#away from all the circumstances that pushed them to all the canon fuckery

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Reincarnation Concept #3: LXC, who is aware of his reincarnation and his past life, listening to his bfs (JGY and NMJ) independently tell him they've been having nightmares about the other one trying to kill them. :)

OMG THE FEELS!

Ok ok, listen. First thing that pops into my mind is this scene of LXC preparing breakfast (bc he's always the first one to wake up), and then JGY comes and LXC can instantly tell that something's off with him. It only gets confirmed when JGY asks him if he can talk to him real quick before da-ge wakes up, and that's when he tells LXC that he has been having these horrible dreams of NMJ's hands around his neck, squeezing so hard JGY feels like choking or his neck snapping...

But that's so silly, right? They all have been so happy recently, so he doesn't understand what is wrong with him. He tries to laugh it off as some subconscious response to stress or something, maybe that one time he chipped NMJ's favorite mug while doing the dishes, or the time NMJ got late to work bc he couldn't find that one sweater that JGY was monopolizing. They argue from time to time, but it isn't out of the ordinary. In fact, bantering and bickering is their thing. All fun and in good faith... but maybe his brain is exaggerating it? Trying to tell him that they should stop?

While JGY is doing all that little instrospection monologue, LXC is going through all stages of grief and them some. Bc he knows what is happening and now he's freaking TERRIFIED of their A-Yao recovering his memories and hating them. He feels awfully conflicted bc he CAN'T have A-Yao remembering, but on the other hand it's clear how upset and sad A-Yao is by having these thoughts about their other bf who they both love. So, he tries to buy himself some time telling him that it probably is just stress, A-Yao works so hard, after all.

It does work. But when NMJ comes to him later on, looking just as off as JGY, LXC braces for the worst. And the worst does come when distressed NMJ tells him of these dreams he has of JGY playing an instrument that is causing NMJ incredible pain and he has no idea what it could mean. He knows he's not the most observant person, but maybe his subconscious is picking up on something he isn't? LXC would know if JGY was mad at him, right? Or has NMJ really done something to anger their little bf, and ofc JGY is not telling him. But he seems so natural, everything has been so good between them, he doesn't understand why he would be having those nightmares about someone he loves.

At that point, LXC makes a decision. It was his inaction what ruined them in their past lives; hiding things from each other and assuming things instead of being honest led them to those horrible deaths. So, he's gonna come clean to them: better they finding out before the full memories come back so they can still cling to the love they share in the present.

He sits them down and both JGY and NMJ are fidgety and nervous and forcing smiles, both thinking that LXC is going to call them out for their nonsense in front of the other; "how is it possible that you think like that of our dear da-ge/A-Yao? He would never do that" or something of the sort.

But LXC is uncharacteristically serious and somber, like he's about to tell them their pet died. He holds their hands and tells them. He tells them everything, from how they all met to how it all ended, and how he recovered his memories some time ago, but thought it wasn't worth it risking their happiness bc of something that didn't matter anymore. Except it does, bc they are remembering now and LXC can do nothing to stop them, except hope that they can remember too that they love each other now. Again.

It's... a lot. Incredibly unbelievable too, but a part of them knows LXC is right. They can feel it. And they look at each other and it's all a huge mess of emotions, knowing those nightmares are true... but also their lazy sunday mornings laying in bed until lunch time, their movie evenings cuddling on the couch and wasting more time deciding on a movie than actually watching it, their sweet and passionate nights showering each other in kisses and words of love and devotion.

They love each other truly and deeply now, but after knowing the truth, they can't help the hint of resentment and hatred like an aftertaste at the back of their mouths. It hurts and they don't know what to make of it. Would they stop loving each other completely if their memories come back? Once they come back. They are scared, they don't want that! They are frustrated and angry, and LXC can only hold them, on the verge of breaking down at the dejá vù of being unable to do a thing for those he loves. They know every promise they make would be useless.

But NMJ and JGY still look at each other, as safe as they can be in LXC's arms, and they hold each other's hand. Whatever will happen, at least this time they will face it together. No more secrets.

[buckybarnesthehotshot]

my escape xi: true love’s kiss (marvel x disney’s descendants crossover)

Series summary: Astrid Lokisdottir (OC) grew up on the Isle of the Lost with her father, Loki Odinson. Plagued by nightmares, she’s presented with an escape plan and memories of a woman, memories which aren’t hers.

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Series warnings: spoilers, swearing, mean Loki, kidnapping, I’m not following canon timelines, all characters except for Astrid are not mine, Loki is kind of OOC, the story focuses more on (spoiler alert lmao) Astrid and mother!reader’s relationship

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A/N: try to figure out if I decided to add more fuckery to this story or if they’ll FINALLY be happy ;))

        “Loki,” Mal gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the features of the man standing in front of her.

       “Indeed, that is my name,” Loki smirked at the painted expressions of shock on everyone’s face.

       “Oh, of course he’s already outshining me,” a voice, familiar to some while unfamiliar to others, remarked. Everyone’s heads turned to the radiant figure behind the tall god. Although she was shorter than the God of Mischief, the Goddess of Hysteria held the same crazed look in her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest.

       “Your highness,” Mal shuffled to bow in her presence, urging everyone else to do the same. Y/N smirked, knowing what power she had over everyone else in the forest.

       “Now that greetings have been set aside, what happened to my daughter and how do you reverse it?” Y/N questioned, raising a brow at the purple-haired girl.

       “Well, your highness, you see, it isn’t quite easy,” a blue-haired girl, Evie as Y/N would soon learn, rushed to explain the circumstances to the goddess.

       “Loki, please tell me there’s an Asgradian cure to whatever happened to Astrid,” Y/N’s gaze averted to Loki, her eyes searching his for an answer.

       “Darling, it’s not an Asgradian curse, there’s so Asgardian cure to this,” Loki shook his head. Y/N huffed in frustration. Of course, there was another obstacle keeping her away from her family.

       “Okay, what’s the Auradonian solution? Which witch do I have to pay to help my daughter?” Y/N huffed in annoyance as she turned to face everyone else.  

       “True love’s kiss,” a boy with two-toned hair—Carlos—mumbled. Y/N’s eyes widened upon hearing those words. Some buffoon would have to set their lips on her daughter’s?

      “Are you sure there isn’t some witch I could pay to undo all of this? I can’t fathom the idea of having someone’s lips on my daughter’s,” Y/N huffed impatiently. She may have just been reunited with Astrid, but her maternal instincts were as strong as they were supposed to be. She didn’t want anyone to get their hands on her baby.

       “Darling, unless that witch is her true love, no,” Loki explained, earning a sigh of frustration from his wife.

       “Okay, who’s our daughters true love if that’s a case?” Astrid rolled her eyes in annoyance. Loki chuckled at her antics; Y/N did always hold their family on top of the world.

      “I may have a theory,” Mal smirked, her gaze going to Harry. Y/N’s eyes widened; there was no way Lord Guyliner was her daughter’s true love. Harry looked away, avoiding the harsh glare Y/N was giving him, awaiting some sort of force to push him away into the trees. This was Auradon, after all. Who knew what anyone was capable of?

      “Harry Hook, I will only ask you this once. Do you care about my daughter?” Y/N’s tone was serious. Although she didn’t quite approve of Harry, she knew she wasn’t going to keep him from her daughter if that was what Astrid pleased.

      “Very much. I know we’ve had a falling out a few years ago, I know I hurt her, but I care very much about Astrid. Your daughter makes me feel alive. Whenever she’s around, I want to make a change in my life to be good enough for her,” Harry admitted, bearing the contents of his heart to Y/N and Loki.

      Y/N and Loki’s expressions softened, knowing they saw in Harry what they saw in each other. The dark-haired boy was in love with their daughter. Y/N and Loki flashed knowing expressions at each other before nodding.

        “What are you waiting for, lad?” Loki raised a brow playfully, shocking Harry. He had the approval of Gods…LITERALLY!

      “That’s the thing. I feel this way about Astrid, but what if she doesn’t feel the same way about me? What if I’m not worthy of love?” Harry frowned, his fist clenching at the thought of not having Astrid; of her eventually finding someone, of her finding her true love when it wasn’t him.

      “Evie, help Harry out with this. I have a princess to take care of,” Mal requested before running off into what Y/N and Loki could only assume to be another battle.

      “Hook, I’ve never approved of you. Did that stop Y/N from coming over to pull pranks with your crew when you were younger. I prided in her listening to my every word, until she didn’t. She never seemed to listen when it came to you. She cares about you, I’m sure of it,” Loki spoke calmly, his soothing voice and silver tongue seemingly calming Harry down.

      “I’ll do it,” Harry nodded, earning cheers from everyone surrounding them. They couldn’t stand the thought of Y/N being cursed—perhaps because deep down inside they knew they were to blame for what happened—to sleep for am eternity.

      Harry inched his way closer to the dark-haired girl, admiring how beautiful she looked, even in her sleep. He took a moment to take in all her features, even tucking behind a loose strand of her hair behind her ear before finally he began to lean in.

      Y/N and Loki waited anxiously at they watched the boy. As much as they wanted to keep Y/N away from the world of courting, they knew it was the only way to save their daughter’s life. Y/N found herself holding onto her husband’s hand in a vise grip and he chuckled, remembering it was something she would do every time there was an Asgardian function and she found her nerves getting the best of her.

      Finally, Harry planted his lips on Astrid’s soft baby pink lips, not letting the feeling linger too long as he pulled away from her sleeping form.

      “Well?” Y/N questioned, expectantly, burying her face in her husband’s chest in fear that the kiss wouldn’t work.

      “It…”

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[amberandmetal]

Like home | Final chapter

❖ Author: @waywardkitten​

❖ Featuring: Wincest

❖ Warnings/Tags: Wincest, weecest, canon compliant, canon fuckery, a/b/o, Alpha!Dean & Omega!Sam, light violence, bullies, angst by the truckload, smut, feels, the whole shebang

❖ Rating: Teen & up

❖ Word count: 2150

❖ Beta: @trash0saurusrex

❖ Summary: Rewrite of the beginning of Lazarus rising

❖ A/N: So here it is.The final chapter. Still can not believe I finished it. I really hoped you loved this story as much as I do and I hope your hearts isn’t to mauled by the angst levels. I might write an epilogue for this if there is interest, so let me know. Also please let me know what you thought about this story now that it is finished. It’ll only take a moment of your time but it will make my day♡ Masterlist Feedback appreciated and encouraged ♡

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September 18 2008

Sam: 25 y/o

Dean: 29 y/o

The oxygen went down like a thorn bound intrusion in his lungs; it burned like wildfire and acid, clawing up his throat — like the air didn’t belong there anymore.

Dean gasped and searched with his hands, blindly looking for anything to help him figure out where he was. His hand finally landed on a lighter in his pocket. The flame illuminated the tight space, flicking shadows over the old wood of his coffin.

His coffin.

The soil was like sandpaper in his eyes and the need for breath tore at his lungs almost as much as drawing one would, but it was a welcome burn, it meant he was alive. But it hurt, so much so that he didn’t even reflect over the smell of damp rich soil that followed the air up his nose when he finally felt fresh air descend his lungs. He gasped and groaned, digging his fingers into fistfuls of grass covered ground to drag his body out of his grave

   ‘I’m clawing my way out of my own grave I am clawing my way out of my own grave, jesus christ’

All the way out, he turned on his back allowing himself a brief moment to relax before —

His mind hadn’t had the chance to work through what had happened or where he was or what he should be expecting, it was like his brain was pushing that stuff out of his reach purposefully, knowing it was something that would probably break him; a self preservation brain fog of sorts.

The sun warmed his face slightly but it didn’t feel as he’d expected, as his memories told him it should feel; the warmth awoke other feelings in him —  fear and a sudden urge to vomit. He blinked some dirt from his lashes, peering up. The light felt unnatural and stung his eyes like saltwater.

He stood up on wobbly legs, looking around. The whole clearing looked like it had been leveled by a bomb blast.

‘What the hell was going on?’

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A jolt of exhilaration went through his chest when the rickety car roared to life, and he quickly closed the door and wheeled the rusty old thing out of the gas station.

He gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles began to whiten. He had time to think now. And every thought he’d suppressed up until then came rolling in, over, inside and around him like a vicious thundercloud.

   ‘Where’s Sammy?’

   ‘Where am I?’

   ‘What the fuck was that at the gas station?’

   ‘Who brought me back?’

   ‘Where’s my Omega?’

   ‘Why was I buried?’

   ‘Who did this?’

   ‘Where’s my mate ?’

The questions tumbled like waves in his head, breaking on top of the other so loud and cacophonous that he had a hard time focusing on the road, the asphalt blurring in front of him. He slowed on the gas and granted himself a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

He gasped when the scent of leather and warm late-summer day reached his nostrils. He pulled on the brakes in panic and stumbled out of the car.

He looked down at his stomach again, letting his fingers trace over where the wounds and scars should’ve been. He hadn’t dared to think about who had done this, who would go through the trouble of putting him back together, much less anything else as in at what length he had been made whole. He looked around, looking cautiously over the forest trees framing the road. He took a hesitant step towards the ditch and then another before he was almost touching.

He drew in a deep breath.

It was almost too much. The scent of wood and pine and moss, rainwater and so many different types of wildlife and green exploded inside him, almost stinging the inside of his nose — like hot spices on fresh taste buds.

He had to lean forward on his thighs to steady himself, his mind reeling, making him dizzy.

   “I can’t believe it..”

The Alpha within him, quiet up until now, slowly came back to life with him and he growled happily in the back of Dean’s mind, content now that his world had been made complete again.

Dean let his nose drag against the apex of his upper arm, inhaling as he went, scenting the soil still smudged on his body and the warm fragrance of sandalwood and bergamot he’d been told clung to his skin. He was still confused but he couldn’t deny the rush of joy that rushed from his stomach to his chest in a burst of elation like he’d not felt in a long time.

He breathed in, again and again until a completely unconstrained laugh bubbled up his throat and erupted on his lips. He sank down on the asphalt, letting the laughter rock his body as he breathed in again and again, putting pieces of clothing up to his nose to smell, not caring if the scents were pleasant or not. Sweat, salt, grease and dirt — it was all amazing.

Tears of relief stung at his eyes and he wiped them with a small smile he allowed himself before he reeled himself back in and went back to the car. He had a hard time wrapping his head around what had happened but had to stow it away for later, he had other priorities to tend to.

The car roared angrily as Dean shifted into gear and pushed the gas, the tires screeching as he continued down the road.

He tried to focus on the more practical questions of who, how and why but the thought of his brother pressed on against the back of his mind, especially now (What do you smell like, Sammy?), pushing its way through, and every time he envisioned his face a sharp tug pulled on his heart making it harder still for him to breathe. He lost to it, forfeited all the objectively more pressing thoughts to only one— to find Sam.

His mind felt lighter, clearer as he with determination pushed the old roaring engine harder. He needed to find his mate, all else could wait, all else had to wait. And since all Sam’s numbers were disconnected there was only one place he could go.

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   “Surprise”

If there was an entry in the encyclopedia about the look on a man’s face who’s just seen a ghost, Dean was pretty sure a picture of Bobby would be right next to it.

   “I- I don’t..”

   “Yeah, me neither.. but here I am”

Dean knew it was a shit way to ease the shock, but sarcasm, irony and dark humour? It was the only tools in his repertoire.

What happened next went so fast Dean had a hard time getting a grip on it. Normally Bobby wouldn’t stand a chance on him but given the circumstances — well, Dean had had better days.

They tumbled for a while until Dean got a hold of the silver knife Bobby was trying to gut him with. He hesitated only a moment before putting the blade to his own skin and pulled, a line of blood confirming him as being no shifter nor revenant.

Bobby’s eyes widened in disbelief, hope and uncertainty lighting his face

   “Dean?”    “That's what I've been trying to tell you.”

And then the beta hugged him and Dean felt a quick wisp of relief, the scent of home, belonging and safe surrounding him. The alpha part of his brain purred in content as it recognized Bobby as family, pack.

   “It's... It's good to see you, boy.”    “Yeah, you too.”

Bobby did a double take.

   “Wait..did you just scent me?”

   “Yeah.. I guess whoever healed me did a bang up job, huh? ”

He was not ready when cold water splashed all over his face. He closed his eyes against the droplets and sighed.

   “I’m not a demon either, you know”

Bobby shrugged sheepishly.

   “Sorry.. can’t be too careful”

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   “You really oughta fix this old girl up, Bobby, she deserves better”

   “Not everybody have to treat their car like their other half, boy, now quit your yappin and let’s go”

Dean slid in on the passenger seat of the old familiar Chevrolet Chevelle, patting the leather seats with a grin

   “Nice to see ya, girl”

It was not like having his old Baby back but it was familiar, something he sorely needed. He scented the air discreetly before Bobby got in, pleased to find that it smelled exactly as it had when he was a kid, before the accident, and that his memories of it hadn’t gotten warped with the years.

They pulled out of the salvage yard and set the course for Pontiac Illinois.

They were quiet for a while, letting the occasional streetlamp light the space between them and calm their nerves. Then Bobby cleared his throat, scratching the scruff of his neck

   “What’ya gonna tell him?”

Dean put his foot up on his knee, sliding lower in his seat with a sigh

   “I don’t know, Bobby. I just need to see him”

The silent tension hung thick between them.

   “What will you do if he— “

   “If? What do you mean if, Bobby? Who else could’ve done it?”

He turned his head towards the window, a line of worry and thought creasing his forehead.

   “But I’ll tell you one thing.. I rather go back to hell than see Sammy ever put a foot in that place”

Bobby’s eyes widened as he momentarily took his eyes of the road, realisation dawning on his face as he saw the shudder shaking Dean’s body.

   “Okay, Dean. We’ll fix this.”

It took a while but in the end the weight of his eyelids won and Dean fell into a restless sleep, unable to fight the exhaustion pulling at him.

He dreamt of his brother, of the 4th of July they spent in a field shooting fireworks. Sammy jumping and laughing under the colourful sparks raining down around him. Dean smiled with his whole face as he joined Sammy, lifting him up in his arms and nuzzled near just below his ear and inhaled deeply. Sam just laughed, playfully swatting at him.

   “Dean it tickles! Stop! What if Dad catches us?”

Dean just breathed deeper, taking in the warmth of his baby brother.

   “I don’t care, Sammy. Let him see”

All of a sudden the scenery turned cold and grey, a omnious shiver running up his spine. He ran his nose up under Sam’s ear, breathing in deeply but could smell nothing there. He jerked away, putting Sam down and backing away. Sam just stood there silent, watching him with a sad expression on his young face.

Dean woke up with a start.

   “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. We’re just pulling up”

Dean rubbed his face and shook his head for good measure. He looked up at the tall building outside the car window.

He would finally see Sam.

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   “ It's him. It's him! I've been through this already, it's really him!”

If the situation had been anything but what it was Dean might’ve laughed at the look on Sam’s face, he always thought the puppy look was at its most heartwarmingly adorable when he got confused.

   “...what?”

Dean deemed it safe to advance and did so cautiously, slowly with his hands up like you would a frightened animal.

   “I know, I look fantastic, huh?”

In a blink Sam was in his arms and he could physically feel that last piece of gaping void inside him close up. They slotted together like nothing else could ever fit and it was the single most extraordinary thing Dean had ever felt. He dragged his hands up Sam’s neck and into his hair, brushing, tugging and pulling at those soft strands of chocolate brown he’d missed— oh, that he’d missed so much.

Sam was just as eager, not even trying to mask the quiet sobs rocking his body as his large hands trailed all over Dean as if making sure that his brother was really there with him, finally safe and warm in his arms.

   “I missed you”, he whispered, pain lacing his voice as he seemed intent on kissing every freckle on Deans face, counting them, making sure every part of him was whole.

The whisper was so soft and so broken it nearly cracked Dean’s heart in two. He pulled back just enough to cradle his brother’s neck with both hands, steadying him and directing him to look him in the eye. Sam’s eyes were red and wet with tears, and the corners of his mouth trembled with the effort of trying to smile through the waves of emotions conflicting and crashing down on him.

   “Never again, Sammy, I’m never leaving you ever again”

And he pulled their faces together, lips connecting in a salty wet kiss that seemed to melt into his body and race straight to his heart. Sam exhaled shakily on a smile but his brows were still knitted together.

   “Promise me. Alpha, promise me”

   “My Omega, sweet sweet Omega..I promise”

And then Dean leaned in, let his cheek drag against his brother’s until his nose was nuzzled up just below Sam’s ear, just like in his dream, and he breathed in.

He jolted, eyes wide as he jerked back, staring at Sam, eyes filled with amazement, incomprehension and shock. Sam tried to close the distance Dean had created between them but he kept him at arm's length, just staring at him.

   “Dean, what? What? Alpha..what is it?”

The scent of cut grass, lavender and pine wood had hit his nostrils like a sledgehammer to a concrete wall.

   “Sammy.. “, Dean looked wide-eyed and breathless, chest heaving as he with shaking hands gripped his brother by his shirt and pulled him closer, inhaling deeply “...you smell like home.”