#Mother Miranda fanfic

[lazarettta]

So I just finished this woman’s boss level on the hardest level and I think I got arthritis in my hands now 😅…anyways…

As I was getting my ass HANDED to me on a mf gold plate made from the Gods of Olympus that was cursed by Satan…all I could think about?…

1) where does Miranda even come from/is hiding 24/7???

2) ain’t no way she’s immortal AND celibate.

Like yeah, she’s hellbent on this kid thing in the game, but what if she wasn’t here? She still grieves her daughter but the minute she interacts with the Megamycete and she gets overloaded with knowledge and I guess memories (?), she became obsessed…with understanding her blessing and curse.

And yes, she continues to experiment on people and being shady, that’s still canon. But when she and Spencer met…they never parted ways because their interests aligned. (Though Miranda was more interest in knowledge and progression than she was about the money and politics.)

Backstory done, now…wouldn’t be interesting if she actually had someone waiting for her at home, right? Not even an experiment either, just a normal wife and home. (Sorry, men don’t exist as anything but props in my stories 👹).

Anyway, Miranda is crazy as all outside, but at home? She could totally be like the Mia we saw at the beginning of the game, you know? Loving, teasing, kinda bossy and just like…not being crazy as all outside. Miranda definitely keeps long hours, but she’s a top tier scientist with Umbrella so it’s expected, yeah?

Miranda makes bank, okay? But again, she’s immortal so she’s probably rich already meaning you don’t have to work anymore if you didn’t want to.

But you do anyway, if only to keep yourself from getting bored at home on the days you’re home alone.

Sometimes it can be weeks before she’s home again, and Miranda really does try not to be gone that long but sometimes the Lords fuck up and she’s stuck cleaning up their messes. She always makes it up to you when she gets home though. Thoroughly. You never complain. well, once as a joke…Miranda took that personal. You didn’t make that joke again. (Considering it though)

You probably don’t know what Miranda really gets up to at work though, you don’t even suspect even after 6 almost 7 years, she was still just that beautiful nerd you quite literally bulldozed all those years ago in your rush to get to court in ridiculously high heels.

Miranda naturally had been pissed and your life was automatically forfeit…until you smiled. As cliche as it was…Miranda froze. Right there on the dirty New York side walk, uncaring about her pristine clothes possibly being ruined forever. She watched you ramble and rant above her until she suddenly found herself slightly towering over you.

Stronger than you looked she realized that day, able to pull her back to her feet so easily. Her. A self-claimed goddess.

Miranda always remembers that day fondly, it was very well the day she came back to life. You both remembered that day differently though 🤣. You still think you should’ve called 911.

So yeah, when Miranda isn’t doing business with her associates, I feel like she’s just at home with you, enjoying a nice homebody sort of day just lounging around or spa days together while her Lords do her dirty work, ya know? The usual double life standards.

I have some other thoughts about Miranda’s time off screen but for now that’s all I wanted to share 👀 may or may not add more to this later.

[whore4gwen]

Re8 Women dating HCs

Contains: Lady Dimitrescu, Donna Benevento, & Mother Miranda

WLW

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Tags: Light talks of manipulation, narcissism, and sadism, mental health issues, fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, possessiveness, slightly unhinged behavior, MY personal head cannons, very slight suggestiveness, Mirandas fucking God complex, isolation, religious elements, cuddling, poor perception of love, & tax evasion.

A/N: Im working on sm things rn it’s not even funny. Despite that, I desperately wanted to post something, so here’s some of my hc. No these are not all my hcs, these are just some of the REALISTIC ones I have. These are based on my own personal perception of these fictional characters. You are welcome to disagree with anything I write, but you’re not welcome to harass me about it. Please keep negativity to yourselfs. Anyways, please enjoy!

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Alcina:

-It’s not that Lady Dimitrescu is incapable of loving another, I just think it’s the way she would love.

-Carnal, possessive, dangerous, a little crazed even. Nothing about the lady’s love is sensual or soft. She’s powerful, domineering, and boy does she relish in it. Of course she’s aware of all the things she could do, all the things you’d let her do. So willing, so compliant, so easy to control.

-Alcina is a narcissist through and through. You will bend to her will, to her every need. You’re hers, after all. (We still love you thou)

-I feel like her love is very incessant, very smothering for lack of better words. She’s not exactly clingy, but she needs you around, she needs to feel your presence.

-Always, and I mean always watching you. Nothing you do will go past her. She needs to know exactly where you are and what you’re doing at all times.

-A bit emotionally manipulative. Of course she doesn’t see it that way, she just wants everything to go her way. What’s so wrong with that?

-I think for the most part she’s a little self aware about her flaws and what not, but I wouldn’t say this with 100% certainty. A big part of her doesn’t really see a problem with the way she is. It’s absolutely normal.

-But to be fair, it’s not like anyone would call her out.. so🤷🏻‍♀️

-Pet names pet names pet names. Alcina absolutely adores them. She only really uses your names unless she’s really pissed. In that case, run.

Donna:

-Shy. So incredibly so that you don’t hear her voice till weeks after working for her. And the way your jaw fell to the ground when you heard it had Angie belly laughing on the ground. If it wasn’t for her, you thought maybe you were hearing things.

-Forgets to eat often. She gets so preoccupied with her dolls, she doesn’t always take the best care of herself. So make sure you remind her to eat:(

-It’ll take AGES to get Donna there, but when you do, she is nothing short of the wait. Very passionate, and a little unhinged.

-Like Alcina, she’s a bit possessive.

-She finally found someone she was comfortable with showing her scare, you’re not going anywhere. You belong to her and that’s final. You’re literally stuck, so get comfortable.

-Values your opinion over everything. Her cooking, her sewing skills, her Garden. Donna swoons at praise. A light pink dusting her cheeks any time you compliment her, no matter how minor.

-Poor Donna has been alone for quite some time now. Touch starved as well as touch repulsed. Have fun with that :)

- Canonically, Donna has really bad mental health issues, which causes her to lash out and make rash decisions. She’s not abusive by any means, just a lot to handle.

-She gets into her own head a lot. Constantly convincing herself none of this is real. That one day she’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.

-I know she has manic episodes. Cannot convince me otherwise. Before you, they were almost unmanageable. Your first experience dealing with Donna during one terrified you. You were so worried about Donna, you had no idea what was happening.

-You tried desperately to comfort her. Unfortunately the voices were stronger than your weak attempts.

-After a while, she finally calmed down and explained that catastrophe as best as she could without scaring you off.

-At first Donna didn’t really understand the purpose of cuddling. It’s not that she didn’t want to, she was just truly confused. After having the significance of cuddling explained to her, she fell in love with it.

-Unironically, she’s the big spoon. She loves holding you, making sure you’re safe in her arms. Now, it’s the only way she can fall asleep.

Miranda:

-This bitch is so crazy.

-All shits and giggles aside, this woman is absolutely sadistic.

-Mind games are inevitable. Especially if she’s truly in love with you, in her dark and twisted way.

-Possessive asf.

-Did I already say possessive?

-Miranda is definitely stingy and will isolate you from your friends/family. Why do you need them when you have her? She’s your Goddess, she’s all you need. Never mind everyone else.

-Definitely the type to tell you to take a nap if you ever say you’re tired of her shit.

-You’re not going anywhere. Nice try, but no.

-I know this is obvious, but her God complex is really top tier. I mean seriously.

-Absolutely loves being worshipped, and not just in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. She wants to be put first, she wants to be your number one priority, your Goddess, your everything.

-She will find a way to incorporate her status & power in everything she does.

-She loves you, but you must always remember your place, under her. Figuratively and literally.

-Despite her cut off personality, she’s definitely a cuddlier. Especially after a long day of failed experiments and aggravating meetings.

-Like Donna, Miranda has been alone for almost a century. She’s so damn touch starved yet also incredibly touch repulsed at the same time. Have fun coping.

-Of course she threatened you if you ever told anyone thou. I mean can you imagine THE Mother Miranda being spooned? Imagine what the public would say.

-Fucking tax evader.

-After she gets Eva back, successfully, she lessens up, but only a bit. Like Alcina, she is the way she is and she doesn’t really see the problem with it.

I want all three of them so badly.

[vermont-writes-fanfic]

Her Special Maid

Chapter 1

Request:No

Warning: Kidnapping, the girls wanna kill you at first, nothing else tbh

Characters:Alcina Dimitrescu, Villager!Y/N

A/N: This has been giving me a little trouble but I believe it’s ready! I hope you all enjoy and I apologise for the weird cut off 😅

Directory: Prologue, Chapter 1 (You are here)

The warmth seeps through your clothes and into your bones on long the chill of mid winter right out of your body, the houses in the village are never able to be this warm no matter how high the fires roar.

“Who is this?”

“What are you doing in here?”

“You’re pretty~”

Three disembodied voices echo out in the large foyer and as you look around you see nothing and no one. That is, until a mass of flies tumble down the stairs and splits into three smaller masses, and surround you in a swirl of buzzing insects.

“It doesn’t matter if she’s pretty, she's uninvited.”

“What does she have in her hands?”

“Give it here!”

Your arms are tightly wrapped around the box, eyes wide in fear and confusion at how a mass of flies is talking at all. The feeling of hands prodding at your body and pulling at your shoddy cloak makes you flinch and step back,a sharp push lands you on your bottom but you have no time to react as you are pulled by your cloak. You slide across the floor being slammed into walls and tables, the only thing you can do to minimize the bruising is to curl up and wait for the world to stop moving. Finally, you come to a halt in an even warmer room, in the centre is a large chair by a wooden table and a fireplace, one that rages so large you think if it was in the bakery it would burn the building down. In the chair, sits a woman with pale skin, dark curled hair, a large wide brimmed hat, and a slightly off-white dress. She doesn’t strike you as odd until you realise how tall she is not only in comparison to the girls that this mass of flies had turned into, but to yourself.

“Mother, I bring you a trespasser.”

“We caught her snooping around in the foyer,”

“She’s a thief Mother! Look what she has in her arms!”

From the point on the floor, you can see a cloud of smoke puff into the air in front of the woman before dispersing. She sets down something on the table before speaking in an elegant voice.

“Very well done daughters,” She says as she stands, her tall form easily towering over you and her daughters. As her golden eyes land on your form they widen and her scarlet lips pull into a smile.

“Oh? Let her up.”

Doing as they are told, the hold on your arms is let down and you quickly sit up straight still cradling the box in your arms.

Her glowing eyes capture your attention for a moment rendering you unable to look away from their intense gaze. When you come to your senses, you quickly bow your head, heart pounding in your chest at the realisation of who exactly you were just staring into the eyes of. This is one of the four lords appointed by Mother Miranda,your mother told you this is where she lived but the reality of the situation you are in catches up with you like a slap to the face. You entered the home of a Lord uninvited, in possession of something that belongs to said Lord and then had the audacity to stare into her eyes and gaze upon her form. Your heart beats ever quicker in your chest as your breathing becomes ragged, the feeling of the silver pegs of the box as they dig into your chest anchors you. If you weren’t holding the box so close to you, your hands and arms would be shaking with nerves. The sound of her authoritative voice snaps you out of the stupor of fear you were in.

“Stand up girl,”

Doing as you were commanded, you use one arm to lift yourself up onto shaking legs and properly bow your head to her, eyes fixated on the tips of your boots which peek out from under your dress.

“Look at me when I am speaking to you.”

With a small amount of fear you slowly look up to her, golden eyes locking with yours as she speaks. The air of her authority, her power of overwhelming and enchanting all at once as she looks down at you.

“Who are you, and why have you entered my home uninvited?” She questions you, taking a sip of wine from her glass.

“I-I’m the baker's daughter from the village, I found this box and The Duke s-said it belonged to you.” You hold out the box as you speak, hands shaking slightly as you hold it up to her taller figure.

Her eyes leave yours for a split second as she takes the box. She has been looking for it for a week, assuming her brother stole it to get back at her for something she said to the incompetent fool.|| As her gaze drifts form your own, you find that you can breath a little easier, your chest rising and falling as you attempt to slow your rapid heart rate.

“Where did you find this?”

“In the snow, on the way b-back from the mill. I-I only found it today on my walk, it must’ve been buried in the snow.” You respond, stumbling over your words every now and then as the three girls around you gaze at your form with a predatory gaze. They remind you of hungry wolves stalking their prey from a dim treeline.

“And you thought to bring it here, knowing who lives here?”

You can only manage to nod your head, her tone almost condescending as she questions you. What else could you say? You knew that it was dangerous to come here of all places, even if it did belong to her. You then entered uninvited only because the door opened, and for all she knows you could have stolen it some how. The look on her face as she looks down to you again says it all: Are you brave or just foolish?

“What will you do with her mother?” The girl with brunette hair asks, walking forward a little.

“Let us hunt her, she will make a fine addition to my canvas!” The blonde spins her sickle in her palm, the blade smeared and layered in the blood of too many to count.

“No! She’s too pretty for that mother, let me keep her!” The last daughter says, her red hair draped over her shoulders a fiery contrast to the brown and crimson staining her cheeks and lips.

They spoke as if you weren’t in the room and you can’t help but shrink back as they fight like starving animals over who would get to do what with you. When you watch closer though, you can’t help but think of how they remind you of your own siblings hungry for your mother and fathers attention whenever they could get it. Despite your situation the scene brings a smile to your face, though it is all but snatched away from you when the woman silences her daughters with a single call, and relays her decision.

“Daughters. This young maiden is a guest in our home and has done me a great favour, we don’t feast on our guests. You are the bakers daughter, yes?”

“Y-yes ma’am,” The words leave your mouth quickly, afraid that if you keep her waiting to long she might change her mind.

“Girls, clean yourselves up. We will be keepin her as a guest for this evening. Do you enjoy tea?”

An amused smile pulls at her lips as she watches your eyes widen and your head tilt ever so slightly to the side in visible confusion. Only moments ago you where about to be killed or worse, and now she is treating you like a revered guest of honour. You watch as she sets the box down on a tall dresser next to another one similar, but clearly newer made.

“Tea?” All you can do is echo the last word of the question, the disbelief not quite shaken from you yet.

“Yes, or perhaps you would prefer coffee?”

“N-no ma’am, tea is perfectly fine, thank you.”

Now that you have shaken out of your stupor you answer her quickly, you’d never been fond of coffee. You liked the smell but drinking it makes you anxious and tired all at the same time, you’re father and eldest sister seemed to be addicted to it. She walks past your still shaking form and opens a door bending down under it’s frame to exit.

“Come.” It’s a single command that has you tripping over your feet to follow behind the larger woman. You are lwad down a series of hallways before you enter a decent sized room with a hearty fire in the fire place, two couches facing eachother, a table in the centre, a piano off to the side and several other furnishings throughout the room. She gestures to a seat across from where she seems to be heading and she pulls on a little string.

As you sit down, you realise that once again you are in the presence of the Lady Dimistrecu, in her home where young ladies are said to be taken and never seen again. You feel her gaze land heavy on your body once more and can’t help how your cheeks begin to flush under such an intense gaze. It’s as if she is sizing you up in some manner, those golden iris’ mapping out your every detail. Suddenly you are very aware of how messy you must look, you had come in from the winter cold and been dragged around before seeing someone of such high power. Your cloak is covered in dirt and flour from using it as an apron back at the bakery. Your face has bits of flour and the white powder somehow landed in your hair, the messy bun nearly falling out now after having been slung into walls and drug across stairs and halls. Summoning what little courage you have left after the series of events, you speak up.

“Ma’am, may I be excused to the lavatory?”

“You may, I will have Daniella take you,” The moment she says this, the girl with the red hair appears and eagerly takes your hand pulling you out of the room.

“What’s it like being the bakers daughter? Have you met any cute manthings in the village? What are Uncle Heisenberg’s lycans like when hunting?”

The entire walk to the restroom she asks you question after question like an eager child. She must be the youngest of the three, the way she was acts reminds you of your own little sister who has been at school for the winter, most of it anyway. Tomorrow she is going to come back for a short break, when the blizzards are to happen and snow people in. Your brother will be starting next year, he is sure to be a menace if he isn;t interested in what they are teaching him. Ever since he was 4 you’d been homeschooling him and teaching him how to speak and use his manners. Because of you he is one of the msartes children of his age in the village, not that there is much competition between 4 year olds to begin with.

“Here you are! Don’t take too long or mother might send Cass to get you!” Daniella’s cheery voice snaps you out of your thoughts as she stops infront of a door.

“Ah, thank you…I will do my best not to take too long.” You enter the bathroom and stand infront of the mirror and begin to right your appearance. You start with taking off your cloak, you lay it across the sink and beat off the flour and sugar the best you can making it look a little more presentable. After doing the same to your pants and your shirt, you use a small bit toilet tissue to wipe the flour off of your face before wetting your hands and slicking your messay hair back into a neat tight bun. The ribbon you use is worn and has seen better days, but is all you have for the moment and so you will need to make due with what you have. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror you crack a small smile, it’s not easy cleaning up the look of a baker with just water and some cloth but you did well. You wrap your cloak around you waist before finally turning to leave. As you walk out the door you nearly collide with the brunette from earlier, quickly you bow your head in apology only to be met with a single question.

“Why do you smell like honey cakes?

End Note: This was a little on the back burner because I’ve been planning other writing but I hope you all enjoy!

Total Words Count: 2,255

[marilynthornhilllover]

Heyyy I don't know if you are taking request but i had this ideia for quite some time.

A Lady dimitrescu x yandere maid reader!!! Imagine dimitrescu gets a new maid from mother Miranda like the usual but the reader start to get obsessed with dimitrescu, doing the reader start to sabotage the other "favorite" maids so she could be the top one for Alcina but she still behave very shy, innocent and loyal to her.

And Alcina have a bit of suspension about the sabotages that reader is doing but she just puts a side because "her best maid wouldn't do that right?!"

Love can be a killer

Lady dimitrescu x yandere!maid!reader

Warning: talk of harming others, near death experience, murder threats, knife play, slight praise kink, talk of blood and slight torturing, rumors, talk of pyscopath behavior.

A/n: totally loved this idea!! Hope you enjoy and yes my ask box is always open!<3

The five lords gathered in the dilapidated hall of the old cathedral inside of castle dimitrescu as their leader mother miranda took her stance while the others took their seats. The room was filled with silence as the four lords exchanged glances. Confused as to why mother miranda remained silent.

She was often the first to speak, mostly. But her silence was deafening. It would be suicide to speak up — not knowing where the bird goddess true intentions lies . The tension in the air was thick and cold as mother Miranda's eyes gazed deathly into the dark corner of the other side of the room. They all looked at her, but none daring to speak up.

" Come out child" she finally spoke up, Her response was delivered in an icy tone that forced the lords to turn their heads to where miranda was staring at. Emerging from the shadowy depths was you. Small, in their eyes tiny, fragile you. While the men chuckled, Donna and alcina were the only two who stayed quiet as you warily approached the altar.

" will there by any requests to take her?" Miranda asked, slowly moving her head to look at everyone around the room. Karl and slavatore snickered continually with eachother as Donna shared looks with alcina. Donna would definitely pick you, she needed help with her doll making but she didn't know how she'd deal with that.

She's still a bit introverted and to have company all the time for her would be truly exhausting. Alcina on the other hand was always the one to take in maids when miranda offered them up, it was a customary transaction. But she was tight on staff and didn't need new maidens — yet.

" maybe you should take her Karl, you'd make great experiments out of her" slavatore whispered audibly. They men spared you a glance before laughing again.

Children — miranda thought as she rolled her eyes. Miranda searched the room, looking between Karl and slavatore she only saw fools who'd kill you in a nick of time, Donna who'd just..... you might most likely be her master than she of you. Alcina was the perfect match, but as evil as miranda may seem she allowed alcina to choose you herself.

Miranda stared to think of what she would have to do to you if no one volunteered to own you as their own.

Alcina lifted her eyes from the ground to look at you. The fear on your face as you held your hands, shivering from either the coldness or fear it really didn't matter. You looked young but no too young that she couldn't claim you. She studied you for a moment. You looked shy and exhausted, God knows what Miranda had you doing.

Her eyes lowered at the chains around your hands and the red marks they were imprinting, how dirty your clothes were. Your shoeless feet that were filthy and bruised. You looked terrified, though that would be an understatement. Your lips quivered as your eyes met the countess soft gaze. You held it and for a moment you felt at ease, a single piece of safety even amongst the cruelest people.

" I'll take her, Miranda" all eyes snapped towards alcina's directions as they stared blankly at her. A small relieved smirk can be seen on Miranda's face but it vanishes as quickly as it appears. Alcina and Miranda's shared glance had seem to upset the men and wipe the smirk straight off their faces. But karl, karl was not having it. He immediately stands up to protest.

" but she already has a castle packed with her little play things! I need more humans for my experiment miranda you can't do this—" Karl immediately stops speaking when Miranda's eyes flashing a bright yellow as her feathered wings span open. A new found wave of shivers can be felt in the room.

" you dare to question my authority lord heisenberg?" The bird goddess steps down from her podium and onto the tiled step. He avoids her threatening gaze, knowing what has happened to others before him who lacked the knowledge and looked into her preying eyes, not aware of the destruction that came after.

" the girl belongs to alcina now, and my approval is final...... it is your tongue that will get you killed lord heisenberg, perhaps I should arrange it's removal" mother Miranda's tone was cold and sharp, she talk fiercely because she meant every word. Karl hated being talked down to, even if it was by mother miranda, but one day he will talk back. When hell freezes over.

Miranda proceeds to return to her position on the podium. She fixed her cloak and sighed silently.

You moved to Alcina's side and tried to make yourself as small as possible, like a little mouse, too afraid that if you move you'll be eaten alive.

" I called this meeting today to address—" miranda began her complains and the meeting went on for quite some time. Alcina tried her utmost best focus but the only thing she could hear was your grumbling stomach and the consistent grinding of your teeth against the flesh of your finger as you bit your nails.

Alcina grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away from your mouth. Fear loomed in your eyes but there was a swirl of reassurance that laid in hers. She intertwined her palm with yours and for some weird reason her cold skin skill provided you with a warmth you didn't know you needed.

After the meeting was over Alcina took you home to her castle. Castle Dimitrescu. You heard Manny rumors about Countess Alcina Dimitrescu and her family secrets.... but maybe she wasn't as bad as you thought or maybe she had a dark side that she wasn't willing to shed light on yet...

She kept sneaking glances at you during the ride to the castle but she did not utter a word. There was something about you, something under all this shy, scared little girl act but she couldn't quite place her hand on it. When you both arrived at the castle a young maiden approached alcina with a long back cloak.

" welcome back my lady, I hope your trip was well" you suspiciously eyed the girl, she was around the same age as you, probably the same height or more but very beautiful. A girl like her should be modeling. She didn't even acknowledge your presence but instead continued to stare at the countess, with a glimmer that was too bright to be admiration.

Another maiden approached you with a cloak and ushered you inside of the castle. With one last spared look, you turned to look back at Alcina and the young girl and they were very close, too close, and the looks they shared as Alcina couldn't keep her hands to herself. What did that girl have that you didn't? What could she do that you couldn't...

That's where your unhealthy obsession with pleasing Alcina began.

Everyday before dawn you made it your first priority to bring the lady her morning tea, which she gladly accepts with a wide grin, always making sure to commend you.

You did your job perfectly, folded the landry, grill the meat just the way she loved it, massage her shoulders after a long day, draw her a bath, wash her hair, clean her office, braid her hair before she slept, But still the countess had her favorites..... the blonde goodie two shoe pretty girl still being amongst them. So.... you had to take her out.

It wasn't like you to hurt anyone, but she was getting in your way of being the lady's top favorite maiden and it was driving you mad. Because everything you did, she did it better. And she did sense a competition and man did she play along just perfectly.

She would spitefully bump into you in the hallways and snicker about it to her minion friends or trip you when you were carrying the landry just to see you fold it all over again. And she knew what the lady hated the most was bullying but she also knew that the lady knew she wouldn't hurt a fly. But alcina also had her eyes on you, even when you weren't looking.

She thought you were weak, the way you'd allow others to treat you, she thought you also couldn't hurt a fly. But man if she only knew what you were capable of she too would watch her step.

It was time for the lady's night wine. You knocked on the door to her chambers before you eventually heard her command you to enter. As you carefully push the door open and carry the tray you hear the lady chuckle, lifting your eyes you see that same maid girl braiding the lady's hair, her hand lingering a little longer than supposed too on her neck.

A sudden overwhelming feeling if anger washed over you. Lady Alcina was yours.... only yours... she just doesn't know it yet but you'll make it know to others. The lady barely acknowledged your presence before she waved you off to leave.

Your blood boiled as rage and jealousy filled your veins. You curtsy to the lady before you left. You opened the door and slowly turned around to see the lady with her eyes still glued on you, you flashed her a warm smile and left. Though alcina saw your smile she could see right through you, but again she couldn't place her finger on it.

You waited for the maid to come out of the lady's chambers, hiding secretly between the wall and the staircase. You watched as she bit her lips and fixed her hair after she closed the door. You scoffed watching in disgust as she walked proudly towards the staircase, her eyes betraying her she didn't notice your lingering figure behind the wall.

You ran out and pushed her down the stairs quickly. Her loud scream echoed throughout the castle awakening all the maidens and alerting those who were still on shift. Her body rolled down every step with loud thuds and cracks, surely this will impact her for some time as you made your way up to the lady's top favorite maiden list.

With a final thud her body came to a halt and laid perfectly still on the carpet below, she wailed in pain as maidens rushed to attend to her. You slowly backed away from the scene as you saw the lady emerge from her room with a blank face, no emotion can be seen in the lady's eyes or evident on her face.

She just stood there looking at the scene as if she was watching a basketball game where as her favorite team wasn't making any scores. Her eyes shined a bright yellow and she turned to return to her room, and there in the corner of her eyes stood you.

You both held eachothers gaze for what felt like forever, none of you able to read eachother's eyes for any answers, but alcina could hear everyone's heart beat in the room. They were all pounding, but yours.... yours was not. She narrowed her eyes at you before closing the door behind herself.

A small smirk appeared on your face as you proceeded to return to your quarters. Holding both hands behind your back, you walked slowly towards your room.

That maid could have died at your hands tonight, but did you care?... not in the slightest. Matter of fact you could sail the seven seas and still wouldn't find a fuck to give. Alcina was yours and you hers, no one was to touch her, talk to her or even look at her in any sexual romantic way unless it was you.

Time went on and that blonde maid went back to her home country to recover but there was rumors that she wouldn't be coming back because of how crippled she was. Alcina had new maids come in and they were your next target. Stella, she was very young, and she was in control of bringing the lady tea in the evening.

You waited until Stella returned from the lady chambers the approached her. Her eyebrows quirked as she looked you up and down but she quickly flashed you a smile. You could tell she was a total fake who just wanted to steal Alcina away from you. You grabbed her shoulders and slammed her up against the wall, her eyes widening not from the sudden impact but from feeling the sharp cold knife you held to her throat.

You'd notice that she'd always carry a book along with her to read to the lady which she says " the lady admires".

that can't happen....

" unless you wanna end up like blondie, I suggest you stop throwing yourself at the lady because she doesn't want you, she wants me...." You whispered, pressing the knight even deeper into her flesh slightly drawing blood. You watched as she winched at the pain of the metal object tearing at her flesh.

" you're fucking crazy" she scoffed, but you only smirked. You released the knife from her throat and looked at cut that it gave her.

" That's gonna leave a scar..... don't stay away from the lady and I'll cause more damage than just a little scar" your tone of voice was cold and bitter you turned and walked away. You could feel the anger radiating off her but also the fear, you knew she wouldn't dear to try you...

Later than night as you were lotioning your feet there was a knock on your door. A maiden told you that the lady requested your presence, immediately. You wrapped your towel tighter around your body and wrapped your damp hair up in clawclip and made your way down the hall towards the lady's chambers. The night air was stiff and cold as it brushed upon your skin.

A feeling of adrenaline filled you as you knocked on the big iron door. You heard the lady's faint voice of permission to entry so you turned the knob and followed suit. Upon entry you were greeted with the warmth of the fireplace. You weren't aware that the lady's eyes were lingering on your exposed skin and wet hair.

She averted her eyes from your body as you walked up behind her.

" will you braid my hair for my draga?" She asked softly and you obediently nodded. You grabbed her brush from the night stand and gently began to comb her raven colored hair. Although you could feel the lady's gaze on you that didn't made you break character. You kept brushing her hair then began to braid it.

Alcina wanted to believe that you had nothing to do with the suspicious activities that has been happening around the castle but since you arrived it was like all hell bounds broke lose.

First a maid miraculously falls down a flight of stairs and is seriously injured, and with no one to bear witness it labeled as just an accident. Another maiden, Stella, suddenly has a knife scar on her neck and her excuse is that she was bitten by some bug, that bug has to be the devil himself because alcina didn't quite believe her alibi.

And then two other maids randomly gets food poisoned and has to go to the hospital for a rather long period of time. The point is all of them were the lady's favorite maidens. Alcina narrowed her eyes as she continued to go deeper into her thoughts as she studied you closer. She could recall miranda saying something about you being completely and utterly insane or obsessed of some sort.

But alcina couldn't quite see the vision miranda had planted. All she saw was a shy, innocent, loyal, well mannered maiden. She felt ashamed of herself for even thinking that you could be the reason for these maidens sudden downfalls, but maybe they just had it coming....

" my lady?" Alcina is quickly brought from the depths of her inner thoughts by your soft voice. Her golden eyes met yours in the mirror and you flash her a soft smile to which she returned.

" thank you y/n, my favorite maiden, you may go now" she said with a purr, you immediately smiled and bowed. You left the room smiling and giggling as if she had asked you to marry her — well not yet.... now that your the lady's favorite maiden, no one... absolutely no one will ever be allowed too close to her again, or else they too will face an downfall of their own.

[melolord14]

For All Eternity

Lady Dimitrescu x Female reader

Notes: I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. This is a rather sorrowful piece. While I may not be an established writer or someone whose work you are familiar with, I hope you will consider reading what I have to offer.

Masterlist

Warning: Angst

Part 2

Summary: you don’t get one! Find out if you dare!

You were finally home. After a long day at Donna's, filled with endless conversations and discussions, you were back where you belonged. You couldn't wait to see Alcina, your fiancée, the woman you had been engaged to for two blissful months. The thought of marrying the love of your life, the person you would cherish for all eternity, filled your heart with joy and anticipation.

As you walked through the familiar hallways of your home, each step bringing you closer to your bedroom, you suddenly heard what sounded like moans. A wave of confusion and disbelief washed over you. No, she wouldn't cheat on you. She couldn't.

"Please, I'm close. Keep going. Faster," you heard her voice, unmistakably Alcina's, pleading.

"Well then, I can't deny you that. You can have me instead of her if you call off the wedding," another voice replied, one you didn't recognize.

A maiden? Really? This couldn't be happening. The shock and betrayal hit you like a ton of bricks. You thought she loved you. You thought—no, you couldn't think anymore. You needed to leave, but a small part of you clung to a sliver of hope. Maybe there was an explanation. Maybe there was still hope left. But that hope was cruelly extinguished when she uttered those final words. "I'll call off the wedding.”

Your heart shattered into a million pieces. The pain was unbearable. You couldn't stay in this place that once felt like home. It was no longer a sanctuary, but a prison of heartbreak. You walked to the library, each step heavier than the last. You took off your engagement ring with trembling hands and gently placed it on the table. You pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a note for the girls. How you hated that you couldn't say goodbye face to face. You loved them dearly, you did. They were your daughters, and leaving them behind was the hardest part.

With one last look at the life you had built, you turned and left, the door closing behind you with a finality that echoed through the empty halls. The place you once called home was now just a memory, a painful reminder of a love that was never meant to be.

"I thought we had forever," you whispered to yourself, the words hanging in the air like a ghost of what could have been. "How did it come to this?"

"Goodbye, my love," you murmured, your voice breaking. "Goodbye, my daughters. I hope you understand one day."

As you entered the night, the cool breeze kissed your tear-streaked face. "This is not the end," you told yourself, trying to muster some semblance of strength. "This is just a new beginning."

But deep down, you knew that a part of you would always stay behind, in that room, with the woman you thought you knew, and the family you had to leave behind.

You ran and ran until there it was—the cliff's edge. That's all you need to do. Jump, and your life would end just like that. You stepped forward, looking down at the water below. What else could you do? You took a step, then another. You were close to the edge. Shutting your eyes, you tried to close the memories with them, hoping to lock them away forever. A tear slid down your cheek, the pain of that tear no less than the pain of living. You took that final step, and it was all over. The wind rushed through your hair, and your body fell from a great height.

You got closer and closer to the water below until suddenly, you froze in mid-air. You were surprised and confused. You looked off to the side to see her—the black goddess, Mother Miranda, staring at you with her piercing blue eyes.

"Stupid girl. Why would you jump off a cliff? Are you wishing for death?" she asked, her voice a mix of scorn and concern. "Now, why don't you go back to Alcina? I'm sure she is looking for you, little one."

Mother Miranda's words cut through the haze of your despair. She brought you gently to the ground, making you stand in front of her. You felt the solid earth beneath your feet, but the ground beneath your heart felt like quicksand.

"She doesn't care," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "She doesn't want me, Mother." Your voice cracked, and the dam holding back your emotions broke. You fell to your knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

Mother Miranda watched you, her expression unreadable. She didn't want to admit that she had a soft spot for you. Hell, she loved you like a daughter, though she wouldn't admit it. She knelt beside you, her presence a mix of stern authority and unexpected warmth.

"Listen to me," she said, her voice softer now, almost tender. "You are stronger than this. You are worth more than the love or indifference of one person. Alcina may have made mistakes, but that does not diminish your value. Stand up, little one. Face your pain, do not run from it."

Her words resonated within you, a spark of hope in the darkness. You looked up at her, tears still streaming down your face. "But what if she never wants me back? What if I'm truly alone?"

"You are never truly alone," Mother Miranda replied, her eyes softening. "As long as you have the strength to stand and the courage to face your fears, you will always find your way. And remember, you have me. I may be harsh, but I care for you more than you know."

Using her magic to take you both home, you still held onto Miranda tightly. The journey was swift, and soon you found yourself back in the familiar warmth of your home. You sat on the couch with her, feeling the comfort of her presence. You lay down on the couch, resting your head in her lap. Her fingers gently combed through your hair, a soothing gesture that calmed your racing thoughts.

Miranda's voice was soft and tender as she whispered sweet things to you. "You're safe now, my little bird," she murmured, her words wrapping around you like a warm blanket. "Mama's here. I'll always protect you."

The emotions of the day caught up with you, and you couldn't hold back the tears any longer. You cried yourself to sleep, the gentle rhythm of her voice and the caress of her fingers lulling you into a deep slumber.

"Sleep well, my little bird," she whispered as she carefully lifted you and carried you to the guest room, which she had already decided would soon be your room. She laid you down gently, tucking you in with a loving smile. "Mama's got you," she said, her voice filled with unwavering affection.

She kissed your forehead, a tender gesture of reassurance, and quietly left the room, leaving you to rest peacefully, knowing you were safe and loved.

[sobbingsapphic102]

Black Letter Day

Word count: 1155

A/N: I stole the title “Black Letter Day” from the Cardigans.

Mother Miranda x Reader

You sit on a brown roll-arm sofa and read a frustratingly descriptive book that you had been putting off for ages. It’s critically acclaimed and a “classic”, but why describe the pattern of the wallpaper for 5 pages? The fact you woke up later than usual and the weather being gloomy didn’t aid you in feeling good or energized.

You hear footsteps, creaking loudly and slowly, in your direction. You turn your head and see your father, holding an envelope. Hope fills your body, like water filling a glass, nearly overflowing. Could it be a letter from Miranda?

You left Romania to visit family at home, much to Miranda’s dismay, and have been staying with them for two weeks since. You hadn’t seen them for a few months. As a way to assuage their stress and worries, you came to visit. From the moment you had told her you were leaving, she had been cold, distant. You hoped this was a letter from her.

“Just checked the mailbox and there’s an envelope addressed to you. No return address on it though, do you want me to throw it away—“ He gets cut off by you jumping off the sofa and snatching it away from him, “—oh, okay.”

You smile sheepishly, “Sorry, but I think I know who it’s from.” You don’t waste a second ripping the envelope open. You pause, as your father is still in the room, and give him a pointed look. He exasperatedly sighs, and leaves. Without closing the door.

When you finally open the envelope, you’re met with a creased, and faintly yellowed piece of paper. Despite that, the quality is much better than the average printer paper you have. It’s thicker and textured. You run your fingers along the rough edges.

On the top right corner of the letter, is Miranda’s name, an unfamiliar address, and the date on which the letter was written. 6 days ago. You sit down before reading the scrawl, written using the black fountain pen she so loves.

To my dearest,

I have been thinking of you from the minute you left Romania. I should not have been so detached from you; I regret it deeply now. I have been waiting for a letter from you, but I now know it will not be received unless I apologize.

What have you been doing with your family? Hopefully, your time spent at home isn’t as pointless as mine here. No suitable vessels have been found. My false children are growing restless and bicker with each other relentlessly in our family meetings. Especially Heisenberg and Dimitrescu. Their arguments are migraine-inducing, to put it mildly. I know you would have enjoyed the banter. Everything else in the village is well.

Have you been reading the medical books I lent you? I expect you to have. You must understand I will not tolerate your antics and so-called “pranks” in the laboratory any longer. I need you as a competent assistant and not a distraction.

Overlooking that, your presence in the laboratory is missed. I now realize how much I have neglected you, my sweet, and when you soon arrive I will be sure to make it up to you.

I nearly forgot to ask you, how will you get back? It’s a treacherous path back here, you may want me to fetch you. Write soon.

Forever yours,

Miranda

After giggling like a schoolgirl, you realize you haven’t been reading up on the books she let you borrow and you have no idea how to get back. It was Miranda who had embraced you in her wings and mystically brought you to her home, and it was Miranda who brought you to the airport.

Also, how the hell are you meant to finish those books that weigh more than bricks on a mini vacation?!?

Ignoring the stress coiling inside of you, you re-read the parts where she wrote how she missed you and the part where she called you “my sweet”. She sounded so lovely in the letter, you thought. As much as you want to, you couldn’t make fun of Miranda. She’d never do anything this cute ever again!

You languidly walk to your desk to begin writing a letter. It’s wooden, and vintage, with large drawers on the left and right and thin drawers underneath the surface. After ransacking the room, you find an adequate piece of paper and an envelope to match. You pick up the nicest pen you have write your name along with the date on the top right corner to mirror what Miranda did, and begin the letter.

Dear Miranda,

Your apology is accepted.

My time at home has been great! I went shopping and to restaurants with my friends and family. I’m reading this boring book right now (because I’ve definitely finished reading the books you gave me). Wish you had written what Dimitrescu and Heisenberg said, it would’ve been a much more enjoyable read than whatever I’m currently reading.

I miss you lots as well. I even had a dream about you! Don’t make that dirty. We were hanging out on a playground from my elementary school. We just stayed on the swings though.

My transportation is a good point to bring up. Will you do that teleportation thing with me with your wings, from the airport? Please? (I’m 100% not saying this because I want a hug, no way.)

I’m coming back in 15 days, on a Saturday. I’ll pick a day flight because I hate sleeping in planes, I get so sick. It’ll be a long flight unfortunately, so I’ll take a plane at 8 am and be there around 6 pm. Is that alright? Pick me up then?

Lots of love,

Y/N

You skim over the letter, disregarding the contrast between your letters. Gingerly putting the paper in the envelope to avoid creases, you then seal the envelope off using a glue stick. You admire your handiwork for a brief moment. You grab the pen from earlier and write her first name and the unknown address she had provided. As you write, you remember the need for a stamp.

Back in Romania, the Duke would’ve had this covered! A jog to him would’ve gotten you the stamp and another two useless items that he’d goad you into buying.

After yelling for your dad to get you a stamp, you place it in the top right corner and give it to him.

“Seriously? You’re a grown-up now, go mail it yourself.” Your dad says.

“Please!” You plead, “I’m too tired to go, please please plea—“

“Okay fine!” He exclaims, before taking the letter from you and getting dressed to go to the post office.

“Thank you!” You call after him, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. With a shrug, you go back to your room and lay in bed, underneath a cozy blanket, eagerly anticipating a letter back.

[blood-red-ocean]

can I request Mother Miranda next? i have this silly idea where MM's crow(s) has a habit of stashing all kind of shiny things near reader's house. Maybe she has a small porch that's not been used cause reader doesn't have time lounging around, and the sneaky crow is, like, yeah, this is perfect, and so reader goes about her life non the wiser to crow's shenanigans behind her back until one day she hears some sound outside and goes to investigate which ends with her stumbling upon MM rummaging through pile of... something. Awkward silence.

I don't know why I saw reader's house and immediately went 'ah yes, they live with Miranda' but ANYWAY enjoy <3

Small Thief (RL!Miranda x Reader)

Word count: 1.9k Warnings: None Summary: Cornelius is a sneaky lil gremlin.

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“Babe? Have you seen my keys?”

Overturned couch cushions and the contents of upturned cabinet drawers laid in the wake of your frantic rummaging. The very thought of having lost a set of keys to the headmistress’s house scared you enough, but it would be even worse if you had not simply misplaced them and had dropped them somewhere on the Campus. Especially with Mia’s habit of being an absolute gremlin and showing up unexpectedly in places she wasn’t supposed to be.

“Hmm?” Miranda strode into the room, hand fiddling with the button on the other wrist of her shirt.

“My keys, babe, my keys. I need them.”

You knew what was coming immediately. You knew it so well that you could almost quote her word for word. “Now, what did I tell you about carelessly tossing your keys down, little crow?” She and you both knew that if she had spoken those words to anybody else, it would have seen as harsh chastising. But you knew her better than that, and you could easily pick up on the way her mouth quirked up at the corners. The Miranda version of a playful grin.

“Forget about your keys, darling mine,” She said, striding over to you to kiss your cheek. “I will be awake when you return, I’ll let you in.”

“Andy, you know I’ve got class till late tonight.” Miranda smiled a little more visibly at the nickname you had picked for her – Devil Wears Prada had quickly become her favourite movie to watch with you, and she didn’t hide her blush fast enough when you called her it playfully for the first time while playfully testing out different variations of her name. Mir, Mira, Andy… “Professor Dimitrescu is making us recreate a classical piece in our own style.”

“That’s… Out of character.” Miranda frowned a little. “Very well then. I’ll still let you in.”

“But—”

“I’ll be awake.” Miranda gave you a pointed look, and it hit you then. Of course she would be awake – without you around to help with the growing pile of student council paperwork, full of requests and grievances that were above even Bela’s station, she would no doubt spend considerable time poring over them, with Cornelius on her shoulder. She often turned to work when you weren’t around.

“Okay, fine,” You said. You reached up and caressed her cheek, a playful smirk growing on your face. “Just don’t drool on the papers when you fall asleep this time, okay?” This earned you a tut from Miranda.

Hours later, and back aching from spending hours at an easel, you trudged into Miranda’s – you and Miranda’s – house, dropping your bag at your feet. You leaned back against the door and groaned, rolling your shoulders slowly to relieve some of the tension. The smell of pizza wafted down the hallway and into your nostrils, stomach growling angrily. “Oh, fuck yes,” you breathed, following the scent like a cartoon character. There, on the kitchen counter, laid an open box of your favourite pizza, and a note beside it which stated, in Miranda’s elegant cursive, “I am in my office. Come find me when you have eaten, little crow.”

Pizza slice in hand, you navigated the house, making your way to her study. The door was propped slightly open, and a gentle push on it made it swing forward, revealing Miranda bent over her home desk as she pored over some paperwork.

“Pizza?” You asked, holding a piece out.

Miranda crinkled her nose a little and shook her head. “Not tonight, Feather. I don’t think I have the stomach for it right now.” She tapped her fingers on the top of the desk as she sat back, peering at you with concern. “Are you alright? You seem exhausted.”

“Because I am,” You mumbled around a mouthful of cheese, sauce and dough. “Dimitrescu made me restart my piece three times. Three times! All because I mixed the pigment slightly wrong.” Miranda kept tapping her fingers one by one, the familiar sound almost mesmerizing you – almost.

Click, click, thud, click. Click, click, thud, click.

One of her golden finger guards was missing, the soft thud of her bare finger hitting the wooden surface jarring against the clicking you were used to. “Hey,” You spoke up, frowning. “Where’s your guard?”

Miranda shifted uncomfortably, hesitating. “I have no idea,” She eventually admitted. “I removed all of them earlier to take a bath, and when I turned back, one was missing.”

“Ah, so the great Miranda doesn’t have eyes in the back of her head after all.” Miranda shot you a playful glare, affection vaguely hidden beneath. “I’m sure it’ll show up somewhere.”

“It is rather… Concerning, that things keep going missing around here. I’m not usually this… Disorganized.”

“You aren’t disorganized at all,” You reassured her, licking the grease from your fingers. “Maybe we have a ghost.”

Miranda rolled her eyes lightheartedly at that, returning to her work. You grabbed your books and papers, settling in on the couch opposite her desk to study. Yeah, you were exhausted, but you still had other classes to study for, and not even being romantically bound to the headmistress would give you endless exceptions when it came to your studies.

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Weeks passed, hours and hours of late classes beginning to make you feel burned out. You spent the days counting down to when it was finally done and you could spend your time with Miranda again – and quicker than you thought, it was over. You left Professor Dimitrescu’s class with a heavy wooden frame in hand, a begrudging A+ grade, and a sense of smug accomplishment. You couldn’t wait to get home and tell Miranda all about how Alcina had squirmed, heaving sighs and muttering as she scribbled an A+ onto the piece of paper before her.

Upon arriving at home, however, Miranda was nowhere to be found. Propping the frame up against the wall, you dug your phone from your pocket and checked it – no texts, no missed calls. Venturing deeper into the house, you peered into Miranda’s study to see it empty and dark. Brow furrowed, you ventured even further into the house. It was unlike Miranda to not tell you where she was – or rather, command that you go and be at her side.

“Andy?” You called out. You peered into darkened rooms, intrigue growing as you saw parts of the house you hadn’t seen before. Between the rush of moving you in with her, and exam season, and Alcina’s late classes, you had barely had time to spend sitting quietly with your avian goddess, let alone explore the depths of the house.

Just as you were about to give up and try and call Miranda, a crashing sound came from the very back of the house. Pulse rushing in your ears, you immediately jumped to alertness, searching for something to wield as a makeshift weapon. Eventually settling on a discarded iron poker, you held it aloft as you took slow steps towards the crashing sounds. You eventually came upon a glass door, a faint glow emanating from behind it. With one hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath and threw the door open, roaring.

“RAAAAAAARGH—Andy??”

Once the frantic flurrying of wings and dark feathers and Miranda’s cursing had died down, you could get a proper look at the small room you had entered. It was covered in screens rather than windows, and it took you a moment to realise it was a porch.

A porch filled with heaping miles of miscellanea, remarkably less organized than the rest of the house. Miranda stood in the midst of it all, her face flushed and scowling… At Cornelius. Eyebrows raised, you glanced between the two of them, taking a step back. Cornelius let out a rather loud, indignant caw, wings lifted at Miranda.

“You! She hissed, pointing her finger accusingly. “I knew it!”

A glint in the corner of your vision caught your eye, and at a single glance you heaved with relief.

“My keys,” You breathed. “Thank the gods—” You reached out to pick them up, and the fluttering of wings signaled Cornelius’s arrival. He stood with one foot on them, staring up at you with one burning yellow eye. It hit you then that this wasn’t some secret that Miranda kept, some uncharacteristic habit – no, Cornelius had been periodically stealing more and more items over the weeks, stashing him where he thought nobody would find them. You reached out again to try and take the keys, but he just cawed softly at you, clicking his beak.

“Hey, what—”

“You have to give him something else,” Miranda grumbled, sifting through the heaps of shiny objects. “I learned that the hard way.” She tapped her earlobe, and you noticed that one of her dangly gold earrings was missing, no doubt wherever Cornelius had stashed it again. On her finger was the golden finger guard, back where it belonged.

“Well, I don’t have anything shiny,” You spoke to the small thief. “But… You want my A+?” You held out the piece of paper with the grade and Alcina’s comments on it, and Cornelius studied it for a moment. With a quick chirp, he grabbed it from your hand and flew off to the back corner of the porch, no doubt to stash it somewhere safe. Miranda watched him with her mouth agape and threw her hands up in exasperation, calling after him, “Seriously? I feed you! I raised you from a baby! And they can give you paper?” Miranda took a breath as if to continue, then stopped, turning to you with raised eyebrows. “Did you say A+?”

Grinning, you nodded quickly. “Yep! Can we get pizza to celebrate?”

“Again, Feather? Aren’t you tired of it yet? I could order you something much nicer—”

“Nope, pizza,” You called out, moving back into the hallway of the house. Miranda followed you, pride in her eyes.

“Very well, then,” She sighed in mock exasperation. “But first, show me your work.”

There was a skip in your step as you led Miranda by the hand back to the entryway, where you had placed the painting. You held it up to her and watched as her eyes conveyed her emotions – surprise, awe, pride and then, as she gazed back up at you, love. “It’s beautiful,” She murmured. “We must display it at once.”

You followed her as she went to the kitchen, opening a cabinet and pulling out a small golden hook, and a nail. She hummed as she roamed the house, trying to figure out where the hang your artwork, and you blushed about it. Eventually, she settled for hanging it above her desk in her study, this simple gesture making your heart skip a beat, reminding you again her how she loved and prioritized you. She reached up, preparing to nail the hook into the wall, when a dark blur rushed by and left her hands empty. She growled a little under her breath and chased after it, leaving you in fits of giggling as she went.

“Cornelius! Get back here with that!”

To nobody’s surprise (but to Miranda’s chagrin), it only took the promise of some head scratches from you to get the hook back from the small thief. You could’ve sworn he gave an approving caw at the sight of your painting, as well.

[wintersangelic]

If I Loved You Less - A Cassandra Dimitrescu Angst Fic

"Cassandra should've known that a Dimitrescu falling in love with a human would never end well. Alcina learned that lesson the hard way."

Chapter: 1/5 ♡ Word Count: 3.6K ♡ Rating: T ♡ AO3 Link

[yelenablshop]

Yooo everyone!!! If you want a really cute Miranda fic with a interesting and unique story (plus the reader is so real lmao 💀) definitely go check out

She's a Murder-er.

By OG_Coffeestains

on ao3!!!

@macnbriee mvp for recommending it to me

[eletricheart]

All's well when it ends up with you

(Mother Miranda x Reader)

*pic creds to owner, got it from pinterest

Word count: 1061

I thought of the song Margaret by Lana Del Rey feat Bleachers and then i just found out it's Valentine's Day somewhere in the world so yh

When you know, you know

ps: fluff🥰

ps2: song at the end

ps3: not proofread pls lmk any mistakes

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The first time you saw each other was at a Conference in Switzerland, you thought she was the smartest person in the room.

The second time was only a few months later during an University presentation in London, you went only to accompany your friend. She noticed.

The third time she went after you, she didn't know why she was so interested in you, maybe you’d make a good experiment. Therefore, she “ran” into you at your daily coffee run.

The scientist was quick to stop you on the street. “Hi, I’m sorry you’re just so familiar. Have we met?”

You stared at her wide eyed, recognizing her from the conferences. “Hi! I-yes. I saw you at the lecture in London. Though, I don't think we talked.”

She gave you a smile and nodded. “I’m Miranda.” The woman said, offering her hand.

You were quick to introduce yourself and shake her hand.

It started slow, Miranda would bump into you in the street until you knew each other enough to exchange numbers. If questioned she would say it was to make the experiment easier, that it was necessary to fully know you for research.

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For the first time in decades the scientist was nervous to talk to someone. You were sharing a glass of wine on your balcony, sitting in comfortable silence.

Miranda was playing with her rings, lost in thought of your possible reactions to her proposal.

You were quick to notice, turning your head to look at her and holding her hand to stop her fidgeting. You gave her a gentle smile. “What’s on your mind?”

She took a deep breath. “What do you think about moving to Romania with me?”

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You were sitting in your living room trying to process everything the now priestess explained to you regarding the village.

Miranda was in front of you, watching the gears turn in your head. She tried to reason with herself that if you rejected she could always force you to go, but it wouldn't be the same, you wouldn’t be the same.

The scientist was surprised when all you did was nod and say “wild”.

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Miranda realized she was in love with you a few days after arriving. She was watching you lazily set up your room, you’d stop everytime you found something interesting to either dress it or tell it’s entire story.

You were wearing a cowboy hat while telling the exact concert you bought it for.

You noticed her staring at you with a small smile. Momentarily stopping the story. “You okay?”

Miranda furrowed her brows and nodded. “Yeah, I’m great.”

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You noticed you were falling for the priestess way earlier than her. It was around the second time she hung out at your place, the woman insisted on cooking for you, so you sat on the counter watching her master your kitchen.

You would try to crack some jokes and she would look at you in disapproval.

You were laughing at your latest one while she stared in confusion. “Come on, you gotta admit this one was funny.”

The priestess slowly shook her head. “You’re insane.”

You smiled widely. “Clinically proven, baby, nothing new.”

She rolled her eyes with an almost unnoticeable smile.

But it was enough for you to notice so you spend the rest of the night trying to make her smile again.

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It was not only your first year at the Village but also Valentine’s day. The townsfolk had already decorated when you were walking by to buy some groceries. You weren't sure how Miranda felt about the day, but you couldn't resist buying a few flowers.

And that's how you ended up behind her at the lab holding a small vase with a red tulip. You gently touched her shoulder after hiding the flowers behind your back. “Heyy, the town seems very passionate about Valentine’s day. Did you know that?”

Miranda turned to look at you and tilted her head. “I don’t really…care…about what they do.”

You chuckled. “Well…I got you a flower, in a vase, because it’d feel like a murderer if it was in a bouquet.”

Your hands trembled slightly when presenting the tulip to Miranda.

She carefully took it from your hands and nodded, awkwardly looking at you.

You felt like your heart was about to explode with how fast it was beating. “So, I-um-I’m gonna go, bye.” You said before almost sprinting out of the room.

Miranda was confused, extremely confused. Maybe you got the wrong flowers, maybe you didn't mean “love” and it was all a silly mistake.

You couldn't love her, not after all she's done, after all you've seen. Why would you feel even the slightest affection for her.

The more she stared at the flower the more she’d want you to love like her. She regretted not saying anything, what if you thought she didn't care for you.

So she did what she does best, she researched all she could on Valentine’s day, it was mostly useless but knowledge nonetheless.

Once she deemed her findings worth it, she went after you with a stack of papers and the flower.

You were reading in your room when she got inside looking like a woman on a mission. You confusingly stared at her when she sat in front of you. You were about to speak when she cut you off.

“The flower means love and according to my research you’re supposed to gift flowers or chocolate to your partner on this date. Those are facts.” She looked at you for confirmation.

You nodded and started to nervously pick on your nails. “You-you don’t have to feel it back, really, we don't even need to talk about it.” You said, with an equally nervous laugh.

Miranda nodded with a serious face and got out of the room a few moments, later returning with a flower made of silverware.

She presented it to you. “It’s shiny and a flower.” The priestess took a deep breath before speaking again. “I don't like to admit when I don't know something. But I don't know how this works or why you like me. Although I am absolutely sure this isn't going to end well. So…think before you accept this.”

You smiled, quickly accepting her flower. “I’m willing to try for you.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Good.”

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[vermont-writes-fanfic]

Her Special Maid

Prologue Chapter~

Request:No

Chapter: Prologue

Warning: An unnecessarily indepth description of how to make bread the medieval way, not much else

Characters:Alcina Dimitrescu

A/N:I plan on making this into a series, I’m not to sure how it will go but fuck it, I have it taking place about a full year before anything with Ethan even begins to enter the question though so that’s why there will be little to no mention of him

A/N 2: This is a prologue so bare with it please!

Directory: Prologue (you are here), Chapter 1

You’re life in the village is by no means a hard one, Mother Miranda had blessed the village well and you and your family are devout to her and the four lords she appointed to help sustain the village. As a child, you had often wondered about the large castle that stood strong and resolute beyond the village, even more so about those who lived in it. You had read the tales of princesses and royalty living in buildings like this, however no one would answer you when you asked about it, they would just steer you away from it with weary looks cast towards the grandiose building.

As you grew older, you grew bolder and wandered closer to it, as if testing the castle to tell what secrets it held that kept everyone so on edge. Any time you could, you would sneak away from your duties in the house to venture further and further out, and that was when you met your first Lycan up close and personal. You had fled home unharmed but severely afraid. After that, the castle interested you much less.

It wasn’t until you fell ill with an affliction that no doctor could cure, that you first got a glimpse of what truly took home in the castle. You had been laying in bed running a fever and in and out of a stupor, when the sound of a carriage could be heard passing by. Your mother roused you from bed and forced you to stand beside your father as two carriages passed by. The windows to the carriage were heavily curtained but a pale white hand had reached out from behind them and you swore you saw golden eyes staring right back at you, but your father pressed your head down nearly taking your sick body to the ground.

After this, your curiosity had once again been piqued by the strange castle. If only to keep you from going closer to the castle, your mother told you it was where one of the four lords of the village lived, and that she had a penchant for taking young girls. You assumed this was true for the lost part, the last bit seeming more like something you tell to a child instead of a teen, however you were satisfied with they answer gave. As the years flew and your mother grew weak, you had to focus on taking over the small bakery your family ran. You learned the tricks of the trade out of a large recipe book that had been passed down from generation to generation filled and crammed with different kind of recipes, the alterations made, the exact rations, and everything else anyone aspiring to take of the business would need to know.

One morning,while you are trudging through the snow, you find a small box with a simple lock keeping it closed. Not wanting the snow to damage it or someone else to take it, also being curious yourself as to what is in it, you take it.You continue on your way back to the bakery and set it in your room in a raggedy but clean towel to dry so the wood doesn’t become soggy and damage the inner contents of the box. Now that you’ve set it down it’s clear to you that this is no ordinary jewllery box or otherwise. It’s ornatley decoratated and has a crest you’ve never seen before. Silver pegs at the bottom in each corner of the base stand the box up and pop against the deep dark slightly red of the wood. The wood it;s self is nicely glossed and clearly well cared for, however the dust in places that had not been disturbed by the snow and cloth shows that it’s old. You take a small handkerchief and wipe away the dust before inspecting it further.Silver vines with leaves trail up the lock which is split in two pieces to allow the box to open.Rumaging through a couple of drawers you finally find a old bobby pin your mother used to pin up your hair when you were a child, upon finding you slide it in and jiggle it around finding the right spot until you hear the click. As you open it, the gleam of the candle light reflecting off of what must be a pure silver locket slightly blinds you. It’s heavy in your hand and the locket it’s self is even heavier than the chain. Curiosity gets the better of you once more, and you snap the locket open. Inside is a worn picture of a beautiful woman with perfectly curled black hair, dark lipstick, and a gorgeous white dress, beneath and on either side of her are younger ladies who must be the womans daughters. None of them aside for the girl with the lightly brighter hair had a smile on her face, even then it was barely there. Feeling guilty for taking something with a clear sentimental value, you shut it and replace it in the box as it was, before shutting the box which automatically locks with a click.

You set it in a special drawer of your dresser, and head out tying up your hair to begin baking for the day, after all you were already behind on the bread that needed to be baked and if you didn’t have enough for the day you’de have to make more mid-way through which is no small feat. The day is relatively uneventful as you go about your daily routine, you take the flower you had bought from Mr.Bruner the week before and add water and bear to it along with a little yeast and begin to knead it.After thirty minutes you let it set working on several more large batches before shaping it into loaves of bread. You set out a stone slab over the fire and set several loaves down waiting for them to cook. This process is repeated from the point the sun is peeking up from the horizon, to the time it is placed a quarter of the way in the sky. The smell of fresh if slightly stale bread floods the house as well as the noses of passersby in the village. It isn’t as if you have much competition in such a small village, your family is the only bakery in it after all. With the bread done and baked, your younger brother takes to selling and keeping an eye on the front as you head back into your room to stare at the box. What if you were accused of stealing it from someone in the village? Who do you know would even have money enough to have something like this made? A thought passes your mind and you, for a moment, contemplate it before making the decision to see the merchant everyone had been to, aside from yourself. Running a bakery with a sick mother is stressful enough as it is so you never had time for anything not already planned out.

You have a bit of free time now, and he was on a path you liked to walk when you weren’t so weary of the Castle and haven't had the time to walk until now. You slide on your thicker boots and a cloak before leaving the back door and walking down the dirt path along the tree line. Here, most of the people in the village couldn’t see behind the line of houses and question where you are going. It was better this way, no one in the village has anything even remotely close to this value and the picture would give away that it doesn’t belong to you. A caravan comes into view near the front of the castles at the corner where the two dirt roads meet. As you stop in front of it, the doors swing open and a large man kicks his bare feet out pushing himself into a sitting position.

“Well hello there! I trust you are the baker's daughter, what brings you so close to the castle? Is it me, perchance?” The Duke greets you, though you are easily distracted by the trinkets on either door he had opened as the clink.

“Miss?” He calls out to you again an amused smile on his face as you look at his wares with blatant curiosity and wonder. Hearing this, you snap your eyes up at him and shake yourself out for the distracted daze you were in.

“My apologies, yes I’m here for you. I found this box,” you pause and take the box from its cloth confines, “have you seen anything like it?”

Immediately his interest is piqued and he scoots forward leaning down to gently take it from your hands and inspect it further. His eyes widen and his lips curl into a grin as he sets it back down.

“Oh no, I’ve never seen something like this…but I do know who it belongs to,” When he says this your eyes lift back to him from the box where they once were. He leans back into his seat before rocking forward to peek around the doors of his home, an arm pointing to the castle before the two of you.

“The Lady Dimitrescu, that box most certainly belongs to her.I’ve only seen products from her castle use such ornate silver designs. And the crest, is hers.”

Hearing this, you turn to look at th castle, what you thought was fantastical and large from afar, is imposing and intimidating now as it looms over you. This would be a place wear one of Mother Miranda’s appointed lords would stay. Could you maybe leave it at the doorstep, or give it to him and have it returned to her that way? The thought of entering the large castle had once entertained and excited you but now it fills you with dread. What if she thought you stole it? Your mother had told you that young ladies went missing to the castle many times , and that your best friend was suspected to have been taken there as well.

“Do you plan to give it to her yourself?” The Duke questions, a brow raised, that amused smile never quite leaving his face as he watches you.

“Y-yes, it’s only right it’s returned to her…” Even as you say it, your legs seem to dread the thought of moving closer. The Lord were made to protect the village, surely one wouldn’t harm you…right?

You shake your fear from you, your father had always told you that being a coward even as a woman would lead you nowhere in life. You turn to the Duke and thank him for his help, before walking on shaking legs towards the door of the castle. Underneath the terror and anxiety, your beating heart quickens for another reason, your strides quicken and you bite you lip to hold back the excited smile that twitches at your lips. Even through the fear, you might be able to enter a castle. A real life castle, and one that you had always hoped to enter. Mother had always warned that your childish curiosities would get you hurt, and you pray to Miranda that she is wrong. In no time at all, your eager legs have carried you through the snow to the door of the castle, and you give a timid if excited knock. After a few moments, your apprehension grips you, and you think to leave it at the door. Just as you turn around, the massive doors open and the warmth of the inside beckons you. Against your better judgment, you walk through the large doors which quickly shut behind you.

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Playing dangerous - Mother Miranda/reader

Warning for explicit content.

Chapter 10: First date

Summary:

Definitely NOT the worst date they could have.

Eveline sits calmly at the edge of her mother's bed , swiftly kicking her legs forward, as she hums a long forgotten melody while hoping that her mother would come out of the bathroom already. The girl has grown incredible bored, waiting for Miranda to finally get ready with her peaky clothing style. Such an act  can be a bit exhausting for her short spawn of interest, but she manages to be patient. She's on a mission after all. 

It took Miranda almost an hour to cut the question of what exactly she wants to wear for her special date with you to exactly two decisions. Then Eveline almost gave up when she spent the next twenty minutes in wondering which of the two almost identical dresses to put on. At least her variety of shoes wasn't too great, as the woman is mainly keen on heels. It's not like she goes outside often anyhow. 

Going through her four different jewelry boxes ,  though , was the hardest battle Eveline had to participate in. Because in that  Miranda is really fond of. The way the little girl's eye was twitching in annoyance every time her mother asked her if she liked how a certain necklace or a bracelet looked on her could be seen from miles away. It took her a lot of self control not to excuse herself out her the room and leave at the very second. 

Now , however, her struggles seem to come to an end. As the bathroom door finally swings open and Miranda walks out with her hair and makeup done , which is a relief for Eveline. The last two steps in Miranda's getting routine are finally done. 

Per usual her golden hair , which shines even more brightly now that is freshly dyed, is slicked back, leaving only a few thin strands of honey coloured strings to wander over her face. Her smokey eyeshadow has a hint of red to it , nothing too much as she likes to keep it simple, but yet dark. The same goes for her mascara, nothing too heavy or clumped. The black , slightly winged eyeliner she's wearing gives a nice touch of sharpness to her makeup , and her face in general, as if she doesn't look mean enough already. Her lips are definitely more simply organised, but the light colour of a red lipstick is still present. 

"You look beautiful, mother" - Eveline has always adored her mother's beauty. And not once has she caught herself wishing she can grow out to look like her more. 

"So do you, sweetheart" - the girl smiles as her mother places a soft, loving kiss on her forehead. Miranda likes compliments, however instead of being thankful for them she often returns the flavour by praising the person who decided to compliment her as well. It's an old habit of hers that stayed over the years. 

Miranda looks at her reflection in the mirror and her lips curl up in a smile, pleased with the chosen outfit. The dress she's wearing is floor lengthed, made of a rich, dark, green fabric, the skirt loose with a high slit on the side. She lifts her arms to observe the long sleeves that fall past the wrist, and breaths in, her eyes locked in the slightly deeper  neckline her current dress has, unlike her others. The fabric is thin and flowy, almost like silk, but it’s much darker in color. It’s elegant, and perfect for a fancy event. She finds herself hoping it will fit your liking. 

The tall woman takes a few steps to her large wardrobe and begins to search through her clothes for maybe the  hundredth time this evening. The black haired girl knows her mother is keen on fashion, yet she can't help but wonder how does she never get tired of looking at all those fabrics, trying to find the tiniest difference in between them.

"Which coat should i get, Evie?" - the girl rolls her eyes at yet another question about what she prefers. At least this time she's lucky, because her options do have their differences. In her right head Miranda holds a long , dark leather coat while in her left she presents to the girl a shorter one , with a bit more fur to it. 

"Why?" - Eveline crosses her legs on the bed , tilting her head in Miranda's direction, lost in wonder of why is her mother suddenly deciding to wear coats when she usually doesn't - "You don't get cold." 

"But she does, sweetheart." - one of the two outer garments lands with a tug on the bed covers close to Eveline, with a little bit of closer observation the girl finds the leather coat positioned next to her - "And i don't want to be rude." 

A mere excuse Miranda uses to hide her affection. It forces a smile out of Eveline. 

"I'm not sure i like this necklace enough..." - the girl's smile drops down in disappointment and she grimaces when her mother removes the golden chain from around her neck and walks to her vanity, where a pile of rejected jewelry stays untouched - "Maybe i should try another one." 

Eveline won't allow herself to go through that again. She's quick to jump off the bed ans speedily marsh to the closed door. Miranda looks distressed with her daughter leaving her. 

"You go ahead and do that, mom" - Eveline waves her hand in the air , already with one leg out of the room , back now completely turned to the woman inside - "I'm going to let her know you're ready." 

Miranda isn't mad at Eveline for disappearing. In fact, she can't help the big smile that appears on her face as the girl exits her chamber. She has always called her 'mother' , but never 'mom'. She feels unfamiliar warmth inside her chest, knowing that the awful distance between them is slowly but surely melting away. 

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You swiftly open your door the moment you hear the double knocking on the wooden surface from the outside. And you smile. Eveline's eyes sparkle in excitement as you allow her to come in. 

"So?" - you urge her to give you information while you make sure noone with noisy ears is hiding in the corridor. Then you close the door and turn to the girl in front of you that is practically jumping in need to talk to you. 

"Green." - she burps out , then as she sees you getting confused she clears her throat and tries again, arms crossed in a series manner - "She'll be wearing a green dress. Very classy. Oh, and a lot of jewelry." 

Eveline shakes at the memory of having to share her opinion on which earrings match more with her mother's dress , despite them being almost identical in the girl's eyes. 

You nod your head , heading to your wardrobe, in hope you can try to find something in the same colour palette. You've made a deal with Eveline last night, you convinced her to spy on Miranda, then run to you and share in details what the woman is planning to wear. So you can choose something similar and both of you can so unexpectedly match. In reality you just really, really  want this date to be perfect. 

Your fingertips brush against several different to the touch fabrics  before your eyes spot a darkish colour, wandering at the back of your drawer. You manage to grab it and you observe it closely. A dark green, sleeveless vest. 

"How about this?" - you turn around in order to show it to Eveline. 

"Oh, that's the same shade !" - she exclaims happily. And suddenly your confidence about how the date will go grows up, you can even bet it's going to be an amazing night. 

"I think i can style it with those..." - you pull out a pair of milky, white coloured,  fair pants along with nicely thick, dark belt. You place the two pieces of clothing together in front of your body , tilting your head towards Eveline - "What do you think?" 

"Try it on!" - she urges you, already pushing you to your bathroom door , making both of you to giggle. 

A few minutes later you come out with your freshly new outfit. To be honest you like how the colours go with eachother, the pants have always been one of your favourites , meanwhile the vest hugs your chest perfectly. You hope you look good enough for Miranda's taste. 

"Well?" - you shove your hands in your pockets. 

"Very pretty." - she gives you an encouraging smile which you return - "I'm sure mother will love you." 

"Yeah, I'm counting on that." - you grin , turning around to face the mirror. You do look good. You've decided not to go too big with hairstyle or makeup since you don't want to overdo it and force a bad impression of yourself in Miranda's mind. You don't want to make it look like you crave her praise and approval. Even though you're ready to have an inner battle with yourself if you actually do or don't - "Alright, i think I'm ready. Just let me grab a jacket real quick and-" 

"No jackets." - her voice comes out so harsh, yet unlikely for her panicked, it almost makes you shiver. But it definitely catches you off guard. 

"What?" - you furrow your eyebrows in confusion - "Why?" 

"It's going to be warm , no need for that." - she begins to explain, moving her hands nervously around as she talks - "Besides you won't go anywhere else rather the car , the restaurant and then back in the car , right?" 

"You have a point" - you agree with her , retreating your right hand that was just about to pull out a long jacket from your wardrobe. You give the mirror one last look before grabbing your purse and heading out of your room with Eveline. Downstairs, where Miranda awaits you. 

You stroke the base of your throat, already feeling nervous. A tug on your arm makes you stop and you look down at the little girl who lowers her voice to a whispering tone as she opens her mouth to speak. 

"Mother is not very good...at dating." - a pause follows with a concerned expression - "Well at romance, in general. But please, make sure to treat her right." 

Eveline quickly gets assured you will. Because that's your only goal for tonight. To show Miranda that you can and will treat her right. 

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You can feel a rapidly burning sensation, starting from the tip of your ears and ending somewhere in the middle of your face , lost in starting sparks of a wild fire. It's not embarrassment, or shyness. It's a different feeling, unique type of admiration that fills  your chest, making it tight and vulnerable, as the air in the room is simply not enough. It's Miranda. 

She stands like a living statue, only good for worshipping. Your knees are eager to kiss the floor in front of her in order to give your hands the freedom to show her your devotion, perhaps your mouth will help as well. The exited look in her pupils hints she might order you to do exactly that. 

"How thrilling..." - the sound of her voice has always been a pleasant melody for your ears - melancholic, sweet, calm. And relentlessly rough when it needs to be. Miranda takes a step closer to you, moving away from the main entrance of the mansion and the little blonde girl with honey coloured hair that give you a sharp look. 

She observes you closely. Your clothes, your bare hands , devoid of fancy jewelry unlike hers , your legs, your chest, face...her eyes linger everywhere , boldly narrowing their focus in the parts of you Miranda finds the most alluring. Perhaps if you weren't so busy trying to ignore her staring,  you would have seen her tongue wandering over her lips. 

"We match." - you feel a tug on the edge of the green vest, the woman cunningly covers her gesture with the convincing lie that she wishes to fix your top a little bit, though both of you ignore how her fingers slip underneath the fabric , tender fingertips brushing against your abdomen - "What a lovely coincidence." 

"You look stunning, Miranda." - not being sure in what exactly to answer her , you decide to play safe and go for a compliment. There's nothing wrong with that , but your mistake is that you whisper it to her for some reason. Maybe too afraid her daughter will judge you. 

"Your timidness is adorable." - you like the way her lips spill in a curved smile , for the first time you feel unbothered by her mocking voice, yet something inside your stomach shifts in a tingling manner when she also leans to whisper, as if her words are sinful- "You're adorable, darling." 

The urge to pin her to the nearest wall and kiss her until she's breathless might happen to be greater than your will to take her on a nice date , in hope to learn more about her. You only thank the two girls that stare at you, in slight disgust, which prevent you from doing that. Eveline clears her throat, caughting both yours and Miranda's attention. 

"Me and Eva were discussing..." - she starts, arms folded in front of her chest. 

"Not this again-". - the blonde woman's eyes roll backwards in annoyance. 

"We both think we're old enough to be left home alone." - she continues to explain, meanwhile Eva nods her head encouragingly towards her mother - "You can trust us for a few hours, it's going to be okay." 

"We'll be safe , mommy" - the younger sister joins in the conversation - "I promise." 

"I'm not leaving you alone." - Miranda is determined to end this conversation rather harsh and quickly than having to explain to her daughters how she's insanely afraid someone will harm them while she's away , despite their home being kilometres away from the nearest person alive - "Alcina and her daughters are already waiting for you anyway, you don't want to disappoint them now , do you sweethearts?" 

Eveline wrinkles her nose , a completely different reaction from her sisters , which smiles from ear to ear, clearly eager to return to the said place. 

"I love going to the castle!" - she makes her liking to the old looking structure very visible - "And Alcina is so nice. She even lets us drink from her wine." 

"She does what now?" - you always admire Miranda's protective nature that awaken inside her over her daughters , even when it's unnecessarily needed, like currently. However, you're not exactly in the mood for another lecture of hers , about how alcohol is bad for them , as they are still children. 

Your fingers tug on her elbow, forcing Miranda to shift her attention back to you. You look at her from beneath your eyelashes, silently begging her to not start a scene. She furrows her eyebrows. You dig your fingertips into the green fabric of her sleeve, making sure she can feel the pressure on her skin from underneath. And you purse your lips, as she gives you another warning glare. 

She sighs in in a relenting manner after a few moments of a silent battle between the two of you. And you grin , counting the way she walks past her daughters ,ignoring them, as a win. She's hard to convince, yet for you she melts easily.

"In the car. Now." - it is a command for both the girls and you, included. Noone dares to argue with the lady of the house and the three of you follow behind her like lost puppies through the double doors, making sure to sit patiently in the car while she locks the main entrance. 

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The road trip to Alcina's castle seems a little bit shorter than you last remember it. It's either a different path you're taking or Miranda just drives more fiercely than you do. The fact that she's in a hurry to drop off her children and take you to the booked restaurant gives you hope that she's just as eager as you are for tonight's date. 

You enjoy the short conversation you manage to keep up with the girls from the backseat. They explain in details what they have planned for their current sleepover, turns out their ideas are quite interesting, you find yourself hyped to maybe spend more time within the strange castle and get to know the  residents. 

Miranda also tries to join in your little talks , however her attention is more focused on the road , as she's a careful driver. You can't help but notice she looks rather distressed, but you suppress the desire to extend a hand and hold  her leg, that has been shaking in anxiety almost the whole drive through. Is she nervous for the date or is she just mad about earlier? You find it difficult to decide. 

The trip to the restaurant, after she successfully delivered her children in Alcina's caring hands , is dead silent. In fact, so devoid of any sounds at all that you struggle to keep your eyes on the road in front of you. Instead you stare down at your lap , where you nervously play with your fingers , lost in thoughts of what exactly can you think of in order to  bring Miranda's mood back up. 

You don't even realise that it's been a few minutes now that the car hasn't moved , or that you're currently in an almost empty parking lot. The only thing  bringing you back to reality is the feeling of two eyes staring right at your soul and then a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

"Darling?" - you can't help the way your chest warms up when she calls for you, the hand on your shoulder brushes to the side , past your collerbone and ends up on your cheek, you lean into her touch - "Do you wish  to go back home?" 

It's only now that you acknowledge the fancy building in front of you, the shining title of the restaurant illuminating on the car's dark windows. You've already came this far , no need to go back to the lonely mansion. 

"No, I-" - you stop, because you're almost certain it's Miranda who is devoid of the desire to spend her evening in that place , judging by the expression on her face - "Do you?" 

She gifts you a smile, as she leans closer. Your lips are begging for hers , for her sweet lipstick on them , for a loving kiss. She doesn't do it. You feel disappointed when she just shoves you aside and you hear a click. Your car door opens. Miranda is tall enough to be able to stretch between her seat and your door with ease. Then she unbuckles  your seatbelt for you. 

You don't need any further invite, nor does she give it to you. You both walk silently into the restaurant, with the only difference that she takes the decision to take your hand in hers. And you make sure to tangle your fingers together. 

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"You're quiet , Miranda." - you voice out , looking at the woman across from you. The table between you and her is large , too large for your personal taste. You truly wish to be closer to her. No distance, however, can hide her motionless expression. You would say she's bored , if you didn't know better - "What's the matter?" 

"I'm feeling fine." - she assures you, dragging the bottom of her wine glass on the table, gently shaking it - forcing the red liquid to stir. She hums. - "My mind seems to be wandering somewhere else, that's all." 

You put your fork down. And you frown. You desire all of her attention focused on you. You stare at her side of the table. Empty. With only a half full glass of wine. 

"Order something." - you suggest, letting your eyes to wander around the different tables, in search for the waiter. Poor young boy , so terrified of Miranda, just for getting her the wrong sort of wine. - "Perhaps the food will help you?" 

"I'm not hungry, darling." - your lips almost instantly part to argue, yet you hesitate. The woman is unreal. She's in luck you're into her. And you can't stay mad for long at someone you like. 

"Look , if you're not keen on the menu they have here." - you tap on the surface of the table, making her head tilt towards you. - "We can always go to another restaurant and-" 

"I love this restaurant." - she declares, blinking slowly. Your eye twitches in annoyance. 

"Then why are you not eating anything?" - you feel uncomfortable being the only one to have a nicely decorated plate in front of you. The food is delicious, you don't understand why Miranda decided to have nothing of it. - "Why are you so-" 

Cold. Distant. Afraid even. It's clear to everyone that Miranda is slightly distressed sitting in this restaurant, on the large table with carefully detailed chairs. With you. She can't even look you in the eyes , let alone try to form a conversation. 

"A believe I've made a mistake." - she lifts her head , dark blue eyes glaring at you fiercely from beneath her eyelashes. She bites her lower lip. The expression on her face is an unfamiliar portrait of vulnerability. 

"What kind of mistake?" - her hand moves upwards and she wraps it around the base of her throat. You've noticed that is something she does when she struggles to find her words. 

"I do fancy this restaurant, i do..." - she looks to the side. Your table happens to be in one of the distance corners, yet still next to a large set of windows. Individual, cozy, calm. A perfect place for Miranda's nature. - "But i have forgotten how much sadness it brings me." 

Sadness. Is Miranda even capable of dealing with such an emotion? She drops her head down in between her palms. Gods , she looks miserable. You resist the strong urge to just wrap your hands around her and drag her back in the protection of her home. 

"I often visited this place before." - a pause - "With her." - there's no need for names to be summoned. You both know exactly who is Miranda talking about. Though your chest tightness at the thought of the blonde woman using you as replacement, now that her Mia is gone. - "I'm sorry, I should have chosen another restaurant, darling , I just-" 

"It's okay , Miranda." - you both breathe in and out, in attempt to calm the unwanted flames of emotions that began to build in. Part of you understands why she decided to bring you here. It's a natural place for her to be. And perhaps she thought she can get over her part issues if she faces the problem directly. She couldn't. 

She apologises again. You follow the uncalculated movements of her fingers down to her left hand , where she begins to fidget with her ring , one of many. But you recognise it as the precious silver circle that hugs her finger all day , every day. And then you manage to connect the dots. How much Mia had to hurt her to make Miranda be inseparable with a simple piece of jewelry?

"It was from Mia, wasn't it?" - you boldly asks , tilting your head towards her gentle hand. She forms a fist with it. 

"It was for Mia." - Miranda can't help the voice crack that escapes her throat as she dares to speak the name of her past lover , her nails dig into the table. - "A wedding ring she never...happened to receive." 

Oh. So Miranda was planning to propose to Mia, but... something stopped her. You find yourself more than Intrigued , invested in why did their relationship fall apart.

"You can tell me , Miranda." - you let her know while  dragging your hand across the table, then tenderly locking your fingers with hers, in an attempt to bring her comfort. You appreciate the fact that she tries , even though she fails, to form a smile - "If you think it's going to make you feel better." 

You're ready to sacrifice the idea of having a nice dinner with her in order to get more information  about her past relationship and perhaps learn from Mia's mistakes. 

"I don't think I've ever loved someone like this my entire life." - she sniffs , making you shiver. Gods, is she about to cry? You don't think you can handle tears rolling down her  pretty cheeks right now.Miranda is gifted a tight squeeze of encouragement by your careful fingers. - "Ten years, fortified by intertwined lies." - she grabs her forehead with her free hand , sighing slowly - "Ten years..."  

"What happened exactly?" - you lower you face down, hoping you take a better angle in order to see her expression. It is a mistake, as you spot a single tear ready to drop from the hill of her nose. Your jaw clenches. 

"She was one of my old colleagues, never to actually caught my interest...until we got a commun project" - despite her almost whispering voice, you're still able to hear and understand her completely. You wait in silent sympathy when she struggles to find her exact words. - "Among our other coworkers she sparked like a star , filled with joy from the fact that she was the only one to not feel... fear towards me. With her unique persona , weird yet thrilling interests and great passion for her work,  she... managed to bewitch me." - Miranda takes a deep breath in , then turns to you, her eyes slightly puffed - "She was perfect." 

Hope can be dangerous. Yet you cling to it. Mia was perfect. Miranda talks about her in past tense, you find yourself wishing she doesn't still perceive her as the person she once loved. It's difficult for you to understand how can someone leave the blonde woman in front of you. 

"Naturally, i allowed our relationship to expand. I... yearned to spend every possible moment with her. I even bought her this ring because-". - another voice crack, tears urging in the corners of her eyes while she blinks fast to prevent them. Tight squeeze on your hand. A pitiful look sent in your direction - "I wanted to call her mine. My wife." - she puts a palm over her trembling lips as she looks to the side , her voice barely a whisper - "That was before i found out she was already married." 

That was it. The thing that ruined their relationship. A man. Your thumb slowly strokes the path of her knuckles, showing her support while she processes to explain how humiliated she felt, only having the power to observe in awkward silence , while Mia's said husband showed up to their work place the day Miranda was planning to propose to her. Although she ran away from there , from them , from her, cutting any contact with her past lover , she was never able to throw that bloody silver line of metal away. It stayed in her life like a dark spirit following closely after her every step. 

"A few weeks later she contacted me. Asking to meet up." - Miranda's fingers clench around the green fabric of her dress , right above her heart, and she pulls, tilting her neck to a side, as if she finds it difficult to breathe. But you know that feeling well , her chest burns from sadness. You swallow hard , eyes still fixed onto her. - "I stayed...even after she made it clear she just wanted me  to satisfy the needs her husband couldn't." 

"She sees you as a toy, Miranda." - the words  bites her skin , both of you know your statement is perhaps the only truth feeling Mia has towards the tall woman. 

"How can i just leave the person I've loved for years?" - the tone of her voice is very different than usual, it sounds weak - "All this time and attention I've put into our relationship would seem-" 

"Pointless." - you cut her off , knowing exactly what she's trying to explain to you. The same flame has burned you too. - "Feels so unfair,  doesn't it? You give your best to save that special bound while opposite of you - there's a person that simply doesn't care." 

"Philip wasn't the best partner neither, was he?" - you force a smile when the waiter boy comes back to your table, you have to untangle your fingers from Miranda - though she doesn't seem very happy about it. Yet she surprises you by silently opening the menu and pointing to a chocolate piece of cake in the desserts dedicated pages of it. The man nods nervously and finds himself in rush to get away from your table. 

"Well he was...for a while , at least." - time flies fast , you can't remember the last time you two were nice to eachother in person. Have you even been on a decent date for the past few months? 

"How so?" - Miranda waves off the waiter the moment he places a small plate in front of her , the chocolate piece of cake looks almost identical to the picture of it on the menu. 

"As childhood friends we were always close, we rarely argued and we were just happy to be together." - you begin to explain as you observe Miranda, pleased she's finally eating something, even if she just decides to skip to the dessert. You can take a wild guess where did Eva get her sweet tooth from. - "Our other friends mocked us about still not dating eachother  in our twenties. So we decided to just give it a try. It worked out." - before you know it, she's finished with the cake.- "A few years into our relationship i discovered that he cheated on me , in the beginning, when he thought it wasn't going to last. Even though it was so long ago i felt absolutely disgusted with him.I grew colder, so did he. And our shared love slowly...died." 

Of course there are many other reasons as for why you decided you're finally done with Philip. However, you don't feel like digging into unwanted past memories right now.

"You managed to move from him quickly." - she voices out, eyes widening when you nod to her , her hand searches for your again, eagerly. - "How?" 

Miranda's inner self if desperate to know how to stop that aching feeling in her heart. Your lips curl up in a dream. 

"I believe i have found someone better." - her eyebrows twitch as you lean closer to her , still the table is a large obstacle, but you can safely whisper and know she will hear you - "Much better." 

Miranda laughs. You've never noticed that she has dimples , the tiny lines show up when her lips form a smile. Being this close to her has it's privileges. 

For a moment you allow yourself to be taken by her beauty. Your lips wouldn't mind being glued to hers for eternity , even when your palms give up, grey and bloody, from holding her too tightly, too firm. Your eyes will continue to chase the charming flame in her pupils, living as a candle that even the wildest of winds cannot blow away. 

"Darling?" - she calls out for you. 

"Hm?" - you mutter, busy biting the inside of your cheek. 

"I want to go home." - and you desire to fulfill her every need.

You are quick to call the waiter back to your table. And just like that the pill is paid and you find yourself in Miranda's car again, traveling back to the mansion. 

***** 

Your hand stays on the place it feared to touch before, during your whole path back home. Even through the fabric of Miranda's dress , your digits can still get a good example of how soft and nicely shaped for holding her thighs are. Especially your thumb , which dares to linger beneath the cloth , where the high slit in her loosen skirt starts. 

The trip is silent, however, both of you enjoy the fact that you don't need to share words in order to be pleased with eachother's company. Miranda drives carefully, but eagerly to go back to the mansion. A sigh of relief fills your chest when the tall , dark shadow of the building towers over the car. 

A low note of dying violin rings through the air as the grand entrance opens up. One of two doors is tenderly open for you to walk past it and into the mansion. When you do , another sound echoes behind you. A lock. Then you sense a hand on your shoulder. 

"I am...certainly thankful for tonight" - the touch disappears only for a moment, before it can appear again, this time at the back of your neck , slowly tugging on loosen stands of hair , forcing your head to tilt upwards. 

"I know it wasn't the date you expected, Miranda." - the unsureness in her voice is more than visible for you, she's not entirely pleased, yet she cannot say it was the worst experience of her life , nor can you. - "But I-...I enjoyed it. I enjoyed spending my time with you." - the smile you give her while searching to grab her hands in your is genuine.- "And I want you to know that I'd be happily by your side if your need me, when you wish to...calm down your thoughts...and feels." 

Though the usage of the perfect words for the situation doesn't come as easily, you're safe to say you mean each one of them. The merest thing you can propose to her is to be emotionally available. A trait Mia clearly doesn't possess. 

Your head bumps into something soft, tender and extremely alluring, which a sweet smell of... perfume, it's her perfume. You're able to so easily sense it , simply because your nose is currently rubbing against the base of her neck , where the smell is strong and intoxicating. Miranda has pulled you in a tight embrace, locking your face in her chest. She doesn't seem very determined to let go. Even after she moves and you find yourself pressed against the wall behind you. 

"How i wish to kiss you, darling..." - she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. It makes you tingle. 

"Do it." - your voice comes out too harsh, it can be almost  perceived as a command. 

"Not here , though" - she taps a few times on your lips with a slender fingers, robbing you from the chance to be kissed breathlessly. You only understand what she means by that when her lips tenderly connect with the skin of your neck. Meanwhile you allow her hands to run up and down your sides. - "Pretty darling... please don't let me be disappointed." 

"W-what?" - you barely murmur, feeling your knees giving up, influenced by the impact she forces on you. 

"I've made my decision long ago..." - about what? You wish to ask, but your words get lost in your throat when her fingers slide under your vest , just like earlier this night, with the only difference that the mansion is now devoid of children and she can add eager pressure to her touch. - "Prove to me that it wasn't foolish." 

A lower button of your vest flies open, giving Miranda more access to your abdomen, where her cold palms decide to wander freely. She sets a good amount of goosebumps runnings beneath your skin. Your lips slightly part , as you find it difficult to breathe, when the continuous slow kisses on your neck transform into careless bites. Her teeth have a familiar sharpness to them , when they dig relentlessly into your skin. 

"Miranda..." - you groan out her name, the sound is so casual at this point, it comes out as a habit. For your suprise she retreats to observe your face for a moment. 

"Forgive me, darling." - you nod your head , feeling the tender way her thumb rubs against the fresh bite mark on your neck. It's only when she lowers her head back down and you shiver at the coldness and wetness of her tongue also running over that specific place , when your mind clears up and you try to reason her, though your sentence comes out as a weak whimper. - "I tend to bite." 

Miranda tends not to bite , but to claim. To mark what she feels as hers. You're not surprised, because that is simply her nature. It's not the fact  she wants to show the world that she fancies you that bothers your throbbing head. It's the leg that firmly goes between your thighs as she continues to paint your neck in beautiful red marks. 

"We shouldn't..." - your hands seem too weak to push her away. You fear the daring decision to loose them lower , to let them explore her body the same way hers are wandering over your stomach. 

"Really?" - she mocks, clearly knowing about the inner battle you're going through right now, she takes a hold of these unsure hands and places them firmly around her waist, as she leans to whisper just below your ear. You're almost certain she can feel how wild your pulse is going. - "Don't you want to take that tight dress off me , darling?" 

"That's not what you want, Miranda." - not after tonight, it feels wrong. She doesn't seem convinced with your answer. 

"I want you." - she tugs your hair again, forcing your head up so she can roughly claim your lips in a good angle. You can't help but moan into the kiss when you recognise the words she uses. Your words , she only repeats them. - "Please don't make me say how badly." 

"Where?" - you pant out , looking around only to realise you're still pretty much next to the entrance. 

"My bedroom, darling?" - she proposes, trying to put your now fully unbuttoned vest back in it's original form. You feel the air around you shifting as she takes a step backwards, suddenly you can breathe normally again. - "it's the closest." 

You allow her to drag you to the said room. It definitely takes you a while , since she just cannot depart from your lips for too long. You did find yourself pressed against other walls or furnitures a few more times before reaching her bedroom, as you had to beg her to wait for a bit. Her eagerness is hard to tame. 

Finally, after what felt like hours of burning torture, she reaches her door and before you know it - she pushes you down on her soft mattress. You can barely take your time to sit straight and position yourself before she crawls on top of you, palms occupying your flushed cheeks while her lips crash against yours. The groan she lets out vibrates through the kiss , influencing you to wrap your hands around her. 

Her lower body shifts around until she positions herself right on top of one of your thighs. Then she slowly rocks her hips forward, another weak groan urges to escape her throat. It makes you so unsure in how to react that you decide to do the easiest thing - which is to push her , or at least try, off yourself. She's definitely not satisfied with your decision. 

"Kiss me." - she whispers, forcing your lips on hers. - "Touch me." - your hands are guided back around her waist, they even dare to go lower. - "Undress me." - the high slit in her dress gives your fingers perfect access to her heated skin below the green fabric, at this point half of the dress is raised and crumpled just above her hips, she's determined to drag your hands even higher, as they are currently running up to her breasts. - "Have all of me." - her outfit is already forgotten story, thrown lazily on the floor, along with her bra that your thumb just so happened to hook up together with her dress. - "Do everything else but stop, darling, i beg you." 

To say you're out of words is lame. And definitely not enough. Because your throat is completely dry. And you feel awful, having no idea what to do with practically naked Miranda, placed so lovely on your lap. 

"I don't know how-...what to do." - you finally confess, trying to ignore the constant embarrassment burning the tips of your ears. She gets a hold of your face again, eyes widened,  as she stares at you in surprise. And concern. 

"Is this your first time?" - her eyebrows furrow , yet you can't help but lean into her touch as she tenderly caresses your cheek with the back of her palm. Her knuckles feel rocky against your skin , but in a good way. In a way you love. 

"With a woman. Yes." - it's one thing to imagine absolutely wrecking Miranda and completely different thing to have her sitting on top of you, waiting for satisfaction, that you currently can't give. As you're unfamiliar with how exactly to bring pleasure to women, with having experience only with men. 

Miranda summons a large smirk on her lips. It suits her. 

"That's okay, darling." - she uses that sweet tone of her voice, which you've heard when she tries to comfort her children. So sweet, you can almost bet you'd taste honey if you dared to kiss her right now. What she does makes your breath hitch. Miranda grabs one of your wrists in an unbreakable cage of thin fingers, then guides it up to her mouth. She presses your digits to her lips , her eyes staying fixed on you and your heavy panting chest, then she slowly parts them, allowing your fingers to enter. - "I'll teach you." 

Her mouth feels different now that is not your tongue inside but rather your fingers, which can feel everything in much greater detail. Her lips press around near your knuckles, her sharp teeth adding a little friction to the overall experience. Saliva spills around your digits, nearly the same time as when her tongue decides to join and travel along the length of your fingers. Miranda closes her eyes, trying to concentrate and make sure to have your fingers completely soaked before you can pull them out. 

Good thing she decides to pull your hand away only after a few seconds, because you are absolutely sure your skin was starting to melt inside her mouth. Your digits come out with a wet popping sound , a thin line of saliva still connecting them to Miranda's lips , which she eliminates by kissing your fingertips. She observes her work with a smile , clearly pleased. Then her eyes fix on yours. 

"Lower, darling." - you blink, successfully awaking from the short trance that made your mind foggy. Another hard blink and you feel your nails scratching the edges of her underwear. She tugs your wrist down, until your hand goes directly beneath the last piece of clothing she's wearing, if you don't count her heels. Then her head finds a cozy, comfortable nest in the crook of your neck. And she sighs.- "I trust you know what to do from here , given your...past experience." 

Miranda finds a way to mock you even in a situation like this. It's absolutely hilarious for her to remind you of the night she caught you - hand in your jean , on her couch. Her little smirk cannot be missed. But she's good at hinting you she wants the same thing you did under her guidance to yourself now to transfer to her. So you have no choice but to obey. 

"You're so soft..." - you murmur somewhere close to her ear , fingers now beginning to explore her slick folds, the fabric of her underwear annoying the back of your palm so you gently pull it away with your oher hand , exposing her whole. 

"I know." - she says is proudly, scratching her teeth to your already bitten over and over again skin. 

"So wet..." - you continue to whisper, enjoying the way her hips parts so she can give you more access. You drive your digits upwards, the soft pads of your fingertips finding her clit, slowly rubbing circles right above it, not giving enough friction to the needy bundle of nerves. You take pride in your teasing when she growls in your neck. 

"I am..." - she answers weakly for you, in agreement. The familiar warmth of her tongue makes sure to present itself to your skin yet again. 

"Gods Miranda, you're dripping." - your middle and ring finger easily slide inside of her , due to how aroused she is. When your knuckles hit her slit you stop, allowing her to adapt to the feeling of your digits deep inside of her. Meanwhile your thumb presses to her clit , helping with her tightness. 

"Please..." - your nose wrinkles when her teeth decide to try their best to pierce your skin. Yet you stay still in surprise, not expecting to hear her beg so soon, or in general. You have more important goals than to wonder what role exactly she likes to play in the bedroom, however. So you just decided to give her what she desires. 

The two fingers inside of her gentle work upwards, testing the waters. When she doesn't show much of a reaction you pull them almost completely out , only to drive them back , and repeat. That seems to have a good effect on Miranda as her biting becomes more and more painful. Even if she decides to bite your whole neck , it wouldn't be enough to silence the moans urging from her throat. You feel addicted to these sounds. 

"Fuck- you're going to leave marks." - wounds even, with all that pressure she allows her teeth to give you. Your fingers are now moving with fair speed and enough pressure to make her hips buckle. The moment her mouth leaves your neck and she presses her forehead to your collarbone, the room fills with breathless moans , which she just can't seem to control. Is that why she bites so hard? 

People tend to avoid the fire that burns them. That doesn't work for you, her teeth might be painful, but your skin feels lonely without them. A weak whine escapes her lips as your fingers begin to move rapidly in and out of her , with little care for gentleness, while the heel of your palm presses firmly against her aching clit. It makes her hiss. Miranda lifts up her head to look at you with a sorrowful expression. 

"I never told you to stop." - she quickly gets what you mean, your fingers only care  to stop their merciless pounding when her mouth  finds its place back at the side of your neck. This time you groan out in pain , as her teeth break any skin barrier and both of you feel, while Miranda even tastes , the thick crimson blood that runs down from the bite mark, possibly ruining a part of your vest. She licks everything clean within seconds. Her tender kisses afterwards happen to be a good apology. 

Even though you take pride in making her whimper in the crook of your neck , your fingers don't exactly seem to do the job for her. Part of you stays disappointed when Miranda position herself in a way that makes it easy to rock her hips , as she begins to ride your fingers. Her back arches, forcing her chest to shove in your face. If your hands weren't so busy in holding her waist in support, they would definitely love to play with her breasts. 

She's close , you can feel the way her inner wall clench tighter and tighter around your fingers with every trust , with every desperate swing of her hips. She places her hands on your knees, nearly slipping and falling backwards as her now blood covered lips finally depart from your skin. Her eyes stay interested in the way your digits work her up , as she likes to not only watch others get pleasured , even when her orgasm hits her, hard. 

She's a whimpering, shaking, perfect  mess. You don't think you've seen someone that beautiful. 

The movements of her hips slowly die as she rides out the electric feeling that runs through her whole body. She squirms , knees glued together, preventing you from doing too much while she's still sensitive. She lets you know she's alright by shoving her face back in your neck , arms folded around it. You wait for her chest to stop rapidly going up and down before retrieving your hand from between her legs. 

Your fingers are damped with her , wetness dripping even down to your wrist. You lift them up, closer for you to observe. Miranda chuckles softly next to you, her head now resting on your shoulder. She parts her lips , expecting you want to shove your digits back into her mouth, but it's not hers that they end up in. Your lips close around your fingers before she can protest, or say anything at all.

At this moment you partly understand why Mia is still so obsessed with Miranda. The taste of that woman almost forces you to flip her over and spend the whole night buried between her thighs. However, you know she will want more than that. A tug on your vest confirms it.

"Undress for me." - she places a kiss on your temple, then the bed shift as her weight disappears from it. She removes her heels and underwear, standing now completely naked in front of you. Perhaps you've spent quite some time staring at her flawless body , because she clears her throat, catching your attention again. 

She doesn't need to tell you twice. The vest and pants are history already. And with your own underwear gone within seconds - you match her nakedness completely. Her eyes linger from your head all the way down to your feet. And she licks her lips. Gods. 

"Left drawer, open it." - she points to one of the two , not so large bedside tables, not even bothering to look at that direction, as her attention is stored specially and only for you at the moment. You stretch out to the drawer, swiftly pulling on the handle. It's empty. You turn to give her a confused look. She laughs, walking past the bed and next to the bedside table, her fingers press on the bottom and just like that , it shifts down - "Fake bottom, darling. Remember that" 

Inside the nearly exposed, secret department Miranda has a small collection of sex toys. Big part of you isn't surprised, not even the slightest. Various and colourful, each one of the toys looks designed to give the maximum amount of pleasure. Her fingers choose a black coloured silicone dildo, she also picks up a leather harness and works fast to connect them together in a strap-on. Then she proudly shows it to you. You swallow hard. 

"That's a bit..." - large, you're used to different sizes, there's no way that's going inside of you. Miranda gives the toy a confused look. 

"It's the most i can take." - she throws the fancy looking belt on the bed next to you. You sigh when she takes back her place in your lap. Now that you're both naked , her skin feels even softer against you. 

"Oh, you're going to be the one taking it?" - for some reason you thought it would be you. The other way around is also welcome, you'll definitely need more assistance with the straps, however. 

"I need you to forget any experience you've had with men , darling." - you love it when she cups your cheeks and looks down at you, those blue eyes can calm you with ease everytime you're nervous  , she places a kiss on your forehead. - "Because as i woman i demand more , much more." - you accept the lips that press to yours instantly, and the tongue that comes with them. - "Though I'm not that hard to please, once you learn how to work me out." 

She takes a hold of the belt next to you. When she commands you to stand so she can put it around your hips, however, you stop her. Your fingers points to her left hand, eyes locked on the silver ring that still sits awfully around one of her slender digits. 

"Take that off." - you frown, taking a step back when she tries to get closer to you. - "I don't what you touching me while wearing that ring." 

Another's woman wedding ring. 

"What ring?" - the sound of metal hitting the floor echoes through the air before you can acknowledge Miranda's hands on your shoulders. Then you just allow yourself to be lost in the sensation of her lips as you lick the many different layers of lipstick, wine and blood off them. 

Miranda helps you out with the leather harness , making sure the straps are not too tight for you , while in the meantime enough to hold the weight of the toy. When she's done , she grabs your chin in her soft palm , her thumb running along your bottom lip before she leans down to tug on it with her teeth. Then to kiss you - the two things she's into , pain and pleasure. 

"You like it when I'm under you , darling?" - though her tone hints she's asking this as a question, it stands out more like a statement. As if she's been in your head , through all the fantasies you've had about her. Below you. 

"I do." - in fact, you loved  it. Miranda works swiftly to change your position. It's almost like you're chasing her through the sheets. She positions herself somewhere in the middle of the large bed, her hand tugging you by the chin, forcing your lips on hers yet again. She's so very keen on kissing. 

"Then take me." - a command, a demand, a need. You can feel her lips curling up in a smile when your hands waste no time in running down her sides. Making her grin even wider when you squeeze her soft hips. 

The tip of the toy rubs against her slick folds once you crawl on top of her , she holds you close , her face yet again in the crook of your neck. Her nails, which she normally keeps short, now feel sharp against your skin as she drags them down your back. You enter her unsurely, strictly following her guiding commands, enjoying the way her breath hitches with every inch she takes. When the toy completely disappears inside of her, your movements stop, and you wait, letting her adapt to the feeling. 

Her arms unfold from behind your neck when you lift your torso up, straightening your back and placing your hands on her waist. You run your palms on the surface of her heated skin, taking a liking in how she shivers under your fingertips. You don't even realise when you manage to roll your hips, only acknowledging your actions when she whines below you. The sound echoing through your head, awaking roots of concern. 

"Miranda?" - you nervously call out of her, afraid she's in pain. The last thing you wish to do is hurt her. 

"Move, darling." - she voices out, her hand practically shaking as she moves it past her stomach, down to where your lower bodies connect, but instead of helping with something there she wraps it around your hip, eager to pull you closer. - "In and out - baby, please." 

You feel like it's her own desperation that moves your hips backwards, until half the length of the toy is out only to slowly disappear back inside of her. She crosses her ankles behind your back, locking you in the strong cage of her legs, to make sure you won't run away. You bottom out and she moans loudly, now that she has nothing to bite into. You enjoy the resistance of her inner walls as you drag the toy back out, with each slow trust she looses her tightness, while her volume increases. 

Your thumb finds her clit and fiercely drags the hood of it upwards, exposing the pink bundle of nerves to your greedy eyes. A few quick taps land on it, sending electric shivers through her stomach. She gets even more aroused when you begin to lay lazy circle on her clit, almost feeling it throb under the weight of your fingerprint. She throws her head backwards, her tight neck muscles catch your eyes as she swallows hard. 

"Good girl. That's- ..mm, darling more." - your cheeks burn at her praise , meanwhile your heart threatens to jump out of your chest, triggered by her arching back and messy sentences. She holds the black sheets in tight fists from both her sides as she stares at you from beneath her eyelashes. - "You can start m-moving faster... now." 

Your hips are more than ready to obey her. They change their tempo to a more rapid one , roughly stretching her out as you pick a pace that makes both of you groan in pleasure. You move her right leg up , her ankle on your shoulder, while her thigh hits her stomach and you rock the toy deep inside of her. The sound she lets out is heavenly. 

You like how she struggles to keep her eyes from rolling at the back of her head. While that pretty blue colour is one of your favourite things in this mansion, you can't help but feel a shiver running down your spine as you look at it now. Then your head begins to spin. 

Cold. It's so cold. As your feet are barely touching the ground because you're simply running too fast. From what? From who? Fear merges into anger the moment you see the dead deer in front of you. 

Miranda moans uncontrollably when you begin to pound relentlessly in and out of her. Your fingers were a child's play for her , but the thickness of the toy combined with your fast moving hips makes it impossible for her to think straight. 

Death has always been beautiful. But never gentle. Why does she hates you? You're not a bad person, it was an incident. The deer came out of nowhere. You're sorry for it but...

You lean closer , your head now resting in between Miranda's breasts, her teeth and nails are happy they finally have something to play with, something to bite and scratch. You don't acknowledge all the angry, left marks she leaves on your skin. 

Death is angry. Or confused. Or maybe too pleased. Death spends a lot of her time alone. Mother of many and daughter of none. She doesn't know how to show affection. She doesn't understand why you are running away from her , the woods are not friendly. 

Miranda calls out your name , voice desperate. You ignore her , head too foggy to pay her any attention right now. 

Death surprises you, thinking you would prefer seeing her instead of one mere corpse of a deer. At the moment you hate death, so you try to run again. Death acknowledges pain as a punishment. 

"Darling...?" - she weakly calls for you. You clench to her, never stopping the rough movements of your hips, at this point her back is more than simply arched. It hurts her, you're hurting her. 

Death is obsessed with you. Death hurts you because she has forgotten how love works. Her need to kiss you travels through her arm and instead of your lips - it lands higher, right into your nose. 

"Little deer, please..." - blood. Red staining blood drips from your nose , combined with awful pulsating pain - as if it's broken. The crimson colour drips onto Miranda's skin, it covers her chest, her neck , her stomach... You're both unbothered by that. Something is triggering you much more. 

"Miranda?" - your voice is full of concern ,as you finally answer her , lower body now completely still. Your palms cup her cheeks. Your eyes follow the colourless droplets that roll down from her eyes. Now those are tears you wouldn't mind licking off her face. 

"I apologise if I've done something to offend you.." - she murmurs, trying to keep eye contact with you. Her breath hitches when your hips slowly restart their rocking again, she tries to ignore the burning feeling inside her stomach- "But if you're mad at me ...oh, darling please-" 

"What are you talking about?" - you whisper out , placing loving kisses around her collerbone and the tender skin of her breasts - "I'm not mad at you, Miranda." 

"Then be more careful with me." - her nails drag themselves up your back before she decides to shove them in your hair , for the first time tonight she hesitates to claim your lips. - "Can't you see I'm shaking?" 

You wouldn't say exactly shaking,  though her thighs are definitely twitching with every new trust of the toy. You kiss her forehead, apologising over and over again. Not sure if you should continue or just stop. Miranda is the one ot take that decision. 

"Pull out." - she orders - "This position is not working out for you." 

Miranda works quick to flip herself on her stomach. She gives you a playful smile as she turns to look at you. But you stay completely still and confused. How are you supposed to fuck her now. Is she mad at you? You wipe the blood from your nose. Why is the world still spinning? Your hands, they search for her, your lips eager for hers , but Miranda seems like millions of kilometres away right now. 

"My hips, darling." - there she is , always ready to pull you out of your own mind. With her solutions for everything. Your fingers are scared when they tug on her waist, on the apex of her thighs. However, as her lower body follows your hand's demands and her ass forms a perfect circle you forget your hesitation. You break into her again, melting her back and forcing her face to press into the pillows. 

Her golden hair rolls down and around her shoulders, revealing her bare back to your eyes and the mystery that comes with it. You run your hand through the weird, black and curved looking lines on her skin. They even have texture. Strange. 

"Are those tattoos?" - you question, your other hand gently holding her waist as you continue to pound into her with a decent pace , which you make sure she enjoys. 

"No...yes...please don't touch.." - just as you are about to retreat your hand she grabs it and instead guides it to her hair, where she makes sure your fingers get a hold of honey coloured strands. It's funny how you spent quite some time trying your best to be gentle while bleaching her hair a few days ago and now both of you don't care if you leave her bald , with all that tugging. 

Miranda's body follows your desire to be lifted up. The pressure while you pull her by the hair upwards is painful but she handles it. Once her back presses against your chest and your force her legs open with your knees, she again lets out those filthy moans that blurb out of her mouth, with the new angle that manages to hit a very good spot inside of her.

Her head bends backwards, positioning itself on your shoulder. You wrap a hand at the base of her throat, feeling the vibration of every sound that eagerly travels through there, while your other arm stays firmly holding her stomach, you can almost feel where the tip of the toy is hitting inside of her as your forearm is exactly there. She tries not to break eye contact with you, though the nice blue colour is quickly replaced with snowy white as her eyes roll backwards. 

"So close..." - she murmurs, more to herself than to you, a few silent begs slipping past her lips while she guides the hand that holds her throat down, where she presses your fingers against her throbbing clit. A few strokes there is everything that she needs for her second orgasm to completely overtake her. This time she's silent, her mouth is opened but not a single sound comes out. You begin to fear she might have stopped breathing. But then she cries out and you smile , placing kisses against her shoulder. 

Miranda's body hits the mattress with a tud. And you let her lay down along her soft pillow, still and emotionless , limps twitching while she tries to came back to earth. And  you stay patiently inside of her , unsure if you should pull out or not. After a minute or two , she weakly groans , a finger taps on your hip. 

"Off.." - she whispers, tugging on the strap - "Take it off."  

You obey instantly. Happy to remove the fancy belt from around your hips. You're surprised with now wet exactly you've gotten. Miranda surely works her magic on you. Speaking of the woman she raises up like a champion and give you a vicious smile. The look in her eyes is clear - first of all she's not finished and second of all she's eager for more kisses. 

"Such a bad girl you are." - she easily consumes what is hers , your lips are quivering below hers , her handy cupping your breasts - "Making me loose control like that." 

"Miranda..." 

"Mira." - she corrects you, easily shifting positions so now you're the one pressed to the mattress - "Just Mira is fine. Easier to moan." 

Her fingers find joy in pinching and squeezing your nipples. She's sat on your stomach, making it hard for you to do anything else rather than just arch your back, which eventually gives her more access to your chest, and moan out her name. 

"How do you like it?" - she asks , moving backwards to pay attention to the heat between your legs, her fingers easily gather the wetness that drips from your lower lips. - "Anything you don't want me to do? Anything you absolutely crave  me to do?" 

"Just you." - you hiss out when she parts your legs, now having more access to your sensitive areas, which she almost instantly begins to tease. 

"All of me , sweet girl?" - she laughs, flicking your clit between her fingers, while rubbing comfortable circles on your inner thighs. - "Are you sure you can handle that?" 

"Yes , please...just-" - you cut yourself off , eyes widening when she decides to shove two of her fingers inside of you with little to no warning. They begin to plumb in and out of you, while she continues to torture your clit, all those sensitive nerves locked between her two hands. When she adds a third digit you can't help but whimper, feeling a hard to handle pressure building up inside your stomach. Her fingers are not thick, but gods are they long. Philip could never reach the places the tips of her fingertips are able to explore. - "It hurts, Mira." 

"It tickles." - she corrects you, almost instantly forcing you to believe her statement. A grin appears on her still stained in blood lips the moment she manages to hit that rougher type of skin inside of you, right after she curls up her digits. - "Feel that , darling." - she makes sure to rub that specific place with enough force to make you whimper. - "That's the place you couldn't quite reach when your fingers were inside of me." - is this why she practically rode you to her orgasm? - "Feels good doesn't it? I expect you to remember it for next time."

Next time...?  

Miranda lowers her head down. Her tongue replaces the finger on your clit and she begins to lick, making your eyes disappear in the back of your head.  Though that feeling is too short for you to truly enjoy it. Once you're able to see again, you glare down at her and the way she open her mouth to let a large drop of saliva drip from the tip of her tongue. 

"Don't you think I'm wet enough?" - you snap at her , feeling exactly how the tips of her fingers are starting fires inside your lower belly. You can't laste long with such a woman between your legs. 

"The messier you are , darling, the more you can take" - she proves that by spreading her saliva down to your slit where the three of her fingers easily gather it and when she shoves them back in , they do feel easier to handle. She's smiling because she knows she's right. - "And i plan to make a big mess out of you." 

Miranda proves herself yet again by making you finish under the next two minutes. With the help of her wicked tongue that decides to join for a second time , knowing exactly how to flick around your clit. Your hips buckle against her face , threatening to suffocate her , your fingers pulling roughly on her hair. All she does is moan into you , sending electric shivers up your veins that forces your head to tilt backwards and just like that Miranda makes you see stars again. 

"I've been thinking about something you said some time ago, it won't leave my head , little deer." - you find yourself almost begging for her fingers once they pull out of you. You don't even try to understand the following sentence that she speak out loud. - "Care to say that you still hate me?" 

If it will bring her mouth back to your aching core. 

"I hate you." - you hiss out , feeling her body crawling on top of you, she lifts one of your legs around her waist as she positions herself right on top of you. Wetness merging with wetness, your still sensitive clit kissing hers. - "I hate you so damn much." 

"So do I , darling." - one last sentence before she begins to rock her hips against you and you allow yourself to be lost into her touch completely. 

In really however, none of you are talking about hatred. 

.

.

.

Despite the fact that both of you were sweaty and breathless after literal hours of mindless fucking, as you had to beg Miranda to let you rest, you willing decided to cuddle, skin to skin , afraid the other might disappear if she wasn't hold properly. 

That's why you aren't surprised when you open your eyes , complete darkness surrounding you, and the first thing you feel is soft hair spread all over your face. Your hands are tightly wrapped around her waist, your legs still tangled together from earlier. You place a tender kiss to the nape of the woman sleeping in your arms. You resist the urge to shove your face in the middle of her shoulder blades and just go back to sleep. 

Unfortunately for you, the dryness in your throat is so bad you might start coughing if you don't drink a cup of water , or a few, to calm the storm down. 

You bare your teeth, hating how loud the mattress shifts when you try to move away from her. You stop in the middle of it , looking back at Miranda to make sure she's still asleep. Good , she is. Your feet make contact with the floor and you slowly, as to not bump into something and hurt yourself, begin to walk to the door. Or at least where you think the door is. 

A weak yelp urges past your lips the moment a hand raises from the darkness around the bed and locks its fingers around your wrist. You immediately jump to Miranda, who murmurs something quietly in her half-sleeping state. 

"Don't leave." - the sleepiest, cutest sounding warning ever. You can also picture her with pursed lips , finding yourself wishing you can somehow see her face in the dark hour. 

"Wasn't planning too, i just-" 

"Don't leave." - now she sounds desperate, unhappy even. She tugs on your wrist, forcing you to take a step closer to the bed. From here you can see how she sits up and blinks a few times. - "Stay with me , cuddle me." 

You're unsure how her arms perfectly wrap behind your neck. But you allow her to bring you closer. 

"I'm just going to get us water , Mira, it's okay." - you rub your nose along her skin, in attempt to calm her down and possibly convince her to literally let you go for two minutes. She's been with you the whole evening , surely you can depart without much of a problem. Not for Miranda. 

"She never stayed." - her unexpected sentence cuts you like a sharp blade. - "She knew how to tire me out so i couldn't move , let alone argue when she decided to leave right after we were finished." 

Your hatred towards Mia grows with everything Miranda reveals about her. You tenderly caresse the side of her face , your lips in a search for her - the first time they try, they hits her chin instead, but then she helps you out and you share a much needed kiss. 

"I'll just get us some water, okay?" - as you press your forehead into hers you realise you're not asking her to let you go down to the kitchen, but to trust you blindly that you won't leave like Mia did. 

"My robe should be somewhere around" - she spins your body in the direction she's thinking of exactly - "take it , it gets chilly at night." 

You're only now realising you're still naked. So is Miranda. Both of you don't seem to mind it. Yet you somehow get to the said night robe , still guided by Miranda. Then you continue down to the kitchen. 

When you return you note Miranda is already long lost in dream. So you finish your cup in one big sip , while you place her still full one on the bedside table on the right side. Then you slowly make your way back behind her , eager to snuggle next to her soft skin again. 

Your lips gift her with one last kiss , carefully placed on the shoulder, before you allow the cold night and lonely darkness to take you to distant lands of dreams. 

While you hold your favorite nightmare in tight embrace. 

[ghost-n-butteredtoast]

Can you write fem reader x mother Miranda smut

Me: I SURE CAN.

Also me: This might get a bit ... gory.

And though this may not contain as much Mother Miranda as you might have liked, I hope you enjoy it.

So with that... 18+, smut, gore, blood material below.

(Also posted on AO3 - Click here)

Your God Can't Hear You Now

You had prayed to your God until you had fallen asleep, still kneeling at the side of the bed. Your husband's side of the bed, empty. Not that you cared. The nights you slept alone were a blessing. Still, there was much on your mind and a crippling weight on your heart. Feelings that nearly ripped your insides to shreds; the guilt clawing at you constantly.

You did not love your husband. Nor did he love you. You shared gold bands on your ring fingers,  last names, and a bed, but it meant nothing. He lusted after another woman in the village.

...and so did you.

Your husband hated that you refused to worship the Black God, that you did not bow before Mother Miranda and her four lords. He was embarrassed to be seen with you in the village and he despised the looks he received while in church.

"Mother Miranda is a healer, a miracle worker!"

"She is not my God." You whispered.

He shook his head. "You are a disgrace," he said before slamming the door, leaving you to go drown his disappointment in ale at the tavern.

As the clock struck midnight, you woke with a start, its chimes ringing just loud enough to stir you from your position on the floor. Your legs and back ached from kneeling, and you pushed yourself up from the floor and paused. 

A rapping sound?

With an oil lamp in hand, you crept to the front room to look out a window, pulling the curtain aside to see who had come calling at this hour. For a moment, you worried. Had your husband had some sort of accident and someone had been sent to inform you? The moon provided just enough light to allow your eyes to make out the form standing at the front door.

It was a woman. You unlocked the door and opened it a crack, your lamp illuminating the stranger's face. Yet it was not a stranger. There, standing before you, was the woman you had secretly pined for. 

Izabela.

Her family had a produce stand at the market. It was there you had first laid eyes on her, selling produce. Cautiously you circled the stand, discreetly watching her as you pretended to shop. Your knees grew weak when she smiled at you, thanking you for your purchase. Every day the stand was open, you went back, not for another parsnip, not for a bundle of carrots; only for her smile, and for that you would pay a hefty sum of lei to see.

"Forgive me for intruding," the woman's voice shook. She looked over her shoulder quickly, then back to you. "May I seek shelter here?" She begged.

From somewhere in the village you both heard a howl. It was hard to tell where the sound was coming from exactly. You pulled the woman inside and shut the door quickly, bolting it several times.

"Lycans?" You whispered, moving swiftly to the window to peer into the street.

"I'm not sure." The woman's voice was now calmer. "I saw your light on, it was the only light on in the street. My father's beloved dog bolted from the house and into the night. I gave chase through the streets and lost her near the cemetery." She said, a visible shiver coursing through her. "It was there I heard the first howl, and I turned back."

"You're safe here." You said placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Come away from the door. I'll put the kettle on."

You were able to calm her over a cup of tea. It was now 2:00 am. If your husband was coming home, he would have been here by now. You showed Izabela to the spare room and wished her a good night. Once in your room, you shut and leaned up against the door. You could not believe the woman you had been yearning for was in your home right across the hall. For the past two hours, you had conversed in your small kitchen. The sound of her voice, her smile, her face in the dim light of the oil lamp; everything about her made your heart race and it was only now you felt like you could breathe.

Slowly, you made your way over to your bedside, placing the oil lamp on the table, turning down the wick, and blowing out the flame. As you pushed back the covers you heard the door click. Your mouth went dry when you saw her standing in the doorway. Izabela's long, wavy hair cascaded down her back, the moonlight shining through the window illuminated her white gown.

You swallowed hard. "Is there - there something you need?"

She smiled and came closer to you, gently shaking her head, each step with more and more purpose. "I've seen how you look at me. At the market?"

Your eyes grew wide.

"Always in the market, but never with your husband."

"He-he has other things to tend to-,"

"Such as...church? He is quite devout, isn't he? But I never see you attend." 

You shook your head. "One does not need to set foot in a church to worship." Your hand shot up to the pendant that hung around your neck. Thankfully it was hidden beneath the collar of your gown. "Where one chooses to worship should not matter. God is everywhere."

Izebel tilted her head, considering your words with a low hum. She was so calm and it made your skin prickle. The speed at which her hand grabbed the one upon your chest was shocking. Had you not been backed up against the foot of your bed you surely would have fallen to the ground.

She removed your hand from the pendant around your neck, its gold engravings catching the light of the nearby lantern.

"God," she said almost mechanically. "And this God of yours," she asked, her fingers playing with the pendant, "What does your God think of a woman...a married woman at that... yearning for...the fairer sex?"

Her last words escaped her lips in a near whisper, dangerously close to your own. Air broke free from your lungs in small pants as your eyes began to water, unblinking, from staring into her icy blues.

"I don't-I,-"

Her grip on the pendant tightened and she yanked, the chain snapping and left to dangle in her clutches. You didn't even have a chance to object let alone gasp.

Izabel chucked the necklace across the room and you could hear it slide across the wood floor and disappear into the darkness. "Tonight, there is no God to worship." She said, her hand coming back to your chest as she pressed against you. "Allow me to show you how to properly worship a divine being."

The hand on your chest made haste at unbuttoning your gown. At first, you protested, your mind was scrambling to keep up with the woman before you. Her fingers came back to your shoulders and slid the gown from your body, leaving it to pool around your feet. Izabel's tongue, sweet from the honey she had put in her tea, slipped into your mouth, prodding at the muscle within to respond. You were too stunned to move, eyes locked on her icy blue orbs. It was only when you closed your eyes, that you felt her smile into the kiss, a sinister moan escaping her lips.

She shoved you onto the bed,  knocking the wind out of your lungs and giving you no time to respond to her nails that clawed at your hips as they removed your underwear. And not that you wanted to object; the woman you had secretly craved was now between your legs, nipping at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. 

But this was wrong and it was happening so fast. Your mind was clouded with lust but your gut was cramped with worry and guilt. Your husband could walk in at any moment. You may not love him, and he was indeed having relations with another woman in the village, but he was a man, he was your husband. You must obey him; respect him.

You looked down at the woman who was now on her knees and caressing your calves. She returned your gaze as if she were waiting for you to object. When no objection came, she immediately pulled you to the edge of the bed with a strength you did not expect and went to work pleasuring you.

The gasp that escaped your lips turned to sinful moans that clawed their way up your throat as your hands gripped the sheets. Izabel wasted no time, latching on to your swollen bud, sucking and moaning while she sunk her nails into your hips. They were unusually sharp, and you hissed when they made contact, your hands shooting to hers to pry them from your body.

Her grasp relaxed, and slowly her hands trailed down your body. You panted and whined as she rose above your womb, her fingers finding you and taking the place of her tongue, sliding through your wet folds, her other hand coming to rest beside you on the bed to keep her balance.

"Mmm," she licked her lips, her mouth and chin glistening with your arousal, "are you this wet when you are in the market, watching me, yearning for me?"

Your eyes went wide as her hand stilled and she stared at you, waiting for an answer.

"I, mmmfuh" was all you were able to eke out as she plunged two fingers inside your warmth.

"Perhaps if you attended church, you'd see me more often." Her tone was perplexing; a mixture of arousal and disdain. She looked down at you, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, her breath steady yet her hand sped up. "Soaking through your dress, staining the pews with your desire...could you imagine?" 

Feeling your velvet walls begin to close in on her wicked fingers, she pulled out. You screwed your eyes shut and nearly screamed at the loss, but it caught in your throat. She cocked her head and watched you with great fascination. Your body was a limp mess on the bed, glistening with perspiration and quivering with the occasional tremble. 

Suddenly, your voice cracked and rasped out a plea. "Please, Izabel. Ple-," you begged as tears of frustration welled in your eyes.

"Begging, are we?" She whispered. Izabel shifted and leaned forward, placing a hand over your frantic heart. "Perhaps you should pray to Mother Miranda for relief."

"Wha-,"

Your eyes opened and locked with hers. Was she serious? Or was this part of her game? 

"You heard me. Pray. Beg." Her fingertips pressed into your chest. She lowered herself back between your legs, her icy blue eyes never leaving yours for a moment. As her lips hovered over your throbbing core, she whispered, her hot breath mixing with your warmth, "Pray, girl."

You racked your brain for a moment, sputtering out a few words as you tried to remember the prayers from all those years ago; the prayer your parents made you memorize in hopes of keeping you safe from the monsters that ruled over the village, from the beasts that lurked in the woods and attacked without warning. The prayer your husband made you recite on your wedding day. Oh how the words on your tongue burned, but so did you with an all-consuming desire for this woman. 

"Great ones, h-hear our voice, together as one in reverence. We call on thee, ahhh-"

Izabel's tongue shot into your dripping core, exiting, flattening, and slowly trailing up to your clit. Her arm was still stretched across your torso, her fingertips continuing to prod at the tender flesh of your chest.

"...within the endless da-ahhrk to-to-to deliver us into fate's hands."

Her free hand found your pulsing clit, and her tongue returned to your opening, darting in for a taste.

At this point, your chest was heaving and you were gasping for air. Finishing this prayer would be a miracle in itself. She was stealing every bit of focus you had to give, and if you didn't come, you might literally crumble. This woman wanted to wreck you, but you were not sure why she chose to be so malicious about it. She had seemed so pure and kind in the marketplace. But now, now it felt like the devil was between your thighs, and if the devil was a woman, you would gladly go through the gates of hell to burn with her for eternity.

Her touch and her tongue were relentless and your mind was melting, forgetting the words as all you could concentrate on was your climax.

Your volume increased and your speech sped up. "As the midnight moon rises on black wings, so we make our sacrifice and await the light at the end. In life-" you swallowed hard and tore at the sheets below as your orgasm approached, the words were stuck, "I-I-in life!..."

"Finish!" She commanded loudly, barely breaking away from your core.

You came before you could complete the prayer, and as you did, a searing pain joined your ecstasy. The gut-churning sound of tearing flesh and crunching of bone picked up where your last gasp for air had left off as the hand on your chest plunged through your thoracic cavity. Blood filled your mouth as your primitive brain kicked in, your body flooding with a numbing panic in the seconds of consciousness you had remaining.

The taloned hand that literally gripped your heart pulled you into an upright position, just long enough for you to see the woman you had loved from afar, dissipate and morph into the black-winged priestess herself.  She glared at you through her gold mask, her icy blue eyes, the same ones you thought had been Izabel's, burned into yours. You sputtered and choked as blood exploded from between your lips, running down your chin and chest, back into the gaping cavity below. As your body went limp, Miranda chuckled darkly, her hand pulling out of your chest, leaving you to fall back to the mattress. 

She brought the failing organ to her lips, her tongue running over the warm muscle as your blood ran down her arms and into her robe. Turning back to you, she observed the blood seeping into the sheets beneath you.

“Just as I thought,” she snarled, squeezing your heart and letting it fall to the floor with a sickening splat, “an unfit vessel for Eva.”

[marilynthornhilllover]

When you call my name. do you think I'll come running? { chapter 7}

+ If i only could I'd make a deal with God I'd get him to swap our places.

Alcina dimitrescu x fem!Reader

Warning: pre-grief, depression, slight sadness, extreme rage, LOTS of angst, extreme plot twist, talk of suicide, slight fluff. { read chapter 6 here }

A/n: I just wanted to start off by saying thank you to the people who showed utmost appreciation to this series and interest of it continuing! I never actually thought this series would hit it off! And it warms my heart to know so many of you are interested and it has captured the attention of your heart! Sorry for the long wait in chapter update! I know it's been almost five months since i last posted CH. 6 and I sincerely apologize! :). This is a bit lengthy so I had to split it into two parts so, chapter 8 will be a bit short!! Love you guys enjoy!!.

Today no one spoke..... no one moved.... no one even dared to blink or breathe too hard. If you were ever to be caught dead in the sight of Lady Dimitrescu who knows what she might do to you..... Perhaps Rip you in half?, shred you to pieces?, pull your throat out?..... well no one wanted to be a human experiment, therefore everyone kept their distance away from the lady and her personal space. Her rage is not one to be tested and neither is her faith. She's like a lion, sly in the shadows but dangerous in light, she couldn't be trusted then and certainly not now. Ever since you left she's been acting as a fish out of water.

She never left her office or the castle itself and when she did, no one could be able to point out her emotions. She'd always dress in her usual formal black dresses and Veil hats that covered three quarters of her face. Her elegant walk and perfectly fitted gloves, only God knew what monster hid behind the poker face of 'Countess Dimitrescu' .

The entire castle was silent - completely silent. You could hear a pin drop. Make noise and your dead, make one slip up and show weakness or incompetence and your also dead, no one wanted to be alive in the same place where " Countess Alcina Dimitrescu " also lived. The villagers who'd usually bring fresh food and fruits to the castle heard of the matter and started delivering their pastries at the back door, too terrified of the wrath she held for anyone who may know what she's going through or even the smallest detail of your whereabouts.

It was a mad house at castle dimitrescu, maids started whispering rumors and stories of how the lady was going completely mad and turning into some sort of witch or dragon - if that's even possible, at night. Some say she flys over the village howling and puffing looking for her.... lost one.... but that's not true..... right?.....

It was 10:05 am, the lady drinks tea at 10:00 am, the lady's tea is five minutes late.... why because the poor little tiny girl who's job is to bring the raven hair goddess tea is scared out of her mind to so much as to stand infront of her door, she's done this a million times, so what's holding her back now? Maybe the fact that no one knows where her fate might lie after the woman opens the door, perhaps only mother miranda will know.... but she's a topic for another time.....

The girl took slow strides walking up to the lady's door as the tray that laid in her hand containing the lady's tea shook vigorously as a result of her nervous system failing her, cold sweat dripped from her forehead as her lips quivered and shook.

One

Two

Three

Knock, knock

Her shaking palms returned to her side as she sighed a breath of pure fright. For two long , minutes there was complete silence, no movement, no breathing, no sign of other recreations, nothing, absolutely nothing. And just as she was about to leave, hoping the lady thought her ears deceived her, there were loud thudding foot steps. No exaggeration used, the tall woman's footsteps were loud and massive. They spoke of frustration and pure rage. The young girl then again started struggling to breathe.

As the footsteps got louder and closer she managed to bow her head just in time when the lady opened the door. Suddenly the girl was taken back when an impossibly human surviving air hit her skin. The air was cold and thick, she could easily tell that the lady in fact hadn't left her room in a while and there was no ventilation happening in there. It felt as if someone had truly died, as if all life was lost, and the world had truly ended and all love was forgotten.

" yes, what is it, can't you see I'm busy?!" her voice was cold, brutal and hoarse, it showed no sign of life, love or even integrity , instead she sounded bitter and cold as, if she was the first person to ever be born on earth and everyone else were just a burden or her just her unwanted ornaments.

" f- forgive m- me my lady i-if I'm wrong but- you have wine with your b- breakfast, and tea in t- the mid afternoon, m- my lady" she wasn't wrong... in fact she's one hundred percent correct, but when your life is at stake you try to minimize your talking and smart mouthing - simply being correct. Again there was a long pause of utter silence. The girl couldn't even hear the lady breathe above her , it was as if she wasn't there at all, if she wasn't quite literally staring at her heels she would have believed she had returned inside.

Besides from that she couldn't even hear herself breathe, she minimized her heart beat and lungs respiration so low that it felt as if she was dying, her chest started to burn, it was as if she wasn't breathing at all. The girl heard a sigh of frustration before a loud slam of the door infront of her.

Well.... it's better than having your throat ripped out and being made into fine Romanian wine then being sold to the market.

Alcina sniffed walking back towards her desk. she held onto the rim of it for emotional support. She bit her lip as it quivered, while fighting back tears. Your voice rang through her mind, you were like a ghost, invisible with high amount of impact but held powerful memories. Alcina couldn't function or focus the way she should be. You were the only thing she thought about, the only person she ever truly loved or cared about besides her daughters. And to have you pulled out of her life by the hands of the person she hated so greatly made her feel as an failure even more.

It ate away at her heart to know that if you had died - as miranda said you did, that means that you spent the last few minutes of your life probably cold and afraid, thinking that it was her fault. But regardless, what ate her up the most was the fact that you died with holding her hand, without her being by your side until you took your last breathe. It wasn't fair, and it was her fault. It is her fault. After all she is a monster.

' Monster '

' Your a monster '

' No one loves you '

' Your the reason she's d- '

" SHUT UP" alcina picked up her vanity and threw it across the room with great power, breaking it in half and slightly cracking the floor of her office. That's definitely gonna need fixing.... which means someone will have to visit the castle. She didn't want any guests or company, not because of the rumors, or the uneasiness you felt as soon as you stepped foot into the palace, no alcina was bigger than that, what she wasn't bigger than was herself.

Not her literally self, the one she saw when she looked into the mirror, the one she felt 24/7 weighing down her shoulders, the one she heard most of the time.....her entire life, the one she felt deeply inside waiting to be unleashed, to be able to set the world ablaze and get rid of all human beings. The one she was called...... a monster..... this part of her..... this was the part she wasn't bigger than.

No matter how much she tried, no matter how much she fought..... it ate her up inside..... her inner soul was bruised, scared, busted, call it what you want, but the truth was she fought to keep the outside going strong and tall. While the fire was running low she fought to keep herself elegant and up right. Good Posture, perfect teeth, phenomenal business, respected name. All of it was just a show that people got to tell. What people failed to realize was that although Alcina may be dead on the inside..... she's still human.....

She still loved... she's still cared, for God's sake. This was the part of her she just couldn't get rid of. The weight of it all soon caught up to her and it and not light at all.

She missed you.... so so much, beyond explanation.... beyond belief.... she loved you, every part, your smile, your hair, the way you'd do a little nose scrunch when she tackled you onto the bed, your laugher, your dramatic side eyes when she said something that didn't quite suit your style. She cared for you.... so damn much too. Cared if you ate, if you slept, if you were happy.... and now you were gone.... erased from her memories, from her life.

She longed for you....

You stired as you slowly opened your eyes to see daylight. You blinked rapidly trying to clear your eyes and refocus your vision. After a while of low steady breathing you were finally able to open your eyes completely and take hold of your surroundings. The room was small, it reminded you of the vintage times. It was raged with cigarette smoke and burning medicine plants - too much burning medicine plants. The room wasn't clean but it also wasn't the tidest.

There was a small bed on which you laid on and another which was empty, there was another room connected to the room that you were in that had a beaded curtain handing before the entrance. From the view that you were sitting you could see an old woman slowly moving her hips side to side as she hummed softly to a playing jazz music that your ears couldn't yet pick up. You coughed as you tried to get up slowly, you instantly felt excruciating pain all over your body.

You fell back sobbing as your hands felt utterly weak. You heard small foot steps before seeing a familiar face. It was Carmen. Your mom's old yoga and herb cooking buddy. A small warm smile was plasted on her face as she sat on the stool infront of you.

" Easy now child, you don't want to make this wound worst" she spoke, her voice cracky and faint. She was dressed in a light pink night gown and a soft brown head band with her hair braided in a fish braid. She gently dipped a wash cloth in a bowl of green like liquid before gently pressing it to your wound that was located on your hip. You whimpered softly at the slight stinking sensation before it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. After multiple wips of her cleaning the wound she placed a badge on it.

" thank you carmen" you mumbled, your voice also being raspy from using for the fisrt time since God knows when. The elder woman smile before waving you off with her hand. She got up and and went back into the kitchen.

" how did I end up here?" You asked her before standing since you felt a bit more better now. You heard her chuckle before hearing some pans clack together.

" I found you laying in the forest the other day when I went out to pick berries, you were all cut up and bruised, could have swore you were a zombie or perhaps even a lycan" she laughed before emerging from the kitchen and into another room. You Curiously followed her just to find four small but widthful shelves of books.

She bent down groaning slightly before taking out some books and dusting them off and replacing them, continuing the step for others.

" I hoped you'd wake up soon, when I found you, you had only a faint pulse that lasted every twelve seconds, you were basically half dead. Anyway I need to go to the market, i'm sure you can fend for yourself, you did just fine, God knows how you ended up 36 miles out into the woods" you froze..... did she just say 36 miles..... into the woods....

" am I in south Romanian?!" You asked a bit too loudly. Carmen looked up at you with raised eyebrows.

" yes.... did you forget you and your mother use to hop the river to come visit me for my birthday? Silly girl, yes south Romanian, mother Miranda's old village, the one she used to rule over? Yes my dear" she moved towards the other selve and began packing.

" Carmen! Do you heard how crazy this sounds?! I live in north Romania, you know... where castle dimitrescu is?! " again your voice was on the raise and she didn't quite like it, but you didn't really care either. She sighed before getting up, she facial expression and body language completely changed into a colder one.

" have a seat child" you compiled before she sat infront if you with a very serious expression. She sighed before placing her hands down onto your thighs.

" your mother died y/n...." your eyes zoned and you swore you could hear your eyes ring as you heard your heart beat slow down. Carmen squeezed your thighs before continuing.

" it's a hard pill to swallow but you better do, my condolences my daughter" she said doing the sign of the cross. Your mother meant alot to you, she wasn't really a huge part of your life, you didn't even remember much of her. You remember being kidnapped from your house one night by mother miranda and seeing the terror on her face before you passed out, and seeing her in a dream once. You've lived in an orphanage for your entire life and that night was the first time that you got back your life to her.

That didn't meant you wouldn't miss her.... you just couldn't find a reason to miss her.... you barely even knew her to begin with.....

" you know that lady people said your in love with?.... you know.... tall, big vampire mommy lady with wings" you gaved her a sarcastic fake laugh before looking at her dead serious. She smirked before continuing.

" there was a rumor that she killed your mother....." you tilted your head to the right, trying to comprehend the information you just received. You shook your head before nervously laughing.

" No that's not true.... it was probably miranda but people are to scared to say that so they blame alcina, they always do that, trust me, miranda was the last person my mom saw so-" Carmen cut you off by shaking her head and tsking.

" No child..... your mother was killed six months ago... and if I'm not mistaken you were kidnapped and forced to work for this ' Alcina' almost two years ago.... look they said it was big boobs vampire lady, bird lady and some lady who's obsessed with carrying her doll everywhere" you were significantly frozened between reality and what carmen was telling you now - which would obviously be a lie.

No one is saying carmen is a lier but sometimes elderly people loss their minds as time goes by - especially is they love to gossip..... anway.... your mom is dead and you felt nothing, you don't even think you miss alcina, now that your away you feel.... nothing..... you don't miss her, part of you don't even seem to care if she's doing ok, it's as if you never loved her.... maybe your body is still in shook, carmen did say that you had been out for two days straight, maybe your sleep dprived and can't think straight or maybe........ no let's not go there.

Carmen could clearly see that you didn't believe her, getting her she sighed as she began to grab her belongs, shoes, shopping bags, bud spray and pepper spray.

" look child believe what you want, don't go cra cra over your mom too much, wishing on things that just weren't possible, i'm off, when I'm back maybe we can make cinnamon rolls and some soup to get you better" she smiled softly at you before leaving a small peck on your forehead then leaving. You decide that your going back to castle dimitrescu, you needed answers...... you demanded them..... and even if it's the last human thing that alcina is capable of doing she will give them to you.

You could feel it in your heart that you were drifting away from alcina..... that spark that you once felt.... that burning passion.... that burning love.... gone....

You didn't have any belongs at Carmen's but you walked with some of her stuff, like water, little protein bars, bud spray and a knife. You left her a note thanking her for her utmost compassion and kindness upon you before starting your very very long journey....

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Here's a request for you! Headmistress Miranda getting protective over MC after MC gets flirted with by someone else

A/N: I wrote a whole different story for this ask but forgot to save it :( I changed the whole thing and just wrote it all in one sitting. Sorry about the wait. Hope you enjoy!

Jelly?

Standing in front of the grand university, both hands occupied with cups of coffee (one for your boss who had a vile temper without coffee, and one for you) and unable to open the main door, you patiently waited for someone to come to your rescue.

In hindsight, you should’ve put your coffee on the cement ground, opened the door, and then picked it back up, but the lack of sleep from assignments and studying had your brain muddled.

You called out to a blonde, pretty girl about to walk past you.

“Hey! Could you open the door for me?” You said as loudly as you could without sounding rude.

She walks up to you and opens the door. She studied your face for a few seconds longer than normal, even squinted a bit. Before you can say “thank you” she asks you something that takes you off guard.

“Do I know you?” She asked, continued to scrutinize your face. She had light eyelashes, silky hair that reached down to her waist, and a twinkle in her eye.

“I… don’t think so?” You spoke falteringly. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around.

“You sure? You look pretty damn familiar... Maybe from my dreams?” She had a flustered look on her face after saying the most cliché line you’ve ever heard. Second-hand embarrassment hit you like a truck. A 20-ton truck.

You laughed awkwardly and didn’t speak.

Unbeknownst to you, Miranda was not in her office waiting for you but hunting you down outside. She caught sight of this unusual encounter and bristled with anger. Without hesitation, she hurried to your side and gave the girl a withering glare.

She turned and regarded you with a beatific expression. Gently taking the coffee from your hands, making sure to graze her fingers against yours, she casts a sardonic smile at the girl. Tightly gripping your wrist, she abruptly ends the conversation.

“Unfortunately for you, she is quite busy seeing that she is my assistant and has a considerable amount of filing to do.”

Internally you thanked God for not having to reject this oblivious girl.

Acting like she had no time to spare, she whisked you off to her office and you shot an apologetic smile at the girl, who still had the door handle in her clutches.

“What was that for—“ You ask, nearly tripping because of how fast Miranda was striding away, “—slow down!” You concentrated much harder than necessary to keep up with her power-walking. You both are the same height, how the hell is she walking so fast?

“You are aware she was flirting with you, correct?”

“Yeah but—“ You huff and puff before replying, “—That doesn’t mean you can or should be rude like that. You made a show of it, holding me down like that.”

She slows down and opens the door to her office. “I did not hold you down.” She says, before pulling you into her office.

It dawns on you. She was so, very very very jealous. You would never let her live it down. You glanced at her and took in the brooding look on her face.

“Be honest, were you jelly?”

She raised a brow at your funny slang, “No, I was not jelly as you put it… I was simply liberating you from that waste of space.” She moved toward her desk swiftly and silently.

You gasped at how easily “waste of space” left her mouth. Later, you would think about how much you abhorred this distasteful behaviour of hers, of how she was cruel to everyone around her. You ached for her to be more considerate of others.

“Miranda! That’s mean!”

“I apologize, my dove, but it’s the truth. Nobody on Earth could ever amount to anything worth being loved by you.” She pauses, “Except…perhaps... me? She blinked.

You let out a little laugh at that, not knowing how much she has done to keep you as hers. “You’re sweet.” You pulled her by the waist into your embrace, and admired her in the weak orange-yellow lighting of the lamps you bought to help you do paperwork without causing Miranda great distress.

“I love you forever,” You say, “even if that sounds corny as hell.”

That was one of the first times you had ever seen her smile so widely. You had absolutely no clue how much those four words meant to her.

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In The Dark (Multi-Part Series)

Chapter 1 - țara minunilor

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem! Wife! Original Character

Warnings before you read this series ; Postpartum Depression, Miscommunication, Established Relationship, Manipulation, Character Death, Insanity, Delusions, Implied Sexual Content, Cult, death of a child, Cannibalism, Angst, no happy ending, Depictions of Violence

Ao3 Version

Staring up at the large castle, she pressed her lips into a thin line of worry. Her forehead wrinkles a bit. She glanced over at her wife who just seemed excited to be here. She sighed softly before shifting their son in her arms. This didn’t feel right, but at least they wouldn’t have to pay rent or anything too tedious. She must be respectful too, this was her wife’s lineage after all. This was a part of her wife’s family. She gently felt a hand on her back, her eyes moving over to her loving wife.

“It’s beautiful love..” Her voice came out soft so as to not spook their easily crying son. Alcina seemed delighted at her wife’s words, she gently moved to hug her wife’s waist. Pressing her chin against the woman’s shoulder. “I know it looks a bit rough but.. it can be somewhere he can grow without worry. It can be somewhere for us to live together for years to come without being casted away for our marriage..”

The shorter female nodded her head as she looked at her wife. She pressed a small kiss to her wife’s lips as a breeze blew by. This breeze spooked the little one as he started to do that pre-cry where his little lip would start to shiver and soft whimpers would leave him. She sighed a bit at this, not wishing for their son to start wailing right there. She didn’t like to admit it but he tired her out sometimes. Sometimes it was hard to feel a connection to him.

Alcina seemed to notice their son's shiver. She gently nodded her head and moved to grab a key from her bag. “Come. Let’s head inside, it’s getting late and I don't want Callum getting sick.” 

The other woman nodded her head as she moved to follow after her wife up to the steps. Her wife unlocked the door then moved to step inside, holding the door open for the shorter female. She slightly shuffled on her feet as she stepped inside to the corridor. It was nice, dusty but nice. Yet she could still feel that small shiver running up her back. The feeling of someone watching her was at an all time high.. It was an old castle, of course it’d give her the creeps. Also adding to the fact that it was towards the end of the day. So she couldn’t see much, especially with the curtains covering the windows.

Her wife slightly pressed a hand on her lower back, leaning down to mumble in her ear. “I’ll go find some candles. They’re bound to have one somewhere around here.”

The shorter female nodded her head, watching her wife turn to go walk down the hall. Alcina had always been the more brave type. Whilst she never was, hell she often felt scared of her own shadow. A small gurgle came from the baby, her eyes looked down at him. A soft smile on her lips. She took in a breath, shifting on her body weight. “I know.. This is quite odd, but I'm sure we’ll settle in once our stuff arrives. Along with all your toys.”

She slightly moved to take a step over to a bookshelf, her free hand slightly running over the dust. A soft sigh left her. They’d have to get this clean.. She wouldn’t want Callum falling ill. Her eyes slightly trailed over the books, squinting a bit through the darkness to find a book that was child appropriate. Half of these she hadn’t even heard off. Rich people..

She shook her head before noticing a familiar book. It wasn’t exactly baby appropriate in her eyes, but it’d have to do. She moved to grab the book, sliding it out of its spot. A soft breath left her as she moved to walk over to the steps, sitting down with Callum to wait for Alcina. She didn't exactly feel comfortable walking off into the castle without her wife by her side. It probably wouldn’t be safe either. Lord knows how many broken pieces of wood or steps there were. Her soft voice filled the air as she started to read to Callum softly. Hoping the story would calm his small whimpers which would eventually lead to cries. 

She continued to read until a voice spoke up. By the time Alcina got back, she had her nose in the book with Callum in her arms. It was hard to see until a light came up by the book. Her eyes looked up to see Alcina's eyes which had a slight shine of gold in them, illuminated by the fire. Alcina smiled warmly at the sight of her wife reading to their son.

“Maria.. dear, sorry it took so long. It got darker in the main hall, so it took me a bit longer.”

Maria’s eyes looked up at her wife and just offered a soft smile with a nod. She moved to close the book before standing with a slight breath. Her eyes drifted over to the chamberstick in her wife's hand, candle burning to add some light to the dark area. 

“It’s alright.. I am quite glad you're back. I was worried you had gotten lost. That I would have to go myself to find you.”

“Ah well, it is a good thing you did not. This castle is not exactly in the best shape for a woman with a baby to traverse alone in the dark.” Alcina mumbled softly, she pressed a soft kiss to her wifes temple. Adoration always seemed to be present in her eyes ever since their first meeting. 

Walking into the main hall, it was quite the mess. Dust covering a lot of the surface, furniture covered up by white sheets. She slightly moved to hand Callum to Alcina and grabbed the chamberstick as well. She then walked over to the staircase, peering up it. Her slightly tanned hand sliding over the woodwork that was most likely very expensive to have made. Her lips pressed into a soft line. A breath leaving her. The candle provided some light to see it. A question then came from her lips.

“ ‘Cina.. can we afford this all? It is obviously going to need quite the work to fix up.. And that costs..”

Her wife chuckled a bit at Maria’s question, head tilting to the side with a smile spreading on her unpainted lips for once. She moved to walk over softly. Her arms securely holding Callum as she looked down at her wife, dipping down a bit to press a soft kiss to her lips. Her words came out softly. “Do not worry of that.. I shall handle it.”

Maria raised an eyebrow at her wifes words. What could she possibly mean with that cryptic ass phrasing? At this point, every question she had asked Alcina pertaining to how she acquired the castle or even the means to move had been deflected. She was not the type to push but it was really beginning to become questionable.

Instead they just decided to take a small look around the lower floor. Maria had left their son with Alcina for the moment as she headed towards two double doors, pushing one open. Her eyes glanced around what she could only assume to be the dining room. A white sheet covered the table lazily, the chairs were covered as well. She walked around the table and over to the windows, she tilted her head as she looked out at the outer courtyard. Perhaps she could meet with some of the mothers in the village. She still wanted Callum to have friends after all. 

Alcina herself was walking around the main hall, the six month old sitting in her arms. Looking at her with wondering eyes. She slightly glanced down at him with a slight breath. “We’re going to have to see if we can find you a cradle or something.. Your other mother is dead set on you having your own bed, she doesn’t believe in bed sharing. Can not really blame her though.” Alcina’s eyes then noticed another candle. She moved to grab the matches out of her pocket, lighting the candle before grabbing the chamberstick. She moved to then head upstairs carefully, not wishing to fall with the baby and chamber stick in hand. Callum was always fairly calm with her, much more so than with Maria. It wasn’t hard to see how much her wife often struggled to wish to be near the baby. It was a push-pull situation, especially with the heightened emotions ever since the birth. Maria would never admit it, but Alcina pays attention enough to see it all. To see when the shorter female would need moments to herself or would be on the verge of a breakdown, so it took Alcina slipping in to handle Callum for her wife.

By the time Maria went to find her wife, Alcina was back sitting in the main hall on a couch she had uncovered. Callum was peacefully asleep in her arms as she was flipping through a book. A soft breath left her lips as Maria set her own chamberstick on a nearby shelf. She then moved to sit next to her wife. “This place is too big..” Alcina let a laugh slip through her lips as she looked at Maria with a raised eyebrow.

“If i'm correct there is still an entire basement and another part to the castle.” At these words, Maria looked over at her wife almost like she was insane. What in the hell would they do with all this space? She would have just been fine with a small house, maybe a wrap around porch. She did not grow up exactly well off so she wasn’t used to such space. She sighed before laying her head on Alcina’s shoulder. A small frown pulling at her lips. Soft brown eyes glancing around the room then over to the lit fireplace. “Did you light the fireplace?” Maria mumbled softly. Her words made her wife look over, a slight shake of her head before looking back at the book. 

Maria’s eyes drifted back to the fireplace in confusion. The fire flickering against her skin as she sat up a bit. Great, welcome to wonderland where fires light themselves.