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Tf 141 cursed with immortality through repetitive reincarnation and with every life a newed, they find you— fall in love again and again, despite knowing what awaits them once the dust settles and they are faced with another you, and they can’t help but love you as much as their first.
They promise to find you in every life, even if you weren’t connected to them like they are with each other, and that makes you even feel guiltier of loving them— of falling for them.
But there’s no way around those feelings, not when you know that you could make the most out of your life with them now and only hope that it lessens the missing, makes the search less painful, less of the heart aching, as they are inevitably- and so cruelly- cursed to fall in love again and again for someone who eludes their ever present grasps as yours fade in time.
Just another thought to this reincarnation-soulmate AU of mine (even more tragic and fantastical take lol) Also was scrolling thru pinterest and found this gem that made my neurons activate LMAO
Smth smth tf 141 as dragon princes and they’re looking for a harem to satiate their curse but instead fall in love with human you, found during one of their conquest as they finally take over the human kingdom and you as their last and sole heir
Alas, they’re corrupt, hearts blackened ever so slowly from a curse left uncured since birth. One that has been thru timelines and only ever once undone by an unnamed and banished forefather-- forgotten and erased by time for shame for what they did.
But once they chanced on the opportunity to hold you in their arms, they felt like they could breath easier— heart lighter of the chains that bind it
Though not all is well on your end, from the distasteful looks of the other people in their harem to the mistreatment of the servants onto you, you’re left spiting the very men who caused your people’s downfall
Your compassion holds you still of ill will, but the burn of watching your home crumble lingers and overthrows those empathetic emotions
So you’re avoidant, doing everything possible to get enough funds and escape the castle
Yet the dragons are insistent, loving the chase even, as they revel in the feeling of catching you and entrapping you in their chambers once more
Its a nightmarish cycle until the darkness no longer lingers above the land of the princes
Mind and hearts now clear of any curse— and they are free.
Except you aren't.
You’re still trapped.
But now that they’re more willing- you use this to your advantage, lure them into a false sense of security, doing anything of their whims just to get them to trust you
After awhile, you do get that opportunity, but are now held back by the memories you shared with them, goal now blurry as do the lines from that define them as good or bad in your tale.
They are bad! You convince yourself.
But that wasn’t truly them— they were cursed. The other voice in your speaks.
Pushed onto a life they had no control over, just. Like. You. It continues to debate.
And this one moment of hesitation ruins everything.
Plans foiled and back to step 1 you went.
A/N: blurbies from all the manhwa inspired stuff i read before kjdsfkjdlkf (masterlist of my other stuff 'cause i swear i have proper format brainrot on other stuff there)
What if you were unraveling the conspiracy behind your neighbors' (Tf 141) relationship with each other and their wives?
A/N: this is takin inspo from The Two Hot Takes Podcast on reading the story of "AITAH for hating my wife's creepy 'hobby project'?" and @beloveds-embrace work on Lavender Marriage AU (<33 nomming it sm recently)
So, hear me out before the brain worms consume my brain and leave with me nothing to work with in the future--
You just moved in to this suburban neighborhood, and its quite typical with its similar lookin' houses and white picket fences. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for your neighbors who were ex-military and were quite friendly the first day you came.
So much so that it made your 'tsismis' senses work overdrive as you found yourself gazing out your window one night, coffee in hand, as you sat by your window sill-- staring at your left neighbors living room window where Kyle's hand was creeping too lowly around Johnny's waist to be considered a "bro hug."
From then on, the longer you stayed, the stronger your antennas became to those tiny little moments you happened to catch glimpses of.
As their new and quiet neighbor, you often accepted their invitations, wanting to learn more about them (and the underlying secrets behind their relationship.)
All of four of them and their partners looked a little too painted perfectly, with the men retired whereas the women were still working part time-- often out on some long business trips you often heard about them converse about at barbecues. These trips were such a common occurrence that it was normal for the other guys to host meals at one of each other's houses, sometimes rotating for each other's turn or eating out together.
When those days happen, the lights in one of their rooms often stayed on all night.
'Maybe they're just doing men stuff in their designated man caves in their houses,' you thought to yourself, sipping a margarita John made in expertise with some bar flair.
It was another brunch without the other ladies in sight and from the amount of times you've hung out without, you start to see them getting loose-- getting careless.
More brave with the sneaky touches you see them share quickly as you pass the kitchen or the patio.
You note that Kyle likes wrapping his arm around the others often, and you swear you could see his forearm flex as he reached to grip something from that person's behind. Johnny is more physical, playfully fighting and creating this palpable tension that permeates the room before John dissipates it every time. Speaking of him, you think he's more of an 'acts of service' type of guy from the way the others would give these hooded looks whenever he does something small but caring for them. Simon-- oh he was a tough nut to crack from the way his lower face was covered by this mask that you only got moments of seeing during meals or sharing a drink, but you swear if you could see his mouth, you would know why Johnny's ears turned red when Simon whispered something in his ear or when he surprised Kyle from behind with his hands deep into his pockets, mask moving (indicating he was saying something but you couldn't make it out from your own living room window) as he talks to a semi-trembling Kyle on the grassy lawn.
All of these pieces you've picked up on and strewn it all about on a board you bought from a crafts store. With points leading to your written logs, photos, drawings, and papers tied to their background.
The photos- albeit hastily taken and quite blurry- and other evidences you've managed to scrounge together weren't incriminating enough (yet), you try various means to get closer to them. Even though they may or may not have misinterpreted this intention.
Despite all the effort you're putting into your "passion project"-- all you wanted to do was to answer the singular point with a hastily scribbled question mark.
'Were they all fucking each other behind their wives back?'
Oh, you couldn't wait to play detective and piece together the mystery.
What if you were unraveling the conspiracy behind your neighbors' (Tf 141) relationship with each other and their wives?
A/N: this is takin inspo from The Two Hot Takes Podcast on reading the story of "AITAH for hating my wife's creepy 'hobby project'?" and @beloveds-embrace work on Lavender Marriage AU (<33 nomming it sm recently)
So, hear me out before the brain worms consume my brain and leave with me nothing to work with in the future--
You just moved in to this suburban neighborhood, and its quite typical with its similar lookin' houses and white picket fences. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for your neighbors who were ex-military and were quite friendly the first day you came.
So much so that it made your 'tsismis' senses work overdrive as you found yourself gazing out your window one night, coffee in hand, as you sat by your window sill-- staring at your left neighbors living room window where Kyle's hand was creeping too lowly around Johnny's waist to be considered a "bro hug."
From then on, the longer you stayed, the stronger your antennas became to those tiny little moments you happened to catch glimpses of.
As their new and quiet neighbor, you often accepted their invitations, wanting to learn more about them (and the underlying secrets behind their relationship.)
All of four of them and their partners looked a little too painted perfectly, with the men retired whereas the women were still working part time-- often out on some long business trips you often heard about them converse about at barbecues. These trips were such a common occurrence that it was normal for the other guys to host meals at one of each other's houses, sometimes rotating for each other's turn or eating out together.
When those days happen, the lights in one of their rooms often stayed on all night.
'Maybe they're just doing men stuff in their designated man caves in their houses,' you thought to yourself, sipping a margarita John made in expertise with some bar flair.
It was another brunch without the other ladies in sight and from the amount of times you've hung out without, you start to see them getting loose-- getting careless.
More brave with the sneaky touches you see them share quickly as you pass the kitchen or the patio.
You note that Kyle likes wrapping his arm around the others often, and you swear you could see his forearm flex as he reached to grip something from that person's behind. Johnny is more physical, playfully fighting and creating this palpable tension that permeates the room before John dissipates it every time. Speaking of him, you think he's more of an 'acts of service' type of guy from the way the others would give these hooded looks whenever he does something small but caring for them. Simon-- oh he was a tough nut to crack from the way his lower face was covered by this mask that you only got moments of seeing during meals or sharing a drink, but you swear if you could see his mouth, you would know why Johnny's ears turned red when Simon whispered something in his ear or when he surprised Kyle from behind with his hands deep into his pockets, mask moving (indicating he was saying something but you couldn't make it out from your own living room window) as he talks to a semi-trembling Kyle on the grassy lawn.
All of these pieces you've picked up on and strewn it all about on a board you bought from a crafts store. With points leading to your written logs, photos, drawings, and papers tied to their background.
The photos- albeit hastily taken and quite blurry- and other evidences you've managed to scrounge together weren't incriminating enough (yet), you try various means to get closer to them. Even though they may or may not have misinterpreted this intention.
Despite all the effort you're putting into your "passion project"-- all you wanted to do was to answer the singular point with a hastily scribbled question mark.
'Were they all fucking each other behind their wives back?'
Oh, you couldn't wait to play detective and piece together the mystery.
What if you were unraveling the conspiracy behind your neighbors' (Tf 141) relationship with each other and their wives?
A/N: this is takin inspo from The Two Hot Takes Podcast on reading the story of "AITAH for hating my wife's creepy 'hobby project'?" and @beloveds-embrace work on Lavender Marriage AU (<33 nomming it sm recently)
So, hear me out before the brain worms consume my brain and leave with me nothing to work with in the future--
You just moved in to this suburban neighborhood, and its quite typical with its similar lookin' houses and white picket fences. Nothing out of the ordinary, except for your neighbors who were ex-military and were quite friendly the first day you came.
So much so that it made your 'tsismis' senses work overdrive as you found yourself gazing out your window one night, coffee in hand, as you sat by your window sill-- staring at your left neighbors living room window where Kyle's hand was creeping too lowly around Johnny's waist to be considered a "bro hug."
From then on, the longer you stayed, the stronger your antennas became to those tiny little moments you happened to catch glimpses of.
As their new and quiet neighbor, you often accepted their invitations, wanting to learn more about them (and the underlying secrets behind their relationship.)
All of four of them and their partners looked a little too painted perfectly, with the men retired whereas the women were still working part time-- often out on some long business trips you often heard about them converse about at barbecues. These trips were such a common occurrence that it was normal for the other guys to host meals at one of each other's houses, sometimes rotating for each other's turn or eating out together.
When those days happen, the lights in one of their rooms often stayed on all night.
'Maybe they're just doing men stuff in their designated man caves in their houses,' you thought to yourself, sipping a margarita John made in expertise with some bar flair.
It was another brunch without the other ladies in sight and from the amount of times you've hung out without, you start to see them getting loose-- getting careless.
More brave with the sneaky touches you see them share quickly as you pass the kitchen or the patio.
You note that Kyle likes wrapping his arm around the others often, and you swear you could see his forearm flex as he reached to grip something from that person's behind. Johnny is more physical, playfully fighting and creating this palpable tension that permeates the room before John dissipates it every time. Speaking of him, you think he's more of an 'acts of service' type of guy from the way the others would give these hooded looks whenever he does something small but caring for them. Simon-- oh he was a tough nut to crack from the way his lower face was covered by this mask that you only got moments of seeing during meals or sharing a drink, but you swear if you could see his mouth, you would know why Johnny's ears turned red when Simon whispered something in his ear or when he surprised Kyle from behind with his hands deep into his pockets, mask moving (indicating he was saying something but you couldn't make it out from your own living room window) as he talks to a semi-trembling Kyle on the grassy lawn.
All of these pieces you've picked up on and strewn it all about on a board you bought from a crafts store. With points leading to your written logs, photos, drawings, and papers tied to their background.
The photos- albeit hastily taken and quite blurry- and other evidences you've managed to scrounge together weren't incriminating enough (yet), you try various means to get closer to them. Even though they may or may not have misinterpreted this intention.
Despite all the effort you're putting into your "passion project"-- all you wanted to do was to answer the singular point with a hastily scribbled question mark.
'Were they all fucking each other behind their wives back?'
Oh, you couldn't wait to play detective and piece together the mystery.
The hill i’ll kill people on is that I believe in Tf 141 poly only after mw2 and during mw3 it develops— and during the betrayal au in my hc, they actually have the opportunity to grow closer but are distraught at the truth that they only had that chance because you had to sacrifice for it
Become the villain, be their object of hatred— only for it to be a facade to force a fate on you instead of Soap
It was a price you dearly paid— they paid, as they read whatever was left of your journal discovered in one of Makarov’s bases
It was a mess.
Nothing short of clean or any spot clear of paper, notes, string—
They then see the board, drawings of locations they’ve had missions to during mw2-3.
Somehow you knew everything.
And once they saw how desperate the repeated circles were drawn around Soap’s name and face, they knew it had to tied to him
So, in the midst of searching for Makarov, they’re picking up the pieces of your missions— lingering plans that still existed in his bases and slowly, they’re getting the picture
And once they get Makarov, they’ll definitely know why you had to go— why you had to leave
Why you had to die for them to be together.
Am I planning this plot like its a dual story with the squad (post-mw3) presently retracing your story while it gets recounted in a flashbacm thru the reader’s POV? (Yes— also whatta mouthful to write lol)
Yapping about the TF 141 reincarnation-soulmate au
‘Cause I wanna put out something (my brains worms are too itchy they need to be let out) but care not for formats so here we are
I was working thru a one-shot but mentally died at how i kept thinking of how the next line would go and i didnt want that pressure when im alrd being crushed by acads lol
OG Idea here! Masterlist here!
Chaotic reading ahead
Price feels guilty for proposing the idea to the guys that there maybe a 5th person involved
He’s seeing their relationship crumble before his very eyes as each recon and intelligence gathering mission comes out empty and a bust
They’re all down in dumps
Until one day, the new recruits come in and they feel a tingle inside of them
Sensing this familiar feeling, they all looked at each other and dressed up as fast as they could
Running thru the base and the courtyards were all of the new recruits were situated
Seeing these high ranking men come out, the newbies immediately stood at attention and saluted
Collecting themselves (they had to at least try to keep an image of decency) they nodded and commanded them to be at ease
Once they did, they split up and went to follow the wringling feeling thats feathering up in their soul
They can feel its pulsation growing louder
Their hair standing on ends
And then you lock eyes with them.
Immediately, their eyes shine.
But they were so happy that they had ignored your’s hadn’t.
That zing? Never happened.
But why would they care? They only cared about touching you the moment they saw you.
Thats what exactly Soap did— gathering you in his arms and he could just feel at how his soul be put back together, healed and whole.
The others did the same in a group hug, crying and sighing in relief.
The emotions were high and all the memories were overloading their brains.
So they missed it.
Missed at how you screamed bloody murder for them to let you go.
Missed at how you were begging to be stopped being thrown around.
Missed at how you tears were in fear— not happiness.
You didn’t know what was happening— why these high ranking officers were suddenly muffling you in their arms, touching you in all sorts of ways that just made it so inappropriate, uncomfortable, and just inconsiderate of how you felt.
You didn’t like being snuck up on or people touching you.
It was just too much.
So much so that the other people in your previous squad ran to get a superior, because there was no way in hell they were getting four burly men off you.
Only when Soap had finally calmed down did he notice and felt how you were in distress and disarray that he roared for his other partners to let go.
This snaps the three of them out of and they stare down at you— red eyes, tears stricken cheeks, hands shaking
Oh they fucked up.
But why?
They couldn’t ask why until they were shoved aside by a medic who was trying to calm you down and take your vitals— your mates somewhat besides you as they try to relax you as well
The tf 141 men hear a booming voice behind them and they knew they were in deeeeeeep trouble with Laswell
The men were happy but guilty— what happened? Was meeting all four of them at the same time overwhelming for your psyche? Did soul memories overload you?
Did those memories traumatize you?
What were you doing before you all meet again?
Even with all their memories intact, the last memory they could search for you in their subconsciousness was one of their firsts lives with you
And they feel so fucking bad that its been eons since they’ve last seen you.
It goes so far back- way too back that there’s not enough time in this timeline to make it up to you, and they’ve already fucked it all up.
Seeing your adverse reaction to them being in the same room made their hearts sink, throats tight despite the their souls singing at the sight of you.
You were so scared of them.
Seated so far away from them as your eyes screamed for them to stay away, but they couldn’t— not when you’re like this…
But Laswell snaps them out of it, explaining the point that it was because of them that you were acting like this, reacting like this.
So, they stayed still, obeyed and did what they were told— only so they could have a chance to hold you, pamper you, treat you so well that you’ll always remember to go back to them.
Though, their feel their souls burn at the thought of you already being taken and being violated through their force of forcing a soul connection with you earlier.
How were you already taken?
You shrugged, saying that your current partner was there for you, even if you didn’t have a zing.
You…didn’t have… a zing?
But, didn’t you feel them earlier— when your eyes connected to their’s?
No, you didn’t.
You just heard their stomping and looked up to see it, only for those same boots to go running straight at you like a stampede.
You didn’t know why didn’t you feel anything.
And they don’t know what’s worse.
To have not met you and kept chasing forever.
Or to be healed up again, only to be broken once more by the very person who fixed it.
