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Babysitting - Alfie Solomons

How about… the reader works for Alf and either you have children of your own or are the carer for your little siblings. You need someone’s help to look after them one night. Ends up being Alfie which you’re apprehensive about but you’re desperate sooo… when you return home, he’s organised a mini ‘bakery’ in your house. Instead of rum they’re “distilling” apple juice from household utensils, and he’s got himself a tight little ship running. Loves - @yourenotmytype

Babysitting - Alfie Solomons

Alfie babysitting your kids had come about in a rather unusual way. Most things that transpired between you and Alfie did honestly. You had begun working for him just over three years ago after your husband, who had been a devoted member of Alfie’s distillery and subsequent gang, died in a knife fight. Alfie, who had felt guilty over the death, offered you a position at the bakery and compensation for your husband’s troubles. You gladly took him up on the offer, being that you were newly pregnant with your youngest and you had another child at home to feed. 

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[Destiny] Home is in the Ground

Shin dies for the first time when a Guardian puts an armour-piercing round through his chest. It enters below his right collarbone and rips out the other side above his left hip, and he hits the ground so fast that the following mercy shot wastes its courtesy on a concrete piling instead.

He comes to shaking, wedged up the far end of a cracked and dusty drain pipe with his murderer crouched at the mouth. Her helmet is tucked under one arm, and he can see the pursed lips, the concerned frown, the shake of her head as she looks over her shoulder to say something to a pair of legs standing behind her, voice low and indignant. Jaren’s Ghost hovers too close, her soft glow reflecting dully off the still-wet streaks painted broad and puddling in the cracks. A plain trail to his position, but his blood no longer. No telling what has taken its place.

He is two years after Palamon. He is four months after Jaren.

“Why did you drag it out so long?” the Guardian calls up to him, baffled and defensive. He has made her an unwilling perpetrator with his pain. “Nobody’ll pick your Ghost off in a match, kid, it’s safe to let go.”

He is not dead.

He is not dead.

He is not dead.


“Dead is relative,” the Vanguard tells him: the smiling Hunter, the stern-faced woman, the man with glossy blue skin and the token features of a Bright-Eyes. Three speaking for thousands. He supposes, doubtfully, that it could be better than one speaking for a hundred.

“Dead is a simplification,” the Speaker tells him, the clean white of his mask so sharp that Shin can only look at it sidelong. They give him a room with a window, and all windows point towards the Traveler; he tries to see it the way the Guardians do – sleeping, dormant, wounded – and keeps thinking empty.

“Dead is inevitable,” the old woman says, most truthful of all, and lets him doze in the shadows of her stall behind the stacks of feather-bright fabrics.


A hard truth: only the dead go looking for a fight.


Shin sits alone in front of a fire for the first time as the last of nine seekers, and burns.

The weather is turning chill, yesterday’s wind a whistled warning of winter from across the river, but he cannot tell if he is keeping it at bay; he shivers, he sweats, he wipes a hand across his face and flinches from the ice-hot sting. The Light running through him has set hearts beating in hollow-chested corpses, and now he fears he will open his mouth and choke on ash.

He is two years after Palamon. He is one day, two hours, and forty-three minutes after Jaren.

“I feel wrong,” he says, teeth chattering. “I feel wrong all through. Am I dying?”

Jaren’s Ghost is a glint of silver on the other side of the fire, made hazy by the heat. He can feel the turn of its attention like a physical movement inside his head.

“Not anymore,” it says.

Saturn in the Milky Way

Saturn is near opposition in planet Earth’s sky. Rising at sunset and shining brightly throughout the night, it also lies near a line-of-sight to crowded starfields, nebulae, and obscuring dust clouds along the Milky Way. Whitish Saturn is up and left of center in this gorgeous central Milky Way skyscape, a two panel mosaic recorded earlier this month. You can find the bright planet above the bowl of the dusty Pipe nebula, and just beyond the end of a dark river to Antares, alpha star of the constellation Scorpius. For now the best views of the ringed giant planet are from the Saturn-orbiting Cassini spacecraft, though. Diving close, Cassini’s Grand Finale orbit number 8 is in progress.

Image Credit & Copyright: Mohammad Nouroozi

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