#multiple lives

[chaossss-left-shoe]

Slay the princess! This game literally has all my favorite elements in a story

[plotbunnybreeder]

Chasing after Gold

a Viktuuri reincarnation microfic

Across too many lives and thousands of years, Victor chased after his love. In each life his love was from a higher caste, or more talented, or more popular, or more successful than him. His love was always far kinder, always surrounded by others who loved and cared for him, too.

Victor studied, trained, sometimes even fought and killed for the right to be at his love's side.

Sometimes Victor failed. Sometimes Victor didn't meet his love before one of them died or, in one awful life, Victor failed to recognize his love before his love married someone else. They needed to make eye contact for Victor to recognize his love and a kiss to seal their bond.

Whenever he succeeded and finally kissed his love, the memories of their lives slowly returned to his love.

They spent weeks crying and making love together when they first reunited, and whenever Victor failed to reunite them the life before.

In his latest life, Victor was blessed with talent, looks, and the popularity that followed those blessings. He trained hard in order to be known throughout the globe, achingly aware of how many more people lived across farther reaches than in any of his past lives.

He met as many people as he could, agreeing to attend countless gatherings, accidentally gaining a promiscuous reputation in his search for his love. The blur of faces from numerous countries made him forgetful of all but those he spent the most time with or the competitors he needed to stay on top of.

He adopted a dog to curb his loneliness and because his love always adored dogs, even if they didn't always have one of their own.

Then, at another skating competition where he won another cold medal and planned to go back to another empty hotel room, he noticed someone's eyes on him. He reflexively offered to take a commemorative photo, thinking it was a fan, and then their eyes met.

His love stared back at him and all too soon his love's face warped with pain and he walked away from Victor.

His coach stopped him from following his love, citing press conferences and interviews and Victor realized his attention carried more weight in this life than in any before it. He would not risk their reunion failing due to overzealous tabloids.

For the first time in years Victor looked forward to a Grand Prix banquet, and quickly caught sight of his love, who Chris informed him was named Yuuri Katsuki. He agonized over how to approach his love, the pained reaction from earlier at the front of his mind.

His love drank flute after flute of champagne, and then they were dancing and laughing together and Victor wondered if this life would be easy; that they would kiss and reunite and Victor would convince Yuri to skate with him in Russia and...

Then Yuuri said he would compete for Victor. That we would have a dance-off with Yuri, win, and earn Victor as his coach for his reward.

Was this what all those lives were for? To prepare Victor for how it felt to be pursued? To grant him wisdom to guide Yuuri on his path to chase after Victor's resume of achievements this time?

Maybe this time, they were chasing after each other.

[bshocommons]

I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life.

Sylvia Plath

[gleekingdom]

I have no idea why but I love the plot idea, of two characters like who have known each other over different lifetimes. And like over reincarnation and even if they don't remember each other, in every lifetime they fall in love. XD I haven't even seen it in that many stories I know but I've just always liked the idea when I see it done.

[suthrnchik2582]

[evil-arts-writing-roleplay]

Soft snow dusted her face as the beginnings of the spell tumbled from her lips like a silent prayer.

A thick coating of snow covered the ground they sat on, pressed up against the cover of the tree they leant against, his teeth lodged in the soft flesh of her neck whist the heavy pulsing of magic flowed around them, ancient words spilling from Hazels lips as Kol slowly drank from her helping induce a state of weakness and near death.

Like pale ghosts almost invisible against the glistening snow, they came to her. One by one each of them appeared called forward through time by the old magic that tied their fates together the same fate that had cursed them and forced them to endure a continual cycle of devastation, loss and death.

Slowly each presence gently approached the pair, though only visible to Hazel, Kol could feel that they were no longer alone through the bond of magic that enclosed the pair. It was almost as if they sensed that she was finally weak enough, the slow and steady blood loss now making her all the more vulnerable that they then converged on the couple, each one gently placing their hand upon Hazel’s chest, the contact forcing a cry from the young girls lips and each figures touch brought forth their memories, as they took their first breath and then their last, every memory filtering into her own, until the very last, the Original, the reason they where here in the first place.

“Genevieve!” the name tumbles from her lips, and from behind her Kol’s arms tighten every so slightly around the young girl’s waist.

Genevieve’s figure is far clearer and well-formed compared to her other companions, a sad smile pulled across her lips, her features a perfect mirroring of Hazel’s they were in a way one in the same. Her hands are cold but gentle against Hazel’s cheeks as Genevieve leans in to press their foreheads together.

The air smells of crisp autumn winds and in the field before her Hazel watches as a young pair of children run screaming and laughing through the field of brightly colored flower, she blinks and the memory shifts again and again, Genevieve’s whole life playing out before her eyes. Her family’s coming to the new world, her birth, growing and up and befriending the Mikaelson family, falling in love, discovering magic, and then the moment that would seal their fates for the rest of time, Her death. 

[helki-kome]

We are not our bodies - and this life is lessons. When the forms we know of each other are nothing more than dirt and dust and nothing more - only love I'll be for you, only love

you'll be for me. Come find me, in those new toes and heels of yours - I'll be waiting, or I'll find you myself, by the scent of your soul.

In worlds where I have found you again #21