.

A very interesting short story, I think you might enjoy, because I did.

5. Wh(Y)o

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41586366

Not exactly just clingy duo, it adds a lot of other characters, but I highly recommend this one, especially when you feel sad pr tired.

It’s definitely a ‘feel-good’ story about creating home.

6. sunlight ascending (this was your place)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39730185

Surprisingly a Triple Ts fic. And imho it makes it only more awesome, because there’s not a lot of fics that concentrate on this trio in particular.

Basically another story about grabbing the ones you love and making home together.

7. not a thought behind those eyes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34155877

A fix-it mainly clingy duo + partly ranboo fic for dsmp. Tommy and Tubbo learning to trust each other again. Very sweet but heartbreaking.

(also this author legitimately scares me, all of their fics are like EXACTLY 10000 or 5000 long).

8. you look lonely (i can fix it)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32984131

Tommy and Tubbo talking and talking and talking through the resentment and avoidance, and it is a pretty angsty fic, but with a very hopeful ending.

Warning that it has a different view on bee duo marriage (aka that they rushed into it without realizing what marriage entails), which is very interesting to me personally.

9. no one’s problem (but yours)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32984131

And yet another fix-it c!clingy duo. Tommy wants to run, but Tubbo always finds him. I enjoyed it very much when I read it.

10. our souls burn bright (like the love we share)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34663768

Soulmate au!!!!! That’s kinda it lmao. But it is a very nice hurt/comfort fic.

11. One More Step Out of the Pit

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30353682/chapters/74827434

Superheroes au. It’s mainly SBI-focused, but once again, clingy duo plays an important role here. It’s also very fun to read. One of my favorite superpowers au in the fandom I would say.

12. I’ll Be The Watcher Of The Eternal Flame

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31339742

Tommy would trade anything for Tubbo’s safety. And this time he accidentally makes them gods in the process. Oops?

Anyway, I probably should pause here😅 I do have more, so whenever you need, you can ask me!

And if you will want to scream about any of them, my dms and asks are always open!💛

#liss answers asks #clingy duo #fic rec

[ali-annals]

The Most Master of Lists

Happy Endings (or the option for one, in CYOE cases) are the standard here.

(I also write for other fandoms [currently only DC works are posted], so check out my masterlist on my main for more #ali writes!)

NOTE: Most fics with Chloe will be (past) Chloe Redemption. It’s 50/50 if a fic will be Adrien sugar or salt. Fics with the akuma class mentioned will vary between sugar/redemption/salt.

Fic Format:

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Title (or brief description if untitled)| Series (if applicable)| Rating | Pairing | One-Shot/Two-shot/Series (1S, 2S, S) | Summary | Written and Submitted to ‘x’ challenge/ requested by ‘x’ (if applicable)| Word Count (if available)| sequel (if applicable) | date posted (anything past April ‘23 is current) | (if series, complete/ongoing/(semi-)hiatus)

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April 2021

Class trip AU | G | Daminette | 1S | My first DCxMLB fic. All the classic tropes |

Spring 2021

Operation Ruination, or, The Girl Who Fooled the Bats | G | Daminette, platonic Jasonette | S | part-SMAU, Class trip AU, Arranged Marriage AU |

What I do isn’t a Crime...but it Should Be | G | none | 1S | A new hero plays pranks on Gotham’s vigilantes |

Summer 2021

Chaotic Coffee Zombies | G | Timari | S | salt, hurt Mari, inspired by ‘The Contingency’ by AbyssalGuardian on ao3 | (semi-hiatus)

How You Get The Girl | IbTS | G | Jasonette | 1S | “Hi, Marinette.”/She laughed sharply to hide her hurt. “‘Hi, Marinette?’ Jason, it’s been six months.” | 0.9k | April ‘23

happiness | IbTS | G | Daminette/Adrigami, past Adrinette | 1S | songfic. angst with a pinch of fluff |

Enchanted | IbTS + MM | G | Jasonette | 1S | songfic, Marinette meets Jason at the royal family of Gotham's ball | April ‘23

invisible string | IbTS | T+ | Daminette | S | Soulmate AU | requested by @/boldlyanxious | 17k+ | (complete)

Miss Parisiana and the Heartbreak Prince | IbTS | T | Jasonette | S | partial songfic; Jason leaves the Bats and ends up in Paris, where he meets a hero no one knew about before. Prequel to ‘peace’ |

peace | G | Jasonette | 1S | The Bats finally go looking for Jason and find him in Paris...with someone else |

daminette drabbles x3 | G/T | Daminette | 3 quick ‘00-word-ish drabbles | one  two  three |

Shattered Glass and Shadowed Ghouls | T | Daminette | S | DCxMLBxMCU, all the (DCx)MLBxMCU tropes |

The Saga of a Ladybug and her Robin | G | Daminette | 1S | Medieval AU |

Vengeance of Shadows | G | platonic Daminette | 1S | Lila Redemption, twin Daminette/bio-dad Bruce Wayne AU |

bio-dad John Constantine | G | Daminette | 1S | bio-dad John Constantine AU

5+1 Times Marinette met a Batboy | G | Daminette | 1S/S | I don’t know how I can say it any clearer than the title |

my tears ricochet | IbTS | T | Daminette | 1S | heavy class/Adrien salt. Inspired by the TS song & ‘Graveyard Siblings’ by @/arty-shadow-morningstar |

Call it what you Want | IbTS | T | Jasonette | 1S | Jason Has His Own LifeTM and the Bats attempt to Mess It UpTM, protective Mari | SEE FEBRUARY 2024 |

bio-dad Oliver Queen | G | none | 1S | it’s messy, but if anyone wants to see these scribbles/have me attempt to polish them into an actual plot, lmk |

Autumn 2021

Marinette “Valkyrie” Wayne + AU | G | Marijon | S | Marinette is adopted by Bruce Wayne after her parents died in a car crash. She figures out her new family are the Bats, but she also has a secret. Meanwhile, Bruce is looking for Ladybug, who retired and disappeared into thin air | Submitted to Marijon Week 2023 | 9.6k | May ‘23 | (complete)

Ladybug in Paris, Phoenix in Gotham | G | platonic Timari/Cassette, [platonic] Jasonette | S | Street kid Mari and her friends |

Ladybug & Kitsune | T | platonic Daminette | S | Mominette, inspired by ‘The Story of a Ladybug and her overprotective Fox' by TheCuriousCat on ao3 |

Pawk | G | Daminette | 1S | Arranged Marriage AU, ID shenanigans, childhood friends to lovers |

Dragon Kwami AU | G | Daminette | 1S | Dragon AU, Dragonshifter Mari, Historical AU I guess, the kwami are kwami but add dragons |

Accidental Marriage AU | T+ | Jasonette | S | Jasonette ID shenanigans, inspired by TheCuriousCat's 'You die a hero or live long enough to be the Villain' on ao3, aka Mari is arrested by the JL for being Hawkmoth (but does she stay in jail? No, no she does not) | requested by @/miraculousmelodies |

Interrupting Bats | T+ | Daminette | 2S | Damian was kidnapped and the Bats try to find him. Rewind: Damian wants to spend time with his girlfriend and the Bats have really bad timing | sequel | 1.7k | April ‘23

Brucinette | G | Brucinette | 1S | Mominette, long-lost lovers AU |

Daminette+John Constantine scribbles | G | Daminette, platonic Jasonette/Adrinette | S | mentor/big bro Jason, Mari yells at Gabriel, healing fic |

Angelwrath | T | Daminette | 1S | Demon AU, Arranged Marriage/Married Couple AU, inspired by @/salparadiselosts’s Demon in the Details AU |

Innocent | IbTS | T | Jasonette | S | Soulmate AU, Class Trip AU, class salt/sugar. Innocent just gives strong Jason vibes to me |

Stars Around My Scars | IbTS | T | Jasonette | S | Songfic series, Cardigan AU | requested by @/mochegato | 16.4k | March ‘23 | (complete)

How Marinette’s Family Grew | G | Jasonette | 1S | bio-mom Lady Shiva AU, twin AU (with Cass) |

gold rush | IbTS | G | Timari | 1S | Inspired by the TS song | 1k | March ‘23

Ladybug & Lightning | G | Daminette | S | Soulmate AU, soft (for Mari) Damian |

4+1 Daminette | T+ | Daminette | S | Arranged Marriage AU, Interrupting Bats AU |

Friends in Paris, Lovers in Gotham | G | Daminette | 1S | friends to lovers, ID shenanigans |

How to not Adopt a Pixie | T | Jasonette | 2S | hurt Mari, selectively mute Mari, shifter Mari, Goddess Mari |

Red Strings | G | Timari, platonic Jasonette/Daminette/Maribat | S | I went crazy on the ID shenanigans oop-, street kid Mari, Inspired by ‘Pixie of Gotham’ by AbyssalGuardian on ao3 |

Dark Knight of Gotham (Maribat Edition) | T | Daminette | S | Mafia AU | requested by @/miraculousmelodies |

Winter 2021/2022

Unnamed Drabble #4 | G | Jasonette | 1S | Jasonette fluff, parents AU |

Is this Hope just a Mystical Dream? | T+ | Jasonette | 2S | Soulmate AU where you meet your soulmate in a personalized deathscape when you die | Part 2 | April ‘24 |

Tears Streaming down your Face (I Said I’ll Never let you Go) | G | platonic Jasonette | 1S | Found a Family AU |

clover blooms in the fields/spring breaks loose, time is near | G/T | Alfred x Marinette | 1S |

Soulmates Soulhates | T | Daminette | S | Soulmate AU

Everything Has Changed | Marinette adoption AU, twisted (tbh I also forget what this is about-) |

Renagerie: Enemies or Lovers? | T | Jasonette | 1S | They hate each other’s guts...or do they? | Submitted for Day 11 of Jasonette July 2023 | 1.3k |

Neighbours AU | T | Jasonette | 2S | Joker dies :D (this has absolutely nothing to do with her, Monsieur Batman) | Part 2 |

It’s a Small World | G | Jasonette | 1S | Bio-sibling Timari, Mari knew the Waynes before she met them as Jason’s fiancee | 2.1k |

I Wanted a Date, Not a Spouse! | G | Jasonette | 1S | Marinette bemoans her dry love life to her aunt. Jason is done with dating and tells his mom if she wants a daughter-in-law to find one herself. He should've known she would take him seriously | 0.7k | April ‘23

March 2022

The Terrifying Trio | G | Daminette, platonic MariDanny | 1S | DCxMLBxDP. Everyone knew about the T3, as they called themselves. No one imagined they were real until they met them, and then they wished they hadn’t; the trio were far more terrifying than their tales | 1.3k | March ‘23

the lakes | IbTS | G | Daminette | 1S | Fluffy drabble inspired by the TS song |

Kaos | T | Jasonette | 2S | Kind of-Assassin Mari | sequel |

April 2023

Sugar & Bikes | MM | G | Jasonette | 1S | Biker meet car passenger…only Marinette's the biker | 0.4k |

Outflirting an Outlaw | MM | G | Roynette | 1S | Mari tries out a pick-up line | 0.15k |

Ice to Meet You | MM | G | Daminette | 1S | Marinette mistakes her new partner for her coach and a meet cute (meet ugly?) ensues | 1.1k |

Sweet Denials | T | Konnette | 1S | fluff & kisses | 0.3k |

Pixie Reviews: Nightwing vs Red Hood | MM + BMMDI | T | Jasonette | 1S | On patrol, Hood overhears a very interesting phone call from a very interesting woman | Requested by @/boldlyanxious | 0.5k |

you don’t need to save me | MM + BMMDI | T | Jasonette | 1S | "What if Jason is hunted/captured by someone trying to remake the Lazarus Pit" but make it meetcute | Requested by @/boldlyanxious | 2.5k |

The Very First Night | IbTS | M | Jasonette | 1S | Marinette and Jason's relationship inspired by the lyrics of the title song | 3.1k |

Pretty Petty Pranks | G | Brucinette | 1S | Prompt: “Damn right I'm pretty.”/“I said petty.” | Written for MGI SWB 2023, Unsubmitted | 1.5k |

All’s Fair in Love and Prank Wars | G | Jasonette, platonic Timari | 1S | Prompt: "Damn right I'm pretty."/"I said petty." | Written for MGI SWB 2023, Submitted | 1.7k |

maroon | T+ | Dickinette | 2S | Vampire King Dick meets civilian Marinette. CYOE | 3.3k | sequel |

Reputation AU | IbTS | M | Jasonette | S | Reputation-Inspired Alternate Universe where Jason and Marinette are soulmates. This is mostly Marinette-centric and about her healing, but there is some for my fellow Jason afficionados as well. Read TWs | 2k+ | (hiatus)

May 2023

Interrupting Bats Sequel | T+ | Daminette, JaySteph | Damian and Marinette get their revenge | 1k |

Look at those flowers that look like you | G | Jasonette | 1S | Hanahaki AU of my Reputation AU. May make more sense once RV is completed:) | Written for Hanahaki Hours 2023, Submitted/ Requested by @/the-coffee-fandom |

RMB (Rival Mob Boss) AU | MM + BMMDI | T+ | Jasonette | S | A series of one-shots and drabbles where Jason and Marinette are opposing mob bosses | 5.1k+ | (hiatus)

high tide came and brought you in | T | Jasonette |1S | Little Mermaid AU where Jason is Ariel and Marinette is Eric. One-sided Daminette. Reverse Robins AU | 6.5k | Written for MerMay 2023, Submitted/ Requested by @/wildbookcat |

June 2023

from all the memories stored in my heart | G | Timari | 1S | Angsty. Prompt: “Don’t forget who you belong to” but Safe For Coffee. | 1.3k | Requested by @/the-coffee-fandom |

Jasonette Fluff Drabble #1 | G | Jasonette | 1S | Fluff | 0.25k | Requested by @/sarcasticbambi |

Daffodil | Unrequited Love | G | Marikon, RavenBug | S | 0.25k| Angsty, open-ended. | Written for @/the-coffee-fandom’s Hanahaki Hours 2.0, Submitted. | sequel |

Cracket | G | Timari | 1S | Fluff and Crack | 0.6k | Written out of spite and dared to by @/boldlyanxious |

July 2023

you’re the hero flying around, saving face | T | platonic Adrinette | S | 1.1k | Angsty, bloody (I was depressed while I was writing it) | sequel |

RavenBug Angst | T | Ravenbug | S | 0.1k | Angsty, open-ended. Written to get my ao3 wc to 123,456 | For @/the-coffee-fandom | sequel |

long live all the magic we made | IbTS |  T | Jasonette | 1S | 9.5k | Long Live AU, small Danny Phantom crossover | 

September 2023

there was one prize I’d cheat to win | G | Daminette, Adrijon | 1.2k | Academic Rivals to Lovers (caused by some Jon & Alya Shenanigans), fluff & humour | For Ella |

October 2023

tomorrow’s a flower | MM | G | Cassinette | 1k | Meet cute-turned-flowery-romance | Fluff | For @/ramos123 |

October Drabble Requests Masterlist

January 2024

Timari January Day 30 - Blanket | G | Timari | 200 | Fluff | For @/velveteenshadow |

February 2024

sparks fly (like a fireworks show) | IbTS | T | Jasonette | 1S | 1.8k | Fluff/Angst | Maribat? Get In! 2024 Civil War: Jasonette Supremacy 2.0 team submission |

nothing lasts forever (say you’ll remember me) | IbTS | T | Jasonette | 2S | 1.0k | Angst | Maribat? Get In! 2024 Civil War: Jasonette Supremacy 2.0 team submission | sequel |

call it what you want | IbTS | G | Jasonette | 1S | 1.7k | Fluff, Domestic | Maribat? Get In! 2024 Civil War: Jasonette Supremacy 2.0 team submission |

summer’s a knife (it’s a cruel summer) | IbTS | T | Jasonette | 1S | 2.2k | Meet Cute-ish, Angst | Maribat? Get In! 2024 Civil War: Jasonette Supremacy 2.0 team submission |

i knew you’d linger (like a tattoo kiss) | IbTS | T | Jasonette | S | 0.5k | Fluff | Maribat? Get In! 2024 Civil War: Jasonette Supremacy 2.0 team submission | Cardigan AU |

i could be the way forward (i know i’ll pay for it) | IbTS | G | Jasonette | 2S | 1.6k | Fluff, Angst | Maribat? Get In! 2024 Civil War: Jasonette Supremacy 2.0 team submission | prequel |

it was all by design (’cause i’m a mastermind) | IbTS | G | Jasonette | 1S | 2.3k | Fluff, minor Angst | Maribat? Get In! 2024 Civil War: Jasonette Supremacy 2.0 team submission |

March 2024

Stupid in Love | T | Timari | 1S | 2.4k | Fluff | Shutterbug Server Angst v Fluff 2024 submission |

April 2024

angel, don’t fly so close to me (i’ll pull you down eventually) | MM | T | Jasonette | 1S | 0.4k | Fluff |

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