we will meet again

... and so it was fated. if there was a life after this, she was determined that they would be in it together. original and canon characters penned by amanda. 21+. EST. some of these characters will be featured in brief blurbs of writing, some in full fics and others are just mere ideas that haven't been put into full creation.

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𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐂'𝐒 & 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

a blog dedicated to original characters, lore expansion and the fics related to various fandoms i will ( or wont ) write. sideblog of reincarnationwrites ⸻ penned by ( amanda, est, she/her, 25+ )

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i'm really visual about things, so for the purposes of my fic writing, i have re-cast ( some ) of the roles of the quileute pack!

disclaimer: i fully acknowledge that taylor lautner doesn't have confirmed native american ancestry, but i kept him as the cast for jacob because of resources. a more appropriate fc option might have been braeden clarke, bronson pelletier, carey price, philip bread or cha-tah ellem. for other fantastic indigenous fcs, i highly recommend checking out indigenousfcsdirectory on tumblr!

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introducing... the chosen, katherine goodman ⸺ featured in the pull between us, a twilight au fic

born the biological daughter of jane whitmore nee rothford and henry whitmore, the couples marriage begins to crumble shortly after the birth of their first and only daughter - a divorce finalizing just shy of the girls fourth birthday.

soon after, jane whitmore met joseph goodman ( a member of the quilete tribe visiting seattle for business ) and the two fell in love ( later, after they'd been married for years, living across the country on the north east and he phased into a wolf due to the presence of vampires within the area, it would be acknowledged that their instant connection was due to an imprint making itself known even before the first shift ).

though there was debate of returning to the safety and sanctuary of the tribe, neither of the goodmans wished to uproot the lives and prosperity they'd built for themselves ; a decision which would ultimately cost them their lives. witnessing her mother torn apart by one of the vampires within the area, and her stepfather go mad with rage and grief at the death of his imprint, sustaining injuries he was incapable of healing from despite the victory he claimed against the bloodsuckers, katherine buried both her parents in one fell swoop.

broken, her ailing grandmother, elaine goodman, insists she return with her to la push - if only to be around family until she can figure out what she wants to do next.

arriving in the area shortly after bella swan runs off to arizona and the cullens killed james - katherine spends weeks to herself, acclimating herself to the area and slowly making a place for herself in the community her stepfather had once called home. it's only after a run, where she has a chance encounter with a phased seth clearwater that her life takes a turn.

NOTE: katherine goodman is the biological daughter of jane goodman and henry whitmore, but officially adopted by her stepfather, joseph goodman, at the age of ten. ultimately, she is the imprintee of jared cameron, paul lahote and jacob black. katherine is portrayted by hannah dodd

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𝐊𝐏𝐃𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

JINU, driving Baby and Y/N: So how was your day? BABY: We almost got surprise adopted! JINU: What? Y/N: We almost got kidnapped. JINU: Oh, okay. JINU: * slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

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𝐊𝐏𝐃𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

JINU: You're right. Y/N: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

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𝐊𝐏𝐃𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

Y/N, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. ABBY: Hey. MYSTERY: Hi. JINU: Hello. ROMANCE: Hey! Y/N: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! BABY: We were out of Doritos.

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𝐊𝐏𝐃𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

READER: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. MYSTERY: You were flirting with Jinu. READER: So what? He’s my boyfriend. MYSTERY: You asked him if he were single. READER: MYSTERY: And then you cried when he said he wasn’t.

[jennifercheckwannabeme]

where?

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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

BABY: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Y/N: >:O language MYSTERY: Yeah watch your fucking language ABBY: OKAY WHO TAUGHT MYSTERY THE FUCK WORD? ROMANCE: 'The fuck word'. JINU: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time MYSTERY: Oh my god they censored it ROMANCE: Say fuck, Jinu. MYSTERY: Do it, Jinu. Say fuck.

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𝐊𝐏𝐃𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

Y/N: Is something burning? ROMANCE: Just my love for you. Y/N: Romance, the toaster is on fire.

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𝐊𝐏𝐃𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

Y/N: What do you think Baby will do for a distraction? JINU: He'll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That's what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* JINU: ....or he'll do that.

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𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

PART ONE ; Though you have more personalized nicknames for each of the boys ( teasing and serious alike ), there are a handful that you use interchangeably between the five for one reason or another.

BABY.

Largely to anyone but Baby, particularly when he’s annoying you or done something he shouldn’t have… you like to watch how slowly, his face will become red. How his eyes narrow in silent warning. How huffy he gets. Eventually, it gets to a point where he’s partially growling in frustration. He’ll stomp over to you, snatch you up into his arms in what you tease is a surprising amount of strength, and drag you away from the others. He’ll hoard you like a dragon would a pile of gold, hissing at the others until they back off… at least until he’s sure he’s back in your good graces and he knows you won’t be referring to anyone else as Baby anytime soon ( and of course he knows you will tease him about the temper tantrum he threw before affectionately saying his name again ). 

SONGBIRD.

Mostly because the boys have taken to crafting little lyrics and verses that do not belong in songs produced for the masses by the Saja Boys, but belong solely to  you. It’s like they’ve cracked open their chests and presented you their heart on a silver platter. Usually, it’s entirely harmless. Little words sung to you with an all knowing smirk that sends you blushing and stuttering until you’re burying your head into one of their chests in embarrassment and saying something along the lines of ‘thats enough songbird.’ And then, there are those times where it’s too much. Too emotional for them to truly process because they’re splitting themselves open and spilling their soul at your feet. It’s only when you’re alone with one of them, but you’ll lead them with care until they’re seated and you can pull them into your chest, fingers carding slowly through their hair, lips pressed against their skull with soft murmurs of affirmation and reassurance. It’s okay, songbird, you’ll murmur, I heard you.   

MY PIECES.

It’s usually a response to when they refer to you as their soul. At first, you’d been a little surprised, because you, being their soul? Ridiculous. But after a while - after you’d come to really understand why they felt that way? You’d softened, simply smiled and shook your head. If I’m your soul, it’s only because it’s made up of all your pieces.  

a/n: I have a few more ideas bouncing around my head for little names similar to Baby - of how you use their names ( or notable traits ) to affectionately refer to the others in order to rile them up and make them pout. Should I make a part one and a half to include those, or just roll into individualize nicknames you have for them and they have for you?

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𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥

( a reader x saja boys oneshot )

the saja boys have to make a choice ; destroy the honmoon, or help humanity. there are pros and cons with each, but the only nonnegotiable? you. a/n. ( based on this request ) hopefully this is along the lines of what you were looking for! word count: 1,977

It had been the sun creeping between the curtains that had woken you. Lazily, you’d rolled, body arching in a stretch before your frame collides with someone behind you. Something, your sleepy brain corrects at the feel of velvety fur tickling the nape of your neck and the content rumble you receive for finally acknowledging the beast beside you. Eyes cracked open and sleep addled giggles had bubbled beyond your lips at the thought that one of the boys had slipped from your bed and oh so thoughtfully left Derpy behind in their place ( knowing you’ve grown familiar to weight settled onto the mattress beside you and that a chill creeps in all too easily as the weather begins to turn ). Yet the noise was as quick to fizzle out as it was to begin, that content haziness of sleep popping when you remember why they’re absent. 

You’d spent the last two weeks attempting to convince them that there was another option - another way - but the fear Gwi-Ma sang into their ears had left each stony in resolve. you’ll be safe, jinu had murmured one night after the others had disappeared off to their own rooms and you’d remained curled on the couch, frame tucked up against his larger one while a movie long forgotten played on the screen before you, if we do this - if we succeed, you’ll be safe. He promised. He swore. The words had come out as if they’d been certain. Spoken in unwavering faith. Yet when you’d tipped your head back to look at him, you’d been capable of seeing the doubt creep into his eyes ; but instead of calling him out, you'd simply nodded, not wanting to drag it out into another fight. 

Pushing out a harsh breath at the memory, your body finished the roll, arm coming up to embrace the large tiger and bury your face into his fur. Surprisingly, it had been Mystery who’d let slip what their grand plain was. The personality he wore for fans slid off, leaving in its place the face of concern. You’d acted as a sounding board plenty of times for Baby as he sat huddled over a note pad, repeatedly scribbling and scratching out lyrics and chewing on the eraser at the end of a pencil - but Mystery? It had been a bit of a surprise. Almost as if you'd reversed roles, you'd silently listened to him lay it all out as you’d padded down the street, grocery bag dangling from his fingers as knuckles flexed white around its handles. You’re all that matters. You’re our soul - and He knows that. Maybe Huntrix is the better option, but they aren’t a guarantee. And you? We’d never risk you. 

At some point, you’d managed to push yourself up out of bed to slip from your room, phone left behind on the nightstand. The idea of chasing after them - appearing at the Idol Awards and begging them to change their minds had ghosted through your thoughts on more than one occasion over the past several weeks ; but now that the day had come? Your limbs lead. They’d asked ( begged ) you to stay at the apartment where you were safe. Well away from the chaos and any fighting that might break out. Where we can grab you - keep you safe - if it comes down to it, Baby’s voice whispers in your head. 

No media, your brain compromises. The anticipation of the day would be bad enough, the last thing you needed was to sit glued to your phone constantly refreshing, or worse - watching the Awards live. Not with what you knew.

They’re close, Romance had stated to you one day, the teasing quip usually reserved for you notably absent to the point that you’d stopped scrolling your phone from your place on his bed to straighten and look over at him. To sealing the honmoon. If they succeed… it’s likely we’ll be trapped beneath it with Gwi-Ma and the rest of the demons. You can still recall how he’d sat so still, eyes unfocused as if lost a memory or thought he was trying to put into words before hues had risen in the mirror and stared at your reflection. I will forever think it was worth selling my soul to get here, to you. But if we’re separated, sweetheart I - there had been no completion to the thought ; not when patterns had shimmered over skin that faint purple and eyes shone golden - a clear display of warring emotions. You’d merely risen to comfort him, front pressed to his back, arms loose around his shoulders. 

You find little things to keep you busy throughout the day. Dishes left from the evening before. Laundry that has long been neglected due to the boys ( and your own ) schedules. Dusting of the shelves that are scattered throughout the apartment. Tasks that were bound to make Abby scoff and grasp your fingers, kissing the tip of each tenderly before snapping at the rest of the boys to stop being lazy. That his Princess shouldn’t have to do manual labor. The thought of the scold makes you snort aloud, once again wondering if the demon is even aware what actual manual labor rather than chores look like. Maybe another little education lesson, you think in amusement, if things work out. When, your brain corrects with a sigh. 

At some point, you settle for making dinner. Little dishes each of the boys have admitted to liking or missing from a life long forgotten. You tell yourself it’s the least they deserve after everything they’ve given up because of Gwi-Ma ( and maybe, just maybe, it’s meant to be a reward for coming back to you ).  But by the time the table has set and everything is ready, you glance at the clock and frown. It’s barely seven and you have no idea when ( if ) to expect them back. A shower, you reason, and then they’ll be home.

When the water cuts and you’re wrapped up in a towel as soft as sin, darkness has fallen outside and silence blankets the apartment. You drag yourself through each of their rooms - grabbing something to drape yourself in. Abby’s sweatshirt. Mystery’s sweats. Romance’s socks. Jinu’s pillow. A blanket from Baby’s bed. By the time your collection is complete, you’re shuffling back to the living room to build yourself a nest upon the couch ( hues continuing to flicker in the direction of the door as if willing it to open ). Fingers twitch - contemplating turning on the television just for a glance - but you stop yourself because… what if it’s worked? What if you’ve allowed them to place you onto such a high pedestal that they’ve sacrificed thousands of others? And what if it hasn’t? What if Huntrix succeeds without them and the honmoon seals them away from you forever? What if last night had been it? The last time you’d be able to watch Mystery and Baby exchange a look and smirk as Jinu walked himself right into some carefully planned set up the two had crafted? The last time Abby scooped you up into his arms while you squealed your protest and pleaded for one of the others to save you despite the giggles that were so quick to break up the noise? The last time you sat perched on the counter in Romance’s bathroom while he held your chin in his hands as if you were made of glass as you allowed him to work through some ridiculous seventeen step skin care routine? 

The tears start slow - but by the time you realize they’ve started to fall at all, you’re dissolving into frame rattling sobs, crumpling into yourself as fingers grasp the blanket as if it’s a lifeline. They’ve each made bold claims ( proclamations ) of how you’re their soul. How eternity now seems so meaningless if you aren’t with them. That the thing that had truly been missing during their human years hadn’t been food, or fame, or any number of things, but you. That you - you are the best of everything. The sun and moon and stars while they’re the black sky that makes sure you shine. But they’ve never realized just how much they mean in return. How the sun and the moon and the stars are nothing without something to make them shine. How your life had been so noticeably empty, so monotonous, so meaningless before them. That those things they call flaws - that haunt them and bind them to Gwi-Ma are the exact things that made you fall in love with them in the first place ( the things that make them so achingly human despite their claims otherwise ).

“Sunshine,” the word is soft, a hand brushing over a shoulder as if to sooth you back into a state of wakefulness rather than rip you from whatever dreams ( or nightmares ) you’d cried yourself to exhaustion within. “Sunshine, soul, what are you doing on the couch?” for the second time that day, you find yourself blinking slowly, and for the second time, you’re greeted with blue. Not the deep, sapphire of Derpy’s fur, but rather the seafoam of Baby’s hair. The beanie he favors is gone, locks askew and he looks worse for wear, but he’s alive. Your chest is hitching - arms fumbling to untangle from within the sheets before you’re all but throwing yourself at him. There’s no quiet rumbling tease to accompany the action ( you must be my biggest fan, throwing yourself at my like that sunshine. Should I tell the others that I’m your favorite? ), but rather arms reaching for you in turn, head burying in your shoulder. You’re babbling - tears refreshed anew - and only realize the others are crowded nearby when you move back to take a proper look at him, that you allow the emotions you’d spent the entire day trying to push down.

You’re unceremoniously passed between each of them ; refamiliarizing yourself with the way they look. The way they smell. The way they feel. It’s only once your tears dry up and they swear several times that it’s over - that they aren’t going anywhere, that the story of what had happened begins to unravel ( but not before you insist on seeing to each of their cuts and bruises as they do so ; promises of them being healed by morning falling on deaf ears ). They talk about how they’d gotten to the dressing room at the Idol Awards and sat around quietly following one last run through leading up to the live performance. How they’d had to resist the urge to go home - back to you. How they realized, as much as you might tell them to do whatever they felt was best, the sacrifice of thousands would hang over all of your heads. It had been Jinu who’d proposed revisiting helping Huntrix, and when the five had all crowded themselves into their rivals dressing room, it had nearly all fallen apart before it could begin ( too much bickering from the children, Jinu groaned, shooting you an exasperated, knowing look that had sent the first giggle through your frame since they’d come back to you ). What happened after that, according to Mystery, was a half-assed, last second plan with a lot of luck and a few close calls ( when you learned of Jinu’s reckless action to save Rumi, you’d frowned, told him you were proud, and then smacked him upside the back of the head before going on a five minute long, hissed tangent about recklessness and idiocy ). 

At the end, you’re sniffling, the sleeve of Abby’s sweatshirt wet from how frequently you’ve wiped at your eyes ( and despite the cringe of discomfort Romance gives when he notices, he wisely keeps his mouth shut ). “Idiots,” you mumble. “Next time… next time something like this happens, we do it together or not at all. Got it?”