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thebottomfromhell · 4 months

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can i please request the upper moons +muzan falling for a human female reader please? i kinda wanna see how they treat reader different ( cause akaza don’t hurt women)

Ok, female version of this post, then. Again, it won't be pretty, Reader being a woman instead of a man won't make most of these guys act much different, since the reaction was more focused on Reader's humanity than the gender/sex. But they would feel it very differently, considering that this guys would be sexist AF (reminder that being sexist is more than hitting women).

For this time I will not be adding Muzan for tha sake of making something more abour him later (Sexism is an important topic for this prompt, and I am still figuring out how to make traist of his) sorry for that. :''/

Uppermoons reaction of falling in love with Human Female Reader

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Reader's death, Cannibalism, Yandere behavior, Mentioned torture, Non-consented body modifications (becoming a demon), Implied non-con sexual content, Predatory-animalistic behavior, Münchausen syndrome, Vore elements (not in a kinky way), Implied child abuse, Typical sexism of the time period, Mentions of menstrual period, And Each of these is a warning on their own.

Gyutaro (ft. Daki):

First things first, Daki loathes you. She sees you as hag trying to steal her big brother away from her. Good luck so she doesn't kill you.

"I have my eyes on you, you whore! I'm watching!" .... brats.

Meanwhile, Gyutaro knows he likes you but he doesn't want to acccept it. Liking a human? It's acary, a weakness against other demons and slayers.

Also, he is sure you won't want him, an ugly freak with a lady, what a laugh! He can't trust you, specially if you say you want him back. It's a lie.

He doesn't know how to behave with you, the only person he ever loved was his sister, and he was never able to tell her "no", and he is sure he won't be able to say it to you too. That is scary.

You have a lot of power over him, he protects you, takes care of you, obeys you when you tell him something, but he stays away most of the time.

He looks at you, yearning, to the point it's obssesive. You never leave his head.

Daki, because she has been also looking, knows if you do something, threats and destroys your things, protective over Gyutaro.

"Daki, ne... cut it off." "BUT ONII-CHAN!"

Make a move yourself, or this will continue until you die, since Gyutaro will also protect you from his sister, but won't be able to stop her completely. She hates you.

He won't force you to anything, respect you, understand you have it hard as a woman without him, so he won't hold it against you id you want to leave. Or at least he will try not to.

Still, against him? You will always be free.

Gyokko:

Gyokko is fast to figure put what he wants you to do, that he wants you to stay, even if it takes a bit more time to figure out how he feels about you.

You fill his taste, there is no mistake, and his tastes are the best. So he makes sure to praise you almost as much as his ability to choose.

"You are beautiful, no canvas can compare to you. Look at yourself and tell me I am right, that you don't deserve my praise and attention."

He will teach you a bit of his arts, even if he doesn't really expects you to learn in the same "profesional" way he does. Art for women is a hobby, and if it gets as far to be a job then they must abandon the idea of having husband and children.

Then again, he is not a husband, and having him gatting you away from human standards and society might give you the chance to be a true artist.

He eats parts of you as punishment id he thinks you crossed the line, but he is more lenient he would be if you were a man. "Woman are more fragile and hysterical, of course you I need to be understanding."

3 strikes is a foot in his mouthes, 6 to the knee, 9 all the leg. You can only have so many strikes before becoming more a burden than you are worth, without limbs.

You can beg for him to turn you or die, neither way he will make a piece of art of your body before your death. You will be sublime no matter what, but life will only come with begging.

He will make you stay awake through the pain, he will open you up a hole in your stomach, mold it into a form that represents the new birth. He will take away your organs, use your blood as make-up, dress you up nicely in red and white.

He won't even take a bite off as he pours his blood in the new hole, making you his forever.

Hantengu:

He cowers away at the slightlest chance of falling in love.

He disappeared, almost from thin air. Hiding... from a human... Upper 4 for you, ladies...

He comes back to cry about it, sobbing and sometimes hurting you with his clwas by accident as he grabs you.

He had several wives in his life as human, he knows how to treat them, or at least he should know, feeling pressured.

Why can't he just treat you like he treated them? Why is he so scared? He knows he is not doing it right but he can't bring himself to be charming and behave as a gentleman.

He is aware of his flaws, and id terrified with the idea you will leave him for it, even if he is not around most of the time, coming back and forward, comes to cry and then leaves.

Are you food? Are you beloved? Are you useless? Are you beautiful? Are you conforting? Are you nice? Are you about to die because of him? Are you going to reject him?

He will stab you in your sleep, or in an argument, he killed wives during those before. All with a knife instead of his abilities as a demon.

He didn't have to be a demon to kill women and children, and he is really sorry, but you had to die for his sake.

Sekido:

Ok, you have three seconds before shit explodes, so if you run you might save yourself.

3... 2... 1... "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!" There it is, that is all it took him.

A few days he kept think of you and he knew... you fucked up. You must scape until he calms down.

The fact that a fragile human, a defenceless woman, can make his heart beat faster and his face blush is simoly embarrasing. He hates it, it makes him angry, it makes him feel vulnerable.

The other clones are your best bet to get it this far, go for Karaku, he will keep you alive only for the sake of teasing Sekido.

Both of you know you will die, the more the likes you, the worse he will feel, and he will take it out of you.

You are just a human, you won't be able to survive him unless you become a demon, but he will not accept your refusal. He won't even tell you.

The relationship becomes stable in your new form, he just bites your neck and opens his wrist with his nails to transform you.

"Don't you dare trying to get away from me, woman."

Karaku:

"Gonna rock your body all night, it's lust at first sight" - probably Karaku if he knew Chris Crocker.

That is your chance for survival, and you take it, making him chose lust over gluttony.

He does threat of getting rid of you, but he makes sure to get you money, besides the flirting and gifts, considering he is aware he basically ruined your chance of a married life. He teases you about it when he feels cruel.

He makes sure to pleasure you, even if you don't want to, you don't get to make that choice.

It does take him more years than if you were a man to realize this is not normal lust, but that he is romantically attected to you.

He decides to transform you into a demon, doesn't warn or ask, when he realizes it.

He does it during sex, he bites you, moaning against your new wounds and the taste of blood. He will open his neck for you.

He will offer yourself to you once you wake up as a demon, memories lost and replaced with hunger and thirst. Not remembering the cold feeling of losing blood against his skin.

"Hey love~. Spend the night with me, will ya? I am all yours now, show me what you can do with it~."

Urogi:

Good news, Urogi doesn't want to hurt you.

Bad news, Urogi will hurt you anyway.

It's not even on purpose, he just gets carried away when he plays with you. He is not the most aware of the clones, so playful scratches and bites become dangerous.

He chases you sometimes, always wants attention, to play with you.

He likes to stay with you while you sleep, cuddling against you, sometimes you find him smelling around your scrotch when you are in your period, keeping his face around the area like a dog...

He gets bored of your limitations rather easily, so he decides to try to turn you i to a demon, consecuences be damned.

The last straw is a night when you have your period, the bited part of your legs your thighs, excited in different ways by the scent of ruined blood and vagubal fluids.

Then he will bleed into you, biting his own wrist off, feeding you chunks of his arms after spreading the blood over you.

He will chew and feed you mouth to mouth if it troubles you, only wanting to play with you, the new demon you.

Aizetsu:

His priority is that you are human.... and again, he is rude and hurtful about it.

"It's so sad for both of us. You can't be enough for me just like I can't be what you need. Pathetic." This bit-

Just a heartbeat put of place and knots in the throat were enough for Aizetsu to figure it out, and he didn't like it.

Humans are meant to die, besides, he can't be the husband you would need.

Still, he takes the chance of comfort, to pretend for both of you. He manipulates you into feeling pity for him, and that is how the relationship is formed.

He does kill you, painless and softly conforting you first, the second it becomes a problem.

He will also let you have your last words and wishes, will tell you that he wishes he could have been husband material for you.

He makes a memorial, kisses your corpse goodbye before leaving you behind.

"This is so sad."

Nakime:

Truth be told, she is not surprised.

She can see the appeal in you, she has always prefered women over men, Muzan being the exception, even if he is the exception of many things.

Nakime is very lenient with you, she understands that, as a human, you are more fragile than her, so she must treat you carefully.

She would not put you above Muzan, but she takes care of you, gives you gifts, spends time with you, praises you. You are a lovely lady to her.

Still, unless he approves she will not be transforming you. If he does, she will without any second thought or opinion.

The breaking deal is the next one, she kidnaps you for a while and the leaves you safely at your home. She controls all the interactions.

Why should she listen to you? She adores you, but you are still a human, nothing worth her obedience.

She would not kill you, no matter what. The only way you could die like this is suicide, age or ilness.

Then again, at the end Muzan decides to let her turn you, so he bleeds into a cup and feeds you ger blood, not letting you out until you do.

Akaza:

It starts when Akaza accidently calls you "Koyuki..." the first time you met. He fell hard and fast, and in a painful way.

He begged you to stay, not really knowing why. He cried, grabbed your legs as his knees stayed on the floor.

He needs you, craves for you, to the point of obsession. It takes him a while for him to realize he could turn you into a demon, because part of him venerates the image of a human girl with pink eyes and cheeks.

He can't hurt you when you deny him, but he wants to. He needs to, you have to understand why you should want to be a demon. Why you should want to be forever young, strong and healthy, to stay in the way things were before the poison in the well.

At the same time, he wants to take care of you, and he starts inviting himself to your house, doing the chores and watching you sleep.

He doesn't understand why he is always cheking your temperature and if you are breathing correctly, there is something relieving but also off putting when you always are ok. As if you should be sick.

Maybe part of him wants you to be sick so he can take care of you, but he can't hurt you.

You can't get rid of him, no matter how much you try, he always ends tucking you to bed and forcing you to stay in there until you sleep. He never listens, always treat you as if you were fragile and sick.

He learns how to make your favorites, cleans the house and laundry, starts getting money and pretends to nurse you, even if you don't have anything.

He doesn't know how to feel when you die of age, it's the only way you could die like this, but he breaks. Again.

Sometimes he still calls you Koyuki.

Douma:

Douma starts comparing you with Kotoha and his mother, he is quite vocal about it.

He tells you how silly you are, that his mom and Kotoha were the same, but each of you had your charm.

Yes, "had". He mostly talks about you in past tense, ge is planning to eat you soon. Kotoha almost scaped him and his mother became "too irrational, killed my father with a knife but poisoned herself" with time, so he wants to spare you the chase.

He talks about your face, your eyes, your hair and skin, mostly, he does things he did with Kotoha, hoping to make you laugh. Simple pleasures, not meant to last.

Both women left him, he is 100% sure you would if he gave you the chance, so he doesn't. He kept you by his side for some months, at most.

You are fun to be with, and he is sure he is fun to be around with too... maybe. Not that it matters, you don't really have a choice. Your words against his.

Also, turning you into a demon would give you the chance to run away while he is in a meeting with the other moons. How silly and stupid would it be from him!

He has made his mind to eat you the second he notices that, whatever he is feeling, this lust hunger, this craving, is like Kotoha's.

Because of his experience with her, he will make sure it's in his room, to make it right this time. Also, he will break your leg first, so you can run, coveribg your mouth and cooing you as you try to scream.

He will eat your tongue and lips first, complimenting the taste and texture, in a soft kiss, not really caring if you want it or not. That way you won't be able to formulate your screams for help.

He starts eating you from below, wanting to finish with your head and eyes since he had to blow Kotoha's. He doesn't want to repreat the regret of ruining such a pretty face.

Douma takes his time with you, talking softly and gently, praising you you taste and feel in his mouth, praising how you look.

He is more than satisfied after he finished, stomach full and you forever inside of him. Lovely.

Kokushibou:

This is the first time in his life that he wants the attention of a woman that isn't his mother.

He never felt attracted to women (or anyone, even if he always felt more in place sharing his life with other men), his wife included, he married her as his duty of producing heirs.

Having a woman by his side has always been a responsibility at best, a chore at worst.

But he wants you, and he can't understand it. It's new and confusing, that is the only reason he notices a few days after he catched feelings. Because loving women, wanting women, it's not normal for him.

He watches you, even yearns for you, but his pride and confusion don't make him do anything.

He blames you, resents you, calls you "a temptress" in his mind. What have you done to him? At least he doesn't conpare you to his his brother, but his other relationship with women don't let him relate you to a pleasure.

You are also human, meant to die like his mother and wife did, meant to be remember just as someone's husband and mother. Why are you stealing his attention, then? There is nothings special about you.

But this way it's easier to pretend he doesn't care the moment you die, easier than with Yoriich.

You are lovely, he keeps you around, but besides that? You are just a woman. A pause from his life as a samurai demon at best, a distraction at worst.

He will resent you after you die, but he will also forget you the same way he forgot about the other women in his life. There are only two people in his life with any importance, one was a boy to a man, the other is his King and Master. Women were never important in his life.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #gyutaro #hantengu #daki #gyokko #nakime #akaza #douma #kokushibou #female reader #this is royally fucked up #x2

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fushipurro · 15 days

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Red Lights Red Flags

☆ Synopsis: After recently being sold to a brothel, your new life as a low-rank courtesan began. Try as you might to survive until your debt is paid off, life just keeps kicking you when you're already down. One day, you're tasked with serving none other than an infamous samurai by the name of Toji Zenin who makes you a promise he intends to keep.

☆ General Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, ronin!toji, courtesan!reader, AU - historical, forced prostitution, graphic violence/murder, implied/referenced alcohol, abuse, suicidal ideation, implied sexual assault (not by toji), pregnancy, eventual romance, hurt/comfort, heavy angst, domestic fluff, mutual pining, dubious morality, period-typical sexism, trauma, implied/referenced character death, eventual happy ending

Masterlist | AO3

Chapter 1 - Services

Chapter 2 - Marigold

Chapter 3 - Shadows

Chapter 4 - Trust

Chapter 5 - Gold

Chapter 6 - Memories

Chapter 7 - Moonlight

Chapter 8 - WIP

#toji fushiguro #jjk #jjk toji #toji zenin #jujutsu kaisen #toji x reader #jjk au #toji x female reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #courtesan!reader #ronin!toji

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milknhonies · 3 months

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A Lesson In Service

Masterlist || Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: In 1880 you are hired as the governess of Lord Dalgliesh's children. When you meet your employer after months of already being in his employment you feel a strange change in your position. It's terrible when we discover the people we are expected to trust are as wicked and evil as the devil

Pairing: Lord!Henry Dalgliesh x Governess!reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Indimidation, Drugging, Implied infidelity, implied sex trafficking/solicitating, Implied sexual abuse, manipulation, blackmail, Victorian era period typical sexism.

Word Count: 8.5k

Author Notes: My dream cast is Henry Cavill as Lord Henry Dalgliesh. Colin Firth as Colin Fowler. Cillian Murphy as Cillian Walsh. Ben Barnes as Benjamin Byrnes. Natalie Viscuso as Natalia Naclerio Tom Hiddleston as Tom Ransome. Smut is next chapter.

Inspiring Song: “How many miles to Babylon.” child's lullaby

London, England 1888, Saturday 14th January. 18:45pm.

A loud crack of thunder rattled the windows to the study where a man sat back cradling a glass of scotch.

Henry Dalgliesh was most incredibly not a kind or purely generous gentleman. Long ago he’d learnt to accept the rude whispers about his behaviour, he believed being bothered by comments made by those lower than he in title was pointless prattle to even hear. Thank God for his large fortune, physical attractiveness and major title that allowed him to spend, whore, drink, gamble, and travel to wherever he dared to venture.

A shine of lightening defined the shadows of his chiselled jaw, his presence was forever intimidating. A wicked smirk laced across his devious face; he raised his scotch and toasted the frozen grin of his past wife’s portrait over the fireplace. Her painted golden locks shining as bright as they did when cascaded over their marriage bed, and her casket.

The late lady Natalia Dalgliesh or rather Naclerio, the unfaithful wench, had often accused him of being a cold and a selfish monster. He chuckled to himself at the memory of her tears along with her cruel tone. She was right. But what of she? At constant, a needy bitch in heat? A nymphomaniac? For her, was he not enough? Henry truly had tried with Natalia, at least for a time he forced himself to be what she had envisioned.

He huffed and set his drink aside on his desk.

Sweet Natalia, goodness was she a darling piece. She obviously used her own innocent beauty to gain the attention of anything that could mount her. Henry did wonder, where did he go wrong? Was his size not to her desire? Was her appetite craving another type of bodily position he did not know? How was he not satisfactory? She should’ve known better than to marry him knowing full well he was not a man of pure affections.

In the end however he would forever remember her vile speech about how she had never loved him not that he cared- and that he was not even the legitimate father of their two darling children. Just like now he experienced a swirl of nausea in the pit of his stomach and a burning headache to his temple.

He lifted the scotch and pelted it at the painting, glass and alcohol splattered across her face down her neck and into her bosom he ever so missed. Her expression mocked him, that smile, the same lips that tricked him into losing fifteen years of valuable time.

He hated her.

Henry bit his lip and snarled, “Good riddance, you selfish cunt...you should count yourself lucky...Lucky it wasn’t my own hand that ended you.” Tears filled his eyes. His bottom lip trembled.

And sometimes, he missed her.

A whole year had went by. The four seasons changing back into the one that began his torment. Little Marianne and Michael, his beloved children had been sorely neglected for so long he knew it was time to return home. After the exposure of their false parentage, he felt an agony in even them knowing that their faces were of no spawn of his, Henry admitted he needed to man up and care for what his stupid wife left behind.

Yes, it was now time for the Earl of Jersey to return home to his estate of Radier Manor.

He buried his face into his hands and sighed, before plucking up the unopened envelope by his desk.

Radier Manor Jersey, England 1888, Monday 9 April. 01:30 pm.

On a canvas was a very artistic image of a charcoal vase of flowers. Leaves and petals shaded in nothing but strategic black strokes. You were delicately scraping the black drawing charcoal across the white papers when the intruding house keeper Mrs Sharpe simmered inside the children’s nursery.

The wrinkled prude sneered distinctively towards the you and you lessons to the two children, sitting on either side of you. Her dark greying hair appeared a little to tightly pinned today. Her thin lips slightly redder than normal...your eyes tried not to strain at the possibility of rogue on her cheeks. You forced a kind grin at her arrival.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Mrs Sharpe scowled, “I’m to inform you that you are required downstairs to the masters’ study immediately. He has just officially arrived and desires the attention of all new staff in his study, now,” her lips tightened whilst looking you up and down, “Oh! And do...I pray- make yourself a little presentable.”

The callously spoken crone tapped her cheek in reference to the black marks covering your face and rolled her eyes in annoyance as she spun sharply around to leave.

Your forced grin fell once the elder woman noisily stalked out of the room with her keys rattling away on the hip of her chain.

Rubbing your hands clean on your art apron you then turned and smiled to the two younglings in your care.

A pair of twins aged eight years old with dark reddish hair and similar features. The boy beheld blue eyes while his sister gained a pair of hazel.

“Well, my little darlings, I suppose our lesson in art must be placed on wait until tomorrow? I shall see you at supper and tomorrow we shall continue our art lesson but with watercolours instead.” You smiled at an excited Michael who unpinned the scribbly mess and Mary, who perched over her own work of rose sketching. Black smudges covered little Mickey’s hand who had given up his attempt of drawing daffodils and went by a creative approach of squiggly lines and stick figures of those in the household.

Nanny Nettle who sat in the corner of the room, polishing the children’s shoes chuckled, “Sharpe doesn’t make no move to hide her ill feelings towards you.”

You sighed, shrugged and looked to the elderly scots woman with a look of despair written across your face, “Mrs Nettle, I don’t understand,” You started to pack up the art equipment into a small supply chest and carried the box of art equipment to the children’s bookshelf, putting them away. Michael folded his picture to his chest while his sister placed her art on her miniature duchess.

While you folded the canvas stands the woman with her twinkling milky eyes observed you with an amused curl in her lip.

“I have been governess here for most of the winter and this spring, but Mrs Sharpe still treats me like a unwanted pest- I have done naught but share my kindness, my patience and my help around the estate: I mean really? What have I done to upset her so?” You approached the nanny and sat at her feet wiping your face with the corner of your apron of any black marks.

The children went and washed their small hands in the basin and hung their aprons on a wall hook.

“What have you done to offend her, lass?” Nanny Nettle grinned and shook her head, pausing her polishing she reassuringly patted the young woman’s cheek.

“I gather it be that she didn’t have a say in your employment to the household dear. That cow likes having everything under her control,” She cackled suddenly, “O’ course, it also don’t help that her nephew Thomas, that footmen who likes to smoke in the barn, can’t seem to keep his eyes off your chest when you waddle pass, acting like a drooling dog he does.”

You gawked and quickly fled to Mary’s side, holding her ears, if you had another hand you would’ve covered Mickey’s too.

You softly hissed with a flushed face, “Please Mrs Nettle, I must request you keep a decorum of respectful language in front of the children. And furthermore,” you flushed, “I don’t appreciate your jesting since I’ve never seen Mr Ransome acting so beastly as that. He is a gentleman.”

The older woman chuckled at your sweet innocent alarm and shrugged, “Alright, I’m merely explain’ why that housekeeper

‘Hoity Toity’ has it out for you, dear.”

You sighed and released the confused Mary who was very curious about why her Nanny compared her father’s footman to a puppy. In the end of her mind boggling, the girl went to sit on her bed and play with her doll she had come to name Antoinette.

The Nanny pointed her wrinkled finger at the door and then jabbed it back at the you, “Best be off downstairs Governess, the master don’t like to be kept waiting. He’s not known for his patience, lord knows I couldn’t teach it to him.”

Breath hitching, you nodded vigorously and hung the apron on the hook before you fled outside the nursery, down the hall to the stair case. You hurriedly descended the stairs while you prayed desperately that the Earl of Jersey did not take the same disliking to you that housekeeper Sharpe had. Fixing your hair into what you deemed suitable, you skated passed the kitchens.

It was honestly a miracle you had this position. You were a newly officialised governess just starting out in your first family, becoming employed on your first letter of recommendation written as a favour by a friend of your late father, Lord Colin Fowler. You desperately vowed to help the children grow fruitfully and improve intelligence majorly. Your wages were above the average at fifty pounds a year, including the free house boarding and food.

You knew there would be a time and day where you would need to ask or at least thank your employer for his generosity. You had worried that when you would meet him, he would see you for what you really were...a country mouse with only the capacity to teach what little you knew in the arts and literature.

Biting your lip, you decided all you wanted in this world was acceptance. And you truly needed the lord of the estate to accept you; Your father’s debt rested heavily on your shoulders at the moment. Your mother died a few days after the birth of your little sister Odette, and your father was a tremendously poor loser in gambling poker. He’d left you and Odette with a cough that killed him along with no money or respectable station in society.

At only a young age of eighteen, you’d been forced to leave the quiet life of the pastures in the south for the employment of the east. Boarding the ship out to this island was the most scary thing you had to partake. And in fact you had casted your bowls over the sides of the rocking boat more than twice.

Your twelve year old sister Odette was thankfully now in the custody of the kind and charitable Lord Fowler who only required a monthly fee to care for her which you were utterly grateful for. It was unfortunate though that even after the auctioning of your family cottage and small farm, plus your exuberant wages was still not enough to entirely pay the debts Mr Y/L/N left. If you were not so frugal with the expenses of books and dresses you owned, you wouldn’t be getting by and that terrified you.

‘Do not fall front you silly girl’, you mentally scolded, ‘if you muck up it’ll be Odette to pay for it.’

Reaching the closed door of the Earl’s study, you stood frozen and hesitated from twisting the door handle. Mentally and physically prepping yourself, you straightened your back and held your head high- but not too high to present too confident in a man’s presence, let alone an Earl.

Quickly you checked your hair again and the hairpins that secured it down in the ‘appropriate style’. Your hands you then noticed trembled, ‘goodness why am I so nervous!?’ your shaky fingers pressed down on your dark navy skirt.

You bit your lip and self-assuredly nodded, finally lifting your hand up to the wood and serving three slight taps. The door opened wide, behind it was Mr Cillian Walsh, the house’s head butler and supposedly personal keeper to the Lord Dalgliesh.

The butler gave you a grand smile, he was one of the most friendliest of the staff here in Radier

Manor. He was the one to first welcome you when you had gotten off the boat many moons ago. And Cillian was extremely helpful and kind, especially when it came to the children. He was the one to inform the little dears of their father’s planned return.

“Miss Y/N, do come in,” he whispered and fondly winked, “His lordship is eager to meet you.”

He stepped aside and bowed his head a little to you. Stepping into the study for the first time, you noticed another young man waiting inside. He clearly was another new employee of the household.

And in front of him was an extremely handsome male.

You had seen his painting in the drawing room but it was nothing compared to his true form. The Earl was sitting behind his large desk and when you walked into the room you witnessed him rise at your entrance. Y/N’s eyes widened. The painting depicted him with an image of late forties but now you gathered his age to be somewhere in his middle thirties or early forties. The painter had drastically aged him. His chiselled jawline and thin lips romanticised his face along with his soft brown curls falling like gentle swirls down his cheek.

What the painting hadn’t entailed too was his height. By god he would have put Goliath to shame giant. You had never met such a broad and tall man in your life. Your eyes widened as he slowly bowed his head to you respectfully.

Snugly fitted to his muscular frame was a black waistcoat that matched his deep blue eyes. It wasn’t hard to say you felt a tickle of attraction to this man. On his left hand a gold band entrapped his finger.

‘That’s right, he was a married man’.

You swallowed quietly and moved to stand beside the younger stranger with a leaner appearance, and dashing mid length Jett black hair.

The Earls gaze was dominating. His aura intensely intimidating. And it was all pinned directly onto you...poor thing. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as the Earl’s eyes paused in front of you.

You kept your eyes low under his cool regard and fought to stand still and not fidget.

“Good day, it is my desire to formally welcome you both to Radier Manor despite the unfortunate obvious that one of you has been in my care for a few months already,” your employer said glancing your way while he stepped forward from behind his desk, “As I am sure you must already know, I am Henry Dalgliesh, the Earl of Jersey.”

Cillian gestured his white gloves hand to you while clearing his throat, “My lord, this is Miss Y/N

Y/L/N, the new governess.”

You curtsied too low and before it was too late you almost tripped yourself onto his shoes when his heavy hand caught your shoulder. A rush of blood dusted your face from nervous embarrassment. You wobbled back onto your feet and softly apologised for your clumsiness, eyes staring at his shoes.

Unseen by you, Henry smirked. Holding his palm out to you, you gently laid her own clammy own into his hand. He bent his head, his eyes set on your heated face while his oh so very soft lips pressed against the hot skin of your fingers, “Miss Y/L/N, It is a pleasure to make your official acquaintance after all this time.”

His facial expression was unreadable, only that he appeared to be kind and polite…

‘Oh goodness, he smells divine, like baked biscuits!’

The butler cleared his throat again, “and here Sir, is Mr Benjamin Byrnes, the secretary from Wimbledon.”

Cillian continued to inform the master about his benefits for this particular Secretary but you were too distracted by the Earls penetrating eyes that had refused to stop staring you down. Your heart pounded against your chest, you felt like you body was being dragged towards him despite being completely still and unmoving. Your eyes locked for a painfully wonderful eternity.

You exhaled gratefully when the Cillian led you and the secretary out of the study after Henry shook Benjamin’s hand and allowed the you both to remain employment. You felt weak and tired by your first encounter. After all you never expected to experience such an debilitating presence.

Radier Manor Jersey, England 1888, Monday 9 April. 18:30 pm.

That night Lord Henry didn’t make his appearance at supper, he was too busy under some account, which sourly upset the children who missed their father greatly.

And when said that they were upset, they were very, very disappointed. The twins had become woeful and unpleasantly behaved, deciding to ignore their food and gossip about what their father had done while he was away.

Marianne was mature and stated confidently that he was a business man perform business duties, when asked what duties they were she was unable to answer.

Michael on the other hand was a wild imagination. He was certain that his father had been away fighting criminals and bringing justice to the realm. He stabbed his mutton and exclaimed it was how he believed his father ran a sword through wicked men.

As Cillian passed with a tray to take to the masters study he paused and pinched Michaels cheek, before commanding the boy eat his dinner lest it turned totally cold.

After dinner concluded Nanny Nettle took them back to the nursery to ready for bed...

But as you were making your way down to the servant quarters where your room laid, you were nearly knocked over by a hurling body that flung itself back when it collided with your strong body.

You rubbed your belly with a light groan and looked dow at the floor and baring witness to one of your students.

Michael’s shirt front had a large wet spot. His red face was scrunched up, puffy crying eyes spilled tears and down his nose and chin was a trail of snot and drool. His little fists clenched and unclenched while he continued to wipe his face on his soaked sleeves. He was crying loudly.

Shockingly he stood up and collided into you but this time clung to you and held up his hands in silent pleas. Between tears he was clearly crying out sentences that were incoherent. You carefully pieced together what was wrong when you managed to hear, “Papa”.

Sighing you bent onto your knees and cupped under his armpits and lifted him up onto your hip and held him close, rocking him softly. He reminded you in that moment of your sister Odette who cried when your father died. You patted his back, he was a baby missing his parents. You rocked him as he clung to your shoulders.

The little boy sobbed into your neck and held onto you like you were a life anchor.

“O’Mickey dear, hush now, hush,” You gently cooed as you walked him to the nursery which conveniently was just down the hallway.

Your heels clicked to the thudding of the nursemaids’ feet just as she called around the corner “Michael! Where are you, Lad!? There you are!” She puffed, following her was Marianne who also looked to have been crying with the red hue of her eyes.

You turned to Mrs Nettle and smiled sadly, “I think someone won’t be letting go anytime soon,” just as you said this, Michael tightened his grasp on her blouse and shoved his head deeper into your neck, “Shall I put the children to bed?”

The Nanny looked slightly shocked at the offer, her grey brows raised and jaw dropped before sputtering “O’ course lass, I’ll get their nightclothes.”

As she tried to walk pass you into their bedroom, you reached out and touched her hunching shoulder. You knew the children needed a female figure who was frankly a lot younger than Mrs Nettle, sixty five years younger perhaps.

“Please Mrs Nettle, I can manage. Come Marianne, time for bed,” You held out a hand to the girl that tilted her head and bit her lip, reaching out to grab at your hand.

After bidding the Nanny a good night the three of you went inside.

Closing the door behind them, you softly sighed and brushed through Michael’s auburn curls with your fingers trying to sooth him a little more as his crying dialled down to sniffles. Slowly you sat on his bed, Marianne sat on hers across you both.

“Mary darling,” you gentle asked, rubbing her brothers back, “Could you please fetch yours and your brother’s night clothes?”

“Yes Miss Y/L/N,” She sniffled and smiled sweetly before hurrying off to the draws and closet.

Eventually you detached little Michael from your body and laid him down on the mattress. You quickly undressed the boy and soothingly brushed his wet cheeks with your thumbs. When

Marianne came back with the clothes, you made it your sole duty to ready them for bedtime.

The two hadn’t seen their father in over a year is what you had heard through the staff and on the day of lord Henry’ return he is ‘too busy’ for them?

You beckoned Marianne closer, you slipped off Marianne’s skirts and slipped over her head her long white nightgown. Marianne mumbled as she tugged her night dress on, “Pap- I mean Father, he did not want to wish us a good night and,” she choked, her little lips started to wobble, “Mrs

Sharpe smacked Michael across the cheek when he would not obey to leave.”

You gasped and brought her into your arms. While holding her close, you heard her ask on the brink of a sob, “Does he not really love us?”

‘What kind of man would act such a way ’, you grumbled to yourself, ‘and here I thought he was a very good looking man inside as he was outside. He’s unkindly neglectful of the family who missed and love him dearly.’

Then you sighed, ‘maybe he’s an extremely important man concerning business matters. He does after all own land on which now is booming with tourists.’

“I am sure your father loves you dearly Marianne,” you cooed and rubbed her back as she hiccuped.

Buttoning up his night shirt and wiping his wet face with his sleeve cuff, Michael had calmed down completely.

Turning her around to undo her braids, Marianne asked, “Miss Y/L/N? Can you…can you please sing to me and Mickey?”

Your fingers froze in Marianne’s hair. Such a request was endearing to you but was it too intimate? The girl turned around and forced herself into a hug between you . It was Marianne’s teary eyes that forced you to cave in.

“I can Mary,” you assured and pinched her shoulder playfully, “After you’re in bed.”

A bright grin returned to the little girls face. She and Michael eagerly clambered into their beds, diving beneath the covers.

You tucked the blankets of both their beds and made sure their sheets rested up to their chins. Then you laid Antoinette the dolly beside Mary on her pillow and picked up a toy solider off the floor, setting it on the bed side table next to little Michael. The two children gazed up to you awaiting their lullaby from their governess.

Carefully you knelt onto the floor and turned down the kerosene lamp on their shared bedside draw. Humming first and slowly slipping into song, you sang…

“How many miles to Babylon? Three score miles and ten.” They smiled and gasped lightly, happy and content.

“Can I get there by candle-light? Yes and back again.”

The little ones nuzzled into their pillows and smiled at you after sneaking a glance at each other almost as though they were keeping a secret with one another.

“If your heels are nimble and light, three more miles and ten, you may get there by candle-light there and back again.” You kissed each of their foreheads and tapped their noses softly.

“King and Queen of Cantelon, How many miles to Babylon?”

You stood and went to the curtains and drew them open, up in the night sky was a full moon shining down on them.

“Eight and eight, and another eight. Will I get there by candle-light?”

Coming back to the children, kneeling next to them you noticed Michaels mouth open wide and yawn silently. His eyes shut lose and his yawn lift his lips softly parted. Exhaustion took him first.

“If your horse be sprite and good and your spurs be bright.”

You continued to the last line of the diddy as you observed Marianne’s lashes fluttering down.

“How many soldiers there have been? More than yee dare come and see."

You laid your hands over both their belly's and rubbed small circles into them.

"How many miles to Babylon? Three more miles and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes and back again."

Their chests lifted up and down with the steady slumber they fell into.

You whispered the final line, "Yes and back agaaiiinn."

It was such a sweet sight. You knew deep in your heart you loved them, for such little bodies they had such big hearts. From the moment you arrived they had been nothing but joyful creatures and to see them distraught so terribly by their father and housekeeper broke your heart. You smiled and rose from the floor to kiss both of their little foreheads again. Each softly moaned in their sleep and turned their heads into the pillows away from your sweet kisses.

Turning the kerosene down completely, You walked out of the nursery into the door way and carefully closed the door behind you. You prayed it wasn’t too loud to wake them up.

The sound of movement caught your attention away from the nursery, your eyes viewed a slight shadow moving through a door way at the end of the hall. For a moment you clenched the front of your blouse in fear of any ghosts.

‘Must be a servant cleaning one last room.’

You had no fear and no knowledge of any existing dangers. You decided to not worry, after all you were clearly safe and just needed to go to bed. You were tired from a day of work and meeting the formidable master of the manor.

Radier Manor Jersey, England 1888, Monday 9 April. 18:56 pm.

You retreated to the quiet sanctuary of your room. Located on the same floor as the laundry parlour but its door was opposite the wall. You were still grateful for your given room, since it was bigger than your own cottage one on the farm you sold off, not only that but the bed mattress was so comfortable that most morning you’d lay there and pray it was Sunday so you didn’t have to rise up and sleep in until the afternoon church service in town. In fact the only issue with your room was the lack of warmth with no fireplace.

Stripping down to nakedness you ripped over your head your cotton nightgown before unpinning your hair. Placing each pin onto the duchess and scratching your scalp you sighed and preceded to slink into your bed. You shut your eyes preparing for the world of being governess another day. Though after turning and tossing beneath the covers that provided the tiniest of warmth for another hour, you huffed and flung the sheets away. Sleep just wasn’t an option tonight.

It was like an itch as your mind trailed off in recalling all the activities of the day and vaguely came to remember the meeting with his lordship. O’ how he had kissed your hand in his study. The odd sensation of butterflies returned to your belly. Your thumb rubbed over the spot where his lips had touched.

‘Did he kiss every young ladies hand like that? Surely not? I should perhaps be offended by such impropriety...what would his wife have thought? He should still be in mourning, as should I...o’ he is a Earl after all...and he’s paying you plenty good, don’t be ungrateful over a light kiss on your hand.’

It was scandalous if thought long and hard about. But maybe that’s how lord’s greeted women of any standing.

You giggled to yourself as you imagined a scene of that wrinkly dragon Mrs Sharpe getting her paws kissed by the Earl. You imagined he would be very displeased doing so while the old beastly woman would salivate! What a lark!

Radier Manor Jersey, England 1888, Monday 9 April. 22:13 pm.

Knowing you were never going to sleep any time soon, your stomach made a faint murmur.

You believed that Mr Mikkelsen the cook wouldn’t mind if you went into the kitchen and snuck out a warm glass of milk and one of his sweet baked treats, surely that would aid this sleepless night? You rose from the bed with a sigh. Covering yourself with a wrapper that laid on the bar at the foot of the bed.

Making your way out of your room and through the halls that lead to the kitchen, your bare feet padded quietly across the carpet of the sitting room. You graciously were thankful for the moonlight that lit up the home through the unclosed curtains.

Your eyes casted to the wall above the unlit fireplace. His painting hung large and proud. The artwork held no candle to his true masculine beauty but might resemble his figure in another ten years. The moon truly reflected the blue eyes that lay on the canvas; they seemed to watch your every movement and with the stern frown brushed on his lips he didn’t look very pleased with your late awakening.

You tried not to think to hardly on your imagination.

Tiptoeing across the main entrance hall you sighed, finally you’d arrived. The wooden door was inches away from your fingertips, awaiting the moment you’d push it open; but something wasn’t right… Since a prickling sensation that trailed from the top of your skull, down your spine and through your legs suddenly sparked.

“Is it regular that you would wander about your employers home alone in the dark at night? Or is it just mine that’s so much more intriguing?”

Biting back a squeal of fright, you wheeled around to find that behind you was the Earl who had caught you attempting to sneak in the kitchen. His form was relaxed against the stair rail as he glared you down like a naughty child with arms folded across his chest similar to that of a displeased parent. Lord Henry body was basking in nothing but the light of the moon. His coat and cravat were long gone, his dark blue banyan draped over his shoulders and tied around his waist.

His height frightened you and made you feel inexplicitly tiny as a mouse.

This was your second meeting and now you realised how much you possibly looked like a dirty

thief.

You bit your lip and wrapped your arms around yourself nervously. It suddenly was obvious how immodest you appeared in your night garments, wandering about the house. You felt your breath quicken.

‘God, please don’t let him sack me’, you prayed.

You were already beyond humiliated and flustered at the extreme inappropriateness of being alone with the Earl in nothing but both your night wardrobe, you just couldn’t figure out how to politely flee back to your own room without walking around him.

You stammered “M-my Lord, please forgive me I had trouble sleeping an-and thought to get a glass of warm milk.” ‘Honesty is the best policy!’ your face screwed up into an embarrassed contortion, “Please do pardon and excuse my intrusion, I shall make way and return to my room immediately.”

You lifted a hand to your face and shielded your eyes away from Henry. Making movement to step around his tall form, you took your chance to escape, alas it was all in vain as the Earl’s large hand shot out and stole at your wrist. A high gasp drop from your parted lips. His grip not to rough but stern and strong. He was not making any notion to harm you, just to stop you from leaving his presence.

His warm liquid voice dripped out into your ears “Miss Y/L/N, please wait,” He pleaded in voice, his sapphire eyes mourned “I beg you not to leave under my sudden arrival.”

You bit your lip at the sight of his face- the hardness of his features fell away, replaced by a soft graceful smike as he quietly murmured, “It is not the first time one has found themselves awake in the night within search of Chef Mikkelsen’s delicious biscuits. Will you not sit for a moment with me?” he opened the kitchen door and gestured for you to enter.

You felt a gigantic wave of relief. Though the effects of shock were still attached to your body when all you could reply with was a scared hum.

Henry ventured into the pantry. You ventured around the table in the middle of the kitchen and looked around the spices that hung above the windows.

When his lordship came out with a tin box and two tea saucers, he noticed how his governess was standing in the middle of the kitchen looking rather…lost.

Clearing his throat he gathered your attention, “Miss Y/L/N please, do sit,” gesturing towards the chairs at the kitchen table, and graciously you sat in the chair when he dragged one out.

Laying the tin of biscuits down and placing the saucers in front of you, he fled to the cool room and collected a jug of milk. The stove unfortunately had been put out hours ago and the attempt to reheat it would take longer than desired.

He sighed, “I’m afraid only cold milk is available Miss Y/L/N.” He poured the ivory liquid into a rose painted china tea cup.

“Thank you nonetheless sir,” you politely smiled and accepted the cup into your hand. Laying your lips on the cup, you took a slight sip of the milk.

Your eyes widened, ‘this milk is phenomenon!’ Taking another small sip you hummed happily,

“Your milk must be sweeter here one the Island.”

It was lighter than cream but contained a watery consistency. Something edged the final flavour, it was eerily sweet like sugar or honey. The milk might’ve been cold to the lips but it was surprisingly warm in your belly.

Sitting down in front of you the Lord’s eyes were wide, “You haven’t tasted our milk? After all this time?” he jokingly gasped.

You shook your head. The past many weeks was too hectic for you to simply sit down and have a cup of tea or a glass of milk. You were too concerned for Odette’s wellbeing and support along with the Dalgliesh children’s education.

Your afternoons were busied with the planning of the next day. And even for the past three Sundays, you had caught sleep in bed and made sure your room was tidy and that you were ready for Mrs Sharpe intruding as she was known to do so well.

The callous woman carried all the house keys on a large ring, so despite locking your door, your privacy would still be breeched. Henry threw his head back and laughed.

Your glanced between him and the kitchen door. He was so loud! What if someone saw you like this with him ? It would be the island scandal!

It didn’t matter...

For a man possibly ten to twenty years older than you, he was very charming and boyish; his smile made suddenly made you swoon. You grinned stupidly.

Lord Henry finally settled himself and paused, swallowing down a biscuit, and glanced over at you.

“Will you not have some of the biscuits? They’re sublime,” His long fingers hooked around the edge of the tin and held it out to her.

You shook your head again with all your meek sweetness, “Oh no, my lord, you enjoy it.”

You felt you had overstepped your place and should be humble when it came to his offers.

However a little growl from your middle betrayed your motives.

The Earl let loose another hearty laugh and stole a biscuit to give to you. Biscuit in hand reached out towards you.

Still you refused the offer knowing you should’ve removed yourself from that improper and intimate scenery, you whined “No, my lord, please I ca-“

The Earl smirked and shoved the treat into your talking lips, which caused you to stop midsentence and avoid not choking on the sweet biscuit. A light gag escaped you.

The crumbs rubbed rough on your throat and you wanted to be mad at the Lord but knew not to step that boundary, ‘you got yourself into this mess stupid girl.’

“You’ll come to learn soon that I don’t take to hearing the word ‘No’ kindly Miss Y/L/N.” He flashed her a smile filled with bright whites, proud of his actions.

‘He’s rude and childish!’

A great prickling of hairs on the back of your neck rose up, something was telling you to be afraid of Henry. ‘But he only force fed you a biscuit calm down- if anything be grateful.’

“Now drink the rest of your milk, dear,” he said, pushing the cup up to your crumb covered lips.

You instantly sat back and away from his long claw like fingers, you now just wanted to go back to bed. Sculling down the sweet milk and hastily standing, you moved the chair back into place and waddled over to the sink.

You spoke respectfully but a slight tremble ran through your hands, “I should- um, I think it best I bid you a good night, my lord.”

‘Something is definitely not right, I shouldn’t be here…goodness Y/N don’t be such a scaredy cat!’ you chided yourself. Shaking your head slightly you told yourself firmly, ‘everyone knows full well that the gentry are an odd lot from time to time. He is just being friendly.’

Henry stood to attention and caught you again by the wrist before you could even lay the dishes into the sink. He had excellent aim for wrists it would appear. Providing you his uneasy smirk, he dragged you back in front of him. A single digit cupped your chin and wiped up to your parted gasping lips. Moving his finger away, he deliberately showed you the white spill of sweetness he’d caught on the corner of your mouth. His long tongue flicked out and licked up the drip before completely sucking his finger in front of you.

You gasped. ‘Too friendly, for a man of his standing; is he…with me? No, he can’t be flirting. Great scot girl, get a hold of yourself. Act not like the impute girls of your age, be a mature woman! Goodness! Why would he ever think like that? The man just lost his beloved wife a year ago.’

His hand holding your arm released and dug into the pocket of his over-night coat.

He tutted you softly “Come with me, I have an urgency to question and acquaint myself better with you.”

A hand twirled around your back and softly shoved you forward and guided you into the dark cold drawing room.

‘Is he escorting me back to my living space?’

Suddenly, he froze, his palm left your back and gestured to the lounge. You glanced behind back and up to your employer “Sir?”

“Sit,” he sharply directed followed by a lengthy spaced cough, “Please Miss Y/L/N,” he added “I desire to inquire about the children.”

You blinked under his intense stare, slowly you sat down in the lounge. You slowly drawled, “The children, my lord?”

Sitting down across from you, the Earl rubbed his hands, his brows raised followed by a light chuckle, “Yes Miss Y/L/N, the ones I am paying you to educate?” his fingers laced together.

….Marianne and Michael. So now he showed his care and interest of them?

You flushed and uneasily smiled, you felt like an utter fool, “Of course, my lord. They are doing exceptionally well. They have taken a joy to writing their own stories, they’ve demonstrated great imaginations.”

He didn’t seem too interested in what his children enjoyed that was obvious from his bodily reaction lacking any bright eyes or head perks. “I see...” He bit his lip and sighed, his face lifted to the fireplace. He looked at his portrait and snidely snickered to himself.

Scratching his chin he looked back to you, “Tell me, Miss Y/L/N, are you very tired?”

“Actually, my lord, I-“

“Miss Y/L/N. I have a few brief questions regarding the children, if you do not mind.” He asked as he lit some of the candles with a box of matched from the desk draws.

‘The children, not his children? For a lord he should learn how to speak correctly.’

You gripped the top of your wrapper collar with icy hands and uneasily shuffled. You just wanted to go to bed and sleep, but Henry pursued you further more even after you asked if they might continue the conversation at breakfast in the morning.

He release a wicked chuckled that bewildered you. ‘He’s mad!’

The Earl tossed a leg over one of his knees, he sat back and relaxed, “Now, now, I would prefer to keep this frank, quick and confidential between two adults…”

He turned his head away briefly before he leant forward into your face, his hot breath blew down on your cheeks and eyes as he tilted his head.

His dark eyes turned hot and frightening, he purred, “Do you fear me, Miss Y/L/N?”

As expected if not planned, You lurched back and gasped. Your cheeks heated up. The blue light of the moon shown on his profile. He looked like a painting of Lucifer you’d seen in a children’s bible. His mesmerising features were both terrifying and attractive to you.

You shook your head, trying to stand up straight and tall. You felt silly and embarrassed in yourself for being so flushed.

‘Except…Why would he ask me that? Does he want me to know my place, have I overstepped my glass standings too openly?’ you truly hadn’t meant to upset him enough to try and upset you in return.

“I don’t understand, my lord,” you nervously huffed, “I believed we were talking about Miss

Marianne and Mr Michael?”

You turned your head to the side away from his eyes that squinted and lips that frowned. He moved forward, resting his hands either side of your arms on the lounge. His body heat surrounded you, his banyan and your wrapper folded against each other. Silk against cotton brushing softly.

“S-sir, you come too close, please sit back.”

Henry leant into your ear and hissed in a threatening tone, “Perhaps you will learn to tolerate my ways in time, Miss Y/L/N, as my children learn from you.”

Now you were properly scared. Your chest heaved up and down. He might’ve just as well told you that he was going to throw you down the grand stair case. You were petrified and paralysed.

“Indeed but I beg you to remain civil, I am- I am most happy to inform you of their accomplishments.”

Henry smugly smiled and hummed, leaning away from your unprepared body. He clapped his hands lightly and licked his teeth. He was a hungry looking man, a man looking to conquer in war.

“Yes, I suppose you’re correct Governess,” he continued in his cheerier tone, “We must discuss the children, Miss Y/L/N. Please do tell me of their achievements in your lessons? Do they work hard? I want to hear your curriculum and methods of teaching since you seem to have difficulty understanding respect of your superiors.”

‘Difficulty understanding respect of my superiors?!’

You tightly swallowed and faced him. You wanted to bluntly tell him he was a terrible father and a rude man. Instead, you submissively answered every question he asked. Most questions he asked related to their French lessons, dancing, mathematics and literature.

“Où avez-vous appris à parler français?” Where did you learn to speak French? He asked suddenly in French. It caught you off guard his snap in transition to the language.

You curled your lips in and politely replied, “Mon père m’a appris” my father taught me.

He smirked and his brows raised, he slowly nodded, “Par exemple, un enseignant?” was he a teacher?

You smiled and shook your head. A small flush came to your cheeks

“Il devient marchand et propriétaire terrien.” He was a merchant and landowner, you gently explained. Your father was a travelling man and left he farm and cottage to you and your mother while he was away. And when your mother died, you took care of little Odette and father remained to work a little more in England instead of sailing off for months to India and China.

You felt your mouth grow incredibly dry and your lips numb. Your vision became spotty and the room swayed. You tried to stand to your feet and almost fell over onto him again like you had this morning.

“Je m’excuse,” you weakly slurred, “je suis fatiguée.” Excuse me, I am very tired.

You needed to go to bed. It was far too late for this meeting in the night that could wait till the morning.

Just before you could tell him any of this, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You fell ungracefully to the floor and weakly collapsed.

The earl smiled while whispering ‘timber’ with a tiny whistle and left you to fall hard, but winced at the loud thud. Your wrapper tie became loose and fell away to reveal your scantily clad night gown.

You were still awake. Unable to move unable to understand what was happening. Why your body would not rise and why you were just so incredibly tired. The last thing you saw was the earls looming shadowing silhouette and his deep voice humming a familiar tune.

"How many miles to Babylon..." He smiled and cocked his head to the side as he watched your poor confused gaze flutter shut.

With your eyes closed and your lips parted and your arms perfectly lain above your head, he believe you were a grand depiction of a goddess offering her life to a sacrifice.

He dug into the pocket of his banyan again, while this time he pulled out a tiny vial the size of his thumb. Henry hummed the merry lullaby as he twirled it around his fingers. It was just too easy to slip it into something as milk.

"How many miles to Babylon? Three more miles and ten. Can I get there by candle-light?" He smirked, "No and ne'er again."

He believed it to be remarkable that you would fall unconscious so easily under the influence of his drug induced milk. He worried you would cease sipping after your exclamation on the sweetness.

While poor little you was trusting him to be a gentleman…but it was part of that old scally-wag Colin Fowler’s plan, sending the girl here to be his governess.

London, England 1888, Saturday 14th January. 19:03pm.

Yes, it was now time for the Earl of Jersey to return home to his estate of Radier Manor.

He buried his face into his hands and sighed, before plucking up the unopened envelope by his desk. From the side of his desk Henry ripped open a draw and collected a letter pen. Cutting the mail open, he plucked out the parchment and glued his eyes to the words that lay before him.

My dear friend Henry Dalgliesh,

It has been over a year since your dear Natalia passed and from our last meeting you had asked whether I could provide you one of my girls for your taste in desire. I wonderfully inform you that I have discovered something much more exceedingly pleasurable in the realm of succulent kittens, consider it a gift for the favour I owed you.

I have come across two young ladies from a small farm down south, they’re virgins and as pure as snow they come. Their names are Y/N and Odette Y/L/N from Bristol. Little Odette, I will be keeping under my hand for a few more years as the dear is not ripe yet only eleven or twelve I believe; the cusp of womanhood my friend, but her older sister; a true English rose is perfect for the reaping. After the misfortune of their father’s death whom was a gambling friend of mine, the girls are in a river of debt.

For every month I will expect a “payment” from Y/N to “support her sister” despite us both knowing I don’t really need anything to care for the little dear. I suggest you use the debt against her.

Do teach the girl some manners Henry, she’s polite and innocent but completely lacking in true submission. Make her cry, beg, squeal- break her, bend her, fuck her; whatever you do, don’t kill her. Henry, do not waste my gift, use her as you want and give her back when you’re finished. I have sent her your way as a governess for your children. She should be there in a week. Sincerely,

Lord C.F.

Henry sat back and proceeded to scrunch up the news into a ball of paper, casting it into the fire. He watched the flames engulf and swallow down the evidence of his ever interesting desire. He smirked and looked back up to the painting of Natalia and laughed at her face.

“I look forward to a nice new toy darling, don’t you?” Henry threw his feet up onto his desk and folded his hands behind his head, “I am sure you do, bloody harlot.” His eyes gleamed yellow as hellfire in the reflection of the burning letter.

Yes, it was now time for the Earl of Jersey to return home to his estate of Radier Manor.

Radier Manor Jersey, England 1888, Monday 9Th April. 22:28 pm.

“That worked rather well, bit too quickly for my liking though, however extremely effective,” He muttered to himself as he pocketed it back and bent onto one knee to hover above you.

His eyes travelled your the lines of your form that he was observing from the moment he discovered your shy presence around the estates home.

He slid closer, pressing his nose to your forehead to inhale the sweet scent or your hair and skin. His eyes fluttered as his lips gasped, his cock twitched. He caressed your soft cheek with his knuckled. His eyes scanning down to your entrapped bosom.

‘I wonder if she would taste better than she smells.’

With a solidary eye to the open area down through the drawing room into the dining room, he sighed and drew you closer. If anyone caught him, he would kill them. His hand softly rubbed your forehead, which cause you to react in a subtle moan.

‘Could she be as innocent as she seemed? Is this a mistake? Should I still do this?’ Henry dared ask himself. His eyes narrowed and he consi-

- Wait… Excuse me? Hello, reader, are you holding onto hope he’s gracious and kind? It’s because you think those are Henry’ thoughts don’t you? Well, I’m afraid you’re dearly mistaken. You see, it isn’t one of those stories....romance, no; here we feed on lust, blood and blackmail. Now that’s been cleared up, back to the story, where were we? He scares you, he drugs you, ah yes here we are-

Henry tucked his hands and arms beneath your fragile body and lifted you up onto his hip, his lust pressing harshly into your waist. He blew out the candle and fled. You were his prize being glided to the forbidden room, the room he considered very special indeed.....

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bcttlecqp · 2 years

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the guys helping their s/o whilst they're being harassed in town

warning: creepy men, violence, period typical sexism, implied fem reader but its gender neutral bc theres no pronouns

(gif not mine)

arthur morgan

he left you for no more than four minutes to get some stuff from the general store, and when he glances out the window he sees someone chatting you up and you looking extremely uncomfortable.

immediately storms out of the store, forgetting to pay- so he's got stolen items in his bag now- and marches straight up to the guy

"this man botherin' you, darlin'?" he asks, gesturing to the man who seems offended. arthur can only laugh in the creep's face when he asks who arthur is.

your hands on arthur's bicep makes his chest swell with pride; and he immediately explains that he's your boyfriend.

the man, intimidated by your lover, spits a venomous insult at you before storming off

arthur smiles as you kiss his cheek and thank him- but the moment is soon interrupted by the angry shopkeeper who wants arthur to pay for the stuff he had in his bag.

john marston

he. is. pissed.

immediately runs up to the man and shoves him away from you, getting in his face and squaring up.

if arthur knew what the word simp was, he'd call john it everyday, bc thats kinda how he's acting.

you just have to watch as john challenges the man to a fistfight- and thats when you have to step in because john is absolutely shit at fist fighting.

your hands on his chest and your soft words are enough to make john back down, and he dismisses the man immediately.

as soon as the creep leaves, john hugs you protectively, apologising for making a scene and offers to buy you whatever you want from his cut from the recent robbery he did

please reassure him that everything's fine because he will beat himself up for 'ruining' your evening

sean macguire

this man never leaves your side, he's like your personal guard dog

in fact- he notices the man sauntering over immediately, and decides to watch carefully just in case he was reading the situation wrong

however, body language to sean is everything, and the way the stranger cocks a hip, leans in and mutters something in your ear- to which you recoil and immediately look to your lover- is enough to make sean swoop into action

argues with the man immediately when you look at him, and grabs your hip protectively to pull you behind himself

sean- the guard dog he is- will literally start barking at the man if he doesn't leave. it's very comedic to watch but it eventually works because the guy starts to feel awkward and leaves.

sean will immediately spin around and hug you, asking for a kiss because he saved you... but at the end of the day, sean's hero complex is sated and he's extremely happy

charles smith

this boy is so fucking tall and built- he's just naturally intimidating to most men

all he has to do is walk up behind you and glare at the man harassing you to make him turn and run

you're obviously a little confused, and then you turn around and see charles smiling innocently at you.

"was he bothering you, my love?" he asks, smile so innocent yet so smug- he's kinda proud of himself for getting the man away from you without causing a fight

(not that he wouldn't fight for you- he just prefers little conflict when it's not necessary)

if you're still upset, he takes you around town and spoils you as much as he can to cheer you up <3

if the guy walks past again, he will definitely glare at the man whilst wrapping his arm around your shoulders until he's out of view

he's petty like that

micah bell

as soon as he sees the man trying to chat you up from across the bar, micah sees red

he practically flies over the bar and lunges at the creep, socking him square in the jaw

this obviously devolves into a bar brawl- with micah and the harasser in the spotlight of it all

eventually, you manage to get to your boyfriend and grab his arm to try and pull him out of the fight- but micah's elbow jerks on instinct so he elbows you in the nose

as soon as you yelp, he turns around and noticed what's happened; and god he feels awful

knocks the guy out with a bottle to the head, and grabs your hand to lead you from the saloon and into the quiet street

presses a rag to your nose and apologises quietly- you can literally see the guilt in his eyes, he looks like a kicked dog

when you assure him it's alright, he visibly deflates with relief. showers you with kisses to show how sorry he is for the entire situation

micah's hand will never leave your hip until you two are back at camp and in bed; then he's hugging you and asking if you're okay after the whole night

lets you lay on his chest and talks to you until you fall asleep- always assuring you that no creep's gonna get their hands on you so long as he's alive

kieran duffy

this poor boy is absolutely petrified

but... he has to stand up for you! he has to help you! you're his partner!

you helped him when he was tied to that tree, so he marches over with fake confidence and confronts the guy harassing you

as soon as the man replies with a snarky comment, kieran's confidence dissipates and he's a stammering mess

"i-i said leave 'em alone!"

holds up his fists to fight the guy, but in reality keiran has absolutely no clue how to fight- he can barely shoot a can off a wall let alone fight someone

sooo- he gets his ass kicked, but he did it for love!

spends the rest of the evening getting patched up by you as he asks if you're okay

"i'm alright, sweetheart! promise, it's just a scratch... are you alright?"

will literally cry if you are grateful, he sees himself as a failure and is embarrassed that he got his ass beat in front of you- but knowing that you don't care and that you're just happy he's okay sends him over the moon <3

javier escuella

he's sat aside from you, and he puts his trust in you to handle the situation.

watches the guy's every move- its only when the guy goes to grab you that javier jumps up and snatches the guy's wrist.

turns out the fella had friends, so it's technically javier versus four people

javi is a fierce fighter compared to others, and he's passionate about keeping you safe, so he's both protecting you from the guys and fighting them

eventually, after one of them gets a fair punch on javi's side, he gets tired of the combat and draws his knife, giving a warning swipe in their direction

they get nervous around the weapon and immediately scatter, making javier holster it again.

you lover immediately turns to you, hugging you tightly as his adrenaline wears off.

ignores your attempts at pampering him and makes your safety and comfort his top priority

considering the situation, you're extremely shaken up, so javi gently rubs your arms, gives you kisses and takes you home

as soon as your safe in his tent, javier feels like he can fully relax, but still stays alert incase anyone had tailed the two of you home

he'd protect you in exchange for his life- even if you hate it- but javier's not going to let anything hurt you, even if it kills him.

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #john marston #john marston x reader #sean macguire #sean macguire x reader #charles smith #charles smith x reader #micah bell #micah bell x reader #kieran duffy #kieran duffy x reader #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #rdr2 x reader

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ladystarksneedle · 5 months

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Virtue and Vice

Aemond x maid reader

A/N: I've decided to make this a mini series, after a bit of inspiration. Thank you so much for reading 💕

Dividers by @saradika

(Ongoing)

Summary: As the realm tears itself apart, a maid at the keep grapples with the changes wrought upon them under the watchful eye of an ever wanting dragon.

Part I: The eye of awe

Part II: The eye of desire

Part III: The eye of envy

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, period typical sexism, usage of derogatory language, implied smut, spoilers for house of the dragon season 2, mentions of death, attempted assault, period typical crimes and their punishments, canon divergence.

Taglist: @witheredoffherwitch @arcielee @chompchompluke @barbieaemond @watercolorskyy @b00kw0rmsworld

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 5 months

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The Economic Difference Between The Miner and Mine Owner's Daughter

Chapter Two

Based on this ask

Rated Explicit | Warning: period typical sexism

Ao3

Taglist: @anastasiablossomlove @tfamidoingwithmylife

Chapter One | Chapter Three

This goes on for quite some time. There are nights you go hungry for him, a fair price to pay as your father does not pay these people enough nor give them the proper food needed to truly fill them. No, he uses the ‘company store’ to keep them in debt with him and thus the company. Norton’s father just like all the others, and Norton forced to pay off a debt not of his making.

Norton with each ‘offering’ seems tolerant of you, well as tolerant as any miner worker could be given who you are. Yes, there are some who like you, you grew up around them, and they have seen you scold your father when was not treating them right. You were able to give them days off on holidays! At the cost of your allowance but again, a price you are willing to pay.

You have your mother’s heart, father told you, a heart he fears the world will eat up.

Tonight in the mines, Norton seemed to have been waiting for you as he stared at the rusted watch he keeps at hand. No one has stolen it because it has no value.

Currently sitting with him in this small space with only the walls of dirt and rock as the witnesses to this exchange.

“Why are you giving me this?”

“Because I want to help. Even in a small way.”

He rolls his eyes, “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” Chewing on freshly baked pumpkin bread. “You should be listening to your father. This isn't a place for a woman.” Snarky. “Might dirty your pretty dress.”

“I am more effective here.” You pour him a cup of tea and then offer it to him. “Earl gray.”

“What do you want out of this?” He does not take the cup immediately, “You want a pet? Something to play around with until daddy finds you a real man?” What he is implying is not unheard of yet is unseemly to you.

Those of lower status can gain money by being the lover of someone of higher status. They are paid to give an escape.

… A handsome man like Norton Campbell would be ideal, the scar adds to his ruggedness .

You roll your eyes, “Is it so hard to believe some people just want to help?”

“People like you, yes. Nothing in this world is free. Especially when the rich are involved.”

There is a pause as he takes the cup from your hand, his eyes hard and cold. Norton only eats the food you leave him because honestly, he needs it. The usual food given either gets stolen from him or barely enough to give him energy.

You have given him quality and quantity food, he has been filling out better and his energy has been up. Even now in the late hours, he eats some treats you baked and gifting him this Christmas day. Your father is currently overseas and most of the miners are home for a holiday.

Here you are alone with some poor man on Christmas, the scandal!

“... Change can only happen if it starts from the top.” Mumbling the words.

The silence of the mine, rocks shifting, flickering lights. Norton moves closer to you, sitting in front of you, “Heh, anyone can claim to know how to change anything when they are sitting comfortably.” You look at the ground as he goes on, giving you wake up to reality.

“Want to change something? Give every man here a piece of the pie.” Chung down the lukewarm tea, “Then see what they will do with it,” He wipes his mouth with the back of his arm, “Half of them will drink it away. The other half gambling it.” Disgusted.

Norton sounds like your father. Maybe it is true or maybe not, you like to believe every worker would pay off their debt and then run away to live a better life.

“You… What about you?”

He goes quiet then snickers, “Buy out your father's stocks,” You look surprised to hear that, “Rip this hellhole right from under him. Take every last piece of gold from him until he is begging me for a job.” Then, he leans forward, eyeing you, “Maybe if he gives me his daughter, I might be willing to send him to a nice nursing home.”

His world resembles the abyss of the mines. No way out. Always digging deeper. Norton makes sure to look at you objectively, to make you feel like he is both undressing and fucking you.

“I doubt that.” You frown, “No, you would try to improve things.”

He laughs at you, “Seriously? Why? Because I worked these mines since I could wrap my hands around a pickaxe!? Pft, it is every man for himself in this place. Learn that now.��

Survival of the fittest, the theory of evolution. You have read up on the subject before. How only the strong and adaptable will survive. The strong who dictate the fate of the weak.

And in this world, money makes you powerful.

Could change only happen from the top? Does the change happen when those below become the ones in power? Or does the cycle of oppression continue?

“Go home.” Standing up and going back to work.

“Mr. Campbell,” You speak while gathering the plate and cup you brought, “Thank you.”

When you left, he stopped working to savor the taste of pumpkin bread in his mouth.

Humans are selfish creatures.

When Norton’s map was taken from him and brought to the foreman, then to your father, they took the credit. Norton will get none of the credit and whatever gold they find, he will never see it. This is a promise your father made to him, you could only stand in shock.

Golden Cave. All roads lead here. All roads and lives.

Maybe it was karma that caused all this to happen.

You did not visit the worksite immediately like usual, your father had you sent away to Europe for a time with your grandparents on vacation. When you returned, you saw only the near end of the madness of this place.

The whispers, the accidents, some of the workers disappearing. The reports are insane! Not to mention the loss of money going into this! It was like they were digging for Fool's Gold!

When you saw your father, he looked like a shadow of his former self. A hollowed old man.

When you tried to take him home, he refused by yelling and throwing things in his office around. He never acted like this before!

Something is very, very wrong with this place.

Your father says they have to find the gold Norton Campbell's claims should be here.

Gold, gold, gold; he mined for coal! There is nothing here and you fear that more money funded into this project will put your family business in serious debt.

Worse, put your father in a mental ward with his erratic behavior.

You did not like this, you told him this is wrong, everything here is wrong! But all he did was shut you out.

The place is empty, all the workers, including your father, are in the mines. In the infirmary, the doctor was knocked unconscious when you found him.

After waking him up, a disturbing discovery was revealed to you.

The doctor explained the escalating situation to you. He speculated something in the cave, possibly gaseous, is causing the miners and your father to lose their senses. It was hard to believe but he then pointed out how sensible both you and him are being.

“Your father went into the mines with the others,” The doctor gives you a notice sent to all the miners.

Our time has come. Enter the mines. The detonation will reveal the truth.

Whatever is going on down there it sounds like nothing good is about to come out of it! You fear your father will be lost forever to you if you do not stop them from digging further into the mines of Golden Cave.

You quickly run inside the dreadful cave praying it is not too late, a mining lamp your only source of light.

As you travel deeper you hear voices, whispers that warn you to run away growing louder and louder as you follow the path of wire connected to charges within the cave.

“Norton!?” He is sitting on the ground talking to himself, “Norton, stop!” Seeing him trying to light the fuse.

It was then the voices went silent. The world goes still.

Everything feels slowed down as you knock the lighter from his hand. Your lamp going out leaving you both in ill lighting.

Then, now, you lay on the uneven ground with dirty glove-covered hands wrapped around your throat.

“N-Norton…?”

He squeezes yet it loosens only to tighten again.

You can see conflict all over his face, he is mumbling as if talking to someone.

Someone who is not you.

The gas… It must be… Effecting him.

“Norton,” Your hand reached out to him. “You h-have to s-snap out o-of it.” There is a panicked look on his face when your soft hand touches the scarred portion of his face. Those eyes that often glared at you gaze upon you in fear.

Fear.

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parmahamlarrie · 7 months

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I'm back! Life got away from me a bit the last few months, but I'm so happy to have a rec list for you all once again! x

🍎 Wild And Unruly || @100percentsassy @gloriaandrews || 123.6k Cowboy Harry, Lawyer Louis, Strangers to Enemies to Lovers I'm late to the party on this one, I know, but this was such a joy to read amongst my summer travels!

🍎 begging for you to take my hand (wreck my plans, that's my man) || hemakeshimstrongx || 70.1k Famous/Non Famous, Rockstar Louis, Photographer Harry, Touring, Established Relationship I adored this so much! It was such a fun read.

🍎 Follow Your Arrow || @ladyaj-13 || 36.2k A/B/O, Pack Dynamics, Canon Divergent, Touch Deprivation

🍎 Blush || @dip-lou-in-honey || 33.4k Historical AU, A/B/O, Period Typical Sexism

🍎 We Don't Need No Pier of Paper (From the City Clerk) || @2tiedships2 || 26.1k A/B/O, Soulmate AU, Online Dating, Arranged Marriage The joy of getting this fic in my inbox! Always a lovely read from this author.

🍎 Something To Remember || @parmahamlarrie || 25k Soulmate AU, Famous Harry, Writer Louis, Travel, Hawaii My one fic I've written in months... But one I love!

🍎 Meet Me In The Hallway || @bananaheathen || 15.8k Genderfluid Harry, Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Bad Parents, Angst and Feelings and Smut Y'all know how I adore this author! I rarely let angst seep into my reading, but this one was heart wrenching in the best way.

🍎 It's All Novel: How to Care for Your Omega in Heat || @insightfulinsomniac || 12.9k A/B/O, Omega Harry, Alpha Louis, Established Relationship, Heat, Communication Truly one of the BEST sequels! I love this series so much!

🍎 Black Leather, Blue Lace || @insightfulinsomniac || 8.5k Soulmate AU, Established Relationship, Farmer Louis, City Girl Harry, Exhibitionism

🍎 Court Wine || @enchantedlandcoffee @red-pandaaa || 7.3k A/B/O, Non Traditional A/B/O, Nesting, Miscommunication, Idiots in Love

🍎 Trying to Find the Words (To Say For Ages) || @insightfulinsomniac || 6.8k College AU, Fluff and Smut, Roommates to Lovers

🍎 just the two of us (we can make it if we try) || @starryhaze28 || 5.9k A/B/O, Pregnant Harry, Omega Drop, Established Relationship This is one of the fics that has stuck with me the longest recently, such a good idea!

🍎 You're Always on My Mind (And So Is Your Hair) || @insightfulinsomniac || 4.9k Canon, Fluff and Smut, Quiff Louis

🍎 I'm fastening myself to you with with a stitch || @greeneyesfriedrice || 3.3k Girl Direction, Service Kink, D/S, Established Relationship There were so many good girl direction fics recently, but this one truly stood out.

🍎 my lap is the best place for you to be || @bottomhaztoplou || 2.9k A/B/O, Historical, Intersex Omegas, Pregnant Harry, Established Relationship

🍎 this love is ours || wherewestwood || 2.5k A/B/O, Established Relationship, Chirping Some fun fluff for your day!

🍎 and it was love at first blush || @bottomhaztoplou || 2.4k A/B/O, Historical AU, Ballroom Dancing, Courtship, Courting Rituals

🍎 Touch the Sky and Kiss the Sun || @londonfoginacup || 2.1k Soulmate Au, Famous/Non-Famous, Musician Louis, Make Up Artist Harry God, okay. This one. One of the best fics I've read in months, and I'm so serious. I am very picky on my soulmate AU and this one capture everything good about the trope in such a short word count!

🍎 Lights Are So Bright || @becomeawendybird || 2.1k Famous/Famous, Quarterback Louis, Singer Harry Could easily read 100k of this!

🍎 listen to me, butterfly || wherewestwood || 2.1k A/B/O, Established Relationship, Canon, Nesting

🍎 Family Bonding || @neondiamond || 1.6k Kidfic, Established Relationship, Adoption

For past rec lists: click here!

Looking for something more specific? Send me an ask!

#28th appreciation #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #hlsource #hlcreators #1dsource #yourlarrysource #1d source #one direction fan fiction #one direction #larry fanfic rec #ao3 feed larry #larry fanfiction #fic rec list #my fic rec lists

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wangxianficfinder · 11 months

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In the mood for...

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1. itmf a fic where lan zhan interacts with wei ying’s mom. ty!!

Cartwheels In Cloud Recesses Series by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 23k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, CSSR and WCZ Live, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans)

💖 Magical Marriage Ribbons Series by starandrea (Varies, 1m, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Accidental Marriage, Fluff, Happy Ending, Telepathic bond, Kink Negotiation, Family Drama, Magical Pregnancy, Dual Cultivation, Shapeshifters, Modern with Magic, Immortality, Yilling Wei Sect) the later part of the Magical Marriage Ribbon series

the world will follow after by dottie_dramas (dottie_wan_kenobi) (E, 8k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, modern, humor, smut, love at first sight, CSSR & WCZX live, meet the family, genderqueer WWX, shotgun wedding, fast burn, fluff) and the second part of the world will follow after series

in case of fire, break glass by Jenrose (T, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Hurt/comfort, Everyone loves/nobody dies)

Wújī by FairyTaleDreams (M, 50k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WCZ & CS Lives, Rouge cultivator WWX)

From the Warm Sun by sunshine_sparrow (T, 58k, WangXian, CSSR & WWX, CSSR & LQR, Discussion of Rape, Period-Typical Sexism, Mostly CQL but probably some MDZS too, CSSR Lives, Madam Lán Lives, Qingheng-jun lives, But WCZ Still Dies, Fix-It, Happy Ending, All Soft and Very Little Angst, the wens live, Yīn Iron, Good Person MY, Good Person LQR)

mother of mothers by SpeedingCheetah (T, 11k, wangxian, CSSR & WWX, canon divergence, fairytale elements, implied/referenced self-harm, implied/referenced character death, BSSR is WWX’s grandparent, LWJ pov, LWJ centric, WWX centric, trans WWX, curses, curse breaking, LWJ’s grief & unresolved feelings about his mother, triggers in notes)

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2. Hi, I have no idea if this even exists but do you know of any fics involving a time loop/groundhog day kinda situation?

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Night Hunts, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Use Your Words, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy)

the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Fix-It, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Canon)

see you yesterday by glyphic (M, 138k, WIP, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Ghost Hunters, Time Loop, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn) it's incomplete, but glyphic's 'see you yesterday' is an AMAZING russian doll/time loop AU

A Necessary Evil by GravityWinsAgain (M, 8k, Wangxian, Major Character Death, time travel, hurt/comfort but mostly hurt, I’m not going to lie this is all angst, not a happy ending) we only see one iteration of the loop, but it's definitely a loop

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3. Hi, I'm looking for fics that give Wei Wuxian a good childhood, time travel fix it or just retelling, either with the Jiangs or adopted by another major sect

Do you know any you can recommend? @forestandstardust

Hope Series by RoseThorne (G/T, WangXian, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Memory Loss, Angst, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Butterfly Effect, Kid Fic, Epistolary, Cultivation Sect Politics)

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4. for itmf, could i ask for ppl's time travel recs, specifically where:

A) other characters travel than wangxian (even OC if there's a fic like that)

B) its "a glimpse of future happiness" type of deal rather than erasing the timeline (basically time travel to the future or characters temporarily going to the past) - i would love if it leads to actual written payoff in the new timeline <3

thank you! @danmeiireader

4A)

Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing)

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, ChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It)

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized (M, 70k, LXC / OFC, minor wangxian, canon divergence, Isekai, transmigration, fix-it, Butterfly effect, sunshot campaign, not everyone dies au, no golden core transfer, dimension travel, self-insert, angst w happy ending)

With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder, Z chirurgiczną precyzją (podfik) by tehanu, [PODFIC] With Surgical Precision by Gwogobo, With Surgical Precision [PODFIC] by Opalsong)

4B)

A Wedding For The Ages by pupeez4eva (Not rated, 6k, wangxian, time travel, humor, everyone lives au)

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5. hii for the next itmf do you know any fics where wwx disappears for some time and then comes back kinda changed and everyone is shocked? pls wangxian and preferably modern au

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6. Hi!! Do you guys know any fics that are alternative takes to the scene in the untamed where WWX drinks the wine for LWJ?? or anything that expands on that scene, really?? Many thanks!!

At the bottom of the bottle, you're the poison in the wine by KatAnni (T, 11k, WangXian, Fainting, Angst, Poisoning, Golden Core Reveal, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, POV Multiple, Attempted Murder, hinted Chengqing, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence)

every breath that comes before by tardigradeschool (T, 10k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Poison, Golden Core Reveal, Sharing a Bed, Hair Brushing, very very background 3zun, Angst with a Happy Ending, PTSD)

Blackouts by GravityWinsAgain (M, 11k, wangxian, modern, date rape drugs/roofies, but nothing bad happens, JZxun & SS & WC being assholes, hurt/comfort, Mojo’s post) starts with a modern au of that scene

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7. do u know of any fanfictions where the avatar movie crossed with mdzs? The one with the na'vi in it. @chrystalstitch

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8. Are there any protective wen Ning fics? Wn protective for wwx

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9. Itmf a)scholar wwx fics

b) lxc bashing

9A)

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 644k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

Truths Laid Bare For All by Preludian_Staves (T, 42k, wangxian, arranged marriage, not Jiang friendly, truth serum, love confessions, golden core reveal, implied referenced abuse, getting to know each other, genius WWX, falling in love, courting, WIP (hiatus))

In Walls of Glass by Comfect (T, 43k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, XiCheng, Good Uncle LQR, Teacher LQR, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It, Butterfly Effect, JC friendly, Family Feels, Cultivation Theory, POV LQR, Seriously the only WWX Bashing is in the first chapter or so and is canonical in LQR's head, Initial WWX Bashing, Eventual WWX Appreciation, JC appreciation)

🧡 One Can Keep A Secret (If He Does Not Know It's There) by H_Belle (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern Cultivators, Inventor WWX, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, YLLZ WWX, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Pining LWJ, POV WWX, Background Wangxian Getting Together, Jiangs are only mentioned in the passing, inspired by a tumblr post)

To Respect a Scholar by FlautistsandPeonies (G, 5k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, WWX's canon genius, not JC friendly, author WWX)

Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing) (link in #4A)

the roots in my heart (also grow in yours) by halfdemonvash (M, 16k, WangXian, Modern AU, Plants, Botanist WWX, Botanist LWJ, the burial mounds are a greenhouse, Fluff, Mild Smut, WWX POV, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Sexual Content)

🧡 i really want to know (who are you) by Stratisphyre (M, 19k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Golden Core Reveal, Single Dad WWX, Reasonable Authority Figure LQR, Allusions to violence and murder, Hospitalization)

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10. Hello! Thank you so much for all you do - your posts bring me joy. 🥰 For the next ITMF post, any fics where WWX or LWJ (or both) are circus performers? Thank you! @youhideastar

Flying High and Falling Hard by UseMyMuse (E, wangxian, circus au, silk aerialist WWX, ring master LWJ)

🧡 Faire thee well by Scrippio (T, 77k, WangXian, ChengQing, XuanLi, 3Zun, Modern AU, Renaissance Faire, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slow Burn) They don't work at the circus, but they do work at the renaissance faire, and I think there's some overlap

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11. Hello! I dont know if I should label this as fic finder or ITMF or maybe both.

its a fic where lwj and lxc compete for wwx's heart. i know that ive read one like this but i cant find it anymore [its a series where wwx died right, then when he came back, lxc said to lwj that if wwx chose him before, lxc will stand beside him (talking about the siege)] but i also want to read some fics like this. Added also to FF ~Mod L

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12. Hello, I want to request some fics for the next ITMF. Is there fics where everyone (the jiangs or whoever his family/friends is) is being overprotective over a naive, oblivious and spoiled wei ying that they regarded lan zhan as a thief who wants to steal away and defile wy? Thanks you in advance ppl ♡

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13. Hey! Thanks for all you do! I was wondering if you know of any really good CSSR-centric fics for the next ITMF post. Thank you in advance!

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14. Hi! For the intmf, do you have any recs for where wangxian gets together early like during the Cloud Recesses Arc? Preferably WWX's POV, and the relationship is mostly kept as a secret. But I don't mind them being shameless abt it either lol.

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15. ITMF where Lan Wangji is cradling his husband Wei Wuxian's unconscious body @yupkook

Talismans by brooklinegirl (E, 10k, wangxian)

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16. ITMF the lans found out about the whip marks at the back of wwx. It can be jiang bashing, good lans, anything like lans rescued wwx / give him sanctuary or any.

💙 Holding shreds by barisan (T, 5k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, No Sunshot Campaign, Body Swap, Not for sexy shenanigans, Chronic Pain, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, POV WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiāng Family Bashing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Smart WWX)

Warming up (to him) by barisan (T, 9k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Hypothermia, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Temporary Character Death, Medical Inaccuracies, YZY Abuses WWX, JFM Bashing, pre-wangxian, Good Uncle LQR, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort) this one and "Holding shreds" from the same author, but they are both locked

What If..... Jiang Cheng Understood? by ToxicAngel13 (M, 45k, WIP, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WangXian Get Married in the Cold Springs Cave, Protective JC, Confused WWX, Angry LWJ, Fix-It of Sorts, Good Uncle LQR, Implied/Referenced Child Abus, ePOV LQR, YZY Bashing, POV JFM, Not JFM Friendly, Hurt/Comfort,Protective NHS) Just caught up on this last night, so good timing!

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17. are there any wangxian fics where post canon (any time period is fine really) where they find out wwx and lwj are actually blood related? @sentientcongee

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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cadmusfly · 5 months

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How Much Is That Doggie In The Window?

Summary:

A short improbable explanation of why Napoleon allowed Lannes to refer to him so irreverently when even his own family had been asked to use the formal vous.

Fandoms: Napoleonic Era RPF, 19th Century CE RPF

Characters: Jean Lannes, Napoleon Bonaparte

Relationship: Napoleon Bonaparte/Jean Lannes

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Sex, Implied Sexual Content, Mild Period-Typical Sexism

Words: 853

#napoleonic rpf #historical rpf #napoleonic era RPF #marshalate rpf #cadmus writes #cad writes fanfic #cad talks about dead frenchmen on main #this is silly

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dearmantis · 1 year

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A little loss of innocence - Masterlist

You flee from the celebration of your betrothal to a Fjerdan royal, convinced that no one will notice your absence, and hide in the only place where you know no one will find you. The generals chambers.

Status: ongoing

Warnings: manipulation, murder, period typical sexism, implied abuse

1. It all goes in vain

2.9k words, warnings for period-typical sexism

2. A deal with a god

3k words, warnings for period-typical sexism, manipulation, mentions of domestic abuse

3. Walk through fire

4. I like new things, they shine

5. I'll never be pure again

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hotd-bigbang · 6 months

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Author: @cocoalover1956 | Artist: @the-common-cowgirl

Title: Doves and Ravens Fly the Same | Category: F/F, Gen | Rating: Mature | Word count: 17.5k

Warnings: Unreliable Narrator, Psychological Trauma, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Period-Typical Sexism, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, Patriarchy, Misogyny, Internalized Misogyny, Slut Shaming.

Summary: Alicent got up and returned to the solar, where she found the letter. The uneven scrawl was a testament to how thoroughly this disease had ravaged her husband’s body. Though barely legible, Alicent could still discern the meaning. He once more begged Rhaenyra for a reconciliation, even though it was her own fault he had been forced to dismiss her claim to the throne and exile her from court. He asked after her bastard, and near the end he began to mention legitimizing him as a Targaryen.

What sort of hold did that girl have on him to make him write this, even though she had never written back in all sixteen years of her disgrace? He is not in his right mind, Alicent reasoned. Pain and sickness have addled his wits. Surely if he were healthier, he would understand what chaos and disaster this legitimization would bring. Rhaenyra would take it as proof that she was meant to be heir all along and fight to put herself and her bastard on the throne. Alicent’s children and grandchildren would be a risk.

She lowered the parchment to her candle and watched as the flames slowly devoured it.

Read the full story on AO3.

Created as part of the House of the Dragon Big Bang '23 event on @hotd-bigbang

#house of the dragon #cocoalover1956 #the-common-cowgirl #hotd big bang #house of the dragon big bang #house of the dragon fandom

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thebottomfromhell · 4 months

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Headcanons

Female Reader as mother figure of Demon Kids, Human and Demon

Requested by @ghostlyduckdragonllama via message, who seems to have deactivated her account but I had already started it by then, so here we are.

Warnings: Cannibalism, Mentioned menstrual period's blood, Typical era sexism, Implied prostitution, Implied child's prostitution, Slight manga spoilers, Cortesan reader (only the first, job not explicit but important to the dynamic)

Human Reader

Daki:

Daki knows she had a mother once, but the closest thing that comes into her mind when she thinks about any word that relates to parenting is her big brother. She has no idea if it's because the memory loss that most demons have or if she just never met the woman, but since she can remember some things about Gyutaro, who barely cares that a human women is getting close to his sister, doesn't think anything you can fo could hurt her, she thinks it's the second. You were like every other woman at first, competition to get more clients, to stablish herself as the most beautiful and the one in control. You were never meant to see her as a child in this world, but you did, and none of you know how. You just... felt it?

"How are you faring, Daki?" And of course, getting closer would also mean to get to know about her being a demon with time. Not that she was ever worried of you finding out, silencing others is easy, specially in here. You being another courtesan would make it the easiest job to get rid of you, just give a fale journal and done. But... you didn't react like the others. You didn' react with hatred, fear, sorrow... Daki doesn't even know how to begin to describe how you reacted, it was berely a reaction! But... "You know you can take a break if you need to, I can tell the others that you are feeling sick."

You started taking care of her. At first she was against it, other women were to compete or eat (since they fill the requirements for Daki's food easier than men, and she is picky), not to befriend. That was always her lifestyle, only men would take care of her one way or another. She doesn't know when it changed, or how. Why did she start relaxing around you? Not when you started treating her like a child, specially since that interfered with her job. Not when she started to be around in your periods, even if the scent of blood and sex gave her a sense of faniliarity, of home, like the scent of birth. Her brother more often than not tells her that she should not worry her pretty face, that thinking is not her strong suite, so she should just do as she pleases.

"I am fine." She says, still pushing you away. Daki lets you get away with more things than anyone else, she respects you and let's you take care of her when she is in the mood, but it's hard to parent her when you are human and woman. In the end, Gyutaro is still more a parent to her than you are, and Daki will always trust him more than she will ever trust you. Because, in her eyes, as a woman in this district, you are still meant to use and discarge. So better not get attached. "I just needed a break. I will go to see my next client, if you excuse me." You want to stop her, but she leaves in a blink. So much of trying to be helpful.

Zohakuten:

Zohakuten has never had parents, but he does have a family. The rest of Hantengu is his family, an essential part of him, just like he knows parents, a father and a mother, are essential for children, even if he has never experienced that himself. He doesn't blame the rest of Hantengu for not taking much care of him, though, that's a woman's job, and they are all men. It's not their place to cuddle him, and as the strongest he shouldn't need to. He thought he didn't. Then you came.

"Zohakuten, help me with these. Will you?" You ask for his help more often than not, turning out he likes to be helpful, being "pampered" in return. This makes the chores rather easy, specially with so hard is to get by as an unmarried woman, even now your family is trying to convice you to settle down, taking away any support as a desesperate meassure. You are just meant to be married and have children like any other woman. "Is this ok, mama?" Except you now have a child, a very protective and attached one. Specially since, even if you are taller than him, he considers you "small and weak", so he thinks of you as something that must be protected.

Now, you are aware that the demon will never let you marry. You two met as he ate a man with a sword that was courting you, but didn't accept your rejection. You only saw fitting to let the kid stay for the night, then you realized he couldn't leave for the day. It became a routine for him to seek refuge from the sun with you, as you slowly began to become a sort of safe and comfortable space. The lack of testosterone is becoming part of comfort. He started calling you "mama" after you told him it was ok after he muttered it when a day you were petting his head in your lap.

Zohakuten also likes taking care of you when you are in your period, being able to smell it before the times come. Even with this, rotten like, state of blood, he finds the mixture of scent comforting as it mixes something known with you. He makes sure to let you rest and sometimes cuddles with you, almost pretending to be good for your praise and love, when he is not like that for anyone alse. For you, he is an angel, everyone else will face a rude demon brat, but that is how it tend to works. Or maybe it's just the way you see it, fogetting on purpose every snark and swear he let's around and how he talks about others.

"Mama? Are you ok?" He is your child, after all. What else are you meant to do but love and support him? "Don't worry, kid. I'm fine."

Kaigaku:

Kaigaku has been an orphan... he doesn't even want to think about it, that was his human life. Now he is a demon. After training so many years to kill them it's an idea he still has to get used to. In his life he has met several older women who would comment on his looks, strengh and manners, some would even lend him some food (mostly sweets) or offer him some money in exchange of him helping with something, like the lumber or to get something. Most of them were just kind women in general, it had nothing to do with him, besides the fact he was a strong boy.

You, on the other hand, made it personal, it was about him. Kaigaku can't help but wonder if you would have adopted him if you had met him when he was human. He can't see it, he has never seen himself being adopted, having a family. But he was never just a nobody rotting in the dirt with other urchins that lived off charity work, he wanted to be someone, someone powerful. Kokushibou, Uppermoon one, doesn't like him getting attached to you, it reminds him of his brother and mother, tells Kaigaku that it makes him weak, so he tries to set distance. "Y/N-san, I will be out for training for a while."

"Again? Are you sure it's a good idea?" You found him hiding from the sun one day, just in time before the the roration would make the light reach him as he hid in a shadow. You took him home, and Kaigaku is grateful, so he keeps helping you, always coming back when he wants to feel safe. If it was not for his diet and appereance, you could have sworn he is a normal teen. But he is not, he is a demon, but even that doesn't save him from having to train. "I will be back in a week, I promise to be careful."

If he could he would give in to your cares, to the worry you have with him, the bossy gentleness. He would call you "mom", try to prove why he is better than any biological son you could have in a society that preassures you into having one. But... mothers pampers their son way too much, or at least that is the image he is running from. Because after so much time reaching for power, he can't settle up with you, a common woman with no strengh to give. "Ok. Make sure to come back." And he will, because he still wants a mother on his own.

Demon Reader

Daki:

You and Nakime are the only other female demons she has met and actually talked to, even if Nakime most of the time just ignores her and is waiting for the order to throw everyone out of her castle. They barely get along, but Daki knows the deal with appereances. She didn't mind you being in the District, as long as you remained unseen by humans, stayed away from her prey and were constantly reminded this was her territory. It was probably the fact that you were a demon woman that got her lenient on you, as everytime she went to give you the warning she stayed an extra time to talk. Rumours, dresses, experience with food, complains about others, that kind of things. That what it took Daki to open up.

None of you know when you started treating her like a child, it just felt natural, you have to wonder if you had one or were even pregnant in your human life, because it came naturally. The idea of having Daki as a cub, to spend the day takimg care of her, hiding together when the sun is up, it all came natural. "Did you enjoy your meal, my little princess?" She nods cutely as you wipe gently her face to clean the blood, usually she is not that messy eater but she likes to be spoiled. "Yes, oka-chan! I left a bit your you, try it!"

To Daki, it's just right to call you that way. She remembers having a mother, or at least Gyutaro talking about her in their human life, but she doesn't recall the woman herself. As far as she is aware, her big brother was the one to raise her by his own, always taking care of her in a way that every other men would not, in a selfless and caring one. But men were the ones to take care of her, with the money, the housing, the dressing, the gifts... it's always men. She never expected to group a woman with them, much less group her with her brother. In this selfless and caring way that, as you are a demon, she can fully appreciate.

Gyutaro doesn't mind you, he actually is grateful that you are good to Daki. He has always felt she needed some female huide, someone to be there for things he can't fully understand. "She likes being with you, ne. Everyone is always on with how the mother is the most important caretaker, ne, but... ne, she has never felt that. So... thank you for stepping in or whatever. Ne?" You don't mind, Daki is a good girl, stubborn and spoiled, but good (because you are a demon, because you are aware she can also be cruel, but she barely is with you and Gyutaro, at least not on purpose).

"Oka-chan! I got this dress, but it's doesn't really suits me. Can you try it on? I'll even do your hair and make-up! Pleeeaase?" You chuckle and give in, she also likes taking care of you from time to time. "Sure. Why not?"

Zohakuten:

Zohakuten is a rude boy, he likes treating small and weak things with care. But you are a demon like him, you are not small and weak in his eyes, so of course he is a brat with you. At least at first, the fact that you are a woman didn't help, or at least you felt it that way. He was visibly a child, but it took a lot of time for treating him like one felt... normal, instead of odd because of his power and rank. Still, he was a child and you felt he had to be treated as such, even if you have no idea where this impulse to mother him came from. Maybe you were a mother before this better, stronger life, where you are above men instead of expected to live for them. Now they die for you, literally.

"Zohakuten, I swear that if you disrespect me one more time I'm leaving for real and never coming back." You have to reward and punish a lot, he is not easy to deal with, and so far you have no idea which one should be empty threats or not, so you dis leave for a while. You were planning on coming back after getting some rest, and with the clones separating that time without Zohakuten was longer than expecting. On the bright side, he started behaving more. You have no idea why you are making this so traditional, you are demons, it's not like he will grow into a gentleman to marry off. Maybe it's something you knew once.

Things are easier after he starts being more respectful, stopping calling you names and challenging you, which was scary as you knew you would lose against Upper 4. He is not a bad boy, but he is still a brat, it takes you a while to accept that, but you manage to live with that. And you must admit, you do miss him when he is gone for the sake of Hantegu, to the point you start preassuring the clones into fusing more often, even if it's an overkill. "Are you ok?" Zohakuten seemed weirded out bay being called more often, but he got over it soon, not complaining of spending time with you.

It takes him a while, but he starts seeing you as a mother figure, to the point of calling you "mama". You have no idea how to feel about it, but you guess it's fine, specially as he grows attached. "Zohakuten, eat. It took me effor to get the food how you like it. I swear it's just how you like it this time." Still a bit bratty, but it could be worse. "Yes mama." You definetely are not letting the kid go so easily.

Kaigaku:

Kaigaku never had someone that filled a mother rol for him, somehow he felt conflicted about it. You are a demon. Well, he is one too, but that doesn't change that you should not be... you know... eating children over taking care of them? Not that Kaigaku considers himself a kid, he was a slayer wanting to rise and become the next thunder Hashira after this, but... it didn't work out, not if he wanted to stay alive. Now he wants to become an Uppermoon, one of the Kizuki, the strongest demons.

"Well, for that you would need to eat a lot more, you know?" You have seen young demons, the ones that were transformed not so long ago while also being children, not being able to eat properly. Kaigaku is one of those, since he still has to distance himself from his humanity, so he can't still bring himself to see humans as food. You didn't have that problem, once you became conscious of your nature you ate as much as you wanted, no longer held by the standard of having to eat little for the sake of a good figure. It was freedom, to be away from a society of human men, and you are sure the kid will see it that way too, sooner or later.

Still, you took pity on the young boy and decided to help him out, to show him how to eat and hunt. To the surprise of both of you, he quickly linked and got attached. Like he was yearning to be taken care of, like a kid. You don't know how to feel about it, since one of the things you enjoyed of being a demon is to not be expected to have a family, to have children. And now you are taking care of a child that isn't even yours, the irony. You even started arguing with Kokushibou, him being Upper 1 be danmed, as he says you "cuddle him too much". Yeah, right. He can have an opinion the second he takes care of the kid. "Ofukuro, it's fine."

There is also that... ofukuro, a very respectful and affectionate way sons have to call their mothers the holders of the control of the family. It's endearing that he calls you like that, that he holds that image of you. In the end he simply became your kid. One that you want to see rise, since you started to support him in his goal of becoming an Uppermoon. There is so much you can do, not being part of the Kizuki yourself, but you can and will help him to get in terms of his demon side. "You are a strong and determinated boy, I am proud of that. Keep practicing and eating, and I promise you will get with the Uppermoons soon."

He does, the same way he stays with you when you both hide from the sun, the same way he opnes up. You became a safe space that any household should be, that any home should be. "Thank you, ofukuro." He says one day, not looking at you as you give him a piece of flesh that you took before hiding. "Don't thank me, son. You know that I'm here for you."

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #the demon kids #parent reader #parenting #female reader #daki #zohakuten #kaigaku

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