#in this house we love honor and RESPECT the body hair

[triassictriserratops]

What's your take on Peeta B. Mellark's chest hair?

Ohhhhh, okay okay okay, hear me out... Hairy, but patchy. Like, i imagine that in his 20s he really develops full chest hair and beard AND he's got hairy arms. BUT the spots where he has his burn scars, the hair grows in more sparsely/finer. Katniss develops a habit of lazily running her hands through his chest hair. There's something so satisfying to her about seeing him be allowed to grow it out - no shaving, plucking, waxing, and whatever else the Capitol would do to the boys in the arena to keep them looking like boys. As she runs her hands through the coarse/fine patches of hair, it's physical proof that they survived and that the Capitol (old and new) will never touch them again. Peeta feels the exact same way about her leg hair. He LOVES rubbing his hands over her legs and feeling the long, soft hairs once they fully grow out. TL;DR MY BABIES ARE HAIRY AND IT'S HEALING FOR THEM

[jeguluses]

regulus waking up and snuggling up to james’ back thinking he is still asleep but as soon as he makes contact, he feels a full body shudder go through his husband.

“james? what’s wrong? are you…are you crying?”

regulus’ heart breaks when there’s only a sob in response.

“baby? tell me what’s wrong. what happened, jamie?” regulus sits up, leaning over james’ body and inspecting his tear stained face for any hint of what caused him to wake up like this.

james shakes his head, smiling sheepishly through the wetness on his face. “i’m okay.”

regulus frowns, feeling helpless. “don’t lie to me. you’re obviously not okay.”

“no, really, i’m fine. i promise. “ james turns so they’re facing each other, reaching up to place both hands on regulus’ cheeks, releasing a sigh filled with contentment.

“but why are you crying?”

at this, james giggles bashfully. “it’s just that we have such a beautiful life, regulus. no one understands me like you do. no one loves me like you do and no one ever could love me like you. we’ve invested so much effort into making this house perfect for us.“

“our wedding was a dream come true. not to mention, we’re raising the coolest and smartest people i’ve ever met in my life. i never get sick of it honestly,” james tells regulus, sighing again and moving into his personal space in order to rest his head on regulus’ thigh.

regulus’ chest feels warm at the honest love in james’ voice. he slips his fingers into his husband’s hair, softly detangling the knots from sleeping. “i don’t understand. that makes you sad?”

james closes his eye as he says, “i’m just so happy. so grateful to have met you.”

regulus feels nauseated with the amount of affection that wells up inside of him at james’ candid words. he’s not even trying to smooth talk regulus, he truly feels this way.

shit. now, regulus wants to cry.

“i’m really happy too,” he whispers, still petting james’ curls.

“you are?” james asks, not disbelieving but wanting confirmation all the same.

regulus smiles even though james cannot see. “very happy.”

“good,” james hums. “thank you.”

“for what?”

“for respecting me and trusting me. for caring for me and making me a better person.”

james sighs a third time as regulus digs his fingers into his scalp the way he likes. “for loving me.”

“it has, and will continue to be,” regulus says, mirroring james’ conviction, “and honor to love and be loved by you, james potter.”

[jungwnies]

syn ' a-z alphabet (nsfw) jeon jungkook pairing ' bf!jungkook x gn!reader

i am so unbelievably down bad for jk right now, so this is in honor of seven and my current weakness in the knees for him?!?!?!

a ⋆ aftercare - (how he is after sex)

BOY.... YOU KNOWWW he is taking care of you well

cleaning you up

cuddling you

just know that aftercare he gives is TOP tier

NIGHT AFTER NIGHT HE WILLLLL be treating you right ;)

b ⋆ body part - (his favorite body part)

you lips

your thighs

your ass

literally every part of your body he loves

c ⋆ cum - (anything to do with cum)

he comes on your stomach

or in you

if you don't want to fuck raw then he opts for the stomach

but he prefers coming in you

he likes seeing his seed spill out of you

d ⋆ dirty secret - (his dirty secret)

he loves when you beg

it's the virgo in him

he loves seeing you under his control

like seeing you so down bad for him

and just so submissive

he loves it

e ⋆ experience - (how experienced is he?)

girl

he knows what he's doing that's for sure

he doesn't have a lot of bodies

but he's been in committed relationships before

and the sex never fails to please

f ⋆ fav position - (sex position)

missionary for sure

loves being able to see your face

but sometimes he just wants to do doggy and shove your face into the pillow

g ⋆ goofy - (how he acts in the moment)

he's not goofy okay

but he isn't serious

he's very very

romantic

he's about making sure you're pleased

h ⋆ hair - (how groomed is he?)

he is very well groomed

but he isn't ... bald down there

there's hair there

but not a lot

it's trimmed

not completely gone though

i ⋆ intimacy - (how passionate is he?)

very passionate

like i said

he's a romantic

j ⋆ jack off - (how often he masturbates)

like once or twice a week if you're not there

but if you're there

then never

unless it's mutual

k ⋆ kink - (one or more)

lowkey sadistic???

he kind of enjoys hearing your sobs

or when you cry for him

but if you're genuinely hurt or sad

then he will be there for you

but if you're just in tears cus the sex is

THAT good

then he's super into it

l ⋆ location - (fav place to do it)

the bedroom

sometimes in the car

but mainly in the bedroom

or just anywhere in the house

m ⋆ motivation - (what keeps him going)

your moans

your cries

your sounds

the way you moan his name

it's like fucking music to his ears

n ��� no - (something he would NOT do)

would neverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

do anything like somnophilia

he's just not into that

if he's going to fuck you

you're going to be awake

o ⋆ oral - (giving + receiving — is he good?)

he goes crazy

especially when he's giving

HE GOES CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and when he's receiving

his basically fucks your throat

god

god

god

god

oh my god

p ⋆ pace - (fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

rough yet sensual

he goes hard

but not fast

q ⋆ quickie - (his opinion on it + how often they happen)

all the time

on set

before award shows

when people say he has the "we just fucked look"

it's real

because you guys literally just fucked

r ⋆ risks - (is he willing to experiment, does he take risks, etc.)

yes

he is willing to experiment for you

he will risk it all for you

but he sets boundaries

and he respects yours

anything you both are down to do will be done

s ⋆ stamina - (how long can he last?)

he lasts pretty long

but it's not round and round

it's like

longgggg foreplay

and longggg sex

he takes his time

he wants you to feel good

stimulated in every part >.>

t ⋆ toys - (does he use/own any?)

no not really

he's kind of into teasing you in public

it makes it easy to get you to finish shopping

u ⋆ unfair - (how much does he tease?)

A MOTHER FUCKIN LOT

that's all i have to say

he teases a lot ok?

v ⋆ volume - (how loud is he + what noises does he make?)

he moans loudly

he's very vocal about how he feels

not growls but groans fs

just always says your name

and is like

fuck

yes

baby

i love it

fuck

yeah... ANYWAYS NEXT???

w ⋆ wild card - (random headcanon for him)

he thinks about marriage and kids the second he looks at you

he's never been one to think that far into the future

but the second he realized he loved you aka the second he looked at you

he just fell immediately

it's like his whole future flashed before his eyes lol

x ⋆ x-ray - (what’s under his clothes?)

he's not long

he's not thick

he's average

like ngl it's not that big

but it gets bigger when he's hard

so it makes up for those lost inches

we all know he's built

the abs the muscles

he's works out

very nice bod

we all know this yes?

y ⋆ yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

everyday he is down to do it

but he doesn't actually do it everyday

as long as you're open to it

then he is also open to it

it's above avg. but not high

z ⋆ zzz - (how quickly does he sleep after?)

not quickly

he has a hard time sleeping tbh

he falls asleep quick but he doesn't always feel the need to sleep

he sleeps once he knows you're comfortable

and he will be able to sleep once you wrap your arms around him

and tell him you love him

duh

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[sassenach77yle]

||COUNTDOWN || SEASON 4 EPISODE 11  || IF NOT FOR HOPE ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

Where did you … meet my father?” she asked carefully, her own troubles superseded for the moment by curiosity. “In prison. You knew he was imprisoned, after the Rising?” She nodded, frowning slightly. “Yes. Well. Leave it as said that I harbor feelings of particular affection for Jamie Fraser, and have for some years.” He shook his head, sighing. “And here you come offering me your innocent body, with its echoes of his flesh—and add to that the promise of giving me a child who would mingle my blood with his—and all this, because your honor will not let you wed a man you love, or love a man you wed.” He broke off and sank his head in his hands. “Child, you would make an angel weep, and God knows I am no angel!” “My mother thinks you are.” He glanced up at her, startled. “She thinks what?” “Maybe she wouldn’t go quite that far,” she amended, still frowning. “She says you’re a good man, though. I think she likes you, but she doesn’t want to. Of course, I understand that now; I suppose she must know—how you … er … feel about …” She coughed, hiding her blushes in a fold of her cloak. “Hell,” he muttered. “Oh, hell and thundering damnation. I ought never to have come out with you. Yes, she does. Though in all truth, I am not sure why she regards me with suspicion. It cannot be jealousy, surely.” Brianna shook her head, chewing thoughtfully on her lower lip. “I think it’s because she’s afraid you’ll hurt him, somehow. She’s afraid for him, you know.”[...]

He tilted his head back, resting it against the carved stone back of the bench. His eyes were closed against the wind. “I could forgive his not wanting me,” he said, with quiet bitterness. “But I couldn’t forgive him for making me use him in that fashion. Not forcing me merely to hurt him, but to degrade him. He could not merely refuse to acknowledge my feeling; he must destroy it. It was too much.” Bits of debris boiled past on the flood; storm-cracked twigs and branches, a broken board from the hull of a boat, wrecked somewhere upstream. Her hand covered his where it rested on his knee. It was slightly larger than his own, and warm from sheltering in her cloak. “There was a reason. It wasn’t you. But it’s for him to tell you, if he wants to. You did forgive him, though,” she said quietly. “Why?” He sat up then, and shrugged, but didn’t put away her hand. “I had to.” He glanced at her, eyes straight and level.

“I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him … that was part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn’t matter that he couldn’t love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I could not forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back.”

He smiled, faintly. “So you see, it was really entirely selfish.” He squeezed her hand then, stood up, and pulled her to her feet. “Come, my dear. We shall both freeze solid if we sit here any longer.” They walked back toward the house, not talking, but walking close together, arm in arm. As they came back through the gardens he spoke abruptly. “You’re right, I think. To live with someone you love, knowing that they tolerate the relation only for the sake of obligation—no, I wouldn’t do it, either. Were it only a matter of convenience and respect on both sides, then yes; such a marriage is one of honor. As long as both parties are honest—” His mouth twisted briefly as he glanced in the direction of the servants’ quarters. “There is no need for shame on either side.” She looked down at him, brushing a strand of windblown copper hair out of her eyes with her free hand. “Then you’ll accept my proposal?” The hollow feeling in her chest didn’t feel like the relief she had expected. “No,” he said bluntly. “I may have forgiven Jamie Fraser for what he did in the past—but he would never forgive me for marrying you.” He smiled at her, and patted the hand he held tucked in the curve of his arm. “I can give you some respite from both your suitors and your aunt, though.” He glanced at the house, whose curtains hung unstirring against the glass. “Do you suppose anyone’s watching?” “I’d say you can bet on it,” she said, a little grimly. “Good.” Pulling off the sapphire ring he wore, he turned to face her and took her hand. He pulled off her mitten and ceremoniously slid the ring onto her little finger—the only one it would fit. Then he rose smoothly on his toes and kissed her on the lips. Leaving her no time to recover from surprise, he clasped her hand in his, and turned once more toward the house, his expression bland.

“Come along, my dear,” he said. “Let us announce our engagement.”

[burreauxinfinity]

In honor of my eras show (post concert depression is real.. experiencing cincy n2 is the highlight of my life.) being this week and the 4th ofc! ❤️🪩🎆

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm and I'm a house of cards

You're the kind of reckless that should send me runnin'

But I kinda know that I won't get far

And you stood there in front of me, just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see what I was thinkin' of

“Y/N! C’mon!” you heard Tee call to you from the water. You were sat on the edge of the boat sipping on your drink of choice and choosing the next song that would play through the speakers. Tee, Ja’Marr, Sam, and of course Joe along with their respective girls were in the water while you had chosen to dry off instead - after all it was getting late and you had swam earlier. The early July sun cast a perfect orange glow over the lakehouse you and Joe called home during the offseason. The two of you had been together for years now, meeting during his Ohio State days.

You laughed. “No chance, the water is too cold. Any of you want another drink?” you asked as you finally looked over at them.

Joe swam over to the edge of the boat, pulling himself up. He grabbed a towel as he spoke, the orange glow highlighting his blue eyes. “Wouldn’t mind another one.”

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really somethin'

You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world

But with you, I know it's no good

And I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would

A short time later you were curled up in one of the chairs on the patio, sitting on Joe’s lap with a blanket draped over you as you roasted marshmallows. It wasn’t quite dark enough for the fireworks the boys had gotten yet. Though you had insisted it probably wouldn’t end well, it was the Fourth of July and of course Tee and Ja’Marr couldn’t be swayed.

Joe ran his thumb along your waist, rubbing small circles absentmindedly. He was engrossed in a conversation with Sam, something about Travis Kelce. Ja’Marr butted in.

“Buds all talk, 3-1 and all he can do is run his mouth,” he looked annoyed but Joe just laughed, his smile growing. You were captivated by him still somehow, the way his smile trickled into his eyes and those smile lines. You just smiled softly, finally tearing your eyes from him and laid your head back on his chest as you finished your s’more as the boys continued to talk.

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

“Guys did you really need this much?” you let out a laugh as the boys set up their fireworks. They’d lined the dock with them and although you joked, you loved fireworks so you weren’t complaining.

“Too many options, we couldn’t decide,” Sam chuckled.

“He’s right.. Fuck it go big or go home right?” Tee shrugged as he set the last firework into place.

“No, I think she’s right honestly but.. Go for it,” Jess, Sam’s girlfriend, laughed beside you.

Joe took his place next to you on the patio finally, slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. You leaned into his body, the subtle smell of his cologne filling your senses. Tee and Ja’Marr stayed down to light the fireworks and make sure your house stayed uh.. standing and not on fire while Sam rejoined Jess.

I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild

Just keep on keepin' your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right

And lead me up the staircase, won't you whisper soft and slow?

I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show

As the fireworks went off, lighting up the sky and the water below, you glanced over at your boyfriend. His face was lit up, fully engrossed in the fireworks. You could swear that even after years together, his gorgeous smile and ocean-blue eyes seemed to draw you in. You seemed to fall more in love with him everyday and as you sat there now, with the people both of you loved most at your home, enjoying this holiday - you couldn’t imagine ever wanting anything else.

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk (Ah-ah), take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

And the sparks fly

Oh, baby, smile

And the sparks fly

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Phoenix and the Crow

part ten

pairing: (hinted) kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: netural... a hint of angst?

el's thoughts: this is muchhh shorter than the last few chapters but here it is! part ten! please remember to leave comments and reblog if you like it :)

masterlist

“Here she is! Sweetheart, we have visitors.” Kaz wheeled out an old man while Y/N trailed behind them. “Art collectors from Kerch.”

When Ohval had come to see the bodies of the uninvited guests Inej had attempted to attack from behind but failed. The older woman was much faster and seemed to sense her presence. Jesper and Toyla had rushed to help Inej in fighting the powerful durast while Kaz and Y/N snuck off to find the faint heartbeat in the back of the house. They eventually found an old man who was sitting in the back garden on a rocking chair. The grisha and thief introduced themselves as visiting art collectors which the old man believed and started talking to them about old, treasured art pieces. The pair helped him into his wheelchair and promised to bring him to his wife. Which is where they now stood on the steps behind the druast. 

Ohval turned around and gave the man in the wheelchair a small smile, “I know, dear. I was just about to offer them tea.”

Y/N saw everyone stagger to their feet, faces red and choked. She made eye contact with Zoya and Nina, silently asking if they were alright to which they both nodded. She scanned over the other four mentally examining for any serious injuries, from her view she couldn’t see any. 

Ohval turned to Toyla and spoke in Shu, “He’s not part of this.”

“There are the collectors I was telling you about.” Kaz’s voice was quiet and almost soft as he spoke. “They’ll be pleasantly surprised to meet you, the great thief of the art world.” He turned to the Shu woman and smirked, “The Disciple.”

Jesper frowned, “This is The Disciple?”

“Have we met before?” The old man asked, turning to Kaz and Y/N. She smiled and nodded, “Yes, in your room just now.” She placed a kind hand on his shoulder.

“And I met your wife,” Kaz said. “In Bhez Ju. We had tea there.”

“Bhez Ju Museum.” The gray-haired man smiled, “The support beams are under every second section of the floor. The others creak. Important to know the secrets of a place.”

Kaz smiled, “Truly.”

Ohval spoke in her native tongue, “If anything happens to him, I will kill you all.”

Y/N shook her head and replied in the same language, “All we want is the Neshyenyer.”

“The Neshyenyer?” The Disciple questioned. “I stole it for her.” His wife tried to silence him kindly but he ignored her. “It was the last piece I stole before we decided I should retire.” This caught everyone’s attention. “Anyway, you couldn’t really call it stealing. It was hers, to begin with. She made it.”

“I’m sorry. Did you say she made it?” Jesper’s voice sounded. 

The old man hummed and rose from his wheelchair, walking the best he could over to his wife. “Hours of work. Prayers. And tears.” He brought his hand up to hold her face in fondness. “To fight the unkillable army created by the clock worker Kho.”

Toyla chuckled breathlessly, “Three days and night she fought the unstoppable soldiers. And when the last soldier fell, she laid the weapon. And it was named Neshyenyer. Relentless.” He slowly fell to one knee in a respectful bow. “We are honored to be in your presence, Sankta Neyar.” 

The rest of the Crows along with Zoya fell to one knee, bowing their heads in respect. The only one still standing was Kaz still waiting by the wheelchair.

Ohval turned back to her husband, “Come, my love. Let’s get you to bed.” She helped him back to his chair and turned to Kaz and Y/N. “This is our sanctuary. Where we can sleep peacefully. Not have to worry about thieves and bandits like you.”

“We’re not bandits.” Kaz’s voice was back to its usual rough sound.

“No one gets past the poison.” Ohval spoke again. “You’re just a child, really.”

Kaz lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug, “A child who understood your weakness.”

“Weakness.” She scoffed, “Four hundred years I’ve been alive. I’ve seen them all die. My family. All my loved ones.”

“Grisha always live far longer than any otkazat’sya and you know that. You’re setting yourself up for heartbreak all over again.” The Darkling's words echoed in Y/N’s head causing her to close her eyes tightly as she tried to fight off the still-fresh memory.

“Taken away from me by time. Hundreds of years I closed my heart, as if that was the solution to ending all pain. What a safe way to live.” Ohval looked out at the rest of the group. “What a small way, as well. You guard against pain. You guard against joy. But when you allow yourself to be blindsided by love…” She looked down at her husband with a soft smile, “Two worlds make a universe. He’s not my weakness. He’s my universe. And I will see him through his days. Sharing every moment…” Her eyes drifted towards Y/N. “Until he is part of the night sky.” She glanced between the Grisha and the Kerch man before turning back to her love. “What do I care about a blade?” She kissed his forehead and turned back to Kaz. “What do you care about a blade?”

“The Darkling has created an unkillable army made of shadow.” He felt Y/N stiffen beside him but didn’t turn to look at her. “Your sword is the only one sharp enough to cut them down.”

“That sounds like Ravka’s problem.” The Shu hummed. 

“You think he would be stopped by a line on a map?” Y/N asked. 

Ohval covered the old man’s ears and whispered harshly, “I think I can still kill you where you stand before you can blink.”

“Sankta Neyar, I have met the Sun Summoner who will take leadership in Ravka if the Darkling is gone.” Toyla stepped forward, “She is benevolent, and she is also Shu. She could be the living bridge between our two countries, but that can only happen if you grant us use of the blade.”

“Use of it?” Ohval asked. “All this just to borrow the blade?”

“All this just to protect your husband in his sleep?” Kaz countered. “We each fight for what matters most.” Y/N stared at the side of his face for a moment before she looked down with a soft smile.

“And on my life, I will make sure that it is returned to its rightful home,” Toyla vowed. “With you, Sankta Neyar.”

“Ohval. The last thing I need are… pilgrims crowding my gate.” She turned to her husband and placed her hand on his shoulder before telling the group of eight to leave. “Except for you, in the hat. I’ll give the blade to you.” She pointed at Jesper and then turned to Kaz, “Alone.”

He glared at her but did as told anyway and limped down the steps, following everyone else out. Y/N went after and past him when he stopped to talk to Jesper. She walked out and sat on the floor beside Zoya while she sat on a large stone. The inferni resting her head on the suli’s knee. Zoya ran her fingers through her hair, “You alright?”

Y/N didn’t answer right away, only hummed and then sighed. “I almost died.”

“Well, it wouldn’t have been the first time.”

“It’s sad that I can’t deny that.”

“It’s sad that you think that you can avoid my question.” Zoya placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it. But you’re not alone.”

“I may be in the situation… But I’ll be alright.”

Jesper stormed through the doors and handed the Neshyenyer to Inej and followed Wylan from where he took off. Everyone stood up and followed at a distance before the pair stopped and the smaller of the two jumped at the other. Y/N chuckled and looked to Toyla who turned back and smirked back. Zoya, Inej, Nina, and Toyla all walked in front of Kaz and Y/N as they passed the couple who couldn’t keep each other wrapped in a comforting, relieving embrace. 

“Everyone’s lost their mind.” Kaz voice was stiff and filled with annoyance as he looked away from the happy couple. 

Y/N cleared her throat, “We all did in there.” They both looked at each other for a moment, the tension in her shoulders leaving as she stared into his eyes before looking away back to the road in front of them.

“Maybe I did see something through the haze of the poison.” He paused in his steps inhaling deeply before turning to look at her again. “There are those who drown us and those who pull us out.”

Y/N felt her stomach grow warm as she heard his words as if they were something not to be spoken of. A secret he now chose to share with her. “Maybe I saw something too.”

“What did your toxin trip reveal to you?” He leaned closer on his cane, hardly noticeable but her sharp eyes caught it. The curiosity in his eyes. The same tiny spark of hope that she felt in her chest reflected in his eyes. But before she could give in and tell him what she saw in the hallucinations the Darkling’s voice echoed in her mind again. And instead of sharing and being open, taking the same step he did, the words that tumbled out of her mouth were the words that had been repeated to her all throughout her years at the Little Palace. 

“Hope is dangerous. Clouds your judgment.”

~*~*~*~

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[musingmemories]

@luminescenc1e sent: « Gently brushing hair out of their face. » Lucius x Narcissa

Despite it being just past sunrise, England's signature overcast loomed over the courtyard of Malfoy Manor, grim as the expressions of those that'd been in attendance to witness a momentous occasion that would go down in the pureblood history books - the joining of the House Malfoy and Black. Not because their witnesses weren’t thrilled about their union in holy matrimony, but because that was the overall expression every single member of each family seemed to possess.

But of late, Narcissa had found a reason to smile. Wore it dazed like a schoolgirl in love... and she was, with Lucius Malfoy. He was everything her family had wanted him to be: a pureblood, wealthy, well mannered, of status. He understood the expectations those that carried the gravity of such prestigious second names held, the expectations thrust upon slender shoulders passed down through generations. To ensure their world never fell to the hands of those undeserving. To follow The Dark Lord and be his loyal servants as he rose to power.

A topic Narcissa forbid being discussed during their wedding.

Or at the very least expected it be kept to a hushed minimum, herself desiring to be the upmost center of attention. And that she was in the eyes of her now husband. Careful wedding planning was executed flawlessly without a hair out of place. For once in her eclipsed life being overshadowed by her older sisters, Narcissa was happy. She was seen. And the power that came with it was exhilarating. This was an example of what life would be like for her as Narcissa Malfoy. Honor, respect, fear.

Gazing up at Lucius, her body was curled into his, satin sheets cozy and the prior night's festivities leaving her feeling aglow. Tender moments the start of many, his lithe fingers gently brushed stray blonde locks from her face, and Narcissa kissed Lucius tenderly in return. "Think if we announced a second ceremony they'd burst our door off its hinges?" Desperation to please, it was pathetic. Endlessly entertaining. "Much as I'd adore the attention... I'd much rather have you to myself. Barely saw you at all last night and you're my husband." With exception to sharing their bed, of course.

[jylesthejester]

In the mood to yap about my ocs that no one cares abt- so here we go :D

(If you take anything personally created by me (eg : species) and apply it in one of your own creations I'd appreciate credit <3 feel free to take my personally created concepts and alter them too! Just don't completely copy my stuff.)

All of these ocs are related even if in their stories it mentions a "universe where ___", multiversal travel is a thing I always enjoy adding in my stories :)

Maxie Kanth aka Minty (this consists of random facts and some bsckstory :3) :

Maxie was raised in the 1990s having a happy childhood, he didn't have a mother but it didn't seem like much of an issue to him nor his father, which made sure Maxie had anything he needed. Maxie grew up in a garden home, plants were everywhere and his father taught him how to plant and take care of Gardens. Maxie loved science in school, and often was passionate about science projects and loved the local science fair that'd come to town yearly. Maxie got into stained glass making and glass art in general. Maxie isn't human, but he doesn't know what exactly he is, he was raised as human but slowly learned about his abnormal abilities. Abilities of his include - being able to consume glass, being able to stretch his limbs abnormally long (he doesn't do this when doing normal gymnastics though), being able to alter his height, he's able to make drunk people sober and vise versa(helpful when your a casino manager). Maxie started going into the performing buisness after his father died, as a way to honor a performing legacy in his family. Maxie found the love of his life at one of the science Fairs early after his father died, as the science fair had started accepting space projects and an aspiring astronomer participated. Maxie died his hair a red color which naturally dulled due to his natural hair color, but he didn't mind it. Maxie's favorite color is orange. Maxie is very supportive of his daughter.

Stella Novaflare aka Sleepy :

Stella was an aspiring astronomer. Stella had a "mother knows best" relationship with their mother, as their father was absent. Stella grew up in the late 1980s and into the early 1990s, and often spent most of their time studying in the house. Stella's mother had taught them to be respectful to their elders but mainly to always be the smartest in their class, this caused Stella to act aggressively/hurtful towards those who had more school accomplishments then them, Stella has healed from this in the present though. Stella isn't human, but suspects themself to be some type of space creature due to corrupted skin on one half of their face and body being covered in stars and constellations in a dark void, on their face the constellstions were purple and connected to make a spider web around their eye. Stella has a staff that's referred to as the Eclipse staff (a Moon on one end and a sun on the other) which holds most of Stella's abilities and if they were to lose it they'd become completely powerless. Stella's favorite holiday is Halloween! Stella taught their daughter about certain constellations and stars that she would have otherwise never known about. Stella has a undercut and dyed parts of their hair purple. Stella owns a casino in Las Vegas, which is fairly successful, not the most popular casino ever but has a good amount of guests often. Stella's abilities include - making a magic map that only they could spawn, summoning weapons from the zodiacs, being able to make everyone in about a mile radius to fall asleep immediately, can distribute Melatonin chemicals from their body and can give melatonin chemicals to certain people by tapping them when activating this ability. Stella found the love of their life at a science fair due to their mother trying to get more praise for Stella's intelligence. Stella loves making Origami and loves painting a lot, Stella often makes portraits of their loved ones.

Reagen Caballero aka Radioactive :

Reagen grew up in a universe where non-humans and humans were coexisting on the same planet, and mostly got along. Though eventually a lot of fights happened between species and it ended in a war in which humans took non-humans in for experiments, eith included reagen, being taken away from their sibling. They were eventually taken into a bunker and put into severely understimulating gear (earmuffs, blindfold, etc) and be stuck in the bunker as scientists poked and prodded at them, and eventually their lungs got affected by some of the toxin experiments they did and they started breathing a toxic gas, so the scientists implemented a gas mask policy. Reagen is one of the tallest ocs I have, standing at 32 feet tall, though they alter their height. Reagen wears a gas mask that filters their breathing at all times, even asleep as to not harm any people or animals. Reagen lives in the woods, but works for a organization called the Elements. Reagen steals powerful multiversal objects for the organization they work for (which they were manipulated into joining). Reagen has a passion for music and loves learning instruments. Reagen has Fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva (FOP) which is a rare genetic disorder that causes soft tissues to transform permanently into bone. These bones grow abnormally in the muscles, tendons, ligaments and other connective tissues, forming bridges of extra bone across the joints.

There's more ocs and lore but thats all ill say for now enjoy 👍

[basicsofislam]

THE FEMALE COMPANIONS OF THE PROPHET (PBUH): Part 20

FATIMA BINT ASAD (radhiallahu anha)

Who does not want to do favors and help people when it is possible? If the poor person is an oppressed person who needs to be taken care of, we can forget about even our own needs and fulfill that person’s wishes. We will not eat but feed him; we will not wear new clothes but make him wear. We do all of the favors that we can. Ali’s blessed mother, Hz. Fatima, had such a spirit. She had the burden of a big family with her husband Abu Talib. He was a well-known and respected person of Quraysh but he was a poor person who hardly made ends meet. When his father, Abdulmuttalib, died, his beloved nephew, Muhammad, was entrusted to him.

The material upbringing of this precious orphan, who was eight years old, was under the responsibility of his uncle but he needed the compassion of a mother and a loving heart more.

Hz. Fatima did her best so as not to make this blessing child feel that he was motherless.

She fed and clothed him before her own children; she combed his hair before her own children. What is more, she acted as if she was his real mother. Thus, the Prophet lived with his uncle and aunt and under their protection until he got married.

When the Messenger of Allah was assigned the duty of prophethood, he was inflicted unbelievable tortures by the polytheists.

This situation distressed Hz. Fatima very much and made her sad. She protected him with Abu Talib and did her best to make him forget the pains. She became a Muslim after a while. The Messenger of Allah became very glad when Fatima, whom he liked as if she was his own mother, became a Muslim and forgot about his pains.

Hz. Fatima attained the honor of becoming a muhajir when she migrated to Madinah.

However, what made her happier was the fact that she became the mother-in-law of the Prophet’s beloved daughter, Fatima, whom he described as “a part of me”. She regarded it a great honor. She did her best so as not to distress Hz. Fatima. They shared the tasks at home. They did their tasks in the best way and helped each other. They set an example of how a daughter-in-law and a mother-in-law should treat each other. They're getting on very well rejoiced both the Messenger of Allah and Hz. Ali.

The Prophet showed her gratitude and duty of loyalty to Fatima bint Asad whenever it was possible.

He frequently visited her, asked about her health and helped her. He did more than what a son would to his mother. He addressed her “mum” and mentioned her by saying “mum”.

Four years passed after the Prophet migrated to Madinah. The Prophet, whose face always smiled, was sad one day. He expressed the reason for his sadness as follows:

“My mum passed away today.”

This blessed woman was Fatima bint Asad, who took care of the Prophet in her house, who was among the first ones who believed in him, and who left her hometown when migration to Madinah started because she could not put up with being away from him.

The Prophet took off his shirt and wanted it to be used as her shroud.

He himself led her janazah prayer. Then, her dead body was placed in the grave. The grave was big. The Prophet also entered the grave. He lay there for a while. Then, he came out. There were tears coming from his eyes. The tears fell onto the grave. This attitude of the Prophet’s represented his closeness to her. It was also a compliment to her. For, the grave that the Prophet’s body touched would be a garden of Paradise.

The Companions asked the Prophet about his attitude toward her:

“O Messenger of Allah! We have not seen you taking care of anybody else like this?”

The Prophet answered them as follows:

“She was my mother. She fed me before her own children. She combed my hair and put rose oil on me first though her own children were dirty and dusty. She was my mother. I have not met anybody who took care of me more than her after my uncle Abu Talib. I put my own garment on her so that she will be clothed in garments of Paradise. I lay down in her grave for a while so that life in the grave will be easy for her.“

After the soil was thrown on the dead body of Hz. Fatima, the Messenger of Allah prayed as follows for his beloved mother:

"O, Mum! May Allah show mercy on you and reward you with goodness. You treated me like a mother after my own mother. You fed me while you yourself went hungry. You gave me new clothes though you yourself did not have new clothes.  You gave me the best food without eating them yourself. You did this for the sake of Allah and the hereafter.

Allah gives both life and death. O, Allah!  Forgive my mother, Fatima bint Asad and widen her grave! O, Allah! The Most Merciful of all who have mercy! Accept my prayer for my sake and for the sake of Your previous prophets!”

After a while, the Messenger of Allah (pbuh) smiled and gave the people who were there the following glad tiding:

Jibril said to me, ‘This woman is a person of Paradise.’ Besides, Allah ordered 70 thousand angels to perform her janazah prayer. The angels performed her janazah prayer.”(Usdu'l-Ghaba, 5: 517; Mustadrak, 3: 108; Hz. Muhammed ve İslamiyet, 4137; Tabaqat, 8: 222.)

[coffeeandconstellation]

How to love your body?

Before answering that question, let me tell you one thing. You can't love something that you haven't actually seen; actually noticed.

How often have you seen your naked body? How many times have you actually paid attention to your body when you bath in lukewarm water while your mind plays scenarios which may or maynot happen?

From childhood itself we were told to hide our body parts as if it is a shame to have a body at all. Girls were taught to keep their legs together, to not wear deep necks, to not wear anything that might show their curves more than it should. Boys were traumatized for not having fit bodies, for their clumsy limps and protruding bones over their back and rib cages because Men are supposed to be Big and intimidating. And so began the journey of ignoring the biggest house that we live in, we express through and depend mostly on. 

And so the very first step to love your body is to do that very thing.

LOOK AT IT.

See it.

Touch it.

See how it responds to your touch.

See how it responds to practically everything.

Run your hands over your body and know if they are rough or soft. Know how many areas of your body needs attention.

See what color your eyes are in the mirror. Look at your eyelashes and eyebrows, the hair on your face and body. Take a look at your chest and your stomach.

Sleep naked. Atleast once a week. You might feel exposed, vulnerable, if you haven't done it before. But do it anyway. You will be amazed how easy it is to live with your body once you become comfortable with your naked body. You will realise there is actually nothing to be ashamed of. Because your body is an integral part of your life whether you accept it or not, now. You can't live without your body. Honor it. Love it.

Donot cause it any harm. Donot let others harm your body either. You are the God, Your Body is your temple. 

Eat your favorite food. Drink lots of water.  

Comb your hair and drink a glass of water before sleeping.

Say affirmations out aloud if it resonates, meditate.

Educate yourself about the wonders of your body. Learn about hormones and other vital parts of our body. Educate yourself about the parts of your body that you are most insecure about. Trust me, it helps a lot. (I begun to stop hating my skin color when I was just 15 years old, when my biology teacher taught us about melanin.)

Wear your favorite dress. It doesnot matter whether you wore it last week. It doesn't matter as long as you are comfortable with what you wear.

It's so simple, to love your body. And did you see the irony? Your body is asking you same thing you ask from others. Attention, love and care. Provide it. And see the miraculous ways it provides you back. 

(The pictures belong to their respective owners)

[purplehrts7]

Fresh In Love- A Loki FanFic

Chapter 1: Issues

Cheyenne was the "new kid" at her school as she had just recently transferred from her old one. Immediately, she could tell she didn't fit in with everyone else. Feather Heights High was a prestigeous school for the rich and Cheyenne was nothing of the sort. When the other students dug up some information on her, as she didn't talk much about herself or at all, they found out the only reason she was even attending the school was because her mother was the headmaster's new "plaything". That began the torture of her last year of high school. She figured afterwards, she'd move to another quieter place where she didn't have to talk to anyone. The worst of the bullying came from the girls in the Honors classes. Oh they hated her guts, not just because of her status, but because she seemed to attract the attention of the hottest guy in the school, Loki. Oh, he was definitely the heartstopper that everyone made him out to be but Cheyenne did everything in her power to stay away. Not because the other girls wanted her to, but because she never wanted to get involved with guys romantically. She never wanted to fall in love. Not after what it did to her family. However, it seemed Loki had other plans as he would never let her be. He'd tease her, give her surprise hugs, play with her hair, try to feed her... basically anything to get a reaction out of her but she wouldn't fold. At first, it was very annoying, especially after the bullying worsened  from the Honors girls. But when Loki found out she was being bullied by a group of Honors girls and a few boys, he made a public show of mocking each of them rather harshly. Ever since, he stuck by her side more so than before, daring anyone to step out of line while he was there. No one did. Deep down she appreciated his looking out for her but she knew it could never go beyond that. Or can it?

"Hey there, Shyness," Loki greets her as usual, calling her by his nickname for her. She gives him a small wave. " Thought I might have to come to your house and drag you out."She shakes her head. "Well, now that you're here, we can go to class." And right on cue, the bell starts to ring. He grabs her hand and interlocks his fingers with hers. She looks down wide-eyed at their joined hands and make to move away. However his grip on her hand tightens slightly so she can't move it away. Her panicked eyes reach his and he looks at her with that devilish grin that makes her face burn and stomach flutter. No, she scolds herself."Come, we'll be late. " He says, gesturing towards the class. She sighs and nods. His grin stretches to a full on smile as they start walking. He swings their hands between them happily until they reach the door. Once again she tries to break away before entering, but his grip is strong as he pulls her into the classroom. He leads her through a sea of seething girls towards two empty seats. One girl kicks her foot out, tripping Cheyenne so she falls forward. Luckily, Loki catches ber before she fell to the ground. After making sure she is okay, he turns to the girl and gives her a deadly glare. "Try that again, Jenny, and I'll-" " You'll what? Hit me?" she taunts. flirtatiously. " Yes, please, Daddy."The other students laugh and whistle at her comment.Loki just sighs. " Don't you have an ounce of decency and respect for yourself?"Jenny huffs. " What's your deal with her anyway?" " That's none of your concern."" Yeah, Loki, just fuck her already. She won't say no. " A boy in the back interjects, earning high fives from his buddies.Cheyenne sees the way Loki's body tenses up. "Raymond, I suggest you not speak of Cheyenne that way. I can ruin the reputation of Jenny and any other girl in this room... well what little they haven't tainted already. However, I will not hesitate to set you straight with my fists. That goes for any guy in this room."Cheyenne keeps her head down throughout the class and when the first bell rings, she darts out of the class. Unfortunately, Loki is close behind. " Cheyenne! Wait up for me!" With his long legs, it didn't take long for him to catch up. " What's the rush, Shyness?" She only shakes her head and keeps walking. " Did I do something?" he asks, grabbing her arm and yanking her to a stop. Again, she just shakes her head. "Well, what's wrong?"" Have to get to class. Bye."" We'll talk after."Cheyenne goes to the only class she doesn't have with Loki, and quickly walks to her seat at the back of the class. Instantly, she sees a rather descriptive drawing of what appears to be her cut up inside a trash bag. Underneath the picture, it reads in cursive letters, " Give him up or there will be consequences."Cheyenne looks around, hands trembling and lip quivering in fear. No one seems to be looking at her though she can swear they all have knowing smirks on their faces. She can hardly focus on the lecture as the beat of her racing heart drums in her ears. " Miss Reese. Miss Reese. Hello? Class is dismissed." Cheyenne blinks, then slowly starts to gather her things. Instead of going to her next class, she goes to the nurses office and tells the nice nurse that she's not feeling well. Afterwards, she's sent home where she hides in her room for the rest of the day.

[sonxofxgondor]

Sadness a companion to the overall happiness of their shared moment, there was a darkness in Eowyn that Boromir could recognize, for he had seen such within himself. Hidden behind cups filled with tea, dissolved sugars and droplets of cream, honey glazed cakes and whatever else laid for the taking upon the silver tray of samplings. Appeared only when before mirrors, reflection of the face most visible to tired eyes, desperate for decent rest, there was desire for battle. Never for the war - bloodshed was no more noble than a crime of any other sort - but for love. Devotion to land that was their own, total faith for friends that held their trust so true, shame was it for Boromir and Eowyn to be stuck as they were. Confined to the kindness of healers rather than the cause that called them both to the frontline. Depravity would not succeed. But neither would it be finished by the sword of Boromir or the quickness of Eowyn. That was for their friends to achieve.

Family more like, for all that had been considered and occurred, bonds between creatures so different would become unbreakable. Men and Elf the same when victory settled, Hobbit and Wizard as sacred as those united in lineage, pedigree woven together. Boromir could never contemplate otherwise. There was no chance for change. Judgement decided upon, and never to be amended, he was fettered to each of the Nine just as he had always been to Faramir. Just as he was to Eowyn. Protector to them until the last of his breath, the final draw, as was asked of Boromir and accepted, patiently would he wait for their return to him. Pray and kneel for their safekeeping; Merry and Pippin, Aragorn and Gandalf, too, Legolas and Gimli, Sam and Frodo. Would get better for their sakes - embrace was best when the body had its time to heal - would see them soon. Smiles to their cheeks, the sun warming the shirts on their backs, Eowyn beside Boromir underneath the doorway to the Houses of Healing.

Glorious would be that hour. And excitedly did Boromir wait for it.

"I did not get the opportunity to speak to him as I would've liked, nor had been blessed to know him as you did, but your uncle, King Theoden, was a Man worthy of his praise and honor. There will never be another like him. He was good, greater than all the wicked ways of Saruman. I am sorry for your loss, Lady Eowyn. Gondor and I grieve alongside you. If there is anything that we could do to ease your pain, anything that I could do for you, please, do not be afraid to ask." Boromir said, promise sealed forever in his words.

Boromir grinned, memories dancing around his mind like the winds nearest the open balcony, ruffled his hair and brushed it aside. "Oh, Merry. My dearest friend. His strength doesn't surprise me. Small he may be, he is as fast and as powerful with a blade as any Man double his size. Him and all of the halflings. Their people are strong, warrior-like when needed to be and every ounce deserving of the respect of others. Gentle creatures like them have no reason to be caught in the madness, and yet there they are, there they go! Frodo! Into the fires he walks. Bravely, to save not just himself, but the whole of Middle Earth. I am restless, too. I should be there in battle. Us, together, with our people! But here we find ourselves, together, instead. As the healers have ordered, I will do as they say, but it pains my heart. We should be with them."

"But I am glad to be here with you, Eowyn. There's none else who I would rather spend my hours with. No finer company could I have asked for in my time of recovery! What a fool I am. I am sorry, my lady. I have not asked how you are feeling. How are you? To have survived what you have, it is nothing short of a miracle, a testament to your person. Do you need anything? Shall I call the healers back? The Black Breath is cruel and unkind. Just as terrible as any battle fought upon land or sea. I do not want you to suffer more because of it. You have suffered enough. I am your friend, Eowyn. If you have need, of anything at all, please, do tell me. There is nothing that I would not do for your sake."

Éowyn smiled slightly as she took her seat opposite him at the table, though it did not quite reach her eyes—as so few of her smiles did in these troubled times. Nevertheless, she selected a small plate from the tray and then primly chose a honeyed cake to place upon it.

Gingerly, she pulled a piece of the cake away in her fingers and set it on her tongue, pausing to savor its sweetness before she started to chew and swallow. Listening to Boromir speak was, it turned out, quite as pleasant as listening to his brother. Though when talk turned to Faramir, Éowyn could not help but tuck a smile behind her hand, for this one surely reached her eyes.

It was clear to her that Boromir knew of the fondness that had been growing slowly between herself and his brother. The young Captain had all but made his intentions plain himself: He would court her, if she would allow it. She was, however, somewhat determined to keep him in suspense. At least, for now.

But once Boromir's tale had been told, he turned to her for hers, and Éowyn hesitated. She could tell him the heroic version: That she had stood between the Witch-King and her dear uncle and she had not balked. That she had struck the demon down single-handedly and without fear. Perhaps that was the story he anticipated her telling, but it would not be the truth, and she felt somehow that he would understand if she told him something real.

Éowyn took a breath. "In truth, the feeling I remember most keenly is fear." She did not grimace at the memory, however, there was a slight pinching between her brows. "The Witch-King and his beast were so vast, and it made me feel very small—but I could not allow them to desecrate my uncle, so I stood my ground before them nonetheless." A pause, as Éowyn sucked a drop of honey from her thumb, then she seemed to recall herself and reached for a cloth napkin to wipe her fingers on instead.

"And I fear I must now confess I did not do it alone. Merry of the Shire was there with me, and distracted him with an strike unlooked for. It was only then that I was able to deal the killing blow, terrible thing that he was." She paused, sighing. "It is hard to feel triumphant when I am stuck here now," she confessed, as she settled her napkin in her lap and reached out to fix her tea.

It was only once she had finished and taken a sip of her tea that she continued: "As for how it felt to see him fall... I wish that I could tell you: I was more than satisfied. But more so, I was relieved. And yet the fear lingered, as the Black Breath lingered on me after." Éowyn twisted the napkin between her fingers, idly, and without notice. "I should be satisfied, but I am only—restless."

Perhaps Boromir would understand, if the way he spoke of his travels was anything to go by. She thought he seemed as trapped by these walls as she'd been feeling. Forced by injury to remain behind while those they cared for rode to battle. It was maddening.

[clairenatural]

i had a dream that sam and dean took cas to an art museum and showed him all these paintings of angels and it was like that scene in vincent and the doctor and cas said these paintings are beautiful because they depict the angels as human when a true angel could never be described as anything but monstrous and i woke up crying

anon i love this SO much. i love it so much i had to write it. this is 1.4k, destiel, human!cas

They’re making their way out of the city, monster killed and day saved, when Castiel sees a poster, pasted up on the side of the plywood wall of a construction site. It’s an angel—he doesn’t recognize the artist, but he’d guess late 19th century. Be Not Afraid: a History of Angels in Art, it proclaims, the logo of the city’s largest art gallery tucked into the corner.

Castiel stares at it. The angel on the poster stares back, wings spread and staff raised. Valiant. Something in his heart twitches, but it’s hard to place. He still has his blade, tucked safely into the trunk with the rest of their frequently used weapons, and he never had wings like that; even the shadows, the ones they showed to humans, were simply the closest representation to the real thing possible in this dimension (his back aches anyway, dimly, his human body reacting to the loss as if they were real severed appendages. He ignores it).

Dean notices, because of course he does. He stops, because of course he does, and flags Sam down before his long legs can carry him too far ahead. “Hey. You good?”

Castiel isn’t sure how long he’s been staring at the poster, but it’s long enough that Dean is obviously concerned. “Hm? Oh. Yes, I’m—I’m fine.”

Dean nods but doesn’t move. He considers the poster. “Art gallery, huh?” he asks, avoiding the obvious elephant. Castiel appreciates it. He nods back.

“I’ve never been to one,” he offers, as explanation. It seems odd—he can remember the painting of the Sistine Chapel, he remembers watching with fascination as humans began collecting the smaller paintings into collections and museums, but he’d never been inside one. It hadn’t seemed necessary. Humans collect art in large boxes to remember their history, but Castiel has seen it all.

Dean seems surprised by this. “Seriously?” Castiel nods, and there’s a pause, and he’s about to turn and keep heading towards the car, and Kansas, and home, when Dean claps him on the shoulder and turns to call over his own.

“Sammy! How do you feel about seeing some art?”

“You want to go to an art gallery?” Sam sounds incredulous, and is closer behind him than Cas expected. He hadn’t noticed him retreat the half-block he’d managed to gain on them.

“Yeah, why not? Come on. What happened to ‘a little culture wouldn’t hurt, Dean?’”

"What happened to ‘I’ve got plenty of culture, eat your damn burger?’”

“It’ll be fun, Sam,” Dean counters. Something in his tone has changed. Cas doesn’t think too hard about it.

There’s a long pause, and Cas knows there’s some sort of communication happening he can’t hear or see. “…Okay,” Sam concedes. “Okay, sure. Yeah. Let’s go.”

So they do.

Dean makes a comment about “haven’t been in one of these since I was a kid,” before they all fall into the hushed silence of the museum floor. It’s nice—nicer than Castiel had expected. Not in aesthetics; the building is sleek, and modern, and the art is obviously beautiful. But it’s nice to be there. It feels almost Holy—humans, funny creatures they are, with their habit of treating their own culture with the respect of something divine. Creating houses of worship out of museums and libraries and living rooms. 

He wanders through the various exhibits but doesn’t really pay attention until he ends up in the exhibit from the poster. He’d managed to lose the Winchesters halfway through the photography exhibit, when both the brothers had gotten distracted. Castiel had continued onward anyway, on a mission, and by the time he finds himself walking into the angel exhibit he’s on his own.

He comes to a stop in front of one of the largest paintings in the room. It’s not the same angel as the poster. It’s several, actually, looking over what appears to be Mary and a baby Jesus. The angels are beautiful—smooth, flawless skin. They have long hair that looks soft, even in paint. They’re wearing white robes, and their wings are white and dove-like. None of these angels have several heads, rotating bands of fire, or thousands of eyes. They’re beautiful, but they aren’t angels. The human who painted this didn’t know that, of course—none of them did. Humanity was faced with the concept of divinity and conceptualized it as a version of itself.

“The real things ain’t as cuddly, huh?”

Dean’s voice startles him, which he hates, both because he hates being startled and because he’s still adjusting to Dean being able to sneak up on him.

“I was just thinking,” he starts, pretending he’d known Dean was there the whole time, “you paint us like we’re human.” Not ‘us’ anymore, he reminds himself, but he brushes that thought off. Not now.

Beside him, Dean snorts. “Yeah, well. If you’d told any of those Renaissance guys that the real angels are dickhead balls of celestial intent, they’d’ve arrested you for heresy.”

Castiel shakes his head. “No.” he pauses. “Well, yes. But that’s—” he turns to face Dean for the first time. He notices Sam over Dean’s shoulder, focusing intently on a painting a few feet away and obviously pretending not to listen.

“My father—God—Chuck,” he cycles through, which will never not be weird, “created us first, but not in his image. We weren’t worthy of that. Only you were. Humans, his perfect creation, modeled after their creator. But then—” he turns back to the painting and gestures to it. “You created us in your image. You thought about divinity and you couldn’t conceive anything more Holy than yourselves.”

Dean shifts. He tries for a laugh, but it comes out short. “Well, damn, Cas. Way to make a guy feel self-centered.”

Castiel turns back to him. He blinks. He frowns. That’s not what he means. “Most of my siblings thought so,” he agrees. “But I always thought it was an honor. Look,” He turns again and reaches out for the painting, only remembering a few inches from its surface to not touch it.  “This one has a lyre. You always paint us playing music. But music, art….these are human things, Dean.” He lets his hand fall, but keeps his eyes forward.  “We’re soldiers. They don’t teach us to play the harp in Heaven, they train us to fight. But these angels are…soft. Kind. Angels you trust to protect. The kind of angels people pray to, build churches to.” He looks back at Dean, who is staring at him with a frown. He holds his gaze, steady, and takes a deep breath before finishing. “I wish I was—that any of us were—worthy of being depicted this way. I wish we were the angels you paint us as.”

There’s a long pause while Dean searches his face, obviously trying to decide on the right reaction. If they were at home, Cas thinks Dean might reach out and hug him. Instead, Dean reaches out to clap a hand on his shoulder—he lets it linger there, and Cas knows what it means, so that’s okay, too. “For what it’s worth,” he starts, and his voice is softer than the last time he spoke. “You’re the closest thing to those angels that I’ve ever seen.”

It’s a nice sentiment, but Cas smiles sadly as he turns back to the painting. “I’m not any kind of angel anymore,” he points out, and tries his hardest to keep his voice neutral.

Dean squeezes his shoulder and tilts his head, trying to recapture Castiel’s gaze. “Hey. Look at me.” Reluctantly, he looks back over. “Your wings weren’t what made you a good angel, alright?” he brings his other hand up to poke into Castiel’s chest. “That was all in here.”

He sounds like he’s quoting the Wizard of Oz, and Cas wants to make a joke about that, but he’s also never wanted to kiss Dean more. He doesn’t, because they’re in a museum, and they’re still working up to that, but he makes a note to do it later. Instead, he reaches up and pulls Dean’s hand away from his chest, links it in his own, and squeezes.

“Thank you,” he says, and it’s earnest, and it’s for everything.

Dean smiles. He understands. He squeezes back.

[moemoemammon]

(Two things, 1. This is my first time requesting so I'm sorry if this is not the thing to do it, and 2. Sorry if somethings is misspelled or grammatically incorrect, eng is not my first language:p)

May I request some of the bros, specially Mammon, Luci and Satan, with a MC who's similar to Lucifer in some aspects (like, some of their manners are the same as his and sometimes they're little bit too strict) and after a while they discover that its bc MC is also an older sibling. And (only if you want) meeting their younger sibling, please 🙏

Btw love your works ♡♡♡

Lucifer Number 2~

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

It doesn't occur to Lucifer how similar the two of you are, but the first thing he realizes is how pleasant conversations with you can be. You both share common interests, your tastes suit his own, and you seem to be the only competent person in this house.

You're the responsible type, and he likes it. He'll sometimes find you scolding his brothers for their behavior too, and as amusing of a sight as that may be, he doesn't want you to be burdened with their idiocy.

AND you're the eldest sibling in your household? Cheers to that. You too know the weight of being the responsible oldest, and the role one must take to ensure their siblings grow up well. You too know that you'd rather your siblings have things easier than you did.

But there's one thing he finds annoying... You can NEVER speak your feelings, and act as if it’d kill you to do so. He can respect secrecy when it's appropriate, but Lucifer would like to know what's on your mind. Not only that, but you can be HORRIBLY headstrong. There's nothing that can stray you away from what you've already decided.

"MC, I request that you take a few days off from school to do as you please. I've already spoken with Diavolo and your professors, and you've been given an excuse. I know you'll study anyway, so I've dropped off your assignments in your room. But... you should rest. It isn't good for you to be pushing yourself so hard. Hm? You're calling me a hypocrite?"

Mammon

As if one Lucifer wasn't enough. Now there's TWO of em?! Why's his luck gotta be so lousy!

Definitely the first to realize how much like Lucifer you are, and was SHOOK. Seriously, what gives?! What horrors exist in the human world that could've made you like THAT..?

Ever since you showed up, it's been impossible to get away with anything! He can't sneak out of the house because you're always there somehow, you tattle on him when you catch him leaving anyone's room, and you won't even let him copy your homework! What gives?!

Avoids you like the plague. You're no fun! There's only rare moments when you're kinda okay, and he likes those the best. The times when you're kinda sensitive and you'll drop the high and mighty act. But then you're back to being a pest!

"For the billionth time, I ain't got time to study! There's money to be made, and a guy like me ain't gonna waste a second lookin' at a dumb book when I could be- H-Huh?! You're gonna call Lucifer?! N-now, there's no need to be so hasty, right? Oi!! I'm sorry, damn it-!"

Levi

What's the deal with Lucifer number two? As comedic of a trope as that may be, Levi doesn't really care for having two nagging types in the house. Especially a human...

When you're in his room, all you do is nitpick about how he should tidy up and open a window! Don't you know that an otaku's room is his pride and joy?! It's a sacred space not to be trampled on by the opinions of a normie!!!

But still... he has to admit that even if you don't get all the stuff he's talking about, you at least try to understand it. And there are even some of his interests that you're genuinely invested in!

You might be a pain in the neck and harass him about annoying things, but he guesses he can deal with it if you'll actually sit through a TSL marathon with him...

"I-I'll lend you this manga, so make sure you read it! And when you're finished with that, I'll lend you the spin-off series by the author's brother! I know you'll like it, since you're interested in gritty stuff. Oh, and- Huh? My laundry? Y-yeah.... I'll do that.."

Satan

You are... surprisingly good company. Satan enjoys talking to you over afternoon tea, and the two of you share stories between one another.

But still, he can't shake the feeling that there's something... unpleasantly familiar about your personality. It isn't until you say something that sounds suspiciously similar to what Lucifer would say that he realizes who you remind him of. And oh, he hates it.

Tries playing pranks on you, but somehow they never go to plan. How that is is beyond him, but you never fall for anything! No matter how sweet his smile, you're always rightfully suspicious. You're annoyingly meticulous about checking your surroundings, and you're so aware of yourself that it's troublesome! Be more gullible!!

The king of petty has decided that its now his life goal to make you fall for at least one of his pranks. He doesn't care how elaborate he has to make it, or how unrewarding the payoff may be. He'll make you pay for seeing his brother in two places at once.

"MC, would you like to join me this afternoon for a book reading? Though, I'd love it if you could read this book in particular. I think you'll find it very-.... Hm? 'Isn't this the cursed book that makes you grow hair all over your body', you ask? Ahaha.... tch."

Asmo

Come now, there can't be TWO killjoys in the house! That's way too depressing!! It was funny at first to see that there's someone who can match the scary Lucifer's energy, but now it's becoming a nuisance!

You won't even go to the countless parties he's invited you to! Hell, you barely even give yourself room to mess around a little? Isn't it boring being so tightly wound? You're in luck, because the adorable Asmo-chan knows the PERFECT way to let loose~

You'll RARELY let him close to you, and that's usually when you're tired of him harassing you. Then he gets the honor of playing with your hair while you've got no energy to fight back! He'll style it wonderfully for you!

Also nags you to take better care of yourself. You're not a demon, so you have to care for your health! These late night study sessions are giving you bags under your eyes! And stop taking on so many extracurricular activities!

"Geez, MC! I didn't think you'd die from overworking, but that's the path you're headed on! You really are like Lucifer, you know? That being said, I'll do my best to make sure you relax! Shall we begin~?"

Beel

Beel may not be too bothered by Lucifer's strictness, but that doesn't mean he's immune to it. To think that even a human can be like that...

It's nice to see that you can take care of yourself, but aren't you working too hard? Your grades are good and you've got many interesting talents, but you also have to properly rest.

Has started bringing you snacks on the regular. And don't even think about skipping meals, because he won't allow it. He'll literally pick you up and bring you to the table if he has to. And if you're staying up late to study? He'll carry you to bed. Don't try to protest.

Beel is your babysitter now and there's nothing you can do about it. It's good to be responsible, but don't think about trying to take care of everyone else if you can't care for yourself. Now eat these twelve meat buns he bought for you.

"MC, let's eat lunch together. I know you were going to skip because I heard you talking to Solomon earlier, and I won't let you. Ah, don't worry about not having money, because I've already bought you some lunch. Let's eat in the courtyard."

Belphie

NO.... IT CAN'T BE... THIS HAS TO BE A NIGHTMARE....HE WANTS TO WAKE UP....

You're such a drag. You harass him to attend student council meetings, but him about his studies, and won't let him avoid a single obligation he has. What are you, his mother?

Has 100% joined forces with Satan to try to make you fall for many, many unsuccessful pranks. Are you curse proof or something? When he tried a '10 hour bed-head' spell on you, it just rebounded right to him! Then he found out that you'd borrowed a spell repelling amulet from Solomon and realized just how prepared you are...

When you aren't bothering his entire soul by trying to make him do things, you're actually nice to talk to. You're knowledgeable, you pay attention to the people around you, and you can always read a room. He likes to ask you for advice sometimes.

"Aren't you tired of being like that all the time? So... attentive, I mean. You should just take a nap some time. Or better yet, take the week off. Maybe I'll teach you how to properly relax? Then you might finally be able to take that stick out of your- ow... What're you hitting me for?"

[darkdevasofdestruction]

My Beloved Cherry Blossom ~ Yamaoka Kazan/The Oni x Fem!Reader

Note: Since Kazan lived in the feudal era, and died there, his S/O would be someone from that time, so, just like him, she'd be dead, so the shock of seeing the dead back alive would be great for him...Who also died in a painful death. Haha.

"My son, you reached the age when you have to marry and ensure the continuation of our bloodline. Since you haven't bothered looking for a potential wife, I took the liberty of finding you a pretty girl. She is the daughter of a respectable samurai who guards the Emperor, and her father ensured she is a very capable, smart and understanding woman, so she will be able to deal with your...Temper." Kazan's father sat down with his son, who scowled, offended at what he heard, but despite all this, he was well aware of this bother he had to deal with. "...Yes, father." he muttered, sharply looking down at the floor. "We will go to meet her tomorrow, at her home, an in less than a month, we will have the marriage. I know you are not the type to care about families and women...But you have to do anything in your power to ensure the honor and survivability of the Yamaoka bloodline." yes, of course, his father just had to sigh in disappointment. "I understand, father. I will make you proud." Kazan answered before leaving the room to train, as a way to let out the pent up rage.

Who needed women and a family? He certainly didn't care about that. They were a nuisance. A weakness, at best. Father is too much of a sentimental, even for a samurai. What a ridiculous charade...

And his displeasure continued even the next day, as he dressed in a rich, official kimono, to show off his heritage, but at the same time, his long hair was put in a disheveled ponytail, rebel strands flying with the wind, and the neck of his outfit was lowered down enough to show his outlaw-ish predisposition. Needless to say, his father was angered by this side of his son - Surely, he taught him better! - But it was far too late, and they had already arrived at the L/N estate.

Just outside the big, beautiful house, a petite young woman, her long dark hair shining like ebony, her skin as white as snow...She looked so frail that she'd almost resemble a snowdrop. And she was delicately playing a soft, yet sorrowful tune on her bamboo flute, while her father put a pink flower in her hair, looking at her with nostalgia and love.

Kazan look at his own father, before glancing back at the girl whom he found out was named Y/N, and realised how big of a difference it was to was a son, compared to having a daughter. The difference in the two men's behaviour was huge.

He once heard a samurai, whose wife had just given birth to his daughter, "Treat your daughter the way you wish her husband would treat her." He didn't care at first, obviously - Kazan's mind was never on marriage - But now he was beginning to understand the meaning of his words, for they were wiser than anticipated.

Her father was tender, and treating her as if she was the soft petal of a cherry blossom, and his voice was low, loving and respectful, not wanting to startle her in any way...He was talking as if he was trying to keep the zen equilibirum intact at all costs.

The love between a man and a woman is supposed to be like Yin and Yang...

But how could Kazan possibly behave in such a way, when all he knew was to be a rageful brute who would destroy everything in his path in the loudest, brashest way possible?

"Ah, Yamaoka-san, you have arrived. And you brought your son with you. It's an honour finally meeting you, Kazan. Here, this is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, dear, why don't you go prepare some osmanthus tea for our tired travelers, while I guide them to our table in the cherry blossom garden?" her father pat her hair, and in return, she bowed slightly at the guests, offering them a gentle smile, that would put all of Spring's flowers to shame. "Yes, right away, father. I hope you will like our flower garden. Papa had them all planted in honour of my mama. They are all her favourite kinds and colours." ah, yes, of course. Women have a special kind of bond with their mother - That was something he would never be able to fully comprehend, Kazan realised very easily, by the way the girl was close to shining as soon as she talked about her birth-giver.

The son of the Yamaoka family obvious saw women before - He wasn't an idiot - And he had enough experience with them...But there was something different about this one. She was...So...Innocent? She seemed to naive and not from this world, almost as if she had no idea of the terrors of the world outside of her residence.

It was such an endearing thing, almost exciting - But the young samurai wasn't sure if he wanted to protect this innocent ignorance at all costs...Or if he wanted to shatter it into pieces and taint it completely.

But that question was easily answered as soon as she came back and started pouring tea for him. And then later in their marriage, the way she behaved so gently with him, it was so weird, so foreign to him, and yet, it made him feel something else...Something completely different from the bubbling, infernal rage he could feel in his chest all the time.

It was soothing, mending his soul completely, for some reason that he couldn't comprehend at all.

But why should he, anyway? He was content just having her by his side whenever he was home. Only she was able of taming the storm that clouded his mind and soul.

His little cherry blossom.

And only the Gods knew how many men he had to kill to make sure she isn't harmed, or prayed upon. He never realised how many desperate, disgusting, dishonorable and lecherous men could be, but Kazan wasn't going to let her see anything other than the honour of a samurai - Like him, his father, and her own father.

However, not even her gentle soul would be able to contain his rage whenever he'd hear that dreadful, shameful nickname they would call him.

"Oni-Yamaoka"

Why was he an Ogre, all of a sudden? Because he brought justice upon the fakes who made a mockery of the code of the samurai? Because he wanted to protect the sole person he cared for in this life? Even his father was against the aggressiveness he displayed on the battlefield, and in the actions he took...It almost felt like even his father was agreeing with that stupid nickname!

"Here, Kazan, lay your head on my lap and forget about your worries, at least for tonight." Y/N pat her lap with a sweet smile, her eyes gleaming with love and benevolence as she reached out her other hand to reach out to him, and as if possessed, he followed her lead absent-mindedly. "Y/N." Kazan called out after a few minutes of having his eyes closed, feeling himself relaxing as her fingers were soothingly playing with his long, untameable hair. "Why do you always tell me to lay on your lap, whenever I'm angry?" "Do you not like it, darling?" she asked, but the passive smile on her face showed that she knew that wasn't the case at all. "I do. I was just wondering why." he grumbled in a lower voice, which made her muse, her smile shaping into an almost kitten-like one. "My mama always did that to papa. She said that the best place for a man to relax is on a girl's thighs. I don't think she was wrong." oh, what a sweet giggle she had. It sounded crystalline, like a river of diamonds going through the forest. "...I won't comment on that." the man closed his eyes, not wanting to give in to the flushed sensation he felt hearing something so embarrassing. "You do not have to be embarrassed, my dear. We are man and wife. There is nothing we could do or say that would be worth or deemed as embarrassing." she reassured him with an amused tone, as her small hand touched his bare chest, just where his heart would be. "Why are you not afraid of me, like the rest of them? You are nothing more than a frail woman. You have the eyes of a baby fawn, and the frail bones of a rabbit. You are nothing more than a flower in comparison to me. I could snap your neck like a twig if I'm not careful touching you. And yet, you allow yourself to be vulnerable around me, and while at it, you encourage me to be the same as well. I will never understand the complexity of women and their thinking." the samurai sighed, grumbling in faux annoyance. "My, my, was that what was on your mind? How lovely of you to be concerned about me. Well, I will tell you a little secret, since you are so curious, but make sure it stays between the two of us, alright?" she giggle softly, almost like a little child kissing her crush on the cheek, and it made Kazan's heart flutter. Was she truly trusting him with a secret? What did he do so worthy to her that she deemed him the perfect candidate as a secret-keeper? "I would not dare tell your secret even to the Emperor himself, or my father." came the samurai's vow with such seriousness, that made the girl grin. "You see, women aren't physically strong like men are, but what we lack physical prowess, we make up for our incredible emotional strength. So, I believe that, at least in these times of war and bloodshed, a man's role is to protect the physical body of the woman, while the woman's role is to protect her man's heart and soul. Without balance, there is no future and no happiness, wouldn't you agree? If we don't make the best out of this life, and look at the beauty of the world...Then have we even lived at all?" there was wisdom in the words that Kazan deemed rather naive, and yet...What she said wasn't wrong, per se. In fact, it was true. He was well aware that, with his body, the best he could do was protect her, but he would never be able to sooth her broken heart the same way she does to him...And likewise, he remembered the mirthful laugh he let out when she tried lifting his weapon from the ground.

However, he wasn't going to say anything out loud, and decided that, instead of voicing his opinions, he'd rather grunt and close his eyes, letting sleep take over him, his head still resting on her soft thighs.

Maybe having a wife wasn't as bad as he once thought...

But times change fast - Years pass, lives pass, the river passes...And yet, only one thing doesn't pass, and that is Yamaoka Kazan's rage, which only grew stronger and stronger with each day, and each time he heard himself getting called "The Oni".

He was desperately angry, and not even Y/N's loving touch or sweet voice could save his soul, so much, that in fear of accidentally hurting her, he decided to stay out and train or go on and kill more and more samurai impersonators, hoping to somehow release all his anger and be able to return home.

He knew Y/N would be worrying for him, but she needn't do such a thing, it would only hurt her heart, and that was the last thing he wanted. He was strong, and feared - Who would dare go against Yamaoka Kazan, anyway?

The days away from home multiplied, and he was away for a stupefying month...Y/N must be crying, worried sick. He wasn't afraid of anything physical in this world, yet the thought of her doe eyes shedding tears...It was something he was terrified of, especially if he was the cause of that.

But on the way home, he found a pink lotus flower, and he thought she would love it, so he gently took it with him back home. It was raining, and an ominous feeling crept into Kazan's heart, and he realised there seemed to be an almost dark aura around his home.

It wasn't yet sleeping time, so why were there no candles lit? There was no sign of any living being there? Where were the servants? Where was his beloved Y/N, waiting for him on the porch, playing the flute the way she always did?

Something was not right...

The man rushed inside the house, and as soon as he slammed open the sliding door, he was met with nothing that he expected - Pools of blood on the floor, while the otherwise neutral-coloured walls were splattered with the red liquid, and the corpses of the servants were brutally mangled and thrown around as if they were defect ragdolls.

It wasn't the horrifying sight that scared him, but the fate of his wife - So he made haste and ran to their shared room...And there she was.

In more pieces than she should be in.

Her hair was a mess, her kimono was a mess, her make up was a mess...And she had been tortured, from the way her wounds, slashes and cuts looked on her body.

Who...? Who could do something so...So...Disgusting...To a defenseless woman who had no means of fighting back? Where was the honour in defeating a weak civilian, such as her? What was the purpose of this massacre?! Was it to anger him? To bring out the Ogre from him? Is it what they all wanted? To see The Oni they feared and hated so much? They got revenge on a small woman, just to get to him?!

"Ah, Kazan, finally. Took you quite a while to return home...I thought her body would rot away and get swarmed with maggots by the time you'd return. And what's that in your hand? A flower? Did you want to apologise to her with a stupid flower? You have caused my daughter immense distress, and yet, she loved you to the very end. You should have seen her cry out your name, praying for you to come back home and save her...But, alas, the Ogre is never home! He is so busy killing, that he didn't realise he killed his own wife! Hahaha! Yamaoka Kazan, you are a pathetic excuse of a man, you could never come close to her strength! I tried everything to get her to tell me your secrets...But she didn't say a word. She ignored me. In the end, she came to hate me, her own father, who cared and loved her since she was born...And she loved you, some spineless monster who knows nothing but carnage!" what...? What was this man saying...? Is he truly implying that he tortured his own daughter to death, for...Information...On him...? "What...Did you do...?!" red was the only thing he could see, as he couldn't help but stare deep into her dead eyes that still held the fright and agony they last felt when she was still alive. "I KILLED HER! I KILLED MY OWN DAUGHTER, Y/N! This whole marriage was meant to bring down your stupid family of brutes and uncontrollable monsters! It was meant to kill YOU! But she was stupid! Nothing more than a sentimental woman! She LOVED you, a monster who knows only bloodlust! It's YOUR fault that she is dead, Kazan! YOU killed her! YOU!" her father yelled at him only meaningless gibberish.

In fact, Kazan couldn't comprehend words anymore. Instead, he could only hear whispers - They were soft and feminine...They sounded like Y/N...Could her ghost be talking to him? Was she trying to calm him down one more time, from beyond this world?

Yes, you were a saint, truly...It was a pity you had to meet him...If you hadn't, you'd have still been alive...And your beautiful flute song would still resound around the forest, along with the thrill of the birds.

"I am sorry, Y/N" was the last thing Kazan thought...

As The Oni took over completely, and went on the greatest blood shed known to mankind at that time...

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What am I doing here...? What is this strange place...? It looks nothing like the beautiful flower garden Kazan made for me...So where am I?

The girl looked around like a confused meerkat, asking herself a limitless amount of questions, only to look down and realise her beautiful pink kimono was dirty with mud, and she gasped in shock. How could she let that happen! She can't let Kazan see her like this, what would he think?!

Ah, yes, that's it, just look around for Kazan, he'll surely know what's going on!

However, instead of finding her strong samurai, she saw three other people, all looking of a different race than her, and wearing such strange clothes...

Was she behind fashion, and she had no idea? She was sure she was buying only the best kimonos there were...!

"What are you just standing around for?! Run! We have to repair the generators!" a girl with unnatural coloured hair yelled at her before she sprinted the hell out of there.

Generators...? What are...Generators...? And why is this place so creepy...?

Hold up...This paper wall maze...This was from her home! Yes, that means she was close to home!

She ran through the little maze with a smile on her face, only to see one of the man working very focused on some kind of contraption, and he urged her to help him out. She sheepishly crouched opposite of him, frightened, but she carefully tried to do something, but instead, a loud noise and sparks came out, and she shrieked in fear, shielding her face as she fell on her back.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!" she cried out, her eyes watering. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you want to die that badly?! Get a grip and do something useful for once!" the man screamed in her face, before running the hell out of there.

Why were they all so rude to her...?

She was so used to her family, her servants, friends and Kazan to be nice with her, that she didn't realise people like these existed too.

A bit shaky, Y/N got up, trying to pat away the dust from her dirty kimono, and continued to look the estate...Only to find her home...But why was it in such a deplorable state...? Surely, she wouldn't allow her beloved home to end up like this...!

As Y/N made her way inside the home, she noticed the scary amount of blood splattered all over the place...Almost as if there was more red than colours of walls an the floor. It was so frightening...And confusing.

Who died here? And how in the world...I mean...She was sleeping, and then...

Oh.

Oh.

No.

She wasn't sleeping...

As soon as she stepped into her room, she didn't notice the blood on the floor, but the discarded pink lotus that laid on her pillow. As she crouched to take the flower in her room, she got a sudden flashback of her memories from the night she died...

She waited for Kazan, and the elderly servant woman was comforting her, pouring her tea and patting her back, as she played the same flute song she did when she first met beloved.

But then, her father paid her a visit...And a true hell was unleashed...

Her own father did something so atrocious...Such a betrayal was nothing she could ever phantom in her own life, and yet, her life was ended not by a stranger, but by her own kin.

As silent tears escaped her eyes and streamed down her delicate cheeks, a loud roar shook the whole estate, and the brusque blurting in the room of a huge man was enough to fright her to fall on the ground with a startled yelp.

And yet...

The raised weapon, the samurai garments he wore...And that Oni mask... There was only one person in the world who could look like this.

"Kazan...?" her voice came out weaker than a whisper, and she wasn't sure if he even heard her calling out his name. For a split second, she was terrified of the thought of that horribly enormous weapon striking her down where she stood, in her own bed, for the second time...And yet...

The monstrously big man dropped his weapon and slowly crouched in front of her, picking up the flower and putting it in her hair, pinning it away from her gorgeous face.

"Y/N...It really is you..." his voice came out as a dark grunt, in fact, in very much sounded like a demon, and yet, his moves and actions seemed more delicate than even this lotus flower.

The girl started laughing from happiness, allowing more tears to escape her eyes, being reunited with the love of her life, and she threw herself in her arms, feeling safer than she ever did in her life.

"I missed you so much, my dear Kazan...I missed you so...I can't believe such things happened to us...And yet, here we are, together again, even in death, even in hell." as she said that, she slowly took away his mask, and revealing his rugged face, obviously one of a man seasoned in war and tortured to death - She put her hand on his cheek, just as he used to do with her, and caressing him, she leaned in to plant a kiss on his forehead.

It was meant not only as a lucky charm, but as a 'home sweet home' as well, for there was no home without Kazan's arms wrapped around her protectively...

And there was no home without the petite body of his beloved S/O in his strong embrace, watching her fall asleep.

"I promise you never leave you again, my beloved cherry blossom." he said so, and yet, having been in this Hell longer than her, he knew of the atrocities she, as a Survivor, would have to endure, and the hell the Entity would put on the both of them.

And yet...

If anyone even dares to look at her the wrong way, The Oni would make sure that, no matter how immortal the Killer might be, he would bring an end to them.

He already lost her once, and he's not going to let a tragedy befall her ever again.

[ilovefinncole]

The Princess and the Blinder

Chapter 1: Tommy`s Orders 

Synopsis: After her father`s murder, Jessie Evans a young woman is under the Peaky Blinders’ protection, she meets the accountant Michael and he is in charge to protect her. 

Characters: Michael Gray, Jessie Evans, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Linda Shelby, Esme Shelby, Finn Shelby, Johnny Dogs, Ada Thorne, Lizzie Shelby, Jeremiah Jesus, Isiah Jesus, Curly, Charlie Strong and Henry Evans. 

Word count: 4,082

Part: 1/5

Warning(s):  English is my second language, swearing, sex, smoking, drinking and death.

Published: 12th April 2022

Author`s note: This fic is kind of inspired by Michael meeting for Charlotte Murray in Series 3 Episode 1, at Tommy and Grace`s wedding. I wanted to write something different. This is supposed to be set in 1929, but I have kept John and Esme and I didn`t want to not use John, I have pretended that he didn`t die in Peaky but he did, SADLY. 

Song recommendations for this chapter:

Ain’t No Grave - Anna Calvi

Red Right Hand - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Chainsmoking - Jacob Banks

Amnesia - Grace Carter

I’m a Peaky Blinder - Duke Luke and Otnicka 

The Gun cocks and is ready to fire, bullets were fired everywhere, bangs were heard and so were screams and shouts, one man was shot with blood on his body, he was a Peaky Blinder.

“Arthur, John, Finn pick him up, we've lost a solider today boys.” said the voice of Tommy Shelby, “All right Tom.” said Arthur. They picked him up, Tommy`s sapphire blue eyes were in one direction, the direction of a dead man. Henry Evans, an honorable and lovely man, who fought for his family and friends.

At his funeral, he was buried in a whicker coffin, his daughter Jessie was present, she had curls in her pretty blonde hair, it was short up to her shoulders, her lips were baby pink, her eyes were filled with tears and her eyes lashes were long and black.

She was skinny and pale, she was wearing a black dress, black gloves, black tights, black shoes and a black coat to match. She wore a black hat, she was paying respect to her late father. 

She put a rose and a cigarette on top of his coffin, he loved the smell of roses and he always had a cigarette in his hand. Tears ran down her pale face. 

After they buried him, the Shelby brothers walked over in her direction, “Miss Evans?” Tommy said, “Yes Mr Shelby.” she says, sobbing, she was obviously upset, it was a very sad day.

“I'm sorry for your loss, your father was a good man and I think he`ll be a good man in heaven, he was a very hard worker and did a lot for me and my business, he was the best of the best., you have our sympathy.” Tommy said, locking contact into her eyes.

“Thank you Mr Shelby, dad always admired you, he loved his job working for you and your brothers, I just can`t believe he`s gone, it doesn't feel real.” she says, sobbing some more.

“Come here, darling.” Tommy said, she walked towards him and they hugged, Tommy comforted her, he wanted to help her.

“Thank you Mr Shelby, thank you all for coming. Your welcome to come to the wake, there will be drinks and food, everyone is welcome.” she says.

“That's very kind of you Miss, we`ll be there, you look just like Henry standing there, you have his eyes and his nose, and his uh-” Arthur said but he was interrupted by John, “What Arthur is trying to say sweetheart is, you look just like him.” John says.

“Yes that is what I was saying, thank you John.” Arthur said, smiling. “Now I promised your father, that I`d protect you and look out for you and that is exactly what I'm going to do, you see Jessie your father once said to me, that if he`s gone before you get married to some poor boy then I`ll look after you.

Jessie, you have no mother and no man, no other siblings or any family still left in Birmingham, so your going to live with me in my house, in Warwickshire, its a big house its not as big as Buckingham Palace but it will do for you. What do you say Jessie?” Tommy says, offering to protect and keep her safe.

“Mr Shelby, that seems too much. I can save up and buy a house myself and I don`t need protecting from anyone, I get that your the Peaky Blinders but I can pull my own weight.” she says. 

“Everyone needs protecting Jessie, even us Peaky fucking Blinders, think about it. What Mr Shelby is offering here is something that you get given every day of your fucking life, he probably wont offer it to you again.” John says.

“Ok, I accept Mr Shelby, I`ll live with you in your big house in Warwickshire.” she says, with a sweet smile. “Good I`m glad that you have accepted my offer, I look very forward to living with you Jessie. Your dad told me once that you like to cook and clean, and you don't mind doing the washing up.” Tommy said.

“Yes that's right, Mr Shelby, it keeps me busy.” she says, Arthur chuckles and John smiles. “But where will I work? I don't have a job, the last job I had all us women had to leave, they couldn't afford to keep us so they chucked us out onto the streets with no job, some of us had no homes to go to and some of us-” she says but she was interrupted by Tommy.

“I know Jessie, your dad told me, I was there, we were there. But don`t worry i will find you a job, at my company, you`ll work for me. I could use another pair of hands around. We are in use of a woman who could be an accountant or you could make teas.” he says.

“I`d rather be an accountant that make the teas, I'm not a waitress you know Mr Shelby.” she says, he chuckles. “You have Henry`s sense of humor and that's what I like in a woman, shall we go to the wake then?” he asks.

“People used to say that if me and my dad were on stage in London then we`d be a duo in comedy, I think we shall go to the wake, I`m getting a bit cold standing here. If I'm not careful my legs will freeze and I`ll walk like a penguin in the snow.” she says.

John laughs, “Come in our car Jessie, sweetheart you can sit in the front.” John says. “Thank you John.” says Jessie, “Your welcome Jessie.” he says back to her. 

They all walk to the car, Arthur opens the door for Jessie so she can get in, “Thank you Arthur.” she says, “No problem Jessie.” Arthur says, he gets in the back with John and Tommy sits in the front with Jessie, and he drives away with them all in the car

Two days after the wake, Tommy enters Shelby Company Limited in his grey suit looking smart and handsome as the King of England. “Pol family meeting, Thursday at noon.” he says to her. “Another one? We only had one yesterday, what are you doing Thomas?” she says.

“Your up to something, I know you Thomas Shelby and I want to know what it fucking is?” she says, her hazel brown eyes lock with his sapphire blue eyes.

“Its important Pol that's all you need to know for now, have you seen John and Finn?” he asks. “There at the Garrison drinking with Johnny Dogs and his brothers.” she says. “Thanks Pol.” Tommy says, walking out of Shelby Company Limited.

He heads to the Garrison, to find John, Finn and Johnny who are drinking with Johnny`s cousins. He enters the Garrison, people are drinking and laughing, “Here he is Tommy, come and drink with us brother.” John shouts.

“Not now John, its midday. Its a bit earlier for you isn't it.” Tommy says, “No not since Esme`s up the duff again, I cant keep up with the number of kids we have these days, every fucking year she's up the fucking duff. She`s like a bird, she lays eggs each year.” John says, then he has a sip of whiskey, in a crystal glass.

“John I need you Finn and Johnny on Thursday at noon, for a family meeting in this fucking pub, don`t be late.” he says, “Alright Tommy.” John says, “Me as well Tom?” Johnny says.

“Yes Johnny you as well.” he says, “But I`m supposed to be burying some gypsy from Ireland on Thursday, the widow wants her husband to be married in a forest how I am supposed to be there and here at the same fucking time? Huh?” he says.

“Johnny just come to the fucking meeting.” Tommy says, “Alright Tom I`ll come to the fucking meeting, but Mrs Edwards is going to be upset.” Johnny says, “I really don't care Johnny.” Tommy says. “Well I do Tom, I care.” Johnny says.

Tommy leaves the Garrison and has a cigarette outside of the Garrison, he goes to a telephone box and calls someone. “Tommy, is that you?” Arthur says.

“Yes its me Arthur, where are you brother?” he asks. “I`m with Linda in bed, well I was in bed, I'm up now. What do you want Tom?” Arthur asks, he was in the middle of sex with Linda.

“Family meeting Arthur.” Tommy says, “When?” Arthur asks, “Thursday?” Tommy says, “Time?” Arthur asks, “Noon” Tommy says, “Where?” Arthur asks, “The Garrison Arthur and don`t be late, and bring Linda. Her religious past could come quite useful.” Tommy says.

“Alright Tom, I`ll see you Thursday brother.” Arthur says, “Yeah” Tommy says, he puts the phone down and walks out of the telephone box. “Arthur, who was that?” Linda says in bed, she`s out of breathe. 

“That was Tommy, he wants you at the family meeting on Thursday in the Garrison at noon.” Arthur says, “Why? What does Tommy need me for Arthur? He wants me to read the bible or talk to him about the Indians or the Jews?” Linda says.

“No he doesn't want none of that, he says that your religious past could come useful, so you`ll be there with me.” he says, he stands in the doorway of there bedroom.

“Right are you coming back to me then solider?” Linda asks, “I am Princess, I am.” Arthur says, she giggles, he gets back into bed with him, then continue to have sex in there bed in there house.

In London, Ada is at her house with Karl here teenage son, the phone rings as she`s reading one of her favorite books, this one is called  The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie. Its one of her favorites, Ada loves reading. “I`ll get that Karl.” she says, after she hears the phone ring.

“Alright mum.” he says in his teenage voice, he`s wearing a navy blue jumper, with a white shirt, a navy tie, black trousers and black shiny shoes, he goes upstairs, and she answers the phone.

“Hello Ada Thorne.” she says, “Ada its me, I need you in Birmingham Thursday at noon we're having a family meeting don`t be late.” Tommy says, “Tommy I`m sorry but I cant, I've got Karl and I've-” she was interrupted by him.

“Don`t be late Ada.” he says, he cuts her off, “Fuck.” she says, “Mum is everything ok?” Karl says, “No Karl it isn't, look how would you fancy a trip to Birmingham? Lets call it a holiday.” she says. This brings a smile to his face.

“Sounds good I`m in.” he says, she walks away back to her book in the living room and he walks back upstairs. 

Tommy knocks on Michael`s office door, “Come in Lizzie.” he says, “Actually its me Michael.” he says, “Hello Tommy, is everything alright?” he asks. “Yeah, come to the Garrison on Thursday at noon, I'm holding everyone together for a family meeting and don`t be late Michael.” he says

“Of course Tommy, I`ll be there.” Michael said, he drank the rest of his whiskey that was in his crystal glass and Tommy left Shelby Company Limited. He carried on with his work that he was doing for him.

At Charlie`s yard, Tommy walked down the dusty path to him. “Hello Tommy what brings you here then?” said a cheerful Curly, “Hello Curly, is Charlie about?” Tommy asks.

“Yeah, he`s coming now look.” said Curly, “Good, hello Charlie.” Tommy says, “Tommy.” Charlie says, “I need you both on Thursday at noon in the Garrison, were having a family meeting, don`t be late.” Tommy said. “Alright Tom.” said Curly, they got back to work and Tommy left the Yard.

Thursday came and Michael watched the clock in his office at Shelby Company Limited turn to noon, then he got out of his chair, put his blazer and coat on and his hat and drank some whiskey in his crystal glass and left for the meeting.

Everyone was there, Linda, Esme, Lizzie, Polly, Ada, Curly, Charlie, Isiah, Jeremiah, Johnny. Finn, John, Arthur and Tommy, Michael was soon to arrive for the meeting. “Where the fuck is Michael? Isn`t he supposed to be here by now, its gone noon?” Finn said. 

“He`ll be here Finn, I know my own son.” Polly said, while looking at Finn and Tommy. “He`s running late again, your son needs a watch Polly, he`s a fucking bastard.” Esme said, looking arrogant and crossing her arms.

���What did you just say about me son, Esme?” Polly asks, Esme didn`t say anything she was silent, “That`s what I thought Esme.” said Polly, “Just leave it yeah Esme, we get it, he`ll be here.” said John.

“Why don't we start Tom?” said Charlie, he was sitting with Curly and Johnny in the corner of the Garrison, then Finn with sitting with John and Esme, Polly was sitting with Linda and Lizzie, Tommy and Arthur were standing up and Isiah and Jeremiah sat on stools.

“Yes, lets start now the first thing I have to say is this-” Tommy said, but he was interrupted by Polly, “We're waiting for Michael, Thomas don`t start yet.” said Polly. “Polly he isn`t here yet, lets start” said Arthur.

“Fine” she said, “Good I called for a meeting because I have some news, you all must of heard by now that one of our men has died, Henry Evans he was a good man, he worked hard for us all and was a dear friend, so lets all raise our glasses to Henry. Henry Evans.” Tommy said.

He held his glass which was half full of whiskey in it, “Henry Evans.” everyone said together, Tommy placed his glass down on the bar, “The second this is, Henry has a daughter called Jessie, she`s twenty one, she has no job and no other family left, so I promised to Henry that I`d protect Jessie and she`ll work for me at Shelby Company Limited, she`ll be an accountant.” Tommy says. 

“She`ll take Michael`s place then, Tommy you can`t. My son has worked his arse off, for this job, he`s been there for the last eight years you can`t do this to Michael.” Polly said. “Michael will still have his job Pol, I need another accountant.” 

“Jessie, the blonde girl, she used to come to the library in London, she`s sweet I remember her.” Ada said. “Yes that's Jessie Ada, Finn bring in her in.” he said.

Finn stood up and walked to the door on the left, and opened it. “You can come in now Jessie, Tommy and everyone is waiting for you.” he said to her, “Thank you.” she said.

She was wearing a light blue dress, with a white collar, black shoes, a light blue hat, red lipstick, light blue earrings and white gloves and a tanned coat with dark brown fur around it. 

She walked in slowly, Finn shut the door and all eyes were on Jessie, “Come in darling.” Tommy said, he could tell that she was nervous, she walked over to him and they hugged.

“Everyone this is Jessie, Evans.” he said, with a smile, everyone looked at her like she was a famous actress, but she wasn`t, she was a Peaky Blinder`s daughter, some of them smiled and some of them didn`t.

“Hello everyone, thank you Mr Shelby, for welcoming me into your family, how can I repay you?” she said, with a grin.

“Welcoming? Oh darling, your not a part of this family, yet.” said Polly then she laughed, “I`m sorry I shouldn`t of said that bit, I`m sorry Mr Shelby, my apologizes” she said, “Don`t apologize Jessie, Polly please respect Jessie. She`s our guest.” he says locking his sapphire blue eyes into her hazel brown eyes.

“Alright, welcome Miss Evans.” Polly says, “Thank you, its lovely to meet you all.” she says, “I`m Ada, we've met before Jessie in London, at the library I used to work out, you loved reading the history books” Ada says, “Yes I remember you, those books were so interesting to read thank you Ada.” Jessie says.

“This is Linda, Esme and Lizzie, they all work for me, Linda is Arthur`s wife, John is Esme`s wife and Lizzie is my secretary.” Tommy says, Lizzie looks sad. “Hello.” Jessie says, “It`s nice to meet you Linda, that's a nice necklace.” Linda says.

“Thank you, my father bought it for my eighteenth birthday, it was the best present that I've got, he`d hate me if i lost it.” Jessie says back to Linda, “It`s lovely, Arthur bought me one just like it for Christmas last year, but It was pink.” Linda says smiling at Arthur, he smiles back and Jessie smiles.

Esme and Lizzie just smiled at her, “In the corner is Curly, Charlie and Johnny, Curly is one of the best stable boys there is in this world, Charlie is like my Uncle, he has his own yard and Johnny is my friend and he works for us.” Tommy said.

“Its nice to meet you Jessie.” Johnny said, “Thank you Mr Dogs.” she said, “Please call me Johnny, everyone does.” he says, he winks at her with a smile. “Ok thank you Johnny.” she said.

“That`s a nice coat.” Curly said, “Ah thank you.” she said, “Welcome Jessie.” said Charlie, “Thank you” she said to him. 

“Then over there is Jeremiah and Isiah, there father and son, Jeremiah is a preacher and Isiah is one of us.” Tommy said, “Welcome Jessie, I`m Jeremiah.” Jeremiah said. “Thank you Jeremiah.” she said, he smiled. “It`s nice to meet you darling, I`m Isiah and if you ever want a drink I`m available.” Isiah said smiling.

“Thank you, I`ll have to let you know.” she said, “Sure.” said Isiah. “You`ve already met John and Finn, two of my brothers and you've also met the other one Arthur.” said Tommy. 

“Hi I`m Finn, nice dress and coat.” said Finn with a smile, “Thank you Finn, its nice to meet you, hello again John.” said Jessie, “Alright Jessie?” said John, “Yeah thank you.” said Jessie. 

“Hey Jessie, do you drink?” said Arthur standing behind her, “Uh yes I do but only whiskey, I don`t like to drink scotch or champagne.” said Jessie, “Right come and have some then, love, here you go one whiskey for you.” Arthur said in his loud voice.

“Thank you Arthur.” she said, she drank the whiskey out of a crystal glass that had Shelby on it. “It says Shelby on it, I don`t think I`m supposed to drink out of this.” she said.

“Well your a part of the family now Jessie, you drink out of that.” Arthur said, “Oh thank you Arthur, I`m not quite a Shelby, I`m an Evans.” she said, “Your a Shelby when I say your a Shelby, Jessie.” Tommy says.

“Thank you Mr Shelby.” she says smiling, “I`d prefer it if you called me Tommy, or Thomas or Tom if you like, it just makes things easier.” he says, “I will.” she says.

Then Lizzie, Ada and Linda got up from there seats and started talking to Jessie and they all laughed together, Polly looked at Tommy with a stare and he looked back then Esme came over and joined the conversation, Jessie and Ada hugged.

Then Michael walked in, “Sorry I`m late Tommy, I got held up.” he said, then Jessie turned his eyes to him, then he turned his eyes to her. “Who`s this woman Tommy?” Michael asked.

Ada, Lizzie, Linda and Esme sat back down in there seats. “Michael this is Jessie, Henry Evan`s daughter.” Tommy said, “Oh I`m so sorry to hear what happened to your father Jessie, It`s horrible, you have my sympathy.” Michael said.

“Thank you, Mr Gray.” she said, “Please, call me Michael.” he said with a smile, “Ok thank you Michael, It`s lovely to meet you.” she said, “The pleasure is all mine.” he says, they shake hands with each other, Jessie couldn`t help but be drawn to Michael, he was a stranger but to her he was something else.

“Jessie will be working as an accountant at Shelby Company Limited, Michael, she`ll be working with you.” said Ada, “Oh really?” he asked. “Yes.” said Jessie, “Well I'm looking very forward to working with you Jessie.” Michael said, “And I you Michael.” said Jessie.

Polly watched them, she inhaled a cigarette and watched Michael the whole time, “What`s the matter mum?” he asked, “Nothing Michael, what do you think of the girl?” she asked him, she whispered to him.

“She`s nice mum, I don`t really know her but she`s alright, she`s pretty, why?” Michael asked, “No reason Michael, no reason.” she said, he inhales a cigarette and she inhaled another cigarette, she watched Jessie talking to Tommy and Arthur

A few hours later, Tommy and Jessie walked down the streets of Birmingham and into Shelby Company Limited, “Now this is my business Jessie, Shelby Company Limited, you will start work here tomorrow, but today I want to show the ropes, show you some people and you show where everything is and how everything works. Alright?” he says.

“Yes Tommy.” she says, “Good, Lizzie?” he says, he calls Lizzie over, “Yes Tommy?” she said. “Please show Jessie, your desk and what you do?” he says, “Yes Tommy, its lovely to see you again Jessie.” she says.

“Thank you, its nice to see you again too Lizzie.” Jessie says, “I`m Tommy`s secretary, I do the phone calls, organize meetings and the typing, Tommy even bought me a typewriter for it, they come handy in my job. I hear your going to be working with Michael as an accountant.” she said.

“Yes I am, I`m a bit nervous to work with him but, I think I`ll be looked after here.” she said. “Don`t worry Jessie, Michael is lovely, you`ll be fine and I`m sure he`ll look after you. Tommy I've got work to do, I`ll see you later Jessie.” Lizzie said.

“Thank you.” Jessie said, Lizzie smiled at her and glared at Tommy, she got back to work. Tommy and Jessie walked through Shelby Company Limited up until Michael`s office, Jessie looked terrified as she`s nervous about Michael, she has mixed feelings about him. 

Tommy knocked on the door, “Come in.” Michael said, “Tommy its you, oh hello Jessie.” he said, smiling. “Hello Michael, its lovely to see you again. I like this room, is it your office?” she asked, nervously.

“Yes this is my office.” he says. “Oh, its lovely. I like the wallpaper.” she said, “Yes so do I my mother chose it.” Michael said. “Michael, I`d like you to show Jessie where everything is, I need to go to London with Arthur, John and Finn, there`s some trouble up there I need to go and sort it, I`d like you to stay at the house with Jessie. I`ve booked a holiday for Lizzie and Charles there going later tonight, Its your job to protect Jessie and if you don`t protect her I will know.” Tommy said.

“Ok Tommy, how will I get here every day?” he says, “You can drive there Michael or get the train from Warwickshire to London then to Birmingham, but just keep her safe Michael.” Tommy says.

“I will Tommy, I`ll keep our guest safe, you`ll be fine with me, Jessie don`t worry I`ll protect you.” Michael said, inhaling another cigarette, he inhaled slowly. “Thank you Michael, but I really don`t need protecting I can protect myself.” Jessie said.

“Everyone needs protecting at some point Jessie.” Michael said, she looked into his sea blue eyes. “Thank you Michael, I`m counting on you, I`ll see you soon Jessie I won`t be in London for long, just a couple of days then I`ll be back.” he said.

“Thank you Tommy, I am very grateful for this job and for everything that you have given me.” she said. “I know Jessie, your welcome. Michael.” he said.

“Goodbye Tommy good luck.” Michael said. Tommy smiles at Jessie and she smiles at him, he leaves and Michael inhales another cigarette, the smoke fills the air all around him.

“Welcome to the team Jessie.” he said with a smile, “Thank you.” she said. He smiled at her as he sat in his chair.

She felt uneasy, she has fallen for Michael`s charm and smiles, he must protect on Tommy`s orders.