#like yes benjy!! that's your brother!! very good!!!

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i am so deeply tired that i should just go to bed but if i go to bed too early my cats wake me up early (note: they still wake me up even if i go to bed later. they just wake me up... later! sometimes!)

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“The Great War : Part 2”

Pairing: Benjicot “Davos” blackwood x Bracken!fem!reader

Part 1 of “The great war”

Part 3 of “The great war”

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“ Benji makes a move, Aeron demands his sister back, you learn the truth—prehaps you would survive the great war after all ”

~ fluff, food feeding, flirty Benji, ‘Darling’ is basically his love language, mention of abduction, bashing Aeron Bracken ( loml)

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There will be one more part consisting: wedding, smut and jealousy, a happily ever after. Join the taglist<3 xoxo

Request for Aemond, Jace and Aegon are open <3

Two days, you sighed, two days living on false hopes and whispered prayers, the smell of smoke still fresh on your skin.

Bright light shimmering inside and took refuge in your darkness as the flap opened, you looked up from your blood soaked gown and feral watery eyes, sore from tears and hopes.

“ Won't you eat anything darling? ” Benji smiled, despite his words carrying a tone of disappointment, his gaze lingering off the untouched food as he reached you.

Sitting down next to you, his back pressed against your cot, floor cold under your bodies.

“ C'mon, you will die if you won't eat.” His fingers brushed your jaw and you pulled back, turning your face to the outside chatter.

“ Wouldn't that be better ? ” you turned to him, He only beamed more, always flattered to have your attention.

“ No.” He said, bringing the plate towards you, “ Because your brother wouldn't like that and me ? I would be wrecked without you sweetheart.”

“ My brother ? ” you perked up, Benji shredded the loaf, dipping it in the cherry crushed jam.

“ Yes, your brother.” Benji cocked his head, bringing the loaf to your mouth, “open” he mouthed, you hesitated but eventually obliged.

“ When will he come ? ” you asked instantly, feeling your throat dry from days refusing food and water.

“ Bracken's were seen on the east fronts, if everything —” He brought another bite to you, “ — plays out good then he would be here by tommorow.”

“ Oh.” Your lips brushed his finger, Benjy's mouth twitched, “ I can eat by myself.” you said hurriedly, avoiding his eyes that could easily devour you.

“ I know darling.” He said calmly, Ben looked different in this light, his face clear from blood and gore, eyes not blinded by war and chaos but just himself, he was feral, you knew it, knew damn well all his bloodiness but this Benji who visited you everytime in these past two days, his skin clear, his youth shining, his words sweet, his tactics new to feed you, it felt like the very first time. You felt more dirty in the clothes he abducted you, refusing to bathe or change or eat, fingers dirty under your nails. It was a relief he was feeding you.

“ Then let me.” You didn't open your mouth when he brought the sweet loaf to you, his eyes softening as he shaked his head.

“ You are in my care, so you don't get to fret.” He pushed his thumb on your mouth, parting your lips in a gasp, too stunned to form any sentences, let alone for a comeback, you ate.

“ No.” you said, when he started spreading cheese on another peice of bread, his fingers red with cherry jam, like blood.

“ Huh ? ” he looked up, placing tomatoes on the loaf along with cooked meat.

“ Not hungry.” you looked away, not that you weren't, but you hated how your heart raced everytime he was near, hated how you would do anything if he said it the right way, hated how stupid he made you feel.

He dismissed as your stomach churned, embarassing you but he made no note of it, busy in making a flower with his toppings.

“ I thought about asking for your hand in marriage, the first time we met.”

“ We never met. You saw me and I saw you.” you snapped at him, Benji chuckled as he bit his lower lip, you looked away.

“ I thought you didn't remember making eyes at me.”

“ I was just looking ! ” your face grew warm, your heart lept inside your ribs, you wondered if he could hear it.

And sometimes you thought he did, Benji could breathe your hunger, sense your desires and it left you spiralling — did he know ?

“ ofcourse you were just looking, darling.” He was finished decorating the loaf like it wasn't going to be eaten but preserved through the centuries.

“ Stop calling me darling.”

“ Why ? Don't tell me you don't like it.”

“ I don't like it.” you glared at him, he waved you off, pouring wine in two goblets.

“ Then don't blush like that.” He sucked at his cherry smeared fingers, his mouth was warm and pink, soft like a breeze, how soft and sweet...so soft on your lips—fuckity fuck.

You flushed, feeling heat shoot up your spine, slowly crawling it's way to your face.

You grabbed the goblet, downed it one swig, ‘it's the wine’ you would jab at him if he pointed the crimson glow of your skin.

But he never did, Benji watched with his smug face, as your throat bobbled down the whole drink in one go, smiling to himself.

“ It would've been nice if your brother wasn't an idiot.”

“ Say that again.” You frowned at him, ready to bang his head with the decorated loaf if you had to, how dare he ?

“ No offence darling.” He shifted closer to you, running a hand through his hair, you winced at his sticky fingers but it was Benji, he would look good doing anything, stupid or immoral, anything and you shuddered at the feeling he tingled inside you. Stop !

“ but your brother ruined everything, first he declared for the cun—unworthy Aegon and then when I tried to make peace—”

“ oh, the bloodshed ? ” You glanced at him and he looked hurt for a moment before he recovered with a widened shit eating grin of his, streching from ear to ear.

“ It was your Brother and his plan.”

“ No.”

“ Well you have got no reason to believe me and you shouldn't until I prove myself to you, House Bracken and house Blackwood never got along and on that table when I saw you, I saw hope, I didn't mind if Aeron asked for lands or rivers or people or glory as long as he would bless us but...” You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw his face crinkling,he wasn't crying but it was there, a proof that he could, “...He and his gitty lords betrayed my trust, no honour, no word keeping—”

“ Stop, please stop.” You brought your knees to your chest, feeling your insides hollow as he spoke and spoke, making you wonder whose sword it was that swinged first that day, his or Aeron's, which man died first, his or your own, because every word he said felt true to his soul and Benji did many things to you, kidnapped you, threatened you, played his silly little games with you but all and all, he never lied, not even to feed you, not even to gain your trust.

You were so doomed.

“ You should rest, darling.”

“ Go away.” You buried your face in the dip of your knees.

“ Right.” He closed his mouth, getting up from the floor, “ Aeron will come for you and this time we could actually talk about peace.”

He added sincerely, before smoothening your hair as you refused to look at him, feeling everything you believed crumble, going upside down.

“ Eat that when you're hungry.” and with that he left.

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Benji was true to his word, By afternoon two maids came in, holding a dress, it was just a simple cotton gown with red flowers embroided and despite almost three days of refusing to do anything that was told,

You finally gave in, feeling your body melt in the hot water as soft hands brushed your back, combing through your hair.

Blood, smoke and many other things rubbed off your skin, you were finally clean.

Your eyes widened, heart bloomed as two men in cloak escorted you in front of a tent, biggest in the whole camp after where you were kept.

“ Go inside.” One said and you reasiled she was a woman, you weren't going to be told twice before you entered, it was lit only with candles. You squinted your eyes and before them stood your brother.

Aeron looked up, his eyes moistened as he saw you, joy knew no bounds as it filled inside you.

“ Sister.” He was already on his feet, circling the room as he ran and took you in his arms, picking you off the floor and swinging you midair.

“ you're okay ? ” you asked him, once he let you down and he nodded, bumping your nose, “ I should ask you that.” He said grimly, shooting a glare towards Benjicot, who was watching the whole reunion with a scowl on his face.

His scowl disappeared as you followed your brother's gaze to him, smiling brightly as he waved at you.

“ Now that we are all here,” Benjicot announced, and you were suddenly aware of many other unrecognisable faces in the room, all with pride and loyalty in their eyes, “let us discuss some very important matters that have continued to become a pain in our ass.” Benji looked at Aeron, who bristled away, taking your hand as he went to sit opposite from Benji on the council table amongst his important men.

“ Not there.” Benji said sweetly to you, immediately the chair next to him was pulled, “ Little dove, here.”

You blinked, glancing at your brother whose face was clamped in a bitter line.

Remembering your place and territory, you walked to his side, sitting next to him.

“ Did you sleep well last night, darling ? ” He leaned back as wine was poured to each lord, some of them were eyeing Aeron and his men very suspiciously, some only smiled with smirks plastered to their hard faces.

You gave him one pointed look before turning back to your brother.

The council began with a very drunk man howling how House Bracken took everything from him, fluent in curses as he threw one after another before you groaned.

“ Take Lord Hawthorne away, he clearly needs rest.” Benjicot said, as two hands helped the said lord out, still telling Aeron how he could fuck himself.

“ Now that we are back again—”

“ I want my sister back.” Aeron made his point, slamming his fist, his hair falling down from his bun at the force.

“ very well.” Benji smiled, all the lords hummed or tutted, like they knew something only the Brackens didn't.

“ last time when we talked about any exchange, you stabbed me in the back.” you watched Aeron for any sign of denial, you were disappointed, shit, “ which is a metaphor, ofcourse, you talked about peace, killed my men, offered your sister and took her away from me.”

“ There was no betrothal.” Aeron said simply, avoiding your gaze. Benji's laugh was humourless, more threatening.

“ You promised and I am asking for that promise back.”

“ In no life I would let that happen.”

“ Then you will face consequences lad.” one man spoke, he was older, his skin slacked around his arms and nerves popped up blue.

“ Your brother is stupid.” Benji leaned and whispered to you, as the council crackled at the old man's words.

“ What are your terms ? ” You asked him instead, knowing Aeron's eyes on you.

Benji's mouth curved in a smirk, his nose almost brushing yours.

He looked towards your brother, to catch his eye and when he did, he became the man you met on that table years ago for the first time, chiseled jaw, mischievous eyes, beautiful and crazy.

“ Marry me.”

Something dropped and you wondered if it was your heart, but that was just Lord Fester who passed out with wine pouring out on his face, and ofcourse your heart too.

You might still survive the great war.

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The Dragon and The Raven Chapter 9 (Seasmoke)

Chapter Summary: Aemma discovers her mother is letting Dragonseeds start claiming dragons. She and Benjicot fly to Dragonstone. If someone is going to claim her father's dragon, she should try to see the person she thinks is worthy of Seasmoke. As they go to witness the people, Seasmoke decides to surprise them all.

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Aemma and Benji’s relationship slowly started to heal after their fight. Aemma always took the time to assure her husband of how attractive and loving he was towards her. Of course, Benjicot also took the initiative to reciprocate those actions. He missed her so much from their time separate. Every day, he would wake her with a kiss on her brow before getting ready for the day. Per the healer's orders, he would allow the princess to sleep in to ensure the princess would get enough rest to help their babe. 

Aemma was finally introduced to Kermit and Oscar Tully. The Tully brothers were awed by meeting the princess; words that described her beauty were unmatched by the real picture. As they expressed loyalty to her mother, Aemma noticed how the two young men tried but kept failing to ogle her. Benji also saw this, sending a glare to his friends, causing the boys to flush, stammer, apologize, and quickly leave. No one wanted to be the cause of Benjicot’s ire. 

“They are your friends, Ben,” whispered Aemma as she tried to console her husband. 

“Which is worse because they know I do not like it,” stated Benjicot, growing to hate how easily it was for him to get jealous. He knew his wife was gorgeous, and men would always stare, but that never meant he had to like it. 

Aemma sighed, knowing his feelings were valid, “Yes, in your defense, they probably should know better, but in their defense, they have no chance. Why would I want the attention of some other man when I have yours? Why should I care for another person’s attention when you provide all the attention I want? I carry your babe, not theirs, and you are the only one who makes my body and soul burn for you.” 

Feeling devious, she walked closer to her husband, pressing her body to him and whispering to his ear, “You are the only man who can make my thighs ache and wet for your cock. You are the only man who can satisfy a dragon, making her scream and shout your name. This whole camp knows my body belongs to you. Even now, my body wishes you would take me..” 

Aemma gasped as Benji's hungry kiss cut her off. As he raised her in his arms, he walked back into their tent, wishing to show the princess how much her pretty words had affected him. Aemma giggled and sighed, feeling his kisses on her neck; oh, how much she missed this. 

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As Benjicot left a satisfied princess sleeping, he walked towards the training ground, where he found Cregan Stark and his Aunt dueling. Benjicot could not help but notice how much time the two were spending together, wondering if he soon would have to speak with Lord Stark about doweries, knowing that he was technically in charge of any potential marriage regarding his aunt. As the pair noticed the young lord, they stopped and walked towards him. Aly asked for Aemma, to which Benjicot said the princess was sleeping. Aly nodded, stating that she would bathe before checking on her. Aly became very overprotective of the princess since their fight. 

As both men watched Aly Blackwood leave, Cregan glanced at Benjicot. 

“How is Aemma truly?” pondered Cregan as he began to polish his sword, not once removing his eyes from Benjicot. 

“She is getting better; her illness is finally relieved from her. Thank the gods,” stated Benji, feeling slightly nervous after seeing the piercing gaze the Wolf Lord gave to the lord of Raventree Hall.

Cregan nodded, “That’s good; she was looking a little frail, which worried me…” Cregan notices the slight frown on Benjicot’s face. 

He sighed. Hearing from Aly that Benjicot tended to be easily jealous, he needed to clarify before the lad thought anything. 

“I love Aemma as a sister. Jace and she endeared themselves to me when they went to the north, and they often reminded me of my own siblings. Seeing someone so fierce and happy as Aemma to be knocked down over a sudden illness just worried me. She barely had enough time to mourn Prince Lucerys, who I know was close to Aemma; I felt everything was going too fast. Nevertheless, I vouched for you when Jace was adamant not to accept you, so I was worried the “illness” was just an excuse and you two were having troubles.” explained Cregan Stark, trying to see any cracks in Benjicot’s face, but the young lord had a good poker face. 

In reality, on the inside, Benji wanted to scream, his guilt returning to him with the troubles he and Aemma were going through.  Benjicot pondered if he should tell Stark what happened or not. After a while, he decided to give some information, knowing the Stark lord would appreciate it. 

“In truth, we just found out that Aemma is expecting, but many of the foods have so far not sat well with her, so she was feeling frail, which caused more worry once the healer stated that Aemma was at risk of losing the babe. She felt she was failing at her duty, which I had to assure her she was not. Another babe can come if the gods wish to bless us, but the gods can’t give us another Aemma Velayron.” explained Benjioct, staring up at the sky and seeing two dragons dancing in the air, Caraxes and Sliverwing. 

Cregan exhaled as he stood clasping Benji’s arms and clapping him on the back, “Congratulations, but truly, are she and the babe doing better?” 

Benjicot slightly smiled, “Yes, with each day, both are getting stronger, but the healer has asked us not to share anything until her fourth moon, just to be sure. So Please, only you and my aunt know outside of Aemma and me; please don’t share the news until we feel ready.” asked Benjicot, feeling more at ease. 

Cregan nodded, overjoyed that this surrogate sister was having a baby. After dealing with their house losses, Houses Targaryen and Blackwood were receiving a new life. 

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As Aly reached the tent, she was met by a few handmaidens running through it, preparing the princess for the rest of the day. Noticing one holding a letter, Aly went to her, asking if she wanted to give it to the princess, as the maiden nodded and left. Aemma saw Aly and grinned at her, finding how much they enjoyed each other’s company. 

“May I ask the princess what tired her out in the middle of the day to warrant a nap? Hmm?” teased Alysanne, grinning more as she saw Aemma blush and turned away. 

“All I will say is your nephew, and that should be enough,” Aemma said as her handmaiden giggled, finishing putting the princess together. 

Alyssane rolled her eyes but was secretly glad to hear that Ben and Aemma were coming back together like before the whole Aegon debacle. 

While waiting for the last Handmaiden to leave, Aly went to Aemma, looking at the girl leave and placing a hand on the princess’s ever-growing stomach. “How are you both dwelling today?” she whispered. 

Aemma smiled, placing her hand on Aly, “We are doing well. I don’t get as sick anymore, but I crave lemon cakes. But I don’t want to make it too obvious by asking for them. Those were the tall-tale signs in my mother’s pregnancies.” stated Aemma, flushing in embarrassment as Alyssane laughed. 

“Just let me know; Ben and I will sneak all the lemon cakes our princess commands us to take.” 

Aemma laughed, hitting Aly on her shoulder playfully. She was glad to make a friend. Moving to Raventree Hall after the war would be easier. 

Before Aly forgot, she handed Aemma the letter she held in her other hand. Aemma opened the letter, reading that her father wished for her and Benji to speak with him. Frowning, she asked Aly if she could do the favor and asked Benji to meet her at the hall in Harrenhal. Aly worried and asked if everything was fine, but Aemma shrugged, not knowing what her father wanted. 

As Aemma and Benjicot entered, they saw her father sitting at the table, drinking wine and looking at papers before him. Looking up, he saw his daughter and good-son walking hand in hand, better than a few weeks ago when they would barely touch each other. 

“Good afternoon, Kepa . Has something happened? Is mother well?” Aemma questioned her father. 

“Good afternoon, My Sea Dragon, has your ailment finally felt you …hmm?” raised a brow the Rouge Prince, seeing both freeze for a second before relaxing. 

“Yes, it was just the food that wasn’t sitting with me quite right, and with the worries of grandmother, I fear it was all too much too quickly,” smoothly lied Aemma. Her father had no right to judge the events that transpired in her marriage, not when he had his own problems with her mother. 

“You did not answer my second question. Is everything alright in Dragonstone?” pondered Aemma. 

“I received two letters from Dragonstone. Your mother has found a few Dragonseeds willing to claim any unmounted dragons on Dragomount… She only wanted to notify us to keep it looped, but… Your brother Jacaerys sent one as well. He is urging you to come to Dragonstone.” Explained Daemon, seeing Aemma’s face scrunched with confusion. 

“Why does Jace want me back home… I’m sure he could handle the situation regarding the dragon seeds. What could worry him about them and the drag-” Then Aemma paled as she quietly gasped. 

Hearing his wife, Benji quickly turned and steadied her, growing worried, looking back at Daemon. 

Daemon turned to Benji and nodded at the boy, a silent thank you for being there for her. 

“That is why I am asking about your ailment… do you think you are strong enough to ride with your husband to Dragonstone? Jace is asking for you to come, per the chance one of them tries to claim Seasmoke, Leanor’s dragon, that you be there…” explained Daemon, seeing tears pool into Aemma’s eyes. Leanor's disappearance left a hole in Aemma, and knowing someone might take her father’s mount made it seem fair for Aemma to say goodbye to the dragon should it happen. 

Aemma nodded as she left to prepare Sliverwing for the journey. As Benjicot was following when Daemon called out to him. 

“You are going to see another side to my daughter in Dragonstone; Aemma was always known as the kind princess like her grandmother, Queen Aemma, but as I said, dragons are overprotective of things they love. She will be very hostile to any of the people who will try to claim Seasmoke… try to stop her from setting one of them on fire,” stated Daemon as he quietly laughed at his joke. 

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As Aemma and Benjicot arrived, Rhaenyra was shocked to see her daughter’s new appearance. She looked drastically different from when she last saw her; she was practically glowing. She narrowed her eyes… could she… turning to Rhaenys, who glanced and nodded. 

“My pearl, seeing you and your husband away from Harrenhal is a surprise. Is there anything I need to know?” asked Rhaenyra, smiling at her daughter but then frowning at her daughter's hardened look. 

“If you are going to give out dragons so easily, then I think your second eldest should be here to see what kind of people are willing to risk themselves getting killed for a dragon,” stated Aemma as she stared down the people near her mother, all who quickly turned away from the princess’s gaze. 

Aemma's eyes narrowed, and she saw two young men with dark skin, white hair, and brown eyes. She then turned to her grandparents, who would not see her eyes. Benjicot looked at his wife with a smile; Daemon’s statement seemed correct. Rhaenyra sighed as she quickly glared at Jacaerys, looking too smug to see his sister here. Of course, her two eldest children would always team up against their parents when they didn’t get their way. 

“Aemma, my sweet, we need allies, and we have many dragons who are unclaimed; you did not need to come all the way here-” 

“I do when you are planning to give away my father’s dragon! ” quickly replied Aemma, her eyes ignited with fury. Bennji tried to calm her, pressing her back to him and whispering sweet words. Aemma closed her eyes and sighed, letting her husband comfort her. Rhaenyra sent a grateful smile to her good-son, relieved to see them so close again. 

“ I think that Jace and I deserve to see who might claim him… please Mother, grant me this..” pleaded Aemma. 

Rhaenyra nodded, “Alright, we were planning to go in an hour, but if you feel tired..” 

“No, just let my husband and I place our things in my room, and we will meet you in Dragonmount. Jace, help me,” commanded Aemma as she left the room, Benjicot and Jace following her. 

As everyone watched the dragon princess leave, they stared in awe; there they saw was the actual presence of a dragon. 

As the large party arrived in Dragonmount, many dragons seemed to know what would transpire, each leaving their caves, flying in the air, and landing. Almost like they were exhibiting their finest qualities, waiting for someone to try and claim them. A few tried and were chased away, or some tragically passed to claim a dragon. As everything was happening, Aemma stared at Seasmoke, her father’s dragon, who was restless and crying. Aemma’s heart ached. She, too, missed Leanor as much as Seasmoke did, wishing there was a world where Aemma could have had both Leanor and Daemon co-existing and being her fathers. She was selfish, yes, she knew, but she was only human. Benjicot turned his gaze to where his wife was staring, taking a break from the intense setting of people dying and getting maimed in trying to claim a dragon. He was not afraid or disgusted but instead getting bored. 

“Was that your father’s dragon?” asked Benji, noting his wife nodding. 

“Yes, He and I would take Seasmoke and Sliverwing out together. People called us the fog of Dragonstone because of how much we flew together,” explained Aemma as she reminisced about her father. 

Aemma smiled, seeing Seasmoke land nearby, chirping and recognizing the princess. Her excellent mood, although quickly soured when she saw Addam of Hull come… she could care less if he was her grandsire’s bastard; she only cared that he seemed to think of himself worthy of her father’s dragon. Turning sharply at her grandmother, Rhaenys only grimaced and nodded to Aemma, letting her know she was allowing it to happen, making Aemma's nose flared in anger. Benji noticed and pressed her tighter body to him. 

“Calm, sweet girl, don’t stress yourself; it's not good for you and the babe,” whispered Benji as he stared at Addam, trying to pet Seasmoke. 

Seasmoke stared at the young lad, sniffing his scent before the dragon roared angrily, nearly biting the man’s hand off. Addam fell to the ground as everyone gasped in shock. Seasmoke became angrier with the presence near him. Aemma, gasping, not thinking clearly, ran off, trying to calm the dragon. She knew running to a dragon that was not hers was foolish. Rhaenyra gasped, shouting for Aemma to step back. Hearing the shouts from the queen, Benji ran to his wife, capturing her arm as he roughly pulled her back to him; he was not risking losing her. Seasmoke ran towards them and screamed at their faces, causing the two to flinch and close their eyes. Sliverwing, hearing the commotion, landed behind her rider, screeching back at the younger dragon to back off. Everyone was tense, not wanting for the two dragons to fight. They became more nervous when they heard Vermithor growling, not liking his mate so near a male dragon. After a long beat, Seasmoke lowered his head in submission, recognizing Sliverwing and her rider before gazing at Aemma. Aemma stares back at him before shakily raising her hand to him. 

“ Lyikri , Seasmoke, do you remember me?” whispered Aemma as she soothed the male dragon. 

Seasmoke moved his head to the side, staring at the princess, almost looking like he did remember her. Moving slowly closer, he began to sniff her, and then Benjicot, a scent near them, was calling to him. Then he moved lower towards her stomach; he sniffed her stomach. This made Aemma gasp as she and Benji touched her stomach.  Seasmoke then started chirping, nuzzling her stomach, laying in front of her, and continuing to chirp and nuzzle. Everyone who was not Aemma looked at the grey dragon in confusion before Rhaenyra and Rhaenys gasped, both remembering how Syrax and Meleys reacted to their own pregnancies in the past. Rhaenys allowed her tears to flow; it seemed Leanor wanted his future grandchild to have his dragon. 

Rhaenyra smiled, turning to the confused audience, “Seasmoke is no longer available to be claimed.” 

Alynn, confused, turned to the dragon queen and asked, “But I thought one rider was not allowed to have more than one dragon?” 

Addam nodded in agreement, feeling that he was being robbed of a chance to prove himself to Colrys Velayron. 

Rhaenyra smiled, “That’s true. Never has a rider claimed two dragons from what we know, and Aemma is not different, for it wasn’t Princess Aemma who claimed Seassmoke… but the babe in her stomach.’ she explained, tears falling as she stared at her daughter. 

Everyone turned to the princess and her lord husband, trying to see a bump. Corlys could see a slight bump as he grew overjoyed; he was to be a great-grandsire! 

Aemma and Benjicot froze; they weren’t planning on telling anyone yet… but it seemed the gods were not letting them have control over that. Seasmoke was letting them know he had claimed their child. Benji stared at the dragon and then caressed his wife’s slight swelling. His child seemed to be a future dragon rider, a first for House Blackwood.

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A long weekend with the Russells

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"Are you guys doing well back there?", you asked the kids as George drove the four of you up to his parents' house. According to the screen display, you still had a little over an hour until you arrived at George's parents house where you would be staying for the long weekend to enjoy some family time before the season picked up again.

"Does anyone need a bathroom break?", George asked, looking at Olivia and Arthur through the rear view mirror, "I'm fine", Olivia chirped in, "me too, I'm okay", Arthur added.

"You're doing okay, too?", George asked you, hand on your thigh as he drove, "I'm fine. I never want to say it too loud, but I think morning sickness stopped two weeks ago", you added.

"Little one has had enough causing raucous", George whispered, turning his attention back to the road ahead.

"We're nearly there, right, daddy?", Arthur asked as he recognised the streets as the car approached his grandparents' house, "yes, we just turn here and at the end there", George replied as you texted your mother in-law, letting her know to open the big gate so no one had to get out of the car.

"Guys, you're here! Did you have a good trip?", Allison welcomed you into the house, hugging the kids who immediately ran and hugged her legs, "grandma!!", they excitedly said.

"We did, it was fine. There was a little traffic at the end, but we were so close I think it barely bothered us", you said as you greeted Steve, walking inside the house and making sure the kids left their shoes by the door.

"I'm going to take the bags upstairs", George said, kissing your forehead, "I'll be right back", he smiled as you ushered Olivia and Arthur to the bathroom, "Y/N, here, darling, our some slippers on!", Allison offered.

Since Allison and Steve lived on their own again, as every child had now fled the nest, they updated the bedrooms, you and George staying in the guest bedroom with a double bed and the kids occupying the room they had for whenever the grandchildren stayed over.

"Lunch is ready, so when you can come down, we're waiting for you", George's mother called him as he helped you sort out the room for your children, "we'll be down in a little, thanks!".

After eating and helping tidying the kitchen, George took the kids out to the garden, hoping to use up their energy since they spent the whole morning inside a car.

"Is the swing alright, dad?", George questioned, "yes, me and Benjy sorted it out a few weeks ago. It's good as new", he answered, prompting George to take the kids to the renovated swing set.

When he was younger, he didn't spend too much time at home since racing required him to spend a lot of time away, but the times he did spend back home were filled with memories os this swing.

"Is this the old swing you told us about?", Arthur said, unsure of the whole apparatus since he heard stories from when his father and his uncle and aunt were much younger.

"Yes, me and uncle Benjy used to spend a lot of time here with auntie Cara, too! Who wants to go first?", he said as Olivia volunteered.

"It's safe, Arthur, see?", she said as she balanced her body back and forth, making her brother feel a little more comfortable with the whole thing, "I'll share it with you later, okay?".

"Sharing is important", George began, "and the fact that you guys always share is very nice, me and mummy are very proud of you", he said as Arthur picked some flowers from the grass and gave some to Olivia.

"We're siblings, of course we share everything", Arthur said naturally. It was true. For him, even if Olivia picked on his buttons a few times, he wouldn't ever not want to share something with her.

"Would you want to share your things with somebody else?", George tried as the kiss both looked at him like they didn't know what he was on about, "what I means is, would you mind having to share your things with someone else?", he clarified.

The pregnancy news were still between you and George, excluding your doctor. Because the kids could easily spill the news to somebody else and you had been specially careful so the news would stay between the people you wanted to until the doctor considered it was okay.

"I always share with my friends, too. But yesterday I had all the grapes mummy cut up for me because they were really good and I really wanted them", Arthur admitted as Olivia quirked a brow, "I think we could, yes. Even our toys, we share them too", Olivia added.

George seemed satisfied enough with the answers, hoping that when you broke the news they wouldn't have a complete meltdown.

"C'mon, Liv, it's Arthur's turn", George requested gently, the girl hopping off so her brother could have a go.

"What is mummy doing?", your son asked, "she was helping grandma with tonight's dinner when I asked if she wanted to come with us", George offered.

When they arrived back in time to have a quick shower and get ready for family dinner, you and George dressed them in comfortable clothes since it was just close family. Once they started arriving, the kids found their spot on the floor of the living room, playing with toys and colouring books while the adults caught up with eachother.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long!", Cara said as she came up to you for a hug, "we've been busy, but we managed to sort some time out to come up here", you smiled, offering her the little pastries you had been working on with your mother in-law, "these are delicious!".

Excusing yourself from the group, you went to check on the kids, sitting on the sofa and getting a few cuddles from your nieces and nephews, "auntie Y/N!", one of them gasped, "you almost fell asleep while I was showing you my drawing", he said as Arthur snickered, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, you can show me again, please", you offered, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes.

"Darling, do you want some wine? We found your favourite in the shops the other day, Steve bought a couple of bottles", your mother in-law smiled as she stretched her arm to receive your glass when you were all in the dining room, "I don't, thank you for thinking of me, though", you smiled, exchanging a look with George that wasn't missed by his sister.

"I saw that!", Cara pointed out, "what was that?!", she questioned her brother, knowing he would break under her stare.

"Y/N has something to tell you", he quickly offered, passing the ball to your court as you felt everyone's eyes on you.

"This is not how it was supposed to go, but there wasn't a proper plan either, so... we are having a baby!", you announced, unfolding your leggings and letting your small baby bump show.

"Oh my goodness, another baby!", Allison cooed as your children looked at George for confirmation, "you're going to have a little brother, guys!", he said as they ran to hug you baby bump.

"I noticed your tummy was bigger, but I just thought you had a big lunch!", Arthur said, delighting everyone as they laughed, George watching everyone congratulate you before also congratulating him, "congratulations, darling", his mother kissed his cheek.

"We've been a little more careful this time around, did all the tests and in the blood test, the doctor told us were having a little boy", you smiled, kissing the top of your kids' heads as they latched onto your sides.

"Well, we can celebrate with the wine still! Some juice for you, Y/N", Steve poured in your cup.

When it came to bedtime, the kids didn't want to sleep in a separate room from you, and since the bed was big enough, you allowed them to sleep with you and George.

"That's what I'm saying, guys. It doesn't mean mummy is sick, but it means she needs our help more, she won't be able to do all things at once and it's our job to make sure she rests, as well", you heard your husband tell the kids while you brushed your teeth in the en suite bathroom.

"Time for sleep, kids", you said, lying down on the mattress, you and George brushing each of their hairs as they switched off, almost like a button, "they used up all their energy today", George began, "Did you know these two were wondering how they could help you, because they were worried that you are tired. You even fell asleep on the sofa..!", George tried his best to mimick his nephew shocked expression, earning one of your beautiful laughs.

"I love them so much", you sighed, "and I love you", you kissed his lips.

Kissing your forehead, George's hand managed to reach your bump despite the little boy latching on you like a koala and your daughter lying on top of him, drawing random shapes on it, "not as much as I love all of you".

[arcane-vagabond]

Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter One

Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Chapter One

Pairing: Jake "Hangman Seresin x Reader

Summary: Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a notorious leader within the Dagger Gang of the old western territories of the United States. You, a recently orphaned socialite from the eastern seaboard, find yourself swept off to live with your older brother who has set down roots in said western territory. Determined to to make the best of your situation, what will you do when said outlaw sets his sights on you?

Warnings: Language, reader being a tad bougie, flirty Jake, ogling men, use of y/n...I think that's it for this one?

Word Count: 2.95k

A/N: Here it is! Chapter One! I hope you all enjoy reading this! As always, likes and reblogs are very much welcome as I crave validation. And again, this blog is 18+!! You are responsible for your own reading! You can also find this story on AO3 written under arcane_vagabond!

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People bustled about the small town as your carriage passed by. Children ran ahead of their parents, men stumbled out of what could only be the local tavern, and women dressed entirely too scantily waved at anyone who passed by.

Frowning, you sat back in your seat, once again contemplating how you ended up in this situation. Peering out the window, you looked up to see a tall, wooden building painted in a fresh coat of white paint. Blue shutters hugged the windows along the walls, and a wooden sign with your family’s name hung just past the set of stairs. Most importantly, a tall man stood at the base of the steps, grinning from ear to ear.

A grin of your own broke out, and the carriage had barely stopped before you threw the door open and practically flung yourself out and into the arms of the man before you.

“Benji!” You exclaimed with a laugh, hugging your brother tightly. He reciprocated with a chuckle, resting his cheek on top of your head.

“It’s good to see you too, Scout.”

It had been months since you had seen your brother. Benjamin had insisted on moving out west before you in order to get things settled, and you were to stay home and oversee that your family’s heirlooms were shipped safely to your new home. That had been six months ago, and now here he stood before you, still clean shaven, but he had definitely developed a darker complexion during his time in the town of Maverick. Pursing your lips, you look up at him.

“Benjamin, how much time have you spent in the sun these past months?” You scolded. He had the decency to appear ashamed as he ducked his head down, offering you a sheepish smile.

“Longer than you would approve of, I’m sure y/n. But, the house needed seeing to and land was not going to till itself,” he smirked, taking your arm in his and walking up the steps of the building.

“The house?” You inquired with a raise of your eyebrow. Benjamin nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes! Oh, Scout. You’re going to love it! It’s a grand, old thing. The furniture has already been placed, but of course you’re more than welcome to rearrange. I’ve even set aside a small plot by the side of the house for you to garden.”

“You have?” You asked as you walked into the building. A parlor of sorts greeted you with newly made furniture and various pieces of artwork hanging on the walls. A door opened up into the hallway that held, what you assumed, the offices for the firm.

“Oh, Benji,” you breathed, placing a hand over your heart. “Daddy would be so proud of this place.”

Benjamin’s chest puffed up in pride as he led you down the hall and into his office. You passed a woman who came out of the office closest to the door. She was beautiful with her dark hair pulled back and her blue dress perfectly complimenting her complexion. She offered you a smile and then looked expectantly at your brother.

“Benjamin,” she began, “aren’t you going to introduce me?”

“Of course,” chuckled Benjamin. “Y/n, this is Natasha. Natasha, this is my younger sister, y/n.”

“Please, call me Phoenix,” she said, offering you a hand. You took it and gave it a firm shake. “A pleasure, Phoenix.”

“Your brother has been so excited to see you. All he ever does is talk about you! I feel like I’ve already known you for years,” she teased, causing him to look embarrassed. You chuckled and dropped your hand back to your side.

“I know the feeling. He’s gone on and on about the ‘remarkable, young woman who I’ve had the great pleasure of taking on as my new secretary.’”

“Must you two tease me so?” Benjamin groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“I have work I need to return to anyway,” laughed Phoenix, already turning to head back to the entrance. “Don’t be a stranger now, y/n.”

“She seems nice,” you said to your brother once Phoenix had rounded the corner. Putting a hand on your back, Benjamin guided you into his office, taking the chair opposite you as you both sat down.

“She certainly keeps things interesting around here,” he laughed. You scoffed, thinking back to your earlier conversation with your driver.

“As if things need to be more interesting around here,” you muttered. Benjamin gave you a perplexed look, and you sighed.

“I know all about that…Dagger Gang, Benji. Outlaws running about? Honestly, I don’t know how I let you talk me into coming here.”

“The Daggers are nothing to be concerned about,” he started, stopping when you shot him a skeptical look. Sighing, he continued, “They don’t usually cause trouble for those in town. Maverick has a sort of…truce with them.”

“Usually?” You questioned, still not convinced.

“There have been the odd occasions,” he stated slowly, seeming to pick his words carefully. “Usually when the odd person in town picks a fight or one of them gets too rowdy at the tavern. It’s nothing to concern yourself with, Scout. Really.”

“If you say so,” you relented, dropping the subject and looking out the window. Benjamin sighed in relief, and the pair of you sat in silence for a moment.

“I really am glad you’re here, Scout,” he said softly. Turning to meet your brother’s gaze, you saw the familiar fondness in them that you had missed the past six months. Benjamin was eight years your senior, and had declared himself as your protector from the second you were born. He had been one of the many constants in your life, and now he seemed to be the only one left.

Sighing, you replied, “You’ll have a lot more convincing to do in order to make me decided that this was a good idea.”

Benjamin cracked a smile, and placed his feet on his desk, leaning further back in his chair.

“I’m willing to do that,” he grinned.

“Get your feet off the desk, Benji,” you scowled. “We’re still civilized even if we’re living in the middle of nowhere.”

Ignoring you, Benjamin reached down to open a drawer, pulling out a packet of paper. Dropping the large stack onto the desk with a loud bang, he looked back up at you with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“I’d love nothing more than for you to keep me company, Scout, but I still have paperwork I need to do before I’m finished for the day. If you’d like, you can sit here while I get it done, or you can get acquainted with the town you’ll be calling home.”

“Without an escort?” You spluttered, eyes widening in shock. Benjamin let out a hearty laugh, his head falling back as his shoulders shook.

“Welcome to the west, baby sister.”

You walked slowly down the dirt road that ran through the center of the bustling town. Each building was painted a different, bright color which made it easier to distinguish which business was which. A group of young boys suddenly ran in front of you, nearly knocking you to the ground. Stumbling back a few steps, you managed to regain your footing as the boys shouted an apology back at you from over their shoulders. Looking after them with a bemused look on your face, you felt a chill run up your spine as you hear a low chuckle from the porch of one of the buildings. Glancing up, you saw two older men leering at you. Both missing several teeth and covered in layers of dirt, you suppressed a shudder as one of them gives you a gummy grin. Smiling politely, you quickly made your way down the road.

The sun had started to set, and a chill settled in the air. A stark contrast from the heat of that morning. Slowing to a stop, you watched as several men went around lighting the lanterns outside of their businesses and along the streets. At least some things were reminiscent of home.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the large figure walk up behind you. You jumped when said large figure bumps into your back. You spun around to come face to face with a beautiful, buckskin stallion. Placing a hand on your chest and letting out a sigh of relief, you gave a halfhearted glare to the horse before you.

“You scared me,” you griped, earning an ear flick from the stallion. Turning to face the creature fully, you placed your hand gently on its snout, stroking lightly.

“My, aren’t you a pretty thing?” You cooed. The horse swung his head up and down as if nodding in agreement. You giggled, moving your hand to stroke his neck as he nuzzled into your hand.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have anything for you,” you laughed, earning another ear flick. You wondered how long he had been left out here. The reins attached to his bridle were tied around a post along with three other horses who paid you no mind. Humming, you look into his eyes.

“You know,” you began thoughtfully, “it wasn’t even my idea to move here. I left all of my friends back in Baltimore. I would go to parties in the evening and go for a stroll in the park the next day. There’s none of that here, I’m sure. What even is there to do?”

The horse moved closer, pushing his head into your arms.

“Perhaps you’ll be my friend,” you mused. The horse lets out a snort and you laugh out a breath, smiling softly. Your father had loved horses, and he had made sure to pass on that love to his children. Many happy memories were made riding along the countryside of your family’s country home.

“You’re right,” you relented, “I doubt I’ll be seeing much of you after tonight.”

You continued to stroke the horse’s neck, murmuring soft praises as the large beast seemed to bask in the attention.

“Well, darlin’. There must be something special about you, huh?” Came a male voice from behind you. You whipped around just as a sturdy body leans against the post. He was unbelievably handsome. Gold hair complimented golden skin, and green eyes held twinkles of mirth and mischief with a smirk to match. He wore a simple, white cotton shirt with a brown vest and wool pants. His boots and the blue bandana tied around his neck looked a little worse for wear. You blink as you realize that you’ve been staring for longer than would be deemed appropriate.

“I’m sorry?” You questioned, still caught in a daze at the beautiful man before you. You didn’t even think men like him existed in this part of the world. The man gestured to the horse you were still cuddled up by.

“Whiskey here doesn’t warm up to just anyone,” he grinned, resting a hand next to yours. “In fact, he doesn’t like much of anyone accept me.”

You didn’t answer, not sure how to respond. Instead, you turned your attention back to Whiskey who was attempting to nibble at the strands of hair that had fallen out of your updo. Giggling lightly, you pushed the horse away and take a half step back.

The man took a half step closer to you, the grin having given way to a salacious smirk. “I haven’t seen you ‘round these parts before. You new in town?”

“Yes,” you answered politely. “I just arrived here.”

“Figured,” he chuckled. “I would have remembered seeing someone as pretty as you walkin’ around.”

You blushed, suddenly unable to maintain eye contact. This seemed to embolden the stranger.

“So, sugar,” he started, “how much for your debut?”

You looked at him with eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

Chuckling, he continued. “How much is it going to cost me to have you in my bed for the hour?”

Surely you had misheard him.

“I beg your pardon?”

“C’mon, honey. It’ll be worth your while,” he smirked, running his eyes up and down your form. “Promise it’ll be good for you too. Hell, I’ll even pay for the night.”

You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, and in a most completely undignified manner, you began to splutter, trying to maintain your sense of calm while feeling a red hot wave of rage overtake you.

“How dare you!” You shrieked. You saw the smirk on the stranger’s face falter. Good.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?”

“The matter,” you seethed, “is that you have just assumed that I am some woman of ill repute, sir.”

He paused, studying you. “Well, I just figured since you were dressed up so pretty, it must have been to draw in customers.”

“I’m not a whore!” You shouted, drawing looks from passersby. The man held up his hands in surrender. In any other situation it would have been almost comical how frightened he seemed of you considering how he towered over you.

“My sincerest apologies, miss,” he offered, trying to hold back a grin. You turned to walk back towards your brother’s firm with a scowl. Stopping, you peered over your shoulder, fixing the stranger with another glare.

“I would advise you, Mr…?”

“Seresin. Jake Seresin.”

“Mr. Seresin,” you breathed. “I would advise you to not make such horrible assumptions next time you come across a woman you don’t know.”

You didn’t wait for his response as you continued walking. You hadn’t made it ten steps before a shadow blocks the last remaining rays of the sun from your field of view.

“What are you doing, Mr. Seresin?”

“Call me Jake,” he smirked. You frowned up at him, stopping in your tracks to face him.

“I most certainly will not,” you huffed. “Now answer my question.”

Jake stared at you for what felt like entirely too long, and you started to fidget under his gaze.

“Well, since I accidentally insulted you,” he cocked his head at your glare, “I figured the least I could do is walk you to wherever it is you’re going.”

“While I appreciate the gesture,” you said with gritted teeth and a polite smile, “that is entirely unnecessary.”

“Nonsense,” Jake chirped, “what kind of gentleman would I be if I allowed a beautiful young lady to walk around unescorted through town?”

You gave him a dubious look which only caused the smirk on his face to grow into a full blown grin. Huffing once more, you turned back towards the path and began walking. Jake slid up to your side smoothly and offered you his arm. You scoffed at him, and he raised his eyebrows. Scowling, you took his arm and tried your damndest to ignore the obnoxious grin on your companion’s face. It took you only minutes to arrive back at the firm, and you turned to face Jake who glanced from the firm back to you.

“The lawyer?” he questioned, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Yes,” you stated simply, stepping away from him to put some distance between the two of you. Jake crossed his arms and stared up at the building.

“You come here to join your fiancé?” He asked, tone even and face still unreadable.

Surely he wasn’t... “Are you jealous, Mr. Seresin?”

Jake looked at you then, jaw set and green eyes ablaze. “Answer the question, darlin’.”

You shook your head. “No. I’m not even engaged. Benjamin is my brother.”

He seemed to relax at that. He gave you another look that you couldn’t quite place before shifting back to his now familiar smirk.

“I don’t think I got the pleasure of your name, sugar.”

“I highly doubt you’ll need it,” you stated simply. He raised an eyebrow.

“And why is that?”

“Because I don’t believe our paths will cross again, Jake,” you said, lips curling in a small smile.

“Ah, that’s no fair, darlin’. All I want to know is your name,” he grinned, leaning in so close that you could feel his breath fan across your face. Your own breath catches as you locked eyes with him.

“Just my name?” You whispered. He nods.

“Just your name.”

At that moment, your brother and Phoenix chose to walk out the door, stopping in their tracks at the sight before them.

“Scout?” Benjamin said hesitantly at the same time Phoenix said your name. Jake’s eyes shifted to the pair, and that smirk settled on his face once more. His eyes flickered back to you as he leaned away and you found that you were able to breathe normally once again.

“Y/n, huh?” he chuckled. Then he cocked his head and gave you a mirthful look. “Or is it Scout?”

“It’s neither to you,” you scowled, causing him to let out another laugh.

Benjamin walked quickly down the steps and down to your side where he leveled Jake with a stare.

“How can we be of service, Hangman?” he asked tensely, and you looked up at him with a puzzled expression. Hangman? But that was the name of…

Your head whipped back around to look at Jake who just grinned at your brother before shooting you a wink.

“Just escorting your sister back to your door, Benjamin. Wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea, would we?” He grinned, not taking his eyes off of you. Benjamin stiffened beside you.

“Yes, well,” he began, “thank you, Hangman. It’s greatly appreciated.”

“Anytime,” replied Jake, already turning to walk back. He gave you another wink. “I’ll be seeing you around then, Scout.”

And with that, he turned on his heels and walked away. The three of you watched him walk away in silence. What on earth had just happened?

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Try Me Part 1/6

Here we go! Get ready for coach Ruben 😆

Summary - Reader is a very passionate football player and Ruben is her new and equally passionate football coach. However, the two of them can't seem to get along.

Enjoy!

"Pass the ball!"

You were flying, that was the feeling.

"Come on Y/N, pass me the ball I'm open!"

Your touch on the ball was magic, you were flying down the field. Your teammates couldn't keep up.

"Y/N!" The coach yelled. "Pass her the fucking ball!" Or he wasn't really your coach, but his assistant. He often used words like "fucking and bloody, followed by another set of curse words in another language." He was nearly your age only a few years older. It was hard to take anything he said seriously.

"She shoots, she scores!" You said and so you did, celebrating your magnificent goal with a tumble of cartwheels. It was the game winner, setting your team up for a great start in the summer cup group stage.

In midst of celebrating the victory with your team, you were suprised to be pulled aside by coach, or not really coach, Ruben was his name.

"What the hell was that?"

"What?"

"That!" He pointed to the goal where you just scored the goal of your life, however, instead looking impressed his face boiled with rage.

"Oh that. It was the game winner coach." Compared to your teammates you called him coach, but in a way that he knew that you were mocking him.

"Yeah, well, if you pull that shit again you can kiss the bench, because that's the only place I'll be putting you if you wanna play for my team."

"You can't bench me." You frowned. "I'm the best player on the squad."

"Unless you get rid of that bad attitude of yours, I'll do whatever I want with you."

"I bet you like it though?" You challengend, your face in his face.

He raised his brow in suprise.

"I found your profile on Tinder, cute pics by the way. A bit inappropriate, but cute."

He worked his jaw, probably fighting the urge to lose his composure with you, his trainee.

It wasn't you who found his Tinder profile. All the girls had a laugh about it in the locker room the other day. You held the phone though, while you're teammates begged for you to swipe right.

"Fuck it." He snorted. "I'm benching your ass the next game."

"You can't speak to me like that!"

"Well, I just did!"

He turned his back on you and walked away, leaving you stranded on the football field.

You longed for a shower once you got home. However the hot water was out, probably because your six year old step sister was splashing away in the tub. The water was cold when you pulled her out.

"Dad?" You entered the kitchen, Mimi in your arms, wrapped up in a towel. Your dad and his friends sat around the table playing cards, a cloud of cigarette smoke hovering above their heads.

"Dad?" He hadn't heard you the first time, the second time made him turn his head.

"Y/N, you're home. Great!" The cigarette stump bounced between his lips when he talked. "Go down to the corner shop will you, get me and Bubby a pack of Camel Blue. And how about some crisps for the beer? We've got guests coming over later."

"Dad, for how long did you leave Mimi in the tub?" You said, ignoring his request.

He frowned. "I didn't leave Mimi in no tub. She probably climbed in there herself, like she always do my good furniture. Ain't that right my sweet  Mimi?"

"Yes!" She happily exclaimed. She loved it when he called her that, sweet Mimi. You used to be sweet Y/N when you were the youngest. Now you were just the forgotten middle child, Mimi's babysitter.

"Let's get you cleaned up." You said,  drying her wet nose with the towel.

"Don't forget about the cigaretts!" Your dad called after you.

You and Mimi shared rooms whilst the others had their own. You had two older brothers, all with the same father but different mother's. Or, it was only you with a different mother. Mimi, Benji and Charles all shared the same parents. Right around when the boys were ten and fourteen their dad would go on to cheat on their mother with your mother, their next door neighbor. You all grew up around the same estate, until your mother passed away with cancer and you had to move in with them. Their mother eventually bailed too, but not because of cancer, she just hated your dad, leaving Benji, Charles and sweet Mimi behind.

"Daddy's friends are coming" Mimi said. You finished putting lotion on her body, moving on to her drawer to pull out a dress for her to wear.

"Yes." You nodded. "They're coming over tonight. But we'll stay in the room and watch Princess and the frog like we always do, okay?"

"Okay. I just don't like it when they shout."

You pulled the dress over her head, kissing the top of it. "Me neither Mimi, me neither."

After dinner you had Mimi come with you to the corner shop. It was not a good idea for her to be alone when your dad's friends came over.

"Can I have a lolly?" She asked.

"Just the one." You let her choose which ever flavour she liked.

"Y/N! How is football going?" Amin asked. He was the owner of the corner shop. Him and his family lived a floor below yours.

"It's going good. Our team is the top of our group. Hopefully we'll win it going on to the next round."

"Rember our deal." He smiled. "If your team makes it to the summer cup final, I'll bet good money on you to score and share the cut with you."

"How can I forget." You laughed. You needed that money to by new football cleats for the upcoming season.

"Bye Amin! Say hello to your wife from me."

"I will, have a good night girls."

"Thanks for the lolly!" Mimi pulled the candy from her mouth, waving it in the air.

You locked yourself in your bedroom once you got home. You let your computer rest on top of your bed whilst you climbed in to lay with Mimi in hers. There you lay watching Princess and The Frog, putting the movie on repeat until Mimi fell asleep. It wasn't difficult to ignore the drunken laughter happening outside the door.  Occasionally someone would pull the handle and give Mimi a fright. But you had taught her to laugh at the muffled up curse words of whichever alcholic got it wrong on their way to the bathroom.

It wasn't ideal, but it was your life. Football made it better though, football made your life worth living.

You pulled out your phone, careful not to wake up Mimi whose limp body lay beside you. You opened up Tinder, suprised to be notified about a message from your latest match.

It was Ruben, sending you a winking smiley face.

You slapped your hand against your mouth, smothering your astonished gasped. The fake profile your teammates made must have really caught his eye, because there he was, in your DM's. You thought about earlier today, muttering "No one puts me on the bench."

Your heart raised, typing out the message, a message Ruben was going to regret answering, if he was bold enough. It read:

I like guys with big eggplants. Do you have a big eggplant? 😘

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West - Part II

Time moves slow

It's been a year, it's been forever, it's been a day, he feels as if he could walk down to the station right this moment and Peter would be there waiting on the platform to say goodbye. He closes his eyes, and sees Peter smiling at him, feels the hands on his shoulders and the warm kiss on his forehead. And then it blurs, he can't remember the last thing Peter said to him, he can't remember if they hugged or shook hands last, he'd told Peter he loved him, hadn't he?

When half of your heart has yet to come home

He hears the whistle of a train through the open classroom window, and it comes back like a flash, Peter leaning out of the carriage to wave, and something snapping, Ed's heart tearing out of his chest, words spilling out in a wild cry, carrying over the sound of wheels turning and steam hissing and steel track shifting. "I love you! I love you, Pete! Please! Don't forget! Don't die! I love you!"

He had run after the train, run to the edge of the platform, where he was forced to stop, but his heart hadn't, and he'd listened for a long time till he was sure he could hear nothing more.

Every minute's adding up

I miss you, Ed. It's like losing a limb, I've found. I can do without you, but nothing is the same and everything's harder. Remember Acamus—how he complained for years afterward, always grumbling about needing another hand?

And leaving a mark on us

There are scars on the back of Ed’s hand, where one of the falcons had grabbed him, and they weren't there a year ago, Peter hasn't seen those, and how many scars does Peter have now? How many places where the skin had mended imperfectly? How many marks Edmund does not know the origin of?

He wonders sometimes.

I can't get you out of my mind

They aren't on the list Mother gave him, but he buys carrots at the green grocers, the short fat ones Peter likes, and doesn't remember till he's halfway home.

I can't get you out of my mind

"Hullo, Ed," calls Benjy from down the street. "How's tricks?"

"Oh, Peter's alright," Ed says, swinging around with a smile, squinting in the sun. "Getting sent to Palastine for a bit; says that should be interesting."

I can't get you out of my mind

He has a whole book of maps of Palestine and the Middle East from Professor Kirke— maps from the time of Abraham, to the conquest of Joshua, to the time of Jesus—and he writes: Tell us all about Jerusalem, if you get there.

I solemnly swear

I'm not going to tell you to remember anything this time, brother. Just know that I feel your pain, and grieve Hans's death as deeply as you. He was a faithful friend to you, and I was always grateful to know he had your back. I'm here, at home, sitting at our desk, and there's a summer thunderstorm banging around outside, though the rain on the roof sounds nice. I'm safe, I promise.

I swear that I'll never try

"Is Peter still over there?" Colin asks when they meet on the platform in a crowd of school boys, and there's a weight, a weariness in Edmund's clipped reply: "Yes. Why?"

The younger boy hesitates, before: "Well, I rather wish he'd come back so you'd be happy again."

We'll be just fine

He aces his School Cert, he's sure, though he won't know until the end of term what his marks actually were. But Master Walsh looks very pleased the day after, and tells him, "Keeping up the family name, I dare say."

Ed glows inside as he goes down to supper.

We'll be just fine

Rags and Tarek are fast friends now, and I can see she'll be in a good hands whenever I leave. She sleeps with him, on his mat under my cot. I've tried to make him sleep with the cook, since he is on kitchen duty, but he refuses, and I won't let him be chained or locked up. He's such a good kid otherwise, nobody really minds. When he's not on KP, he follows me everywhere, like a shadow. Tarek, though. It means 'morning star'.

We'll be just fine

Took Rose out for a gallop all the way up to the tor. Sun was out and made it warm, and with a few late heather blooming, the moor was quite beautiful. Took a lunch and a hymn book; went over my tenor parts and the solo for choir. Sounds boring when I write it out like that, but I know you like to hear that sort of thing.

I know that we will

He does not cry on the second Christmas without Peter. He stands in church with his arm around Lucy, and they sing loud and clear and triumphant, Then tolled the bells, more loud and deep / God is not dead, nor doth He sleep. He laughs at Susan's stories from the hospital over Christmas dinner, and listens to Eustace breathing across the room as they fall asleep.

Somewhere out there on a dusty military base, Peter is falling asleep in his cot, and thinking of home.

We'll be just fine

The lines march across the maps, week in, week out. Pushing further and further toward and into Germany. He marks with a pencil and a steady hand. Places the one pin with the little lion head flag squarely in Belgium.

A sense of excitement builds in the boys who cluster round that wall of the Sixth Form common room, an air of hope, a taste of victory.

We'll be just fine

He kneels by his bed, letter cupped in his hands, and his lips move but no sound comes, as his heart reaches for the aching one that bleeds through in ink. Peter marches head on into the maw of the dragon, and Edmund can only beg the Lion of Judah to go ahead of him.

It's a matter of time

The chapel bells ring wild and clamorous, and the courtyard is flooded with boys doing their best to imitate them. In the middle of the unrestrained celebration, Edmund Pevensie pauses, stands still, looks up to search the May sky. He smiles, tired and worn and battlescarred, recalling victory cheers of years past, the rattle of swords on shields and the cheerful yowls of the big cats. He remembers the longing to ride home again. He remembers standing above Cair Paravel's gate, and seeing the white unicorn spring forward into a gallop.

He gets tackled into the dirt by Colin and Fred and Pat, and then he's laughing with the rest of them.

Till our compass stands still

He stands on the platform, hands in his pockets, quite still, hat pulled low in the summer drizzle. But his eyes keep moving, scanning, searching, face after face, skipping from one to another, and finding no satisfaction. Until... just dismounting the first carriage, tall, clean shaven, officer's uniform, hat in his hand, rain in his golden-brown hair, blue eyes all weary and laughing that lock onto Edmund's, go wide with startled light.

They are magnets, drawn together through the crowd, and he knows Peter is shouting, but Ed has no breath as he is wrapped in his brother's embrace, crushed against the broad chest of his king, his captain, his best friend in all the wide worlds. He clings to Peter, and weeps for a long time.

Till our compass stands still

The maps are forgotten in the dark, and he traces no lines, measures no distance, for the great heart beats against his spine, and the warm breath brushes the back of his neck, and they will sleep safe together tonight. He is here, and Peter is here.

They are home.

[atgvnpoint]

a low hum muffled by his mask was made. " and if he's your number one. where do i fit in your little fantasy world hot stuff ? " he asked curiously again. it was interesting the rest of the things that came from benji's mouth. " good choice , very good. nothing like true love and doing everything to protect the one you love. you'd kill for too, even better answer. never think it's a lame answer. while that is a great answer, you know he wouldn't want you to leave your friends and family. he already feels some way about that. " he said waving his knife around in the air , casually pointing at the other. some spoke with their hands and devil ghostface spoke with his knife.

" are you certain you don't need anyone but him ? you know he's a jealous man and angry too. " the masked figure spoke. " what love his brother ? still got lingering feelings or is that old news. and yes this is a trick question, answer wisely. " he said getting up from the chair pushing it with his boot behind him , the chair hit the door of their bedroom. devil ghostface stood there staring at the other with tentatively.

For   a   split   second,   Benji   smirked   at   the   masked   man   and   shrugged   a   bit.   ❝I'd   say   you   are   something   more   than   number   two?   Number   two   sounds   so   rude,   I'd   rather   say   you   are   my   guilty   pleasure,   my   dirty   little   secret.❞   If   he   was   really   honest,   then   Benji   had   to   admit   that   he   wasn't   even   sure   if   the   things   he   said   were   appropriate.   Maybe   not,   but   he   also   couldn't   think   properly   anymore.   Ludovic   was   not   there   right   now   and   even   though   Benji   was   certain   that   Devil   Ghostface   wouldn't   kill   him,   there   was   the   possibility   that   he   would   hurt   Benji   when   he   doesn't   like   an   answer.   No   matter   what,   Benji   was   smart   enough   not   to   provoke   the   man   with   the   knife   because   that   thing   looked   rather   painful.   Blue   eyes   followed   the   cloaked   figure's   movements   but   he   also   flinched   at   the   noise   the   chair   made   as   it   was   kicked   away.

❝I   know,   I   know   he   doesn't   want   me   to   be   all   alone.   But   I   mean,   if   this   is   the   only   way   I   will   do   it   in   case   we   have   to   run   away   from   authorities   or   anything   like   that.   Though   I'm   very   sure   about   what   I   said.   His   jealousy   and   anger   can   be   quite   hot,   so   I   don't   mind   it,❞   Benji   answered   truthfully.   He   didn't   move   an   inch,   not   even   after   hearing   the   question   he   never   wanted   to   hear   again.   Why   was   Amaru   a   topic   again?  

Suddenly,   his   heart   started   racing   and   the   other's   yelled   words   rang   in   his   ears   again.   You   are   dead   to   me.   Benji   couldn't   forget   about   that   one   sentence.   Even   his   nightmares   still   revolved   around   that   one   sentence   at   times.   And   Benji   knew   that   Ludovic   knew.   So   what   was   he   supposed   to   do   now?   Lying?   Did   a   lie   make   sense   when   it   was   so   obvious   that   Ludovic   could   see   through   all   his   lies?   Why   should   Devil   Ghostface   be   any   different?   What   Benji   learned   so   far   was   that   this   side   of   his   husband   hated   lies   even   more.   Maybe   saying   the   wrong   thing   now   will   earn   him   a   stab   with   the   knife.   Silence   fell   over   Benji   which   probably   lasted   a   little   too   long   but   he   wanted   to   figure   out   which   words   were   appropriate.   ❝It's   not   easy   to   explain,❞   he   finally   said   as   he   broke   the   silence.   ❝He   left   and   took   that   little   piece   of   my   heart   for   him   with   him.   Time   will   heal   the   wound   in   my   heart.   It   was   foolish   that   this   even   happened.   But   it   didn't   heal   just   yet.   There   is   pain.   That's   all   I   feel   when   I   think   about   his   brother.   I   remember   the   words   he   yelled   at   me   and   it   hurts   even   though   it   was   never   an   option   for   me   to   leave   my   husband.   So   about   your   question...is   it   old   news?   Not   yet.   Is   it   love?   No,   not   like   that   anymore.   It's   more...Pain,   love   sickness   maybe   that   explains   it.❞   It   almost   was   like   pouring   his   heart   out   right   now.   Benji   tried   to   forget   that   his   husband   was   behind   the   mask   but   that   Devil   Ghostface   was   just   a   stranger   he   happened   to   meet   before.   It   was   easier   to   talk   truthfully   like   that.   ❝And   I   know   that   it   eats   away   my   husband   at   times.   It   would   eat   me   away   as   well   when   I   was   in   his   situation.   But   my   heart   truly   lies   with   my   husband.   It   always   did.   No   matter   how   much   his   brother   seems   like   he   is   good   for   me,   that   his   love   for   me   is   true   and   that   he'd   treat   me   well.   My   heart   truly   lies   with   my   husband   and   everything   will   draw   me   back   to   him   eventually.❞   Benji   took   another   deep   breath   before   he   continued:   ❝But   trust   me,   it   doesn't   feel   good.   Knowing   how   much   pain   I   caused   both,   it   doesn't   feel   good.   When   all   I   wanted   was   for   both   to   be   happy   and   smiling.   It   didn't   work,   of   course,   but   as   you   see,   I   chose   my   husband   and   I   don't   regret   it.   I   hope...I   hope   you   see   that   I   was   honest.   It's   not   easy   for   me   to   talk   about   that.❞ // @inscnityclub

[autistic-writer-angel]

OCtober Day 29

Prompt: Mirror

Words: 516

Canon to my other stories: Yes

Additional notes: Takes place during Rise and Fall. It's something I kind of glossed over, but now, I can cover it in a little more detail.

Unfortunately, this is the last good one.

Credit to @apromptingwewillgo for the prompts.

Mirror

“There!” Peso announced with a flourish. He took Angel’s hand and guided her over to the mirror. “Take a look!”

Angel obliged. Peso had cut off a lot of her hair because it had become too matted on the island for anybody to deal with. The human girl had once had a fear of getting her hair cut. (She could blame Benji for that. When she was little, her brother had pointed to the red and white striped barbershop poles and told her that the red represented blood.) Luckily, it wasn’t too bad. It hurt a little when Peso pulled, but the medic was very gentle.

After the haircut, Peso had given her a bath, washing her hair and her body for her. That was embarrassing enough, barely knowing him, but the fact that he was a penguin made it even weirder!

Now that the only outfit she had- which wasn’t even hers!- had been washed while Peso bathed her and she was dressed again, he wanted her to see how she looked.

Only, Angel couldn’t see how she looked. A stranger blocked her view. Sure, this stranger had the same blue-grey eyes with the streak of brown in the right eye she had. They also had the same freckled face and the same nose she’d inherited from her father. Even the hair colour was right… However, it was far too short. Hers came just past her shoulders while this stranger’s only reached her chin. And the eyes may have been the same colour, but they had too much sadness in them.

Is that really me standing here? Angel wondered, studying the reflection in the mirror. It had to be, but it just couldn’t be. She didn’t feel like herself and she certainly didn’t look like herself, with this short hair and in a brown shirt and a pink skirt, borrowed from Dashi.

And she definitely didn’t feel like herself when she was on board an underwater ship with anthropomorphic animals, still hurting from the loss of her parents, siblings and home.

“What do you think?” Peso questioned, seeing as she’d been silent for a few minutes.

The ten-year-old sighed. She didn’t want to offend Peso. She knew he was just trying to help and she certainly appreciated all that he’d done for her. It was just… She wasn’t sure what it was. Nothing seemed right anymore.

“It’s nice”, she managed. It wasn’t a lie; she did like it. Although, if you’d actually heard her response, you wouldn’t have known it.

Luckily, the penguin was very understanding. He knew how she was feeling, even if she couldn’t explain it.

“I’m glad you like it.” He smiled at her.

“I look very different”, she commented dejectedly.

Peso felt sorry for her. She’d only been on the Octopod for a week and a half. In that short time, she’d been dealt with more different than any human could handle in a lifetime.

“Don’t worry. Your hair will grow back”, he promised her. He tugged at her hand. “Now, let’s get you back to the sickbay.”

[heartofspells]

Hi ❤️✌️

May I inquire further about 'you'?

Of course you can! I think you're going to like this one (if i ever manage to finish it; we're staring down a very endless-looking barrel here help)

For those that have seen the Netflix show and are in The Know, yes it's based off that. If you haven't seen it...no big deal! I've changed things anyhow! But it's all very stalker Remus, trying to be good Remus, desperately in love (obsessed) Remus a la Joe Goldberg. And then we've got Sirius, who is perfect and flawless and can do no wrong whatsoever (lies) a la Love Quinn (you know, with the family and the money and the working for a living and the SUPER co-dependent relationship with her brother (James)). There is stalking (duh) and spying and Inner Monologues and manipulation and Murder along with Creative Body Disposal.

Not everyone's cup of tea, but for those that are interested, I cannot WAIT to share it. This is becoming my new baby (co-parented by @narcissa-black-supermacy because she said so).

"Worst decision of my life," remarks Benjy, working his crossword again, but he smiles, and Remus is forced to admit that it lightens him. For the first time, Remus feels like he's catching a small glimpse of what Sirius sees in the other man, his friend, there by his side, filled with a deeply ingrained camaraderie built from years of a forming and solidifying relationship, no matter what infatuations might stand directly behind its walls.

Sirius huffs out a laugh. "And if I ever believe that, I'll eat my right foot. I'll even carve your name into it."

"Oh, well," murmurs Benjy, eyes flickering up to Sirius, "I was going to say that's going overboard, but if you're going to brand me with your name, by all means."

And just like that, so instantly it twists his stomach, Remus is restraining himself from ripping Benjy's lips from his mouth as it spreads into a leading smirk. Sourness bubbles inside of him as Sirius continues talking, not acknowledging the expression on his friend's face, Remus no longer hearing his words.

You'd like that, wouldn't you? Having him branded into your skin, or better yet, you branded into him so that everyone will know he's yours. You're just sick enough to do it, too. You'd look down your nose at anyone else who even thought of doing such a thing, but you'd carve those letters into his flesh, tattoo him in the empty spaces he still has, but I won't let you. He's mine, Fenwick, and he's perfect as he is. I wouldn't need the proof of claim to know that, and I'd never worry about anyone else taking him from me. He'll never want to leave me, whereas you'd bore him to tears in no less than three hours.

"…and Reg was always adamant about it, no matter how well he convinced everyone else to the contrary, so I count that as a win in the book of Black." Sirius is still speaking, jostling Remus from his thoughts as he shifts in his chair, gaze sliding over Remus, his mouth quirking upwards. "You just did it again," he announces. "What is that, the drifting? You're like James. He's got focus problems, too, but his is a bit different. He doesn't tune out; just jumps when you're not expecting it. Bit jarring until you get used to it."

Oh, great. Potter again. So much for escaping him, but at least he's apparently missing lunch this afternoon. It's better than nothing, and I'll take what I can get.

[abbatoirablaze]

The Understudies, Season 1, Chapter 9

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings:  mentions of abuse, tough relationships, arguments, fighting, mentions of blood, manipulation, medical situations. 

“I heard a rumor that you think you’re just ordinary.”

The memory echoed inside of Allison’s mind as her sister’s eyes glazed over and she looked like she was going to pass out.  Grace took a step away from her, while she leaned into Pogo.  Reginald looked at Vanya with contempt.

“Father?”

“Very good, number three!” he said firmly, not daring to look at her.  Instead he chose to look at Pogo, “Pogo, take number three back upstairs and have her play with her siblings.”

“Come now, Miss Allison,” Pogo urged quickly, looking to the young Hargreeves child, “Lets allow your sister to get the rest that she needs.”

“But Pogo…”

“We’ll come and visit Miss. Vanya later, Miss. Allison.”

Reginald didn’t bother correcting Pogo as the Simeon led the child back down the elongated hallway and towards the elevators with Grace. 

When he turned back after hearing the doors shut, he was face to face with another one of the siblings.  She was glaring at him.

“What are you doing down here, number eight?”

“Vanya is special too…isn’t she?”

“That is not any of your concer-“

“Brianna saw her!” she said quickly, cutting the patriarch of the family off, “Brianna saw you practicing with her in the foyer just last week before she got sick.”

“You need to return upstairs number eight.  This is not a place for children.”

“You’re afraid of her, aren’t you?” she teased, “it’s because you can’t control her…”

Reginald reached forward, quickly slapping the young girl, knocking her to the floor, “you need to leave, number eight.  The things that are going on down here are none of your concern, and you need not stick your nose in business where it does not belong.  Am I understood?”

The young girl looked up at her father in disdain, blood trickling from the corner of her lip.  Reginald turned back and closed the door on number seven, who was peacefully sleeping on the bed in it’s middle. 

“When you get back upstairs you will not utter a word of this to your siblings…is that understood?”

She didn’t answer, and the older man picked her up until she stood in place, “do you want to be separated from your sister?”

Dani shook her head, and he smiled, “then you will keep quiet about this…is that understood.”

“Ye-yes sir.”

Brianna felt sick to her stomach while her brothers argued, “Allison is in trouble, okay?  She wanted me to go with her, but-“

“You know where she is?”

“Mom’s been trying to tell you the whole time!” Benji growled, “but none of you idiots are listening to her.”

“Well alright, Lassie where is she?”

“You’re being an ass, Uncle Klaus!”

“Something’s wrong…she should be back by now,” Brianna said nervously, “you-you guys need to check on her.  I’ll go check Vanya’s apartment again and-“

The memory flashed back in her head as she saw Allison laying flat on the gurney, her pulse barely there as Grace held enough pressure to it to slow the bleeding. 

“Oh god…Allison.”

“Miss. Brianna you need to focus!” Pogo said firmly.

Allison’s hand reached out and gripped her sisters.  Tears filled her eyes as she felt like she was watching the life slip from her eyes, “There’s been a severe laceration to the larynx…I can stop the bleeding but she’ll need to have a blood transfusion…and I’ll need it now.  Grace, prepare the necessary tools.  Benji, grab the suture kit stuff.  It should be in the lower left drawer.”

All at once it felt like the guys were arguing who was going to give her their blood. 

“I’m doing it!” Luthor proclaimed over Diego, Klaus, and Five.  He started pushing his way towards Grace and began rolling up his sleeves, “mom-“

“I’m afraid that’s impossible dear boy,” Pogo said solemnly as he held his place at the entrance to the room, “Your blood is more compatible with mine than your sisters.  She’d reject it instantly.”

He looked to Brianna, and she nodded, “He’s right, Luthor…I’m sorry.”

“Hey…don’t sweat it big guy!” Klaus said quickly, stepping forward and tapping on his veins, “I got this.  I love needles.”

“Master Klaus…How should I say this?” Pogo asked delicately, “you blood…well…it’s too polluted for Miss. Allison to make use of.”

“Five?” She asked gently, “Diego?”

Diego pushed past his brothers looking at Briana as he started to tug at his sleeves, “I got this!”

Grace turned, holding the syringe that she was going to use on him, and as soon as he’d seen it, his eyes widened and he whimpered, before falling to the ground like a pile of bricks.

“Yep,” Brianna sighed, looking at her former boyfriend with a shake of her head, “that tracks?”

“Is he for real, mom?”

“Oh yeah,” Five nodded, “Diego has a fear of needles…I forgot about that.”

“Stick him!” Pogo said quickly.

“On it,” Brianna agreed, grabbing the needle from Grace, “Luthor…go get another gurney.  Sleeping beauty here will pass out at least one more time once he sees the needle or the IV attached to his arm.”

“Got it!” Luthor said quickly, running out of the room.

“Benji…baby.  I need you to do me a favor,” Brianna said quickly once he handed off the suture kit, “I’m going to need you to trust me…do you remember how I taught you to stitch someone up?”

“You’re not really going to have your kid do it, are you?”

Brianna looked at five, “there’s something that none of you know about Benji…”

“Mom…is it really safe?”

“Sweetie…mommy needs you to trust her…your…help is the only thing that will be quick enough.  I need you to use it.”

“His help?”

But before any of the other siblings could question it, tentacles were quickly coming from the young boys stomach, and Klaus and Five’s eyes went wide.  The tentacles went to work, four of them coming to life and quickly stitching up Allison’s neck.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“He-he’s like Ben!” Klaus said, looking at the young boy in disbelief. 

His eyes went to that of his brother’s ghostly form.  Ben’s jaw had dropped and he too seemed to be in shock while the youngster stitched up his aunt.

“Brianna…when did he-“

“Not now, Five,” she growled, finishing up the transfusion that would link Diego to Allison.  Five’s eyes met hers, and she too was hooking herself up, “Baby, you’re doing so good.”

“Done!” the little boy exclaimed, the suture kit clattering to the floor as his tentacles retracted, “mom I-what are you doing?”

“Your Aunt Allison lost a lot of blood!” she said quickly, “and Uncle Diego can’t be the only one to give her blood or he’ll be hurt too.”

“But mom-“

“It’s okay, baby…”

Allison looked at Brianna, “you know about the room…don’t you…”

She bit her lip and nodded, the pen tucked between her fingertips as she looked at the note pad ‘how do you you know?’

“Dani told me about it when we were kids…”

Allison rolled her eyes and Brianna sighed, ‘Vanya there?’

She nodded, “Luthor…he…he got Vanya…she came to see you…”

Her eyes widened, ‘Vanya’s alive?’

“Yes…I-I told Benji to keep an eye on them to make sure nothing happened to her…but I’m scared for her,” she admitted nervously, “if she’s remembering what it’s like to have her powers…she-she’s going to be scared…and them locking her up isn’t going to help any”

‘Take me there.’

Brianna nodded, helping Allison up from her gurney.  Together the two sisters made their way to the elevator that they both vaguely remembered.  Each of them for different reasons. 

For Brianna, it was where she first met Dot.  It was the room that her father revealed what he truly was.  But for Allison it was a vague nightmare of the time she was forced to use her powers against one of her siblings for the first time.

“Whatever happens down there…we have to help Vanya!” Brianna said quietly, looking at Allison.  She gave her a tight-lipped look and nodded her head, “Allison I’m serious.  Vanya is our sister…and we know how the boys can be.”

She nodded once more as the doors opened.  Klaus had managed stop Brianna halfway down the hall, “you don’t want to see this, Brianna.”

“Klaus…”

“Mom…he’s right…” Brianna looked to her son, and he had a face that could only be described as pure sadness.  She wrapped her arms tightly around her son and he started to cry against her chest, “she’s dangerous, mom…you guys can’t let her out…”

“Allison, what are you doing down here?” Luthor asked loudly.  Your eyes snapped up as he was only focused on Allison, “you should be in bed.”

She was quick to write down the original goal. 

‘let her go.’

But Luthor only shook his head, “I can’t do that, Allison.  She hurt you.”

‘My fault!”

She started to push past him, but he held out his arm, stopping her, “I’m sorry but she’s staying put.”

She went to push past him again, but he held out his other arm, blocking her from the door while Diego left the area, choosing to keep Brianna at bay.

“Diego…Klaus…she’s our sister.”

“She’s dangerous, Brianna…”

“You guys thought Dot was dangerous too.”

“She is…”

“Diego.”

Diego sucked on his teeth, looking away from the woman that he loved. Instead his gaze focused on the young boy that resembled one of his brothers.  And suddenly the side of his head began to ache a little, a reminder of the battle he’d had with him at one point in time.

“Mom…please…”

“Your father wouldn’t stand for them locking her up!” she told her son softly.

“We need to trust them, mom….please…”

Her jaw tightened, and she allowed Klaus and Diego to turn her around while Allison pounded on Luthor’s chest, angry that he wasn’t listening to her.

Chapter 10

[offbeatmusicuk]

Albums Of 2023: 25-1

Part one of this list (numbers 50-26) is here:

The countdown continues:

25.

DJ Rap "Dark Glitter"

Exclusively released as an NFT, not many people got to hear Rap's first full length of new material since 2010. And while I rather hate the release method, I wasn't going to miss out on a new album from Charissa Saverio. And it's a genre jumping affair. Yes, there's plenty of drum & bass as expected, but also some downtempo breaks, house, dubstep, even pop. With some orchestral flourishes, rock riffs, jazzy elements, skittery beats. All good stuff.

24.

Bored Lord "Name It"

Oakland's Bored Lord has dived into the late 80's and early 90s dance scenes for a load of sounds of rave - breaks, drum & bass, house and more - to create an album which is both fresh and incredibly retro.

23.

Therapy? "Hard Cold Fire"

Northern Irish rock legends Therapy? release their 14th full length, and it's arguably their strongest collection in nearly two decades. It doesn't re-invent the wheel, but does what they do, and does it well.

22.

Saint Agnes "BLOODSUCKERS"

The bluesy rock of their debut is replaced by fury, energy and riffs more akin to Rage Aganst The Machine than to The White Stripes. The title track kicks of proceedings, and what a way to begin. One of the tunes of the year, and it is nearly impossible to sit still for the three and a half minutes it pummels your ear drums. It certainly getting the adrenaline pumping. Nothing that follows quite matches its awesomeness, but every track is very worthwhile.

21.

Orbital "Optical Delusion"

Dance legends Orbital bring us their 10th album. Some new classics nestle among the tracklist, among some new sounds for them, and some quirky oddities, but it's all undeniably the work of the Hartnoll brothers.

20.

Skindred "Smile"

The Welsh raggae metal titans prove with their 8th album that you can play the long game in this industry and still keep growing. This was very nearly their first UK number 1 album, and lost out at the last only on streams (it was the biggest selling album of the week), and it was paired with the announcement of their biggest ever headline show at Wembley Arena. Granted 'single' "L.O.V.E (Smile Please)" almost sounds like an attempt to break through to the mainstream, with it's crazy, catchy, pop reggae vibes and uplifting chorus. And it seems to have worked. But older fans need not worry, for there are plenty of crunchy guitars and pounding drums to create much moshpit madness, along with plenty of powerful and melodic vocal turns from Benji Webbe.

19.

Emma Hewitt "Ghost Of The Light"

While probably best known for lending her incredible, angelic vocals to many a trance floor filler, her solo stuff is more dark, electronic pop. Sophisticated, atmospheric and catchy, beautiful hooks aplenty. This album has more 80s synthpop influences than her 2012 debut, but still maintains the ethereal magic.

18.

Delain "Dark Waters"

I'll be honest, when all of the members of Delain, except founder Martijn Westerholt, left the band at the same time, something didn't feel right and I instinctively sided with Charlotte Wessels and co. Charlotte being the vocalist on every one of their previous albums, and, to me, as vital to the band as Martijn (even though there has been a bit of a revolving door of other members). I wasn't even sure I wanted the newly built version of Delain to succeed. But naturally I was curious. And of course, they've produced a brilliant album. Excellently delivered symphonic metal from start to finish, with some stunning melodies. If you liked them before, you'll like them now.

17.

Coach Party "Killjoy"

Brilliant debut album from the Isle Of Wight indie rockers. The way they skip between ethereal melodic numbers and spiky, punky rockers is quite reminiscent of Wolf Alice, but there are some chirpier and moodier efforts on here too. Fab stuff.

16.

Duncan Forbes "Return Of The Strobelight Kid"

One half of 90s progressive house pioneers Spooky, Duncan Forbes delivers his debut solo album. The beats range from 2-Step, to house, to techno, to old school breakbeats, over absorbing widescreen soundscapes.

15.

Superlove "follow:noise"

Second album from this noise-pop trio. Jaunty, upbeat, catchy rock songs, with slightly off-kilter, unexpected song construction, some electronic moments, and plenty of absolutely huge, chunky riffs.

14.

Turtle "Landmass"

An ode to the Scottish countryside with which Turtle surrounds himself, full of glorious beatless ambience, to mellow breakbeat, pumping four to the floor, haunting samples and string sections that will bring you to tears. A beautiful album to chill out to and get lost in. One of the rare occasions I recommend the digital version of an album, as the vinyl oddly omits some of the best tracks.

13.

Nicholson "Carpe Diem"

Hard trance legend Carl Nicholson, unleashes what is apparently his final trance artist album, and it's a fabulous journey through the genre. Uplifting, euphoric, hard, and acid led, with some huge goosebump moments.

12.

Public Service Broadcasting "This New Noise"

Initially recorded live at the Royal Albert Hall with the BBC Symphony Orchestra and Jules Buckley for the 2022 BBC Proms, and newly remixed for the album release (oddly there is a version with crowd noise and a version without, the latter feeling like a studio album), it's an enthralling, interesting ode to radio for the centenary of the BBC. And while PSB's instrumentation and choice of samples is excellent, it is the orchestra that lifts this to the epic heights it reaches.

11.

RAM "Wanderlust"

There is a run of 5 tracks in the middle of this album, that is absolute peak, modern, euphoric trance. Huge leads, stunning vocal melodies and performances, wonderful atmospheres and pounding beats. The other half of the album isn't bad at all, either. I recommend searching out the mixed version of the album (sadly this isn't the version on the CD). The unmixed version is all edits and the tracks don't get to breathe properly. Sometimes there isn't a huge difference in the track length, but it makes all the difference in the album flow. But as an example, the magnificent "Echoes" with Roxanne Emery is over twice as long.

10.

Black Honey "A Fistful Of Peaches"

The first and second Black Honey albums just missed out on the Offbeat Top 10's of their years (11 & 12 respectively in 2018 & 2021), and their third here has just, very deservedly, made it in. Their songcraft keeps getting stronger, and they keep subtly mixing up their styles. There are some true indie-rock classics here.

9.

Trance Wax "Open Up The Night"

The second album from Belfast-based Trance Wax (known as Gary to his mum) is another fantastic affair for lovers of the genre. The tracks here cover much of the varied spectrum of trance, plus a bit of breaks, drum & bass and house thrown in for good measure. Classics aplenty.

8.

Hot Milk "A Call To The Void"

Are Hot Milk a rock band with a penchant for a catchy pop hook, or a pop band with a knack for a chunky guitar riff. I'd say yes to both. Either way, the tracks here both provide singalong earworms, and plenty of moshpit fuel, and along the way some nifty electronic production, and even some goosebump inducing orchestration.

7.

Ad Infinitum "Chapter III - Downfall"

The Swiss symphonic metal quartet fronted by the magnificent Melissa Bonny were honing their craft over their first 2 rather good albums, but with this, their third, they have hit their stride. It is fantastic. The melodies, riffs and hooks are all on point. All killer, no filler.

6.

DMA's "How Many Dreams?"

Britpop influenced indie (jangly sing along anthems, string laden slow cuts), with a healthy dose of electronic atmospheres and pumping beats, combined with huge choruses, evokes a charming, warm euphoria.

5.

anamē "Beautiful World"

A gorgeous album of progressive house soundscapes, with some breakbeat wonders and a few trance influences in there too. Add to that some incredible guest vocals from Lydmor, Bien and more, and you have a beautiful album to float away with.

4.

Within Temptation "Bleed Out"

After a couple of slightly disappointing albums (when compared to their earlier work), Within Temptation make a staggering return to form on their 8th long player. Their heaviest album since their debut, including some incredible djent style riffs (no gentle ballads on this one), but there is no shortage of their trademark epicness, symphonic stylings and huge choruses. Not to mention the incredible voice of Sharon den Adel front and centre as always. Up there with the best they've ever done.

3.

Enter Shikari "A Kiss For The Whole World"

An incredible run of consistantly brilliant albums (to me their debut was good, interesting and showed a lot of potential, every one since has been brilliant), and with their 7th, Shikari have possibly produced their most accessible one to date (evidenced by it being their first UK number 1?). But that doesn't mean it's not 100% an Enter Shikari album, with it's constant flow, yet genre hopping all over the place. One of the most exciting, original and special bands in the world right now.

2.

Poppy "Zig"

It is almost impossible to classify Poppy as an artist, such is the variety of styles she has released in her decade long career. You can mostly classify each project though, and she has released albums and EPs of bubblegum pop, electro pop, instrumental ambient, metal, industrial, punk, 90's style alternative rock & grunge, but now with "Zig" she has delivered her masterpiece (so far). It is mostly dark electronic music but with plenty of pop leanings and catchy hooks, elements of industrial, trip-hop, drum & bass, rock & metal. Yes, the songwriting is excellent, interesting and full of ear worms. Yes, Poppy's vocals are on point, both light and seductive in turns. But the crucial part of the album for me is the phenominal production by Ali Payami. So many incredible noises and sounds that engulf, captivate and excite.

I love lots of new music, but it's quite rare that an album and artist causes the excitement and interest that lots of music did when I was a teen. This year, there were two. And yes, Poppy was very much considered for the number 1 spot. She possibly would have been in many other years. But.....

1.

Conquer Divide "Slow Burn"

The fact that there is too much screaming for my taste, or a couple of brief uses of that omnipotent 2010's pop vocal effect that I'd always question the use of, has not stopped this otherwise gargantuan album rising to the top of the pile and eclipsing the majority of the competition. Describing it as a mix of hard rock and metalcore, just doesn't do it justice to quite how epic it sounds. It soars! Magnificent guitar work from Izzy Johnson and primary songwriter Kristen Sturgis, and rhythmic brilliance from Janel Duarte on bass and Sam Landa on drums, and some excellent production and elctronic touches, all backing for Janel's afforementioned screams, and the incredible singing and clean vocals from Kia Castillo. What a voice. What melodies she delivers, what goosebumps occur.

Aside from my niggly complaints at the start, I have only one other negative to say towards this album, and it's nothing to do with what is present, rather what is missing. Comback singles "Chemicals" and "Messy" were utterly fantastic tracks that definitely deserved to be on this album, they were the ones that got me excited for this album (my thoughts on their previous album were positive, but nowhere near this positive) and their presence would have made this album even better!

In the 8 years between their self titled debut album and this, their 2nd, Conquer Divide have morphed from a solid and enjoyable metalcore band, to one of the most impressive and exciting bands on the planet. With the potential to be even greater! In the meantime I sit wondering how this record, with it's huge "why are they not hits?" anthems "The INVISIBLE", "Paralyzed" & "N E W H E A V E N", hasn't already got them headlining arenas across the globe.

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Playlists:

Spotify 50-1 (though missing number 25 as DJ Rap's album is not on Spotify)

YouTube 50-1 (though number 25 is only a short clip as DJ Rap's Dark Glitter is not on YouTube). These are different tracks to the Spotify one.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLSWMYBJKcPo0pslrvNoeTMS-kTaAkhEXD

[boonandbash]

Benjiman Fujisaki

Do they like their name?:Never thought about it but he’s alright with it

Nicknames: Benji, he’s also called Zombie

Age?:16 highschool

How old do they appear?: By his height, 17-18 but y'know he’s only a year younger

Birthday: December 7th

Eye color?: Axel makes them appear maroon and blue but his original eye color is brown

Glasses?: Only for the style

Weight/build: bean poll and a small bit toned

Height?: 5’9(175.26 cm)

Skin type?: sunkissed when put into the effort but can go pale when tired

Hair color/length: chin length and he dyed it blue, originally a reddish brown though

Taste in clothes: he dresses like a hobo, unless axels in control you are dealing with a feral raccoon (aka won’t wear pants)

Healthy?: depends, usually pretty healthy until needed to activate quirk then his heart stops beating at a normal pace(going extremely slow)

Music:(https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ofUCcX3Qj0Ublmo5DzQCR?si=agB449UlTha0N49xlSmT6w)

Daredevil: considering Axel is like venom and keeps benji alive, he’s very reckless it gets to the point where even Axel can’t fix it sometimes

Are they the same alone: talks to axel a lot but other than that he sleeps in his free time

Good habits: Hygiene is on point and remembers to sleep at a healthy time

Bad habits: self destructive as well as explosive anger

Hobbies: water coloring and playing LOZ over and over again

Family situation?: loves them with all his heart, Axel tolerates them

Friend situation: treats them like family and is very welcoming

Deepest fear: Axel taking over when he’s sleeping and he murders everyone in a hunger haze

Worst that could happen to them?:

being left alone again with axle for too long, silence makes him anxious

Favorite thing: Brownies no not weed brownies just nicely made brownies that melt in your mouth

Roll model: his Momma (yes he’s a momma's boy)

What would break them: seeing his little brother mark + his mom dead by his own hands or someone he trusted.

Best/worst thing in his life: best thing is definitely the fact he can function as a healthy human and worst would be that he can’t remember his life from 5-7 those memories are gone

What are they reluctant to tell people?:

He was quirkless before Axel and would’ve rather stayed that way

Opinion on intimate/ romantic relationships: cool awesome Thumbs up from benji

Major flaws:

Self destruction (and I mean the whole sha-bang, tearing up papers scratching his arms breaking stuff and even ruining his voice from screaming) plus facial dysmorphia

How does he feel about himself?: he doesn’t remember, and thinking about it makes his head hurt

Selfish,selfless: would sacrifice himself but know that he has to take care of himself as well, his family comes first though

How does the way the character try to be different from how they actually act:

Benji tries to ignore the ability that axel heightens his senses a lot more so he can hear everything at a dogs hearing and see a lot but if you mean by personality he drains himself completely of energy by the end of the day (the people pleaser life)

Now questions answered by Benji!

What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten: sandstone with ants on it, axel force fed it to me when I was hungry. Humans can not eat anything with nutrients regardless if it would solve the problem

Hogwarts?: between a Hufflepuff and a Ravenclaw, bff is defo Luna for acceptance, Harry angers me as a protagonist, no love interest too Id get distracted by magic,

Ever bullied or have anyone afraid of you?: No I’ve never bullied but dark shadow seems to avoid me

Ever given away something expensive for free and do you regret it: I gave Mark my Pokémon cards because he got interested in it. I don’t regret it the way his face lit up is something I will love forever

Do you donate?: I would but I’m incredibly broke due to schooling and medication bills

What would you haunt as a ghost?: I would be the kind of ghost that mildly cleans for my brother Mark but if he’s a ghost with me then probably Mount Rushmore

Ever do something dumb/cool and acted like it was on purpose/accident.: there was this one time where I was cornered by some druggies and I ended up scaling the wall with my main torso towards them and my arms to the wall. That was by accident I just stuck to the wall! It wasn’t my fault I did take credit for it every time I tell the story though

If you could drink something for the rest of your life with no negative affect what would it be?

Shirley temples I can’t drink alcohol with my slowly deteriorating liver so definitely that.

Garden stuff?

I like cantaloupe and carrots but I think I would have a swamp other than a garden, y'know cat tails and moss.

Do you have any beliefs?:

I say dear god I’m sorry when I’m about to do something stupid and stuff but axel says that deity(s) are silly since why do you need to know what happens before you. Looking backwards does more bad than good

Motivation?:

Being a hero was all I could think to do with such a destructive power. If Axle is satisfied with hurting villains and destroying property than I can keep everyone safe

Who were you raised to be?: no idea I just kind of came into existence and my mom was proud and happy of it no matter what I became to be

How do you feel about yourself?

I exist to spite whatever allowed Axel to exist and hubris I guess it does effect how I treat him and others by simply making them worry but know Better than nothing

How do you feel about things you can’t control?: absolutely terrified next question

Can you use Chopsticks?

uh embarrassing to admit since I’ve used them before the amber(or so I’m told) but I can never use them again it’s so difficult

What do you do when you can’t sleep?

I watch cartoons that I enjoy like adventure time and Steven universe

What order do you wash in?

Weird flex but okay and whatever container I look at first ig so my hair and then everything else or it’s my teeth

Buying impulsively?

I buy keychain stuffed animals or just small one I have a few shoe boxes filled with them

Coffee order?

I can’t drink coffee, Axel rejects it and makes me throw it up once it gets in my stomach. It was not fun to figure that out all nighter with Mina.

Whatsapps did you get on your phone?

Tind- no I’m kidding I have tumblr, Snapchat and YouTube and like 7 different puzzle games

You like kids?

Sometimes it literally depends on whether or not they like me but I do tend to be sweet to them

What do you watch when you're bored?

I rewatch ATLAB, a lot

Where are you from?

Hosu city:

INFJ-T

(I have more just not very proud of them)

[themovieblogonline]

"Relative" Has Last Theater Screening at Wrigley Alamo Drafthouse

Chicago filmmaker Michael Glover Smith, (awarded the Gene Siskel Film Center’s Star Filmmaker Award in 2017), has written and directed four feature films since 2015. The film “Relative” was screened at Wrigleyville’s new Alamo Drafthouse Cinema in Chicago on May 22nd for what may possibly be the last theatrical showing. However, negotiations are underway for a streaming deal that could take place as soon as this summer. The film will be a good one for serious film buffs. It is well-acted and thoughtful and the music and editing contribute to the overall excellent production. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ou5te4HCkOA I enjoyed the film, not only because Smith is a talented writer/director, but because the characters were much more relatable, to me, than films exclusively dealing with millennials and Generation X. Yes, the obligatory same-sex relationship was included (de rigeur these days) and there aren’t a lot of plot twists and surprises, but the cast is excellent and, as another famous filmmaker once said, “The cast is everything. You get that right, and your film will be successful.” Relative Writer/Director Smith told the audience in the Q&A following the film, “I wanted to stretch myself as a writer in depicting a family. I wanted to depict older characters. My first three scripts were about younger people.” He went on to say that this was the largest cast he had assembled, his biggest ensemble. “To me, the cast was everything. They had that chemistry. They found it instantly. It was the best experience I’ve ever had.” Relative was also well-received by the public, and, on its opening night, was the 23rd highest-grossing film nationwide. When asked about preparation amongst the cast for the film, zoom calls between characters were mentioned, and Clare Cooney said, “I’m allergic to preparation.” The consensus seemed to be that if you do something too many times,  spontaneity dies. Since Relative was cast in 2019, just as the pandemic was beginning, the accomplishment(s) of the cast members who spent 16 days in the historic house, shooting their scenes, become even more praiseworthy. As far as instructing his actors, Smith said, “I really like giving the actors a whole lot of freedom.” This echoes directors such as Brian DePalma, who told RogerEbert.com’s Matt Seitz, “But you have to be very patient and loving with your actors, because they’re putting everything on the line, and you have to try to get everything out of the way to not hurt their performances or distract them.” THE GOOD The cast that Smith (and Producer Clare Cooney) assembled for Relative was, indeed, very good. “Twin Peaks” alumna Wendy Robie (who portrayed Nadine Hurley, complete with eye patch) portrays sixty-something matriarch, Karen Frank.  Steppenwolf theater actor Francis Guinan is her husband, David Frank. They are the parents to four offspring, who are gathering to celebrate the graduation of the tag-along child, Benjy (Cameron Scott Roberts of “The Walking Dead,” “Chicago Fire,” and “Ben Is Back.”) Benji---the “happy accident”---was eight when his older siblings were all away at college. In my own family unit, my firstborn was a freshman in college when his sister was born, 19 years later, so I can relate to the “surprise” element of family formation. (Our family motto: “Every 20 years, whether you need to or not.”) The Franks' oldest son Rod (Keith D. Gallagher) is an unemployed 34-year-old who moved back into his parents’ basement after his wife Sarah (Heather Chrisler), a webcam performer at a sex site, divorced him and took custody of their young son. Rod is also a veteran who suffers from PTSD, although younger brother Benjy doubts that Rod’s psychic pain is real. Rod shares with Benjy that having his father refer to him as “a fungus” at one point was very demoralizing. The father/son bond certainly seems strained to the point of incivility---especially when it comes out during the gathering that the parents might sell the house, which makes Rod wonder, “What about me?” Tensions mount at the graduation party for Benji, which only amplifies Rod's feelings of failure and David's resentment of him for living in his parent’s basement and delaying their mother’s retirement. However, there are signs of detente as the film progresses. Daughter Evonne (Clare Cooney) comes into town from Madison, Wisconsin with her girlfriend Lucia (Melissa DuPrey), a Black woman, and their mixed-race daughter Emma (Arielle Gonzalez). Clare Cooney, who portrays Evonne, flew in all the way from Cannes, where she was participating in the Cannes Film Festival.  I hope Cooney’s excellent short “Runner” was part of that historic film festival’s offerings. It was one of the most impressive shorts at the Windy City Film Festival the year my own script was in the running in a different category. Clare Cooney---who both acts, writes, directs, and, in this case, produces (and casts)—is a very talented filmmaker. Another sister, Norma (Emily Lape), has driven in from Bettendorf, Iowa (where I had a business from 1985 to 2003). Smith told us during the Q&A that Norma represents the “normal” family member, hence her name. Norma talks openly to her parents about her perception that the family is disintegrating. The line that applies is William Butler Yeats’ “Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.” Or, as Smith has re-phrased that, “The more things change, the more they stay the same. Only, they don’t. “ (“I used to think that things would always be like that.”) All of Relative’s actors were superb. The characters they portray from Smith's script are multi-faceted and complex. For a film fan older than 30, it was nice to see Mom and Dad portrayed so well and to see the interactions of the four siblings. Writer/Director Smith shared that he considered Benjy, who is graduating and going on to a career as a cartographer for Google, to be “a selfish little prick.” I thought Benjy was rather harsh in his early judgment of his older brother, Rod, and certainly, his desire to pick up a cute blonde girl from Iceland  (rather than attend his own graduation celebration) was selfish and lacking in gratitude. But Benjy seemed as though he might join Norma in the “normal” category with the passing of time. Relative had many worthwhile observations:  the sadness of the “empty nest;” it’s hard to go home it’s /it’s hard to leave home, nothing stays the same; death as sub-text. Mom Karen’s explanation of why she married David, rather than another suitor, was spot-on when Karen says that fierce loyalty beats all hell out of madly in love. Karen, the matriarch, talks about marital success as “just keep putting one foot in front of the other.” These observations spoke to me, because I’ve lived those truths. I enjoyed having an “adult film” that showed thought and did so with wit, as when the couple talks about their now adult children and comments that they haven’t done such a bad job. (“At least none of them became a Republican.”) THE BAD One point of contention, coming from someone who has been reviewing films since 1970---(author of “It Came from the 70s: From The Godfather to Apocalypse Now”):   I'm taking issue with Writer/Director Smith’s statement regarding characterization versus plot in a story. His exact words: “As a filmmaker, I’m all character. I don’t give a f*** about story.” I definitely agree that characterization is very, very important. But so is something happening in the story. If audiences feel that the plot has been too static, they may leave the theater disappointed. The people who mentioned to the director that they expected Norma to have a car accident on her way home were waiting for that “something” to happen. If all films eliminate the “something happening,” fickle filmgoers may leave the theater whining that "nothing happened." It's conditioning from generations of viewing prior films, incorrect though the statement may be upon examination of Relative's story arc. I do agree that a lot is shown happening as a “lead-up” to something that is going to be climactic. I expected that to be the matriarch (Wendy Robie) telling the kids that either she or her spouse had cancer and only “x” months to live.  That didn't happen. If there is no plot twist of that sort, the final scene on the porch, with the characters smoking cigarillos and brother Rod actually smiling, might as well be the fitting finale of the film. Instead, it's Norma driving back to Iowa to resume "normal" life, which was possibly the director's intent. Patient film aficionados will be well-served by "Relative," but the Marvel crowd may not appreciate it. Now I will look forward to more films from Relative's Michael Glover Smith.  I hope he will at least consider upping the plot game for more average movie buffs who DO want to see “something happen,” but also want to have a deep dive into character. I suspect that films that “don’t give a f*** about plot” might have difficulty finding financing. Alienating the ticket-buying public is not any filmmaker's goal, as that way lies disaster for future films. This film was a success on many levels. Making four films in just 8 years (and this one during a pandemic) is remarkable, and so is this film. Read the full article

[phoebepheebsphibs]

"...Say that again?" Lee-Lee's voice says through the tinny speaker.

"Merging see!" Misa repeats. "Mikey is here!"

"What the -- hold on..."

There is noise from the other end of the call before a new voice chimes in.

"Misa? Is that you?" Leon's little brother asks.

"Hi, Mikey!" Misa screeches excitedly.

Kitty Mikey thinks she's calling for him and he comes traipsing over.

"No no, not you! The other Mikey!"

"Misa, what's going on?" The Mikey on the phone asks. "Who are you talking to?"

"A Mikey," Misa tries to explain. "He lost. Misa looking for family for him! Can Lee-Lee come help?"

"Uuhhhh, sure, I guess...? Just lemme ask --"

Mikey's voice cuts off as he turns to yell a question. There's more yelling as the other voices discuss it.

"Yeah, Leo can come over! Do you just want him, though?"

"Brothers can come, too!" Misa giggles. "Have a big Misa sleepover party!"

"Oki doki," the phone Mikey replies. "I'll call and ask if DvD and 'Phael can come over, too! See you soon!"

"Bye, bye!" Misa says, ending the call with a big smooch.

The kitty Mikey churrs by her side, tilting his head as he wonders what the call was for.

"Don' worry," she says, cupping her hands over his round face. "My brothers will be here soon! They'll help you find your brothers, too! They're very good at finding."

Kitty Mikey purrs with a soft yawn.

"Are you sweepy?"

He nods, nuzzling her hands.

"Okay... Well, dis is Misa's room, but if you wanna, you can sleep in here!"

Kitty Mikey looks around and crawls over to the pile of stuffed animals. He slithers in underneath them, his tail sticking out before he turns around and peeks his face through.

"You like my stuff aminals?" Misa asks.

Kitty Mikey chirps, a sweet but shrill note. He presses his beak into a few of the stuffies before letting out a long and satisfied purr.

"You wanna sweep there?"

He nods again, another purr.

"Okay," Misa says, going to get a blanket for him. "My stuffies are really nice, they'll like you a lot! Even Benji Baboon, and he's a grumper-lumpus."

Misa drapes the blanket over the heap of plushies. She hears Mikey make yet another purr.

"Do you wan'a bedtime story?" Misa asks.

She can't see his face anymore, but she hears a chirp from inside the toy fort. It sounds like a 'yes'. Misa runs to the bookshelf and grabs a book. She can't read, but she loves making up stories from the illustrations. She picks Beauty and the Beast, rushes back to Mikey, opens the book, and starts flipping through the pages.

"So, once de-pon de time, there was this rilly pwetty girl called Booty --" Misa pauses for a snicker. "But that just meant she was very very pwetty. And, and! She lived in this boring old village where people were rilly rude. And she wished she could live wif the nicer people. So one day her daddy leaves, and..."

Misa continues to tell her own rendition of the fairy tale, going on and on and on to add new facts and plotlines as it grows.

She doesn't realize that Kitty Mikey fell asleep after the first page.

Artemisia continues to storytell for quite some time before she hears the sound of a rushing wind and four voices calling her name.

Misa hops up from her seat and runs out to meet them.

"Hello, brothers!" she cheers, jumping up and clinging onto Lee-Lee, nearly knocking him over.

"Hey, Misa," he responds, helping to pull her up from his leg and onto his hip. "It's been a while. So, what was the phone call about? Why did you want us to come?"

"Merging see!" she repeats. "A Mikey merging see!"

"She means emergency," 'Phael explains, stepping closer to rub her head in greeting.

"A Mikey emergency?" Michelangelo asks, tilting his head to the side in confusion. "But Misa, I'm fine!"

"No, not dat Mikey!" Misa argues, wriggling out of Leon's hold and back onto the floor. "Kitty Mikey!"

"Kitty Mikey?" DvD wonders aloud. "What are you talking about --"

Misa grabs Leon's pant legs and tugs him towards her bedroom. The boys follow her in, confused and hoping for an explanation. Misa directs them to her pile of stuffies, and starts digging through them.

"Misa, what's a 'kitty Mikey'?" Leon asks, kneeling down beside her as she sifts through the plush dolls and teddy bears.

"New brother," Misa explains. "He got rained-ed on. Misa saves him! But Kitty Mikey lost, so Misa helps find him's family again!"

"But why do you call him Kitty -- WHOAH!" Leon yelps as he reels back, finally seeing what it was that Misa was trying to uncover.

"Leon? What? What is it?" 'Phael asks, leaning over them all to peek.

"Is that... Is that Mikey?" Leon whispers, crawling on his hands and feet to look at the sleeping figure on the floor.

The Kitty Mikey murmurs in his sleep, curling up a bit more and clinging onto a turtle stuffie in his sleep.

"But... what the heck happened to him?"

What happens next???? 👀👀👀

It's a dark and stormy evening.

You've just settled down for the night, when you hear something scratching at your door. It's probably just the wind.

The scratching continues.

Maybe it's the neighbor's dog?

You open the door and see this weird-looking wet cat whimpering in the rain.

It looks lost...

What do you do?

Misa stared at this new friend shaped person. Was that her brother? She wasn’t sure but she of all turtles knew what it was like to be cold, scared and alone in the rain.

The four year old got her rain coat on so she could walk them inside to her “box” “Hi I’m Misa! You are my lil brother now.” She said as she got them into the warm living room. The pink clad kid ran and brought a towel to help dry up the new buddy. “Here you go, nice and good…and misa gonna get you soup!” She pat their head and ran to make some.

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Our Love in a Rogue Nation

Story Description: 

Ethan Hunt, the best agent IMF has to offer. Ashley Dunn, sister of Benji Dunn is the best field agent consultant IMF has to offer. Ethan Hunt and Ashley Dunn have been together for a while and are very much in love. How will the events of Rogue Nation impact their relationship?

Yes, I chose the character name Ashley... I feel like that name doesn’t get used enough in fanfiction. If you don’t like it you can imagine another name.

Part 2 Part 3

Ashley’s P.O.V

Working for IMF is a lot of fucking work. I am not a field agent, so I don’t put my life on the line everyday but being in the control room puts a lot of stress on the body… it also doesn’t help that my boyfriend is The Best field Agent that IMF has, always putting his life on the line to do what needs to be done. Is it heroic? Yes. Some of the stuff he does, comes close to giving me heart attacks every fucking time.

I’m staring at the monitors watching the current mission that Ethan’s team is on, and it looks like we might have a serious problem. I am listening as William tries to stay calm while he speaks with my brother Benji.

“Benji, Where is Ethan?” William asked my brother, that’s a very good question I haven’t heard from him all day.

“Brandt, I’m kind of in the middle of something”

“Benji, you know the package is still on the plane, right?”

“Yes, I am well aware of that Brandt. We are working on Plan B…actually Plan C”

“Benji, where is Ethan?”

“I don’t know, we are on radio silent at the moment” I looked down at my phone, looked back at William to make sure he was busy, and decided to text Ethan… technically I’m not supposed to have my phone in the control room.

Ethan, babe. Don’t mean to nag… but we could really use your assistance right now. I quickly shoved my phone back into my pocket

“Benji, the plane cannot leave with the package on board”

“We’re working on it” I heard Luther’s voice through the speaker

“Luther? What the hell are you doing there? You’re supposed to be on assignment in Malaysia” William said

“I am in Malaysia… Benji needed my help”

“I don’t need help, I need assistance its totally different” Benji responded

“It’s the same thing Benji” I finally spoke, everyone in the control room looked at me, including William

“Is that Ashley? Tell my nosy sister to do her own job and don’t worry about me” I rolled my eyes, then my phone pinged

I’m close

That was all the message said. I looked up to tell William but decided against it. Clearly there was a reason he was still radio silent.

“Guys, the package is still on the plane” William said

“Yes, we know! We are trying to cripple it remotely”

“You can do that?”

“Yes, if the pilot has left the satellite uplink switched on” Luther said

“Which he has”

“Great! How do you do that?”

“It involves hacking a Russian satellite”

“Guys, I cant authorize that”

“That’s why we didn’t ask” Luther responded again. I looked at the monitor in front of me and sighed

“William? There is a heat signatures showing up here” he walked over and looked at what I was seeing

“Shit, the engines are starting”

“Yes, I can see that, but I can’t do anything till Luther has me connected to the satellite”

“Ok, Benji you are connected”

“Great” I listened to them as they argued on different ways to stop the plane from taking off. All of them not coming up with anything that would work.

“Fuck!” William said angrily “Benji…”

“YES WE KNOW THE PACKAGE IS ON THE BLOODY PLANE!” he yelled completely stressed and annoyed.

“Benji, can you open the door?” I sighed in relief when I heard Ethan’s voice

“Ethan?” William asked “Where are you?”

“I’m by the plane, Benji can you open the door?”

“Maybe?” he said hesitantly “Why?” he asked confused

“I’m going to try to get in” he said “Can you open the door?”

“I think so”

“Benji, you better be sure before Ethan risks his life again” I said suddenly, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. IMF has a zero tolerance for romance in the office… so needless to say we have to be very careful.

“Yes, I know… yes it seems possible for me to open the door”

“Ok, Benji open that door as soon as I tell you” I’m extremely nervous because I am 99.9% sure I know what Ethan is about to do… but I’m really hoping I am wrong because this is extremely stupid. “I’M ON THE PLANE” Ethan yelled

“How did you get in the plane?” Benji asked confused

“I’M NOT IN THE PLANE… I’M ON THE PLANE” he yelled because of the sound of the aircraft. “OPEN THE DOOR” Through Benji’s camara we could see what he was seeing, and I gasped when I saw that Ethan certainly wasn’t lying he is ON the plane, clinging on for dear life

“Ok, I’m working on it” Benji said

“BENJI, OPEN THE DOOR” Ethan yelled again, I am currently holding my breath, hands locked together, I have never been so scared in my life, and Ethan has managed to scare me a few times.

“Benji Open the door right now!” William said

“Benji open the door!” Luther piped in

“I’m trying! C’mon, C’mon” he said “Yes I got it!” we could see on the monitor he had opened the back door I groaned

“BENJI YOU OPENED THE WRONG DOOR, YOU FUCKING IDIOT” I said, I looked back at William, and sighed

“I’m sorry sir, it’s just you know how I get in tense situations” William may be my friend but in the office is till have to call him sir. He just nodded his head and went back to looking at the monitor

“Ok, I got it! I’m opening the side door! How’s that?” he asked, we didn’t hear anything. Assuming he opened the correct door, because we hadn’t heard anything else from Ethan again we were in radio silence.

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We sat in the control room, so silent you could hear a pin drop everyone anxiously waiting… hoping that The mission was a success. Except me I was hoping that the love of my life was ok… so I could be the one to kill him for being so stupid.

After continuously staring at the monitor hoping to get some secure message, or hoping the phone will ring… anything from Ethan I finally decided enough was enough, I needed to get out of there. I need to get some air, I stood up quickly and pushed past William and went outside, to sit by the river. I pulled out my phone and started looking at some photos of Ethan and I together. It makes me happy, I never knew I could love someone so much… and they would return the same feelings.

“Are you ok?” I jumped when I heard William’s voice

“Yeah, sorry just a little bit stressed” I said with a smile

“It’s ok to be worried, he is your boyfriend”

“Yeah I mean… wait what?” I asked

“Benji told me” I sighed

“Of course my big mouth brother would tell you”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to report the relationship. I’ve known you guys have had feelings for each other for a long time”

“He makes me so happy” I said with a smile

“If it’s any comfort, I’m sure he is ok”

“I know he’s ok… he’s Ethan” I said laughing a little, we sat in silence for a moment when William’s phone rang.

“Brandt” he said when he answered it “Ok, sir thank you very much”

“Who was that?” I asked

“The mission was successful, Ethan is ok. He is on the phone waiting to be debriefed” he stood up “Would you like to be in the office when I talk to him?”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to listen to that” he smiled

“I just won’t put the speaker on”

“Then what’s the point of me being in there if I can’t hear anything?” I asked confused

“Because maybe during the phone call… I just might have to use the bathroom. So I won’t know if you were to I don’t know talk to him while I’m gone” I smiled

“Lets go” I said excited

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William didn’t tell Ethan I was in the room, I listened as William asked all the usually debriefing questions. Then after about 10 minutes he said

“Ethan can you excuse me for one moment?” he hit the hold button, and walked out of the room. Once the door was closed, I ran over to his chair and took the phone off of hold

“Brandt?” he asked

“It’s me baby” I said

“Ashley?” he asked, and I could hear a sigh of relief “Are you doing the rest of my debriefing?” he asked in a joking voice

“No, William is letting me talk to you for a few minutes… he knows about us by the way” I said

“How?” he asked confused

“I’ll give you one guess” he sighed

“Benji” he replied

“He promised he won’t say anything”

“I know William won’t” Ethan said  

“I was so worried about you today” I said quickly

“Baby…”

“Ethan, I was so scared something would happen… I was so scared that, we would get a call and you were… and I…” I felt tears in my eyes

“Sweetheart? I’m ok. I promise”

“I know that NOW! I didn’t know that an hour ago when I was sitting at my desk hoping I would see you again”

“I love you angel” he said quietly

“I love you too”

“I promise I will ALWAYS come back to you” he said

“You can’t make that promise”

“I will ALWAYS come back to you” He replied a little more firmly

“When will you be back from London?” I asked

“Hard to say… after this I’m supposed to be going to get my next mission I don’t know when I’ll be back” I frowned

“I miss you so much” I said

“I miss you too baby” he responded so quickly

“Promise me you will be safe… and you will call me whenever you can”

“I promise” he said firmly I looked up when the door opened

“Looks like our times up” I said into the phone “I love you”

“I love you too baby, I’ll see you soon” I stood up and handed the phone to William

“Thanks” I said to him before walking out