#Alcina is doing her best okay

[lorrainestea]

Lady Dimitrescu: Are you really sure you want your daughter back?

Ethan: What kind of question is this? Of course I do!

Lady Dimitrescu: I see...

Ethan: Shouldn't you understand? You have three daughters yourself!

Lady Dimitrescu: That's why I know exactly what I'm talking about. You know, I might be an immortal, not aging vampire, but-

Bela: *runs in the room* Mother! Cassandra just forced Daniela to eat sand and told her she'll get superpowers if she eats it!

Lady Dimitrescu: *sighs* But these three gave me my first gray hair.

Ethan: ...

[inlovewithgreta]

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Week Two: body worship/massage

Oiled Up - Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Alcina started feeling needy during her weekly massage session with you.

Other Warnings: praise, eating out, etc…

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @enchantressb @shslbunnylover @aemilia @bellatrixsbrat @finnja555

Translations:

*draga mea: my darling

*îngeraș: angel

*zeița mea: my goddess

*eşti frumoasă: you are beautiful

*dragoste: love

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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"Mmm, I love how good you are with your hands, draga mea," Alcina admitted as you kneaded at her meaty thigh.

'My darling’, you couldn't help the deep shade of blush that snuck onto your cheeks at her words. She knew exactly how to get you flustered. You had been her personal maid for weeks now, and she could read you like the back of her hand. It was just too easy. You were the only maid whose eyes not once glanced in her direction as she changed at her vanity, blushed each and every time she called you a term of endearment, and treated her body like she was a national treasure each time you gave the woman her weekly massages.

And to you she was exactly that. A treasure. The kind of treasure that deserved to be treated with the best care possible.

"Only the best for you, my lady," you gave the woman a small smile.

"Alcina," she corrected you. "You're the only one who's seen me naked, the least you could do is call me by my first name." She smirked to herself when noticed your blush grow deeper.

"I–" Words were unable to form as your focus from your task wavered. Had you truly been the only one to see her bare form? With the way she was so carefree about undressing in front of you, there was no possible way you could be the only one. But the truth is, you were.

She trusted you. Trusted you with caring for her. Trusted you with treating her the way she had always yearned to be treated. Other maids were scared of her, but you, you never feared her. You adored her. Everything about her was perfect to you, and she could see that admiration in your eyes each and every time you glanced her way.

"You seem surprised..." she noted the shocked look on your face with curiosity.

"No!" you immediately caught onto the subtle change of tone. "You–you're just so...beautiful, and I just thought–"

"Beautiful.." she chuckled to herself. "I wondered when you would admit your attraction to me. That was easier than I thought."

"What?" you returned your gaze back to her, hands still kneading at her soft milky skin.

"Do you think I haven't noticed the way you look at me? And the way you touch me?"

"I'm so sorry if I've made you uncomfortable–" you went to remove your hands but Alcina was quick to grab at your wrist to keep you from moving.

"I find it quite adorable actually. The way you try not to look at or touch my breasts, and avoid making any contact between my legs when you give me my massages. Here I am lying here naked, giving you full access to my body and you go completely red the second you get near my chest or my cunt." She licked her bottom lip with a deeper smirk than before, purposely dragging your palm up her body. "I know you want to feel me. To play with me. And if you truly think I'm beautiful..prove it."

Alcina had wanted you just as much as you did her, and in this moment it all made sense. The little pet names, the smiles she would only give to you, the gentle touches she would give you here and there all finally connected. She had been giving you clear signs since day one. She wanted.. no, she needed more from you.

She let go of your wrist once your body was leaning over hers, and your hand was hovering over her right breast. Your left hand was shaky while the other one had rested along her soft stomach to keep you from falling on top of her.

"Touch me, iubi. All of me." Alcina nodded her head, reassuring you even more than she was okay with you touching more of her than you ever have before.You hand finally falling to her chest, gently gliding across her firm chest, fingers lightly grazing over her hardened nipple that sent shivers down her spine.

"Just like that, draga." She cooed.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip when you pinched her nipple and heard a quiet blissful moan from Alcina. Her little noises and praising words helped relax you, making you more comfortable with your actions.

"You're so beautiful, Alcina." You admitted, crawling higher up her body to be face to face with the woman.

The corners of her lips turned upright at your sweet words, easily telling that by the look on your face, you were telling the truth.

"You have the most perfect smile I have ever seen," your fingers trailed along her faint smile lines, "you say you need to look more youthful, but I say you're already perfect in every way...and I do plan on proving it to you, if you'll let me."

Although she had already told you that she wanted you, you still needed to hear her say it again, wanting her to be sure of what she was doing before you started, knowing you were going to get lost in the moment.

"Touch me. Taste me. Do whatever you want to me, draga mea. I am yours. All yours." Her manicured fingers grabbed at your jaw, pulling you impossibly close so her lips could engulf yours in a fiery kiss.

Her lips were full and soft to the touch, and they were exactly how you imagined they would be. Your hands freely played with her nipples, pinching and pulling at the hardened buds to elicit more explicit noises from the woman beneath you. You massaged her breasts as you played with her, not straying from your previous task.

Your lips left hers after your body begged for air, but refused to leave her body as you gave her nose the sweetest of kisses that scrunched ever so slightly at the unexpected gesture.

"Tell me every thought that is going through that pretty head, draga." She stated as she grew curious after the little pecks you gave to her smile lines.

"You have the most beautiful face I have ever laid eyes on. The way your eyes gleam when the light shines on them at just the right angle. Your nose that scrunches every so often. Those smile lines that form when your lips turn upright. You're truly remarkable, Alcina. And that's not all..."

The woman's heart fluttered in her chest at your words. She loathed the aging lines that formed along her face, but your words had her rethinking everything.

"This neck... oh how I've been wanting to leave my mark on it." You mewled, sucking prominently along her pulse point that had the woman sigh in contentment.

She was going to listen to every word that spewed from your mouth. Truly listen to every word, every detail, every syllable that you decided to share with her, knowing you meant every bit of it.

"This chest. Words can't even describe how badly I've been wanting to touch it. To kiss it. To cherish it." You placed kiss after kiss along her large breasts. "The roundness, the fullness, the way they sit perfectly on your chest, with and without support. You're truly a work of art." You admitted, before pulling a pink nipple between your lips.

Alcina's fingers roamed your luscious locks, sweetly combing the hair away from your face so she could keep seeing you and the loving look you held in your eyes. Your oiled covered fingers slid down her elongated torso, leaving Alcina squirming beneath you once you reached the faintly ticklish spot just above her hips.

After kissing your way across her chest, instead of swirling your tongue around her other nipple, you decided to focus on the widespread veins that were prominently shown around her racing heart while your hands kneaded at her outer thighs.

“Your heart.. The same heart you say is the home of a monster, but I think otherwise. This is the heart that saved me. The heart that gave me a home. The same heart that is beating in sync with my own as I kiss along every possible inch of you. You’re a Goddess, Alcina… Zeița mea.”

You placed numerous kisses down her torso, past her navel, and across her hip bones that protrude ever so faintly from her body. “These hips.. I’ve admired their shape. The perfect curvature of your body is truly remarkable. I can’t help but bask in your beauty.” You nipped at her flesh, forcing an audible moan past Alcina’s crimson colored lips.

Deft fingers fell to her inner thighs, spreading her wide-open for you to nuzzle between her legs. “Don’t even get me started on your thighs, ‘Cina. All I’ve ever thought about was how much I’ve longed to be between them. For them to squeeze around me as I pleasure you with my tongue.” You licked a small trail up her thick thigh towards her glistening center.

“Keep going, draga.” Alcina encouraged you with a soft smile and an eager tug to your now messy locks.

“Eşti frumoasă” You whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. Your hot breath in contrast to her cold, wet cunt had her bite down on her bottom lip as she shivered in anticipation.

Your eyes glanced up as you flattened your tongue along her folds, Alcina’s face was barely noticeable behind her large breasts. Eyes darted to her hardened nipples, and you couldn’t help the moan that fell past your lips at not only the view in front of you, but the first tangy taste of her along your tongue.

Alcina was quiet, and you worried you weren’t pleasing her, but the hand behind your head pushing you harder against her aching cunt was more than enough to reassure you.

You held a firm grip to her thighs, keeping her legs spread as your tongue swirled around Alcina’s swollen, sensitive clit.

“You taste so fucking good,” you moaned.

You took your time with her, alternating between flicking and sucking her throbbing clit until you found the movements that forced an audible moan from her.

Her grip in your hair tightened as you built her up, keeping your focus entirely on her clit. Lewd noises filled the room as you ate her out, occasionally slurping her cunt.

Alcina was panting, feeling herself falling closer and closer to the edge. Her heart was racing, the same heart she had told you from the start that beated for nobody. But here it was, running wild all for you.

“Draga mea, don’t stop— please don’t stop…”

The sound of her begging, something the woman never did, had you rubbing your thighs together. You had her right where you wanted her. 

Her walls were crumbling down to the point where she could let herself go. Her usual stoic and confident demeaned going down the drain, and instead being replaced with vulnerability and neediness.

“I’m so close,” she breathed out. “I’m going to come, draga! Don’t stop, don’t stop…” Her thighs threatened to close around you, and you let them. Meaty thighs wrapped around your head, keeping you tightly between her legs. Your air was restricted, but you didn’t let that stop you. Your pace was rapid, rough, and Alcina couldn’t help the expletives that flew from her mouth.

“Let go, zeița mea. Come for me.” Your tongue swirled tightly around her clit, ensuring to put pressure on her sensitive bud to completely unravel her.

Her long back arched from the bed, large veiny breasts lifting high in the air as Alcina came with a loud sinful, toe curling moan. You kept with your movements as you could feel your own wetness drip down your thighs, allowing Alcina to feel euphoric for as long as possible.

You sucked and slurped at her tangy cunt, licking up every last drop of her orgasm. Her thighs shook as they let go of your head, allowing you more access to air. “Okay, okay, dragoste.” She whimpered, pulling you gently up by your hair. You licked your lips with a pleased hum, and Alcina couldn’t stop herself from pulling you straight up to her to engulf you in a needy kiss.

She let out her own pleased moan as she tasted herself along your tongue while her lipstick smudged and colored your own lips in a deep crimson. 

“Well, did I prove it, zeița mea?” you smiled against her lips.

Alcina couldn’t help but chuckle at your words, and she knew she had to admit her first defeat.

You cupped her flushed cheeks while bright golden eyes gazed at you longingly. You squeezed her cheeks ever so slightly as you gave the tip of her nose a gentle peck, forcing her skin to scrunch at the contact.

“Eşti frumoasă, Alcina.. The most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on, I will say it again and again, and prove it to you as many times as I have to until you believe it yourself.” You admitted with a kind smile. “Zeița mea, my Alcina, I will worship you until the end of time.”

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[blood-red-ocean]

It is 1am, I am half asleep, here's some thoughts about Alcina that have me in a goddamn chokehold

- Alcina tensing up when her mortal touches her on the cheek for the first time and it's the first soft and gentle touch she's gotten for over a hundred years or maybe ever

- Alcina being confused at how someone so small and fragile could possibly feel safe around her considering she could break their arm with one hand

- Alcina getting restless when her mortal isn't around and then becoming agitated when she realises that for the first time she misses someone and how could she possibly miss a mortal when she's killed so many

- Alcina looking into a mirror and frowning at her reflection as she tries to see in herself what her mortal sees in her

- Alcina silently panicking because she can't figure out if that was her mortal on the balcony last time she mutated or if it was just her imagination

- Alcina panicking even more when she finds out it WAS her mortal and what was her mortal doing out in the cold like that anyway

- Alcina mentally preparing for her mortal to request to leave the Castle and trying to learn to be okay with that because why wouldn't her mortal want to leave after seeing her like that

- Alcina not moving for hours after her mortal climbs into her lap and falls asleep against her, the ultimate form of trust, after telling Alcina that she's beautiful in every form and context

- Alcina putting her hand V E R Y gently on her mortal's back as she sleeps and silently vowing to protect this one

- Alcina realising that she loves her mortal and throwing her desk across her room (again) in a rage because she can't possibly love someone, she's never loved someone in all her 100+ years

- Alcina spending weeks coming up with the best way to tell her mortal while also sending herself into an overthinking spiral because oh god what if someone else gets their hands on her mortal before she has a chance to tell them

- Alcina spending weeks coming up with the perfect way to tell her mortal and before she even gets a word out her mortal just kisses her and says 'I know. I'm in love with you, as well.'

- Alcina gets her happily ever after in the most unexpected way and her daughters have never seen her genuinely smile as much as they have after that moment

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Okay, hear me out- the Re8 women with an S/O who like to use their chests as the best place to bury their face. Heck not even sexually just cuddling like that. World, hard and cold Tiddy, soft and warm- makes everything better.

Yes, that’s the dream! Titties make everything better, y'all. Remember that. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

If you want to bury your face in some titties? Alcina is the perfect person for you.

Those boobs are probably like the size of small watermelons.

Her skin is also very soft and warm in my opinion.

Alcina thinks it’s cute that you insist on smushing your face into her breasts.

She’s naturally very nurturing and will hold you as long as you need her to.

She loves to rub the back of your head as you snuggle into her titties.

Donna:

I think Donna has a deceptively large bust. I want it to be true, damn it!

Donna is completely flustered when you do it for the first time.

Once she realizes that you don’t do it in a particularly sexual way, she relaxes fully.

Donna likes to lean down and place kisses on your head when you nuzzle into her boobs.

Head massages from Donna’s perfectly manicured nails are also a huge plus.

Miranda:

I’ve said this before, but I think that Miranda loves having her breasts worshipped and played with. No particular reason why, I just hc it.

Miranda knows that when you take comfort in her breasts outside of sex that you are either scared or upset.

She gently runs her fingers through your hair and whispers soft reassurances.

Her titties make you feel very safe and loved.

Bela:

Bela accidentally introduces you to how comfy her boobs are.

She was upset one day and just took your face and snuggled it against her chest like a teddy bear.

You were blushing like crazy, but it calmed Bela down a lot.

You now take comfort in her cleavage like she takes comfort in holding you like a stuffed animal.

It’s mutually beneficial and you are lucky to always have soft boobs to lay your weary head on.

Cassandra:

So, I’ve talked about this before, but I hc that Cass likes to sleep right on top of you while she is splayed out like a starfish.

Often, when you wake up in the morning, you are face deep in Cass’s boobs.

Her chest is so soft and comforting. This is one of your favorite ways to cuddle with her.

When she’s not sleeping on top of you, she will often give you a kiss and guide your head down to her chest. She is correct in assuming that the sound of her heart beating calms you down greatly. She’s a huge softy in my opinion.

Daniela:

Dani has the biggest boobs out of the Dimitrescu sisters.

You take every opportunity you have to smoosh your face into her titties, and it makes her feel appreciated.

Dani is a huge cuddle bug in my opinion. She often likes to be held by you, but she also loves to rub your back and sing to you softly while you nuzzle into her funbags.

Dani usually knows when you need to snuggle into her chest before you do. She’ll drag you from whatever you’re doing and force you to lie your head on her chest. She’s so giving T^T

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[sleepingdeath-light]

first time with alcina hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (11/05/23)

fandom(s) ; resident evil

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character(s) ; lady alcina dimitrescu

outline ; “Hi! If you're up for writing some RE8 could I please get hcs for afab!reader's first time with Alcina? No rush ^^ I confirm that I'm over 18.”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, oral sex, implied size kink, thigh riding, toy use, blood kink & blood drinking, age gap, distinct power imbalance, overstimulation

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alcina is incredibly intense in everything she does — especially when it comes to your relationship because she’s so dearly protective over you as her fragile human spouse

she encourages you to take things at a pace you’re comfortable with, never pushing or pressuring you to do anything and shushing you if you ever even suggest that she might feel rejected by your timings — she never wants you to be in a position with her that you don’t want to be in

the most sexual thing the two of you do before you’re ready to have sex is her routine of draining you — drinking from your throat and taking her time to make an evening of it

sandwiching her drinking between shows of affection and words of adoration in romanian and english — and keeping a keen eye on your expressions and breathing to make sure she doesn’t take too much

and that’s as far as it goes for a while

until you approach her and state that you’re ready — and after a thorough discussion and affirmation of boundaries, you get around to making love for the first time

makes a point to ensure that you’re as comfortable as possible: setting up safe words and safe actions in advance, only using the most expensive and comfortable pillows and blankets, touching you gently and praising you throughout and keeping an eye on your expressions and movements to check for any signs of discomfort

spends up to an hour just prepping you and working you up to the main event by using her stature and size to her adventure

positioning you to sit above her face whilst she works you to climax with her skilful, dextrous tongue — assuring you that she’s more than able to support your weight stop you (you’ve seen her smash through walls, your body is hardly a challenge)

working you open and stretching your pussy with her long, flexible fingers — working you open with one and then two and even three

guiding you as you ride her strong, thick thigh — large hands on your hips and painted lips on your throat as she leads you to climax

by the time she’s positioning you atop her lap, ready to take the strap-on she’d bought for you, you’re basically fucked-out with your pussy and thighs absolutely covered in cum

several orgasms deep and ready for more of whatever it is she can provide whilst begging as best you can

she’s so much older than you and thus has much more experience — enough to be able to tell at a glance what you’re thinking, and how to adapt her style of love making to best suit you based on your reactions

you’ll end up covered in lipstick marks from your throat to your thighs — along with plenty of love bites

she had plenty of energy, being a mutant and all, but she’s also happy to tap out once you and your body have reached your limits — at which point she’ll help you off of the toy and prepare you a hot bath

she’ll compliment and praise and sooth you as she diligently cleans your body herself before wrapping you in a fluffy towel and settling you back in bed — calling on servants to bring you some fresh food and drink as you recover

and once you’re back to your senses, she’ll insist on the two of you talking through what happened and making sure that you’re okay and not in too much pain

she might be a bit of a sadist, but she doesn’t want to hurt her lover without reason

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid. Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

This idea has plagued my mind for almost two weeks and I need to get it out of my head so I can function😅😂

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut.

Notes: This might be a few parts idfk I just need it out of my head NOW 😅😅

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It's the early hours of the morning, the sun has just risen and you're out in the back tending to the garden. You bring the mornings harvest into the kitchen and greet your aunt and uncle, both sitting down at the small kitchen table.

"Good morning." You say.

"Good morning dear." You aunt says, your uncle grumbles at you. "Are you off to get the children ready for the day?" She says, less asking and more telling you.

"Yes, I was just on my way to take care of them."

"Wonderful."

You walk into the bedroom, three young girls in a deep sleep in their beds. You begin to wake the oldest, Ana, who is about 10, and make your way to the middle and then the youngest, Elena, the youngest in the family at only 4 years old. You help them get dressed and send them down for breakfast, you make your way into the other bedroom where the two twin boys are still fast asleep. You wake them up, dress them and accompany them into the kitchen. You prepare their food and serve each child, you try your best to personalize each meal for each child, although your family is not wealthy by any means, you make do with what you have.

Once the children are fed and the kitchen is restored to its usual state, you bring them outside as you sweep the cobblestone path leading up to the house. The children are running around in the yard and in the street, kicking up dirt and rocks as kids do. As you're sweeping you hear the bells, you drop your broom and rush over to the children and begin to quickly usher them into the house.

The bells are only rung when the Lady of the castle comes through the village in her carriage. You've never seen her before, but you've heard rumors of her ruthlessness, many of those brought into her castle are never to be seen again. To avoid her, or her daughters, who are rumored to be worse than the Lady herself, the townspeople ring bells throughout the village to signal her arrival. All of the villagers rush inside and lock their doors, fearful that if the Lady or her daughters even see you, you will be whisked away, never to be seen again.

You hear the stomps of hooves a short distance away as you try and wrangle the children and get them inside, one by one they enter the house and you realize you're missing one. Fear shoots through you as you look into the road and see Elena, bending down in the road, picking up the rock she was playing with. You see the carriage, mutant-like horses pulling it, hurdling towards the child. Before you realize it, you're sprinting towards her, just before she's trampled you dive into the road and knock her out of the way, the two of you tumbling away from the carriage. The horses rear, bringing the carriage to a halt. You scramble and scoop the child into your arms, cradling her close to your chest as you sit in the dirt.

"Oh Elena," you say breathlessly, "are you hurt?"

Aside from a few scrapes, she is fine, but more scared then hurt and begins to cry.

"Shh, you're okay." You whisper to her.

You were so focused on Elena, you didn't realize someone emerged from the carriage until you see the hem of a cream dress and black stilettos standing just a few short feet in front of you. You slowly follow the dress up with your eyes, by the time you expect to reach the face of the person in front of you, you realize your eyes are only up to their waist. You strain your neck up and finally reach the top of the woman in front of you, her face shielded by a shadow cast by her large hat. You wrap your arms around Elena tighter as you're frozen by fear, realizing you're sitting at the feet of the Lady herself. Her one hand draped across her chest, her elbow resting on her arm with a long cigarette holder sitting between her two fingers, a lit cigarette sitting on the end of it.

"And what do we have here?" Her sultry voice taking you by surprise.

You sit there, still frozen in fear, your throat suddenly dry.

"I do not have the patience today to be ignored." She says, leaning down towards you. Piercing yellow eyes emerge from the shadow as she moves.

"I- I am so sorry Lady." You say bowing your head. "The child- she- she's just a child." You say with a shaking voice, your arms wrapped tightly around Elena as you try and hold back tears of fear.

The Lady says nothing, you can feel her eyes burning into you as she stares.

"Please," you say as you sheepishly look up at her. "Please don't hurt her."

She stands up straight and the shadow covers her face again. She says nothing for a moment and then speaks.

"And what if I want to?" She says, her voice sending chills down your spine.

"Hurt me instead, whatever you want to do to her, do to me instead, please, I beg you, don't harm her."

You hear her smirk, even though you can't see her eyes you know they haven't moved off of you.

"Is she your child?" She asks.

"No ma'am, she is my cousin."

"And you would be wiling to die for you, cousin?" She asks as if she's more surprised at who you would be willing to sacrifice your life for than the fact that you're willing to sacrifice your life at all.

"Yes ma'am, my purpose is taking care of them, if anything were to happen to them, I would never be able to live with myself."

"Your purpose?" She asks.

"Yes ma'am. I serve no other purpose than to take care of the children, without them, my life has no meaning." You say sincerely. Since your aunt and uncle took you in, you've taken care of the children, you have no job, you're not suitable for marriage, you truly believe that the only purpose you have in your life is to care for them.

"How pitiful." She says. You look away and stroke Elena's hair, still trying your best to comfort the terrified child. The Lady bends down, you look up and she brings her hand to your chin, you close your eyes, terrified that she's just going to kill you where you sit. You feel a soft gloved finger under your chin, she lifts your face and you open your eyes and look at her, a shadow still mostly covering her face. "Pitiful that such a beautiful maiden is nothing but a servant for children. Children that aren't even hers."

Taken back, you stare at her, you know what you heard her say, but your brain cannot process it. "Beautiful? Did she call me beautiful?" You think to yourself.

"Tell me draga, where do you live?"

"Just across the way." You gesture to the small house behind her.

"And who cares for you?"

"I- I live with my aunt and uncle." You say, unsure of why she's asking you these questions.

"Bring me to them."

You nod your head and stand up with Elena still clinging to you. You walk past the cart and take notice of a buzzing noise coming from the inside.

"Girls," you hear the Lady quietly growl to the cart as she walks past. "Behave."

The buzzing quiets and you walk up to the house, your aunt and uncle standing at the door with horror on their faces.

"Oh Elena." You aunt says as she takes the girl from your arms and carries her inside.

You stop at the door and turn and look at the woman, unsure of what to do next, she stands taller than the ceilings inside, you don't think she'd be able to fit.

"Well are you going to invite me in?" She says, looking down at you.

"Yes, of course." You say and make your way inside.

"Girls." The Lady says and turns towards the carriage.

A massive swarm of flies emerges from the carriage and three girls emerge, all dressed in black robes, one with blood stains on her cheeks. The Lady removes her hat and hands it to one of them.

"Stay here." She commands them.

"Yes mother." They reply in unison.

She bends down and enters the house, kneeling on the floor inside. Finally able to see her face, you're almost taken back at her beauty, her inky black hair curled and held in place with pins, her blood red lipstick, glowing yellow eyes, you're less afraid and more fascinated. She looks over at you and sees you looking at her, you quickly look down as your cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"How may we help you Lady?" Your aunt politely asks, a little afraid.

"Your niece," she says gesturing to you. "She tells me the only purpose she serves is caring for your children, is that correct?"

"That's all she's good for." You uncle says.

She slowly turns her head and glares in his direction.

"And why is that?"

"She has no skills, she's an orphan with nothing to her name so she's not suitable for marriage, no man will have her, and besides being a burden, all she can do is care for the children."

You look down at your feet as your uncle speaks, although you've heard those words your whole life, they still sting. The Lady purses her lips.

"An orphan?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Her parents, my sister and her husband, perished in a fire when she was a child." You aunt says, you hear the three girls outside of the door giggle. "Our only choices were to take her in or-" she pauses and doesn't finish her sentence, everyone knows what she would have said, all orphans are sent to the Lady's castle.

"I see." She looks back over at you, you keep your eyes on the floor. "Well, if she is such a burden, I will gladly take her off of your hands." You look up at her with fear in your eyes.

"And who will care for our children?" Your uncle asks with anger in his voice.

"You're their father, are you not?" She snaps at him, he doesn't speak but he still has anger in his eyes. "If losing her will be an inconvenience, I will pay you handsomely for your troubles. Much more than a marriage proposal would fare." She laughs as she finishes her sentence.

"How much are we talkin'?" You uncle asks.

"Uncle!" You say in disbelief, you know he was never fond of you, but you never thought he would sell you, especially to her.

"Silence you wench! You have no say in this matter." He shoots daggers in your direction. You look at your aunt, tears filing your eyes, she looks away from you, not able to look you in the eyes.

The Lady's glare becomes more intense as she watches him reprimand you. She turns and looks at the girls out of the corner of her eye.

"Girls, my bag please."

"Yes mother." One of them says, disappearing into a swarm of flies, they fly over to the carriage and return, the girl emerging from the swarm with a large, leather purse in her hands. She hands it to the Lady and she pulls out a large pouch, handing it to your uncle.

"That would be half. I shall have one of my maids bring you the other half in a few days."

You uncles eyes light up as she drops the bag in his hands, it looked so small in hers, but easily fills both of his hands.

"Deal." He says, his eyes not leaving the large pouch in his hands.

"Uncle please," you beg.

"Enough, pack your things." He says.

You run into your room and lean against the door, tears falling down your cheeks, trying to stop the hyperventilating. You hear a small knock on the door, you take a deep breath and turn to open it, you aunt and Elena are standing there.

"How could you let him do this?" You say through tears. "She's going to kill me. You're sending me away to my death."

"I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do." She says, her eyes watery. You were never particularly close with either your aunt or uncle, you were always looked at as lesser than them. Although your aunt was kinder than your uncle was, maybe because you looked so much like your mother, regardless, neither of them seemed to care much for you.

"Don't go y/n." Elena says, tears in her eyes. You lean down and hug her.

"I'm sorry love, but I have to. I don't want to leave you, but I have to." Her little hands grab at your dress and you hold her close.

You aunt pulls Elena off of you and you pack your things. You don't own much, so everything fits into a small bag. You walk back out into the living room, your hands gripping the bag, trying your hardest to stop them from trembling.

"My Lady," you aunt says, breaking the silence. You uncle stares daggers at her, while the Lady looks at her curious of what she's going to say. "What can we do to ensure her safety? I- I don't want harm to come to her."

The Lady laughs, her deep laugh shakes the walls of the house, a terror fills your chest.

"You have my word, no harm will come to her." She says as she caresses your cheek with one of her gloved fingers. "And I am a woman of my word."

Her touch sends shives down your spine, the corners of the Lady's mouth curl as she feels the effect she has on you.

"Say your goodbyes. We must be going."

You turn and hug each child, you get to Ana and hold her tightly.

"Take care of them, okay?" You gently say. She nods her head with tears in her eyes and hugs you.

You get to Elena and you wrap your arms around her and kiss her head.

"I love you, please listen to Ana, okay? For me?"

She cries and nods her head, burying her face into your dress.

"Be brave." You say gently.

"I'm scared." She cries into you.

"I'm scared too," you say, looking into her eyes, "But we have to be brave when we're scared, when we have to do things we don't want to. Okay?"

She nods her head and hugs you again.

"I love you y/n."

"I love you too Lena."

The Lady clears her throat and you take a deep breath and let go of the child. You wipe her tears away and kiss her on the head again. You stand up and hug your aunt and turn towards the lady and nod your head.

"And what? You don't have anything to say to me?" You uncle says angerly. "You ungrateful, useless-" he stands up and walks towards you, the Lady reveals one of her sharp, long claws and puts it to his neck. You all gasp and your aunt tries to cover the children's eyes.

"I surely hope you treat your daughters better than that." She growls. She must have put the fear of the Black God into your uncle because for the first time in your life, he's silent, and terrified. She retracts the claw and looks at you.

"Let's go."

She backs out of the door and takes her hat from the girl holding it and places it back on her head. You follow her out the door and she leads you into the carriage. You look back at the place you called home once more and wave to the kids before climbing in. The Lady climbs in next to you, the carriage leaning to the side as she gets in. A massive swarm of flies enters the carriage and the three girls appear across from you.

"Oh mother she looks fun!" One of them says.

"Oh yes, mother can we play with her? Please?"

The third one grabs your arm, staring intently on the cut you got when you were saving Elena.

"She smells delicious mother, can we have a small taste? Please?" She begs.

"Girls, enough." She commands, the three girls immediately falling silent, the one releasing your arm. "She is going to be one of my new personal maids." She says, looking over at you, you feel her eyes on you and you keep your eyes on the floor.

The girls giggle and begin to chat amongst themselves. You hear whispers of them talking about a dungeon, who they were planning on taking down to it, whispers of hunting, you try your best to keep your nerves under control but the Lady seems to pick up on them immediately.

"No need to be afraid," she says looking down at you. "As long as you're obedient and you behave, you will never have to experience the dungeon, or worry about any of them." She says gesturing to the girls. She gently pats your leg, her hand can practically wrap around your entire thigh. The thought sends chills down your spine and you look out the window to distract yourself from thinking about it.

You reach the castle and you look out the window in amazement, you've never seen it up this close before, it's as breathtaking as it is ominous. You get out of the carriage and Lady Dimitrescu leads you inside.

"I presume you know how to clean, and well given you've watched after so many children for so many years?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good, I will introduce you to the head maid and she will give you your assignment and a uniform. You start tomorrow morning, I suggest you clean yourself up and get a good nights rest tonight." She says, eyeing the dirt stains on your dress from earlier.

"Yes ma'am."

She leads you into the kitchen and introduces you to the head maid. She excuses herself and you're lead to the maids quarters, you're shown your small room, although it's still bigger than the room you had at your aunt and uncles house. You're given fresh uniforms and the head maid hands you a sheet with your duties.

"You will begin in the library tomorrow morning, I will show you around for the first few days, but after that you must remember where to go on your own. It is also very important that you do not, under any circumstances, enter the Lady's study or chambers without her explicit request, understand?"

"Yes." You say, looking over the list of chores.

"I can't tell you how many new maids I've lost due to them wandering in there, either on accident or to snoop around. Do not do it. Understand?"

"Yes. Understood." You say, looking up at her.

She leaves and you shower and put on the clean pajamas that were left in your wardrobe. You lay down in bed, surprised at how comfortable it is, and before you know it, you're asleep.

You wake the next morning and put on your uniform and pull your hair back. You grab your supplies and meet the head maid. She gives you a quick tour as she leads you to the library, you do your best to remember which room is which. You make sure you engrain into your mind which room is the Lady's study and which is her chambers so you never accidentally end up in there. You get to the library and the head maid leaves you to work. You look over your list, you have to dust, polish, return any stray books, sweep and mop the floors. The library is large, but you figure the floors are going to take the longest. You begin by putting away any books you see laying around, carefully replacing them to their correct spot.

You hear a faint buzz across the room and the sound of giggles, it's incredibly unsettling, but you do your best to ignore it and keep working. You hear books falling to the floor, the sound echoing across the room and it startles you. You walk towards the sound, the closer to the mess you get, the louder the buzzing gets. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement and turn around, you see one of the daughters giggle.

"Oopsies." She says, covering her mouth as she laughs and disappears into a swarm of flies.

You kneel down and pick up the books and return them to their shelves. "Well, it's not much more different than dealing with the kids at home." You think to yourself.

Once the mess is cleaned you return to dusting and polishing. As you're cleaning you hear the shrill laughter of the girls as they buzz through the castle, although much more frightening than the laughter of children, you quickly get used to the sounds and eventually you don't even notice it.

You hear the laughter enter the library and you do you best to keep focused on the floors. You hear footsteps behind you and you turn to see the three girls, the redhead running up to you and getting right into your face, examining you closely.

"Daniela please, let the girl do her work." The blond says.

"Get out of the way!" The brunette says, pushing the read head away. "I want to get a closer look at her." She says looking you up and down. "Oh I bet you taste sweet," she says, licking her lips. "I would love to get just a little taste." She holds up a sickle. "Just a little taste."

"Cassandra mother will kill you if you lay a finger on her." The blond reprimands her.

"Ugh." She says lowering the sickle. "You always ruin the fun Bela, I wanted to make her squirm!"

The girls still tower over you a bit, you don't even notice the smile that crossed your face as they bickered, reminding you of the kids you practically raised.

"What are you smiling at?" Bela says, looking at you curiously.

"Oh, nothing, sorry." You say as you look down. "You guys just reminded me of the kids a little, that's all."

"Oh, were they bad?" Cassandra asks with wild eyes.

"No, not at all, they were amazing."

"Well that's no fun." The Daniela says. "I can't wait to see what mother has in store for you."

You look at her, unsure of what she meant.

"Oh Daniela hush, you don't even know what mother wants with her." Bela says.

"All I know is that if she ever brings you down to the dungeon, I want to be there so I can get a taste of you." Cassandra says, licking her lips.

"Do you know why mother paid to bring you here?" Bela asks.

"Honestly, no. I have no idea." You say.

The three girls look at you curiously, none of them seeming to know the answer themselves.

"Well, it was lovely talking to you girls, but I really should get back to cleaning, I wouldn't want to fall behind on my first day and anger the Lady." You say.

The three girls look up and giggle and disappear in a swarm of flies.

"I should be offended that you would think it takes so little to anger me." You jump when you hear the voice behind you.

"Oh, Lady Dimitrescu, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were there." You stutter. "I didn't- that's not what I-" You fumble with your words, trying to save yourself.

She chuckles. "Oh draga, I am not offended. Not this time."

"Oh," you look down at the floor, avoiding eye contact. "Thank you."

She steps away and takes a seat on one of the chairs near you and crosses one of her long legs over the other.

"Is there anything I can do for you ma'am?" You ask, your eyes still focused on the floor.

"You are allowed to look at me dear." She says.

You look up and she leans forward, your eyes go to her massive chest as she leans forward, her dress perfectly showing off her impressive breasts. You immediately snap your eyes up, hoping she didn't notice. Her lips curl into a smile, "damnit. She noticed." You think to yourself. She sits back into the chair and opens the book you never noticed in her hand.

"There is nothing I need from you draga, not yet." Her yellow eyes feel like they're piercing your soul. "Please, continue, don't allow me to distract you from your work." She smiles at you and you shyly smile back.

"Oh, okay. Well, if you do need anything, please let me know." You say.

She turns her attention to her book and you go back to finishing sweeping the floors.

As you're cleaning you swear you catch her watching you, you try to focus on doing the best job you possibly can even though your nerves are extremely heightened at her presence.

You finally finish in the library, you look around and realize that Lady Dimitrescu is no longer in her chair, you didn't notice that she left, you're not entirely sure how long it had been since she left, but you're grateful that you were able to do a good enough job where she didn't say anything.

You gather your things and head back to your quarters to look for the head maid to see if there's anything else you needed to do since it was only the afternoon. To her surprise, there was nothing left for you to do so you had the rest of the day to yourself. You showered, changed into a new outfit and hung out in your room until dinner.

Once dinnertime came you made your way to the kitchen and got in line to eat. You could tell there was a pecking order amongst the maids, made up between the highest-ranking ones and the ones who have been here longest. You did your best to not step on anyone's toes as you waited in line. You could tell there were cliques among the maids, you tried to make yourself as invisible as possible as you tried to find an open seat with your tray in your hands. You notice a maid stuck her foot out to try and trip you, you carefully walked around her and avoid looking at her as you pass.

"You think you're better than me?" You hear someone say.

You had no idea who they were taking to, but you didn't think they were talking to you so you kept walking.

"You, new girl." You hear her say. You turn around and realize she was talking to you. "You think you're better than me?" She asks, anger in your eyes.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were talking to me. But, no, I don't not at all." You say.

She walks up to you and smacks your tray out of your hand, your meal scattering across the floor.

"Know your place bitch." She growls at you. "Now clean up the mess." She says as she walks back to her seat.

Stunned, you stand there for a second before cleaning up what was going to be your dinner. You look over and realize that there wasn't much left and you head back to your room. You lay in bed, your stomach growling. "How was it easier to deal with the three girls than it is dealing with the other maids?" You ask yourself. You finally roll over and fall asleep, hoping there won't be any more issues with the other maids.

The next few weeks are about the same, the one maid knocking at least half of your meals out of your hand. You eventually figure out when she gets to the kitchen for meals and try to get in before she does so you can actually eat, it angers her, but you do your best to ignore her. You have more run-ins with the girls, they seem fascinated by you, and you couldn't help but be a little fascinated with them too. Lady Dimitrescu pops up a few times throughout each week in whatever room you're working in, it strikes you as odd, but you try not to think too much of it. You can't imagine that she has time to visit every maid as frequently as she sees you.

You were eventually given the task to take care of requests that the girls ask of you, although they really didn't ask for too much. You removed blood stains from their dresses, cleaned and polished their weapons, usually their sickles, helped them remove blood stains from carpets their mother specifically asked them to not get blood on, the usual, at least the usual for this castle.

One day you're cleaning the main stairway, leading from the foyer to the second floor. You hear the usual buzzing and giggles and you smile as the girls run amuck through the castle. A swarm of flies appears in font of you and Daniela appears.

"Y/n, I need your help!"

"What's up Daniela?"

"You have to tell Cassandra that I'm less messy than she is. She doesn't believe me!"

"Daniela, respectfully, I am not getting in the middle of whatever you and Cassandra have going on today. Plus, it's not nice to lie." You say with a smile.

You hear a laugh from the second floor and you look up to see Lady Dimitrescu staring down at the two of you from the balcony. Your cheeks turn red as you return your attention to your work.

"Ugh!! Mother! Make her tell Cass!" Daniela whines.

Lady Dimitrescu descends the stairs towards the two of you.

"She's right Daniela, it is not nice to lie."

Daniela bursts into a swarm of flies and angerly storms away and you try and hide the smile on your face.

"You're very good with the girls, I know they can be," she pauses for a moment to carefully pick her words. "A handful."

"They're not so bad, plus, they're like any other siblings, they all bicker the same, just over different things."

She smiles at you and gently hums as she walks down the stairs past you. You pause for a second to listen, you never realized she was able to sing, no less had such a beautiful voice.

"What else is on your to-do list today?" She asks as she reaches the bottom of the steps.

"Once I finish the stairs I just have to dust and mop the hall up here."

"And you are off tonight, correct?" She asks.

"Yes, my next night shift is tomorrow night."

"Delightful, I am going to need your assistance tonight."

"Oh, uh, yes of course."

"Meet me in my chambers after dinner."

You freeze for a second and look down at her, she looks up at you with a smirk on her face.

"In your, uh, chambers?"

"Did I stutter?"

"No ma'am. I'll be there."

"Excellent."

She walks away and you take a deep breath. You continue the stairs and try to finish as quickly as you can while still doing a thorough job.

Once you finish you shower and change into a fresh uniform, you hurry to the kitchen and quickly grab your food and eat before the maid that has it out for you throws your dinner across the kitchen. Luckily you're able to finish by the time she shows up, she sees you cleaning up your plate and she shoots daggers at you. You have no idea why she seems to have it out for you, but you try your best to ignore and avoid her. You go to leave the kitchen and she goes out of her way to walk past you with her tray in her hands. You look forward and try to ignore her, as you pass you feel a sharp pain across your arm and you yelp and put your hand over you arm only to realize you're bleeding. You turn to look at the maid and you see her turn her kitchen knife back in.

"Oops. Sorry." She says sarcastically.

You hurry to your room and wrap a bandage around your arm, you realize you have a little blood on your dress but you don't have time to change. You rush out of your room and make your way to the Lady's chambers.

[mouse-of-dimitrescu]

@blood-red-ocean I lost your ask for some reason, I'm really sorry, had trouble with publishing but here's the Christmas fic with Alci that you asked for five million years ago ❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨

Terrorism and Christmas Cuddles

I greatly apologise for publishing this so late, recently moved houses and it was a big mess up but here it is, five million years later, it's not even Christmas anymore lols, I do apologise ❤️✨

WARNINGS: none?

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Christmas was coming around quickly. Alcina and you had already put the Christmas tree up together, and she held you high so you could pop the star on top of the tree. You had been in a relationship with Alcina for three years and had become extremely close. She would carry you everywhere, whenever she could. Your Alci absolutely loved to scoop you up in her arms.

And that's where you found yourself one snowy evening. It was two days before Christmas and the bonhomie of the castle seemed to lighten by a thousand. Alcina was holding you in her arms. You were both standing in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil before you could have your hot chocolate.

" Draga, I do remember some chocolate chip cookies. The cook baked them a few days ago before going on her Christmas holiday." Alcina mentioned, searching the cudboards.

" Oh yum. Maybe we can watch a movie too?" You suggested.

" That's perfect. Terrorism and Christmas are the best combo." You chuckled.

Alcina smiled, placing you gently on the counter. " That sounds like a plan. Would Die Hard suffice?"

" We can watch something else— oh dear, no cookies I'm afraid." Alcina pouted slightly.

" We can make them." You thought out loud. Your lover initially scoffed at the suggestion but then searched your eyes.

" Are you serious, draga? Making cookies this late in the evening?"

You shrugged. Alcina rolled her eyes with a small chuckle.

" You are unbelievable. But okay." Alcina said. She got the ingredients out and you fetched a bowl, sneaking a chocolate chip in your mouth, making Alcina smile.

You and Alcina added the ingredients and made the mix. She eventually put the tray in the oven and closed it, wiping her hands on a cloth.

" Right. Now we wait." Alcina smiled and found the opportunity to pick you up again. She placed you down on the counter and handed you your hot chocolate while she drank her own.

" We're going to make another cup for the movie." You noted.

" I'll put some snacks on a plate too. The hot chocolate will be finished within seconds." Alcina looked down at you and kissed the top of your head, caressing your cheek with a small smile. " You're so pretty, dragul meu." Alcina said softly.

You blushed. " Thank you. Well, you are beautiful too."

Alcina pinched your cheek playfully, making you giggle. " This is what I'm talking about. Too cute." She kissed the tip of your nose and leant against the counter next to you. You scooted closer to your love and rest your head against her body, she was way taller but if you could reach, you would have kissed her cheek.

It was moments like these when you knew that you had everything you could possibly want. You belonged. And so did Alcina. It was were you could gaze silently at one another, in pure admiration that compelled worship. It was an honour to be the person who made Alcina smile. You loved the way her eyes crinkled and lips curved upwards.

A short while later, the cookies were done. You took them out of the oven and placed the tray on the stovetop.

" Let's just leave them to cool down a bit while we make more hot chocolate. Then we can have them warm, sweetheart." Alcina smiled and began making the second round of hot chocolate for the evening.

Afterwards, you took the chocolate chip cookies and hot chocolate to the living room and snuggled under the blankets with Alcina. She made sure that you were warm and decided to pull you closer to her. You kissed Alcina's cheek and drank your hot chocolate.

" I love you." You smiled.

You got the remote and switched on the television, picking out Die Hard as planned. The movie began playing and you had already finished your hot chocolate. You reached for the jar of chocolate chip cookies and took one out, biting into it and humming happily at the taste.

Alcina's cheeks flushed slightly and she smiled back, kissing the top of your head. " I love you too, ingerul meu." ( my angel )

Alcina eventually lay down properly and picked you up gently, placing you on top of her comfortably. " Is this okay, draga? Are you comfortable?" She asked, playing with your hair.

Alcina took a cookie out of the jar as well and began eating it, eliciting the same reaction. While watching the movie, her hand gently caressed your arm, drawing light lines upon it underneath the blanket.

You nodded. " Yes, Alci. Are you?"

Alcina nodded with a small smile. She frowned when she looked back at the movie. You got a bit worried and nudged her.

You smiled and nodded. " Yeah, Alan Rickman. He was a good actor." You responded. Alcina hummed and let you lay your head on her chest as she twirled your hair between her fingers. She reached for some food with her free hand and chewed on it mindlessly as the movie played.

" That man. The actor. Didn't he act in Love Actually?" Alcina asked.

When the movie was coming to an end, you were drifting off to sleep in Alcina's arms. She noticed this when you began to lightly snore. Looking down at you, she let out a light chuckle and brushed your hair out of your face. Alcina traced her fingers gently over your cheeks, nose, forhead and lips, admiring every feature.

She slowly got up with you in her arms, turning off the television and heading upstairs, humming a soft tune. Snuggled in bed with you, Alcina turned off her lamp and held you close. It was a cold evening and the shiver that travelled down your spine awoke you. You fluttered your eyes open, a bit confused by your surroundings.

" Mm?" You rubbed your eyes and opened them, the moonlight revealing your surroundings properly. You saw Alcina gaze at you with an amised but loving smile.

" You fell asleep, draga. Come cuddle close to me and keep yourself warm." Alcina pulled you slowly towards her by your waist and brought you in for a light kiss. You smiled into the kiss and held her hand.

" Thank you for this evening, Alci. I really loved it." You said tiredly.

Alcina smiled at that. " I'm so glad, draga. I enjoyed it too." She squeezed your hand gently.

You looked up at Alcina and kissed her cheek. " Good night, I love you." You whispered, cuddling into Alcina's chest.

@winterfireblond @littledollll @blood-red-ocean @ness029 @aemilia19 @barbarasstar @sirclitoressa @im-a-carnivorous-plant

" I love you too, ingerul meu. Sleep tight."

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𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 ❤︎

[simplysable]

How would the Four Lords react to S/O who bakes really extravagant things for them?

Genuinely none of them would know what to do and I’m here for it

Resident Evil Lords With an S/O Who Loves to Bake 🧁

Alcina Dimitrescu

It’s two in the morning, what idiot maid is making a racket in her kitchen-!

Oh it’s you!

Why are you being so loud in her kitchen, of all places?

She sees you shove some bowls behind your back

“Nothing to see here, Alcina! Nothing! You should go back to bed, like, now!”

You were acting odd, but she was exhausted from her meeting with Miranda earlier in the day

“Okay, I will, but I want an explanation for this in the morning. Be quiet, please.”

She got an explanation in the morning

“Miranda was being a bitch, and the girls weren’t helping, so I decided to make you a cake to cheer you up. Surprise?”

Alcina was, in fact, surprised

You stayed up making this all night

And it was gorgeous

It looked like a goddamn wedding cake

Three tiers, fully frosted and decorated with little flowers

“Darling, you made this for me? Oh thank you! You must be exhausted! Come, take a break.”

She had no idea what to do

You made this for her? With your own two hands? And you took hours out of your night to make it instead of sleeping???

You baffled her

She loved you so much

She cooked you a huge dinner that night and praised your cake when you ate dessert

The girls ate that shit in minutes

God she loves you, and she wants you to know it

Donna Beneviento

…were those macaroons on the counter?

With little cursive Ds written in chocolate on top of them?

And a few set aside with little As on them?

You need to drag her out of her room because of how flustered she was (she hid)

Donna is the definition of bashful

She has no idea what to do with this! No one makes her things, especially not you!

She’s supposed to make you things, not the other way around!

Angie expresses Donna’s true emotions, much to your satisfaction (and Donna’s dismay)

“Hon, these things are the best things EVER! You need to make them more! Oh oh! You should make some for Heisy-weisy and put some special herbs in them!”

“…you know what I mean, right? We’re making the metal man get STONED!”

Donna hastily shoves her hand over Angie’s mouth to make her stop talking

It does not stop you from laughing

Or from planning

Donna really is thankful, though

She’s so happy that she found someone so amazing that would go out of their way to make macaroons for her

She’s smitten

Absolutely smitten

And a little embarrassed

Salvatore Moreau

Something wasn’t right

Not that something was wrong, per se, but something was just… different

The lake didn’t smell like it normally did

It was lacking the normal amount of stank, in Sal’s opinion

It almost smelled… sweet??

He followed the smell

And promptly broke down crying

There you were, in his gross kitchen, wearing an apron that Donna made for you

Holding a fresh, wonderful, dozen doughnuts, all glazed and frosted

You just fuckin.. made this for him!?? What-

You turned around, looked at your doughnuts sadly, and asked, “are you allergic to gluten?”

After stopping the flow of tears, Sal explained that no, he wasn’t allergic to gluten, he was just surprised

How did you even make this? And why did you make them for him?

Turns out, you had been requesting specific baking supplies from the Duke, and you stealthily hid everything until you were ready to bake

“But- but why would you do something for me? I’m so.. gross! I don’t want your wonderful treats to go to waste!”

You set down the box, walked over to him, and gave him a lil smooch on the forehead

“I made them because I know you have a sweet tooth, and because I love you, Sal! Do you think I would spend all that lei on baking supplies for someone I hated?”

He tearfully smiled, sat down with you, and ate the best damn doughnuts he ever had

He had no idea how to express his sincere gratitude and surprise other than showering you in compliments

He loves you, so, so much

“Wait, love, how much did you spend on the supplies?”

Aaaaand the waterworks are staring again

Karl Heisenberg

What in the hell was getting the lycans so worked up?? In his fucking kitchen, no less

They normally kept their dumb noses is places where they were supposed to be

But in his kitchen? And this hyper?

He thinks the fuck not

Karl storms in there, hammer blazing and bashing any lycans that were in his way

“What the hell is going on in here? Scram! Go the fuck away! Leave before I turn you into a soldat! Oh, what?”

You were in the kitchen, swarmed by a horde of lycans that were acting like puppies, feeding them something

“Oh, hey Heis. Sorry, I couldn’t get them out.”

“Well what the fuck were they doing in here in the first place?”

“They smelled the cookie batter and came running.”

“The what?”

He was confused

Why were you making cookies? The last time Miranda had them at their “meetings” they tasted like ass

Why were you baking ass

After you explaining that cookies normally don’t taste like ass, you shoved one in his mouth

He was pissed

But then very happy (even thought he didn’t really show it)

You made these for him? Well, he’s happy he picked such a babe to be his partner for life

“Hey, thanks! I’m gonna show these to Miranda and tell her how bad hers were.”

He loves your cookies

And so do the lycans

Hope you like the baking headcanons! Sorry this took so long to post!

[yourstrulyrika]

waiting for idv rank matches to reopen because i overslept so have an alcina fic. i was multitasking while writing it but i hope it’s not as messy or smth

dom!alcina, fem!reader, lots of blood!!! just warning ya’ll. dark themes because you’re trapped in Dimitrescu castle. (reader is alcinas maid) possessive as fuck alcina, i mean it

you’re Alcina’s favorite maid.

maybe that’s why she never killed you in the first place? why she never let her daughters eat your flesh? you’ll never know. you kinda got used to it at some point, even when it’s.. weird. to say the least. but this is your new norm now, no matter how insane or cruel it sounds.

however, Alcina does treat you pretty well considering the circumstances, especially when you’re obedient. she doesn’t like disobedience, she finds it futile. why being disobedient to someone who will kill you if you try to run? the disobedient ones always end up as the best wines, though.

you’re Alcina’s pretty thing. she puts you in the prettiest clothes, showers you with luxurious things. rich lingerie, dresses that barely cover anything— all for her, of course. she loves when you’re dolled up, always ready for her to devour you. her favorite thing to do is ripping your dress off with her long claws when she wants to take you.

she roughly rips the dress off, always making you yelp, but she

she often has you seated on her lap, her claws making little cuts on your neck or lips so she can drink down on them, licking them clean. she can’t get enough, your blood has to be the sweetest drink she could ever get. the best blood has to be from your thighs, though. your inner thighs are covered in various bite marks and purple bruises because she keeps feeding off of them.

it’s even sweeter when you’re aroused. she figured it out when she accidentally brushed your clit and found it wet when she was drinking your blood. cute, she thinks. that explains why you tasted sweeter today. it caused her to wonder; how would you taste like if you were to cum? only one way to find out.

Alcina is skilled with her fingers, you found out. you’ve never felt so many things at once. fear, arousal, bashfulness, self disgust. arousal was clouding all the other emotions though. how could you focus on anything else when Lady Dimitrescu herself is making you see stars with her fingers while sucking your blood?

she fingers you so well, flicking your clit, nibbling on it to tease you. her mouth is either on your thighs, your clit or your nipples, biting on it. not enough to hurt but enough so you feel her power, that if she wanted, she could eat you in a damn second. but no, you’re her pretty doll, her maid. she won’t kill you, at least not yet.

she eats your pussy like it’s the a five star meal. slurping your creamy juice, lapping at your warmth until your thighs are quivering. and that’s when she replaces her mouth with her fingers, with her other hand making cuts on your inner thigh to drink the blood. like she thought, you taste the sweetest. that only makes her wonder how you taste when you cum.

she notices that you’re getting more whiny when she drinks your blood, pretty obvious. but you’re liking it, you’re getting more aroused. the people at the village would consider you insane, but the Lady herself certainly loves it. seems like she’s trained you well. she’s gonna keep you here forever, maybe even infect you with the Cadou. anything to keep her doll by her side.

but she pushes those thoughts aside for now, they are not needed at this moment. the blood leaks down your thighs, and she licks all of it clean, sucking your wounds so more blood leaks out of it. she always drinks enough blood to make you dizzy and weak, but she lets you recover. only for her to suck it out again. but that’s okay, that’s just how the Lady shows her love. she slides her fingers deep inside your warmth, curling them just right so they keep brushing against your sweet spots. usually, she has long nails. but, she’s sure they would hurt your insides, so she keeps them rather short. she would care less if it was anyone else, but it’s you. her hands are cold, even when inside you, even when they’re wrapped in your warm slick. she keeps it up, even holding a little bit on sucking so hard so she can drink more when you cum.

she makes you feel like you’re both in heaven and hell at once. feeling so good, but at the same time your thighs are in hell. sure, your wounds will be soothed later, but it hurts nonetheless. at the same time, the pain, the dizziness you feel when Alcina drinks your blood like this— it feels good. so good you can’t stop yourself from cumming, giving your lady exactly what she wanted.

letting out a hum of approval, she thrusts harder, overstimulating you while you cum until you’re whining and whimpering, the feelings overwhelming you. when you start squirming from the pain between your legs though, she stops, finally going back to feasting on your crimson blood.

and she was right. it does taste better when you’re like this.

she surely will try this method more in the future.

[dragongirl642]

H-heya! Could i ask for an shy female dragon shifter reader with Lady D. and Donna? Like she's heavily injured by hunters and had to crash/land into their home because of it? How would they react or would they even help her?

(I Love Dragons but see most of the time only male dragon shifters uwu

I feel like both their initial reactions would be very similar to the other Male Dragon Shifter meeting post, (a.k.a: This post).

Alcina Dimitrescu

At first, all Alcina sees is the giant hole in her castle walls and the giant lizard in her hall and she goes into attack mode.

She aims for your injuries, so you curl into a spiky ball of scales and flame.

Turns out your scales are Alcina proof so unless you uncurl and she can get at the flesh beneath, she can't hurt you.

She may lose a limb to your flames.

She is incensed at your presence and forbids her daughters from going near the hall.

But you are very warm, you're inner fire counteracting the cold winds coming in through the hole in the wall, and the Dimitrescu daughters are attracted to the giant warm cuddly lizard.

You warn them off a few times, but they keep spouting curious questions and attempting to come close that eventually, once your natural regeneration has sealed the surface of your wounds, you allow them to sit between the spines on your tail and examine your claws. (You can easily turn and burn them if they pose a threat.)

Alcina is furious that her daughters disobeyed her and approached you, and yet equally furious that you are entirely different from the mindless beast she'd warned them against.

When she sees your human form for the first time, I see Alcina doing a complete 180, (compared to her reaction in the other post).

Oh, you're a Pretty Maiden?!?!?! Well why didn't you say! Come closer, let me look at you Darling. *bites you! bites you! bites you!*

Yeah, she will pretty much try and get you to let your guard down and then go for the CHOMP.

You fight her off of course, half-shifting is easy for you.

Now you can be a fire-breathing menace AND roam the halls.

You have gone hunting a few times, and you brought your kill back to the castle. Dripping blood on the carpet and sitting in her great hall tearing into carcasses like an animal. (Her children love that you let them feast on the leftovers after they've sat for a few hours.)

Alcina is sulking. She can't kill you, she can't eat you, she can't just sit back and let you stay without at least making a show of removing you without losing the respect and support of Mother Miranda.

But then said Mother Miranda shows up and is promptly sent off with burned wings.

Okay, now she's a little worried. She is not certain she could beat you even in her full mutant form and her daughters adore you for SOME REASON.

After several weeks, she looses it, storms into the hall and unleashes a verbal lashing her ancestors would be proud of. The effect is only slightly reduced by the fact that she bursts into frustrated tears and flees the room to go dramatically wallow in her sorrow.

Okay, now you feel kind-off guilty. You did crash into this woman's home, burn her boss, monopolise her daughter's attention, and ruin the carpets. Maybe you should do something to make up for all that.

You repair the walls the best you can, replaster over scratches in the walls, hunt down the castles cleaning supplies and soak the carpets in a potion of bleach and foaming soapy water before hanging them from the battlements to dry.

Your final act of apology comes in the form of draining the blood from your kills and leaving them in sealed jugs by her bedroom door, handwritten notes tied to the handles.

You are a new exciting variable and her daughters try to help by going to their mother and telling her about what you're doing.

Every day, you wait outside her doors for hours waiting for her to emerge.

When she finally does, it is to your offer of a truce. You are being hunted and will not leave this very conveniently guarded hiding spot, however, you can be useful and help her with her food supply.

She is doubtful when presented with the blood of animals, but when you acquire human blood through negotiating trades with the villagers she slowly starts to change her tune.

You're a smart pretty lady and you have presented her with a charming little solution to the problem of the future dwindling supply of villagers to feed from.

Alright, Alcina has come to the decision to be the merciful, graceful mistress of the castle who allows a poor hunted lady to stay with her. (Keep telling yourself that Alcina).

After a few months, it starts to feel a little more comfortable.

After a few more, it starts to feel normal.

She caught herself running her hand down your scales once, marvelling at how the light reflected, (she will forever deny that she did that).

You start to lay down your claim and soon have built up a new hoard of trinkets, and maids, and mutants. The glittering gem crowning your hoard, is Alcina herself, not that she knows yet.

Once you've established yourself and Alcina doesn't outwardly reject your claim, you become quite the homemaker.

You are fierce and strong and loving.

You provide the warmest cuddles known to man, or mutant.

You cook for your new family, catering for their 'special' diet is a little easier with your own predilection to a carnivore diet.

Alcina will brag to the other Lords about "her darling", "the dimitrescu dragon", "the second dimitrescu lady," but only out of earshot of Mother Miranda.

Donna Beneviento

Pretty much the same reaction as the other post...except she's a bit braver about approaching you due to seeing your obvious injuries.

She has several dolls in attack mode ready to go, (not that they would work against your flame.

You know you could easily incinerate this woman but you attempt polite conversation through gritted fangs. You ask about her hobbies, favourite foods, favourite colours, etc..., and offer your own answers in return.

The talk calms her and she seems less frightened and more welcoming.

It takes a few days for her to really trust you.

Oddly enough you get the feeling she liked you a little more after Mother Miranda visited and berated her for not eliminating the threat (you) before being quickly chased of by a living flamethrower (also you).

When you shift to your human form to make it easier, she's surprised and immediately more comfortable with you.

Donna knows a lot about medicinal plants but zero about dragon biology. You know all about dragon biology and zero about medicinal plants. Together you make one whole doctor...and figure out how to make medicine for your wounds. It's patchy and a little funny-smelling but it does the job (at least you both think it does). To be honest, your natural regenerative capabilities take care of most of the damage.

Angie tries to play doctor too but is, admittedly, more of a hindrance than a help.

Your injuries are haphazardly patched and a good long sit by a lit fireplace does the rest.

You know your hunters are still out there, but this remote village is hidden and safe for now.

You decide to stay just until you need to move on.

Okay, Donna was not prepared for guests but now she has one.

She makes you some basic new clothes to cover you up and you collect firewood whenever she needs more.

After a while, she feels inspired by the way your scales gleam in the firelight and excited at the prospect of having a new friend to play dress up with, Donna offers to make you some dresses. Dresses with holes and pins to accomodate your wings and tail, delicate lace fingerless gloves allowing your claws to shine through.

You accept the gifts only because she seems so eager and it would be rude to deny your host, (not because she's cute).

You do what you can for her in return. As it turns out you can cook more substantial food than tea party sandwiches; which Donna definitely appreciates.

The dolls unnerve you, but you learn to live with them.

You install more lights in the manor and fix leaks in the roof.

There are long talks by the fireplace. She reads to you sometimes.

After a few months, you and Donna starts to build a comfortable rhythm.

After a few more, it starts to feel homely.

You attend a tea party she holds for the other Lords. When someone (Heisenberg) makes a comment that has Donna cringing, you growl, a loud deep vibration that (along with the glow in your eyes and fire shining through the skin of your chest) instills fear in all attending. Donna now has scary dog (dragon) priviledge.

You tell yourself your protectiveness is because she's your benefactor (totally not because you have a crush on the pretty, shy dollmaker with a voice like honey and temperament to match).

Okay, who are you kidding, you want to claim a new hoard here...you want to stay with her.

After a few accepted offerings of food made from your hunted game, a few accepted cuddles, and the painstaking labour of building and decorating a new conservatory with an unfolding roof cover for stargazing, (which Donna immediately hugs you in thanks and immediately outfits with a planter full of herbs), you consider your claim accepted.

You are fierce and strong and loving.

You provide the warmest cuddles known to man, or mutant, (or doll).

Once she feels comfortable enough and like she has permission, Donna is so sweet with you.

You compliment and build her up, and soon her confidence soars.

Donna goes from one of the weakest Lords to the strongest.

You burn the creepy baby monster in the basement, it's the one thing you couldn't live with.

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

HI! welcome back from your break! we really missed you!!

how have you been? i have not been doing well- i got in a car crash on monday (im not hurt, only bruised up) so ive just been recovering from that. i'd like to request our beloved alcina caring for her fem partner who got in a car accident. ty!!

Hello, there! And thank you, dear 😊 It's always nice to be missed ♥️ As for your injuries, I do hope you've healed up some and that you're feeling better! 🫂

As for your request, here you go! 😁

***

"Draga.. just what is it that you think you're doing?"

You stopped dead in your tracks, only having made it half way across your lover's bedroom before she caught you.

"It's.. it's been three days, Alcina! I feel disgusting and I need to bathe!" You exclaimed with a pout.

The Lady's face softened ever so slightly, giving you a chuckle as she made her way into the room.

"You do realize that I left that bell next to you so that you could call me if you need anything, hm? And that 'anything' includes bathing."

You averted your eyes, doing your best to keep your balance. While you understood that the Countess was only looking out for your best interest, you couldn't help but feel a little guilty for how much time she'd spent looking over you the past couple of days.

"I.. I didn't want to bother you, my lady. And I'm not even that badly hurt! That accident-!"

"That accident could have been much worse, draga! The whole carriage flipped! And the fact that I wasn't there.. that I couldn't stop it!"

Alcina took a deep breath, her fingers coming to pinch the bridge of her nose as she exhaled.

"I can not lose you." She said quietly.

"But.. you didn't lose me!"

Her eyes opened abruptly, glowing in a mix of fear and rage.

"AND I WON'T! I CAN'T. MIRANDA KNOWS I'VE ALREADY MADE SURE THAT INCOMPETENT DRIVER WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY. IF HE HAD-"

You hobbled over to her, wincing slightly as you took her hand.

"Hey, hey.. darling.. breathe for me."

And she did, squeezing your hand softly in the process.

"I am sorry, pet. I lost myself for a moment there."

"Hey, it's okay. I understand. Would it make you feel better to help me bathe?"

Alcina smiled, the subtle lines at the corners of her eyes creasing and lifted you into a full bridal carry.

You chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Mh.. as if I would ever turn down the opportunity to bathe you, my pet."

"Uh huh."

The Countess placed you down with the utmost of care before helping you to undress - with a sad, far away look in her eyes as her gaze scanned over the many bruises and scrapes that still decorated your body.

"Would you mind if I used some of your eucalyptus oil?" You asked her and she smiled.

"You, draga, may use any of my oils that you see fit."

She hummed quietly as she began to draw your bath, adding the oil you requested along with another she said would be good for the pain. And another that was supposed to help promote healing. It was such a simple act, yet so endearing. And only showcased the Lady's inherent need to take care of those she loved.

"Thank you, Alcina."

She blushed softly. "Whatever for, pet?"

"For loving me?"

At this the Lady chuckled, testing the bath with a single finger before lifting you carefully and lowering you into it.

"Draga.. loving you is the easiest thing in the world."

This time it was your turn to blush, with the indulgent heat from the water already willing a deep flush across your body.

"Charmer." You said, biting your bottom lip.

"Mh.. perhaps."

You could hear the smile that coated her words, felt the tenderness in her touch and the love that encompassed it. Her hands ever so careful as she used the washcloth to cascade warmth over your sore muscles and bruised skin.

"Now.. lay back, my pet. I want you to soak in here for at least twenty minutes. Is that clear?"

"Yes, my lady."

"Mh.. good."

She started to stand and you grabbed her hand, forcing her to look back at you.

"Can you.. can you stay with me awhile?"

She looked down at you with the most tender look you had ever seen, a look that made your heart lurch and your cheeks burn.

"Oh, draga.. I'll stay with you for as long as you need."

"So, forever?"

She paused before nodding, blinking away a single unspent tear.

"Yes, my pet. Forever."

***

I do hope you enjoyed this, dear! And be sure to take care of yourself ♥️

[fantasy-relax]

Others MC after gaining knowledge of the loop without memories of the past routes but keeping the new ones if the loop restarts. : Having a panic attack about existence *did anything matter? Did my chooses have no weight? What about the other versions of me? I'm the original or just another countless version lost in time? *

Trying to found a way out of the loop.

My shithead Mc : haha nice, *make a list of things to do, some are just things that never have time to do other are either are dangerous or inmoral*

Having the time of their life.

The list (NSFW included)

Beat the shit out the Stans with a bat

Go to parties with Angie

Try skating with Dani

Take Elena to a party with angie/ beat the shit out of all the annoying patrons.

Try Cinder unholy creation of drink

Tell alcina that she is an humongous bitch with the maternal abilities of a coconut.

Burn alcina secret artsy room. (Blame someone else if possible if not laugh at her face and square up)

Kidnap Bela and Cassandra so they and Dani could have a sister day.(Threaten to burn down the theater and the student council)

Tell Cassandra how a bitch she have been with her sisters.

Make Bela ditch her student council responsibilities. (kidnapping is in the table)

Try every single club

Steal a car

Steal all the technology that you always wanted.

Vandalism in all the walls of the school

Be gentleman with Cassandra and court her. Show support and help her to sleep more.

Kill the Stans the fuckers deserve it

Tell alcina that good parents keep their children away from dangerous cults, you stupid bitch. Burn alcina art room again

Help Bela so she can rest more.

Help Bela get back her heart what the fuck is going on here?

Hang out with Daniela and tell her that she is amazing and deserving of love.

Help Daniela break her curse, again what the fuck is wrong with alcina.

Pass time with alcina to know what the fuck is wrong with her.

WHAT THE FUCK ALCINA.

Kidnap that annoying pink head bitch and Burn alcina art room, with her inside.

Give some gifts to Daniela as apology for fucking her Mom in the past loop.

Hang out more with Angie to recover sanity.

Flirt with Angie aunt.

Beat the shit out of the annoying patrons of the flower shop.

Discover the killer. Okay, what the fuck is going on this school.

Flirt with donna, she kill you to protect Angie so try to forgive her.

Date donna, she is cute. Do your best to make her happy. Forgive her

Fuck her brains out, make her your precious doll. Now you can forgive her.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE HEADMISTRESS DOING

Investigate Miranda

Be patient

Tear up her clothes, throw all the shit in her desk and Fuck her hard on the motherfucking desk until she is crying and then fuck her more. Run away from the scene

High Five mia in your way out.

Hide and hang out with Mia. Dumb ways to die so many dumb ways to die.

Avoid the headmistress.

See if you can convince (NSFW) :

Bela of fucking in the study council room. Treat her like a horny whore hiding behind the miss perfect mask. Praise her too. Make her cockwarm while she is working, edging her and the fuck her until she is overstimulated.

Donna of fucking In the front of her flower shop. Put her above the counter were anyone could see her come like a dirty whore, under the counter eating her out while she try to tell the clients that whatever they want will be deliver it tomorrow.

Run away from the school. TO THE HELL WITH EVERYTHING

Use Miranda as a fuck doll/ cumslut because she is the cause of everything. She wants you? Fine let's see if she can handle it.

Make know to all the student body that their headmistress is just a whore. Shame her, forget all about the rules for bdsm, forget about your morals. Be the worst version of you every time she triggers the loop.

Go to cat café.

Convince Daniela of burning down her mother art room. It will be cathartic. Angie can tag in too.

[muffinsin]

👀 anon here again, really appreciate and enjoy your work! I have a different type of request this time if you were okay with it: a bit of hurt/comfort? Let's say their s/o gets hurt because of lycans or an attack on the castle or something, how would the girls react?

Oooooh they be going crazyyyy!

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Bela

You are her everything, and along with her family, a priority of hers

When lycans breach the castle, she is tasked with dealing with them

Her first priority is to clear the section she knows you’re in

If she can’t find you, she’s fast to freak out and go on a full spree to search the castle castle for you

Finding you struggling for your life on the floor, with a lycan on you, clawing and attempting to bite your jugular out, she sees red

Unbothered even if windows are smashed, she rips the mutt off you

Instantly, her pose is tense and defensive as she stands right in front of you, shielding you completely. You know nothing will get past her

It takes her only a moment to slay the mutt and have it howling at her feet, but she doesn’t grant it mercy. She ensures it will never hurt you again, so to speak

Whether small or big injury, Bela is the most worried she has ever been in her life, and this speaks volumes

She’ll scoop you in her arms and bring you to her room quickly, tend to your wounds as best as she is able to

The lycans aren’t her priority anymore, she knows they’re no threat to her family. She will, however, holler for her sisters to deal with them

And Black God bless them if they defy this command

Bela will be extremely tender with you, cleaning and fixing wounds, wrapping bandages around you

She will check your temperature and have you drink water, a bucket nearby just in case

She isn’t a healer by any means, but has educated herself enough by reading factual books regarding health and healing to have a general understanding of how to help you

For a week or so she won’t leave your side at all

She’s a little like a dog protecting its owner, and will snarl whenever someone gets too close. She is insanely protective of you, especially when you’re hurt

She will, however, allow Alcina near. She knows to trust her and is thankful whenever she offers information on how to treat humans and treat injuries- she knows she’s treated plenty

With her love and care you will be on the mend soon enough, and she even uses the opportunity to ensure you’re eating healthy and get enough nutrients

She’ll be sure you eat and even insist on feeding you at times, read to you and help you wash yourself, and, of course, cuddle you if you ask her to

Even once you’re back to full health, she is very reluctant to leave your side. Often she will randomly pop up next to you to ensure your safety

More often than not has she startled you by doing so, actually

In time, this will ease too, although Bela is always a tad more tense and protective whenever any situation could prove to be dangerous

Also, she has developed a deep hatred for Heisenberg’s creations. Not that she liked them in the first place

Cassandra

Cassandra is thrilled when she hears lycans have breached the castle. A free hunt? How exciting!

Then, however, she minds you. And more particularly, that she doesn’t know where you are, only that you aren’t locked away in her room for safekeeping

This makes her hunt a lot less enjoyable

Very much unlike her, she doesn’t take her time with her kills. She slays lycan after lycan, leaving behind a trail of blood and bodies

She’s full of adrenaline and worry, she needs to find you first

Despite feeling protective of her family too, it’s you who is her first priority. Her sisters have never expressed any difficulty dealing with the overgrown dogs, as she considers them. Her mother even less so. You, on the other hand…

When she at last hears your screams and quick heartbeat, her own increases drastically

She finds you, at last, bleeding a fair amount with a hand supporting you weakly. You’re pushed against the wall, blocking the lycan’s sharp teeth from closing on your skin with the leg of a broken stool

Before the beast has a chance to even break through the wood, she’s on it

A sickening crack is heard before the lycan falls and she pulls you to her

She’ll call out to you often and loudly, desperate to know you’re alive

Cassandra is quick to move you to the floor, and rips parts of the curtains to halt the bleeding slightly

She’s very careful with you, worried she will hurt you if she can’t control her strength. She’s angry at the lycans and it takes everything in her to be calm and precise with her movements

She has plenty experience with injuries, despite being the one causing them usually. Still, the sadist is familiar with the procedure of fixing humans up. Normally merely to ensure they keep living to be tortured more, but that is beside the point…

The room is completely blocked by her flies, killing any possible intruding lycans within seconds. She doesn’t even spare them a glance; despite being fun to taunt and hunt, they’re way beneath her

Once she knows the castle is cleared, she will move you to the large bed in her room, and properly tend to your wounds with gauze and bandages

All in all, you will be alright. She knows this, but still feels this insatiable worry, anger, fear for you and protectiveness

When she is assured you’re stable, she will ask her mother or older sister to look after you for a little while so she can blow off some steam in the dungeons.

Her hands are shaking with barely controlled anger

She provides you with water and baths, medicine and pain killers during your recovery

Also- she likes to be very close to you

Holding you is soothing to her. She doesn’t know what would’ve happened had she lost you. Those moments are likely the only ones she can be considered an overgrown teddy bear

Not unlike Bela, she becomes very protective. She won’t let maidens near you unsupervised and makes Daniela stay at the end of the bed, worried her younger sister might squeeze you in a hug and reopen your wounds (she most definitely would)

From there on out, she makes it a rule to stay where you are and lock yourself away during a raid. She knows she will find you in no time, but wants you safe and locked away until then

Cassandra might come across as harsh once you open your eyes, scolding you and yelling, though tears will soon enough dare slip from her eyes. She is always fast to wipe them away in hopes you didn’t see

She’s angry you got hurt, though not angry at you for getting hurt

She considers not leaving your side at all; although this ends when she attempts to tug you in the basement with her to tend to her “hobby” and you refuse with a pointed stare

Daniela

You are the first thing on her mind when she hears of the lycans

While normally taking her time to taunt and play with the mutts, she makes quick work of them this time

Being the fastest sister, she covers a lot of ground very fast, and in turn, smells your scent very quickly

She freaks out when she also smells the scent of your blood, however

Finding you tucked away in a corner of a hallway, brows furrowed in pain and holding your midsection, a lycan prowling towards you, she is quick to act

Your hair whooshes and your cheek feels cold as she is fast to grab the lycan by its fur

What must be hundreds of little flies pierce into it, eliminating it quickly even as it attempts to run off howling in pain

When she sees your state, her eyes are wide. She smells your blood, and hears your grunts of pain, and notices your injuries

And she has no idea what to do

She’s extremely caring of course, but caring for humans? Tending to injuries?

She scoops you up into her arms, shaking a little

Daniela moves so fast, you barely see what’s going on. Rooms and hallways blur, flies buzzing all around you is all you can hear

Being dropped on the large lap of Alcina Dimitrescu is shock enough to have you open your eyes again, though, no matter the amount of pain you’re in. And you’re not the only one. Shocked eyes stare down at you too

Daniela begs her mother to help, promises she’ll do anything if she saves her lover. She doubts you can understand her words

Alcina grants her her wish, naturally

Daniela feels at loss as she watches her mother work, but refuses to leave your side, even as all she can do is retrieve rags and bandages and alcohol and watch her the tall countess tend to your wounds

To her credit, Daniela tries to memorise what she does. She is an eager learner, and wants to care for you too

Thankfully, your injuries are treatable. Daniela wouldn’t know the difference, all she sees and smells is the blood covering your stomach

When she is told you will be alright, she is so thankful

So much so, she is held back from pouncing on you and cuddling you

She will definitely cry a lot, even during your recovery. She thought for sure you were lost

While on the mend, Daniela will just barely your side. It’s like she’s attached to you

She’s extremely cuddly and stays close,

Brings you food she knows you enjoy and bathes you. She tries her best to find you the medicine you want

Also, she has learned how to bandage you properly and change the bandages, and does so almost every few hours. She doesn’t want to risk an infection at all

Asides from this, she will shower you with gifts and cuddles. She’s so happy you’re still alive. She couldn’t lose a lover again, and she doubts she would ever recover from losing you

She definitely blames herself for letting you get hurt. She sometimes thinks it’s her fault for not getting there faster and taking the lycan out faster

The moment you assure her you’re well enough for it, she will hug you tightly and cuddle you properly

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: How about some heroic angst? How would Alcina react to [Y/N] almost dying while saving the daughters from hunters?

Yes! This is a great idea! Let’s get into it!

Alcina knew something was wrong that morning when the castle was eerily devoid of the usual laughter and antics.

She had awoken to an empty bed. You were nowhere to be seen.

As she descended the stairs she heard the sounds of a physical struggle from outside.

Then she heard a gunshot. A piercing sound that that left utter silence in its wake.

Alcina ran to open the castle doors and found a bloody massacre outside.

Bodies strewn in heaps littered the ground.

Alcina anxiously scanned the scene and called out to her daughters.

“Bela! Cassandra! Daniela!” She called. And then she remembered… She hadn’t seen you yet.

Only one of her daughters swarmed in front of her. Bela looked weak, but she would recover.

The blonde frantically pointed to one lone body that was still breathing. Daniela and Cassandra were leaning over it, trying to provide aid.

Alcina felt her heart drop. She knew it was you.

Alcina and Bela raced to your side.

“I’m trying to put pressure on the wound, mother… Y/N was shot! There’s so much blood, I don’t know what to do!” Cassandra explained through her tears.

Daniela hung her head and wept. “They were trying to protect us, mother! Hunters were trying to kill us, and Y/N…” She trailed off in a choked sob.

Alcina felt her heart break at your bravery and subsequent injuries.

“Y/N, can you here me?!” Alcina pleaded.

Your breathing was shallow, but you cracked your eyes open and tried to focus on Alcina.

“I’m here… Alcina…” You managed to get out.

Alcina felt relief surge through her veins. You were alive. There was still hope.

Alcina turned to Cassandra. “Darling, go run and get Mother Miranda. Tell her what’s happened.” Alcina urged her daughter.

Cassandra handed her mother the rag she was using to try and curb the bleeding and swarmed off.

“You’ll be alright, Y/N. Just try to stay awake okay, baby?” She rubbed a hand through your sweat-soaked hair as she used the other to apply pressure to your wound.

You gasped out weak breaths as blood pooled in your mouth and ran down your chin.

Alcina sobbed as she gently wiped the blood away from your face.

Daniela was unusually quiet as she rocked back and forth, trying to calm down.

The next few hours went by in a blur. Mother Miranda worked tirelessly to try and heal you, but it was clear it was a lost cause.

The only solution Mother Miranda had left was to give you the cadou.

Alcina cried into her hands as she tried to make the best decision without your input.

She didn’t want you to be forced to walk the earth forever like her… But she felt selfish. She wanted you by her side always.

After she heard your breathing begin to slow… She made her decision.

Mother Miranda gave you the cadou and, thankfully, your body hadn’t rejected it.

Now, only time would tell how your body would develop new capabilities.

You awake to the sight of your precious Alcina rubbing anxious fingers on your head.

Your daughters are also by your side. Daniela snuggled into your side and Bela and Cassandra sitting next to you.

You chuckle and four sets of golden eyes lock on your face.

“Did you miss me?” You joke tiredly.

The girls and Alcina cry and nuzzle their faces into you.

Now you would be with them forever. You feel content with this arrangement.

Masterlist

[blood-red-ocean]

The Things We Do For Love (Part One? Maybe?)

Rating: Not Rated Category: F/F Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Relationships: Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Mother Miranda Warnings: needles, medical stuff, illness, blood/gore.

Inspired by/a continuation of this post by @winterfireblond!

Summary: You and Alcina have been living an idyllic life, until one day you fall ill, leading you to start to distancing yourself lest Alcina worries about you. However, when she happens upon your unconscious form in the Castle's library, her worrying quickly turns to outright fear.

Word count: Approximately 1500 words.

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Alcina ran a hand through her hair, her breathing becoming shaky as she tried to contain her panic. She shook you again, more vigorously this time, calling your name louder. She tried to convince herself that no, your skin wasn’t paler than it had been a minute ago, and no, your breathing wasn’t shallower, and no, she wasn’t starting to have to strain to hear your heartbeat. She looked around the room, trying to think – all of the Maidens would be in their quarters by now, and as far as she knew, nobody else was within earshot of the two of you, even if she had roared for help. She gently lifted you from the floor and held you close to her, whispering to your unconscious form.

“E în regulă, dragostea mea. You’re going to be okay.”

She pulled an old blanket from its place on a nearby couch and draped it over you in her arms, before turning on her heel and rushing from the room. She navigated the Castle halls with ease, having spent the years pacing anxiously while she awaited any word from you. She was nearing the front door of the Castle, stopped only by Bela crashing into her in her haste.

“Mother,” She panted, pointing behind her with her sickle. “Mother, Cassandra broke- what happened?” Her eyes widened at the sight of you in Alcina’s arms. Alcina gazed down at you, her brow furrowed with worry.

“I’m not quite sure. Bela, listen very closely. I need you to get your sisters and go to Heisenberg’s. If they ask why, tell them that he has need of your help. I can’t…” She trailed off, still looking at you. “Make sure Daniella does not hear of this. She already has too much to worry about.”

“Yes, Mother.” Bela chewed her lip. “Will she be okay?”

“I’m… I don’t know. I’m going to take her to Miranda. I’m sure she will know what to do.”

Bela nodded and moved aside, allowing for Alcina to rush out the front doors of the Castle. With a grunt, she flexed her shoulder blades and shuddered as wings sprouted from her back. She still hadn’t gotten used to that feeling, but that was the least of her concerns right now. Tightening her arms around you and making sure you were secure under the blanket, she leapt up and soared into the sky, making her way back to Miranda’s dwelling. She shielded you as best she could from the frigid air but admittedly, your occasional shivering and tiny sounds of protest were the most reassuring things to her in that moment.

Finally she landed outside Miranda’s cave home, rushing in and bursting through the door to her laboratory. Inside, Miranda was leaning over Donna, speaking to her as she sat in a chair, a tube connected to her arm.

“It seems like your bond with the puppet is getting stronger, Donna,” Miranda said, scribbling notes onto a clipboard. “Very soon, you mat not even need to be in physical contact with the doll to communicate. Though I can assure you, if you ever felt comfortable—”

“Alcina?”

Donna looked at her with widened eyes, glancing between her and you in her arms. Miranda turned and followed Donna’s gaze, not noticing you at first. She placed her clipboard down and came closer, tilting her head as she asked, “Back so soon? Are you having adverse effects?”

“No,” Alcina shook her head. “No, it’s- It’s her, she- When I arrived back at home, she was unconscious in the library, I- I’m not sure what happened. There was no fire, she hasn’t woken up—”

“Okay, okay. Let me see what I can do. My apologies, Beneviento, but we may have to continue this some other time.” Miranda reached her arms out, looking at Alcina. “She’s safe here. Give her to me.”

Alcina was hesitant to relinquish her hold on you. Miranda gently put her arms up underneath you and nodded to Alcina, who let her take hold of you and carry you to an examination table nearby. While Alcina hovered over you, stroking your face and whispering to you in soft Romanian, she strode to where Donna sat and gently removed the cannula in her arm. Donna spared you and Alcina a worried glance before rushing out of the room, leaving the three of you alone. Alcina continued whispering to you, only barely managing to control the shaking in her hands. Miranda rummaged around in the corner of her laboratory and returned with a stethoscope and a thermometer; she muttered to herself as she listened to your pulse and took your temperature, jotting down notes on a nearby notebook.

“She will be okay, won’t she?” Alcina didn’t look away from you as she spoke to Miranda. “She has to be okay. I can’t… Years without her, and now this? I- La naiba!” She swiped angrily at her eyes, emitting a string of Romanian profanities. Miranda stood by as she went on, only stepping forward and speaking when Alcina paused to take a shaking breath.

“I think I know what’s wrong.” She sighed. “She came to me with concerns some time ago. I was hoping that this wouldn’t happen, but…” She pinched the bridge of her nose before continuing, “I’ve never seen it first hand, but this can happen when a mortal being is exposed to those inflicted by the Cadou for an extended period of time—”

Alcina looked up at her then, eyes glittering with barely contained rage and guilt. “This is because of me?!”

“No, no, no!” Miranda held her hands up. “No, of course not. You’ve seen the state of the Village, Alcina. The Lycans, they’re not quite as… In control of their gift as you are—” Alcina snorted at this. “—And as such, their biological state is volatile, the Cadou making them even more so as time goes on. It’s just a theory, and I’ll need to run some more tests, but it is highly likely that their time in the Village has impacted them negatively.”

Alcina chuckled, and then laughed, an angry, derisive sound. “So this is because of you? And those… Those things?”

Miranda looked squarely at her, breathing through her own emotions. “Dimitrescu, I understand you are scared. And you are valid in your fear, and anger. But I can assure you, that if that is what is happening here, she will not die. However, she will also not get any better. She will stay exactly as she is now, and will require close monitoring.”

“Is there truly no way to help her?”

Miranda hesitated, chewing on the end of her pencil. “One.”

It took only a few seconds for Alcina to connect the dots and realise what Miranda was insinuating. She leaped to her feet and flung her arm out, claws extending from her fingertips, knocking over a rolling cabinet of medical supplies and instruments as they did so.

“NO!” She roared, advancing on her. “No! You will not do to her what you did to me!”

“Alcina, please, see reason,” Miranda didn’t nudge, staring up at Alcina. “This is not at all for my own personal gain. I simply want to help your love. She didn’t want you to worry – in fact, the very last thing she wanted was for you to worry over her.”

Alcina heaved breaths as she processed Miranda’s words, finally retracting her claws and slumping back down at your side. She gazed at you and reached out, running the back of a gloved hand along your cheek. “I… I had no idea. I suppose that explains why she was pulling away from me, but… I love her. I can’t help but worry. Does she not understand?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Why would she not…?”

Miranda let the silence stretch on for a minute. She reached up and put her hand on Alcina’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I need to run some tests. If it is what I think it is, then… It might be worth it to consider the options.”

She turned and strode off at that, leaving Alcina to have a quiet moment with you. She carefully studied the details of your face, ran her fingers through your hair, even reached out to tuck the blanket around you. As she did so you stirred, moaning softly and frowning a little. She gasped and leaned in close to your face, hopeful.

“Alci…?” You murmured, slurred.

She took a deep breath and managed a weak smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m here, draga mea. I’m here.”

She pressed her forehead to yours, eyes closed tight.

“I’m always here.”

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 19 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: In the aftermath of the meeting Alcina is feeling guilty and you try and ease her pain.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI.

Tags: Some angst, some fluff

Notes: Part 19! I know things have been HELLA angsty lately but I promise the next few chapters I have planned will be fun and fluffy and perhaps even a little bit smutty😏💕 We'll be putting all of that angst to bed for a bit!

A/N: If you picked up the mildly obscure Toy Story reference, I love you hahah I'll link the reference at the end for those who missed it!

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Alcina's tears slowed and eventually stopped flowing. When she felt your fingers in her hair still and heard your breaths even out she relaxed a little knowing you were asleep. She stayed there for a little longer, with her head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as you slept. The steady beat of your heart and your gentle breaths relaxed her as the guilt ate away at her.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she finally lifted her head from your chest and your fingers slid out of her ebony curls and onto the bed next to you. Removing the gauze that was on your neck wound, she winced when she looked at it again. The bleeding had stopped for the most part, only trickles of blood still flowing from it. You definitely needed stitches. The longer Alcina looked at the wound the more her hands trembled - she would never be able to stitch you up like this. She tried her best to keep her hands steady but the harder she tried, the more they trembled and the more frustrated she became.

A knock on the door pulled her attention away from her hands and your neck.

"Mother?" Bela said as she opened the door.

"Yes?"

"Aunt Donna, Angie and Uncle Heisenberg are here for you."

Alcina grumbles and brings her fingers to the bridge of her nose.

"Alright, I'll be there in a moment."

"Do you need help with anything?"

Alcina pulls the fresh gauze away again to confirm you're still bleeding. Sighing in defeat, she turns to her daughter.

"Can you take over and continue to apply pressure to her neck?"

"Is she okay?" Bela asks, walking closer to the bed.

"Yes, she's asleep. Please try and not wake her. I am going to freshen myself up before going downstairs."

Bela sits on the edge of the bed and holds the gauze against your neck as Alcina makes her way into the bathroom. After a few minutes Alcina comes out in a new, clean dress. Her hair is fixed and her makeup is flawless. If Bela didn't see her mother so upset herself she never would have thought that she had been crying so hard. All evidence of her breakdown has been erased.

"I shall be back in a little while with Donna. She is going to need stitches and I am going to have Donna do it while she's here. If anything changes, do not hesitate to come get me."

"Yes mother."

Alcina ducks out of the door and Bela hears her footsteps getting further and further away.

Less than five minutes later Daniela appears in the bedroom next to Bela.

"How is she?" Daniela asks with worry in her eyes.

"She's okay. She's asleep so don't wake her Dani - Dani!" Bela hisses as Daniela crawls onto the bed and lays down next to you.

"Shh! And you're worried about me waking her up!" Daniela whispers which elicits an eye roll from Bela. "How's her neck?"

Bela removes the gauze and examines it before applying pressure to it again.

"It's still bleeding a little, she's definitely going to need stitches. Mom said she's going to have Donna do it before she leaves. But it's going to leave a nasty scar."

"Do you think mom will put the healing salve on it?"

"No, she only used it last time out of desperation. Mother doesn't want to expose her to the mold unless she absolutely has to."

"I guess that makes sense."

"Where's Cass? Still in the dungeon?"

"Yeah, she's been throwing things around in there all day. I think she even took a maid who had been misbehaving down there."

"Yikes."

Daniela's eyes wander over your sleeping figure, the bandages on your chest, the dried blood caked to your skin, the wound Bela was covering. She pouts and lays her head on the pillow next to you, gently moving your hair out of your face as you slept.

Alcina makes her way downstairs into one of the sitting rooms. As soon as she ducks through the door she sees her hat floating across the floor.

"Look I'm the dragon lady!" Angie's voice screeches from underneath the hat. "Roar! I'm so big and scary! Fear me!"

"Give me that." Alcina says, swiping the hat from Angie's head.

"Ugh, you're such a buzzkill, Godzilla!"

Alcina growls at Angie who runs towards Donna and climbs into her lap. She dusts off her hat and places it on one of the tables.

"How's the kid?" Karl says.

"Alive, no thanks to you." She snaps.

"What the fuck? Why the fuck is this shit my fault?!"

"You said you would protect her! Both of you said you would protect her and you did nothing!" Alcina yells.

"We were waiting for you to fucking do something you gigantic psychopath!"

"What was I supposed to do?! If I made another move Miranda would have killed her on the spot! There was nothing I could do!"

"And you don't think that crazy bird bitch wouldn't have snapped her neck with one hand if we did anything?! Plus it's not our fault you can't fucking control yourself you bloodthirsty bitch!"

Angie cackles. "Yeah! Get her!"

They meet in the middle of the room and are toe-to-toe, glaring at each other. Angie jumps off of Donna's lap and jumps around the two of them.

"How dare you!"

"This is the last time I try and do you any fucking favors!"

"Good because you couldn't even do the one thing you said you would! You unreliable greaseball!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Angie chants.

"Listen here you fucking cun-"

"Karl, Alcina, that is enough." Donna says, standing from her seat.

"Donna do not get in my way because I am as equally as angry at you right now." Alcina hisses.

"Alcina, please. Karl, sit down!" She says, pulling him the collar and throwing him into a chair.

"Hey!" He yells.

"Be quiet." Donna snaps before turning towards Alcina. "Alcina, please. What did you want us to do? There was nothing we could have done that wouldn't have put her life at further risk. Like Karl said, Miranda could have easily snapped her neck with one hand or when she had her caught up in the vines. We were powerless."

"What about the rest of the time?! When she was fighting against those vines! I did what I could but Miranda had me restrained! The both of you just stood there doing nothing!"

"Alcina, that's not true-"

"Then what the hell were you doing?!" Alcina screams, causing Donna to flinch and begin trembling.

"Will you stop fucking screaming at her?!" Heisenberg yells, getting in between the two of them. "Your temper is just as fucking short as you are gigantic. For your fucking information, we wanted to help. The minute Miranda wrapped you up we went to step in but Miranda eyeballed the two of us and had her vines pointed right at us. If we made any moves we would have been even more useless because we would have been fucking strung up on the ceiling by our ankles."

"Alcina, we wanted to help, we tried. There was nothing we could do that wouldn't have risked her life or made the situation worse."

Alcina lets out a shout of frustration before turning around and grabbing a nearby chair and throwing it into the wall, the chair shattering into splinters on impact. Her chest is heaving and her hands are balled into fists at her side. They begin to tremble as she struggles to keep her composure and not break down in front of everyone.

She was the matriarch of the castle, the one who never showed emotion - aside from anger. It was bad enough Donna had seen her in such a state multiple times over the last few months. It was worse that Karl witnessed her acting tender towards you. It would be a cold day in hell when she lets herself cry in front of them, Karl especially.

Hot tears sting her eyes as she struggles to keep herself together. It was easier thinking they just stood there and did nothing, at least then she was able to blame someone else. But after learning that they tried, and even worse, knowing that they were right in their suspicion that Miranda would have killed you if they stepped in to help, Alcina had no one else to blame for your pain but herself.

She broke her promise to keep you safe - again.

The realization hits her like a truck. Letting out a pained cry, she throws a table against the wall, it's pieces falling amongst the rubble from the chair.

Alcina squeezes her eyes shut, wiling the tears to go away. They threaten to roll down her cheeks but she grits her teeth and pushes everything she's feeling down with all of her strength.

You begin to wake up, feeling the sensation of tiny fingers running through your hair.

"She's waking up." You hear a familiar voice say.

"Hmm?" You mumble.

Turning your head towards the sound, you let out a small whimper from the pain at your neck.

"Easy, easy, don't move your head too much." The voice says.

Opening your eyes, you're met with a small pair of golden eyes with red strands of hair falling in front of them on one side.

"Daniela?"

"Yes, micuțo, I'm here." (Little one)

"Where's Alcina?" You ask, your eyes barely able to stay open.

"Karl, Donna and Angie are here, she went to talk to them." Bela says.

"Oh, okay." Your brows furrow as you feel the pressure of the gauze against your neck. "Fuck that hurts."

"I'm sure it does. When mom gets back Donna is going to stitch you up and we'll give you something for the pain, okay?"

"Okay."

"Go back to sleep micuțo, you need to rest." Daniela says, caressing your hair.

Your eyes close and you're swept away by sleep once more.

Not long after Alcina, Donna, Angie and Karl enter the room. Alcina didn't want an audience but Karl was being as stubborn as ever and Angie of course goes wherever Donna goes.

Sitting on the edge of the bed - taking over from Bela - Alcina runs her fingers through your hair.

"Draga, draga wake up." She says, her voice as comforting as a warm breeze. "Come on, iubirea mea. You have to wake up."

Your eyes flutter open and are met with Alcina's glowing golden eyes.

"There you go. Just like that, come now, you have to wake up."

"Alcina?"

"Yes love, it's me. I'm here." She says as she strokes your cheek with the back of her fingers. "Donna and Karl are here."

"I'm here too!" Angie screams.

Alcina shoots the doll a glare and turns her attention back to you.

"You need stitches, Donna is going to administer them, alright?"

"Okay."

Alcina moves to the other side of the bed after shooing Bela and Daniela out of the room. Angie and Karl stand on the outskirts of Alcina's chambers while Donna stitches up your wound. The entire time you're being stitched up, Alcina is sitting next to you on the bed, holding your hand and caressing it with her thumb. The stitches weren't exactly painful, but the wound itself was. Every so often a rogue tear would roll down your cheek and Alcina would quickly wipe it away, shushing you and comforting you.

When Donna was finished she gave her work one more once-over before nodding at Alcina.

"Try not to move your neck too much to avoid popping any stitches." Donna says. "You can remove them in a weeks time."

"Thank you, Donna." Alcina says.

"Of course. I'm glad to see you're okay, Y/N." Donna says to you.

"Thank you."

Angie climbs up onto the bed and stands on your chest, staring at your face. It's not that Angie weighs much, but it's still uncomfortable having anything standing on your chest right now.

"Will you get off of her." Alcina says, pushing Angie off of your chest.

"Hey! Watch it!" Angie argues before shooting a glare at Alcina, who returns the look. Staring at you once more Angie tilts her head at you. "You know, I was only kidding when I called you her new blood bag! But I guess I was right all along!" She says with an ear piercing cackle.

Alcina's eyes grow wide and angry at the doll and Donna quickly scoops her up and ushers her out of the door.

"Hey! Donna! What the hell?!" She manages to yell before Donna closes the door on her. "Oh come on! I was only kidding!" Angie's muffled voice calls from the other side of the door.

Karl walks up to the edge of the bed and looks down at you.

"How're ya feelin, kid?"

"Never better."

Karl chuckles and pulls something out of his waistband. "Here, found this on the floor of the chapel. It's pretty fucked up to toss a brand new gift, especially something as perfectly hand-crafted as this, onto a dirty chapel floor." He says with a wink before handing you the dagger he gifted you earlier in the day.

"Huh, sorry. I figured since it came from you it was used to laying around in trash." You quip.

Karl bursts into laughter and pats your shoulder. "Yeah, she'll be fine." He says to Alcina.

Alcina's eyes are trained on the dagger in your hand as it lays on your chest. Her eyes glued to the dried blood caked into the Dimitrescu coat of arms engraving. Nearly the entire engraving was now the rusted color of dried blood - your blood. Her heart clenches as she relives watching Miranda drag her nail down your chest.

"Hello? Earth to Alcina?" Karl says, snapping her out of her trance. "There's no way you're bloodthirsty already. You already took half of her shit!" He says.

Alcina's eyes shoot up to Karl and they narrow at him dangerously. She lets out a low growl and Karl puts his hands up.

"Jesus, I'm just kidding. That stick up your ass must me a mile long."

"Is there anything else you need or are you going to continue to bother us like the pest you are and keep her from resting?" Alcina snaps.

"Alright, alright. No need to get your parachute-sized panties in a bunch. I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Catch ya later, kid." He says to you with a tip of his hat and leaves the room. Donna nods to the two of you and follows him out, closing the door behind them.

You carefully turn towards Alcina, trying to be mindful of the stitches in your neck and she has a far away look in her eyes.

"Hey," you say, placing your hand over hers. "What's wrong?"

Alcina snaps out it and looks down at you.

"Nothing, I am fine." She says before taking the dagger from your hand and getting up to put it away.

As she walks towards the vanity where the leg holster is, she runs her thumb over the bloodied coat of arms. She didn't even realize she stopped moving until she felt something grab at her thigh.

Looking down, she sees you standing next to her with your arms wrapped around her leg.

"Draga, you need to be in bed and rest!" She says, putting the dagger down and turning her attention to you.

"I know, but you're not okay. I can see it in your eyes. Talk to me, Alci. Please."

"Come, you have to get back in bed."

"Can I at least shower and put on clean clothes?"

Looking down at you and realizing that you're still covered in dried blood and dirty, bloody clothing. Alcina sighs in defeat and agrees.

After a quick shower and some fresh pajamas, you lay down on the new sheets Alcina had a maid put on the bed while you were cleaning yourself up - exchanging them for the bloodied sheets you were once laying on.

You wanted to talk to Alcina, to find out what was wrong. Well, you're pretty sure you knew what was wrong given everything that happened but the moment your head hit the pillow a current of sleep pulled you under.

The next few days were a blur. Alcina was constantly coming and going from her chambers, checking in on you nearly every hour. All of the physical trauma that happened to your body seemed to catch up with you. Not only were you absolutely exhausted, your neck was bruised and swollen from Miranda's hand and the vines. You realized quickly after you woke up the next morning you could barely speak, to which Alcina muttered to herself "I had a feeling this would happen." and promptly had a maid bring you hot tea and soft foods.

Each day that passed Alcina seemed to be withdrawing into herself more and more. A familiar fear began to creep into your chest. Last time she became withdrawn she broke your heart into a thousand pieces, you were worried she was heading down that path again. You so desperately wanted to talk to her but you physically couldn't. So you tried to communicate your feelings physically. Kissing her, holding her hand whenever she sat near you, cuddling into her as close as you possibly could at night. You were happy that she was reciprocating your advances but something in her eyes still made her seem so far away.

On the fifth night, your voice was finally on the mend. It was raspy as hell, but at least you were able to speak.

Alcina was laying next to you reading a book. Her reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. You wiggled under her arm and cuddled into her, resting your head on her breast. She looked down at you and chuckled and adjusted her arm so you were comfortable. Wrapping your arm around her waist, your fingers drew abstract shapes across the silk of her nightgown. You couldn't help but look up at her and admire her beauty.

It was so rare for anyone to see her like this. With her hair down, no makeup, laying in just a nightgown with her reading glasses on. You could clearly see the laugh lines that adorned her perfect lips, even though their signature red rouge was absent. They still looked as full as ever. The crows feet in the corners of her eyes perfectly complimented her laugh lines. You could see every scar and stretchmark that adorned her neck, chest and face - no doubt most of them coming from the rapid growth she endured after getting the cadou. You wondered how many of them she carried over from her previous life and how many of them were new. She was effortlessly beautiful, yet something lurked in her eyes that made you believe that she never once looked at herself that way.

"You do know it's rude to stare, right, draga?" She says, her eyes not leaving her book.

"People stare at artwork all the time and that's considered a compliment." You rasped.

Alcina smirked and rolled her eyes before they landed on you. "Is there something I can do for you?" She asks, closing her book.

"Nuh-uh. I'm just looking at the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, draga mea." She says before leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

"No I'm good, I'm fine. How are you?"

"Me? There's no need to worry about me." She pulls the covers off of her and moves to stand up but you hold onto her, keeping her in place.

"But I am worried about you."

"Don't. Let me up, I am going to put my book away."

You release her from your grip with a sigh and watch her as she returns her book to the bookshelf and places her glasses on the vanity.

"I can't help it. I haven't been able to talk to you for almost a week. We haven't even been able to talk about what happened."

"We will have plenty of time to discuss what happened. What's important now is that you rest your voice and continue healing."

"Alcina, please. You're pulling away again. You've been doing it all week. It's starting to worry me. Please just talk to me."

Alcina places her hands on her vanity and looks down.

"I don't know what it is you want me to say."

"Anything, say anything. Tell me how you're feeling, let me know what you're thinking, anything." Alcina stands there, unmoving and silent. "Alcina please, it scares me when you get like this. Please let me help." You try your best to keep your voice steady but it still shakes. Alcina closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

"I don't want to burden you, you have enough to deal with draga."

"It's not a burden, you are never a burden. I'm more worried about you than anything else right now. Please, just talk to me. You promised you would talk to me."

She hangs her head and digs her nails into her palms. After taking a minute to collect her thoughts she finally speaks. "I'm afraid, draga." She says and looks up at you through the mirror.

"Afraid of what?"

"Afraid of myself, afraid of losing control again. I nearly killed you. I was completely out of control." Even from this distance you can see her eyes start to gloss over.

"But you didn't."

"But I very easily could have. That side of me, it is dangerous. It is horrific and monstrous-"

"Don't say that about yourself-"

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" She shouts as she turns towards you. "That side of me is nothing compared to what you've seen. It is ugly and horrifying and no one other than Mother Miranda has seen it in it's entirety. That was the first time anyone aside from my girls have even seen my wings! Those ugly, awful-"

"Alcina, they were beautiful."

"No they are not."

"They are to me."

"Nothing about that side of me is beautiful, draga. Nothing."

"Why are you so afraid of it?"

"Because I have no control over it! You saw what happened, I heard you begging and screaming to let you go and there wasn't a single thing I was able to do! It was like my mind was trapped in a body I had no control over."

Suddenly it felt like a bucket of cold water was thrown over you. You knew Alcina wasn't in control, but you thought that a different conscious took over and hers went dormant. But she heard you begging for your life. You were right, Mother Miranda wanted her to kill you. She wanted Alcina to be imprisoned as she watched you die in her arms.

"You heard me?"

"Yes. And when I'm in that state there is nothing I can do to stop myself." She wraps her arms around herself and looks down at the ground. "That's why I was so afraid when she told me to feed from you."

"Because she knows you're not in control. She wanted you to watch what you did to me but not be able to stop it."

"Precisely."

You move over and pat the empty side of the bed, silently asking Alcina to join you again. She stands there for a moment, her arms still wrapped around herself, almost as if she's afraid to get too close to you. "Come on." You say as you wave her over. Eventually she sighs and lays back down in bed. Being mindful of your stitches, you curl into her and lay your head on her shoulder.

"But you stopped. You weren't in control but you stopped." You said.

"I don't know what you did to stop me but I can never guarantee that will happen again. You were lucky. We were lucky that monster stopped."

"Alcina, please."

"I don't know what else you want me to call it, it's a monster."

"What does it look like, your full form?"

"Like a dragon of sorts."

"Of sorts?"

"It's hard to explain."

"Okay, then call it a dragon, not a monster. For me, please?"

Alcina looks into your pleading eyes and rolls hers. "I will try."

"Thank you. Do you want to know how I got you to stop?"

"Yes."

"As you were feeding from me I remembered Cassandra saying that fear makes blood taste sweeter. I realized every time I felt fearful, the bite would get worse. So I relaxed myself in your arms and stroked your cheek. I asked you to please stop, that it was enough. Just when I thought I had failed and that I was going to die, you slowed down and stopped."

"I am so sorry, draga." She says as she wipes a few tears away and kisses the top of your head.

"But the most interesting thing happened after you stopped."

"What was that?"

"Even though your eyes were completely white, you looked afraid when you looked down at me in your arms and saw what happened. Was that the dragon, or was that you?"

Alcina leans her head back for a moment to think. She closes her eyes and her brows furrow.

"I think it was both of us. I was screaming, trying to get it to stop. Then it realized what it had done and I felt it's fear."

"Do you remember what happened afterwards?"

"When that mon-" you shoot her a look and she huffs. "when that dragon takes over my memory becomes hazy, so I don't remember everything clearly."

"You nuzzled me and whimpered."

"What?"

"Yeah, you nuzzled me and I heard you let out a whimper like a sad puppy. Then Mother Miranda took a step towards us and you growled at her. She took another step forward and you stepped backwards and then you full on snarled at her."

"Did I really?" Alcina asks with a look of surprise on her face.

"Yeah. Why? What's wrong?"

"It only ever responded to Mother Miranda. She was the only one that was ever able to control it." She says with a faraway look in her eye. Shaking her head, she looks back down at you. "Sorry, please continue."

"It's okay. After that you kneeled on the ground and covered us with your wings. Your mouth went to move towards my neck and I stopped you. I wasn't sure if you were going to try and feed again but instead you nuzzled me again and started purring, like really loudly. Louder than I've ever heard before."

A faint blush dusts Alcina's cheeks and she looks away as if she's embarrassed. "I'm sorry." She mumbles.

"What? Alcina, there's absolutely nothing to apologize for, especially for that." You say as you guide her chin back towards you. "Honestly? I liked it. It made me feel safe. Even when you do it and it's a faint purr, its comforting."

"I suppose that, thing, and I are more connected than I would care to admit. We are one in a way."

"That's why I don't want you to hate it or talk badly about it. It's part of who you are, and everything about you is beautiful and worthy of love."

Alcina's breath stalls in her chest and she looks deep into your eyes with wonder. "You are truly fascinating. You never cease to amaze me, draga mea." She whispers, as if she's talking to herself.

You sit up and bring your lips to meet hers in a gentle, passionate kiss. "I love everything about you. Everything that you are, Alcina. Always." You whisper against her lips before she kisses you again.

When your lips part you rest your head in the crook of her neck and she runs her fingers through your hair.

"Did anything else happen?" She asks.

"Well when I realized you weren't going to feed again, I let you move back towards the bite mark you started licking it and cleaning it."

"That I do faintly remember. Right before I came back, correct?"

"Yeah, you placed a kiss on it and when you pulled back the white in your eyes faded back to your usual gold."

"That's right. I do remember that. That's why Mother Miranda had that incredulous look on her face. Because the mon-"

"Alcina." You interrupt.

"Sorry, I've been calling it that for nearly 60 years, it's going to take some time to break that habit." She says defensively. "Anyway, she had that look on her face because the dragon disobeyed her, it rejected her and chose you."

"Man that must have pissed her off."

"It very likely had."

"Do you think she'll leave me alone now?"

"I hope so, draga mea. Mother Miranda is a woman of her word. She promised she would leave you alone from now on."

"She said that last time."

"Technically, she said she would respect my property."

"Is that not the same thing?"

"For Mother Miranda, no. But she swore to leave you alone so I can only hope she keeps her word."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

You stifle a yawn and Alcina chuckles and kisses you on the forehead.

"Sleep, draga." She says as she slides down under the covers and wraps her arms around you. "You need rest. And you need to rest your voice. You only just got it back and I fear that the length of our conversation will set you back in your recovery."

"It would be worth it. I missed talking to you. And we needed to talk."

"That we did, iubirea mea." She says as she nuzzles into your hair. "I missed talking to you too. Now go to sleep."

Alcina kisses the shell of your ear and you fall asleep feeling her warm breath cascading over you.

Of course, the conversation the two of you had did indeed set your recovery back because you woke up without a voice again and didn't get it back for another two days.

Finally your week of recovery has gone by and Alcina was able to remove the stitches from your neck wound. She tried to hide her grimace at the scar but you saw the look on her face. Insisting on seeing it for yourself, you couldn't help but make the same face at first. Your reaction to it, even though it was involuntary, broke Alcina's heart and you could see it all over her face. You did your best to reassure her that it wasn't that bad and that it would fade some in time, but the both of you knew that it would still leave a very noticeable scar.

Feeling the guilt radiate off of her, you led her to the bed and had her lay down with you. Curling into her as tightly as possible, the two of you laid like that for hours, trying to let the aftermath of the meeting fade from your minds. The both of you still had a lot of thoughts and feelings to work out, but as you laid in each others arms, nothing else in the world mattered.

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Reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C25l1SkYzb0

"Look I'm the dragon lady!" Angie's voice screeches from underneath the hat. "Roar! I'm so big and scary! Fear me!"

"Give me that." Alcina says, swiping the hat from Angie's head.