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soleilnomoon · 3 years ago

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Hhhhhhhooooooowwwww am I only just now seeing this???????? Like, holy shit, congratulations on reaching 500, oh my god that’s a lot! 👏👏👏👏👏🎊🎊🎊🎉🥳

I’d love to put in an order please, I would like a topping of whipped cream and caramel, from the menu options can I please have 1, 4, 8 and 44 and from the secret menu can I get 1 (Eustass Kid I’ve been soft yet feral for this man lately and there’s not enough fluffy smut of him to sustain me)

And again, congratulations!

hiiii (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ thank you so much omg it's pretty wild i still can't believe it myself lmaooo i am so glad you asked for kid i love him, he's so grumpy 😭🥰️ also i'm terrible at fluff so hopefully this was fluffy enough for you 😊 (also ty for being patient!! 💛)

1.9k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+, mdni; there's fluff if you ignore all the nonsense he does towards the end, a pinch of angst (i'm a sucker, i can't help it) but nothing wild, kid is bad with feelings, and reader isn't any better 💛; feat. a bit of brattiness, a bit of bruising, kid's a menace & a tiny bit mean, but nothing reader can't handle (obvy). (if u see spelling/grammar mistakes no u didn't 😌)

“whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — emily brontë

gray, puffy clouds float aimlessly across the sky, blotting out the faint orange and yellow light surrounding the slow-moving sun. the air is sticky and moist from the storm last night. with the way the wind is blowing — furious, as if it has a point to prove — coercing the already jaded sea to beat against the victoria punk mercilessly; its waves are persistent, heavy fists that are seemingly more ferocious than they really are.

eustass kid ignores all of that; he ignores the ominous and foreboding winds, ignores the incredulous look you give him when he insists on continuing with his meal, and ignores your protests when you squeal after he pulls the thick blanket off of you.

slinging your arms around his neck, you try to siphon some of the warmth radiating from his body. “you’re impossible,” you murmur in between sleepy kisses, your lips moving against his softly and tenderly, while also somehow manages to give him a burst of energy.

“i thought you were ‘fearless’,” he says mockingly, lips twisting into a sly grin, one that drives you to smack his chest playfully as you roll your eyes. “you can’t tap out now, i’m hungry.”

if you had the energy to fight him, you really would; but kid has a tendency to take all of your snark and sharp words as foreplay, which is exactly how you ended up in his bed last night. an unnecessary argument over a spilled drink and a broken plate — one where he kept goading and baiting, where you fell into his trap without question — that resulted in heated kisses, hurried hands tugging on your clothes clumsily until kid got fed up and ripped them in half. with a flushed face and heaving chest, you called him a beast; he laughed in response, his voice low and husky, as he bent you over his bed and fucked you.

“incredible. absolutely unbelievable.” your words don’t phase him — not that you need them to, you just want him to know that that’s how you feel. “you should probably see a doctor for your condition, y’know.” you sit up and eye him warily, your gaze drifting lower as you take in his erection. “all that vitality can’t be healthy.” it’s a joke that you throw at him from time to time, but sometimes you do wonder how a man like him has that much stamina.

“like i said before,” he reminds you as patiently as he can, his hand grabbing your face to pull you close again, “i’m hungry.” except this sort of hunger has kept him up late at night, where all he can do is angrily fist his cock to keep himself from waking you up again.

you squirm a bit, face heating at his unspoken words — ones that sit heavily between you — goosebumps crawling down your arms as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. he tugs on your lip playfully, eyelids lowering, voice terribly hypnotic when he speaks again.

“open your mouth.”

it’s not so much of a command as it is a friendly suggestion — but you know better. you let out a soft sigh when your lips finally part and he slides two fingers in your mouth; instinctively, you begin to suck, tongue running flat against their length before you take them in deeper. he’s always very impressed with your skill, with the way you treat his fingers with the same way you handle his cock — graceful movements, soft lips, a very willing mouth and tongue. if he died now, he certainly would do so with a stupid grin on his face.

he hates it, so fucking much.

“enough,” he manages to let out as he reluctantly plucks his fingers away from your beguiling mouth. you look at him curiously even as you hitch your leg around his hip, rubbing against his cock greedily.

“hurry up then.” it’s not in your nature to be openly needy, but lately he’s had you under a spell of sorts, one that coils itself around your body, suffocating any logic that dares to enter your mind. kid lets out a quiet groan when you roll on top of him and grind your hips against his; eager, greedy, but he likes it. even says as much when he slaps your ass and tells you to move faster.

whatever fatigue that cloaked itself around you earlier has disappeared entirely; all you can think about is having him inside you all over again. your pussy glides along his length with ease, your arousal dripping onto him as he bucks his hips up against yours.

“kid,” you whine hopelessly, pausing your movements to look at him — so pretty and so pitiful — blinking as you bite down on your lip. if his pride didn’t continuously get in the way, he’d tell you that you look cute like that, face flushed, lips swollen from kissing him repeatedly. “help me out,” you say softly, nails gently raking down his skin.

you know he’s only doing this to tease you, but you really can’t handle any of that right now. “please,” you add in the end, annoyed with the smug look he’s sporting as he places a hand on your hip.

“now you want my help? i’m touched.” he’s going to milk this for as long as he can, especially when he rubs the thick head of his cock against your folds, earning him a series of soft whimpers from you. “i like seeing you like this,” he says for the fourth time in twenty-four hours; what he means is, he likes when you have to rely on him, likes when you’re so hopelessly drawn to his body, likes when you’re as obsessed with him as he is with you.

telling him off is the last thing on your mind when you finally sink down onto his cock, his girth every bit as imposing as it was hours ago. his grip tightens, more than likely you’ll bruise later on, but it doesn’t matter. you’re too focused on regulating your breathing as you relax, not wanting to overwhelm yourself before anything can happen. similarly, he’s also telling himself to relax, to not act as crudely as his impulses are telling him to act. he lets you take the lead, tucking an arm behind his head, as he watches you ride him.

you move your hips slowly, rolling and grinding until you find a pace you’re comfortable with. your thighs tremble and you breathe shallowly, an ache building in your abdomen, encouraging you to increase your pace. it’s his fault, but you’re the one doing the work; that smug attitude never leaves him, he enjoys seeing you struggle to take him, each roll of your hips more labored than the last.

“c’mon,” he says, orange eyes — sharp and wolfish — landing on yours, making you swallow back whatever retort you had for him. “i know you can do better than that.”

it’s not for lack of trying on your part, you’re just tired and he knows that, but that’s a you problem in his book. and, because you’re feeling bratty, you clench around his hardened length, enjoying the way his face contorts as he fights back a moan. it’s precisely that bratty attitude that he wants to fuck out of you.

your pussy is warm and tight, much more captivating than his hand could ever be, when his grip on your hip tightens, hips snapping upward as he plunges his cock into you deeply.

“don’t complain,” he says in warning, but he knows you won’t, not when he’s rolling so you’re beneath him, pulling out just so he can slam back into you again.

normally, you’d be a little more mindful about keeping your voice down, but you can’t do that when kid gives you brutal strokes like that, your cunt squeezing around him tight enough to put him into a frenzy. his lips are on your neck as soon as you wrap your legs around him, holding him close; he bites you several times over, licking and kissing each spot as he powers into you relentlessly. he’d meant to take it easy, to let you have your way, but you were taking too damn long, and he knows that eventually the rest of the crew will wake, and he doesn’t want to deal with their incessant comments about how in love he is with you.

they’re liars, that’s what he tells himself; it’s what he keeps telling himself when you sigh in pleasure, breasts bouncing as you gladly take his rough thrusts, enjoying the way his cock fills your pussy and the way his balls slap against your ass.

his name falls off of your lips in a chant that increases in tempo and pitch, voice strained as his hips jerks against yours. he’s annoyed with how much he likes seeing your flushed skin — soft and supple, neck and chest littered with marks courtesy of one insatiable eustass kid — and how much he enjoys the way you arch into him when he leans down to kiss you.

your heart is at capacity, you fear — especially because he takes his time kissing you, tongue gliding into your mouth without prompting, sloppily swallowing your gasps and moans, hips knocking against yours as his strokes get shorter and harder. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging on the strands roughly as he chuckles against your lips, the vibrations rippling down your body as a tremor takes over.

because he’s such a generous and kind person, he grabs onto your legs and drapes them over his shoulders as he leans forward, his cock reaching a spot so deep that you start telling him irresponsible things like, i love you and don’t stop, don’t ever stop. it messes with his head, so he tries not to think about it — tries not to think about the way you look at him, as if you actually mean those words. a traitorous flush crawls onto his cheeks and ears; he ignores that too.

instead, kid focuses on the lewd noises that your pussy makes each time he pounds into you; it echoes around the room, the headrest bumping against the wall as kid fucks you remorselessly. again, he marvels at your tenacity, at your soft smiles and breathy moans, finding himself more and more entranced the longer his cock stays inside of you.

kid, quite literally, fucks you senseless; so much that when your orgasm approaches, you hardly see it coming. as your pussy clamps down mercilessly around his cock, you buck your hips wildly, a few tears spilling onto your cheeks, ones that he licks away before kissing you again, his own orgasm finding him shortly after. while he likes pulling out and cumming on various parts of your body, he doesn’t this time; he’s not sure what compels him — although, he’ll somehow find a way to blame it on the gloomy weather — but as his hips slow, as both of you attempt to catch your breaths, you drop your legs, and he brushes some of your hair off your face.

your yawn is contagious, and he finds himself yawning too, reluctantly pulling out but not straying far from you when he lays back down on the bed. you curl up against him, fingers tracing shapes on the palm of his hand; he wants to ask why you do that, why you never seem apprehensive about him or about any of this. but if he ever found that courage to ask, you wouldn’t have an answer for him. it just feels… natural to do so, nothing more, nothing less.

you’re completely at ease, and even though he’d rather die than admit any of this, he feels at home whenever you’re by his side.

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comm-caribou · 3 years ago

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Chapter Fifteen: Welcome to the Disaster Show

Word Count: 5.6

Warnings: Hypothermia, angst (let me know if I miss any!)

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Shortly after arrival on Hoth’s Republic base, Cosmos and Squirrel exited their gunship.

“Never seen snow before,” Cosmos gawked.

“I see why Max tapped out,” Squirrel shivered, “I’m freezing.”

“It’s not too bad,” Cosmos laughed, “think I’d get in trouble for going outside?”

“Doubt it,” Squirrel snickered. “I’m going to go find Tag and Frenzy.”

Cosmos watched him go, and then looked for Juliette.

The hardest part about being friends with her meant having to wait. He wondered if it bothered Fang, having to switch from professional to personal and back again.

It felt like whiplash.

Sighing, he walked alone.

He stood over by the hanger door, watching the snow fall against the dark sky. Almost like falling stars, piling on the ground in a blanket of white.

He was so enchanted, that the snowball flying by his helmet jolted him back to reality.

It hit one of the troop’s in the side of the helmet.

The shiny was knelt down, hand in the snow.

He was… drawing?

“Quit slacking.” The snowball tosser snapped, “do you want to get us in trouble?”

The shiny brushed the snow off his helmet, and did a couple more lines.

Cosmos stepped out, holding his arms as the chill brushed through him.

“Whoa,” Cosmos gasped, “is that a gunship?”

The shiny looked over his shoulder, then got to his feet nodding.

“Sir, aren’t you cold?” The shiny asked.

“Just a smidge,” Cosmos admitted.

“Rex is going to be mad,” the snowball thrower hissed.

“So?” Cosmos turned to him, “he’s not my boss, and I would love to see my General tear him a new one.”

“You really think your little girl can take one of us?” He punched his hand, “she’ll be in for a shock.”

“Harm her and you’ll never see another battlefield,” Cosmos threatened.

“Levy, she’s a General,” the shiny warned. “Even if she’s not the one we answer to.”

“If you all are done bickering,” another trooper cut in, “we’re here to relieve you.”

Levy left grumbling, not even apologizing.

Jerk.

“You might want to head in,” the 501st trooper turned to Cosmos, “a cold front is coming. Much colder than this one.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Cosmos headed in with the shiny. “So? What’s your name?”

“I don’t really have one,” the shiny said, “they call me Lazy.”

“That’s not your name,” Cosmos said.

“Huh, how come every nice brother I find they’re from somewhere else?” The shiny pondered, “what’s your name?”

“Cosmos,” he happily replied.

“Cosmos? You’re the pilot General Trix rescued!”

“You’ve heard of me?”

“Everyone’s heard that story! Although I thought it was rumors she rescued a pilot. Did she actually punch a Jedi?”

“Sucker punched General Vos for insulting clones. He claims he was baiting her, but that’s his story.”

“I would love to meet her.”

“Stick with me, shiny. I’ll introduce you.”

Cooper approached with Keks behind him, “would you mind if we ate in the gunship? Everyone’s talking about the Battle of Kamino, and I think Mirage is still sore on the subject.”

“Of course,” Cosmos wrapped an arm around the shiny. “But he comes with.”

“Hello,” Keks grinned, “I’m Keks, this is Cooper.”

“Sergeant Cooper,” Cooper corrected.

Cosmos chuckled, and led them to the ship.

“I got another question,” the shiny said, “is it true that the General named you Cosmos?”

Cosmos took off his helmet, smiling, “right after she punched General Vos.”

****

Ever since losing his voice, Tracks had noticed everyone tends to talk around him.

Even in a crowd of brothers, he felt like an afterthought.

Goose—who volunteered to be his copilot—always talked for both of them.

Some days, it felt like the well meaning pilot with the obnoxiously loud laugh was putting words in Tracks’s mouth.

As they walked back from the mess, where they were with the other 952nd pilots, Tracks’s gaze fell on a lone trooper in pristine white armor.

They’re sending them out newer and newer each month.

There was no one else around, and this shiny was looked like he was just left there.

Abandoned like a pup.

“…but that’s besides the point. The point is that our General is the best out of all the Generals we had. Sure I wasn’t around for General one and two, but out of the others, she’s the best. I mean how many Generals do you know eats their meals with her pilots and helps name them? Although, Baby isn’t exactly an ideal name, and the trooper with that name is too gruff that it’s almost an insult if you think about it. Not as insulting as Dipstick. Don’t know why Radar is so obsessed with that one. Seriously, what goes on in Radar’s head? Total mystery. I don’t even think he knows what he thinks about half the time.”

Tracks took in every word, nodding. However, he honestly was more curious about the lone shiny.

“I’m talking too much again, huh?” Goose rubbed the back of his neck, “sorry.”

Tracks waved his hands, then gestured to the trooper sitting by himself.

He looked beyond bored under his helmet, drumming his hands on his armored knees.

“You lost, shiny?” Goose approached.

Not how I’d start, but okay.

“Hmm?” The shiny looked up, “no, I’m just… waiting.”

“For what?” Goose knelt down, “you already causing mischief.”

“Not really,” the trooper answered, “just not clicking with anyone yet.”

Tracks held out his hand, offering him aid getting up.

Goose translated, “Tracks wants you to join us.”

“Really, you don’t have to pity me,” the shiny hugged his knees, “I’ll be fine.”

Tracks kicked his boot lightly.

“Tracks says he’s not taking no for an answer,” Goose turned to him. “Right?”

Tracks gave him a thumbs up, close enough.

Goose stood up, “come on.”

The shiny sighed, then took Tracks’s hand, “not like anyone is actually looking for me.”

****

They only had a few minutes to themselves.

As usual, despite the informality, Juliette joined Hardwire. She followed him into a quiet room, and removed her helmet easily. Her gear was not as clunky with snow gear trapping her in.

“Let me,” she giggled as Hardwire struggled.

“I can do it,” Hardwire tried to shoo her hands away, but not once actually hitting her hands.

She popped his seal, and lifted his helmet up, “there’s your charming smile.”

A smile formed on his face, despite him trying not to give into her teasing.

“General,” Hardwire lightly scolded, “you’re forgetting your formalities.”

“Sorry,” she apologized, even though he could tell she didn’t mean it.

He sighed, shaking his head as he went into his pack passing her a ration bar.

She sniffed it, grimacing.

“It’s not that bad,” Hardwire bit into his.

“It smells disgusting,” she gagged. “You men actually eat and enjoy this?”

“It has all the protein and nutrients we need,” he took another bite, “you’ve eaten it before.”

“When I was starving,” Juliette pouted, “now I see why Fang enjoys cooking shows.”

Hardwire paused, “where do you get access to cooking shows?”

“My private datapad isn’t on a clone military network,” she explained, “speaking of, why are clone networks so censored? You can’t access any sort of entertainment other than cheesy radio.”

“Do I have to remind you we’re soldiers?”

“I know that, but you get to go on leave and have some days of freedom.”

“But not for free. We can’t just go everywhere unless we have the credits. Then it’s how’d you get these credits?”

“That’s awful.”

Her lip pouted after she said that.

It was unconscious, like a habit.

Hardwire lifted her chin, “have I ever told you that you’re my favorite person besides my brothers?”

“Really?” Juliette lit up.

“Really.” He tapped her nose.

She giggled, then sat on the desk he was leaning on. Her face twisted into disgust again, looking at the ration bar.

“If you eat it, I’ll tell you some good news,” he offered.

Juliette groaned, then bit into the bar chewing slowly.

“Swallow it,” he scolded.

She groaned, forcing it down, “it’s like eating dirt.”

Hardwire chuckled, opening his datapad, “according to Cooper, the men found some shinies.”

“Shinies?” Juliette forced herself to take another bite.

“It’s what we call troopers who just left Kamino and haven’t seen real action yet,” Hardwire explained, “anyways, they taken a real liking to us and Cooper sent me a request transfer regarding the two of them?”

Juliette swallowed hard, “are you saying two new troopers?”

“Should I forward in the request to General Skywalker?” Hardwire asked.

“Yes!” Juliette gripped his shoulders. “Please! If Cooper likes them then that’s a good sign!”

Hardwire laughed, “alright, alright. Just give me…”

He turned back to her, really processing her words.

“What do you mean by that?” Hardwire asked.

“It’s kind of obvious Cooper doesn’t like me,” Juliette shrugged. “And I’ve heard there’s been a few heated arguments regarding me.”

“Did Fang tell you?” Hardwire asked, forgetting to deny that fact.

She shook her head, “Fang only said once that Cooper is conflicted and to just not push my luck.”

“Honestly,” Hardwire sighed, “he’s just worried we’ll destroy you.”

“Destroy me?” Juliette laughed, “are you planning on killing me?”

Hardwire placed his hand on top of her head.

She quieted down, looking up at him with those hopeful eyes he adored.

“You’re so important to us,” he pat her head, “and when we die, we don’t want you to mourn us. We’re meant to die for the Republic, and you have to let us.”

Without a word, she cupped his face, pulling him down to her eye level, “Hardwire, you are my friend. All of you are so important to me, and I’m not going to cry because I’m sad I lost a soldier. I’m going to cry because I lost someone I will never see again. Even if I’m sad, I’m not going to abandon you or any of your brothers. Do you understand me?”

Hardwire smiled, “crystal.”

She pulled him closer, and kissed his forehead, “no more fretting. I’m banishing all your fears.”

He laughed, standing back up, “I see why Fang fell for you now. Here I thought it was just you saved him from uncertain fate on Kamino.”

“You’re silly,” Juliette hopped off the desk, “clearly he fell for me for my obnoxious personality.”

****

It wasn’t intended, but Cosmos was pretty sure he just kidnapped this shiny he refused to call Lazy.

No one was looking for him, so Cosmos was taking full advantage of having a buddy.

“So, you don’t have a co-pilot yet?” He asked, almost as if plotting something.

“Afraid not,” Cosmos sighed, “with everything that happened on Kamino, we’re being delayed troops. I understand, but at the same time I’d like to not have to hope that someone lets me step in.”

He couldn’t imagine any of them dying again.

He heard Tracks lost his wingman under Merick’s time as General. Whispers when Tracks wasn’t present told of a gruesome scene.

Cosmos came into the 952nd about the same time as Juliette. Along with them, it was his deceased co-pilot, Tag and Frenzy, and another pair of pilots now dead.

They needed pilots just as much as they needed troopers.

“Is piloting full time hard?” he asked, “I’ve flown a couple ships and liked it.”

Cosmos chuckled, “you’d need training, and to be certified as a pilot. Besides, 501st doesn’t seem to be lacking pilots.”

“Oh, I forgot you’re not 501st,” he dropped his head down. “My mistake.”

Cosmos stopped walking, “were… you suggesting you’d be my co-pilot?”

The shiny turned his visor to him, “well, yeah.”

Cosmos stared him, feeling as if his helmet’s audio was messed up.

Are you kidding me? I find a willing volunteer to be my co-pilot, who listens to me, and has a personality that isn’t making fun of each other at lunch. And he’s from another Legion? Cosmos wanted to wrap the shiny in a hug, Universe, you are cruel!

Instead, Cosmos just gripped his shoulder, “if I was able to, I’d make you my co-pilot in a heartbeat.”

“Thank you, Cosmos,” the shiny said sadly. “I’d be your co-pilot in a heartbeat.”

****

Juliette sat on the sidelines, watching as Master Skywalker spoke to the Jedi council.

At the other side of the room, she could see Hardwire and Rex working on the controls, going through channels.

She kept going back and forth between the clones on the communication logs, and the Jedi meeting.

The meeting was more so a check in, and not of much interest to her.

She looked back to the clones, noting Rex’s rigid stance.

She closed her eyes, listening hard.

“They were suppose to check in by now,” Rex grumbled.

“I can assemble a squad,” Hardwire offered.

“It’s getting worse out there,” Rex sighed, “sending out another squad could get them killed.”

Juliette opened her eyes.

She got up, and approached the Commander and Captain.

“Commander,” she cooed, “you know I’m a trained tracker, right?”

Rex looked to Hardwire, then back to her, “General Trix, it is dangerous out there. Not just the cold, the inhabitants as well.”

“I can handle it,” Juliette turned to Hardwire, “you believe in me, right?”

“Of course I do,” Hardwire had a smile in his voice.

“I do as well,” Master Skywalker approached, done with his meeting. “Rex, loan her some speeders and a couple men.”

Hardwire turned to her, “may I suggest bringing Mirage, General. In case you do run into trouble, you might need his assistance.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Juliette followed Captain Rex, already contacting her ARC.

As soon as the doors shut, Rex finally looked at her.

“I heard you rescued that pilot,” Rex said, “you earned a great deal of respect from many of my brothers.”

Juliette studied him, “many, you say?”

“I’m still deciding,” Rex answered, opening his comm, “Jesse, assemble a squad, we got some missing scouts to find.”

****

Tracks and the other 952nd watched in amusement as Mirage excitedly rambled, running a comb through the shiny’s hair with gel.

“Careful, Pretty Boy,” Boomerang teased, “you’re making a clone of yourself. Which I didn’t think was possible.”

Tracks smirked, stealing a glance at Cooper.

He was sitting next to the Sergeant when he sent a request to Commander Hardwire.

If General Trix saw them right now, Tracks thought, she’d kidnap this one immediately.

“Someone has to teach our little brother important life lessons,” Mirage chuckled, “don’t you agree, kid?”

“Yes, sir,” the shiny agreed.

Boomerang and Cooper exchanged a look, acknowledging each other’s standard haircuts.

Juliette hopped on the ship, “hiya, men!”

“Hi, Juliette,” they all acknowledged.

Tracks gave her a wave, wondering why she was so smiley.

“I need my best ARC,” Juliette turned to Mirage, “a scouting group is lost, and Hardwire wants you with me.”

“Anything for you,” Mirage put on his gloves, “I’ll be back, kid.”

Juliette hopped off the ship again, “love the hair, new friend!”

Mirage followed her off, adjusting his helmet as he walked.

Probably not a good idea to walk and fix his gear, Tracks thought.

She moved next to Mirage, holding his arm as he walked.

“She’s a good General,” Goose declared, getting a hum of agreement.

“She has kind eyes,” the shiny stood up, as his comm went off. “Looks like I got to go. Thank you, for your hospitality.”

“Anytime,” Goose hummed.

“See you later, trooper,” Keks smiled.

Sooner than you realize, shiny.

****

The snow was rough.

It was hitting them hard, in icy sharp walls of sleet and snow.

She was grateful Mirage was driving, and she was in the sidecar looking over logs.

Rex gestured for them to stop, and the speeders skidded to a halt.

Juliette reread the last transcribed report. It said someone in the background screamed, then the line went dead.

“It’s going to be impossible to track them,” Jesse stated, “probably froze in the storm.”

Juliette messaged Hardwire to get her the audio.

“We can’t give up on them,” Kix argued.

Almost immediately, Hardwire sent it.

“We got to at least try,” Rex ordered.

Juliette listened to the audio in her helmet, hearing something else besides the trooper screaming.

It was a growl.

She sent another request to Hardwire.

“General Trix, are you even listening?” Rex appeared in front of her.

Hardwire sent a map of caves, and one word.

“Wampas.” Juliette stated.

“Wampas?” Rex asked.

“In the last audio message we got from your men,” Juliette explained, “there’s something in the background, and considering the inhabitants of this planet, I suspect they were taken by a Wampa.”

“And you expect us to take on a Wampa?“ Jesse scoffed.

“Sounds like it’ll be fun!” Hardcase laughed.

Juliette passed Rex her datapad, “I had Hardwire send a map of known cave locations. These two are the closest to their last transmission.”

Rex looked it over, humming, “Jesse, you and the kid go with the General to this location. Hardcase, Kix, you’re with me.”

Rex handed her the datapad back, and went back to his speeder.

Mirage started up the speeder again, and the teams split up.

“Are you sure about this General?“ Mirage called over the running engine. “I hear those things are dangerous.”

“If it was you, I’d come for you,” Juliette stated, “you can rely on that fact always, Mirage.”

****

Hardwire headed down to the hanger, still checking over his datapad as Juliette messaged him.

She suspects a Wampa took the men, he highlighted some caves as he walked. I hope she’ll be okay facing one.

“Well, well,” Boomerang appeared at his side, “if it isn’t my favorite Commander.”

“I hope I’m your favorite Commander,” Hardwire sent the locations.

He glance back to Fang and Coyote tailing him.

“How you all handling this cold?” Hardwire asked.

“Probably better than Mirage,” Coyote joked.

“Even with the heaters running and this extra padding I’m shivering,” Fang shuttered, “after this, don’t expect to see me without a big, warm blanket.”

“Can the next planet be tropical?” Boomerang teased. “I want to make a sandcastle.”

“If only we’d be so lucky,” Hardwire mused as he approached Keks. “All set?”

“Cooper is doing a final check,” Keks said leaning on a crate. “Kind of vish those troopers didn’t get lost. Ve could’ve been leaving with our two new shinies.”

“New what now?” Boomerang exclaimed.

“Cooper said you all took a liking to some discarded shinies,” Hardwire chuckled. “General Skywalker and Captain Rex have approved the transfer. We just need to let the troopers know.”

“Cosmos has one,” Keks stated, “the other vent vith the search party.”

“Where’s Cosmos then?” Hardwire asked.

“Wandering around,” Coyote answered, “with his pilot crew.”

“Of course,” Hardwire chuckled, “they’re a flock.”

Boomerang turned to him offended, “hey, bad jokes are my thing.”

“My bad,” Hardwire chuckled. “I’ll find him later.”

****

They approached the cave, following Mirage.

Juliette wanted to take point, but he insisted.

The ARC lowered his scope, keeping his head close to the wall as he looked in.

“You were right,” he whispered, “there’s two left, one isn’t looking too good.”

“Any sign of the Wampa?” Jesse asked quietly.

“Nope,” Mirage crept around the corner, “it appears to be out.”

“Shiny, keep watch,” Jesse ordered.

“Yes, sir,” the trooper responded.

Juliette followed Mirage in, keeping one hand at her holster as they entered the open area.

She knelt down, looking over the two troopers.

One looked like he was confused, the other was holding him trembling like a small child with his security blanket.

Juliette held out her hand, “I’m Juliette Trix, we’re here to save you.”

The trooper took her hand.

Even through their gloves, he felt like ice.

Poor darling, she removed her pack. He’s shivering.

She took out the blanket and wrapped it around the trooper’s shoulders, “can you walk?”

The trooper shook his head, teeth chattering, “I-I can’t f-feel my toes.”

Mirage helped the other trooper up, “you look like you got tossed around.”

“You have no idea,” the trooper replied groggily.

The shiny backed in, “guys… it’s back.”

Jesse aimed his blaster, “fall back, shiny.”

The trooper glided back on the ice, gracefully dropping to his knee next to Jesse.

Supporting his brother, Mirage and the discombobulated trooper aimed pistols.

Juliette waited till the giant, white furred creature with giant claws rounded the corner.

It bared its gnarly teeth, growling at them.

“What’s the plan?” Jesse asked her. “Hold our ground?”

Juliette looked to her gauntlet, tapping a few buttons, “it’s what? About three meters? A couple hundred kilograms?”

“What are you talking about?” Jesse asked.

“Screw it,” Juliette set it all the way up, “I suck at math.”

She aimed her gauntlet and fired a grapple attached to a wire.

The Wampa looked at the impalement, and cried out when she hit it with a huge shock of electricity.

As predicted, it fell.

Jesse groaned, “damn. You left no fun for us.”

“I love you,” the shivering trooper gasped.

Lucky for her, her helmet hid the rush of blood that went straight to her face.

“Gosh, you could take me out a date before you declare your love for me,” Juliette said, hoping they didn’t hear the shock in her voice.

“Come on, trooper,” Jesse helped the man up, “she’s way out of your league anyways.”

Juliette slid on the ice, “I suggest we leave before he wakes up. Assuming I didn’t kill him.”

The shiny skated on the ice, following her lead.

Jesse and the two other troopers shuffled on the ice, lacking the shiny’s confidence.

Mirage took one step, and slipped down into a painful looking forward split.

“Kriff…” Mirage whimpered as he defeatedly slumped to the side.

Jesse chuckled, then turned to Juliette, “I’ll contact Rex and get these two to the speeders.”

“Thank you,” Juliette glided back to Mirage with the shiny. “You hurt?”

Mirage groaned, “I think I pulled something.”

The shiny helped Mirage up, looping his arm over his shoulder.

“Thanks, vod.” Mirage said, wincing as he slowly limped.

“Vod?” The shiny asked.

“It’s Mando’a,” Juliette supported Mirage. “Basically means sibling, brother, or sister.”

“A bunch of early ARCs picked up bits and pieces and passed it on to us,” Mirage chuckled.

“That explains so much,” Juliette glanced down at the Wampa as they passed. “Yup, definitely didn’t kill it. I vote we never come back to this planet, ever.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Mirage picked up his pace.

They got out to the speeder bikes, greeted by Jesse.

“Mind if your little shadow rides with you?” Jesse asked, “I got the others wrapped up in my side card.”

“That’s fine with me,” Juliette said, “maybe I’ll steal his body heat.”

The shiny chuckled, “happy to be of service.”

Mirage got on his speeder bike, starting it up.

The shiny helped Juliette in, and hopped in beside her.

She kept her gaze on the cave.

“Hey, Juliette,” Mirage turned to her, “not to sound jealous, but couldn’t you have let us shoot it first?”

“Sorry,” Juliette giggled, “I had to make sure this thing still worked before a real emergency.”

“Uh huh,” Mirage chuckled, hitting the gas.

She jerked back into her seat, as she saw a shadow in the cave.

“Aren’t Wampas insanely fast?” Juliette yelled over the engine.

Mirage gunned it, and Jesse stepped on it too.

Leaving the creature crying out at its cave.

Who the heck would make a base out here?

****

Tracks sat on the ship, prepping for takeoff.

Goose popped up in the front seat of the canopy.

“Hi,” Goose said over his shoulder.

Tracks grunted.

“So, I was thinking,” Goose began prepping, “you use to say something about getting the ship to drop points safe and sound, right?”

Tracks paused, feeling dread course though him.

“I’ll get you there safe and sound.”

That’s what he use to always tell Hardwire at takeoff, part for himself and part for Hardwire’s peace of mind.

It was his words.

He didn’t want to share them.

Not even with Goose.

But, he didn’t have his voice anymore.

Goose turned to him, “I’m right, right?”

Tracks felt his shoulders slump in defeat, and he nodded.

They were his words.

Goose crossed his arms over his chest, “safe.”

Tracks straightened up.

Held up his fists, “and.”

Tracks mirrored him.

Then slowly moved on hand over his chest, “sound.”

Tracks put it all together, ‘safe and sound.’

“I got to double check it when we get back,” Goose turned back to the controls, “but you seemed down lately. I’m guessing your therapy isn’t going well.”

Tracks blew some air out of his mouth.

“That bad, huh?” Goose sighed, “well, guess I’ll continue chatting everyone’s ear off while they all wonder how that really tall copilot of mine puts up with me.”

Tracks shook his head, clicking his tongue.

“You know,” Goose laughed, “you’ve gotten sassier since losing your voice. Or were you always like this?”

When Goose turned back to him, Tracks placed his fingertips to the chin of his helmet and extended his palm.

Goose chuckled, “you’re welcome.”

****

Seeing Juliette again was a relief, but also kind of upsetting.

“Guess you’ll be leaving now, huh?“ his shiny said sadly, “maybe we’ll meet again soon?”

Cosmos doubted it.

When the 501st needed aid, it was 212th or 104th who came running.

Still, Cosmos wouldn’t let his disappointment show through his voice as he shook the trooper’s hand.

“When we meet again,” Cosmos said, “you better have a real name by then. Got it?”

“Got it.” The shiny laughed, but there was no heart to his voice.

Cosmos sighed, “I’m going to miss you too, brother.”

The shiny backed away, weakly waving, “don’t crash.”

“Don’t get shot,” Cosmos sadly waved back, turning away first.

This sucks, he thought with every heavy footstep.

****

Hardwire approached Juliette, noting the shivering as she turned to him.

“Cold?” Hardwire teased.

“So cold,” she said, “I’m almost considering snuggling up to you.”

Jesse came up behind her, dropping a blanket over her shoulders, “here. You can have this back. The men are being warmed up now.”

“Thanks,” she said, “by the way, I do remember you.”

“You do?” Jesse sounded just as confused as Hardwire.

“General, we have never worked with the 501st,” Mirage reminded her.

“I meant at 79’s,” Juliette turned to Jesse, “I asked you where the 952nd were.”

Jesse tilted his head like a bird, “wait…”

Hardwire chuckled, “I forgot the 501st were on leave that day too.”

Jesse sputtered, then backed away hurriedly.

“I think you spooked him,” the shiny laughed.

Hardwire looked at the shiny, mirroring Mirage’s stance with his hands folded behind his back.

Boomerang came over, noticing it too, “I like your shadow.”

“He’s a good little shadow,” Mirage agreed.

“Shadow,” the shiny mused, “I like it.”

“Well, Shadow,” Hardwire stepped forward, “I think you should know you’re no longer part of the 501st.”

“I’m not?” Shadow asked.

“You’re ours now,” Juliette declared.

“Welcome to the 952nd,” Boomerang wrapped an arm around him, “our motto is ‘you call, we haul’.”

“Pretty much.” Mirage snickered, “come on, let’s get you on the ship and introduce you again.”

Hardwire chuckled, then turned to Juliette, “I sent Cooper to get the other one. Once they’re on board, we can leave.”

“Great,” Juliette wrapped her blanket tighter around her, “I want to eat something hot wrapped in my blanket.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Hardwire chuckled.

His gaze shifted to Rex’s boys, frantically talking and gesturing towards her. Rex had joined them, just listening to them debate.

They don’t believe him, Hardwire concluded.

“Want to go say goodbye to Rex quick?” Hardwire asked.

Juliette sighed, taking off her blanket, and putting it under her arm in a ball.

He led her to the four men, and let her take lead.

“Captain Rex,” she extended her hand, “it was a pleasure, I hope to see you again soon.”

Rex took her hand, “likewise, General Trix.”

Hardcase whispered, “it’s definitely not her.”

“But how would she know that?” Jesse briskly argued.

Juliette turned to them, then turned to Hardwire passing him the blanket. She turned her attention back to the men, and placed a hand on Jesse’s arm.

“Please? I’d really love your help.”

Jesse chuckled, backing away almost bashfully.

“Is it her?” Rex teased them.

Kix snickered, “it’s her.”

Hardcase turned to Hardwire, “you’re welcome.”

Hardwire shook his head, softly laughing, “I am truly grateful you guided her to us.”

Juliette gave them a nod, and began walking.

“Good luck out there, Commander,” Rex shook Hardwire’s hand, “and don’t lose another General.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Hardwire stated, then went after her.

She turned to him, extending her hands out for her blanket.

He turned his body, keeping it away.

He could imagine her pouting her lip under her helmet.

“You flirted your way to us,” Hardwire teased.

“Only a little,” she quietly admitted.

They stepped on the ship.

“We’re clear,” he said in his comlink, then the doors shut.

He wrapped her blanket around her, then gently pushed her two steps back to Fang.

The trooper wrapped an arm around her, holding her as always.

But that’s all he did.

****

Once the ship landed, Cosmos hopped out of the canopy not waiting for the ladder.

“You know, that’s bad for your knees,” a shiny approached him.

No way.

Juliette popped up with him smiling, “we got two new recruits. You like?”

Cosmos grabbed her, wrapping her in a hug.

“I do have bad news though,” the shiny got his helmet off, “I still don’t got a name.”

“It’s okay,” Cosmos laughed, “I understand.”

Juliette turned to the shiny, “whatever you do, stay away from Radar. You don’t look like a Dipstick.”

“Absolutely not,” Cosmos agreed, “his name is definitely not Dipstick.”

The shiny awkwardly smiled, “thank you?”

Cosmos released Juliette, “we’ll explain over food. I’m thinking hot soup.”

“I’ll take hot anything,” Juliette took off her helmet, smiling as she took her hair out of a messy, lose bun.

The shiny looked at her, “huh, I see what you meant Cosmos.”

“What did you say, Cos?” Juliette turned to him with worried eyes.

“That you your smile is contagious,” Cosmos tapped her nose.

Juliette giggled, “you’re a liar.”

“Believe what you want,” Cosmos put an arm around both of them, “but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”

****

“Please don’t downplay it. You could’ve gotten hurt.”

The hours had passed. From dinner to bedtime, leading to the moments she snuck with just Fang in her room.

Her head rested on his chest, listening to steady drumming of his heart beneath her ear.

His rough fingers ghosted over her, playing with her hair, brushing her cheek, tracing her arms, and running down her spine. Almost as if he memorizing her through his fingertips.

Her hand found his left, feeling the warmth of his fingers slip between her own.

She brought his knuckles to her lips, “I’m downplaying nothing. I was fine, besides I had Mirage.”

“Mirage said during dinner he slipped leaving the cave,” Fang stated, “and if that Wampa got a hold of any of those troopers, you would’ve risked yourself for them.”

“Isn’t that my job as a General?“ Juliette asked.

She could hear the annoyance in his sigh, and he said nothing.

She never seen him mad before.

Jealousy sometimes occasionally showed up, but never was he this upset.

She sat up, moving up his body to his face.

His head was turned away.

His brow furrowed and jaw clenched.

“Fang?” Juliette swept his curls off his forehead, “please look at me?”

He turned to her, eyes hard as steel.

This really upset him, she concluded as she caressed his face, “Fang, I’m sorry. I get you’re upset with me, but I have to protect you and your brothers.”

“Protecting us isn’t your job,” Fang rolled his eyes.

“Are we fighting?” Juliette asked, watching in horror as he got up.

“Obviously,” Fang hopped off the bed, gathering his armor.

He’s leaving!

Juliette scrambled off her bed, “wait, I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

Fang kept placing pieces of armor back over his bodysuit.

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” Juliette felt tears stinging at her eyes. “Fang, please tell me what I did.”

Fang turned to her, snapping, “you took off without saying goodbye!”

She sucked in her breath.

“You went off into a snow storm on a planet that’s temperatures are in the negative hundreds. You went in said snowstorm to rescue two troopers you didn’t even know, and when you realized it was a Wampa that might’ve took them, you went searching for the Wampa!” Fang ran his hands over his face, “you risked yourself for strangers, and I can’t tell if I love that or despise that.”

Juliette sunk down onto the bed, “I didn’t think it was that dangerous.”

“This a constant war zone,” Fang picked up his helmet, “everything you do is dangerous. I’m sorry I blew up at you, but I need to cool off.”

“Please don’t leave,” Juliette reached for him.

He stepped away, repeating, “I need to cool off.”

Juliette felt her lip trembling as he left the room, not even bothering to shut her door.

She held her face in her hands, trying to will the tears away and work up the strength to get up.

The door closed, and she lifted her gaze to the last trooper she expected to see in her room.

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 5 years ago

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Love you too.

A/N: This was initially supposed to be smut but my brain went hay wire and ended in angst. More Mayans coming next week!

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Also, if I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or want to be tagged; please let know!

Word Count: 2210

Ezekiel Reyes x Reader

Warnings: language, angst, Ez being an asshole, heartbreak, more angst

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Ezekiel couldn’t resist ogling Y/N from across the overly crowded bar. Cigar smoke filtrated throughout, pool cues ricocheted, and Y/N dawned that brilliant smile of hers. Her candied glimpse combined with her impeccably short dress, and irrevocably sexiness drove Ez to the brink of combustion. Ez perched an elbow against the wood bar top watching Y/N’s hypnotizing demeanor. She shot him a playful glance unwilling to draw her attention elsewhere than from the beautiful man across the room.

Her voice oozed of alcoholic flirtation as she bit her lower lip catching his interest and walking his way.

“Come here often, hotshot?”

There was no denying the sly chuckle that slipped off his lips; “Smooth line. How often does that one actually work?”

Her kittenish nature only stoked his fire lighting a fire in his belly.

“Well…my boyfriend usually falls for it but he’s kinda into that cutesy bullshit. Come to think of it, you might know him. Tall, dark, and handsome? Ring any bells?”

Her insinuated attitude was driving him crazy. Unbeknownst to Y/N, his cock stirred in the confines of his jeans. She wanted to force his hand, compel to his more dominant side. His blood seethed as his eardrums hummed of desolate waves. Ez bit his tongue to stop the trickle of words begging to slink from his lips.

“Sounds like a sucker. Didn’t think a pretty chica like you to be taken? Such a shame.”

Y/N’s raised an eyebrow in curiosity wondering how much longer she could push him before he turned into putty.

“Now, now. I don’t appreciate you talking shit about my man. It’d be best if you watch yourself.”

Y/N excelled when a challenge presented itself. Defiance buried in her very pitch as she scooted closer to the man in question. Now elbow to elbow, Y/N rested her cheek against her knuckles coyishly.

“Baby, if you keep smiling like that, my panties will be drenched before we have the chance to do a damn thing about it.”

Leaning closer in;” Please don’t fuck it up.”

“Oh, so you’re admitting I turn you on…make you wet?” There was no hiding the devilish grin cemented on his perfect face.

Her face furiously flushed at his choice words; “Most definitely, E. In all honesty, I’m not wearing underwear because matter of fact just looking at that gorgeous jawline of yours is way too much for my ovaries to handle.”

His tongue met the roof of his mouth creating a tsk sound reverberating from his mouth. Y/N rubbed her thighs together in hopes of alleviating her eccentric inner bits. Y/N pushed her falling tendrils from her face tilting her head his direction. Her hand made quick work caressing her inner breasts as Ez watched her chest beat rapidly.

“Mmmhm, and this girl is hoping her boyfriend just might be able to sneak away from his boys for a minute to properly fuck his girl. But I’d hate to force your hand….”

“I hope you know the punishment that ensues for this behavior baby girl…”

“Oh, so you admit you’ll punish me? God, I’ve been dying for you to fuck me all night. Finally, you got the hint, Prospect.”

Ezekiel chucked at her cleverness. He’d long fallen for the woman before him, but he appreciated the constant challenge she reciprocated time and time again.

“What are you trying to hint at, Y/N?”

“You know exactly what I want and you’re playing coy if you don’t.”

Y/N rested her hand atop his shoulder as his hand perched upon the dip of her luscious hip. Leaning in dangerously close, she trailed sleek kisses against the slick of his neck. Each smooth trailed upwards towards his ear as Y/N leaned in seductively close.

“It’s cute thinking you don’t want to fuck the shit out of me here. Your bashfulness never seizes to amaze me.”

Her hands grazed down his defined abs brutishly stroking the outer layer of his jeans.

“But your dick seems to tell another story.”

Ezekiel gazed around the room watching his brothers too distracted by pool cues and babes to notice their interaction laughing aloud.

“If you haven’t noticed I’m still their bitch boy and I can’t just slip away without someone noticing.”

“Oh, but I promise you won’t have to travel far. The bathrooms are only a few feet away. So, if you’re interested in fucking your super-horny girlfriend, meet me there in five minutes. If not, I’ll just have to do the job myself. But don’t worry, I’ll send you the video.”

“You’re such a goddamn brat, you know that? …” Ez moved his hand grazing his clothed crotch as a moan alluded her.

“Can’t you feel how hard I am for you right now? It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yes, dear boyfriend. If you’re bating me then yes, I do want to fuck you here and now.”

“So quick to make demands when you’re in no position to do so. Shit, I can’t wait to nestle so fucking deep within you, to hear you begging for me. Someone needs to fuck the brat outta ya.”

“Oh, it’s so cute you think I’ll beg. My pussy is your haven, don’t forget that.”

Y/N added just an inch of space between their sweltering bodies unwilling to give into him so easily.

“So, I’ll take your erect cock as a yes. You know where I’ll be…”

Y/N walked by him dripping in her own seductive nature. Ez reached towards her gripping her arm in exchange; “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

“Well guess you can prove it to me.”

“Oh, you tease….”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!”

“You little…”

“Brat? That’s right, only one person makes me act this way, feel this way and that person is you. So, whether you like it or not, deal with it.”

“Oh, I’ll deal with you alright. Soon enough you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

“I completely intend on it. In fact, I’ll leave the ball in your court.”

Y/N sauntered past him making sure to graze her breasts against his trunk; “You know where I’ll be.” She winked his way hoping for Ez to catch her hint before walking towards the bathroom hoping the one person she’d hoped would follow. Ezekiel Reyes was genuinely her other half, someone who understood every intricate design she’d been allotted.

Coco approached the Ez clasping his shoulder; “How are you the luckiest bastard outta all of us, Prospect? You get to tap that on the daily? Not fair cabrón.”

His angelic curls fell gently upon his forehead as that signature smirk of his appeared.

“In my defense, she’s a little shit that she tests my patience every damn day. But, yes, I gotta agree with you. I’m the luckiest bastard outta all of us.”

“So quit fuckin talking to me and go get yo girl, newbie.”

Ez nodded agreeing with Coco. He was torn between his club obligations and chasing after Y/N, his eyes bouncing back and forth.

“Don’t worry. I’ll cover you. 10 minutes… now go before I change my mind!”

“Thanks, brother. I owe you one.”

“Damn right you do, now go!”

His boots pounded against the wood; his strides picked up taking him quickly to his destination. Ez’s anticipation peaked as he neared the bathroom door rattling the handle. Ez stood dumbfounded to find the door locked…

“Querida, I know you’re in there. I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, ain’t I?”

Y/N whispered back through the door; “I’m counting on it.”

The click of the door gave way unlocking as Ez stepped inside swiftly shutting the door behind him. He eyed Y/N like she was his last and final meal wanting to devour her from the outside in. The startled look in her misty eyes only excited him more. He stalked towards her; Y/N walked backwards in sync with him. Soon enough, the back of her thighs met the cold cabinet. Her skin crawled of goosebumps as her panting increased significantly.

“You bait me all night, wearing this ungodly short piece of fabric that barely covers anything on this gorgeous body of yours, and you have the audacity to talk shit?”

Electricity stifled their small quarters as Ez’s hands played with her hemline. Wet kisses tickled down her collar bone. Y/N tilted her head allowing Ez easier access. Torturously slow, Ez pressed the material upwards above her curvy hips revealing her bare pussy.

“No underwear. Glad to see you weren’t lying.”

Y/N slapped his chest in jest; “One thing I will never do is lie to you Ezekiel Reyes.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Only adding fuel to the fire, Y/N grasped his chin between her fingers forcing his gaze to remain on her and only her. She squeezed tightly enough to grab his fleeting attention.

“I don’t joke about that shit, E. I’ve never felt this way before. Don’t spoil it just yet.”

The crow’s feet near his eyes softened exhaling all the excess air loitering in his lungs. His infamous puppy dog looks triggered charging their electricity. Forgetting her momentarily exposure, Y/N closed the gap kissing him with every inch of might fathomable. She mustered every ounce of desire to which Ez gladly reciprocated.

Their moans intermingled as Ez tapped her thigh signaling to jump on the counter. Her legs spread unconscious creating the perfect amount of space for him to slide into. His hands travelled along her sides before finding home and squeezing the globes of her luscious ass. Every dimple and indention turned him on. An illicit squeak was the only other sound accompanying their heavy breathing.

“Please, E.” A whiny undertone whirred to life.

“Please what? I’m right here.”

Her legs wrapped around his hips securely pulling him closer. His jeans rubbed deliciously against her exposed thighs only teasing her further.

“I want you. All of you, Ezekiel Reyes. Forever.”

Something unexplainable shifted in that moment as Ez gazed down at the girl pinned beneath him. For so long, he’d wanted this, dreamt of her, and now he wasn’t sure how to handle himself. The last time he gave himself so freely to another ended up burning him. Emily was his first love but Y/N, Y/N was his epic love. The twinkle in her eyes welcomed him time and time again silently begging for permission. Suddenly it wasn’t just about sex and pleasure but an opportunity of redemption.

“You feel it too, right?”

Y/N pulled back from his grasp embarrassed at her newfound honesty. “Ugh, I’m fucking it up, aren’t I? I didn’t mean for things to get so intense in a fucking bathroom of all places?”

Just as she moved to hop down, Ez stopped her. His this, this life he chose was no place for a woman like Y/N. And though his heart beat victoriously in his chest, Ezekiel knew what had to done. There was no way in hell he’d allow her to morph into his fucked-up life. He wanted to shout it to the rooftops; I’m in love with you too.

He was ripping at the seams dying to scream his unprofessed love but once again denying the beast within him. His silence was enough of an answer. Y/N frowned trying to hide the quiver of her chin. Looking away, Y/N furiously blinked hoping to will her unshed tears into oblivion. Her purity and compassion were too much at risk to sacrifice.

“Y/N….”

“No, don’t Ezekiel.”

“I think we want different things, things I can’t offer you.”

The rumbles in her chest cascaded violently like waves attacking a cliff. His rejection stung like ravenous bees.

“You can but you won’t. There’s a difference! God! I fall for this shit every time. You lure me back in and just when I break through your heavily guarded walls you pull back and shoo me away. How many times do you have to remind me you don’t want me, E?”

A lone tear streaked down her cheek. Sadness swallowed her whole plummeting to an unimaginable depth. His thumb inadvertently reached for the droplet but she flinched in the nick of time. Defeat coursed through his blood. His subconscious screamed for him to speak but nothing came out. Her words seared him, his own personal brand of pain. Calm down heart.

“Tell me you feeling nothing and I’ll never ask again.”

The somber quietness remained suffocating both parties. It was then that the truth finally dawned on him like boulders falling from the sky. Sometimes the hardest battle we fight is the battle within ourselves.

“Jeez, Ez. Guess I got my answer. Next time you have one of your urges, don’t call me, ever.”

Her warm palm pressed against his pectoral lightly shoving him. The minute distance was enough to destroy him. Her rejection simmered into her movements. With her strength fast depleting, Y/N craved fresh fall air. She stopped in place looking over her sunken shoulder; “It’s sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew. Have a nice life, Reyes.”

Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free. Free to mourn the love she so tragically denied. She distracted herself to save herself. After all, how often do we get a second chance…

~~~~~

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darks-ink · 5 years ago

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Exorcism - Ectoberweek 2019

What do you mean it’s June? Shush. Anyway, yeah. Final entry for Ectoberweek 2019 which I finally finished up for my birthday! Whoo!

Rating: Teen Warnings: yeah. Don’t wanna go into it too much because it kind of spoils the story, but just look at the title, the fact that this is angst, and that the ending is kinda ambiguous, and work off of that Genre: Angst Words: 3,347 Additional Tags: Ambiguous/Open Ending, Identity Reveal, Alternate Universe

[AO3] [FFN]

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Maddie looked over at Jack, steeling herself. Her husband met her gaze and nodded, once, resolute.

They didn’t want to do this. Didn’t want to risk their baby. But they had to. The alternative was far worse.

“Danny,” she said, summoning a shaky smile. She hoped he wouldn’t see through it. Had counted on it, in fact. “Could you come with us, please?”

“Uh… Sure?” He looked confused, but got up anyway. He didn’t seem suspicious.

Good.

“What’s this about?” he asked as they entered the stairway down to the lab. “Why are we going to the lab?”

“We just need you to lend us a hand.” She looked at him over her shoulder, hoping that he would take the bait. Phantom was always a sucker for helping people. She wasn’t sure if that was genuine, or an act, but she hoped that he would fall for it all the same.

Danny scoffed. “Can’t Jazz help you?”

But despite his protests, he didn’t stop following them. Trailed after her into the lab, Jack staying behind Danny. Just in case he made a run for it.

Well, they wouldn’t be able to stop him if he fled in a non-human direction, but still. There were limits to what they could prepare for, and a ghost’s intangibility was one of those limits. At least Jack’s Specter Deflector would stop Phantom if he tried to phase past them.

The three of them stopped in the center of the lab, a mostly-clear spot in the chaos that covered the rest of the room.

She and Jack had cleared it for this exact purpose. The chaos surrounding them would hopefully distract Phantom so he wouldn’t notice the Ghost Catcher, assuming that he knew what it did. They didn’t know how long he had been there, overshadowing Danny. They had no idea what they had told him, unknowingly.

They had no idea how long they had been talking to a ghost instead of their own son. How long Phantom’s possession had gone unnoticed.

“So, uh… What did you need my help with?” the ghost asked with her son’s voice. With her son’s face.

“Just step over here,” Jack instructed, pointing at a seemingly random spot. While Phantom was distracted, Maddie shifted closer to the Ghost Catcher, hoping to keep it out of his sight until he could no longer dodge it.

“Alright…” He sounded reluctant, but followed their commands nonetheless. Maddie wondered if it was Phantom, trying hard to blend in, or Danny, who was exerting all the power he could, trying to help them save him.

She hoped it was Danny. She feared it was Phantom.

She hated that she couldn’t tell.

Her hands wrapped around the rod of the Ghost Catcher. She met Jack’s eyes, and he nodded, sharply.

Danny, having apparently seen Jack look at her, turned to look as well. His eyes, the crystalline blue she loved so much, grew wide.

“Mom, no—” was all he managed to say before she swung the Ghost Catcher at him, the net passing through Danny’s body harmlessly.

He stumbled, the ectoplasm clinging to him so tightly that he was tugged along a little. But the Catcher finished its sweep, drawing out all ectoplasm that Danny’s body contained.

The ghost regained his normal appearance—stark black and white coloration, vivid green eyes—as he fought the cables of the Ghost Catcher. It would serve him no good. They had replaced the normal netting with a new one, designed just for this occasion; sticky enough to hold a fully matured ghost.

Phantom flailed, growling like a trapped animal, his hands lighting up green. That was all the proof Maddie needed. Phantom was too dangerous to restrain, to trap.

They couldn’t risk him escaping. Having him take revenge on them, or, far worse, having him take revenge on Danny.

She shifted her hands down, flipping the safety off of their second new feature.

Jack stepped forward to hold onto the Ghost Catcher as well, and met her eyes. Inclined his head once.

Thus agreed, she pushed the button.

Phantom screamed. The sound was high and cutting, so loud Maddie was almost certain she could see the waves his voice created. His hands grasped wildly, unable to reach anything to hold onto, then tightened onto themselves. Had he been human, his knuckles surely would’ve gone white.

Danny watched the proceedings, wide-eyed, hunched in on himself. Poor boy. Phantom’s almost constant overshadowing must’ve been hell on him, on his mind. She made a mental note to herself to check in on Danny after she was sure Phantom was neutralized, make sure he wasn’t overly traumatized. Make sure he got therapy if he needed it.

Finally, after a few eternally long moments, Phantom started to lose his shape. His extremities grew softer, melting down as they lost their structural integrity. Color draining away to leave them a sharp green.

Unlike Danny, he had his eyes closed, still yelling terribly. At least the sound was petering out now, as he lost power.

The ghost started to melt away entirely, globs of ectoplasm smearing down the netting of the Ghost Catcher, unable to fall off entirely. The sight apparently spurred life back into Danny, as he gasped and set a single step forwards, towards Phantom.

She reached out and stopped him easily.

“No,” Danny keened, like he was in pain. “No, you can’t! Stop!”

“Shh, honey,” she shushed, pulling him against herself in a hug. She ran a hand through his hair, comfortingly. “Shh, he’ll be gone soon. He won’t hurt you anymore.”

“No!” Danny wriggled in her arms, like he was trying to get out. But it was weak, and pointless. This was just an after-effect from Phantom’s overshadowing. She would protect Danny until he was alright again. “No, you can’t! Stop! Stop!”

Maddie tucked Danny against herself, locking him in her embrace. “It’ll be okay, honey. It’ll all be over soon.”

Danny whined, a wordless cry of pain, and Maddie felt her heart clench with empathy. Her poor boy. How long had he been Phantom’s puppet? How long had they missed the obvious?

How long had he been watching a ghost take his place?

Jack grimaced where he stood, clearly itching to get closer, to comfort Danny as well. But he couldn’t. He was the only person holding on to the Ghost Catcher, and they couldn’t risk it malfunctioning. They had to wait until it was certain that Phantom was no longer a threat.

The ghost blubbered, a noise that might have been intended as a cry of pain. She wasn’t sure why—shouldn’t the ghost be too occupied with its disintegration to play pretend?—but it was a clear sign of its decay, at least. Almost all color had gone from him, body more liquid than solid. Phantom wriggled in the cables, but it was weak.

Finally, they had him. If only they’d been quicker, had noticed sooner.

Danny made another pained noise in her arms, and she shushed him. Her eyes were settled on Phantom, watching him dissolve. Cruelly, she wished the ghost could feel pain, that she could make it suffer for what it inflicted upon Danny.

With her son crying in her arms, and her husband grimly staring back, she watched Phantom fall apart. They stood still, stiff and tensed, until there was nothing left but a puddle of sticky ectoplasm.

“I’m sorry,” she said to Danny, ruffling one hand through his hair. “We should’ve noticed sooner, honey, I’m so sorry.”

Danny sniffled as she released him from her tight hold. His eyes were locked on the remains of Phantom; they’d dripped to the floor when Jack had turned off the Ghost Catcher.

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “Right.”

She stepped closer again, one hand up to offer comfort. But Danny flinched back, eyes finally ripped away and towards her.

They’re wide and blue, but cold, so cold. Fear and— and so much more.

“Danny,” Jack tried, voice far quieter than usually. “It’s okay, kiddo. Come on, let’s go up.”

Danny’s eyes wandered back over to the ectoplasm.

“I… would rather be alone,” he finally settled on, and before either of them could think of a reply, he wandered to the stairs.

It felt like a lump of ice had settled in her chest, replacing her heart. Did he blame them for not noticing sooner? He would be right, yes, but she didn’t think… didn’t expect…

“Jack,” she turned towards him, trying to swallow past the blockage in her throat, “Why do I feel like we’ve just done something terrible?”

“It’s just an after effect.” He didn’t sound like he really believed it either. “It’ll wear off. He’ll get better. He has to.”

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But Danny did not get better. Maddie watched him, constantly, every moment she could, and he never seemed to get any better.

No, quite the opposite. His condition seemed to worsen by the day. By the hour.

Danny’s eyes grew dull and lifeless, his hair lost its shine, grew brittle. He became weak, sickly, in just a few days.

It didn’t make sense. The long-term exposure of ectoplasm should’ve been making him sick, but it didn’t. No, removing the contaminant—and the overshadowing ghost—seemed to be the cause of his sickness.

Even if it defied all science, everything Maddie knew…

She couldn’t deny it. Not when her son’s health—and his life, even—was on the line.

Still, Danny refused to talk to her or Jack. He avoided them when possible, and was silent and sullen otherwise. It hurt her to see him like this, slowly withering away, and unable to talk to him.

Somehow, the destruction of Phantom had hurt Danny, and she couldn’t even apologize. Couldn’t even ask him how he was feeling, how they could help.

Had the Ghost Catcher malfunctioned? Had Phantom’s grip on Danny been so strong that removing him had hurt her son in the process?

She didn’t know, and neither did Jack. And they couldn’t ask Danny, because he didn’t talk to them.

But he did talk to Jazz. Often they fell quiet when they saw her, breaking apart or drawing away into their rooms, locking the door behind them. But it was enough for her to notice them talking, near-silent whispers.

Jazz knew what was going on. Her sharp glare, as fiery as her hair, all but confirmed it. Danny had told her what was going on, when he wouldn’t trust his parents with the same knowledge. Even though they would be able to fix it, while Jazz couldn’t.

And despite all this, Jazz didn’t confide in her or Jack either. They all saw Danny grow sicker and sicker, and still Jazz did not come to tell them how to help, how to fix Danny.

Had they really hurt him so badly, that he would rather suffer through this than come to them for help?

Well, she wouldn’t stand for it any longer. Couldn’t stand for it any longer.

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The sound of her knocking on Jazz’ door was absurdly loud in the quiet hallway. Next to her, Jack shuffled uncertainly.

Jazz opened the door, her eyes immediately narrowing when she saw it was them, not Danny. “What do you want?”

“To talk,” Maddie told her, honestly, almost pleadingly. “Danny is sick, Jazz. We all know it. Please let us help. He won’t talk to us.”

She snorted, a vicious sound. “Of course he won’t, not after what you two did.” But Jazz shook her head and opened the door to let them in.

“We tried to help,” Maddie protested, even as she stepped inside, Jack right behind her.

“You could’ve tried talking first, instead of immediately going for the violent approach.” Her voice was sharp, bitter. Relentlessly disapproving. “Hell, you could’ve talked to me, if you didn’t trust Danny. But you didn’t.”

Maddie felt her heart skip a beat. “You knew? About Phantom overshadowing him?”

“It wasn’t overshadowing,” Jazz said, nonsensically. “But, yes. I knew about Phantom.”

“It had to be overshadowing,” Jack countered, his voice quiet and strained. “Phantom was a fully formed ghost influencing Danny.”

Jazz shook her head, dismissive. “Phantom wasn’t a full ghost, although he was fully matured, or so I’ve been told. He was only half ghost.”

Only half ghost. The other half, what, human?

Oh.

“Are you saying that Danny and Phantom were one and the same?” Maddie asked, sharply.

It was supposed to be impossible. One can’t be alive and dead at the same time, ghost and human. But removing the contamination from Danny’s body was killing him, wasn't it?

And they had always frowned at how much Phantom looked like Danny. The same haircut, although in white instead of black, and the shape of his face… The jumpsuit, so much like theirs. Colors inverted from the one they’d made for Danny.

Oh, Danny.

Jazz nodded, her mouth flat and thin. “You’re seeing it now, aren’t you? Finally connecting all the dots?”

“Oh, what have we done?” Maddie turned to Jack, his expression heavy and despairing as well. “It was our fault, wasn’t it? That he was Phantom in the first place? And all we did was threaten him for it, for something we did to him.”

“You didn’t just threaten him,” Jazz pointed out. It felt like knives stabbing into Maddie. “You have hurt him, shooting at Phantom or spitting vitriol. Not to mention the incident a week ago.”

“We just tried to help.” But they hadn’t. They had made everything worse, just because they had skipped talking and went straight for their weapons. “We thought Phantom was overshadowing Danny, so we separated them.”

“But that wasn’t the only thing you did, was it?” Jazz prodded, folding her arms. “Just separating them wasn’t enough, was it?”

No, it hadn’t been.

“Phantom was struggling too much, too violent,” Jack admitted, lowly. “We destabilized him, to make sure he wouldn’t hurt anybody anymore.”

Their own son. They had torn out half of him and destroyed it.

“That’s what did it, I think.” Jazz’s expression had softened somewhat, growing thoughtful. “He’s been separated before, but never for a long time, and never quite this perfectly. Phantom was always a little human, and Danny always a little ghost.”

“So that’s why he’s sick?” Maddie asked, frowning. “Because we forcibly tore away part of him? Part of his soul?”

“I don’t think that it’s that,” Jazz denied. “I don’t think he lost any part of him, of his soul or whatever. I think it was the ectoplasm, specifically. Danny had a terrible accident with the Portal, which could’ve—maybe even should’ve—killed him. But it made him half-ghost instead.”

The Portal? They had known that Danny had been in an accident with it, but… it had been downplayed, apparently. He’d said he hadn’t been hurt, not really. Just a little zap.

It could’ve killed him. It did kill him, in some awful way.

And they hadn’t even noticed.

“The ectoplasm was keeping him alive,” Jack said, coming to the same realization as her. “And we took it away from him.”

“That’s what I thought, too.” Jazz nodded, a frown on her face. “He heals—healed—faster, especially if he was in ghost form. I think the ectoplasm healed his injuries quick enough for him to survive, but in turn, he can’t live without it.”

He was dying. He was dying because of them. No wonder that he refused to tell them.

“Oh, Danny… What have we done?”

“You need to fix this. We need to fix this.” Jazz sighed, one hand coming up to twirl her hair. A nervous tic. “I’ve been working on it, thinking of possible ways to fix it, but it comes down to the fact that we’ll need to reintroduce ectoplasm to his body without poisoning him.”

“We need to bond it to his body again,” Jack agreed, a thoughtful frown on his face as well. “But we took away all the preexisting systems his body had to accept it, and we can’t possibly make him go through the original accident again.”

She was running through options now. This was where she excelled; making the impossible possible with science. “More like Vlad’s accident, then? It was a low amount of contamination compared to Danny’s, and it made him sick, but Danny must be biologically wired to be more accepting of contamination…”

“Uh, if I can interrupt,” Jazz said, her voice breaking Maddie’s train of thought. “Vlad’s accident was probably a lot worse than you guys think, since he’s also half-ghost. And, uh, the whole ecto-acne thing.”

The silence that fell was so thorough that you could hear a pin drop. She wasn’t sure she could even hear Jack breath. Hell, Maddie was sure she’d stopped breathing herself.

“Excuse me?” she managed, after an eternity of silence.

Jazz blinked at them. “Vlad is also half-ghost, although he’s not as much in the spotlight as Danny was. He calls himself Vlad Plasmius. The vampire ghost?”

The vampire ghost. The Wisconsin ghost, the one that had attacked them during the reunion. Which had overshadowed Jack and attacked the guests, had attempted to kidnap her.

That was Vlad, their old college friend, as creepy as he’d become.

“Oh,” she said, turning to look at Jack. Jack, who seemed to be taking that revelation harshly.

Not that she could blame him.

“Maybe not that, then,” she said. As much as she wanted to linger on this, properly deal with it, it could wait. It had to wait. Her son’s health was more important.

“I think that the problem is that you purged all contamination from his body,” Jazz said, apparently also willing to dismiss the previous topic to focus on Danny. “We all have some contamination, just from living here, you know? And Danny was always very bad about wearing a jumpsuit while cleaning the lab.”

“He built up a natural defense against it.” Of course. It made perfect sense. Slow, gradual exposure to ectoplasm weakened the reaction. Made him more susceptible to it. “But how could we possibly replicate that quick enough?”

Before he died, she thought, but did not say.

Jazz made a face. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I’ve been encouraging him to eat some of the ecto-contaminated food we have in the house, slowly building up from the weaker stuff to the stronger, but it hasn’t been helping. Not enough, at least.”

“It might be building up his defenses, anyhow.” Maddie considered the plan. “It doesn’t have to contain enough ectoplasm to revert his condition, just enough to rebuild the acceptance. We can try diluted ectoplasm, but we need to make sure he can take it without poisoning him.”

“We’ll need some way to test for it,” Jack said, visibly shaking off the previous topic to refocus. “To make sure we don’t give him anything he’ll react badly to.”

“I’ll look into making more contaminated food as well.” She was good at making them accidentally, but on purpose? That was a whole new ballpark. “To make the transition gradual enough for him, and to bridge the gap between contaminated food and the diluted ectoplasm.”

“You realize that this won’t fix everything, right?” Jazz asked. “Even if you solve this, even if you help make him half-ghost again… It won’t be the same. It won’t undo everything you’ve done.”

She knew. One look at Jack confirmed that he did, too.

“That doesn’t matter,” Maddie said, shaking her head. “He’s our son, Jazz. We did this to him. Both the initial accident, and the purging afterwards. We’re fixing it, too. The rest is a problem for later. First, we need to make sure there will be a later.”

Jazz nodded, stepping aside, clearing the way to the door. “I’ll be watching. Making sure everything goes okay.”

“Of course, honey.” Maddie wrapped an arm around Jazz, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We couldn’t have done this without you.”

They were going to fix this. Danny was going to be okay.

Everything else was a problem for later.

#danny phantom #dp fanfic #phanfic #ectoberweek19 #dp fanfiction #phanfiction #danny fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #dark writes

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tetrakys · 6 years ago

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MCLUL 18

The episode starts where the previous one had left: either in Nath’s flat if you decided to follow Amber, or in Castiel’s if you didn’t. Either way, Candy goes to Nath’s place after Amber calls her and the same dialogue unfolds. Nath explains that he has been back in town for weeks because Erik, his cop friend, tracked him down as soon as he’d left and they are now working together to collect enough evidence to dismantle the cartel for good. He’s playing the bait (hence the traffic light-looking attire) and wearing a wire under his clothes. He leaves soon after saying that he will be back once he’s done with this dangerous mission.

The rest of the episode is mostly about university work, the last we will ever see. First, Candy practices her presentation with Rosa, Morgan and Alexy. We assist a fight between the two lovebirds that soon morphs into a sweet declaration of love. Later, Candy keeps practicing alone first and later with Yeleen (if you chose it).

We also attend Rayan’s final class. The first part is about the group work, each group reports their experience. I thought this whole group work sub-plot was going to lead to something, either a mini-arc for Chani, where she learns to be less of a perfectionist and shows her art to the world, or some kind of drama with Melody, or at least something important for the degree. It was all very tepid, almost as if the writers had changed their mind and dropped it from the plot. The second part of the class is, instead, about relaxation techniques in the park. Because it makes total sense in a modern art history course.

After all this, Candy goes to the café to tell Clemence she is going to quit soon. Clemence tells her to not rush into this decision because there’s no job for history of arts majors and she may end up having to keep working as a waitress (charming as usual, but also strangely nice?). Also, an improbable friendship is born when Clemence shows lots of interest in Chani’s magical aptitude.

That evening Nina sends a text saying she’s witnessed the cops arresting her assailant, and Candy and Priya have a discussion about Nath and what that could mean for him.

The day of the thesis discussion Candy is very stressed, but she finds Castiel outside the class and he helps giving her relaxation technique tips. She also gets a little spooked finding Rayan in the class (I don’t see why? Seems pretty normal to me). Anyway, time-skip to the end of the exam and Candy is pretty satisfied with herself. She even buys Chani a crystal as a thank you for her support and encouragement for her own exam.

In the evening Candy attends a party Hyun has thrown to celebrate the end of the academic year. She had also invited her parents and the illustration shows the moment she introduces the LI to them. Everyone except Nath. Having sneaked into the café’s kitchen, his illustration portrays the moment he tells Candy he’s finally free from the Cartel.

The episode ends in the middle of the party.

THE END

Now let’s go into more detail on everyone’s route:

Here, I’m saying it... Nath is always 100% bangable. Even like this, once the problematic leggings and the blinding yellow t-shirt are off, there’s really nothing to talk about.

I found the resolution of Nath’s route very anticlimactic, happening off screen. If Candy got somehow involved however, it would’ve probably been quite trashy and ridiculous so there was really no win in this crazy scenario. It just feels they dragged too long, only to create angst, something that they resolved with just a few words and no involvement on our part. If MCL is indeed ending in a couple of episodes, this was basically the main recurring plot-line of the whole season and it fell short, at least for me.

Him acting as a bait... let’s say it was fine, he showed some courage. But there are two things that didn’t make sense for me (in this episode): firstly, his explanation to why the cartel didn’t simply kill him, because they thought it was easier to pull off a mugging than a murder, especially if the victim was a snitch. REALLY? What does it even mean. These people were really kind drug lords: first hiring a young boy out of nowhere, then beating him up when they found out he had betrayed them instead of killing him, even giving him three days to say goodbye and skip town, and later exposing themselves enough letting him stay in town for weeks instead of killing him on the spot. Also, second thing, shouldn’t he have cut a deal with the police for his immunity BEFORE he helped them? They would’ve given him pretty much anything to shut down a whole drug cartel. I don’t know Nath, you should be so smart, at least get a lawyer next time.

A round of applause to Candy for spilling the beans with everyone about Nath’s dangerous and super-secret plan 👏👏👏

The reunion with Nath, if you are on his route, is cute and pretty emotional. She falls on the floor, overwhelmed, and he kisses her and reassures her. All this in front of Amber. The scene in the kitchen at the end of the episode, however, was a little less emotional than I would’ve liked. Especially the illustration, there was NO NEED to include Amber in it.

I did appreciate the choice to not introduce him immediately to the parents, it really wasn't the right time.

Bae is particularly charming when he laughs and smile. Both a hottie and a cutie, he’s the whole package.

I think BV tried to apologise for the lack of Castiel’s content in the previous episode, because this time we had plenty, well... more than with had the others.

After the scene in Nath’s flat, he takes us to the dorms on every route, but if you are on his route you can choose to spend the night at his place. To find an excuse so they wouldn’t hook up, BV wrote that Candy feels dizzy and they just cuddle. She’s not dizzy on any other route, just tired. And now that I’m writing these words I’m having an AWFUL SUSPICION THAT I DON’T EVEN WANT TO WORD EXPLICITLY, please no... just no.

His relaxation technique was funny, pretending to be super confident, but if you’re his girlfriend he gives Candy a breathtaking kiss right before the final exam that ensures victory for both of them.

His meeting with the parents is super chill, my Candy and him were together in HS, so they remembered him and love him already, not sure if anything changes otherwise but I guess not. Philips goofs in front of him, dancing horribly joking that he should be on his next music video and they all laugh (except maybe Candy, but it’s a happy moment nonetheless).

Crack and Rum, Castiel’s band name according to mom 😂

Now, I left the bad part for last:

Yeleen touches Castiel’s arm while talking to him in front of the café on any route. Even if he’s not our boyfriend I wanted to clock her. B*tch there is a strict NO TOUCHING policy here. But when he’s our boyfriend I timidly told Castiel that the parents were coming AND I LOST 10 FREAKING POINTS!!! What. The. Hell. Should I fight with him too? I feel like I should. This requires a heated conversation!

The green dress is super hot, and Candy is a total snack, but she’s just one small accident away to show her nipples to the world. (Surfboard my ass, Castiel)

As usual there’s very little to say about Hyun’s route. He’s excited to meet the parents and doesn’t realise they were already there, so he keeps blubbering Candy about their summer trip and kisses Candy in front of them. When he figures out he gets bashful, but they all laugh it off.

Honorable mention to Philip for not knowing where Slovenia is. SERIOUSLY??

Look at this fierce power couple, it looks like they’re about to conquer the world or rob a bank. Probably both.

Was it the right moment to spill the beans about their relationship in the middle of a college party. No. But did I enjoy their power walk, hand in hand, in the middle of the crowd? YES.

The parents’ reaction could’ve been worse. Philip could’ve gone ballistic. We didn’t see the “man-to-man chat”, probably because it was a tricky one to write, it could’ve sounded either ridiculous or trashy. Kudos to BV for taking the coward way out and skipping the problem altogether.

Rayan said that he loved her and it was sweet. However, Candy talking about how much she's into him in front of Sweet Amoris knowing that that is my Lys account felt like being sucker punched.

Also, Rayan got a tenure track position. I. Hate. Him. (I’m not envious, not at all)

Priya tearing up when Candy tells her that she wants to be with her completely is probably THE MOST FREAKING CUTE THING I’VE EVER SEEN. Cuter than cat videos. (But less cute than duckling videos. There’s nothing cuter than a baby duck).

The parents are happy to meet Priya, zero drama in Candy’s coming out, I found it refreshing, I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed a bad reaction (even a short one). They even all dance together until late night. The illustration shows Priya accepting Philip’s challenge at a sort of dance-off.

A few final comments:

I didn’t understand aunty’s comments about a masked party at the end of the school year, is that a French thing?

Philip not knowing where Slovenia is, and Hyun having to explain that it’s an European country, makes me think that they’re trying to convince us the game is not set in France. Mph.

I also wonder where Hyun’s parents live exactly. It can’t be Korea since Hyun goes back home all the time, even just for a weekend.

Everything points out to the end of the story being about a new separation, everyone moving away to achieve their own future.

Alexy is probably going to follow Morgan to Washington.

Rosa is moving to the beach house (which is not very far, but not exactly in town either).

Yeleen is excited to live in London. (The girl is going to get a HUGE wake-up call the moment she realises that apartments here are tinier than her dorm room, quite bad and life is so expensive that (if she doesn’t want to accept money from her mother) with a tourist guide salary she’s probably going to afford only a tiny room, in the middle of nowhere, in a flat shared with 10 other people).

Castiel is going on tour.

Hyun will probably want to move closer to his family after the trip.

Nath may or may not go to jail.

Priya wants to go back to India to fight social injustice.

Rayan is the only one staying in town for sure.

I GUESS, after some angst about a possible separation and break-up, the series is going to end with Candy making a life choice that brings her closer to her crush.

Anyway, the end is coming and I’m sad.

#my candy love #mcl #mclul 18 #amour sucré #amor doce #mcl review

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bamby0304 · 7 years ago

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The Hart II: Highway

Summary: Off on her own, without the Winchesters, Bobby, Ellen or Jo, Lizzie tries to get back to what she does best… hunting. But time is running out, Dean’s soul is on the line, and now everyone knows Lizzie is psychic like Sam. Can the brothers and Lizzie work through their problems? Or will they lose everything?

Bamby’s Masterlist

The Hart Masterlist

The Hart II: Highway Masterlist

Part Twenty-Seven: Don't Answer the Phone

Warnings: Violence. Murder. Angst. Implied smut.

Bamby

DPOV

I couldn't sleep. I'd tried. I'd gone over to Liz's room and had spent some time with her- basically, we had sex- which I thought would have helped me get some sleep. But when I'd gotten back to my room where Sam was fast asleep, I'd stuck myself at the table and began to wait.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, my phone began to ring, the display showing 'SHA33'.

Snatching the phone off the table, I headed into the bathroom to answer it. "Dad?" I whispered.

"Dean."

"Is it really you?"

"It's me."

"How can I be sure?"

"You can't. Dean, how could you do it?"

"What?"

"Sell your soul."

"I was looking after Sam, like you told me to," I defended.

"I never wanted this. Never. You're my boy, I love you. I can't watch you to go to hell, Dean."

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to stop it."

"'Cause if you break the deal Sam dies, right?"

"What?"

"Well I know a way out. For both of you."

"How?"

"The demon who holds your contract. He's here. Now."

SPOV

I walked into the hotel room to see Dean furiously typing on the laptop. He briefly looked up at me. "What's up?"

"That girl Lanie, her mum's ghost spooked her out pretty bad last night," I explained. "Just went over to Lizzie's room and asked if she'd come with me to go make sure everything's okay."

"Yeah, okay." He nodded.

"What are you doing?"

"I think dad's right. I think the demon is here. Check it out." He stood and waked past me, handing me some papers as he passed, moving to his bag.

I looked down at the papers. "What is this, weather reports?"

"Omens. Demonic omens. Electrical storms everywhere we've been for the past two weeks."

"Ahh... I don't remember any lightning storms."

"Well, I don't remember you studying meteorology as a kid either. But I'm telling you, that bastard's been tailing me... wearing some poor dude's meat."

"And it's following you because...?"

"I guess I'm big game, you know. My ass is too sweet to let outta sight."

"Okay. Sure."

He moved to me again, snatching the papers out of my hands. "Don't get too excited, Sammy. Might pull something."

"Dean, look, I wanna believe this man, I really do-"

"Then believe it! if we get this sucker, it's Miller Time."

"Yeah, that's another thing. Dad rattles off an exorcism that can kill a demon? I mean not just send it back to hell, but kill it?"

"I've checked it out. This is heavy duty Dark Ages. Fifteenth century."

"Yeah, I've checked on it too Dean. And so did Bobby. Lizzie, too."

"Okay, and?"

"Look. It definitely is an exorcism, okay, there's just no evidence it can kill a demon."

"No evidence it can't."

"Come on man-"

"Hey, as far as I'm aware the only one of us who has actually been to hell is dad. And maybe he picked up a couple of tricks down there, like which exorcisms work."

"Maybe it does. I hope it does too, but we gotta be sure."

"Why aren't we sure?"

"'Cause I don't know what's going on around here Dean! I mean, some guy blows his brains out, a little girl is scared out of her wits."

"Wow, a couple of civvies are freaked out by some ghosts. News flash Sam, people are supposed to be freaked out by ghosts!"

We fell silent for a moment there, staring at each other, equally frustrated. I let out a sigh as he dropped his head in frustration.

"Dad tell you where to find the demon?"

"I'm waiting on the call!" he snapped, pulling out his phone from his jacket pocket.

Sighing again I turned for the door. "I told Lanie I'd stop by."

As he spoke, he didn't hold back the sarcasm. "Oh, good yeah. No, you and Liz go hang out with jail bait. Just, uh, watch out for Chris Hansen. Meanwhile I'll be here getting ready to, you know, save my life." When I just kept moving to the door, he snapped, "You're unbelievable, you know that? I mean for months we've been trying to break this demon deal. Now dad's about to give us the freaking address and you can't accept it? The man is dead and you're still butting heads with the guy!"

"That is not what this is about."

"So what is it!"

My patience was gone, I couldn't stop myself as I began to yell back at him. "The fact is we've got no hard proof here, Dean. After everything, you're still just going on blind faith!"

"Yeah, well maybe! You know, maybe that's all I got, okay?" After a second, he looked away from me.

I shook my head at him. "Please. Just please don't go anywhere until I get back. Okay, Dean? Please." Not sure if he would listen or not, I headed for the door, leaving him.

EPOV

"Lanie, this is Lizzie. Lizzie, Lanie," Sam introduced me to the teen girl as we walked into her bedroom.

I gave her a short wave. "Hey."

"Hi." She nodded back.

"Have you told your father about any of this?" Sam asked, getting to business.

I began looked around the room, listening to the two of them talk. There was no need for me to say anything. I was simply here just in case Sam didn't know how to react to a teenage girl. Well, at least that's what Sam said.

Honestly, I agreed to come because I wasn't sure we were dealing with ghosts. Not in this case. I just needed proof.

"And bother him at work? No. He wouldn't believe me anyway, he'd just chuck me into therapy," she noted.

"So, what did your mother say?"

"She wanted to see me. So at first I thought I was supposed to go to the cemetery."

"Did you?"

Lanie nodded. "Nothing happened. But then she started asking me to do other things."

"What sort of things?"

"Bad things."

DPOV

I was sitting at the table in the hotel room, staring at nothing as I waited for the phone to ring. The moment it did, I grabbed it off the table and answered it as fast as I could.

"Dad?"

"Yeah."

"Where's the demon?"

EPOV

"Lanie please. Tell us what happened, it's very important," Sam insisted.

Lanie began to cry as she answered, "Mum told me to go to dad's medicine cabinet."

"And?" he pressed.

"She wanted me to take his sleeping pills. Take all of his sleeping pills."

I frowned as I listened to Sam go on, as confused as I was. "She wanted you to kill yourself?"

Lanie nodded, crying. "Why would my mum want me to do that?"

"I don't know."

"I mean, just so I could come to her?"

I froze, turning to Lanie. "What did you just say?"

She looked to me, trying to calm her crying. "She wanted me to come to her."

Shaking my head, I stepped closer to her. "No, how did she say it?"

"'Come to me.' Like a million times."

My blood ran cold as everything set into place. "Lanie. That's not your mother."

...

Leading Sam and Lanie to the front door, I looked over my shoulder at the teen as I spoke to her. "Don't answer the phone. Don't use the computer. Don't do anything unless Sam or I say to, all right?" But when she didn't respond, I turned to her completely, seeing her looking into one of the rooms. "Lanie."

She looked out of the room and too me, eyes wide with worry. "Where's Simon?"

DPOV

I entered the house quietly, duffle bag thrown over my shoulder. Closing the door behind me before I set down the hallway. Some floorboards creaked in the house on the second floor.

"Hello?" I called out.

When there was no response and I was sure I was alone, I continued through the house, needing to get set up before the demon actually got here.

In the living room, I grabbed a large bottle of water and dropped a rosary into it. Then I sprayed a devil's trap on the floor, covering it with the mat.

EPOV

Sam and I moved as fast as we could. Simon- Lanie's little brother- was cross the road. A large truck was headed straight for him, the driver seeming unaware of the little boy.

Time was running short, and I knew I had to do something before it was too late.

Lifting my hand, I came to a stop and focused on the truck, looking through the window at where the driver was looking away from the road. Setting my eyes on the steering wheel, I gave it a quick jerk with my mind.

At the same time, Sam grabbed Simon and pulled him to safety. The truck missed them by mere inches.

Hurrying over to the two of them as they sat on the ground panting, I made sure they were okay. "Is everyone all right? Did anyone get hurt?"

"We're fine." Sam shook his head, looking up at me. "Thank you." He didn't say what for, but I knew why he thanked me. If I hadn't of moved that truck...

SPOV

Lizzie was driving, rushing to get to the hotel as I called Dean. The moment he picked up the phone, I spoke before he had a chance.

"Dean, it's not dad."

"Then what is it?"

"A crocotta."

"Is that a sandwich?"

"Some kind of scavenger. Mimics loved ones, whispers 'Come to me', then lures you into the dark and swallows your soul."

If it hadn't of been for Lizzie, I might not have realised it right away. But the moment she'd heard Lanie explain what her 'mum' had said, Lizzie knew.

"A crocotta, right. Damn that makes sense."

I sighed. "Dean, look, I'm sorry man, I know-"

He cut me off. "Hey, don't these things live in filth?"

I looked to Lizzie who could hear both sides of the conversation. She gave a short nod to answer Dean's question.

"Yeah," I told him.

"Sam, the flies at the phone company."

EPOV

It was dark by the time Sam and I got to the carpark of the phone company. We crept along an alley, coming to stop by a window which we peeked through. Inside we could see Stewie at his computer.

A loud noise distracted us.

We looked around to make sure we were still alone before turning back to the window. Only, Stewie was no longer at the computer. Instead, he was leaving the room.

"Come on." I nudge Sam before hurrying out of the alley way.

Hiding behind one of the vehicles in the parking lot, I pulled out my phone to try and get in contact with Dean while Sam looked out for Stewie.

"This is Herman Munster. Leave a message."

I sighed into the phone. "Dean, we're in the parking lot. He's here. Hurry."

The moment I hung up, Sam turned to me. "We can't wait. We gotta do this now."

Nodding, I pulled out my knife before the two of us rushed around the vehicle and rushed over to Stewie as he unlocked his car.

I pushed him against his car- despite the fact he was gross and I didn't want to touch him. Pressing my knife into the side of his neck, I put enough pressure there to keep him still.

"What the hell!"

"We know what you are," Sam told him. "And we know how to kill you."

"Please. Okay, wait, wait. If we're overcharging you for the call waiting or something I... I can fix that. I am your friend!"

Sam and I shared a confused look...

"Please. Please just don't kill me!" Stewie begged. "Don't kill me, please!"

Before either of us could say or do anything else I felt something heavy and hard hit me in the side of the head. Blackness followed closely as I passed out.

SPOV

I woke up tied to a chair in the phone company's back room where we first met Stewie. Speaking of which, he was tied to a chair in front of me, whimpering as Clark circled him. To my left was Lizzie. She was still a little out of it, in the space between waking up and still being unconscious.

"I'm sorry, Clark. I'm sorry for whatever I did to you," Stewie cried. "I'm sorry... please-"

When I noticed the knife in Clark's hand, I couldn't stay quiet. "Wait! Don't do it."

Clark turned to me. "You're awake." He leaned over Stewie from behind, placing the tip of the knife against his thigh.

Stewie's eyes stayed glued on the blade poking his thigh. "You're not a killer Clark, no! There's a good man inside of you, I know it."

Clark grinned knowingly at me. "What do you think, Sammy, am I a good man?"

"Just let him go," I pleaded.

"I would. I really would. If only I'd had more than a salad for lunch. You see, I'm starving." Clark lifted the knife high above his head before he plunged it into Stewie's chest, killing him.

"No!"

Moving in front of Stewie's body, Clark adjusted the chair so I could watch as his mouth opened wider than humanly possible. It was ringed with razor sharp teeth and blood red gums. Crouching in front of Stewie slightly he held the body by the shoulders as he began to suck away Stewie's energy.

I shuddered, looking away.

Once he was done, Clark stood again, wiping at his mouth.

"My last call with Dean. That was you." I turned to glare at him. "You led us here."

He shrugged. "Some calls I make, some calls I take, but you have to admit, I had you fooled for a while. All that Edison phone crap. " Laughing, he moved over to the telephone exchange cabinet. He placed his hands against the glass and leaned back in ecstasy.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm killing your brother. Or maybe I'm killing another guy. We'll just have to see how it goes."

...

I watched as Clark pulled the knife out of Stewie's chest.

"You know, mimicking Dean's one thing. But my dad. That's a hell of a trick."

"Well once I made you three as hunters, it was easy. I found Dean's number, then Elizabeth's number, then your number, then your father's numbers. Then emails, voicemails, everything. You see, people think that stuff just gets erased, but it doesn't. You'd be surprised how much of yourself is just floating out there, waiting to be plucked."

"Dean's not going to fall for this. He's not going to kill that guy."

"Then the guy kills him."

DPOV

Waiting in the living room of the suburban house, I watched as headlights shined across the window. Silently, I moved closer to the hallway, listening as the car door slammed shut. I removed the lid of the holy water bottle, getting ready to attack.

A noise at the back of the house had me look in that direction, frowning. Moving down the hallway, towards the back door, I paused as I watched and waited...

The back door flew open as a man- who I assumed was the demon- stepped into the house, raising a rifle. I had a single second to think and act, leaping out of the way just as he pulled the trigger.

Having dropped the bottle of holy water while trying to save myself, I looked over to see if it was still of use. But it wasn't. The water was spilling out on to the floor. Son of a bitch.

The sound of a shell hitting the floor was my signal.

Dashing out from around the corner, I ran for the demon, slamming him into the wall of the kitchen. Pulling my fist back, I punched him a few times, getting in as many hits as I could before the demon got back onto his feet. Pulling away a little, I kneed him before letting him drop to the ground.

Moving for the rifle, I was just about to get it when I was grabbed by the demon and thrown on to the table. His fist came down on me several times before I even had the chance to look for an opening.

Once I saw it, I took it. Leaning forward to headbutt him as hard as I could.

As he fell backwards, to the ground, I kicked him in the stomach a few times. Pausing, I looked down at him, catching my breath, before I kicked him again, more viciously than the others, grunting as I did so.

SPOV

"Technology. Makes life so much easier." Clark reached out to brush my hair out of my face with the tip of the bloody knife. "Used to be I'd hide in the woods for days, weeks, whispering to people, trying to draw them out into the night. But they had community, they all looked out for each other, I'd be lucky to eat one or two souls a year. Now when I'm hungry, I simply make a phone call." He sneered. "You're all so connected. But you've never been so alone."

Opening his mouth, he raised the knife above me, ready for the kill.

Suddenly his wrist snapped in an awkward way, causing the knife to drop to the ground as he yelled out in pain and turned.

Lizzie stood behind him, a cocky grin on her face. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?"

DPOV

The demon and I fell through a glass door leading into the living room. Moving quickly while he was still kinda out of is, I reached for his belt and pulled out the handgun there, flicking the cartridge out and tossing it aside.

The demon struggled to its feet, covered in glass. Leaning down, I pulled the rug back, showing it the devil's trap spray onto the floor, right below his feet.

Turning away, I pulled the exorcism out of my pocket, ready to get this over and done with.

"What is this?"

"Your funeral," I answered as I began to read the exorcism.

"Crux sacra sit mihi lux, Non draco sit mihi dux. Vade retro satana, Numquam suade mihi vana. Sunt mala quae libas, Ipse venena bibas"

The demon glared at me as he slowly moved forward... and out of the circle. "You do this to my daughter too?"

I froze, staring at the devil's trap. "How the hell did you get out?"

"Did you do this to my daughter too?!"

This wasn't a demon... this was just a man.

"Wait, this is a mistake."

"You killed her!"

"No, wait."

But instead of listening, the man leapt towards me.

EPOV

Clark and I were struggling against each other. Despite the fact I'd broken his wrist, he was still very strong. One wrong move from me and he'd win. I could tell he was already close to it, his hot breath on my neck, his sharp teeth too close for comfort.

Pulling my leg back, I kicked at him, pushing him off me. The moment I was free, I flipped myself up and got into a position so I was ready for his next move.

He jumped at me just as I thought he would. We traded blows, moving around the room. I felt every hit and kick he gave out, slowing me down. But there was a reason why I wasn't lashing out with everything I had.

I needed to find my opening. Sure enough, I found one.

As we struggle against each other I spotted a wall where there were hooks to hang jackets or hats or whatever. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that I now had a way to finish this asshole off.

Throwing his arms off me and pulling back, I lifted my arm and forced him away with my mind, sending him flying back until he collided with the wall. The hook went straight through the back of his neck, killing him in an instant.

DPOV

The man fell on top of me as I was pushed to the ground. "She was nine years old!"

"Stop!" I tried blocking all his hits. "I didn't! You gotta believe me!"

But he just kept hitting me. Over and over, blinded by rage.

Eventually I managed to twist around and grab the rifle, using it to smack the guy in the forehead. He fell back, giving me a chance to get to me feet so I could stand over him.

Giving in, he cried, looking up at me as if this was the end. "Why did you kill her?"

"I'm sorry." Breathing heavily, I shook my head at him. "I didn't kill your daughter."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I don't know."

EPOV

Everything hurt all over. I was already bruising in places where Clark had hit me. Not to mention the fact I'd used my telekinesis when I wasn't exactly up for it yet- hence why I'd had yet another nose bleed, which had now finished.

Sam walked me into his hotel room, setting me down on Dean's bed as he moved to the bathroom, only to come to a stop at the doorway.

"I see they improved your face," Dean spoke from inside the bathroom.

Sam chuckled lightly. "Right back at ya." Moving to the side, he let Dean walk into the bedroom.

One look at me and Dean came over, carrying his wash cloth. As he took a seat on the bed next to me, he pressed the cloth to my face, cleaning the blood off. "So, crocotta, huh?"

I nodded lightly, leaning against him as I closed my eyes. "Yeah."

"That would explain the flies," he noted.

"Yeah it would." Sam paused, sighing after a moment. "Hey, um... look I'm sorry it wasn't dad."

Dean huffed, brushing my hair back with his free hand as he continued to press the wash cloth to my forehead. "Nah, I gave you a hell of a time on this one. You were right."

"Forget about it."

The way the brothers began to talk, it was as if they thought I was asleep, or just not listening. Either way, they kept talking like I wasn't there. Though, if Dean didn't stop stroking my hair, I really was going to fall asleep.

"I can't." Dean sighed. "I wanted to believe so badly that there was a way outta this. I mean I'm staring down the barrel at this thing. You know, Hell. For real, forever, and I just..."

"Yeah."

"I'm scared, Sam." I could hear the strain in Dean's voice. "I'm really scared."

"I know." Sam was just as close to tearing up as his brother.

"I guess I was willing to believe anything. You know, the last act of a desperate man."

"There's nothing wrong with having hope, Dean."

"Hope doesn't get you jack squat. I can't expect dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute. I can't expect anybody to, you know. I mean the only person that can get me out of this thing is me."

"And me," Sam assured him.

Dean turned to look at him, not sounding too impressed. "And me?"

Sam "What?"

"Deep revelation, having a real moment here, that's what you come back with? 'And me'?"

"Uh... do you want a poem?" Sam asked, getting a giggle from me.

"The moment's gone." Dean sighed, tugging my shoulder so I'd lie down. Once we were both comfortable he flicked on the TV. "Unbelievable," he mumbled under his breath at the three of us watched TV in silence.

The smile on my face only faltered once. But I fought to keep it in place, allowing myself this one moment of happiness, despite all the pain and misery I was sure was headed our way.

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