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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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7x04: Defending Your Life

Then:

Sam’s crazy, and Cas is dead

Now:

A man runs from a speeding car and into the quiet of an alley. Only the car’s right there! He takes off running again. The car gets ON THE SIDEWALK --AND UP THE STAIRS...okay, not, but the dude runs to his apartment and the car is INSIDE THE HOME!

Sam and Dean are on the case!

This episode comes on the heels of Amy, and Sam thanks Dean for not killing her. Coolcoolcoolcoolcool. They head to the crime scene and get the low-down on the victim, Matthew Hammond. He was crushed to death by a car. EMF is crazy, there’s weird dirt on the floor, one sobriety chip, and receipts to a place called Jane’s. The brothers split up.

Sam learns more than he probably should from Matt’s AA sponsor. Dean finds that Jane’s is a flower shop, and Matt pre-paid for flower deliveries for 3 years right before he died.

The flowers were going to an Elizabeth Duren. Dean gets the address --it’s a grave. It seems Matt accidentally backed over her while she was on her bike ten years ago. Dean wonders if he was drunk when he hit her --as he drinks his own grief beer. Sam moves to go burn the bones.

Later, a man runs into a diner, with a dog in hot pursuit. He runs to the bathroom screaming, “Get that thing away from me!” He calls 911, but it’s too late --the dog is in the bathroom!

After a night of grave digging, Sam reads about the latest death. They ponder if dogs have ghosts.

The guy ran dog fights, got caught, worked as a dog shelter volunteer, and continued long after his probation ended. “People change,” Sam clarifies. Dean doubts it. AHEM. A quick visit to the coroner reveals more red dirt.

Cut to the boys driving to an apple orchard. Suddenly, an old man pops out into the road. The brothers get him to safety.

At the motel, the man tells the brothers that he was just put on trial and sentenced to die for robbing a liquor store and killing the owner back in 1981. He just got out of prison. Dean’s brain hurts. Turns out the court was in a barn at the apple farm.

The brothers talk privately about the case. Dean isn’t so sure they should be helping these people. Sam doesn’t think it’s fair to judge so quickly. They split up again, with Dean heading to the bar where Matthew and the older man were before their trials.

Sam asks Warner, the older man, to draw some symbols he saw at the barn, and then puts him in a salt circle before heading out to the barn.

At the bar, Dean orders a double Scotch and then another.

The bartender doesn’t have any answers for him, but asks, “Love life or job?” BOTH. He talks to her about Amy, and she keeps pouring the drinks.

Sam gets to the barn and finds red dirt, but not much else. Bobby calls to report on the symbols. They’re Egyptian and from the Book of the Dead. They’re dealing with the God Osirus. He looks into the human heart and weighs the guilt. If he sees more than a feather’s worth, you’re dead. Bobby tells Sam they need to get out of there. “This guy hones in on people who feel guilty.”

Cut to Dean “Guilt is my default setting” Winchester, leaving the bar. He gets a call, and before he can talk, gets snatched into the shadows.

Sam keeps calling Dean until the waitress picks up. Dean was supposed to meet her, but he’s not there. Sam runs to meet her.

Warner continues to wait in his salt circle, until the lights start flickering. He inadvertently scatters the salt. He runs, and the ghosts of his victims catch up to him.

Dean struggles, chained to a chair in a highly decorated barn. There are Egyptian statues and torches, and Osiris himself chilling out on his throne. Osiris tries to shoo Sam from the building, but Sam insists that Dean has the right to an attorney. This seems to amuse Osiris, and he allows it. Don’t worry, Dean. Sam was pre-law! He watched a lot of legal dramas on TV so he’s pretty much an expert.

Sam manages to squeak in a good objection at the start of the trial: Osiris is about to call in witnesses, but they haven’t had time to prepare! Osiris laughs at this. He’s the judge and he makes the rules.

Jo appears, ghost-pale. She greets the Winchesters. She testifies, and we get a supercut of Jo and Dean’s past episodes. They hunted together and Jo fondly describes Dean as “kind of a jerk.” Dean looks ashamed, so the trial is off to a GREAT START. Osiris asks if it was hard to work with Dean since she felt so strongly about him - strong enough to follow him into any battle. GUH. Jo tries to call out Osiris on the case against Dean that he’s trying to build, but Sam steps up to save the day. He cross examines Jo, asking her about her relationship with her dad. “Why’d you start [hunting]?” Sam asks. “To impress some loud mouth ass you just met, or ‘cause you wanted to be like your dad?” It’s definitely the latter! Jo tries to tell Dean something else but Osiris flashes her right out of the barn.

Osiris allows the Winchesters to talk briefly - Dean professes no clue about who Osiris will call next. Osiris calls Sam to the stand.

Osiris brings up Sam’s failed attempt at normalcy. He was going to be a lawyer, marry Jess, and leave the hunting life behind until Dean pulled him back in. (What the Winchesters NEED right now is a good ol’ fashioned fan with encyclopedic knowledge of the books to tell them that Hell’s minions would have always pulled Sam back in one way or the other.) Sam has no such fan to help him out. Instead of denying Dean’s role in pulling him away from his apple-pie life, Sam says “It’s complicated.” OOF.

Dean watches all this, and his mind assembles a supercut reel of Dean is The Worst Human Who Gets Everyone He Loves Killed. DEAN BEAN! Osiris asks if Dean would rather have Sam damned with him, than be alone. Sam treats this with the proper look of disdain it deserves.

Dean, however, looks like a sad lamb who just learned he’s getting served for dinner. Sam swears that Dean had nothing to do with him being back in the hunting life. He tries to convince Osiris, but the god tells him that convincing him isn’t the task. Sam has to convince Dean that he isn’t guilty and MAN if that isn’t ever a lost cause. “I don’t decide anything,” Osiris says. “I just weigh the guilt that’s already there.”

Sam wants to call Dean to the stand. The chains break with a wave of Osiris’s hand and Sam begins his questioning. He asks if Dean could have predicted what happened to Sam and Jess, and Dean admits that he couldn’t have done so. Sam moves on to Jo. Dean admits that he didn’t kill her. He’s just sad she’s dead.

Osiris is hugely amused at the show. Sam tries to move on past Osiris’s commentary to ask if Dean’s heart is heavy with guilt - or just plain heavy. And if that ain’t a good line right there! Osiris tells them that he was SO amused, he’s granting Dean a boon. He gives Dean the choice of allowing Osiris to call his last witness or move straight to judgment. Dean sees a montage of himself killing Amy. He buckles like a cheap tin can under a heel and begs for the trial to be over rather than call Amy to the stand. Osiris hands down his decision: Dean is guilty in his heart and is sentenced to die.

Sam and Dean arrive back at the hotel to find the guy they tried to save dead. Dean greets that news fatalistically: Osiris always gets his victims. Sam and Bobby haven’t given up, though! Bobby found a way to stop Osiris: stab him with a ram’s horn.

Sam hops online and finds out that an instrument made out of a ram’s horn is blown during services at synagogues. Time to desecrate a house of worship! Dean eyes Sam sadly and tells him that Osiris is going to send Jo to kill him. Sam shrugs it off and tells him to prepare against ghosts and he’ll be fine. When Sam leaves, Dean lays out a circle of salt and then tells Jo to come out. She materializes.

Sam breaks into the synagogue and finds the shofar. Just a short while later, Sam’s got the shofar in his car, and he speeds back to find Osiris.

Back with Dean, Jo apologizes for what’s about to happen. She tells him that she liked her life, and he’s not to blame.

Dean tells her that both she and Sam were just kids tangled up in his destructive wake. “Hunters are never kids. I never was.” We stop and gently dab handkerchiefs to our eyes thinking about little four year old Dean. He tells her that he didn’t want to hunt alone, and that’s why he didn’t fight harder to keep her away from the hunting life.

“I’d like to have seen you try,” Jo says.

Iconic Dialog Alert:

Jo: You carry all kinds of crap you don’t have to.

Dean: I am ninety percent crap. If I get rid of that, what then?

Jo: You really wanna die not knowing?

Jo tells him that it’s time, and she flashes over to the stove to turn on the gas. Dean remembers how Jo died in an explosion and this look passes over him like, YES this is fitting and just.

For You’re Killing Me Dean Science:

A woman leaves the tavern. Osiris lurks around the corner waiting to abduct her….

Jo flashes up to the salt line and tells him in somber amusement that she used to hunt ghosts. A simple salt circle? Plz. Ice cracks the window, shatters it, and a sudden breeze blows the salt away. She tells him sorrowfully that Osiris is making her do all of this. “It’s okay,” he assures her. Jo pulls out a lighter from Dean’s pocket.

Outside the tavern, Osiris is busy trying to abduct his next victim when Sam swoops in from behind. One stab with a ram’s horn later and Osiris starts smoking up a storm, tumbling into dust.

Jo gives Dean one more caress and then the lighter drops. Jo disappears.

The next morning, the birds are chirping. The flowers are nodding. And the Winchesters are talking about Jo.

For Beautiful Everything Science:

Dean asks why Sam tried to defend him, and then compliments him on his lawyering skills. Good job, Sammy! Sam wonders who the third witness was supposed to be. Dean dissembles: it could be just about anyone dead they know - and ain’t THAT the truth! In turn, Dean wonders why Osiris didn’t go after Sam. “I just don’t feel guilty anymore,” Sam tells him. But Hell was a kind of penance for him. “My past is my past and I can move on with my life,” Sam says, robustly healthy in that moment. “I feel good, Dean.”

Dean eyes the beer in his hand with exhaustion. “Well, you are going to be a pleasure to ride with,” he deadpans.

My Soul is Lighter Than a Quote:

“Ghost dog?” “No weirder than ghost car”

One simple friggin' day on the job. Is that too much to ask?

Sam? You're not a lawyer

People want to be judged

Hunters are never kids. I never was

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thedistantstorm · 4 years

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This time: Ar’alani makes some changes.

Next Time: Thrawn tries to seek out Eli. Grysk poison claims lives aboard the Steadfast.

The lighting in the room was set far more dim than it would be normally, even for a Chiss who could see relatively well in low light. It, compared to the far brighter lights out in the corridor was indicative of a patient meant to be resting or in slumber. Thrawn blinked once, then twice at the ceiling as he took stock. He wasn’t in acute pain, but he certainly felt addled as though he’d been hit one too many times by his old assassin droids.

There was also a heavy weight on his right forearm. He tilted his head just enough to see. “Navigator Un’hee?”

The girl lifted her head, shocked, then turned her youthful gaze upon him. Hopeful, she asked, “Commander Mitth’raw’nuruodo?”

His eyes caught movement toward the door. Carefully, he extracted his arm from Un’hee’s grip and stared at the woman watching him with a cool balance of respect and disregard for his personal opinions on being watched in this arguably compromised state.

“You’re not hallucinating,” Karyn Faro said, eyebrows raised. It could have been a statement, or perhaps a rhetorical question she didn’t expect him to answer. She nodded toward him. “You going to stay awake this time?” She drawled, as though she wasn’t expecting much of anything.

“This time?” His question was clipped. Displeased.

Un’hee exhaled. “You’ve been in and out of consciousness for the last week,” She murmured softly. There was sadness in her voice. At the return of Thrawn’s attention it shifted sharply into worry. “Are you in pain?”

“No, Navigator,” He answered honestly, taking a breath to center his thoughts. The action sent his most recent coherent thoughts to the forefront of his mind, though they were supposedly a week old at this point. Reoriented to the details, he pressed his hands to his chest. Nothing. His tone was low, but sharp with concern for the Navigator at his side. “Are you alright, Un’hee?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” She said meekly. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“I am,” He confirmed before glancing back toward the door. “That still does not explain why I’m looking at you, Karyn Faro. Nor why you are in uniform.”

“Well, the Jedi needs to sleep sometime, and the Admiral called me back.” She shrugged. “I might have been playing a little loose with my words last time we talked.”

“You are not a free agent, as you led me to believe.”

“Not so much,” Faro shrugged. “I’m not much of a freelancer, if I’m being honest.”

“I see.”

Both Faro and the Navigator left the room once the medical team realized him awake. Hours later, following cognitive, neural, and laboratory testing, he’d been declared healed and free to go. He expected to find them, or Bridger waiting for him after he’d been discharged from the med-team’s care.

Instead, it was Admiral Ar’alani herself. “I will show you to your quarters,” She said, instead of any real greeting, any inquiry to his health. He saw the side of her face. Her eyes were bright, but not bright enough to hide the dark shadows beneath them. “You will have an hour, and then I will need to question you about everything you can remember.”

“We can do it now, if you’d prefer,” Thrawn said, never one to put off such events.

“An hour,” She said. “I had your things moved from the Compass.”

“We are not returning, Admiral?”

“No.” Ar’alani’s tone was cool, not giving any leeway. “I will explain it all when you report to my office.” They stepped into a larger lift down one of the main hallways. Once inside, she fixed him with a stern look. “You are alright?”

“I feel perfectly normal.”

“And your wounds?” Her eyes dragged downward, landing squarely on his chest.

Thrawn hadn’t seen or felt any evidence of them, and the medics had been plenty thorough about examining him. “What wounds?”

Ar’alani smirked. Her eyebrows twitched upward, almost impressed. “Good,” She said to herself. “Very good.” She turned her gaze back to the door. “I didn’t want them releasing you until you were back to your usual self.”

Smoothly, Thrawn said, “I can assure you I am, Admiral.”

“I can see that,” She quipped. They exited the lift and took a left, then a right. These were the officers quarters, a block of dormitories that surrounded the Navigators’ section. “I hope you will find your accommodations a bit more appropriate than your quarters aboard the Compass,” She said casually, gesturing to a door that appeared to be directly across from her own, considering the nameplate and ornamentation on the door.

“I suspect your decision is more for my safety and monitoring than for merit.”

She tutted. “The officer’s suite was for merit. The convenience of the suite for your safety and monitoring was coincidence. You would refuse my hospitality?”

“Not at all, Admiral Ar'alani," He said, gravely. "But I am hardly a commanding officer aboard your ship at present."

“Fishing, as always, I see," She grumbled. "Perhaps in an hour, you will feel differently,” She said vaguely, then gestured to the door that led to his new, roomier, and private quarters.

Thrawn's countenance started dark and grew darker as Admiral Ar'alani questioned him about what had happened leading up to his week-long stay in the Steadfast's medical ward. Between himself and the Admiral, two identical tea mugs remained untouched between them, the red-leaf tea long gone cold.

Eventually, she toggled a panel on her desk, opening a drawer and withdrawing a vial of crystal blue powder within a tiny, blastproof canister.

"Do you know what this is?"

He reached for the canister and she allowed it. Cautiously, Thrawn tilted it this way and that, investigating it. "A spice variant?"

"No," Ar'alani said gravely. "The Grysks call it Blue Death."

"The Grysks?" Thrawn's eyes narrowed. "Admiral are you saying-'

"Yes." She confirmed. She did not need to explain the level of corruption to him. He’d already made the connection. Instead, she continued, "You do not remember anything after the poison began to compromise your lungs."

He nodded. The wispy fragments of his memory during that period were hardly reliable, therefore Thrawn discredited them entirely.

"Un'hee identified the poison."

"And Commander Wes'lash'andi?"

"His body was taken to the capital to be returned to his family." Uncaring of how cold her tea had become, she lifted the cup to her lips. "Naturally the Council was displeased."

"The council is already aware," Thrawn commented. "An unusual move for you. Usually you desire more information."

"A Chiss died at my human officer's hand." She blinked up from the depths of her mug. "On the bridge of the ship I gave him to command, no less."

Thrawn offered no comment. He stroked his chin, contemplative, until Ar'alani continued.

"Commander Wes'lash'andi made a critical error. If he wished to get away with his crime, he should have attempted to poison Un'hee and murder Ivant, who are aware of the poison but wouldn't have been able to speak against him." She looked toward her memory wall, then back down at her hands, displeased.

"Was the Commander's death more harm than help?"

"No," Ar'alani said resolutely. "His death preserved the enemy's supply lines and frightened the crew. They should be frightened. Our military is compromised, even now." The darkness beneath her eyes grew more pronounced when she looked down and away. "The Aristocra is hesitant to believe we have been infiltrated by the Grysks. Using their materials isn't enough for them."

"I doubt they are meeting them face to face."

"Surely not. They must be using a client species."

"Scratchings?"

"No," Ar'alani smiled tightly. "Our working theory is that Emperor Palpatine sent gifts to the Grysks." Darkly, she muttered, "That man does not value life outside of his own."

"Slaves," Thrawn clarified grimly. He didn't comment on his former ruler.

"Indeed," Ar'alani said. "A great many of them."

"Faro provided this knowledge?"

"No, but one of her contacts did. Your former weapons officer, if I remember correctly."

Thrawn hummed and touched the top of the protective canister. "They are making this?"

"With help. There was a direct point of contact. Any Chiss arrogant enough to work with our enemies would hardly deal with some hireling or client."

Thrawn offered an alternative, always willing to play devil's advocate. "Or perhaps, they could think themselves capable of winning over the Grysks' clients, thus giving them a perceived in."

"Do you really believe that?"

His expression was sinister. "I do not."

Thrawn was hardly the type whose head spun over an overabundance of knowledge. However, the information he'd collected through his lengthy meeting with Admiral Ar'alani was enough to require solitude and additional contemplation. And, though he would hardly let something like this impede him, he was not completely recovered from his brush with death.

"I will work you like a dog," Ar'alani had said. "You, and your would-be Jedi."

In the span of that conversation, Thrawn had been removed from what was his probation in all but name and promoted to the rank of Captain. He highly doubted that to have anything to do with merit for his recent actions. It was hardly traditional for anyone holding less than the rank of Captain to be made the First Officer beneath a Fleet Admiral, after all.

Ezra, according to Ar'alani, would remain outside of the CDF's standard ranks as his aide and assistant to the Navigators, in deference to his status as an unorthodox, but obvious Jedi. It was a move cognizant of his abilities and their similarities to the Navigators, but also recognizing his military experience, both in his time among the Chiss, as well as his upbringing in the more grassroots Rebellion.

And it was Ezra who waited beside his door, casual, but with a tightness to his stance that indicated long-standing concern and worry.

"I, uh," He scratched the back of his head, sheepish. "You didn't get a datapad yet, or else I would have just-"

Thrawn looked him over, not quite as casually as anticipated, then exhaled silently as he made a decision, spun the overgrown child by his shoulders and ushered him into his new quarters. "Sit," He instructed. Officers quarters consisted of a combination office and sitting area with minor amenities, with a door that separated sleeping quarters and a ‘fresher. Ezra’s quarters, located just on the other side of the shared office wall were likely a smaller, mirror image of his own, indicative of his new, unspoken increase in rank.

Instead of coddling the young man, he took a seat across from him in a comfortable wingback chair and raised his eyebrows in silent approval to begin speaking, despite his tiredness. Such was the life of a commander. It had been a reprieve to be responsible only for this one. Now, he would have an entire warship to look after. He looked forward to it.

When a moment passed, and Ezra had done nothing more than gape at him, Thrawn had enough. “Speak, Ezra.”

“You’ve been awake for,” He waved a hand as if it were some measurement of time, “And-” He shrugged. “I dunno. Should’ve expected it, I guess. That was just quick.”

“Hardly. I was out of sorts for days, and we are in a precarious situation. It’s only sensible that Admiral Ar’alani would need all the information at her disposal immediately. I- and by extension, you-” He gave Ezra a meaningful look, “Will begin our duties first thing tomorrow. The Admiral did explain your new role, did she not?”

“Yes.” Ezra smirked. “Faro already hooked me up with every single piece of art we could find from the prominent families, as well as everything ever recovered from a Grysk Warship.”

“You are lucky to have her advice.”

“Oh, I figured out to do that on my own,” Ezra said. “Not that she didn’t try to give me a crash course in how to keep you happy.” He smirked, then said airily, “I figure I know what not to do by now.”

The deadpan look Thrawn graced him with said otherwise.

“Okay, look, I’m gonna be horrible at this, but if nothing else, I should at least be good at keeping the Navigators happy part of the assignment.”

“You will not be horrible at this. You already understand my expectations.” That much was true. Ezra had even lived in close quarters with Thrawn, had been tutored by him, and already relied on him for instruction. “Consider it a return to our original dynamic, but we are both better equipped to handle it.”

“I’m not worried about you,” Ezra said. He rolled his eyes. “You’re the last person I’m worried about working with. I’m more worried about the traitors we’re trying to weed out attempting a repeat performance.”

“The Admiral assured me she is already working on it. And, despite its… shortcomings,” He allowed, “The antidote administered does prevent lasting damage and loss of life.”

“Yeah,” Ezra agreed. “Can’t believe the day would come when I was happy you didn’t kick it,” He said ruefully. “But I am glad you’re alright-” He trailed off.

“As am I.” Thrawn studied Ezra. “What?”

“I was going to say that I’m glad you’re alright, even if the first thing you did when you woke up higher than a spacetrooper was to try and beat me to death with medical equipment.”

Red eyes flashed, narrowing. “I did not.”

“Oh, you did,” Ezra grinned. “And you broke my holorecorder before I could record any of it to share with you.”

After ascertaining the young man was serious, Thrawn finally stated, “That serves you right, since I know you, and your motives couldn’t have been scientific.”

Ezra gave him his best impression of an innocent. Thrawn wasn’t convinced. “Do, uh, you remember any of that?” The Jedi asked, something discerning in his blue gaze.

The Chiss considered. He remembered fragments of wakefulness during his time in the Steadfast’s medical quarter, but nothing coherent or concrete. “Nothing I could be certain was not a hallucination. I don’t suspect I’ll recover that time, and based on your retelling of events, I don’t believe I wish to.”

“Most of it, no. You certainly weren’t exciting or embarrassing after Faro hit you with a tranq.”

“She did what?”

“Anyway,” Ezra drawled, shrugging off Thrawn’s very restrained and yet totally obvious surprise, “There is something that happened I think you’ll care about. You can be mad at me for spying on you, but it needed to be done.”

“Spying,” Thrawn said flatly, sarcasm brought to bear. “And what, pray tell, did my hallucination-driven musings tell you?”

“Infuriatingly enough, that you’re pretty much always right.” Ezra took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, then looked Thrawn in the eye. “I don’t think you were wrong about Eli.”

#thranto #mitth'raw'nuruodo #ezra bridger #karyn faro #ar'alani #un'hee #eli vanto/thrawn #sw fanfiction #my writing

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profdrlachfinger · 5 years

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Synopsis: Just after being put on probation John Rambo is sought out by Deputy Mitch, who is still plagued by guilt after the fateful incident in Hope. Mitch offers Rambo a place to stay and a helping hand to get back into a society that has turned its back on him. Now trying to live a civilian life is as hard for Rambo as it is for Mitch trying to help a person who long ago shut out all human contact.

Chapter 1: Today is the day that John Rambo might finally be put on probation. Mitch – former deputy of Hope – approaches the ex-solider to offer him help and a place to stay, but is met with rejection.

The next chapter synopses might contain spoilers.

Chapter 2: Mitch has taken John home with him. Now he has to learn that living with the ex-soldier might be more complicated than he thought. His eagerness to help John is stunted when his well-meant attempts of help turn out wrong.

Chapter 3: After the first bumps of living together have straightened themselves out, a quiet routine settles in. But this quiet seems treacherous since John can't cast off his shadows from the past.

Chapter 4: Having navigated through John's first panic attack since the incident in Hope, Mitch is determined to make everything as safe for John as he can. But what Mitch is unaware of, is that bad memories lurk in unexpected places.

Chapter 5: Mitch had kept it more or less a secret that John is staying with him. But after the latest panic attack Mitch can’t hide his preoccupation anymore, so he confides in his best friend Thomas at work.

Chapter 6: The day has arrived that John can prove himself in Chuck's workshop to get a real job after his service in Viet Nam. Mitch tries not to get carried away by his excitement and starts another research to help John in the future.

Chapter 7: John has adjusted to his work at Chuck's workshop end everything seems to work out fine. But Mitch is getting nervous to how things will proceed now. Will John move out or will he stay a little bit longer until Mitch has gathered up enough courage to confess his feelings. But suddenly things take a sharp turn.

Chapter 8: Fortunately John has been released from hospital the following day to return to Mitch and his former job in Chuck's workshop. But new problems lie ahead when Mitch suggests that John should go into therapy for his panic-attacks, knowing that John can't go on like that.

Chapter 9: After the unsettling event in Chuck's carpentry, work there for John is starting to wear him down. Next to that the newly begun therapy seems to dig up memories John would rather forget.

Chapter 10: After having visited Delmar's grave John feels strong enough to tackle more of his traumas; He will let Mitch cut his hair. But in the dingy bathroom events start to unfold that can't be averted anymore.

Chapter 11: Some time has passed after Mitch's confession of his love for John. Now everyday life is upon them and they have to tackle obstacles and fears as they come.

Chapter 12: Everyday life has been going smoothly for a time and the only obstacle ahead is the upcoming Christmas celebrations with Mitch's relatives. But until then the police of Fairview is called to action with Mitch at its midst.

Chapter 13: The shoot out weights heavily on Mitch's mind and Christmas is getting nearer every day. All that fear and stress lead Mitch to a decision he soon regrets

Chapter 14: Christmas has rolled around and Mitch has to face his family, accompanied by John, disguised as a mere casual friend. Now every move they make has to be thought through or otherwise they will be found out.

Chapter 15: The first day of Christmas holiday has passed with only some minor disputes due to John's presence. Now Mitch and John can finally spent time together, sidestepping the family interactions.

Chapter 16: After having evaded all of the awkward family situations, John's and Mitch's crucial misstep had to happen on their last day of Christmas Holiday. And that isn't the last of their problems, since New Year is just around the corner.

Chapter 17: John and Mitch try to get over their fright with Sarah and start to catch up with everyday life. But things get exciting again when John brings home a new addition to their small family.

Chapter 18: Finally everyday life has taken over again, but the tranquility is treacherous. Phone calls made by Sarah drive Mitch into a corner from where he has only one choice left.

Chapter 19: After coming out to his dead parent's long time friend, Mitch's and John's relationship has gone one step further. But they are still harassed by Mitch's own cousin who threatens to expose them to his aunt and uncle. Now Mitch has to make a move that might as well change his whole life.

Chapter 20: Mitch has come out to his aunt and uncle and as expected has been cast out. Still, Mitch tries to stay strong and work through his everyday life with John by his side. But sudden inquiries into his personal life and the return of a well known convict make things a lot harder.

Chapter 21: Just before Mitch has the chance to tell John all about his arrest of Derek Johnson, two policemen appear on his doorstep. Ready to take John into custody.

Chapter 22: Following John's release from prison easier times seem to be up ahead. But then gossip has already made its way through town.

Chapter 23: Having left Fairview behind, new obstacles have to be navigated.

Chapter 24: Finally everything comes together.

#rambo #john rambo #first blood #first blood part one #sylvester stallone #david caruso #fanfiction #profdrlachfinger fanfiction #angst #slash #fluff #hurt/comfort #deputysoldier #deputy soldier

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ty-talks-comics · 4 years

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Best of Marvel: Week of February 5th, 2020

Best of this Week: Miles Morales: Spider-Man #15 (Legacy #255) - Saladin Ahmed, Javier Garrón, David Curiel and Cory Petit

I had a really difficult time choosing between this and X-Men/Fantastic Four #1.

Both stories were great this week and I was tempted to choose the latter because up to this point, I hadn't really been enjoying this Spider-Man run very much. Of course, here we are though. There was just something about how this issue pulled everything together that made me appreciate the story that Saladin Ahmed set out to tell and how Miles is finally growing into the hero that fans always knew he was. Everything just felt so right amidst this roller coaster of an “Ultimatum” arc. Even in the face of tremendous adversity Miles overcomes.

Throughout this series, Ahmed has been sprinkling small bits of an arc to readers with Miles constantly being late for class, tired and even being placed on academic probation by his Principal, Mr. Dutcher. Of course it's easy to paint Dutcher as potentially a racist due to how much he's had it in for Miles throughout the story, almost to very ludicrous points in his attempts to kick Miles out of the school. Things seek to finally take a turn when we find out that Dutcher found the notebook that Miles had been writing in with all of his Spider-Man adventure thoughts.

Garrón makes sure to draw Dutcher with the worst, "I've got your ass now" looks I've ever seen with one hand placed in his underarm while he taunts Miles with his journal. Curiel colors things ominously with light shadows going over most of his face as he prepares to ream Miles, but suddenly Brooklyn Visions, Miles' school, is attacked by a horde of new Green Goblins. Garrón makes them look threatening as hell as they terrorize the student body and the teachers with destroyed cars and fire in the background.

Without hesitation, Miles tries to swoop in and save them, but the Goblins find him and Dutcher, rounding them up with the rest of the hostages. The leader Goblin demands that the school hand over Spider-Man while threatening the staff. Garrón and Curiel sell this by portraying the Goblin as a towering beast with one green foot planted on the head of one of the teachers, his grey toenails curling over him. They’re certainly not as intimidating as the Main Green Goblin of the Ultimate Universe, but their numbers and power do cast as at least mildly formidable foes, at least for this issue.

One of the black teachers steps up and offers to remain the only hostage if they let the kids and other teachers go. I really like this character as I think he's the one that assigned the journal project and he's been acting as something of a mentor to Miles throughout. He really cares about his students and colleagues even though he's terrified and he's the first of many to inspire courage in this issue.

Just as the Goblin is about to absolutely RIP the teacher's head off, Dutcher steps up and says that his colleague doesn't know where Spider-Man is and says that he does. Everyone remembers that moment in the first Sam Raimi Spider-Man movie where J. Jonah Jameson risks his life for Peter so that he can escape - well, after giving a telling look to Miles, Dutcher claims that he himself Spider-Man before getting smacked into a wall. This is an amazing turning point for the character as we’ve only seen him be annoying and antagonistic to Miles the entire time that we’ve known him. With one small act of courage, he kinda reverses it all when he could have just given into his worse thoughts.

Garrón and Curiel frame this scene excellently with one shot of Miles looking at Dutcher, with a light shining on his face, almost wondering what the right decision is. He may not like Miles too much, but he couldn't forgive himself if he gave the boy up. We get another shot over Dutcher's shoulder, shadows covering the other side of his face and Miles looking at him, afraid that he could have his identity exposed and die right there. With no dialogue these two panels say more than any word balloons could.

Ganke, Miles' best friend, decides to launch another distraction for Miles to suit up and our hero swings in with an amazing splash page by Garrón and Curiel. The students cheer, the Goblins grit their teeth in anger and Miles takes a dynamic pose as his webs make an excellent line for the our eyes to follow from Miles arms, his heroic symbol and his gymnast legs getting ready to kick the crap out of evil. The black and red suit stands out amongst the mostly greens and browns of the page, putting the focus mainly on him.

For the most part, the rest of the issue is Garrón and Curiel showcasing Spider-Man's Goblin Slaying skill while they try to take him down. He crashes through the wall of the school and Garrón emphasizes the weight and speed of the fight with debris and skid marks as Miles knocks two of the Goblins out, making them revert to human form. There's also a really good shot of the leader Goblin chucking dumbbells and gymnast posts at Spider-Man.

Curiel does an amazing job of coloring the action as things move from the brown of the basketball court, to the blues of the indoor pool in which Garrón draws an amazing few panels of them fighting in the water. As per Curiel's coloring style the water is fluid and beautiful and then gets excellent lighting as Spider-Man Venom Blasts the Goblin in the middle of it all.

Cory Petit deserves heaps of credit for giving this entire book life with his incredible lettering and even more so this fight sequence. His transparent CRASHes and ZZZZZTs sell both the intensity of Miles and the Goblin going through walls and the power of Spider-Man’s Venom Blasts respectively. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the SPLASH as the Goblin falls into the pool or the transparent SLOSH that curves down the villain’s arm as he tries to punch at Miles in the water.

The fight reaches its conclusion after Miles repeatedly kicks the Goblin in the face and finishes with an uppercut (Shoryuken!) over a red, pop-art background that could only have been made better with a POW sound effect. The Goblin, knowing he’s been defeated, jumps away and leaves Spider-Man until their next confrontation. Later on Miles and Mr. Dutcher resume their conversation from earlier and it is a far more tense situation, especially after all of the damage that occured to the school.

Surrounded by Curiel’s dim oranges from the fires raging in the background, Miles tries to explain all the things that he says in his Journal, but Mr. Dutcher calmly hands his student his journal back. Dutcher tells Miles that he “should report students engaging in dangerous activities to the administration,” but all that he read was a “fictional story.” For a moment, Dutcher gives Miles a look like he sees the fear on the young man’s face, but he rationalizes that if Miles hadn’t done what he did, there’s no telling if any of them would be alive.

Mr. Dutcher proves himself to be a trustworthy person because of the bravery that Miles showed him. Miles has saved Brooklyn, if not the whole of the world, many a time and he’s actually one of the more well liked Spider-People. Miles serves as an inspiration to the rest of Brooklyn Visions and the borough as a whole, but there’s also the downside of his presence. Somehow the Goblins were able to find out what school Spider-Man attended and that puts everyone in grave danger, so the question is… what will Miles do now? He did save the day and got taken off of academic probation, but the school is mostly in ruin. Much like Peter’s best victories, this one is pyrrhic.

Saladin Ahmed really knocked it out of the park with this issue. He does a really good job at scripting Miles and his supporting cast, making each of them seem courageous and sympathetic. Javier Garron and David Curiel’s art and colors have been some of the best parts of this run and they continue to stun with amazing visuals, making sure readers get really invested in the art and the story it tells along with the script.

I do also wonder if this story will play into the upcoming “Outlawed” event which sees teenaged superheroes getting banned from active operation after something terrible happens to Spider-Man friend, Kamala Khan aka. Ms. Marvel. The destruction of Brooklyn Visions could act as more fuel to the fire following this issue and it would be interesting to see how this could possibly contribute to that event. Maybe we’ll even see Miles unmask to the world? (Nah, it’s probably gonna be her, but who knows?) But I am excited at the very least for the rest of Ahmed’s run if the issues continue being this awesome.

#miles morales #green goblins #spider man #saladin ahmed #javier garrón #david curiel #cory petit #marvel comics #comics #comic review #black superheroes

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dramioneasks · 5 years

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Personally, what are the most heart-wrenching fanfics for you guys? (Followers please go ahead and leave me the fic names as well!) Thank you ❤️

Try these (Warning: Some of these stories may contain sensitive content):

Manacled by SenLinYu - E, WIP - Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret locked away in her mind. She is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve, to be bred and monitored until it can be accessed.

Five Days by RavieSnake - M, 14 Chapters - No one knows that they are missing. No one knows where they are. No one knows that they are trapped. No one knows that they are dying. Dramione. WINNER for Best Drama/Angst and Best Tragedy in the Winter 2017 Dramione Fanfiction Awards!

Revert by SUPRNTRAL LVR - M, 24 Chapters - Six months post-war, Malfoy is in serious trouble. He’s on the run from the Ministry, Death Eaters, and a deadly curse which is eating him alive. When he hits rock bottom, a change in fortune lands him in 12 Grimmauld Place under the Ministry’s custody - and forces Hermione to remember the secrets they’ve both kept for years. Dramione, Sick!Draco, flashbacks to Hogwarts, hurt

The Initiate by phlox - E, 2 Chapters - “Want to impress upon people that you’ve changed, Malfoy? Take responsibility for your actions and your choices. Not liking where you ended up, not wanting what came after doesn’t change the fact that you wanted it at the time.” *Deflowering Draco, 2011*

Out of the Silent Planet by ianthe_waiting - MA, 39 Chapters - Post-Hogwarts - Hermione Granger fulfills Severus Snape’s final wish, to journey to Japan to retrieve’ something of importance. Set eleven years after HBP.

Silhouettes by Bex-chan - M, one-shot - “He would’ve known her silhouette in a room made of shadows.” A ghost story that’s not about ghosts at all. Dramione one-shot. EWE.

Fairy Stone by Colubrina - M, 4 Chapters - Draco is sentenced to one year in Azkaban, release contingent upon someone willing to vouch for his good behavior. Hermione does. “Oh, I want you,” he said. “You, just you, always you. You forever and you for always and you until the bloody sun explodes.” Dramione. COMPLETE.

Crimson with a Silver Lining by Lady Cailan - M, 78 Chapters - It is six years since the fall of the Ministry to Voldemort. Those other than purebloods are deemed less than human. When Ginny’s daughter ends up in grave danger, Hermione sells herself to the Death Eaters to save her life. Draco/Hermione. Not fluffy.

A Slow Cruel Descent by SenLinYu - E, 2 Chapters - The war grinds on and Hermione Granger is captured. Unable to crack her through interrogation without risking her mind, Voldemort conceives a cruel method of breaking her that involves Draco Malfoy. “He stared at her in disgust. She looked— broken. The fire she’d still had when she was dragged in was now extinguished. Her eyes were locked on his face like she were memorizing him.”

And its sequel:

A Fragile Ascent by SenLinYu - M, 2 Chapters - A sequel to A Slow Cruel Descent. The War is over. Voldemort is dead. And Hermione Granger is broken. COMPLETE.

Far Be It From Me by riptey - K+, 3 Chapters - Draco works in the dementia ward at St. Mungo’s, and he loves his job, but he doesn’t feel comfortable anywhere else. Recurring tremors in his hands make it hard for him to do things, and he’s too embarrassed to let anyone see. So when his schoolboy crush, Hermione Granger, suddenly reappears in his life, all he can do is push her away. DMHG/EWE/for dramione remix (Donnie Darko)

The Politician’s Wife by pir8fancier - M, 14 Chapters - Hermione hates Draco in the springtime, Hermione hates Draco in the fall, Hermione hates Draco 247.

Heaven Forbid by empathapathique - M, 3 Chapters - She held the Muggle pregnancy test limply in her hands, and the red plus sign glared at Draco dauntingly, his very own monster come to wreak havoc in his world. D/Hr

Crumple by MissiAmphetamine - M, 11 Chapters - As the war rages on two years post-‘final battle’, Hermione is captured by the other side and Malfoy is the only hope she has of surviving. [“Granger?” His voice is urgent, but she just sits there and breathes for a moment, feeling violated and still radiating pain, her eyes staring blindly at the cell wall opposite her, her brain frozen in what she thinks dully might be shock.]

Heavy Losses, New Beginnings by LoveBugOC - M, 2 Chapters - [She lost a child. He lost a child as well as his wife.] Dramione. Rated M for subject matter. Two-parter.

How We Imagined Light by horcruxnumber8 - M, one- shot -The war is over, and while the rest of the Wizarding World drowns their sorrows in champagne and celebratory balls, Hermione finds comfort in an unconventional way…and with the most unexpected person. D/Hr, EWE.

The Winds of Azkaban by Dark Whisper - M, 3 Chapters - Hermione is a contributing writer for the Daily Prophet reporting of the trials of Death Eaters. Draco is given a controversial sentence and uses Hermione to learn the fate of his parents.

How the Light Gets In by potato4 - M, 33 Chapters - He grabbed her wrist with his left hand and pinned it above her head, pressing their forearms together, Dark Mark against Mudblood scar. Death Eater against Muggle-born. “The war left scars on both of us that we didn’t ask for. But you still flinch when you see mine. And what’s why I will never deserve to have you.” Slow-burn Dramione. Canon compliant. EWE.

Hold Nothing Back by Captainraychill - T, one-shot - no summary

Expiry Date by LoveBugOC - K, 2 Chapters - He knew, before it even started, that it wouldn’t last. He knew he was only her escape, that all they were was temporary. Their relationship had an expiry date. He just hadn’t thought it would come so quickly. SEQUEL has been loaded and uploaded.

Queen of Heaven by riptey - T, one-shot - COMPLETE one-shot. Draco’s only friend in prison is a spider, and its venom causes hallucinations of Hermione. The only problem is that Dream Hermione keeps insisting she’s real. D/Hr, EWE

Beautiful Things Can Come From The Dark by yesterdayschild4 - M, 17 Chapters - He finds her, broken and bleeding, and it will change everything. A rape aftermath story told from Draco Malfoy’s POV. DHr

How Soon Is Now? by nelpher - T, one-shot - A series of letters revealing what transpires when Hermione investigates a supposed breach of Draco’s probation.

Ghosts by Rizzle - M, 5 Chapters - Five years after the end of Voldemort and Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is out of Azkaban and is a shell of his former self. Hermione Granger is doing her best, but she has demons of her own to deal with.

Love Me Twice by Bex-chan - M, one-shot - ’“They tore her apart and then wiped me out of her mind to send me a message. To mess up my life. To break…” he trailed off. Blaise nodded his head with understanding. “To break your heart,” he finished for him.’ Dramione. One-shot.

Anyone know any others? Feel free to leave your suggestions down below!

- AgnMag

#anonymous #tear jerkers

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lj-writes · 6 years

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First chapter in my ESB rewrite

(The repetitive, lazy writing is intentional. I’m also really playing up the more ridiculous aspects of the movie. Warning: compared to The Last Jedi, at least, this fic might actually make sense.)

Star Wars: Episode II: The Last Jedi Strikes Back

The EMPIRE reigns. Having discovered the location of the Rebellion, Emperor Palpatine now deploys merciless legions to restore military control of the galaxy.

Luke Skywalker has gone in search of Jedi Master Yoda, certain that he can restore a spark of hope to the fight.

But the Rebellion is in grave danger. As the Empire speeds toward the rebel base, the brave heroes mount a desperate escape….

Chapter I: The Evacuation

The Avenger loomed over the jungle moon, its shadow casting doom on the rebel base. Below, General Rieekan shouted orders, loading transports with evacuees. Above the planet, the Home One waited for the evacuation to complete so the fleet could escape into hyperspace.

Suddenly Rieekan looked up as something massive emerged from hyperspace. It was a Star Destroyer, black and bigger than any Star Destroyer the general had ever seen. It was the dreadnought Eclipse, and it had come to wipe the rebel base from off the face of Yavin IV.

From the Avenger’s bridge, Captain Needa turned and smirked to his commanding officer. “Our first catch of the day.”

“I have my orders from the Emperor himself,” said Admiral Piett with sober triumph. “Wipe them out. All of them.”

As the hearts of the rebels filled with dread, a ship approached the Star Destroyer Avenger.

From the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon, C-3PO murmured, “I have a bad feeling about this.”

Chewbacca growled at him, an admonition to be upbeat and think happy thoughts.

“With all due respect, Chewbacca,” came the voice of Ackbar, the fleet admiral, “I’m with the droid on this one.”

“Well, thanks for the support, admiral,” Han snarked from the gunner’s position. “Chewie, open communications.”

Chewie flicked a switch and a signal was transmitted to the Star Destroyer Avenger.

“This is Han Solo of the Millennium Falcon,” said Han loud and clear over the channel. “I have an urgent communique for Admiral Pete.”

“Patch him through,” Piett ordered, walking the length of the bridge. “This is Piett. Your rebellion is at an end. You are all scum and war criminals. There will be no terms, no surrender. We will eliminate your filth from the galaxy.”

Han drummed his fingers on the trigger. “Hello?”

“Yes?” asked Piett.

“I’m holding for Admiral Pete.”

“This is Piett,” the admiral snapped.

“Is Admiral Pete there?” Han demanded. “Can someone please get me an Admiral Pete?”

“I am Admiral Piett,” Piett snapped. “Can you hear me?”

“Piett? With a P?” asked Han. “Bony fella. Big Adam’s apple.”

“That is me,” Piett snapped. “I am Admiral Piett.”

“Look, is anyone even there? Why won’t you answer me?” Han snapped.

“This is Piett of the Imperial Navy,” Piett snapped. “I can hear you. Can you hear me?”

“Do I have the right number?” asked Han.

“We read you,” said Piett. “This is Piett.”

“Look, if I can’t get an Admiral Pete, can I talk to Ensign Ferder?” asked Han. “First name Nerv, is he on?”

“Is there a Nerv Ferder on this ship?” asked Piett loudly to the bridge.

“No, sir,” replied the crew with a straight face.

“There are no Nerv Ferders on this ship,” said Piett to Han.

“Well, that’s obviously wrong,” Han smirked.

Needa furrowed his brow. “I believe he’s tooling with you, sir.”

“Look, I can’t hold forever,” Han snapped. “If you see Piett, tell him I’ve got an urgent message from Admiral Ackbar. About his mother.”

Piett blinked. “What is it?”

“Oh brother. Boring conversation anyway,” Han muttered as he hung up. “Punch it, Chewie!”

Chewie roared and put the Falcon’s new booster to the test, sending Threepio flying into the wall with a wail and a clatter.

The Avenger opened fire, but the Falcon zoomed straight past it, heading straight toward the dreadnought.

“He’s insane,” Piett muttered. He dialed up General Veers on hologram. “Why aren’t you blasting that puny freighter?”

“That freighter is at too close range for our weapons,” Veers replied. “We’ll have to fight them ship to ship.”

“Then unleash our fighters at once,” said Piett, hanging up.

“Ten minutes too late,” Veers muttered. “Launch fighters!”

“That single freighter can’t penetrate our armor,” Ozzell scoffed.

“They’re not penetrating our armor,” Veers snapped. “They’re taking out our surface cannons.”

“Sir,” said Ensign Canady, “ventral cannons are fully primed.”

“Excellent,” said Veers. “Blast the rebel base to rubble.”

The cannons charged and reduced the base to a crater.

Meanwhile, the Falcon dodged and weaved as Han took out cannons effortlessly. Chewie roared triumphantly.

“I know, one left,” said Han. “Looks like we’ve got company.”

A swarm of TIEs zoomed after the Falcon. A blast hit the Falcon, causing a panel to blow.

“Threepio, get down there and patch that up!” Han bellowed.

“I’m going, I’m going!” Threepio called, barely able to stand with all the Falcon’s spinning maneuvers. Sparks were flying from a console in the wall.

Threepio stuck his finger in it and yelped as he was zapped. The sparks stopped, only to explode in two other places. Threepio stuck his fingers in the breaches, yelping each time he was zapped. Soon eight of Threepio’s fingers were in awkward and physically impossible positions.

Chewie roared from the cockpit, asking if the droid had gotten the problem under control.

“I’m running out of fingers!” Threepio cried. He stuck his last two fingers into the sparking mess. Then he shut his eyes and rammed headfirst into the console with a wail. The sparks stopped flying.

Threepio opened his eyes. “I can’t believe that worked,” he said amazedly.

Han blasted the last cannon and whooped.

“Yeehaw!” cried Chewbacca.

“Excellent work, Captain Solo,” said Ackbar. “The fleet is ready to make the jump to lightspeed. Return to the main cruiser at once.”

“With pleasure, your Admiralbleness,” said Han.

Chewie roared and turned the ship back toward the Eclipse.

“What are you, suicidal?” Han demanded. “He said return to the cruiser!”

Chewie roared in retort.

“What do you mean we won’t get far?” Han demanded. “I’ll tell you what, we won’t get very far if we don’t jump to lightspeed right now instead of playing hero!”

“Oh, Chewbacca, please do listen to Captain Solo!” Threepio cried. “This is madness!”

“Chewbacca!” Ackbar thundered. “Return at once!”

Chewie shut off Ackbar’s channel and ordered Gold Squadron to strafe the dreadnought.

“I’m the captain!” shouted Han. “I give the orders around here! You turn this ship around right now, you big hairy idiot, or you’re grounded for a month!”

Chewie roared and pelted the surface of the Eclipse with blaster fire.

The Y-wings began their bombing runs, dropping proton bombs on the dreadnought’s surface. They weren’t making much of a dent, and the TIEs were picking them off fast. The rebel ships began to be caught in one another’s explosions.

From the cockpit of her fighter, Holdo growled in frustration. Her release mechanism was jammed. She reached for the manual remote in the ceiling compartment, but it fell between her feet. Frantically, she attempted to scoop it up with one of her booted feet.

Seeing the other bombers weren’t doing any damage, Holdo realized what she had to do. She shot straight toward the bridge.

“Blast that fighter!” Veers ordered, but it was too late. The Y-Wing was careening straight toward the bridge.

Holdo closed her eyes and stomped on the detonation button.

“Well, f–” said Veers as a sudden explosion engulfed the bridge. A chain of explosions blossomed along the dreadnought, destroying it completely.

Chewie roared in triumph and made the jump to lightspeed.

Piett stood at the bridge of the Avenger, letting none of his fear show on his face.

Needa approached him. “Emperor Palpatine is requesting contact.”

“Excellent,” said Piett. “I’ll take the call in my chambers.”

The Emperor’s hooded head suddenly filled the bridge in blue hologram. “Admiral Piett,” growled the raspy old man.

“My lord, I report that–” Piett’s face smacked into the floor with a crunch as the Emperor used the Force to drag him across the bridge.

“My disappointment in your performance cannot be understated,” snarled Palpatine.

“My lord, they cannot get away,” said Piett, standing up only to slip on the puddle of blood from his nose. “We have them tied to the end of a string.”

The Emperor mused on this. “See me in my chambers at once.”

Chewie and Han stood before Admiral Ackbar.

Ackbar slapped his great fishy flipper across Han’s face. “You’re demoted,” he barked.

“Hey, now hold on just a second!” Han replied indignantly. “Chewie was the one going kamikaze, not me!”

Chewie roared. Ackbar slapped him. “You’re demoted!” he barked.

Chewie roared.

“For disobeying direct orders!” Ackbar barked.

“That’s not fair!” C-3PO protested.

“You wasted valuable lives on a suicide run–” Ackbar growled.

“We took down a dreadnought!” cried Han.

“Enough!” Ackbar shouted. “Lieutenant Solo, your Wookiee is on probation until further notice!” He stormed from the room.

“That’s it, I’m getting out of here,” Han muttered. “Come on, Chewie. We’re leaving this dump before we get into even more trouble.”

Chewie growled and shook his head.

“Come on!” Han snapped.

Chewie shook his head again and roared angrily.

“Fine!” Han snapped. “See you around, pal. I’m going to find Luke.”

Han stormed off to the hangar, muttering all the way.

#lmao #fanfic #the empire strikes back #tlj critical #the last jedi critical #long post #submission #queue are you

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lubdubsworld · 7 years

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Make it hurt ( Kiss it Better ) ( Yoongi/Oc)

I know..i know i was supposed to update other fics but this one was already mostly written....

Chapter 6

“So let me get this straight? He offered to marry you and you threatened to strangle him? what is wrong with you...” Jieun sighed deeply, threading long fingers through my hair as she massaged some heated camellia oil into my thick sable brown tresses. i sat in front of the mirror, watching her as she separated the thick strands into little bunches, putting them in rollers and pinning them up into my scalp after she was done.

It had been months since I’d let her do this for me. Months since I’d let anyone do anything for me and I was now officially on probation in school. Seokjin had kicked me out of the aprtment after a heated fight .

“He said he’d rape me.” I said bluntly and Jieun groaned.

“Are you serious? Yoongi would never touch you without your consent. You know that better than anyone else. He’s an Alpha and your mate and he probably said that impulsively. He’s already sent like two dozen bouquets and a truckload of apology cards . It’s been a week, already! Forgive the poor guy and answer his calls.”

i sighed in defeat.

“I just... i want to stop thinking about stuff for a while. Can’t i take some time off to myself? “

“Then why are you fighting with Seokjin oppa? He only wants what’s best for you!”

“Not if that best includes him pimping me out to every alpha in the vicinity.” i said tesitily.

“So choose Yoongi. He’s a little rough around the edges , i agree but at least he’s better than the rest. ”

“Whose side are you on?”

“i’m on the side of reason.” Jieun said loftily. “ He’s clearly very worried about you.”

I sighed and dropped my head into my arms.

“I just...I felt really hurt, okay? I don’t know ... if he hadn’t said that to me , i might even have agreed to marry him. And just when I was trying to get myself to consider his proposal he goes and threatens to use force on me. It was like being stabbed in the bloody heart!” I whispered, still stinging.

I glanced at my phone briefly.

Two more missed calls.

Sighing , I picked the phone up and stared at it.

From MinYoongi<@YoongiMin>

I’m sorry.

Read : 4:00PM

From MinYoongi<@YoongiMin>

you want me to beg? fine i’ll beg. i can’t fucking breathe without you. I screwed up and I was pissed because of how much you affected me and shit and i know that I shouldn’t have yelled at you on Jung Kook’s birthday but I just couldn’t handle seeing you and you were being so persistent about wanting to come home and I sort of lost it. i didn’t mean any of that shit.

Read : 4:07PM

From MinYoongi<@YoongiMin>

i’m sorry. just let me see you.

Read : 4:08PM

From MinYoongi<@YoongiMin>

i didn’t mean that crap about forcing you. jesus. i would never do that.

i shouldn’t have said that. i don’t even know why i said that.

just let me see you? No funny stuff. i’ll stay ten feet away the whole time.

i swear.

Read : 4:10PM

From MinYoongi<@YoongiMin>

i’m trying to set this right.

Read : 4:11PM

From MinYoongi<@YoongiMin>

you know i could come in and use my alpha voice and shit right? but i won’t . i swear i won’t and i don’t want to either.

i just want you to give me a chance. Of your own accord. And it’s not even about you having to leave school or me having to have a mate. This is about you being a wonderful , strong young woman that i don’t want to lose.

Read : 4:15PM

From MinYoongi<@YoongiMin>

come on.

just give me one chance so i can redeem myself.

Read : 4:30PM

“Jieun do you think i’m a bitch?” I said finally, tossing my phone back down and leaning back into her. She chuckled.

“Yes. One hundred percent. Why?”

Sighing, I jumped to my feet. It wasn’t that I wanted to do this , so much as i felt like i really needed to do it.

I moved to the closet and grabbed a robe and my favorite shampoo. It took me an hour to take a nice warm shower, blow dry my hair and let it fall in waves around me . I even grabbed some of Jieun’s make up, smoothing the red gloss over my lips and drawing out my eyeliner and even putting on some blush.

“who you trying to kill, woman?” Jieun said drily and i gave her a little grin.

“Myself.” I said softly. “ I really just wanna kill myself.”

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“You look.... You look absolutely... wow. I mean.... really... I’m a little scared.” His voice hitched, just a little. I felt uncomfortable, fingers gripping the fabric of my skirt. I never wore skirts but then, I never voluntarily made efforts to ... talk to boys either.

I stared at him for a second, letting his good looks sink in. It hit me hard, everytime i saw him. The fact that he was so good looking. .Yoongi was leaning against the hood of his range rover, white t shirt and skinny jeans , hair ruffled by the wind and eyes shadowed like he hadn’t slept in a while.

“Scared ?” I said, confused.

“Yeah... like you’re trying to just show me exactly what I can’t have.” He said with a grimace and I stifled a smile. He was standing a good twelve feet away , hadn’t even made any attempt to get closer and I appreciated that. A small box of chocolates, wrapped in a blue satin bow lay on the car , another apology note pinned to it.

“You need to stop spamming my phone with messages. “ I said firmly. “I don’t want endless apologies they don’t .... they don’t really change the fact that you said that to me.”

“I would never do that, Min Jung. You’re... You’re so important to me. I wouldn’t force you to do anything. I’m an idiot and I ‘m sorry. ”

And there was something in his gaze, a sort of warmth and regret, like he really did mean the words. And maybe it was because I hadn’t seen his face when i read all those messages, but listening to him apologize to me in person, it changed things.

A bit of the heaviness in my chest melted and I felt like my lungs cleared, just a little.

Breathing was a bit easier. Looking at him was a little easier. Just opening myself a bit and letting him in felt a little bit easier.

“There’s someone, I want you to meet, though. She’s... she’s really important to me and we’ll have to go see her ... at her place.” I said nervously, my fingers still gripping my dress.

“Oh, okay. Who is she?”

“You’ll see. We’ll have to take your car.”

“Okay.”

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The drive was mostly silent. I punched in the location and Yoongi frowned because it was an unfamiliar part of Seoul, on the outskirts and more than an hour’s drive.

He didn’t start conversation and neither did I, opting to stare out of the window instead. Soft music played , a ixture of R&B and pop and he occasionally hummed along, strong hands gripping the steering wheel as he drove evenly.

When we neared the place, he started frowning.

“This is literally in the middle of nowhere.” He muttered.

I pointed to a small clearing, with a muddy field up ahead.

“You should park there.” i said and Yoongi obediently pulled over. I got down quickly and he followed, coming around to help me down.

“Come on, this way.”

I led him through ther familiar field, past the small hillock with the brigh vibrant flowers and into the small pathway that led further into the woods. I walked surely, my feet already on auto-pilot as I reached the familiar creak and the glade nearby.

The tombstone was overgrown with wildflowers and Yoongi stopped short, looking stunned as he watched me move carefully to the cement structure, using my fingers to wipe away some of the dust before pressing my palms against the granite.

“This is my mom.” I said softly.

Yoongi stayed perfectly still and I moved closer to the grave, kneeling int the damp earth. The sound of the creek was soothing and calming . The scent of the flowers pleasant and comforting.

“She was an omega. Like me.” I said softly.

“She must have been beautiful.” Yoongi said quietly, moving closer and staring down at the inscription. Nothing fancy. Just my mother’s name.

Kim So Eun.

Beloved mother.

Stepping a bit closer, i traced the familiar letters.

“My mother married my father when he imprinted on her. She was already engaged to Seokjin’s father, before that . They were in love but my father... he... was an Alpha and he wanted my mother very badly. He forced her into a marriage.” I said gently.

“Min jung...”

“Just... Please just hear me out. I loved my m other very much. She was the kindest most amazing woman. She loved me so much and although my father hated the fact that I was an omega she showered me with enough affecton for me to be happy. And I was happy. Really happy. “

“ When I was eight, my mother became pregnant. She was twenty weeks along when my father took her in for a scan and they found that she was pregnant with a boy and the boy was an omega as well. My father was very mad. He wanted my mother to get an abortion. ” I swallowed.

“My mother didn’t want one. For one, she was already pretty weak and she really loved the baby. She kept begging my father not to force her into it. That she would do anything, if he would just let her keep the baby...”

I gripped the edge of the tomb hard.

“My father didn’t listen. He used his status as an Alpha to force her into submission. He made her go through the abortion.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry...” Yoongi was closer, not touching me but close enough for me to feel the warmth of his breath against my neck.

“My mother died on the operating table that night. Her screaming sobbing face as she begged to my father to let her go ... that’s the last emmory i have of her. . They told me she bled out on the table but i think...i think she died of a broken heart. “ i smiled softly.

“Seokjin’s father adopted me , afterwards and I left Busan for good. But I was there Yoongi. I was there in the hospital hallway, watching as my mother shouted and screamed and cried and sobbed. I watched her beg for her life, for her son’s life and i watched a dozen doctors, nurses and my own father just stand by and let her die.... simply because she was an omega. Simply because my father was an alpha.”

I turned around to stare at him. He looked shocked and sympathetic and it ought to make me feel good but it only made me feel worse.

“And I swore that I would never let myself get into that position. I would never let a man have that kind of control over me.” I shook my head.

“I promise , I won’t ever...”

“I know.” I said shortly. “ I know you won’t. I’m not accusing you of being the kind of man my father was. I know you’re not. That’s why i brought you here. To meet her. She’s the only one who... ever truly understood me. So i wanted you to meet her . “

Yoongi hesitated before sinking down to kneel next to me.

“Would she have liked me?” He said softly.

I blinked, a little thrown by the question.

“I..I don’t know.” I said helplessly and he chuckled.

“you’re honest. Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove to her that I’m good enough for her daughter.”

He held his palm out .

It took every ounce of my energy just to place my hand on his. He held my hand gently and smiled.

“This hand... I swear i’ll never let it go.” He whispered. “ Not unless you ask me to. “

i laughed a little.

“That’s not very romantic.”

“It’s honest. I’ll never force you to stay when you want to leave. And i’ll never push you away when you want to stay. I can promise that much.” he traced a circle on the back of my hand, thumb soft and gentle on my skin.

I sighed.

“I don’t want my brother fired. I don’t want to get kicked out of school either. So , I’ll... stay with you. At least for a while. “ I shrugged.

Yoongi leaned forward slightly and I startled.

“Can I...?” His eyes dropped to my lips and it felt a bit like every single cell in my body had been spooked. i wanted to keel over and rolls away.

Throat dry , i squeezed his palm in panic.

“Here?! No... I mean... Let’s get back first.”

“First? You mean I can get my kiss after?”

I shoved him away , fighting the rush of blood to my face. He stumbled a little, laughing as he lost his balance and landed hard on his butt, his smile so wide that his gums peeped out and the entire scene was so scarily beautiful that I wanted to burrow into the ground and hide like a gopher.

“You’re pushing it.” I muttered, moving to walk back quickly and i yelped a little when he came rushing over to link his fingers with mine, yanking lightly till i crashed into his shoulders. He gripped my shoulders lightly, pulling me close and nuzzling my neck playfully and his scent is strong now, woody and musky and altogether irresistible.

“I’m desperate. “ He muttered , nosing into the curve of my neck before nipping at the curve , a shaft of pain flashing from the still healing bite wound. I whimpered just a bit and he pulled back surprised.

“What’s wrong?” He said worried, reaching out to push my hair away and I blushed, pulling away. I hated being coddled .

“It’s okay... it’s just the bite....I..”

“Can i see?” He said gently and i froze. It wasn’t ‘ Let me see. it was Can I see?

And that mattered. Reluctantly. i grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it backrevealing the bite mark on the mating gland. . Yoongi took in a sharp breath and let out a gasp.

“Oh my God.. this looks bad. Did Seokjin hyung see this?” He said worried. I hesitated a little before sighing.

“He told me... only you could help.” I said softly. It was beyond embarassing and i wished frantically that he would understand without me actually having to spell it out.

He stared at me for a second and then his eyes widened briefly.

“Oh..okay. “ He pulled away and back and I felt my heart pound steadily as we continued walking like nothing had happened. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Had i crossed some line? Did he think I was disgusting for suggesting something like that?

Yoongi walked close by and seemed to be lost in thought and i kept my gaze ahead. When we reached the car however, he opened the back door and climbed in. I stood still surprised.

“What are you-?”

“It’ll be uncomfortable in the front. You don’t want the gear shift digging into your side, do you?” He smiled a little and my entire body thrummed in nervous anticipation.

Oh. Oh.

I climbed after him slowly and he leaned back against the soft, expensive leather seats and lightly patted his lap.

“Come on. This should be comfortable for both of us.” He held his arms out. fingers trembling just a little, I slowly knelt next to him, crawling forward slowly before gripping his shoulder and lightly straddling him , awkwardly trying to keep my breasts out of his face as I rested my knees on either side of his waist.

“Can I-?”

“Yeah. Okay...” I swallowed nervously and he gripped my waist gently but firmly, pulling me down till I was fully seated on him, the front of his jeaned pressing right up against the crotch of my panties and i seriously began rethinking my choice of attire.

“It’s okay... relax..I’ve got you.” He hummed, voice low and soothing as he traced the curve of my body, palms runiing up and down my sides briefly . I wanted to adjust my self on his lap but I also did not want to grind down on him. Especially when I could actually feel him getting hard against me.

“You smell great.” He said calmly and I stayed quiet, not trusting my voice yet. i was afraid I would do something absolutely embarassing. Like whine or whimper or moan.

He lightly kissed the edge of my collarbone before licking tentatively. I shuddered at the warmth, his scent slowly beginning to seep through me. It was like taking a nice slow sip of alcohol, arming me inside out. I sagged a bit against him and his lips moved up , lightly kissing their way till they reached the small bite mark.

“You ready?” His voice ragged cracking a little around the edges.

“Uh... yeah... yeah..” i choked out.

He fitted his whole mouth over the bite, pressed his tongue right into the cut and then sucked.

I jerked forward in shock, suddenly boneless as pleasure and pain spread out into my veins like poison. I couldn’t breathe, move or even think, my entire body numb with pleasure as he licked the spot gently, smooth strokes of his tongue while he used his palm to stroke my back , calming me down.

I gripped his shoulders, hard, well aware that my nails were going to leave marks and he repeated the whole thing, lips closing over the bite before sucking on it, tongue following to lave at the skin till I was drugged, my eyes rolling back in my eyes, mind hazy and clouded and limbs heavy and limp against him.

I didn’t know how long I stayed there, cradled against his warm, strong chest, buried in his scent as he soothed and licked at the wound. It could have been an hour. it could have been two. Slowly , I began to lose all hold on relaity and when he finally pulled off and gave me alittle nudge , I was fully out of it, my head floaty and my brain on standby.

“Hey, baby... you with me?” He whispered gently , blowing hot air into my ears and I blinked back at him groggily.

“Uh.. huh..”

He chuckled.

“Okay.. You can lay down here in the back. I’ll put on the belt and you can nap, okay? i’ll drive you back to the dorm and put you to bed, is that fine?” He said softly.

Only some of it registered. The words bounced over my head I went a little cross eyed as i tried to stare at him. in the end I couldn’t keep my eyes open and I slipped into unconsciousness.

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