Basically: Owen reincarnation au but they remember bits and pieces of their past life in Oakhurst. The main two people they remember are Louis and Abolish. Louis for obvious reasons, and Abolish both because he was one of the only two people to show them genuine kindness and because he looks suspiciously similar to Louis. Abolish is distantly related to Louis in this au. Owen is very normal about Abolish still being alive, trust. They got all these pictures via normal ways. Such as taking photos while hiding behind trees and buildings and such.
Remembrance AU is a qijiuyuan AU where I put demon!Shen Jiu in Various Situations™ like being forcefully adopted into the tianxi family and stalking his ex, Shen Yuan's a spy trying to deter the entire cultivation world from killing his silly little winged lizard, and Yue Qingyuan has his own thing going on such as taking down the top 4 most powerful demons in the realm and uncovering sect secrets
Rachel and Tiffany are that doomed aunt/niece relationship I want to one day get better at writing as there some richness to it in both horror, tragedy and complexity. Even when they reunited, it was always doomed to get screwed over by Tiffany’s selfish actions with Rachel’s own feelings festering into resentful over time with Tiffany to the point she rather obey her lines of staying the fuck out this than be at center but is pushed into taking action once Caroline goes missing.
Hi hiiiii I don’t post often so idk how to start this, but I wanna talk about (and bring back) an AU I made over a year ago, back in may 2023. I ended up dropping it for various reasons, but I was thinking about it today so here we are :D (The first chapter of the fic I had planned to write is still up on AO3)
Long story short, it’s a WxS angst AU (although mostly Rui angst, the other also get their turn) called the Remembrance AU. Not to worry! I intend for the ending to be a happy one. Since I made so long ago, WxS are still in their first/second year of high school, so it’s also the case in this AU. Anyways, here goes (details under the cut):
While rehearsing for a show, the roof of the stage collapses (damaged due to a storm the previous night, not that anyone noticed) on the people practicing. Those people being Emu, Tsukasa and Nene. They don’t make it. Rui, having been watching from the benches to do his director stuff, witnesses the whole thing and understandably feels Not Very Good about the whole thing. He fears that one of his inventions was the cause for a while (it wasn’t). In his grief, he decides to write a book about his friends, so that they can be remembered. So that he doesn’t forget. He even goes as far as asking anyone who he is aware knew his friends to get stories about them from others sources. So their portrayals are as accurate as possible.
At 19 years old, not too long after having published the book, he wakes up in a weird dimension tht looks like a library. He believes it to be a Sekai for a moment (he misses the Wonderland Sekai and its inhabitants…), until he is greeted by a weird shadowy figure. The figure tells him that this dimension is the place where everyone’s memories are stored, both alive and dead, both remembered and forgotten. The figure also says that they’re the guardien of this place, its Librarian. But they’ve been doing this for a long time, they’re tired and want to pass their job to someone else. They say that they were very impressed with Rui’s passion to immortalize his friends’ memories in a book, and that they would like for Rui to be their successor. The downside to this would be that Rui would have to let go of his own memories.
Rui is afraid. He’s angry. He worked so hard for his friends to be remembered, and now someone wants to take that away? No. No way. But then again… those memories are out into the world now. What does it change if he forgets? All remembering does is hurt. So… so he accepts. Rui becomes the new Librarian.
Meanwhile, in the real world, over a decade later, a reincarnated Emu has her first conversation with a reincarnated Nene, and Nene’s older brother Tsukasa, also reincarnated (they don’t know). Due to a twist of fate, they end up in a weird dimension that looks like a library…
And the rest is to be told another time ;) I would really love to hear any of you guys’ feedback, and if you have any questions, additions or anything, don’t hesitate to tell me :D (my asks are open!!)
5 hc- take any one of your aus that doesn't already have it, and add AfOhiko?
*cracks knuckles*
I will try to refrain myself from making it too cursed.
1 - Thanks to an unfortunate and unlikely coincidence brought by yours truly, unbeknownst to pretty much everyone except two characters and soon Izuku, when Izuku makes his jump in time, it's when Sorahiko is desperately trying to break up with All for One. He tried ghosting him. He tried killing him. Nothing works. The bastard just clings to him.
2 - In this AU, Izuku manages to escape AFO because the villain doesn't use his full strength to apprehend him. Izuku runs to Gran Torino's house, asking him for help. To his horror, AFO barges in five seconds after him and screams at Sorahiko that he just met their son from the future and that's why they can't break up.
3 - It's very important to me that you are aware that Sorahiko is in his pajamas and fuzzy slippers when that insane conversation happens. Izuku wonders out loud when All for One had the time to meet another time traveler today only to be informed that he is the secret lovechild. The Todoroki flashback is so intense that he has to sit down. All for One keeps insisting on the fact Izuku looks like the both of them, has multiple quirks, and obviously came specifically to prevent his two dads from breaking up and to make sure he exists in the future.
Izuku and Gran Torino, at the same time: "You are insane."
AFO: "See? He sounds exactly like you!"
4 - Izuku makes a run for the window while they are distracted but AFO grabs him with one hand without even looking back. Nana and Toshi chose this moment to visit. All for One is distracted from his not break-up conversation by the arrival of One for All and is about to lunge towards Nana when Sorahiko takes one for the team and sacrifices himself by kissing AFO. Nana grabs the two kids, currently frozen solid, and run like hell. AFO does not chase them. Nana starts explaining that Sorahiko's bad taste when it comes to men is legendary but Izuku doesn't want to hear a word of it and yeets himself back to the present.
5 - When he returns home, Gran Torino sees his scandalized expression and swore him to secrecy, for Toshinori's sake. It happens that the reason why Toshinori didn't recognize his successor despite meeting him in the past is because he erased all memories on a three days period through sheer strength of will. Nana and Sorahiko made a pact to never remind him what had happened that day and Izuku, to protect All Might's sanity, agrees to do the same.
Warnings: Death ; Suicidal attempt and ideation ; Unrequited[?] Love
Words: 3.8k
Getting caught up in the affairs of the gods wasn’t something you were ever hoping to do.
You remember being absolutely terrified when you saw the wooden pillar and a familiar blond sitting at the top. Remember cursing Tubbo once more at the exile of his best friend. Remembered how much you had thought it would be a mistake. Remembered trying your hardest to not make this possibility a reality.
It hadn't been easy to sneak around Dream's back to visit your little brother. It hadn't been any easier to convince Tommy to let you do so either. He was still upset at you, but you could never be mad at him for it. He was right. Siblings don't keep things from each other.
That's why, after knowing what Dream would do to him, it hurt more that he wouldn't tell you.
Dream was standing a bit to the side, laughing, despite the forlorn look on Tommy's face. The urge to kill him again flared in your stomach and you pushed it down. Tommy needed you more than you needed the green man's death.
You nearly flew to the two, hardly feeling your feet touch the ground when your heart was beating as hard as it was.
"Tommy? Tommy, what are you doing up there?" You barely heard his sigh, but he shrugged in response and you spun on Dream. The cool night air bit your cheeks, but your blood was colder. "What is he doing? Why are you just laughing?"
Dream crossed his arms in front of himself. "Oh please, [y/n]. You don't actually think he's gonna jump, do you? He's on one life left. He wouldn't."
You didn't hold the same optimism Dream did. You turned back to your brother, sitting atop the tower before you.
"Tommy? Tommy, please come down. You're scaring me!"
"What's the point, [y/n]?"
"The point is you need to be safe. It’s going to be okay, Tommy. I promise, just come down and-”
“You’re right, it is going to be okay.” He had always wondered what it was like to have wings. He remembered some things of previous lives when he had them, but he never remembered flying. Was this how it felt? The breeze brushing it’s icy fingers through his hair, trying to coax him to fall. Was this how you felt every time you were about to die?
“Tommy!” He looked back down at you, scooting closer to the edge. You looked so small. He felt smaller. It was so hard to focus with all of the thoughts drifting through his mind. No one had come to his party, his interaction with Drista was… lackluster at best. No one cared. He wasn’t in a position of power anymore, who could blame them. You, Ghostbur, and Dream probably only cared out of obligation. He could feel the mist from the sea on his face.
“Tommy, all of us," you shot a glare at Dream, but the man stood there, unphased, "most of us love you, Tommy. We'd be heartbroken if you were gone."
"Then why has no one else visited?" Your heart felt heavy in your chest and your words died on your lips. You didn’t have an answer for the blond. You could only look up at him with eyes that slowly became more glassy the longer he sat up there.
There were flashes in his mind. Ones of him finding Tubbo in another life. The time when he was a vigilante and they had lived together, the other continuously throwing him out of windows. The one where they had become fast friends during an apocalypse. The life where they had raced together and he had fallen down a cliff side.
Tubbo wasn't here for him this time.
The feeling of the breeze brushing through his hair made his back ache, longing for the lives where he had wings. He wondered if dying this time would be like when he and Wilbur were princes. He had awoken in an orchard that was so bright, so warm, he almost longed for the battlefield again. He couldn't remember the name of it now. Blue something? He remembered the morning glories that decorated it and the apple trees that littered the orchard he had awoken in. He remembered how sweet the fruits had been. Like gapples, but with the faint taste of honey. A small part of him hoped he would return there and wait for Phil once more until the next lifetime.
Another gust of wind blew past him and Tommy was shaken from his thoughts, only to hear the two conflicting voices below him.
"I know you just want attention, give it up, Tommy. This is why you don’t scheme."
"Tommy, please come down. It's not worth it. Do not listen to Dream!"
"C'mon, just jump. I know you won't."
"You're worth more than just jumping, Tommy."
"You wanted me here, Tommy. I'm your only friend now."
"You are not his friend, Dream. You're manipulating him."
"I am just telling him what he needs to hear."
Tommy's breath hitched when you shoved the masked man before you. You didn't pvp. What were you doing?
"You are trying to use him. He is not a pawn you can just play with, Dream!"
"Oh, as if you are any better." Tommy watched Dream shove you back. "None of us know who you are, [y/n]. How do we know you're not just a pawn being used yourself against all of us? How do we know you're our friend? We all remember each other. You're a new player in a game where you don't belong."
He stood above you now, porcelain mask lifeless as he started to summon his own sword. "Let's see how many lives you actually have."
Tommy noted how scared you looked, staring back at Dream, but was shocked when you just looked up at him. "Tommy, please. You need to get down. And you need to run."
Dream's sword was in hand. "Tommy, you need to find somewhere safe. Anywhere safe. Please."
An uncomfortable feeling bubbled in his chest at your words. Like you knew what would happen next. Like you knew better and were telling him the future. How could you know when you wouldn’t tell him anything?
"Tommy, you need to be safe. It's going to be okay."
The sun rose and when the light hit you, casting you in a golden glow, he believed you.
Even as Dream ran you through with his sword, he believed you. His chest flickered with long gone pain as he watched the metal disappear into your heart.
So he jumped, water bucket ready.
He landed feet away and began running as fast as he could through the underbrush. His brain was just screaming at him to go back for you. But he knew you wouldn't be there. You'd wake up in your bed here in a few seconds like every other time they had watched you die, and Dream would have him again.
He needed to find Technoblade.
When you returned to where Logstedshire once stood, you relaxed when you saw Dream still there and Tommy gone. Water pooled next to the pole and you knew he had listened to you. The man turned back onto you and you glared back. “You’ve made your last mistake, Dream.”
He didn’t pursue you when you turned back to L’Manburg.
Gods didn’t need to hunt for anything more than fun or revenge.
"He's done it again, Phil!" You nearly screeched through clenched teeth as you slammed the heavy door that led into the angel of death’s house. The immortal barely spared you a glance and continued writing in a small leather bound journal on his desk. Each stroke of the small quill made another perfectly crafted letter, absorbing his interest.
"Take a seat, mate." Phil's voice was bewitching and you immediately perched on one of the warm seats near the fire, sucking in a quivering breath. You took a moment to glance around the familiar home to maybe calm yourself, your sudden need of keeping your composure an agonizing task.
Phil was there when you had awoken on the floor of his home after speaking with Kristin, brimming with knowledge you shouldn’t have known. The man had been alive the longest. Not quite dying, always just flitting between lifetimes on the black wings of his. He had confirmed everything when you had spoken to him about your new memories, comforting you in that special way only a dad could.
Now, as you sat in the comfortable armchair, you could see evidence of every timeline he had lived through and could pinpoint each one. A green plastic bottle, a pair of fuzzy dice, a painting of an unknown woman. She didn’t look like Kristin. There were large wooden bookcases that climbed up the walls filled with great quantities of journals. How many stories did he have to tell? The fire glowing in the hearth set off a gentle glow accompanied by a warmth that made the home all the more pleasing to be in. A small carved board held a thin, dipped stick that burned on the end, causing a delightful scent of vanilla to waft around the room. You sunk into the soft piece of furniture, forcing yourself to relax just a little.
Phil watched you from the corner of his eye. He had seen you stalk across the snowy field and to his front door. You didn’t look happy, but he didn’t expect you to be. There was plenty happening on the server at all times between the same members that were at the heart of it time and time again.
He finished his thought, setting the quill aside and recapping his ink. He’d have to go collect more soon, he was running low. Leaving the page to dry, he walked to the kitchen. His wings rustled gently as they brushed past various objects. You watched him, crossing your arms. “Phil?”
“Yes, mate?” His voice was warm and just as sweet as the vanilla in the air. Fatherly.
“Does it…” You pressed your lips together, trying to properly word the sentence. “Does me being around bother you?”
Phil’s hands paused as he went to feed the furnace to warm a kettle of water. “Why would you ask something like that?”
You shrugged, leaning further into the chair. You weren’t sure if you were trying to hide from your own thoughts or if you were trying to hide from him. “Dream just-”
“Now why would you listen to him? Do you honestly care what he thinks?” You wet your lips, thinking about it.
“Kinda? I care what everyone here thinks.” There was a soft shifting as you heard Phil lean back against the counter. “Some more than others. But I do care.”
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Keeps you in check from doing somethin’ really wrong.” You hummed in response. “What did he say?”
“He said I don’t belong here.” You heard a scoff.
“Well, we both know that that’s not true.” You thought of Tommy up on the final remains of the territory he had been so proud of. Had he actually gotten away? You thought of Techno, now exiled in the tundra far away from where you sat now. What would he think of your choices? You thought of Wilbur -now Ghostbur- and how, despite you yelling at him being the last thing he heard, he still somehow seemed to love you. Why did he still try so hard when all you seemed to do was help with the aftermath?
A hot mug was pressed into your hands and you looked up at the only one who knew your secret.
“It’s chamomile tea. It’ll help.” You nodded at him, sipping carefully at the beverage. “Tell me everything that happened.”
So you recounted everything that had happened that night until your entrance bright and early in the blond man’s house, including your threat.
“DreamXD’s probably not going to like that you threatened Dream.”
You could only shrug.
“What does it matter? It’s not like killing me will do anything.”
“He’s a god, [y/n]. They have their ways.” You sighed. They were definitely fickle folk. Kristin had been kind enough when you saw her, despite the near-constant migraine you were trying to slowly adapt to, and your few meetings with Drista hadn’t been horrible. But you had never crossed paths with the powerful creation god. If he were anything like Dream himself, you would hate what your first encounter would be like.
“When Drista killed me, it was the same as usual, so I’m not worried. I just can’t believe I didn’t see the signs of Tommy’s spiral.”
“When she killed you?” You nodded once more. He didn’t ask anymore questions, and you didn’t supply him with any more answers.
You didn’t fear other gods after your experiences with the first two you had already been bad. They were not bad enough to deter you.
You had first met Drista when she and Tommy were finishing building the Intimidation Tower. It was an ugly thing, made out of cobblestone, and you knew that Wilbur hated that it gave away the location of the ravine, but it made Tommy happy. It made Drista happy. So you convinced Wilbur to just let it be. It made it easier for Tommy to come home when he was lost, anyways.
She had come around a lot more after that. Always attached at the hip to Tommy, always displaying godlike power, always causing mischief. She was decently polite to you, despite being younger than Tommy with a snarky attitude. But they were a good pair to watch. She always seemed to have fun with the blond, especially when he messed up. And despite how upset he seemed to be in the moment, he was always cheerful when he told you about the things he had done with her as you attached plasters to his cuts and salve to his bruises.
So why did you find her atop the intimidation tower without him?
You climbed your way up, sitting down next to her. “Hey.”
She turned her head to look at you, the familiar mask hiding her expression. “What do you want?”
“Kinda wanna know what you’re doing up here by yourself. Tommy’s asleep right now.” You watched her pull a leg up onto the ledge and hug it.
“I’m just thinking. It’s different being around you all than my brothers.”
“Brothers?” She only nodded her head. “I know about Dream, who else is your brother?”
There was a slight shake in her hand as she moved her hair back. “You’ve already met him. It’s DreamXD.”
You snickered. “DreamXD is your brother?”
“Well, yeah, why else do you think I have access to creative mode?” You hummed, looking back out at the rest of the world and away from her. You hadn’t really questioned it. You didn’t really question a lot of things about the semantics of this world. None of it ever made sense.
“Then what happened to Dream?”
“Oh, he was made, not born.” You nodded.
There was a beat, then two. It sunk in.
“Excuse me?” You heard a laugh ring from her lips.
“Why do you think we call him “Clay” sometimes? Why he doesn’t have powers? Why he shifts from life to life like the rest of them?” You took silent notice of the way she said “them” and not “you”. “He’s a creation with just as much of a soul as the rest of the players.”
You chewed on the thought. Did that make her a god as well? You didn’t ask.
“Then what were you thinking about?”
“How fragile you all are.” Your breath caught as you suddenly felt the air rush around you. You couldn’t even scream before you hit the ground, hard. The pain only lasted a moment before a yelp was heard under you and you scrambled off the bed.
Tommy was looking at you with large eyes and you muttered a small “sorry”.
He didn’t even nod at you, just shifted further back against the wall. You could never chastise someone just looking for comfort. “Y’know, it’s a little inconvenient to have you take up my whole bed while I’m out, Toms.”
“What the hell, [y/n]? I didn’t even hear you come in!”
“What were you doing in my bed? I thought I saw you lay down in your own.” You took in the dark bags under his eyes and his messy hair. He didn’t answer you, just looked away with a type of melancholy you knew you’d never hope to match. “The nightmares again, huh?”
He huffed at you, lips turning down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was such an inconvenience.” He shook his head, moving to crawl out. “This was a mistake, I shouldn’t have-”
You moved to block him, sitting on the edge of the shoddily crafted mattress as you grabbed him and pulled him back. “That is not what I meant, and you know it.” You pushed him down gently and laid next to him with an arm across his shoulders. He squirmed in your grasp. “Tommy, stop. Talk to me.”
The blond hesitated before rolling onto his side to look at you. He looked so very young in the dim torchlight. Why did he seem to have to grow up so fast in every timeline? You moved your arm to run your fingers through his hair and he relaxed under the touch.
“Are we doing the right thing? It feels like we’re on some continuous loop and I can’t even tell if I’m just doing this because we’re the good guys or because I’m the little brother and I have to listen.” You hummed, scratching his scalp gently. “I always feel left out of the loop. And whenever I’m let in, I never have a choice on whatever it is. For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something, yeah? Why does everyone keep treating me as if I were a child? And when they aren’t treating me like one, they’re acting like I have all the answers.”
You watched his lips tremble and he scoot closer to press his face to your chest and you held him there. “Why can’t they make up their minds? I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t-” His words broke as he held onto your shirt, pressing his face closer into you. “I don’t-”
You slid your other arm under his head, holding him to you tightly. If you could save him from his own fate, you would have. You two may have not been bound by blood, but he was just as much your brother as he was Wilbur and Techno’s. You would die for him. You would kill for him. You’d do just about anything he asked. You’d protect him from anything.
The gods would have to wipe your existence from everything to get to the ones you loved.
Dream stood next to his brother, floating silently with identical masks. You weren’t afraid of them, but your lip trembled despite your resolve. DreamXD cocked his head at you, as if he himself hadn’t been the one to leave you next to that river and wasn’t aware of your existence. You grit your teeth silently.
“XD.” You greeted. The god’s head corrected before he reached up to remove his mask. An “x” scar crossed his face where his eyes should have been and he grinned at you. He recovered his face once more before blipping out of sight. There would be no fight from him today, but that was a warning.
“Well then, [Y/n], tell me. What do you think would happen to you if they knew your secret? Wouldn’t it make you happy to be able to indulge in the privilege we all seem to have?” You paused, a second turning to a minute, and your heart started to sound like it was beating out of your chest. You considered the possibilities. “Well?”
Dream cursed, his brother now gone. He’d have to do this himself. He too removed his mask and you steeled yourself, crossing your arms. You stared at Dream’s face, bare from the smiling mask that everyone was so accustomed to, displaying the sneer he held special for you. Your back was straight. You were firm. Your gaze unwavering and directing back as much of a threat as his. "I can't understand why you don't like me. You basically built this land from the ground up, and you turn out to be like this?"
His lip curled and your eyes flickered to his lips for a moment before you were back to glaring into his eyes. "You better watch your tongue around me. You can’t fool me with your little “no past lives” act. And you can’t make everyone like you. I know I don’t."
"You're the first who doesn’t, then. And just because you don’t believe that I have no other lives doesn’t mean you can go blabbing to the whole server either.”
“What makes me happy doesn’t matter. If others like me for who I am now, I’m fine.” This turned his curled lip into a full sneer, and you couldn’t stand to look at him anymore.
“See? This is why I don’t like you!” He grabbed your shoulders, and it took every ounce of your willpower to not yank yourself away. “You try to make everyone else happy and leave yourself in the dust! You can’t just do that.”
You swore your heart skipped a beat when you looked back up at him, and your eyes connected once. He wasn’t angry. He was worried. You couldn’t tell if it was for you or for the lost potential, but it was something you had never expected to come from Dream of all people. “Why do you care so much? This doesn’t affect you.”
“Anything concerning my brother affects me.”
“How does this affect XD?” He released you from his grasp.
“Because you are an anomaly and you shouldn’t be here.”
“Then why doesn’t he do something about it? Or Kristin? Or even Drista?” You couldn’t ignore the way he looked away, seemingly ashamed.
“Because they can’t.”
So what did it mean when the gods couldn’t touch you?
Some remembrance AU, he was chasing the kids (mono and six respectively) when he suddenly stopped and 'woke up' ( I would do more but I suck at crafting personalities four characters as well as character building and story building ;u; )
Now for what started out as what I thought I think his face would look like turned into deterioration under the signal Towers broadcast...
Here we don't have much, just a middle-aged man probably vibing in the woods.
Here we have some deterioration beginning to happen, he looks more tired and zombie-like.
And bada-boom. Straight up to now.
Yeesh if I deteriorated like this I would also wear a potato sack on my head as well.
