#alcina dimitrescu imagine

[naturesapphic]

Can I request a modern au for lady Dimitrescu where the reader has been her daughters’ babysitter for years and Alcina is in love with her?

Headcannon: where modern lady dimitrscu is in love with the babysitter

Modern!lady dimitrescu x babysitter!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff

- you’ve been the babysitter for the dimitrescu kids for a few years now

- while you’ve been taking care of the kids

- you’ve developed feelings for their mother

- you always admired her work ethic and the love she has for her girls

- she was always nice to you and considered you part of their family

- the girls adore you and love having you around

- most of the time they actually listen to you but not all the time

- sometimes you have to threaten to tell their mother for them to behave

- over the years their mother has warmed up to you

- when you first started she seemed cold and to herself

- she didn’t think you would stay this long with her and her girls

- but she’s very glad that you did

- she knew you were the one when she would find you with her girls teaching them some stuff, reading, or they will be asleep around you while you would be fast asleep with them

- she loves how you treat her daughters

- they consider you their other mother instead of a babysitter

- they want their mom and you to be together

- the girls both know that y’all like each other

- they can tell by the way the both of you look at each other and how y’all act

- the girls went to their mothers room and convinced her to act on her romantic feelings towards you

- you were scrolling through your phone in your room when you heard a sudden knock on the door

- “it’s open!” You exclaimed

- alcina dunked into the doorway as she walked into your room, over to the bed where you were

- you were surprised to see her this late but it must be important for her to be here

- she took a seat at the end of your bed and she looked up at you with a shy expression

- you’ve never seen her this shy and nervous before

- “I’m in love with you y/n…” alcina confessed and your mouth hung open in shock

- she got scared by your silence and started to stand up

- you immediately stopped her “no no! Please stay! I’m sorry…I’m just shocked.” You said shyly

- “I understand…but do you feel the same towards me? My daughters said you do but if they lied to me I swear on mother Miranda that I-“ she said but you interrupted her at the end

- “no! I’m in love with you too. The girls wouldn’t lie to you like that.” You said and she gave you a big smile

- “you truly do love me?” She asked you shyly and you nodded your head yes with the biggest smile plastered on both of y’all’s faces.

- you were so glad that the girls told lady dimitrescu about how you feel

- which you are curious on how they found out about that

- but either way you are grateful because now you have four women you love. A future wife and three amazing potential daughters.

- you are so glad you became their babysitter because it got you to where you are now

A/n: I hope the anon who requested it likes it and I’m so sorry I took so long to make it and I hope that the rest of y’all like it too. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest and happy new years guys! I love you all! :)

[heisenberg-simp257]

I saw the Requests open so, yeahhhhh

The 4 lords (separate) with a crush!reader who's, yes have a crush on

Who's really, really, really, oblivious, like a lot, that they can't even take one small Hint,

And the 4 lords (separate) Finally confessed, The confession took 4 hours to understand the reader.

Thank you for reading!

I think I understand! Hope you enjoy! 💖 Sorry if it's wrong anywhere!

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The Four Lords with an Oblivious Crush!Reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

-When it comes to having a crush on someone, Alcina is usually very patient. She's not one to get giddy or overly excited, but she does feel a sense of pleasantness when around her crush. That being said, it's very hard for said person to realize her fondness because she is very subtle about it.

-Especially when that someone is as oblivious as you are.

-You don't recognize anything as flirtatious, which upsets her because Alcina always believes that her subtle hints were brilliantly thought out, and then you don't even see it. She tends to sulk a bit afterwards, and you have to pry her on why. Which sucks because Alcina gives up on telling you the exact reason.

-Her daughters try to help in any way they can because their mother has ranted about your oblivious behavior to them, but even those three can't get through to you. They won't tell you about Alcina's feelings out of respect, but they sure as hell give hints.

-One day she can't take it anymore and prepares some wine to tell you about how she feels. Knowing Alcina, it was very dramatic and a lot of words were used. But still, to anyone else, it would have been very straightforward. Except for you, who kept thinking she was talking about friendship.

-It only took four grueling hours for you to get what she was talking about.

-You confessed that you never realized what she was trying to get across and apologized profusely for it. She was a bit strained during this whole exchange but was relieved that it was over and you returned her feelings for you. Now you'll recognize all her gestures were coming from love.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-Donna is extremely shy when it comes to having a crush on someone and it all stems back to her insecurities. She never feels like she's good enough for someone to love, but Donna is trying to push herself to express her feelings to that person she likes. But she is very very subtle about it, which doesn't help anyone.

-Especially you, who can never recognize a hint.

-And it's not always your fault because Donna isn't even the best at giving hints. Everything she does would be considered friendly, even by a person who isn't as oblivious as you. She would make you things, fix things for you, and make you all this tea. You interpret it a lot differently than how she's trying to display it as. Every time after, she would go to her room and just stare out the window.

-Angie is way more upfront about the whole situation, but the funny part is that she never brings up Donna's feelings. The doll just gets angry at you for "not getting it", which you don't understand in the slightest. Donna has to come and apologize with a red and flustered face.

-It takes Donna literal months before she realizes that this isn't going to work and she needs to just make the first move, which honestly scares her even more. She just wants to do it fast like ripping off a band-aid. It would be just Donna's luck that she would have to explain herself over and over again because you didn't understand what she was trying to say (due to her mumbling and your obliviousness).

-Four hours later and she's an emotional puddle on the floor.

-You were embarrassed for her and yourself as well for not noticing her advances (which weren't too much to be honest). Now you both were being kind of awkward as you tried to explain your own feelings for her. Each time she does something for you now, you pay extra close attention to it because you want her to know you understand now.

Salvatore Moreau

-Moreau is a big bundle of love when it comes to having a crush on somebody. Not only that, but he gets a crush quite easily. All it takes is a smile or a laugh before his attention is just on you. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he's not one to give up when it comes to giving signs. Moreau is oddly patient which is good because it's going to take him a while to get the message across.

-You were a very oblivious person when it came to things like this.

-However, sometimes Moreau doesn't even realize that you didn't understand what his little gestures meant. He's so excited to give you more affection that he didn't know it went over your head. In your eyes, he was just being really nice to you since adjusting to life in this area had been hard. You didn't even realize that his affections go much farther than that.

-Eventually though, Moreau recognizes that his gestures aren't doing anything. He isn't stupid no matter what Heisenberg says. He starts to realize that he's going to have to take another approach. Unlike the other lords, he doesn't get nervous or embarrassed when it comes to things like this.

-It was easy for him to sit with you and explain his growing feelings outright. Moreau was direct and concise, probably adding more words than needed, but he was just that kind of guy. He thought was easily getting the point across and that it was going to end well. Moreau didn't expect you to be as dense as you are, no offense.

-It took him a whopping four hours for you to realize his crush.

-At this point, he was beyond exhausted yet relieved that you finally knew. You felt a little embarrassed that he had to explain all this just for you to understand how he feels. With that in mind, you were a little flustered as well. But you were grateful. Now, things can have a more special meaning.

Karl Heisenberg

-If Moreau is a ball of love, then Heisenberg is a vacant field of isolation. He's never had a "crush" on anyone or he might just crush himself. To him, love is a weakness that needs to be eradicated. And perhaps that view of thinking stems from the fact that he didn't know or understand any form of real love. But when he gets a crush on you, he's in for a ride.

-Because you are the densest and most oblivious person he knows, and it kills him.

-Heisenberg didn't know how to give hints about how he feels towards you because he's never experienced this before. To be honest, your obliviousness was most likely also due to his inexperience. Still, it gets him frustrated that his little acts of kindness go unnoticed because that's just how Heisenberg is when it comes to things not going his way.

-The more this goes on, the more Heisenberg fears that he will have to speak up about it otherwise it was going to drive him nuts. He can't handle his emotions very well, so sometimes his aggression is directed from his inability to handle how he feels about you. He'll also self-isolate which also gives you the wrong impression. But it's the sit down with him that's kind of scary for you.

-Because of the obliviousness, he has to sit with you face to face in order to get the message across. Not only that, but you have no clue what he's about to discuss with you because you never recognized the signs he was giving. Frankly, it was because he also didn't hand out many signs. Heisenberg was stubborn, stuttering, and overall nervous as he told you how he felt. Which also didn't work in his favor.

-This led to four hours of him having to repeat and explain himself.

-He thought his face was going to melt from how hot it was. Congratulations, you have finally broken Lord Heisenberg's walls and turned him into a puddle of mush. He sincerely hopes you return the feelings for him otherwise he will just combust and probably smush himself under a piece of scrap metal. You were probably just as flushed as he was about the realization, promising to be better about it from now on. Give him a hug and he will explode.

[horeformilfs]

Rescued From the Nightmares

Miracina x Fem! Reader

TW: Blood, Mentions of ED Behaviors, Mentions of Poison and Torture

Liniștește-te, îngeraș. Ești în siguranță = Calm down, little angel. You're safe

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Amidst the dense forest, Alcina Dimitrescu and her daughters, Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela, prowled gracefully, their senses sharp and instincts honed for the hunt. The crisp air carried whispers of prey, but something else lingered—a foreign scent, unfamiliar and intriguing.

Bela's keen nose twitched as she caught wind of it, her brows furrowing in curiosity. "Mother," she murmured, her voice a soft melody in the twilight, "do you smell that?"

Alcina, towering and regal, nodded, her crimson lips curling into a predatory smile. "Yes, my dear. I've noticed it too," she replied, her golden eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Let us follow it and see what secrets this forest holds."

With a nod from their mother, the Dimitrescu daughters ventured deeper into the woods, their steps silent and purposeful. Alcina's directive echoed in their minds—explore, hunt, but remain vigilant.

Bela suggested they split up to cover more ground, a notion that Alcina entertained. "Very well," she conceded, her voice carrying authority softened by maternal concern. "Bela, Cassandra, you shall pair up. Daniela, you are with me."

And so they dispersed, weaving through the shadows with practiced ease. Bela and Cassandra navigated the labyrinth of trees until they stumbled upon a clearing, where a young woman lay unconscious, her form draped in a cloak of darkness and blood.

Cassandra's brow furrowed in concern as she knelt beside the fallen figure. "What do we do, Bela?" she asked, her voice a whisper in the stillness of the night.

Bela hesitated, her gaze flickering between her sister and the stranger at their feet. "We bring her to Mother," she decided, her tone resolute. "She will know what to do."

They carried the unconscious woman back to the agreed meeting point, where Alcina and Daniela awaited their return. Alcina's gaze narrowed as she took in the sight before her, her maternal instincts tinged with caution.

"Who is she?" Alcina inquired, her voice a velvet whisper laced with authority.

"We found her while exploring, Mother," Bela explained, her voice steady despite the weight of uncertainty.

Alcina regarded the stranger with a measured gaze before nodding in agreement. "We shall bring her back to the castle," she decided, her voice commanding yet gentle. With practiced grace, Bela transferred the injured woman into Alcina's arms, their journey back to the castle beginning in silence.

The grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu welcomed the returning huntresses with an air of quiet anticipation. Alcina's wife, Miranda, awaited their arrival, her presence a calming anchor amidst the storm of their nightly endeavors. As the Dimitrescu daughters approached, Miranda greeted them with a warm smile, her gaze flickering with curiosity.

"How was the hunt, my darlings?" Miranda inquired, her voice a soothing melody in the cavernous hall.

Cassandra's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as she recounted their exploits, her words painting a vivid picture of the night's escapades. But Miranda's smile faltered when her eyes fell upon the unconscious woman cradled in Alcina's arms, her brow furrowing in concern.

"What happened?" Miranda asked, her tone laced with worry as she turned to Alcina for answers.

Bela stepped forward, her voice steady as she explained their unexpected encounter in the abandoned base. Miranda listened intently, her expression softening with understanding as she absorbed the tale.

Alcina, ever composed, interjected with a gentle reminder of the woman's injuries. "Miranda, she is in need of your expertise," she stated, her voice a velvet whisper tinged with concern.

Miranda nodded, her resolve firm as she accepted the responsibility thrust upon her. With a graceful motion, Alcina transferred the unconscious woman into Miranda's waiting arms, their gazes locking in silent reassurance before Miranda disappeared down the dimly lit corridors, her burden cradled close to her heart.

Left alone with her daughters, Alcina's focus shifted to the task at hand. "Clean yourselves up," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. "Dinner will be served in a few hours."

The Dimitrescu daughters nodded in understanding, their movements fluid as they made their way to their chambers to prepare for the evening ahead. Meanwhile, Alcina dispatched a maid to fetch Miranda's equipment, ensuring that her wife had all she needed to tend to their unexpected guest.

Alone in their shared room, Alcina found Miranda tending to the stranger's wounds with practiced expertise, her hands gentle yet sure as she worked. With a soft smile, Alcina offered her assistance, their bond a silent testament to the strength of their union.

Miranda's skilled hands moved with precision as she tended to the unconscious woman, her focus unwavering despite the weight of uncertainty that hung in the air. Alcina stood by her side, a silent sentinel ready to offer assistance at a moment's notice.

As they worked, their conversation drifted to the mysterious circumstances surrounding the woman's appearance in the abandoned base. They speculated quietly, weaving tales of intrigue and danger, each possibility more fantastical than the last.

With practiced ease, Miranda finished attending to the woman's injuries, her touch gentle as she wrapped them in sterile dressings. She cleaned her equipment methodically, her movements a ballet of efficiency and grace.

A faint stir from the woman interrupted their quiet conversation, and Miranda's hand instinctively reached out to steady her. Alcina's voice, a soothing balm in the darkness, reassured the woman of her safety, her words a promise of protection amidst the unknown.

But the woman, disoriented and confused, attempted to rise from her makeshift bed. Miranda's gentle touch halted her movement, her voice soft yet firm as she urged the woman to rest.

"You're safe now," Alcina assured her, her gaze unwavering as she met the woman's eyes. "You're in good hands."

The young woman's words cut through the air like a chilling breeze, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "I need to leave," she pleaded, her eyes darting nervously towards the door. "They'll hurt me if they find me here."

But her legs buckled beneath her, and she stumbled, leaning heavily against the sturdy wooden doorframe for support. Alcina approached her cautiously, her voice a soothing melody amidst the woman's turmoil.

"You're safe here," Alcina reassured her, her tone gentle yet unwavering. "No one will harm you."

Miranda's keen gaze softened as she observed the young woman's distress, her heart aching with empathy for the pain etched in her features. "You need antibiotics," Miranda explained calmly, her voice a steady anchor in the storm.

At the mention of needles, the woman's eyes widened with fear, her body tensing in anticipation. "No, please, not again," she pleaded, her voice tinged with anguish.

Alcina's brow furrowed in concern as she listened to the woman's words, a sense of foreboding settling over her. "What do you mean, 'again'?" she inquired gently, her voice laced with quiet concern.

"They..." the woman trailed off, her voice choked with emotion. "They always give me shots," she confessed, her words heavy with the weight of trauma.

Miranda guided the woman to the bed, her touch gentle as she offered comfort and reassurance. She sat beside her, her presence a steady anchor in the tumult of emotions swirling around them.

As Alcina administered the injections, Miranda offered words of encouragement, her voice a soothing balm to the woman's frayed nerves. With the first needle's prick, the woman held her breath, her knuckles turning white as she clutched Miranda's hand in a vice-like grip.

"Remember to breathe, sweetheart," Miranda murmured, her voice a gentle reminder of their shared humanity.

The second injection followed, and the woman squeezed Miranda's hand tightly, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain. Miranda praised her bravery, her words a beacon of light in the darkness of her fear.

"You did very well, my dear," Alcina added, her voice warm with pride as she applied bandaids to the tiny puncture wounds.

The young woman's eyelids grew heavy, the effects of the medication beginning to take hold. With a soft sigh, she swayed dizzily, her strength ebbing away as she slipped from the edge of the bed. Alcina's swift reflexes caught her before she could hit the ground, her voice a steady anchor in the swirling sea of confusion.

"Easy now," Alcina murmured, her arms enfolding the woman in a protective embrace. With gentle care, she lifted her and settled her back onto the bed, beside Miranda.

The woman, her name still a mystery, sought solace in Miranda's presence, her heart yearning for the warmth of connection amidst the chill of uncertainty. Miranda welcomed her into her embrace, her touch tender as she brushed a stray lock of hair from the woman's face.

Alcina watched over them, her gaze soft with compassion as she took a seat beside the young woman. She reached out, her hand resting lightly on the woman's shoulder, a silent gesture of support and reassurance.

"You're safe here, sweetheart," Miranda whispered, her voice a gentle caress in the darkness. "Rest now, and let your worries fade away."

Alcina's voice joined Miranda's, their words weaving a tapestry of comfort and solace around the woman. "We'll protect you," she promised, her tone firm yet gentle. "You're not alone."

The young woman's lips parted in a feeble attempt to speak, her voice barely a whisper amidst the quiet of the room. Miranda's gentle touch silenced her, a soft shushing sound soothing her restless mind.

"Rest now, my dear," Miranda murmured, her voice a gentle melody in the darkness. "There will be time to talk later, once you're feeling better."

The woman, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion, nodded weakly, her protests silenced by the comforting embrace of sleep. She sank deeper into Miranda's arms, her body yielding to the pull of slumber as the warmth of safety enveloped her.

Curiosity flickered in her eyes as she gazed up at the two older women, a silent question lingering on her lips. Alcina's voice, warm and reassuring, broke the stillness of the room as she introduced herself and Miranda.

"I am Alcina Dimitrescu, and this is my wife, Miranda," Alcina explained, her tone gentle yet proud. "And you, my dear, what is your name?"

Miranda's gaze softened as she awaited the woman's response, her heart brimming with compassion for the stranger in their midst. "We would like to know who you are sweet girl," she added, her voice a gentle invitation to trust.Y/n's voice, soft and hesitant, broke the silence of the room. "My name is Y/n," she murmured, her eyes flickering with uncertainty as she met Miranda and Alcina's gazes.

The apology tumbled from Y/n's lips, her voice laced with self-doubt. Alcina's brow furrowed in confusion at the unexpected apology, prompting Y/n to explain her concern about intruding on their relationship.

Alcina's gaze softened, a flicker of understanding passing between her and Miranda. "You have nothing to apologize for, my dear," Alcina assured her, her voice warm with reassurance. "You are not an inconvenience."

Miranda echoed Alcina's sentiment, her touch gentle as she urged Y/n to rest. "Sleep now," Miranda whispered, her words a soothing lullaby in the stillness of the room. "We'll talk more later."

With a tender kiss to Y/n's forehead, Alcina bid Miranda and Y/n farewell, her footsteps fading into the distance as she left the room. Y/n shifted slightly, pulling away from Miranda's embrace, her eyes clouded with uncertainty.

"Are you alright?" Miranda asked, her voice soft with concern as she observed the turmoil in Y/n's expression.

Y/n's response was hesitant, her words tinged with guilt. "I shouldn't be getting so close to a married woman," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Miranda's touch was gentle yet firm as she drew Y/n back into her embrace. "If you need comfort right now, that's what matters," Miranda reassured her, her words a beacon of understanding in the darkness of Y/n's doubts. "You're not doing anything to jeopardize our marriage."

Y/n relaxed into Miranda's arms, her fears melting away in the warmth of their shared embrace. Miranda pulled the duvet over them both, cocooning them in a blanket of safety and comfort as Y/n nestled closer to her.

With a final kiss to Y/n's forehead, Miranda whispered words of comfort as Y/n drifted off to sleep, the weight of the world easing from her shoulders in the embrace of those who dared to care. And in the heart of Castle Dimitrescu, amidst shadows and secrets, a stranger found solace in the arms of those who welcomed her with open hearts.

Amidst the quiet intimacy of their room, Alcina returned from her brief check on the girls, her footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit chamber. She approached Miranda with a questioning gaze, concern etched into the lines of her elegant features.

"How is she?" Alcina inquired, her voice a gentle murmur as she regarded Miranda with a mixture of curiosity and worry.

Miranda's gaze softened as she turned to face her wife, a small smile gracing her lips. "She's sleeping now," Miranda replied, her voice soft with reassurance. "She was worried about us being married."

Alcina's brow furrowed in confusion at the revelation, prompting Miranda to explain Y/n's concerns. "She doesn't understand why she feels that way," Miranda added, her voice tinged with empathy.

A tender silence enveloped them as they pondered the complexities of Y/n's feelings. "I don't mind that she's come into our lives," Miranda confessed, her words a testament to the depth of her compassion.

Alcina's gaze softened with understanding, her hand reaching out to intertwine with Miranda's. "I agree," she murmured, her voice a whispered affirmation of their shared sentiment.

They lingered in quiet companionship for a while longer, their thoughts drifting amidst the gentle ebb and flow of conversation. Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and soon, the aroma of dinner wafted into the room, heralding the arrival of their meal.

Miranda stirred Y/n gently from her slumber, her touch tender as she guided the sleepy woman to sit up. Y/n instinctively gravitated towards Miranda, seeking solace in the comforting embrace of the older woman.

Alcina's voice broke the silence, her tone warm with affection as she informed Y/n of their dinner. With her help, Y/n sat up and began to eat, the simple act of nourishment a testament to the newfound bond forged between them.

But as Y/n pushed the food around on her plate, Alcina gently urged her to eat, her voice filled with concern. "You should try to eat something, my dear. It will help settle your stomach," she suggested, her eyes flickering with worry.

Y/n hesitated, her appetite diminished by memories too painful to share. "I'm not hungry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Miranda exchanged a concerned glance with Alcina, her brow furrowing in worry. "Is there a specific reason why you don't want to eat?" she inquired gently, her voice filled with empathy.

Y/n's gaze flickered with hesitation, her mind torn between the desire to confide in them and the fear of burdening them with her past. But finally, she found the courage to speak, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession.

"When I was given meals at the base... they were usually poisoned," she admitted, her words heavy with the weight of truth. "They wanted to see which poisons I was immune to."

Shock and anger rippled across Alcina and Miranda's faces at Y/n's revelation, their hearts heavy with the weight of her suffering. "We would never do such a thing," Alcina vowed, her voice laced with righteous indignation. "We want you to be safe here."

Miranda's hand reached out to gently touch Y/n's, her touch a silent reassurance of their commitment to her well-being. "We want to help you," she murmured, her voice soft yet determined. "Please, try to eat something small. It will help with the antibiotics."

With a shared understanding passing between them, Y/n nodded slowly, her trust in Alcina and Miranda growing with each passing moment. 

As the weeks passed, Y/n found herself gradually integrating into the life of Castle Dimitrescu. She formed bonds with Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, the Dimitrescu daughters taking a liking to her gentle nature and welcoming her into their fold. But it was with Alcina and Miranda that Y/n grew closest, finding solace and security in their presence.

Despite the warmth of their companionship, Y/n continued to sleep on the floor each night, a silent testament to the lingering trauma that haunted her dreams. The softness of the bed and the comfort of the room were foreign to her, a stark contrast to the harsh realities she had endured before being rescued by Alcina and her daughters.

To Y/n, the comforts of the bed were reserved for those who had earned them, not for someone like her. So she sought refuge on the familiar embrace of the floor, finding solace in the hum of the heating and the warmth of a simple rug beneath her.

It was only when Miranda and Alcina gently encouraged her to embrace the comfort of the bed that Y/n began to realize the true extent of her fear of sleep. The gentle weight of the comforter, the warmth of the mattress, and the softness of the pillows were foreign sensations, overwhelming in their unfamiliarity.

But with their reassurance, Y/n tentatively allowed herself to sink into the embrace of the bed, the promise of safety and comfort beckoning her into the realm of sleep. Yet, as the night wore on, the darkness of her dreams crept in, suffocating her with its tendrils of fear and despair.

The first night in the shared bed was plagued by bone-deep screams, the echoes of her nightmares reverberating through the quiet of the room. Alcina and Miranda at her side in a n instant, their gentle words a soothing balm to her troubled soul as they guided her back to the shores of wakefulness.

But even as they slipped back into unconsciousness, the nightmares returned with a vengeance, tearing through the fragile veil of sleep with relentless ferocity. Hour after hour, Y/n fought against the darkness, her throat raw from screams and her body drenched in sweat.

Yet, through it all, Alcina and Miranda remained steadfast at her side, their unwavering presence a beacon of light in the darkness of her nightmares. And as the night faded into dawn, Y/n clung to their comfort, the promise of a new day offering a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of her past.

The echoes of Y/n's screams filled the room, jolting both Alcina and Miranda from their sleep. Right away, they were at her side, their comforting presence a shield against the encroaching darkness of her nightmares.

Miranda gently cradled Y/n in her arms, feeling the tremors that coursed through her body. "Draga mea, shh, you're safe," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody in the night.

Alcina's hand rested on Y/n's shoulder, her touch firm yet gentle. "Îngeraș, we're here for you," she reassured, her voice a comforting murmur.

Y/n, caught in the throes of her nightmares, clung to Miranda, her tears soaking into the fabric of her nightshirt. Between sobs, she tried to articulate the horrors that plagued her dreams, but her words were disjointed and unintelligible.

Miranda pressed a tender kiss to Y/n's forehead, her voice a calming presence amidst the storm. "Shh, my dear, it's okay. We're here with you," she murmured, her fingers gently stroking Y/n's hair.

Alcina leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/n's temple. "Take your time, îngeraș. We're not going anywhere," she said, her voice a steady reassurance.

The trio remained intertwined in the bed, a tableau of comfort and solace in the face of Y/n's turmoil. Alcina and Miranda worked in tandem to calm her racing heart and ease the tension that gripped her.

As Y/n continued to cry into Miranda's neck, Alcina whispered soothing words in Romanian, the melodic cadence a balm to Y/n's restless soul. "Liniștește-te, îngeraș. Ești în siguranță," she murmured, her voice a gentle lullaby.

Miranda continued her soft reassurances, offering a comforting refuge for Y/n to lean into. "It's alright, my dear. We're here to help you through this," she whispered, her words a promise of unwavering support.

After some time, as Y/n's sobs began to subside, Alcina and Miranda exchanged a knowing glance. "Let's talk about it in the morning," Alcina suggested, her tone filled with understanding.

Miranda nodded in agreement, gently wiping away Y/n's tears. "Sleep, Draga mea. We'll face this together when the sun rises," she murmured, her words a gentle promise of a new day, free from the shadows of the night.

[asylummint]

A Love Unforeseen

Fem!reader

I've loved lady D since the release of Resident Evil 8 and so now that I'm back to writing I thought I'd indulge.

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In the grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu, the air was thick with opulence and history. Alcina Dimitrescu, the imposing mistress of the castle, moves with regal grace as she oversaw the daily operations of the estate. Servants scurried about, attending to their duties with precision and diligence.

Among them was a maid named (y/n), her gentle demeanor and doe-like eyes contrasting with the imposing grandeur of her surroundings. She moved through the corridors with a quiet efficiency, her soft footsteps barely making a sound against the polished marble floors.

Alcina couldn't help but notice (y/n)'s presence, her beauty and grace standing out amidst the bustling activity of the castle, there was something about the maid that intrigued her, a certain innocence and purity that she found herself drawn to despite her best efforts to maintain her composure.

As days turned into weeks, Alcina found herself seeking out (y/n)'s company more and more, relishing the moments they shared in quiet conversation or brief encounters in the hallways. She was captivated by the maid's gentle nature and genuine kindness, finding solace in her presence amidst the chaos of her responsibilities as mistress of the castle.

One evening, as Alcina walked the halls alone, her thoughts filled with thoughts of (y/n), she came upon the maid standing by a window, her silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. There was a sadness in her eyes that tugged at Alcina's heart, stirring emotions within her that she had long thought buried.

"(y/n)," Alcina's voice was barely a whisper as she approached, her gaze softening as she took in the sight of the maid before her. "What troubles you, my dear?"

(Y/n) turned to face her, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Alcina standing before her. "My lady!" She gasped softly "I... I was just lost in thought."

Alcina stepped closer, her hand reaching out to gently brush against (y/n)'s cheek. "You needn't carry your burdens alone my dear, I may be the lady of this castle, but you have me." She said softly, her heart aching at the maid's sadness.

(Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat at the tender gesture, her gaze meeting Alcina's with a mixture of surprise and longing. In that moment the air between them crackled with an unspoken tension, a palpable connection neither of them could deny.

And as the moon hung high in the sky, casting its soft light upon them, Alcina found herself leaning closer, her lips brushing against (y/n)'s in a gentle kiss that spoke volumes of the love that had blossomed between them, a love that neither expected but longed for in secret.

In the halls of Castle Dimitrescu, amidst the whispers of the night, a new chapter began for Alcina and (y/n), a chapter filled with love, passion, and the promise of a future together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of their hearts.

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[ladydimitrescusdarling]

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[ajulisz]

Someone is trying to sell pets to our Lady

Relationship type: You're Alcinas pet

MC Pronouns: They/Them

CW: Slavery (trade, chained - but not you), mention of death, mention of cannibalism, chocking, pet names, collar, some petting for you at the end because you deserve it :)

A/N: Do I still need to mention that you have a dom/sub dynamics outside the bedroom even after all this warnings?

*Althought me and my gf re-read this, good to remind that English is not our first language so there's still probably some typos*

With an eyebrow raise your Lady's eyes snapped from you to the merchant in front of her, it was normal this time of the year for some travelers to request meetings with her, normally she doesn't even look at them, too bored with fiddling with the strings of your collar or amusing herself with their fear to find anything of theirs interesting. But the bare mention of her pets always caused a reaction on her, a kind of possessiveness always took control.

- Hello my Lady, I'm a mere trader, I came from far away because I heard that your... pets, are the most behaved ones.

- Yes, they are. Go straight to the point, what do you have.

- Oh, simply other 'pets', I travel the world collecting and selling them to the best leaders.

She liked the flattering, the immortals trying their best, getting on their knees bowing and begging her for the mercy that only she could concede because it was genuine coming from their fear and admiration. But adulation was out of question, and it was the first and last strike to make her lose interest.

Making them believe that she still cares was simply a fun way to keep them in line while crushing their hope and making it seem like it was their fault.

- Is that so? Why don't you show me then, let me see what you have.

From the chain in the merchants hand he pulled four men in front of him, hitting them on the knees to make them stay on the floor. Moving around he started to point to what clearly once was a muscular man, now was malnourished and had an ugly face which made the Lady's insides move with disgust.

- This is one of my strongest, he-

- Oh please, show me the women and the non binaries, not the men. And let me be the judge, no need for your stained percipience.

With a flush on his face he tugged again with his chain bringing three other people on their knees.

-Yes, I'm sorry my lady. These are the ones that I have.

Your mistress eyes slowly scanned their bodies, not only the men but all the other where in a clearly state of bad care.

- Look at their faces, it looks skinnier than a healthy person should, what kind of master are you?

You were put out of the picture when she was talking, sitting on the floor on the side of her chair like a dog would sit next to its owner.

You never cared to listen to the traders that came much less dared to speak without Dimitrescu's permission. It was how you were trained to do, "don't talk, don't move, don't look, sit still until I give you an order" and she tugged your collar which meant for you to get up.

- Do they know any tricks? Or at least are they obedient? Even my current pet, as you can see, is in a better shape than your strongest man.

The man's mouth opened to say something but he stopped at the moment she raised her eyebrow again with a glare. Your eyes were faithfully looking at her hands, just waiting for the minimum order that always seemed unnoticed to others "that's what makes it magical my pet, don't you think it's more enjoyable to see their shaking knees when you obey me without me using a single word? For them is like I took control of your mind, a fair warning that I could and will the same to them if it pleases me". The lady started speaking.

- You see... pets are mere reflexes of their owners, be a good owner and they will be a good pet, be a sharp owner and they will be submissive and agile. My pet is both of this things, they went through a rough training and made a lot of mistakes in the beginning, but you have to reward them for good behavior and provide their basic needs or they will stop obeying you at certain point... because they will be dead.

There it was, a different movement of hand when she started speaking and you got closer. Her hand was passing through your body tentatively, fingers and pointy nails poking the betweens of your ribbs and finally stopped around you neck.

- Isn't it better when they die for you? When you say just one word and, while they excitedly obey, you are able to see the life fading from their eyes and feel their pulse slowly stopping around your hands?

She said and looked deep in your eyes supporting her face on her hand on the chair arm while a smirk appeared and she started squeezing your neck.

The mans eyes got bigger, he was clearly scared but you couldn't even care enough about him or the others, all you could feel at the moment was your mistress full and overwhelming presence. The lack of air, the control she had on you, all of that made your head dizzy, your fingers slowly crawling up to hers, squeezing it, begging for more.

- I- I'm sorry my lady, it was not my intention to offend you. Bu-but my pets are really obedient, they're just like that because of the extensive travel-

- Shush

The Lady's eyes rolled in annoyance, she have forgotten that the man was still standing there, lost in your breathless lust sounds that kept her in a trance. She stopped holding your neck making you fall to your knees with the weakness and struggle of recovering the air that was denied to you and motioned for you to sit on the floor in front of her. Which you obeyed, crawling to your place.

- I do not see a world where your... slaves, would be a good suit for me, maybe try to make some other fool buy them because a thing in such state is not worth a penny.

- But my la-

- Goodbye.

Her hand slowly moved to your head, and she started scratching the behind of your ear which meant that you could relax, you backed a bit and rested your head on her leg with a satisfied smile and closing your eyes when she got back to petting the top of your head for her own comfort giving a tired sigh.

- Man things get even more imbecile with the years, don't you think little one? Girls! Come here!

A smoke of flies took the whole space around you and your mistress, making three heads peak out of it.

- Yes mother?

- In our path there will be a group of humans, you may hunt and kill the leader but bring back the chained ones, put them in the maids wing, ask the maids to provide them food, water and call Monique so she can attend to their medical needs.

- Consider it done mother.

The girls said giggling and flying to the exit in the same direction of the man which made you open your eyes and you look up at your mistress with a questioning face

- Oh please sweet thing, don't look at me like that, did I not promise you that I would not dispose of you? There ain't no way that Mistress is going to train a human again, too much trouble when I have you in a perfect shape, but at least the girls can have a feast in some months and we can produce new scarecrows for the vineyard with them.

[multimilfs]

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader: No Place Like Home

Summary: Alcina Dimitrescu + 38 -- "Can we go home yet?"

Prompt from this list here!

A/N: Writing this made me very happy. I love fics that focus on the whole Dimitrescu family, they're very wholesome (as wholesome as they can get) and I love them. I hope you all like this, please don't hesitate to leave a comment :)

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Tag List: @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld

AO3

Warning(s): Blood, Minor gore, Ambiguous relationships

According to Daniela, there are several reasons why winter is awful. 

Number one—it’s freezing! How could anyone enjoy their day when their limbs are half-numb with cold?

Number two—they’re stuck inside the Castle. This is one that bothers you as well; you failed to realize how much of a handful three castle-ridden girls would be. 

Number three—and Daniela’s least favorite, there is nothing to do. 

Winter has been your favorite season since you could walk; The holidays, the snow, the warmth of blankets and drinks. Your fondest memory is curling up with your sisters beneath a blanket after spending the day in the snow, fingers slowly warmed by ceramic mugs full of hot chocolate. It’s one you held onto your entire life. One you want to share with your new family. 

So you’ve decided to disprove Daniela’s points—or the last one, at least. 

“You’re quiet tonight.” Alcina comments. 

She glances across the room to where you’re curled up by the fireplace, book in your hand forgotten while you stare at the flames. You’re unsure how long you’ve been distracted. Her place in her own book is marked by a finger as she waits. 

“I’m just thinking.” 

“Ah,” She nods, “And here I thought it was the fireplace producing smoke.” 

You roll your eyes, but can’t stop the upturn of your lips, “Very funny.” 

Alcina wears a smirk as she goes back to her reading, leaving you to your thoughts. You can’t figure out how to bring winter to three girls who’ll die from the cold. They have to stay warm, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Unfortunately, both hot and cold can’t coexist for what you want to plan. 

Sighing heavily, you put your head in your hands. You want to give up and call off the whole idea. Think, your mind argues, You’re a Dimitrescu now, and Dimitrescu’s don’t give up. 

“Alcina?” 

She hums, not looking up from her book, “Hm?” 

“Has the village ever celebrated the holidays? Not in the religious way, but in the festivities, giving kind of way.” 

“Not that I can recall. Mother Miranda frowns upon celebrations that aren’t tied to her. Though she could be forgiving this year, with Eva being freshly returned.” 

Ah. There’s the basis of your issues then; Mother Miranda. You nod and stand. Crossing the room, you’re delighted to remember that Alcina’s at level height with you since she’s sitting. You lean in and steal a long kiss. 

You pull away, red-faced and breathless, “Can I use the phone in your office?” 

And then you’re standing at her desk, the large phone clutched in your hand and ringing, ringing, ringing… 

“This better be good.” A cool, venomous voice drips down the line. 

You ignore the venom, “Mother Miranda.” 

“Little human.” 

Her voice has ticked higher in pitch, though otherwise nothing about the woman changes. You can hear the giggles of Eva somewhere in the background. 

“I trust you’re well?” 

“Skip the pleasantries. What do you want?” 

You wince, but relay your desires to the Goddess. It takes promises and a dash womanly charm to coax her into your ideas. You’ve agreed to watch Eva anytime she requires, as well as assisting her once a month in her studies. 

If you’re being realistic, you got off far easier than you expected to. You’d anticipated a lot more flirting and agreements of a bloodier nature.

Dodging questions about your call at dinner that evening, you head into the village the next day, alone. The few villagers shy away from the Dimitrescu carriage with fear in their eyes. You knock firmly against the inside of the carriage and bring it to a stop. 

Stepping out into the cold, snow crunching under your feet, you watch the people relax. Their grips are no longer white-knuckled and they nod in your direction. Some even dare to meet your eyes and you do your best to reward them with a smile, especially the curious children. 

You pat the flank of Alcina’s loyal horses, “Aștepta.” 

Beelining to the back of the village square, you slip quietly into the butchers. It’s empty save for you and the graying woman on the other side of the counter. Her back is facing you, rusty red curls slipping from the black scarf around her head, hacking away at a carcass with a cleaver. 

“Be with you in a moment.” She throws over her shoulder. 

“Take your time.” 

The cleaver clatters onto the table and she spins. Her eyes are wide, one hand clutching her chest as it rises and falls too quickly. 

“My Lady!” 

“I said take your time, Detta,” You sigh, “Will you ever listen to me?” 

“Her Ladyship would dislike it very much if I kept you waiting.” 

“My wife isn’t here. Finish up your task and then you can help me, not a moment before.” 

Detta hesitates as if waiting for a trap. You mentally curse the Lords—not for the first time—for inspiring so much fear into the people of their domain. Your love for your wife and her family is unending, but there are many times you could smack them for being so cruel. It makes interactions like this all the more difficult. 

You sense eyes staring in the shop, following your every move. You wonder if Detta feels them glued to her back as well. But you peruse the selection of dried meats as if they’re not there. 

There’s an attractive set of hindquarters hanging behind the counter. A heavy layer of salt covers the outside, dark red made pale pink. You wonder if your girls would appreciate it; it’s hardly their preferred fare of man-flesh, but Bela and Cassandra were fond of venison on occasion. 

Apparently satisfied with her work, Detta turns back to you, arms splattered with blood. You hardly notice it. 

“How can I help you, My Lady?” 

“I have an interesting request for you.” 

“Anything.” 

You level the woman with a look, “I’m not my wife, Detta. You’re allowed to refuse me.” 

Detta nods, but her eyes flicker behind you, to where the village no-doubt watches on. There’s sweat on her brow and you know it isn’t from her hard work. You sigh. You can hardly blame her for being so afraid, she’s grown up in the village and seen the countless atrocities committed, but you don’t want to be viewed as an extension of the bloodshed. 

Never have you raised a hand against any of them, but it’s done little to make you more favorable. You suppose that became your lot when you took the Dimitrescu name. 

“I… What is your request, My Lady?” 

“I’d like to set up a bit of festivity here for the holidays, including stalls for businesses like yours. Mother Miranda has given me her blessing. You’re highly respected amongst the people and I’d like you to spread the word around.” 

She hesitates. 

“You don’t trust me.” 

“It’s not that, My Lady,” Detta says, “The winter season has been hard on the village. It will be hard to join the festivities with no product.”

“What would the village require to make this happen?” 

Another glance behind you, a deep breath, “The lycans need to be disposed of. They hunt all our game and stock, trample crops, and terrorize us all around. Rid us of them and celebrations will be easier.” 

You nod. Heisenburg hardly needs the foul creatures anymore, the threat of Ethan Winters and associated groups having been eliminated. It will take a lot more than agreeing to watch Eva to convince Mother Miranda, but the woman has always been partial to you for some odd reason. You’re not convinced Alcina will appreciate what you have to agree to. 

Detta seems to take your silence as evidence of anger; she’s backed herself away from you, as far as she can without being rude. Her hand grips the handle of her cleaver. You could almost laugh at the absurdity of the scene, but you need her favor. 

“Give me a week.” You say, “And I’ll take the hindquarters behind you. What are those, venison?” 

—

The piece of meat goes over well. 

“None for me, girls.” Alcina turns it away, sipping at her wine. 

“Mama?” Daniela turns to you. 

Motioning to your plate where a cooked piece rests, “I’m alright. Thank you, bug.” 

The words have hardly left your mouth before the three swarm, teeth ripping into the raw meat. You’re thankful the aging process left it with less blood. Leaning back, you watch as you always do, with a sense of horrified interest. 

A large hand comes to rest on your thigh beneath the table. You glance up into golden eyes, offering her a fond smile. She smirks in response. 

“Your trip to the village proved worthwhile, it seems.” She comments. 

“To a degree, yes. I still have much to do,” You shift, sitting up and turning to face her. Alcina’s eyes meet your own and narrow, “Some of which you may not… enjoy.” 

“Oh?” 

“I need Mother Miranda’s approval and my methods may have to be… different, this time.” 

“No.” 

“Alcina, please.” 

Her wine glass is slammed onto the table. It shatters, Sanguis Virginis running over her gloved hand. The girls don’t notice. 

“She can’t have you.” Alcina snarls. 

“What is one night with her compared to an eternity with you?” You ask, “It’s only my body. You own the rest.” 

“I own all of you!” 

“Alcina, this is an opportunity to endear the village to us. I know you’ve been searching for one. You can hardly scoff when it drops into your lap!” 

“I can when it involves loaning out my wife!” 

You stand and move into her space. Slowly, you drag a finger up her arm, until you meet her gaze with eyes full of desire. Her jaw clenches. 

“What if you’re there too, hm? You’ve always enjoyed watching.” You whisper. 

Alcina exhales heavily through her nose. She rakes her eyes over you slowly and you can practically see the images behind them. You, in various positions, another pair of hands pinching and pulling at flesh, while all she can do is watch in a delicious state of helplessness. The interest and hate rolls off of her in waves. 

Her hand wraps around your smaller one. Your wrist is pulled to her nose and she inhales, eyes darkening with the scent of you in her senses. Teeth dig in and pull blood from the veins. You try not to whine. 

Three sets of eyes look up from their meal. 

Alcina pulls a tasteful amount of blood from you before pulling away. It colors her lips like another shade of lipstick. 

“You are mine, understood?” Alcina asks. 

“Only yours.” 

Cassandra gags, “Ugh. Get a room.” 

“Or at least let us have a taste!” Daniela smiles, blood and flesh in her teeth. 

“What did we say about boundaries, Dani?” 

Daniela wilts under Bela’s chastising look. She curls in on herself, muttering obediently that having them is important while the blonde nods. Should the Cadou parasite not be the right path for you, you’d want to go in a way that benefits your family; where they consume you, down to your marrow; you gather now isn’t the time for such admissions. 

Cassandra has leaned back in her seat to watch the scene unfold with thinly-veiled disgust. She’s using her sickle to pick flesh from between her teeth, accidentally flinging some into the center of the table. 

“Cassandra.”

“Sorry, Mother.” 

The middle daughter doesn’t stop despite her apology. Alcina digs her nails into the arm of her chair, the night’s events taking a toll on her sanity. You can’t blame her. There’s surely more news she’ll fill you in on when you’re wrapped up in bed. 

Something else finds its way into the center of the table, staining the white cloth red, and you see Alcina tense. 

“Girls, you’re excused.” You say quickly. 

All three nod, crossing around to offer brief affection before leaving; Cassandra the quickest of all, you can’t help but feel sorry for any maids that may cross her path. Daniela and Bela are slower and more intentional, offering a kiss on the cheek to you and Alcina. Daniela skips from the room and Bela waits for her to leave before following. 

It leaves you and your wife alone in the room, the latter with her head in her palm, releasing heaving breaths. You wait. Sipping at your soup politely, you spare glances her way. 

“You’re intent on going through with this?” She asks. 

“I am. I want to give the girls something to brighten their spirits.” 

“And there’s no other way?” 

“The village wants free of the Lycans and Karl won’t let them go unless Miranda tells him to. I’ve already made steep promises for my plans to happen at all, but this… there’s only one thing left to bargain with.” 

Alcina seethes, “Very well.” 

You lay your hand on the table between you, palm up. 

She stares at it for a few long moments. Placing her own hand over your own, you smile, and bring it to your lips. You kiss the back of it reverently. 

From there your plans unfold nicely. After a long meeting with Mother Miranda—in person, to Alcina’s disgust—the two of you settle on terms; she’ll permanently rid the village of lycans for 24-hours of unhindered access to you. It’s too easy, but that’s a problem for later. 

Within a week the village is free of the twisted creatures. Detta seems both pleased and surprised you managed it when you visit, but makes good on her end of the bargain. The people are informed of your plans and the square undergoes an exciting transformation. 

All of it is on your and Alcina’s dime of course. The Duke is all too happy to provide what you need for the lei you offer. He’s friendly enough though and you’re not naive to business relations, so you don’t take it too hard when he vanishes after collecting payment. 

It feels like a whirlwind until the day of the festivities rolls around. You bounce on your heels in the hall of four, waiting for your family. Alcina descends the stairs first, wrapped in pure white fur, smirking at your apparent excitement. 

“I’m glad to see you so pleased, draga mea.” Alcina presses a kiss to your lips. 

“I just hope the girls like it.”

“They will,” She assures you, raising her voice, “Daughters!” 

The familiar swarms race down the stairs, coming to a stop and forming your girls. Cassandra and Bela stand properly and nod at their Mother. Daniela throws herself into your arms, making you spin to catch her. She squeals in your ear. 

“I’m so excited, Mama! A real winter festival!” 

“Darling girl, try not to deafen your Mama.” Alcina suggests. 

You kiss Daniela’s forehead, “I’m excited for you and your sisters to see it, bug.” 

Cassandra clears her throat. You all glance her way. 

“If you’re so excited, why are we still standing here?” She asks. 

It’s a valid point. You miss the warning glance Alcina gives over your head, taking your wife’s arm and leading the way outside. The Dimitrescu carriage waits, the horses whickering and shaking their heads, eager to move. A maid holds open the door for you and your wife first. 

You let Alcina step in, followed by your daughters, but don’t enter yourself. All four give you curious stares. But you rush to the front where the horses wait with forced patience. 

They, like your family, are beautiful in a twisted nature; all a dappled gray, with midnight black manes, their flesh sunken in to reveal their skeletons. Their mouths drip black like they swallowed an inkwell. Where eyes once were are empty, red sockets. Though they lack the organs, you can still feel them follow your movements. 

In a pouch you’ve tied to your hip are five apples you dipped in clotted blood. The first, Negatio, noses the bag with interest. You pat one side of his face while feeding him an apple with your other hand. You go through the same motions with the other four until they’re pleased and your family is suitably impatient, making you smile. 

You’re tucked into Alcina’s side for the trip, enjoying the warmth of her body despite the heat in the carriage. 

“Mama?” Bela asks softly. 

“Yes, sweet bug?” 

“How are you keeping the carriage warm?” 

“A generator and heater I affixed to the back,” You answer. When they all stare blankly, you correct, “Technology I purchased from the Duke.” 

They all nod in understanding. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, leaning back against the seat and enjoying the gentle sway of the carriage. Out the window a fine layer of snow has started to fall. Alcina takes your hand in her own. 

You open your eyes and look up at her. She kisses the back of your hand, eyes impossibly fond. Cassandra rolls her eyes across from you. 

“Can we go home yet?” 

Alcina’s eyes are ripped from you as she glares. You raise your eyebrows at the reaction, saying nothing. 

“Cassandra.” 

“What? I’m just asking a question.” 

“You know how much time your Mama has put into this. The least you can be is grateful.” 

“I never said I wasn’t grateful! I just want to know how long this will take, there’s an old sword in the armory I had to stop working on.” 

You lean forward, “If you’d rather, we can take you back to the Castle, Cassandra.” 

“Absolutely not.” Alcina snarls, making murderous eyes at her middle daughter, “Cassandra will join her family for the festivities you so carefully planned and like it.” 

Cassandra grumbles and crosses arms over her chest. When you’re sure your wife isn’t looking, you meet Bela’s eyes, the both of you looking lost and confused; silently asking what the fuck was that? Neither one of you can come up with an answer. 

The youngest bounces eagerly in her seat by the window. It grates on Cassandra’s nerves the longer it happens and you’re waiting for all hell to break loose, you curse yourself for not telling the group to leave their weapons at home. 

The carriage rounds a final bend and the lights of the village come into view. All four of your family members lean forward to get a look, eyes wide. 

String lights hang from every tree and building around the village square. In the center stands a tall tree decked out with ornaments of all shapes and sizes. Some are brightly colored orbs and others a mesh of wood and glue, courtesy of the first graders at the school. 

Near the back, in front of where Detta’s shop is, stands a long white tent. People dip in and out, some bearing arms full of goods, others clutching only a steaming drink. 

When the carriage comes to a stop, you’re pleased to see minimal reactions to your arrival. You wave your girls out first. 

“After you.” 

Daniela shoves past her sisters and out into the air. She turns in circles and giggles, looking at you and Alcina with a large smile. 

“Mother, it’s warm out here!” 

“What?” Bela says aloud, while Cassandra scoffs out, “No way!” 

Soon enough the three of them are standing outside of the carriage, looking surprised and excited. Daniela and Bela even join hands and dance childishly for a moment before Alcina clears her throat. You elbow her hard. 

“Let them enjoy this.” You say. 

“I am, but they’re still Ladies of House Dimitrescu. They need to uphold the image.” 

“For who?”

“Mother Miranda strictly explained—“ 

“Mother Miranda needed you and the girls to intimidate so she could take what she wanted. The villagers are already frightened and Miranda’s achieved her goal. Let the girls be girls or I’ll have the carriage take you home.” 

Alcina’s eyebrows reach her hairline. You hold your breath and wonder if you’ve gone too far, but she smirks. 

“How refreshing,” She purrs, “Speak to me like that again and you may lose your tongue, draga mea.” 

“Yes, Alcina.” 

“Good girl.” 

You’re led into the festivities on your wife’s arm. Though you helped set everything up, it looks better than you expected. 

Detta waves shyly from across the square and you smile. The Duke sits next to her, gesturing passionately with his hands, and Detta blushes. You wink at the two. 

Your girls have disappeared into the tent to harass the local vendors and you’re about to join them when Daniela skips out, hot chocolate in her hands. 

“So,” You start, “still think Winter is awful and boring?” 

“Pretty much! But this is nice. Maybe it’s not so bad if this happens.” 

You laugh, shaking your head. Daniela grins and vanishes. You’ve done all you can to spruce up this winter for them and you’re rather proud of yourself. 

You already have a new set of ideas for next year and a whole 12 months to plan this time; you’re looking forward to firmly changing Daniela’s mind… eventually. For now you’ll just settle for being together. 

[bowieandqueen11]

Dating Alcina Dimitrescu Would Include...

Request: Might I request what it would be like to date Alcina Dimitrescu from Resident Evil village?

Of course, here you go sweetheart! <3

Warning: slightly NSFW!

(I do not own Resident Evil or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @xuexiaos-xiyaos.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

PLEASE look at this woman got to be honest I spent far too much of my time playing RE Village just running around Castle Dimitrescu trying to catch a sneak of her and getting her to come chase me lmao.

The two of you first meet when you take a lovely long weekend trip to some remote village in Eastern Europe, on the order from your parents to go visit one of your elderly distant relatives. Taking a break from trying to find a new job, you agree to their demands, not knowing that as soon as you stepped foot in this blooming freezing place one of Alcina’s daughters reported back to her mother that fresh blood had just entered the village.

‘Oh please, mother, can we go? It’s been so long since we’ve been able to play - to have fun with our food.’

Alcina squints out through her bedroom window, biting her bottom lip as she gazed out through the frost, searching for your form moving among the shadows. ‘No, my darlings. This one’s mine.’

At first, Alcina was dead-set on just gobbling you up (sadly, more literally in this sense), you just looked like such a tasty, sweet little thing. It had been an age since anything so fresh and adorable looking had come wandering near the Castle, and so she ordered her daughters to head straight out and to deliver you straight to her own personal boudoir. Locking you up as soon as they leave, giggling and sniffing into the air with a tempting sigh, Alcina prays that none of her brainless siblings have managed to catch their own scent of your presence yet.

But then, when she comes sweeping in all ready to deliver her long speech about who she is and what’s about to happen, you’re just... sitting there? With a pleasant, inviting and yet slightly confused smile on your face as you gaze up at this momentous woman towering before your chair?? And she feels some kind of pain she’s never felt before, and doesn’t realise yet is the first pang of love resounding through her thorny heart - some wide, gaping swallowing whole devouring her from the inside out. So, she decides to change her plans and take a seat down on the opposite chair by the fireside, offering you a goblet filled with some strange, sticky viscous liquid that you politely decline. She launches into polite conversation, ever the gentlewoman, and soon the two of you find that hours have passed with talk and even some laughter.

Even more pleasantly surprising is Alcina’s realisation that you’re not afraid of her - you haven’t even twitched an inch away once you both realise that her larger hand has been resting gently on top of your knee for quite a while. You gaze up at her, and smile, and from then on Alcina Dimitrescu’s heart is yours.

Plus, a few seductive jokes and winks from her end can never hurt in roping you in either.

The protective nature of Alcina kicks in from the day the two of you start dating. If she seemed ferocious before, by goodness does that determination to keep you safe increase tenfold when she’s courting. She secures every entrance, every inch laid bare to the elements of the castle, even going so far as to post ravens along every cliff crag to tally who enters and exits the Castle on a daily basis. She gifts you a bedroom near to hers - yet still a few doors away to allow you a sense of privacy, and to try and portray how desperately she wants you to feel safe and comfortable enough here to be able to call it your own home some day. Sometimes, though, you can still feel the walls shake as she claws slashes along the paper, feel the growls from her chest rumble like thunder within the pit of your own stomach as she patrols the halls, kept up to all hours of the night by the threat of her brother Karl, who decided to tease Alcina about how he was going to kick you out of the castle through the window of the top turret like a football.

You try to drag her outside, at least once in a while, just so you can get a feel for the mysterious village you now get to call your home. She always makes sure you’re tucked tight into her side though, barely able to move a muscle as you walk pressed into her ribcage. She’s also wrapped one of her fur coats around the two of you, so you look like a little ferret being dragged around the snow stained grounds. She snarls at every person that dares to look at the two of you in confused bewilderment for longer than two seconds, so you have to calm her down by taking her hand and kissing the inside of her palm, holding it cupped to your warm cheek when you’re done. She’s so flustered, you swear you can make out the steam pouring out of her ears and into the mist when you look up through the buttonholes.

Kisses!!! So many kisses!! She will only settle herself when the day has both started and ended with a kiss. Usually, you’re the one to initiate the kiss at night - this usually involves trying (unsuccessfully) to sneak up behind her while she’s hunched over, taking off her earrings and placing them back on their stand, or wiping off her lipstick gracefully as she looks into her dresser mirror. You jump around her back, trying to stretch your arms over its broad expanse and reach round her hair to press a few dozen kisses onto the sharp tendon of her neck. She chuckles at how cute your attempt is at trying to make her blush (she is quite ticklish though!), but pretends to swat you away until she’s finished undressing. You know you’re in for it, though, when she’s finally stripped down to her undergarments, and she comes stalking towards you with a devious grin lining her plump lips. You squeal and try to hide under the duvet as she comes crawling on all fours, slowly, up the bed, until she’s towering over you and has you pressed between the duvet and her chest. Then, she reaches down to work her magic against your lips, until your moans can be heard through every room in the vicinity. 

Morning kisses are more sleepy, and delicate. They usually involve the two of you sitting on the sofa in the living quarters - her drinking blood, and you tasting the food some villagers have cooked and brought up to the kitchens for breakfast. Every so often, she’ll wipe her lips with a napkin and reach over to press a warm kiss against your squirmingly shy cheek, such a fond look in her eye that you nearly melt into a puddle of goo on the floor right there and then.

She’s an old, traditional romantic at heart, so she likes to try and charm you from time to time by teaching you some traditional dances she drags up from the outer recesses of her mind - the last memories of her biological mother. She turns on the gramophone, reaching out an arm for you as the music begins to swirl its golden notes into the air - yet you barely notice it, your every sense enveloped completely by Alcina as you place your fingers against her palm and let her tug you into her soft stomach. She’s so bloody tall though, that you have to stand on her toes, which makes her heart flutter with both amusement and a sense of true trust as she grabs onto your waist and allows her fingers to slowly and teasingly spread over the small of your back. Then, it’s just you, her, and timelessness. 

If there’s a hint of anything, anything that she doesn’t like the look of, or feels wrong, she straight up just picks you up bridle style and starts running off into the horizon.

She adores it when you help her to do up the back zipper of her dresses. As she moves her hips, swish swish, from side to side, she uses the movement to try and hide the fact that her skin is breaking out into shivers every inch your fingers work up the curve of her spine. 

Not going to lie, during candlelit dinners set out specially for your enjoyment, you’ll catch her watching you over the rim of her cup during every bite. A lot. Like, a lot, a lot. You’re just so ethereal - like long forgotten sunshine has bust through her chest and has set fire to every fibre of her dusty being - she’s just not used to seeing such exquisiteness... or bare flesh for many a year. She keeps having to fan herself with her hand, getting too hot under the collar and short of breath any time you cross your legs or move against the seat.

Family meetings don’t go very well, mainly because she only feels confident enough to start said meetings if you’re sitting securely on her lap, tucked under her chin. She’ll compromise with you sitting beside her, thigh tight against her colder one and hands clutched into tight fists on her lap, eyes continuously scanning the room. One time you chimed in with a clever suggestion about how to clean up the reservoirs down in Salvatore’s territory, and as she leant down with a smile to rub her nose against yours, she nearly got whip lash at how fast she turned to look at her brother. Karl, however, was having the time of his life pretending to throw kissy faces at the two of you... or he was, until he suddenly found himself fleeing for his life as Alcina’s claws chased him and smashed every standing stained glass window still left in the abandoned church.

Beckoning her to lean down so you can fix her tilted hats for her, which she thanks you for with a sweet kiss to the nose.

Sometimes she can become too wound up by everything. A lot of times she comes home only to spend hours pacing around her bedroom, ranting about this strange newcomer to the village called ‘Ethan Winters’ until she’s blue in the face and scratching claws into the trails of her dresses. You have to calm her down by literally dragging her by the arm and parading her back over to where you were perched on the bed, making her come down onto her knees until she’s leaning between your thighs and the two of you can comfortably make out for a while.

[smartycvnt]

defense, not destruction

pairing: alcina dimitrescu x reader

summary: alcina joins you while you clean and sharpen your weapons

The castle was quiet, but not eerily so. It seemed that fortune had smiled upon you that day. Each of the girls were consumed with their own tasks and Alcina had gone out that morning for a meeting with Miranda. There had been a lot going on, preparations for something big that you knew nothing about. Those preparations had distracted you from taking the time to properly attend to your weapon collection.

Many of the villagers had upgraded to guns for protection against the Lycans and whatnot, but you were different. You came from a proud line of blacksmiths, a family that had been making swords and metal weapons for centuries. It was something ingrained in the deepest parts of your being. Whenever you held a sword or blade in your hand, you felt like you were fulfilling some sort of destiny. The only other thing that had ever felt so right to you was kissing Alcina.

You were prepared for a long day of cleaning and sharpening your weapons alone. Bela knew to leave you alone when you did your work, but occasionally Cassandra would come in to watch and pick up a few tips. Daniela would try to come and watch, but Bela usually dragged her out at Cassandra's insistence. Today though, Bela had run off to wait for Donna since the weather seemed to be warm enough for her to venture out. Cassandra was chasing soon-to-be-replaced maids in the dungeons, no doubt to what would later be her mother's chagrin. Daniela had mentioned something about watching over Heisenberg's factory, which you were certain that neither Heisenberg nor Alcina knew about beforehand.

"Y/n, my beloved!" Alcina called out. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine at the sound of her voice. You stepped out from your room and peeked your head into the hallway just in time to catch her coming up at the top of the stairs. "Ah, there you are. I should have guessed you would be playing with your little toys."

"They're not toys, despite what you and your daughters think," you chided. Alcina crossed the hallway to get to you and smiled as she held your jaw in her hand.

"Of course not." She bent down to gently press a kiss to your lips. You allowed her to join you in your room as you resumed the sharpening process for a scythe that you had made with Cassandra when teaching her how to make her own. "They are all very intricate, beautiful in their own ways. Your kind forgets that destruction can be just as artistic as creation, but not you."

"These weren't created to destroy, they are for defense," you corrected. "Y/l/n do not draw first blood."

Alcina had heard the spiel a million times, but she sat through it once again. This time, you dropped your scythe to pick up a short sword as you did so. To punctuate particularly important points about battle, you swung the sword or performed an intricate flourish. Alcina's eyes followed your every move, even when the glint of the light reflecting from the blade distracted her. You moved as one with the sword, using it more as an extension of yourself than an equipped weapon. She would never admit this, but Alcina could watch you talk about your little creations for eternity if she was so fortunate.

[fandom-go-round]

Ohhh, may I please request something with Alcina x fem!werewolf!reader? You KNOW there's some good tying down and biting kinks between them, gawd 🫣

Hey Anon, no issues here but please let me know if you want NSFW or not. This was phrased a little weird so I didn’t know what direction you wanted. I went that route here so hopefully that’s what you wanted!

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Werewolf Reader, Biting Kink, Chasing Kink, Being Pinned Down and Fucked, Begging

It can be hard for people on the outside to see that the two of you are in love. Mostly it’s because Alcina is a perfectionist and you’re much more laid back. This leads to her scolding you and telling you to ‘straighten up’; never said in a mean way but it always comes off harsh. You, in turn, tell her a loosen up and enjoy life more. All in all, it balances out. The girls know for sure that the two of you are in love and to clear out when the two of you begin eying each other.

Both of you enjoy a good chase and depending on who’s in the mood, the chaser can be either of you. Alcina likes to chase when she needs to blow off steam; it helps that you’re not human and give her a challenge. She wants to pin you to the ground and make you beg. When you chase it’s more about driving you both to the edge, pinning Alcina to the ground and making her forget everything but you.

Biting is a huge part of sex for both of you, though it’s in different ways. You like to leave bites on her thighs and breasts, some place that they’ll be hidden. Alcina doesn’t like people seeing the marks and you’re alright with that. It means that she’s yours and she likes to admire the large, jagged bites on her own. Alcina’s bites are a cross between wanting to feed and to show you off. Her marks are always on the neck or wrist where people can see them easily. She bites in a perfect circle and you’re impressed every time you see them.

There’s always a struggle at the beginning of your sessions, usually to show who’ll be on top. It’s nothing too rough (for the two of you) but whoever ends up on bottom or top tends to stay that way. Alcina wants you to rely completely on her and give yourself to her; nothing makes her happier than having you go boneless and beg her to keep going. You want exactly the opposite; Alcina shouldn’t be able to form words by the time you’re done with her. You want her to be a mess and truly herself, not the show she puts on in front of others. Either way it’s a win-win situation; neither of you are going to say no to orgasms.

[naturesapphic]

May I request a lady dimitrescu x insomnia reader, Like sometimes the reader won’t sleep at all and Alicia helps them fall asleep?

Insomnia

Lady dimitrescu x fem!reader

Warnings:

It’s another one of those nights again where your insomnia was really kicking your ass today. You were lying awake in the shared bed you had with your wife alcina dimitrescu and you were watching her sleep soundly. You were jealous that alcina could fall and stay asleep so easily while it took you a long time to sleep or you just don’t get to sleep at all and feel tired all day.

You slowly got up and out of the bed and decided to get a glass of warm milk, usually drinking warm milk helps you get a bit drowsy which makes you fall asleep. You just hope that it will work tonight. When walking, you decided to check in on your three daughters and found them sound asleep in their separate beds.

Smiling to yourself, you closed the door and went downstairs into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get the milk. You poured some into a cup and heated it up for a little before carefully placing it on the counter to pour some raw honey into it and stir it around. You slowly drink it as you stand in the kitchen looking out the window, watching the moon.

You jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder and you turn around to see your sleepy wife looking down at you. “Draga? What ever are you doing down here?” Alcina asked with a groggy voice as she rubs her eyes gently. “My insomnia is making me not sleep so I thought I could go down into the kitchen and fix me some warm milk with some honey to see if that would help me.” You explained to her.

She cooed at you and gently lifted you up into her strong embrace without spilling your drink and walked upstairs with you. “What are we doing alci?” You questioned her. “I’m going to help mea dragostea sleep of course.” She answered as she walks through the doors of y’all’s shared bedroom and put your cup down onto your nightstand.

She tucked you into bed and went into her side and instantly brought you into her arms. You laid your head onto her soft chest and she started running her fingers through your hair as she started to sing softly to you. You started to feel sleepy as her delicate fingers and voice made you fall into a deep slumber. You could always count on your sweet alcina to always help you, even if it’s falling asleep.

A/n: as I don’t have insomnia I hope I didn’t offend anyone who has it and if I made something up or wrong let me know! :) I hope @neicey2005 and the rest of y’all enjoyed it! Remember Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

[heisenberg-simp257]

Hello! Could you please write headcanons about Four Lords learning that reader has feelings for them? What would they do, how would they feel, etc.

Thank you from now! ☺️

Sure thing! Enjoy!💖

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The Four Lords Learning that the Reader Has Feelings For Them

Alcina Dimitrescu

-She would learn about your feelings through her daughters, who snooped through your diary. Of course, she would scold them and lecture them on privacy because that's the mature thing to do. Afterwards, she would have time to ponder on this information.

-Alcina would feel a sense of pride that she has such an effect on you. But at the same time, she would feel uncertainty. She's been alone and not in a relationship for so long. Should see act on this? Keep it a secret? If anything, she needs a long time to think.

-While she's holding this information to herself, her attitude doesn't really change around you. However, if anything, she is just a bit softer. All of your little actions make sense now, so she can't be annoyed if you avoid eye contact or anything like that.

-She would poke and proud a bit at your personal life in order to try and get you to spill. Alcina is crafty at little games like that, and you normally fall for them. However, this time it's a bit tricky as you seem exceptionally good at avoiding the truth she desperately wants to hear.

-In the end, she eventually tells you the truth. Not only does she want to hear it from you, but you deserve to know that you have been snooped upon and the events that happened afterwards. From here, you can either deny her claim or speak the truth. It all depends on if you think she will return the feelings.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-She would learn through Angie, who happened to eavesdrop on you talking to yourself about your feelings for Donna. The little doll has no sense of morals, so she didn't care about spilling your secret. Donna, on the other hand, wished that it was kept a secret to stop the awkwardness from building up in her chest.

-Donna would feel panic because no one in her lifetime has ever felt this way for her. It's not that she thinks she's unworthy of it (even though it's crossed her mind with her scars), but rather that it was unexpected, and now she has to examine herself to see how she feels about you.

-She is the absolute best at keeping secrets, but she hates it when secrets involve her. Donna is usually quiet, but now she is more quiet than normal. She starts to hide around because it's hard to face you while she's dealing with her own emotions. She also tries to distract herself with things, but it doesn't really work.

-You're the one that starts to get concerned, not even realizing or thinking about what Donna knows. You try to get her talk, to see what's wrong. She knows you only care about her and just want to help, but it's so hard for her to deal with feelings that she's never had to deal with before. She just needs a lot of time.

-Eventually, Angie's had enough and screams out the information because she can't take all the secrecy and so forth. Donna gets all embarrassed as do you, so the silence is loud. It stays that way for a while until one of you is brave enough to speak up, which can maybe lead to the start of something interesting.

Salvatore Moreau

-He would learn by accidentally hearing you say it to a fellow lord. Honestly, you didn't think his hearing was that good or you never would've have spoken to Donna after Mother Miranda left. Moreau feels intense guilt from this, knowing he should never have found out this information this way, but he couldn't help his curiosity when he heard his name brought up.

-Moreau would feel ecstatic and a huge bundle of excitement. Someone actually likes him! Thinks he's worth something important to them! He's a hopeless romantic, so he doesn't have to think very long about his feelings for you. Moreau knows how he feels, but he doesn't want to scare you away, so he stays quiet.

-He's the worst at keeping secrets, especially when they involve him or you. The man just wants to tell you what he knows, how he feels and how he knows what you feel. But at the same time, maybe you're holding back for a reason. And Moreau doesn't want to pressure you into an uncomfortable situation, even though his heart is telling him otherwise.

-Huge hints start being pulled by him about how he feels about you in hopes that you will get the courage to tell him about your own emotions. His actions, wording, and other small romantic gestures start being displayed to you. If you don't notice, then you're blind. However, your red face would say otherwise.

-Eventually, he just tells you how he feels, pretending to have never heard you speak to Donna. Apparently, that would be a good confidence booster for you because you now hold the power to accept or reject his feelings. But you know how you feel, and now how he feels. You have nothing to deny.

Karl Heisenberg

-He would find out through sheer intuition. Heisenberg would notice your actions, your reactions to things, and put it all together. Can he be certain that you have feelings? No. But then he decides to pull a card and snoop a little just to confirm his own puzzle. Of course, some wording from you in a secret little journal was right, you did have feelings for him. His intuition was right.

-Heisenberg would feel, well, in denial. There was no way that you could actually feel something for him. He was too much of a monster. But at the same time, he hoped that his stubbornness to deny this would be proven false. If anything, he feels extremely vulnerable because someone has opened their heart to him. Now it's up to him to decide if he will open his heart back, which absolutely terrified him.

-Lucky for him, he's great at acting like he knows nothing. Heisenberg can go about his daily life without acting differently because of the feelings you have for him. He has to admit though, he catches himself getting flustered more often, which he hates and loves at the same time. It just goes to show how vulnerable and soft you've made him feel.

-Soon, he tries to take advantage of the situation. If you really have feelings for him, you will show it like you have been. So, he starts to tease you, get closer to you, and so forth. He knows he's just making himself more vulnerable, feeling more things towards you, but he's actually starting to like it. He likes the warm fuzzy feelings that are starting to appear in his cold-hearted chest. Soon, he won't be able to contain it.

-Eventually, his change of behavior brings your curiosity. However, it's still a race to see who will say something first, you or him. Heisenberg actually has less patience than you, so he brings this whole situation to light, giving you a whole speech how he doesn't care how you feel, but he needs to say how you feel. In reality, he was readying himself for the rejection his mind thought he would have to receive. He was glad his heart told him otherwise.

[horeformilfs]

Searching for Home

Dimitrescu Family x Gender Neutral Autistic Reader

TW: Bullying, Mention of Parental Death

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As the sun dipped behind the towering peaks of the Carpathian Mountains, casting a golden glow over the quaint village below, Y/N trudged out of the orphanage gates, shoulders hunched against the biting chill of the evening air. For seven long years, they had called this place home, but it had never felt like home. The laughter of other children echoed in the distance, a cruel reminder of their own solitude.

Y/N's steps faltered as a sudden cacophony of noise erupted around them. Startled, they instinctively covered their ears, heart pounding erratically in their chest. The world seemed to spin, the sounds blending into a nightmarish symphony of chaos. The older kids, faces twisted with malice, stood nearby, wielding an array of makeshift instruments to amplify the din.

"Look at the freak! Can't even handle a little noise," one of them jeered, his voice laced with cruelty.

Y/N's breaths came in short, ragged gasps as panic seized them, every nerve on edge. Desperate, they stumbled backward, eyes wide with fear, seeking escape from the overwhelming onslaught of sensory input.

"Leave me alone!" they cried, voice raw with emotion, but their words were lost amidst the clamor.

With a strangled sob, Y/N turned and fled, feet pounding against the cobblestones, tears blurring their vision. 

The village blurred past in a blur of colors and shapes, each alleyway a potential dead end. But Y/N pressed on, driven by a primal instinct to flee, to outrun the demons nipping at their heels.

Finally, as their legs threatened to give out beneath them, they stumbled upon the village church, its weathered stones looming like a beacon of refuge amidst the chaos. With one last burst of energy, they pushed open the heavy wooden door and stumbled inside, heart pounding in their chest.

As Y/N cowered behind the heavy wooden door of the village church, their heart still racing from the chase, they felt a sense of fleeting safety wash over them. The sounds of their pursuers grew fainter as they rounded a corner, their frantic footsteps fading into the distance.

Breathing heavily, Y/N pressed their back against the door, eyes darting around the dimly lit interior of the church. Shadows danced across the walls, casting eerie shapes upon the worn stone floor. With trembling hands, they reached out to steady themselves, fingertips grazing the rough surface of the doorframe.

Frantically, they scanned the room for any sign of movement, any indication that they were not alone. But save for the faint flicker of candlelight and the soft rustle of fabric, the church remained eerily silent.

Their gaze came to rest upon a faded photograph hanging on the wall, illuminated by the dim glow of the candles. It depicted a stern-faced woman, her eyes fixed in an unwavering gaze, her presence looming over the room like a silent sentinel. Mother Miranda, the villagers whispered, a figure of reverence and fear in equal measure.

Though Y/N had never been one for religion, in this moment of desperation, they found themselves drawn to the image before them. With a shaky breath, they bowed their head and clasped their hands together, fingers intertwining in silent supplication.

"Mother Miranda," they whispered, the words feeling foreign upon their lips. "Please... please help me. I don't want to go back there. I just want to be safe."

Closing their eyes, Y/N rocked back and forth, a soothing rhythm born from years of seeking solace in moments of overwhelming sensory input. They pressed their palms against their ears, willing the world to fade away, to grant them respite from the tumultuous storm raging within.

Unbeknownst to them, in the shadowed recesses of the church, a figure stirred. Mother Miranda herself, her presence as silent as a whisper, watched from the darkness, her gaze softening as she beheld the child huddled before her.

As Y/N's eyes widened in shock at the sight of Mother Miranda approaching, a wave of fear and uncertainty washed over them. Their instincts screamed at them to flee, to put as much distance between themselves and this enigmatic figure as possible. But as they pressed back against the solid wooden door, they found themselves trapped, with nowhere to run.

Miranda, sensing their distress, moved forward with slow, deliberate steps, her expression gentle yet unreadable beneath the mask that obscured her features. But as she drew nearer, Y/N's panic only intensified, their heart pounding in their chest like a trapped bird.

"Please, stay back," they whispered, voice trembling with fear, as they instinctively tried to shrink away from her looming presence.

Miranda paused, her keen gaze softened with understanding. She could sense the fear radiating from the child before her, could see the tension in their trembling form. With a silent nod, she halted her approach, giving them the space they so desperately sought.

But Miranda knew that mere words would not be enough to quell their fear, not when faced with the unknown. And so, with deliberate care, she reached up and began to unfasten the mask that obscured her face, revealing the woman beneath.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as the mask fell away, revealing features softened by compassion and empathy. It was unheard of for Mother Miranda to show such vulnerability, to strip away the veil of mystery that shrouded her every action. And yet, here she was, kneeling before them with a tenderness that took their breath away.

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes as Miranda brushed a gentle hand against their cheek, her touch as light as a feather. But as they flinched away, overcome by a lifetime of mistrust and uncertainty, Miranda's heart ached for the pain that lay hidden within.

"It's alright, child," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm against their frayed nerves. "You're safe now. Tell me, what has happened? How can I help you?"

Y/N hesitated, their gaze flickering away as they struggled to put their feelings into words. But Miranda was patient, her presence a comforting anchor in the storm of their emotions. And as they finally found the courage to speak, halting and hesitant though it may be, she listened with an open heart, ready to offer whatever solace they sought.

As Y/N poured out their heart to Miranda, recounting the cruel prank and the years of loneliness and ridicule they had endured, Miranda listened with a compassion that spoke volumes. Her eyes softened with empathy, mirroring the pain reflected in Y/N's own gaze.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, my child," Miranda said softly, her voice carrying a weight of understanding. "No one should ever have to feel so alone."

When Y/N mentioned their parents, Miranda's expression shifted, a flicker of sorrow crossing her features. "I'm deeply sorry for your loss," she murmured, her voice laced with genuine sympathy. "Lycan attacks can be devastating. Your strength in facing such tragedy is admirable."

As Y/N hesitated at Miranda's offer of a hug, Miranda respected their boundaries with a gentle nod. "Only if you feel comfortable, my dear," she assured them, her tone warm and reassuring.

With cautious acceptance, Y/N leaned into Miranda's embrace, feeling the comforting warmth of her presence envelop them like a protective cloak. Miranda's touch was gentle, her movements slow and deliberate, as she wrapped her arms around them in a gesture of comfort and reassurance.

As Miranda stroked their hair with tender affection, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over them, a fleeting moment of solace amidst the chaos of their world. And as they pulled away from the hug, a hesitant smile tugging at their lips, they found themselves trusting this woman in a way they never thought possible.

With a soft rustle of fabric, Miranda replaced her mask, the enigmatic facade once again in place. "Come, child," she said, her voice gentle yet commanding. "I have a place where you will be safe."

As they walked together in companionable silence towards Castle Dimitrescu, Y/N couldn't help but notice the grandeur of their surroundings, the imposing walls of the castle looming overhead like silent sentinels. But though questions tugged at their mind, they remained unspoken, for now content to follow Miranda's lead.

Entering the castle, they were met by a maid, whose eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Miranda. "Are you here to speak with Lady Dimitrescu, ma'am?" she asked, her voice deferential.

Miranda nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, please inform her of our arrival," she replied, her tone leaving no room for argument.

As the maid scurried off to relay the message, Y/N glanced up at Miranda, curiosity and uncertainty warring within them. "Where are we going?" they ventured to ask, their voice barely above a whisper.

Miranda's smile was gentle, her eyes filled with a promise of sanctuary. "You'll see, my dear," she replied cryptically, her hand resting reassuringly on Y/N's shoulder as they ventured deeper into the heart of the castle.

As Miranda led Y/N to the second floor of the castle, their heart hammered in their chest with each echoing step. The air felt charged with anticipation as Miranda knocked on a door, the sound reverberating through the quiet corridor. A muffled voice answered from within, and Miranda pushed the door open, ushering Y/N into the room.

Inside, a woman adorned in a cream-colored dress, a striking black hat perched upon her head, and leather gloves adorning her hands, turned to greet them. It was Lady Dimitrescu herself, her presence commanding attention as she rose from her seat, towering over them with an imposing stature that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine.

Y/N's eyes widened in awe and trepidation as they beheld the formidable figure before them. They instinctively took a step back, their breath catching in their throat, but Miranda's reassuring presence at their side anchored them in the moment.

"It's alright, my dear," Miranda murmured, her voice a soothing balm against the rising tide of fear. "Lady Dimitrescu won't harm you. She just wants to talk."

Slowly, Lady Dimitrescu approached, her movements deliberate and measured as she knelt down before Y/N, her gaze gentle yet penetrating. "What is your name, child?" she asked, her voice carrying a warmth that belied her intimidating exterior.

Y/N's gaze dropped to the floor, their fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of their shirt. They mumbled a response, barely audible above the rush of their own heartbeat.

Miranda interjected, her voice calm yet firm. "Their name is Y/N," she said, her eyes meeting Lady Dimitrescu's with a silent understanding. "I would like to speak with you privately for a moment, if you don't mind."

Lady Dimitrescu nodded, her gaze lingering on Y/N for a moment longer before turning to Miranda. "Of course," she replied, her tone betraying none of the curiosity that flickered in her eyes. "We can speak in the study."

As Y/N waited alone in the room, a strange buzzing sound began to fill the air, growing louder with each passing moment. Their heart raced with apprehension as they turned towards the source of the noise, eyes widening in surprise as three figures materialized before them.

The first, with flowing blonde hair and piercing yellow eyes, stepped forward, her presence exuding an air of confidence and elegance. "Well, well, what do we have here?" she purred, her voice smooth as silk as she regarded Y/N with a curious gaze.

Y/N's breath caught in their throat as they tried to find their voice, the weight of the three women's scrutiny bearing down upon them. With a shaky breath, they managed to whisper their name, barely audible above the hum of uncertainty that filled the room.

The blonde woman smiled, a predatory gleam dancing in her eyes. "Ah, a visitor," she mused, her tone laced with amusement. "Well, little one, allow me to introduce myself. I am Bela."

As she spoke, Y/N took in her features, noting the drained mascara that framed her eyes, the bloodstains that adorned her lips like a twisted smile. Despite her ethereal beauty, there was something undeniably unsettling about her presence.

Beside her stood two other women, each bearing a striking resemblance to Bela in both appearance and demeanor. Daniela, with her fiery red hair and intense gaze, and Cassandra, with her dark locks and stoic expression, completed the trio, their presence looming over Y/N like silent guardians.

Together, they formed a formidable trio, their allegiance to House Dimitrescu evident in the flower tattoos that adorned their foreheads. And as they regarded Y/N with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue, the air crackled with an unspoken tension, a silent invitation into the mysterious world of Castle Dimitrescu.

As the conversation flowed between them, Bela and Daniela peppered Y/N with questions, their curiosity piqued by the presence of this newcomer in their midst. Cassandra, however, remained aloof, her gaze flickering between her sisters and Y/N, uncertainty etched upon her features.

As the evening wore on, Y/N's exhaustion became palpable, their eyelids growing heavy with weariness. Sensing their fatigue, Bela gently inquired about Miranda and her mother's departure, her voice tinged with concern.

Y/N blinked owlishly, trying to recall the details of their departure. "I'm not sure," they admitted softly, their gaze wandering around the room until it landed on a clock hanging on the wall, its hands pointing to the late hour of 10 pm.

With a sigh, Bela guided Y/N to the couch, settling them between herself and Daniela. Daniela, ever the nurturing sister, retrieved a book and began to read aloud, the sound of her voice a soothing lullaby that washed over Y/N like a gentle breeze.

As the words of the story wove a tapestry of dreams, Y/N's eyelids drooped lower and lower, until at last, they succumbed to the embrace of sleep. Their head lolled to the side, coming to rest against Bela's shoulder, and she adjusted their position with a gentle touch, ensuring their comfort as she stroked their hair with tender affection.

Across the room, Cassandra watched silently, her expression unreadable as she observed the scene before her. But beneath her stoic facade, a flicker of something akin to warmth stirred within her, a newfound curiosity kindled by the presence of this enigmatic stranger in their home.

As Bela and Daniela exchanged whispers, their voices hushed with a mixture of curiosity and concern, Cassandra remained silent, her thoughts swirling like shadows in the depths of her mind.

"Did you notice anything strange about them?" Cassandra interjected suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet of the room like a sharp blade.

Bela and Daniela exchanged glances, their brows furrowing in contemplation. "Not particularly," Bela replied, her tone thoughtful. "Why, did you?"

Cassandra nodded, her expression grave. "There were a few things," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "They seemed... different somehow."

Bela's brow furrowed in concern. "Different how?" she pressed, her gaze searching Cassandra's face for answers.

Cassandra hesitated, her words carefully measured as she recounted her observations. "They had intense interests in specific topics, and their speech lacked inflection," she began, ticking off the points on her fingers. "They also displayed signs of anxiety, fidgeting, sensitivity to light and noise, and various tics and stimming behaviors."

Bela's eyes widened in realization, her thoughts racing as she considered Cassandra's words. "Do you think... they might be autistic?" she ventured, her voice soft with uncertainty.

Cassandra shrugged, her expression unreadable. "It's possible," she conceded, her tone cautious. "Perhaps we can ask them about it when they wake up."

Just then, the door opened, and Miranda and Alcina returned, their presence filling the room with a sense of calm authority. Miranda's gaze softened as she beheld Y/N asleep against Bela, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Bela turned to Alcina, her brow furrowed with concern. "What's going to happen now?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Alcina's expression softened as she regarded her daughters. "If Y/N decides to stay, they will be welcomed into our home," she explained gently. "But if not... well, we'll deal with that when the time comes."

Bela nodded in understanding, her thoughts racing with the weight of the decision that lay ahead. As she gently roused Y/N from their slumber, their eyes fluttered open, confusion etched upon their features as they took in the sight of Miranda and Lady Dimitrescu standing before them.

Miranda's voice was gentle as she explained the situation, giving Y/N time to process the offer that lay before them. And as they took a moment to consider their options, Alcina posed the question that hung heavy in the air.

"Would you like to stay with us, Y/N?" she asked, her tone soft with genuine concern.

After a moment of contemplation, Y/N met Alcina's gaze with a determined nod. "Yes," they replied, their voice steady with newfound resolve. "I would like that."

As Miranda reassured Y/N of their safety and well-being, a sense of relief washed over them, tempered by a lingering hint of hesitation. But as Miranda made to leave, Y/N's eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty, a silent plea for reassurance.

"Remember, my dear, you are in good hands," Miranda said, her voice soft with genuine care. "I will return in a few days to check up on you, and I'll come by weekly to see how you're adjusting."

Y/N nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of their lips. "Thank you, Miranda," they murmured, their gratitude evident in every word.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Miranda took her leave, her departure leaving an echo of quietude in her wake. Alcina stepped forward, her presence a comforting anchor in the sea of uncertainty.

"Come, Y/N," she said gently, her voice warm with reassurance. "Let me show you to your room."

But before they could move, Cassandra interjected, her voice filled with a quiet determination. "Mother, I have a question for Y/N," she said, her gaze fixed on her mother's face.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the prospect of yet another interrogation, their anxiety bubbling to the surface like a turbulent storm. But Daniela was quick to offer a reassuring smile, her voice a soothing balm against the rising tide of panic.

"Don't worry, little one," she said, her tone gentle yet firm. "It's nothing bad, I promise."

With a hesitant nod, Y/N braced themselves for whatever question lay ahead, their mind a whirlwind of uncertainty and apprehension. 

As Cassandra posed her question, a heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the sound of Y/N's quickening breaths. Their muscles tensed, every nerve on edge as they grappled with the weight of their answer.

Cassandra's gaze was steady, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern as she awaited Y/N's response. "Are you autistic?" she asked, her voice gentle yet direct.

"Yes," they whispered, their voice barely above a whisper, but it echoed loudly in the quiet of the room. "Yes, I am."

Instantly, a torrent of nervous energy flooded through them, their words tumbling out in a rush of panicked apology. "But if that's a problem, I can leave, I'll find somewhere else to stay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble, I-"

But before they could spiral further into self-doubt, Alcina moved with a grace born of years of experience, kneeling before them and gently lifting their chin with a touch as light as a feather. She smiled reassuringly, her eyes warm with understanding.

"Shh, child, it's alright," she murmured, her voice a soothing melody that calmed the storm raging within Y/N's mind. "Just breathe."

As Y/N's frantic apologies subsided, Alcina listened patiently, her daughters and Cassandra gathered around in a circle of support. And as Y/N poured out their fears and insecurities, recounting the hurtful reactions of others in the past, Alcina's heart ached with a newfound understanding.

"You are not most people," she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "You are here with us now, and we are here for you. Your identity is not a problem; it is a part of who you are, and we accept you for it."

Moved by her words, Bela and Daniela stepped forward, their arms open in a silent invitation. "Are you okay with a hug?" Bela asked softly, her eyes filled with empathy.

Y/N nodded, a small smile tugging at their lips as they leaned into the embrace, feeling the warmth and acceptance of their newfound family enveloping them like a comforting embrace. And as they stood there, held in the embrace of those who now stood by their side, they knew, in that moment, that they were home.

With Y/N enveloped in the warmth of their embrace, Bela and Daniela exchanged glances, their expressions soft with empathy. Cassandra approached cautiously, her movements tentative as she joined the circle, her gaze meeting Y/N's with a newfound sense of understanding.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered, their voice tinged with gratitude as they leaned into the comforting embrace of their newfound family.

Bela's smile was gentle as she tightened her hold, a silent reassurance that they were welcome here, just as they were. "You're part of our family now," she murmured, her words echoing the sentiment shared by all.

As the embrace lingered, Alcina's gaze swept over her daughters and Y/N, her heart swelling with a sense of belonging that she hadn't felt in years. "Let us show you to your room," she said, her voice warm with affection.

Together, they moved as one, a united front against the uncertainties of the world beyond. And as they ventured down the halls of Castle Dimitrescu, Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over them, a quiet reassurance that they had found their place in this enigmatic world.

As they reached the threshold of Y/N's new room, Alcina turned to them with a smile, her eyes soft with motherly affection. "Welcome home," she said, her voice a gentle promise of the love and acceptance that awaited them within these walls.

As Y/N took in the sight of their new room, a sense of wonder filled their heart. The soft glow of candlelight danced across the walls, casting shadows that seemed to whisper tales of centuries past. It was a room filled with history and mystery, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the world beyond.

As they turned to thank their newfound family, they found themselves alone in the quiet of the room with only Alcina present. The echoes of their footsteps mingled with the hushed whispers of the night, a symphony of solitude that enveloped them like a comforting embrace.

Just as they were about to settle into their new surroundings, Alcina's voice broke the silence, her presence a comforting presence in the dimly lit room. "My room is right down the hall, dear," she said softly, her words carrying a sense of warmth and reassurance. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

With a grateful nod, Y/N watched as Alcina approached, her movements graceful and deliberate. Cupping Y/N's cheek gently in her hand, Alcina leaned down to press a tender kiss to their forehead, a silent promise of protection and affection.

"Goodnight, my child," Alcina murmured, her voice a soothing melody that echoed in the stillness of the night. "Sleep well."

With a smile tugging at their lips, Y/N settled into their new bed, their heart filled with gratitude for the family that had welcomed them with open arms. And as they drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth and love of their new home, they knew, in that moment, that they were finally where they belonged. 

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

October 19th: Spanking

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu x reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: spanking (reader recieving), established relationship, size differences,

You knew you've royally fucked up when you disobeyed your girlfriends rules and decided to go to the garden without letting her know. It just gets to be too much being stuck in a house with so many people and you just wanted to have a few moments outside.

The giantess of a lady picked you up as if you weighed nothing as she carried you back into her private chambers. Her daughters knowingly scurried away to their own rooms as they see Alcina have you in her arms.

You can tell by the look on her face that she was pissed off by your actions. Fear filled your body as the two of you enter her bedroom.

"Alcina, I'm sorry for going outside without informing you. I just-"

Your attempt in apologizing was stopped before you were able to explain yourself to your girlfriend. She puts you down before sitting on the edge of her bed.

"I still have to punish you my pet. Pull down your pants and lay in my lap"

Alcina's voice sent waves of lustful shivers down your spine as you eagerly took off your pants and underwear, leaving you in only your shirt. You walked towards the edge of the bed, carefully getting into her lap before laying to where your bare ass is shown to her.

"Count and say I'm sorry every time I spank you, got it?"

You said a quiet 'yes mam' before she spanked your ass the first time. Her hand stung the fattest part of your ass as you yelped before speaking up.

"One, I'm sorry my lady"

Alcina smirks a bit at your submission before continuing her spanks on your ass, occasionally rubbing the spanked area before going back to her spanks and your counting and apologies .

[ladydimitrescusdarling]

Girl... you are giving us TOO MUCH power to just say whatever we want with Lady dimitrescu and valentines day🫣 I'm thinking maybe valentines day is passing and the Lady grabs a certain maid to spend it with to make it less lonely. Or perhaps reader is working up the courage to give her a love letter 👁 I can just hear the "Oh? What's this? My my".. and for a steamy thot I can't stop thinking of some special valentines day lingerie💏. Love all that you feed us, take care of yourself!!😭🙏

Firstly, love those ideas ❤️ especially that second one with the love letter!

And second, thank you ever so much that’s so sweet! ✨

More ideas and confessions are always welcome!

[multifandomgurl]

Hi! Can I ask you about Alcina Dimitrescu x reader smut? Like angry sex after fight? Or jealous Alcina?)

Uuuuu I really would like to write jealous Alcina that ends in smut 🤤🥵 Thank you for the request 💜💫