#bela gets angst and only angst from me for this one

[pasdasin]

Wicked Game

wolverine x vampire!reader

an: can u guys tell im not working rn with the amount uploading! also currently working on ch 4! if you guys have any ideas feel free to send me stuff!! i <3 vampire!reader and wanna write more about her :3... also sorry if pacing is weird lol

ch 3

warnings: SMUT!!! fingering, erotic blood drinking, angst lol, prob like cussing lol, im sure there is more so just be warned in general, mdni lol

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The proposition weighed heavily on your mind. A chance to return where it all started? You couldn’t stomach the thought. You’d have to ask Logan what he thought. He always knew what to say. You couldn’t dwell on it now, another task was at hand. You smoothed out your denim skirt for the millionth time and stared at your reflection. Nothing seemed appropriate enough. Nothing seemed right when it came to talking about your past. Two hundred and seventy-five years old and this was most nerve racking thing you’ve ever done.

talk in front of teenagers. 

Sighing you turned back to your closest when the door of your room slowly opened.

“y/n? Are you ready yet? My class is waiting” Storm entered your room. “Damn you look good! Honestly expected a full Bela Lugosi get up.”

“Very funny, but I am not a vampire.” You said, turning to her. 

“Okay yeah, and I don’t control the weather.” She snickered at you. She held out her hand and you grabbed it tightly, allowing yourself to be pulled through the halls of the mansion as the two of you giggled and talked friday night plans. 

The two of you reached her classroom and it seemed fuller than normal. You glanced around the room and noticed Logan standing near one of the walls closer to where you’d be presenting. You shot him a smile smile and he nodded back at you, causing your heart to race. You approached the desk at the front of the room and took a deep breath in. You could not only hear your heart pumping, but also every single person in that room. 

Turning around you smiled at everyone and sat sheepishly on the desk. You felt Logan’s eyes on you as you listened to Storm start her lecture. You glanced towards him and watched as he sent you a silent message.

You’ll be okay bub. I’m right here.

You turned back to the class and scanned the crowd. It seemed as though every single person was there, even though it was physically impossible. Your eyes zeroed in on Scott and Alex. Alex. Your mind wandered back to what Charles asked of you the previous night.

“I know you don’t do missions since the incident, but you could really benefit Alex.”

“I dedicated my life to medicine, and helping others. I cannot just leave that.”

“Just think about it okay? Its London afterall. Don’t think I don’t know about what the two of you did there”

You quickly glanced away and turned your full attention back to Storm. She was just about finished with her recap of the lesson plan. Her eyes met yours and she winked down at you. 

“Now that we have finished Dracula, I thought as a treat instead of a movie, we could hear about the real events from the person who inspired the book herself. This is y/n, your school nurse.” A small round of applause broke out as you stood up from the desk.

“Hi everyone! So yes I inspired Dracula, so please ask me any questions.” Immediately questions rang out towards you. Are you a vampire? How come you don’t sparkle? I thought vampires drink blood!

Typical questions that you usually got from new students that visited your office. You quickly answered them without even thinking about it. Alex raised his hand jokingly before asking you the question you dreaded the most.

“How exactly did you inspire the book?” You paused, silently remembering the events of the night. You felt a knot in your throat before you began.

“In 1895, I met Bram Stoker in a pub. He was strange but endearing. A flirt really, and I knew I was done for. In 1896 I confessed to him my mutation and how at that point I was twenty-five for fifty years at that point. He didn’t believe me of course and when I showed him my true nature, the book was born.” You paused, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. “The dedication was for me, and one of the brides had my name at the time and my description. I left Ireland and headed for London after the town found out about it. That’s actually where I met Logan.” 

The rest of the class period was full of laughter and more questions about your life in general, but you easily avoided those. As your presentation ended, you thanked Storm for the chance she gave you and promised to get drinks in the future. She walked away from you as Logan approached, wrapping his arm around your waist. 

“Good job bub. I knew you could do it.” You pushed his arm jokingly as the two of you started to walk out of the room, as Alex walked up to the two of you. Logan’s grip on your waist tightened.

“To my ever lasting beauty, an ageless angel, my queen of the dark. A book for your life. Wow you really made an impression on this dude. I didn’t realize you only dated what? Tall, dark and handsome. I’ll dye my hair ya know”

“Watch it Alex” Logan muttered, his claws starting to breach his knuckles.

“Woah big guy, I am just teasin. Anyways, y/n I heard the professor talked to you about Europe. What did ya think?” You made a face as you heard Logan’s blood race faster.

“I’m not too sure yet. I am still thinking about everything.” He nodded at your words before wishing you well and ignoring Logan. The two of you watched him walk away. 

“What the hell is he talking about?” Logan looked down at you, his face mixing into anger and confusion. 

“Lets go to my room okay?”

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“What the hell do you mean a mission to London? And with him!” Logan snarled at you. You stared him down, not afraid of what he would do to you. 

“Calm down Logan! Its not a big deal I haven’t even decided yet!”

“Yeah I’m deciding for you. NO” He paced the left side of the bed as he muttered to himself.

“You don’t control me! I am my own person and I can’t die! Why don’t you trust me?” You felt your fangs push downwards in anger. If you weren’t careful you weren’t sure what would happen. 

“I don’t trust him. You won’t go and thats final.” His claws started to extend as he turned towards you. Fuck it.

The two of you lunged at each other and embraced as a tangle of limbs. Your lips crashed onto every piece of skin it met before you finally met his lips. He held you close to his chest and he messily made out with you, somehow managing to rip off your shirt, leaving in just the skirt and bra. His breath reeked of alcohol and his cologne filled your nose. The tobacco residue from an earlier cigar danced on his tongue as you deepened the kiss. You turned to straddle his lap, you pushed him down on the bed and, without thinking, you leaned down and sunk your fangs into his neck.

The warmth of his blood entered your mouth and the taste was euphoric. You continued your frenzy as you started to grind down on his growing erection. He groaned and panted as you nuzzled deeper into his vein. Your hot breath created a layer of pleasure to the holes in his neck and you pushed down harder on his clothed cock. 

“Please, fuck, don’t stop.” He choked out, moaning the last word. You didn’t think you could if you even wanted too. The taste of his blood made you whine in his ears as you picked up the pace of your hips, desperate for friction. His hand snaked down to your pussy, fingers slipping into your underwear and onto your clit. Your fangs sunk in deeper as he rubbed circles. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He picked up the pace making you squeal from pleasure.

“Pl-ee-se-” You couldn’t think. The friction, his fingers, his blood. Without warning, you came hard on his fingers, allowing yourself to get lost in the heat of the moment.

Eyes half lidded you removed your fang from his neck and you looked down at the mess created. Blood stained the sheets, pillows, his shirt, and most likely everything else on the bed. Your mouth and neck was covered in a sheer layer of his blood. 

You snapped back to reality and realized what you had done. 

“Logan I’m- I can’t. I have to go.” Quickly you threw on a random shirt and left as quickly as you came, leaving Logan in the mess.

His neck already healing, his lifted his pants to stare at the mess left. Cuming in his pants was so middle school, but it wouldn’t be the first time this happened. Before being forced into the weapon x program, you fed on him regularly. Back then, your insatiable bloodlust wasn’t controlled, and he loved it. 

Trapped in the trance of euphoria, he didn’t realize you had gone. Slowly succumbing to sleep, Logan wouldn’t realize until the morning that you had gone. He ran through the mansion praying you’d still be in the confines of the walls. It was too late when he finally reached you. 

Watching as you left with Alex Summers to a mission to Europe. 

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[bettyfrommars]

Death Becomes Us

Part 10: The Man Who Made a Monster

vampire!Eddie x supernatural!Fem!Reader

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WC: 7.6k

18+ONLY, MDNI, mention of wounds, car accidents, a bit of body horror, angst, guns, gunshot wounds, reader gets physically hurt (but bounces right back), blood, drinking blood, allusions to smut, evil men, supernatural powers, a demobat fren, fear of the unknown, a fire, werewolf!Steve, Dr. Brenner. References to one of my favorite 80's shows, the Incredible Hulk with Lou Ferrigno, and mid-90's MTV. Tiny references to FOI that you won't even notice if you haven't read the book.

Summary: Eddie, Jareth, and Steve come to your rescue, but do you even need to be rescued? Bad men surface and reader finds strength she never knew she had. Eddie confesses more than one secret to us, and the tension is thick. Reader is called Dove as a nickname.

Author's Note: I covered quite a few bases in this chapter, but there is still a lot to explore in the next and final part. We get to see reader in action and get some much-deserved satisfaction. I 've been staring at it for so long, I really hope you have fun reading this, love you. As always, Jareth's face claim is Jamie Campbell Bower.

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this starts right where Part 9 left off

Eddie snatched his keys and shoved Steve out the door before he quickly put some food down for Dio and locked the dead bolt.  

Steve called shotgun in the air, vaulting over the hood like an extra from the movie Grease, making Jareth roll his eyes.  “Is he part werewolf or labrador?” Whispering under his breath to Eddie, but Eddie just nudged him out of the way.

Jareth paused on the opposite side of the Pontiac GTO.  “We should go on foot, it would be faster,” hinting to the lightning-speed with which vampires moved.

Eddie inclined his head to Steve.  “Not when we’ve got the pup with us.”

“Fuck you,” Steve sneered, brushing back a flop of hair from his forehead.  “I can keep up with you two geezers, trust me.”

“What if I just kill him and rid us of the dead weight,” Jareth grumbled.

“You can try,” Steve bit, growling deep in his chest.

“Enough!” Eddie snapped, swatting the top of the car with his hand.  “Everyone get in and hold the fuck on. We’re goin’ for a ride.”

—----

Heat scorched through your veins like lava, and as your eyes fluttered open, you passively wondered if the car was on fire, and you were about to be cooked alive.

But

You were no longer in the vehicle.  Squeezing your eyelids tight to find the memory, recollection came flooding back as your fingers curled into dirt, cheek pressed into the forest foliage.  There might have even been a pinecone acting as a pillow at your ear.  

The muscles in your arms and shoulders throbbed, not to mention the feeling of your skull being cracked open by a catastrophic neurological event.  A migraine to rival all migraines.

You remembered being taken…the conversation about Brenner…and Bela…

Bela!

You called her name, but it came out as nothing but a puff of air, a whine deep in your chest.  

What if she got hurt in the crash? What if she —

The crash!

Adrenaline flushed through you like a swarm of bees and you sat up, cracking your stiff neck as you went, and your head swam.  

Where the fuck were you?

A car passed a few yards away on the highway and you realized you’d been tossed into a ravine.  In the distance, the SUV you’d been kidnapped in was on its back and smoking as if something inside had caught fire.  Where was that awful witch and the man who was driving?

A memory of ripping the door off by its hinges and climbing out of the vehicle flashed behind your eyes, but that was impossible.  You must’ve been able to jump out and then hit your head or something. You weren’t turning green and ripping out of your clothes; you were no Lou Ferrigno.

You moved your legs to make sure they worked, and soon you were on your feet, using tufts of grass to crawl along as if you were about to fall off the earth.

In the distance, thunder rolled.

—----

“Turn here, take the shortcut!” Steve shot his hairy arm between the two seats, pointing to right after the stop sign.

“I know what I’m doing!” Eddie roared.  “Just sit the fuck back and stay cool.”

Eddie could feel you, and his heart was jackhammering in his chest.

He floored the gas, tires squealing as they ghosted the road, peeling down the old highway through the woods that barely anyone used anymore.  The velocity shot Steve back against his seat, and Jareth’s fingers dug into the console while music from Sisters of Mercy blared from the stereo. 

“We’re close,” Eddie lowered his chin, laser focused on the scene ahead of him.  He could feel that familiar static fill his body whenever he was in your vicinity.  

You were not the first human whose blood he’d tasted, not by a long shot.  In fact, for the first few years after he’d been made vampire, he didn’t care about  himself or anyone else, and it seemed there wasn’t a willing human in a 100 mile radius that he hadn’t tasted.

But with you, it wasn’t even about your blood.

You made him feel a certain type of way that he’d been missing for over a decade, perhaps even his whole life.

The clouds trembled, and a crackle of lightning shot a silent burst of light through the midnight sky. All three of them could smell the wreck before it was ever in view, and Eddie released his foot on the gas to slow down a bit.

—---

You stumbled onto the main highway, and the headlights came at you too fast to understand what was happening.  

Everything was so bright, it hurt your eyes. It made you swipe your hands in the air and groan, fighting the illumination as if it were a tangible enemy. 

The car coming at you screeched on its brakes, twisting to the side so that it wouldn’t hit you, skidding sideways.

In a blink, you recognized the stunned faces on the other side of the windshield.

—---

The other two men in the car didn’t see that it was you at first—but Eddie knew.  He’d witnessed those shock white eyes before, void of color or pupil.

Electricity snapped off you, as if  you were a live wire. It crackled and skipped off of your skin like the lightning that appeared above them in the sky.

One of your arms was twisted unnaturally backwards at the elbow, but you somehow flexed the joint back into place as you stood there, correcting your posture.  You stood on one side of  your foot as if your ankle was broken, but then that righted itself with a sickening twist.  Your limbs jerked like the walking dead trying to move for the first time after reanimation.  All of this, and yet your face appeared unphased, as if you were impervious to the pain.

Your face was set in surprise and fear and confusion, and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest to be able to hold you.

With a curse, he slammed the GTO to a halt, tires burning rubber as they locked and skidded on the asphalt.  

Something told him you were fairly invincible, just like him, but he wasn’t taking any chances.  

Steve slid across the backseat, knocking his head on impact, and Jareth’s fingers dug so deep into the console that they left puncture marks.  

Eddie didn’t have time to think about what the other two were doing or the danger of leaving his car in the middle of the highway, he threw the gear into park and jumped out to check on you.

From above, there came a loud squawking, and Bela soared down from where she’d been circling in the sky to land on your shoulder with a weight that almost made you lose your balance.

—-----

Bela bared her teeth and screeched at whoever was approaching from the vehicle.  The headlights were too bright, and your ear canals were on fire with hot noise.  A loud, shrill ringing filled your skull cavity like sharp a million tiny pinpricks.

But then you recognized his silhouette

You’d know  it anywhere

“Eddie?”

“It’s me,” he assured you.  “Are you hurt?”

Bela settled once she knew it was him, lowering her wings, and his body came to block the light so that you could see the distress in his face.  He reached a hand out to touch your arm, but then he yanked it back with a hiss.  It was like you’d given him an electrical shock, with volts like those from a cattle prod or taser.  

“I didn’t mean to do that,” you hesitated, hoping he’d dare to touch you again. 

And he did, rushing closer without pause, not caring about how bad the last one stung. He cupped one hand at your jaw while the other went to your hip, searching your mouth for temptation's sake.  “Let’s get you home.”

He got zapped a few more times from seemingly stray sparks, in the chest and the side, making him wince, but he did not relent.  It was a good thing the violent stabbing did not force him back, because just then your knees gave out and you slumped into his arms. Bela took to the sky again before landing on the hood of the GTO with another high pitched wail, wings spanning out as if she were about to conduct an orchestra.

Eddie dropped to his knees on the ground next to you, careful to protect your head from the pavement with his hand.  In wolf form, Steve trotted over to nudge your face with his snout and lick your cheek with a whimper.

“She’ll be okay,” Eddie took his jacket off and made it into a pillow for you, before angling to sink his fangs into his own wrist.  “She needs blood.”

“Use mine,” Jareth hovered nearby, and you could vaguely hear them arguing as your adrenaline crashed.  “I’m older, my blood is stronger.”

“No,” Eddie growled, and then the two bared their teeth at each other.  

Eddie knew that, more than anything, Jareth wanted to be in  your head, to be linked to you in the same way he was.  To know where you were at all times and for you to have…those special dreams about him.  No way in hell would Eddie let that happen.

He’d already punctured a vein and had his tattooed wrist over your mouth, leaking his life force into your trembling lips until you were able to latch on and suck.  

Jareth’s stare bore into Eddie.  “Maybe I should tell her you’re the reason Brenner knew about her in the first place.”

Eddie glared at him.  “You don’t know fuck about it.”

Jareth smirked.  “I know more than you think about the little ‘job’ you were hired to do for him.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed and he shushed him. “This isn’t the place for this, Jareth.”

A car had to navigate around the GTO to continue down the old highway, and the person shouted their disapproval, but then the driver slowed once he spotted you on the ground and the SUV that was rolled over on its side in the distance.

Jareth and Eddie turned to him and hissed with their fangs out, glaring at him with obsidian eyes, until he slammed on the gas and sped off in the direction he was headed.  Steve growled and chased after the car, keeping up with it for a while before hanging back to sniff around the wreckage that you’d managed to somehow survive.  

You mumbled, gurgling on a spurt of blood, and Eddie took his wrist away.  Your eyes were closed, but your tongue flicked out to lick more of his essence from your stained lips.  Were you conscious enough to know what they were talking about? He’d planned on telling you everything, but the time was never right.  He never expected things to get so…messy.  Never expected you’d become so…special to him.  

Some rich dude offers you to keep an eye on someone for a couple weeks for an abnormally huge chunk of cash, you do it.  He’d had no skin in the game when he initially accepted the offer.  

Caring about you as much as he did was the last fucking thing he’d expected to happen, but he didn’t know how to make it stop.

Jareth leaned over you to get closer to Eddie.  “If you don’t tell her soon, I will, and your little fairytale will be over.”

All Eddie could do was grind his teeth: Jareth was right, he should’ve explained the whole thing to you that night when he’d waited for you to get back from your date with Steve.  But by then, he was afraid he’d lose you.

Yet, how could you lose someone you never had?

“We need to get out of here,” Eddie eased you into a sitting position, your head flopped, and then held your chin in his hand.  Your eyelids were fluttering and your skin was beginning to cool as the healing properties of his blood took effect.  

God, how badly he wanted to press his lips to yours.

“What about the witch?” Jareth stood to full height to look over and see Steve sniffing around the crash. “What if they survived?”

Eddie had you off your feet and lifted in his arms by then, but Jareth was right.  As much as he wanted to get you far away from there, he’d watched enough horror movies to know that you never turned your back on a killer until you knew they were dead.  Knocking them unconscious with the back of a shovel wasn’t enough; you had to chop their whole head off and throw them in a cement mixer.

Steve morphed back into human form halfway back to the group, butt naked again, to report back on what he’d found.

Eddie waited for him to announce that there was no one in the vehicle and the bodies were gone…

But instead, Steve shook his head.  “Looks like they didn’t survive.  His neck is broken and she’s—-”

“Are you sure?” Jareth blurted with an air of irritation. “Maybe I should check for myself.”

“I think I know what a dead body smells like, asshole,” Steve grunted, pushing back on Jareth’s chest.

The headlights of another car was approaching, and Eddie reiterated that they needed to get as far away as possible from the scene of the crime. He threw the keys to Jareth, and made Steve sit in front so that he could crawl into the back with you while you healed.  Bela billowed into the sky and hovered there, waiting to see where they were taking you so she could follow.  

It wasn’t his blood that healed your broken foot or your fractured arm though—you’d done that all by yourself.  Maybe you didn’t need him after all, maybe you’d be better off without him.

“Put your pants back on,” Eddie tossed the clothing from the back seat over to Steve.  “I don’t need you teabagging the upholstery.”

Next to him, you had your head on Eddie’s shoulder and your hand on his thigh when Jareth sped off just in time to miss being clipped by the oncoming semi truck.  It blared its horn just as you lifted your head to look up at Eddie with groggy eyes.

He licked his lips, feeling his throat close up at how near your face was to his.

“Did you save me?” Your voice was strained, sounding like your esophagus was constricted.

Eddie put his hand over yours and you interlaced fingers.  “I think you saved yourself,” he mumbled.  “You don’t need me.”

“I do,” you said it so fast, and he leaned over even more, thinking maybe he hadn’t heard you correctly.  “I do need you.”

Your hand in his, he brought it up to his chest, searching your eyes as an avalanche of words trembled at the tip of his tongue, right there wanting to roll out like a carpet of devotion to you.  

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves because he was shaking so fucking bad.

Jareth caught his eye in the rearview mirror and the two glared at each other before Eddie broke contact and wrapped another arm around your shoulders to bring you closer.  “We’re almost home,” he hushed, planting his lips to your forehead, blushing at the way you refused to let go of his hand.  “I won’t leave you.”

—----

By the time you got back to the trailer park, your energy and strength had been fortified and you urged everyone to go home to let you get some rest, except for Eddie, who’s hand you were still holding as you got out of the car.

The witch and her companion being dead felt too good to be true, and a measure of palpable dread hung in the air.  It was unspoken knowledge that Brenner was still after you, and he knew exactly where you lived.  

Jareth stepped forward, tipping your chin up with the crook of his finger.  “Are you sure you don’t need anything, love?”

“She has me,” Eddie growled.

Jareth fluttered his eyelids in that bored way he’d mastered.  “If you’re so concerned, we’d be better off at Sacrament.  I can keep her safe there more sufficiently than she’d be in this…” he fanned his hand around a few times, “...this place.”

Bela landed on the railing with a swoosh and squawked.

“I hate to say it, after everything,” you angled toward the steps, exhausted.  “But I don’t think this Brenner person is going to stop until he gets what he wants.” You glanced sideways at Eddie. “I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.”

“I’d like to meet this guy myself,” Steve said through gritted teeth.  

Jareth flipped the collar of his coat up and ran a hand through his golden hair.  “Well, my offer stands.  Sacrament is at your service if you should require shelter or protection.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie said dismissively, reaching for the railing to cage you away from the two men. “We’ll let you know.”

“Thank you, Jareth,” you told him, and he winked at you, returning the genuine curve of your smile.

And Eddie hated it so much, he wouldn't have been surprised if steam were coming out of his ears like a cartoon villain.

But he let it slide because Jareth could make things fucking awkward in that moment if he wanted to.  

You turned to Steve.  “Would you like to come in? I don’t have much by way of food, but—”

“He’s fine,” Eddie answered for him.

The two glared at each other for a beat, but then Steve relented.  “Thank you, but I’m not hungry.  Still, I think I’ll stick around for a while, check the perimeter,” he ignored the tick in Eddie’s jaw and waved at you as he backed up to disappear around the backside of the trailer. 

“Hey Harrington, my vest!” Eddie shouted, and it wasn’t long before the denim came sailing through the air to land on the dead lawn near the porch.  Eddie bent to pick it up with a huff, and by then Jareth had disappeared into the night.

Now you were finally alone, and as much as it was what he wanted, it made his stomach drop.

Eddie paced the living room a bit before taking a seat, perching precariously at the end of the sofa to bounce his knee and gnaw at his bottom lip.  

“Listen,” you took a beer and a half-full bottle of NuBlood out of the fridge to put it in the microwave for him.  “I figure there’s no use asking you to leave with people obviously hunting me down, but I really need to take a shower.  So just…make yourself at home I suppose?”

The microwave dinged and you walked the warm glass bottle over, and then waited for him to wrap his hand around it, fingers grazing yours, before you spoke. “I feel like there are some things we should talk about.”

Eddie was already nodding. “I’d like that,” he gulped.

Eddie waited until he heard the shower running before he sank down into the cushion and used the remote to turn the TV on.  He needed to distract himself from letting his mind wander to how you were absolutely undressing in there, about to be naked and wet and…

He squirmed in his seat and turned the volume up.  It was an MTV music video for Metallica’s Until it Sleeps, but he only vaguely cared as he puffed his cheeks for a forceful exhale. In his head, he practiced what he would say, how he would beg your forgiveness, and how he never really understood what this guy Brenner was all about until it was too late…

In the shower, you made the water as hot as you could handle it, leaning into the burn, and stood there for the longest time without moving. Eyes closed, you could feel Eddie step into the shower behind you, sneaking his hands around to pluck at your nipples.  “Room for one more?” He rumbled in your ear, just before he nibbled it.

He wasn’t really there, but you couldn’t help but touch yourself with a soapy hand as if he were, biting your lip around a moan.

The water ran cold by the time you were ready to step out, swooshing the curtain aside with a swift swipe of your arm.  

The thump of something heavy falling to the ground out in the living room had you straining to hear what it might’ve been as you pulled a clean t-shirt and jeans on.  Music videos were on, playing In the Blood by Better Than Ezra, and you called Eddie’s name.

The only response you got was from Bela, and she let out one long screech that felt like it had the power to break glass.

“Eddie?” You shouted this time, flinging the door open to let the steam roll out and fill the hallway. “Bela??”

The door to your trailer was wide open, but Bela was there, scrambling from the back of the couch to perch on your shoulder the second you came into view. 

“What happened?” You asked your demobat companion.  “He just left us here? Without a word?”

The potted terracotta plant that had once been above the TV right by the door was on the carpet, shattered.  

You crossed your arms over your chest, and shivered as you stepped one foot out on the porch to look around, a chill breeze nipping at your flesh.  “Eddie? Are you out here? Steve?”

The whole court was eerily silent, even the crickets and frogs were holding their breath.

You backed up into the house, pulling the door shut.

The TV screen went from MTV to static, and you stepped back to stare at it while Bela swished her tentacles around nervously, leaving red, raised scratches on your arm and neck.  She was heavy, but you’d gotten used to her weight and hitched our shoulder up to accommodate.

The static changed to the image of a man standing before a black backdrop.  He was tall and thin, wearing a business suit with a full head of silver hair. 

“Hello Dove,” the man on your TV said.

He was looking right at you.

You glanced around for a weapon, but as if he could read your mind he said.  “No need for that, I don’t want to hurt you.”  He was handsome in a “trust me”, evil doctor kind of way, but the last thing you felt like giving him was your trust.

“What did you do to Eddie?” It felt stupid, talking to an electronic device as if it were a person, but that was the situation you’d found yourself in.  

Brenner said nothing, but you got a bad feeling and swallowed to wet your dry mouth before taking cautions steps over to the window facing his trailer to peel back the blinds.

But you could already see the flames inside, and just then, you smelled the smoke.

His trailer

It was on fire.

“Nononono no,” You chanted, charging for the door.  

“Come with me quietly,” the man on the TV said, calmly. “Or your vampire boyfriend will meet the final death.”

You halted in your tracks, glaring down at the older man, nostrils flaring with anger.  “Come with you? Where are you hiding?” You chided; hands balled into fist as you cocked your head. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?”

Brenner looked down before meeting your eyes again.  “Your father underestimated the capacity for your powers.  I don’t plan to make the same mistake.”

“How did you know my father?” You barked.

Outside, one of Eddie’s windows blew out, glass shattering everywhere, and his curtains went up in flames.

You ran outside and flew down the steps before the man's voice could stop you.  Dio, Eddie’s cat, ran by to hide under your trailer.  

Maybe Eddie had gone in like a crazy person to save some photos or something, and somehow, he’d gotten trapped in there.   Bela took to the sky while you rushed to his door.

But then there he was, staggering out on a dark cloud of smoke, holding an electric guitar in his hand.

“My sweetheart,” he held it up.  “I couldn’t let her burn.”

He was smiling at you from the top of his steps, dimples popping, and you could help but mirror it, flooded with relief.  He really didn’t care that his whole place was burning, as long as he had Dio, his guitar, and you.

He’d lost much more in his life to a fire once when he was younger, so this one wouldn't sting half as bad.  

And it suddenly didn’t matter that some creepy old dude could somehow talk to you through your TV: Eddie was okay.  

But then something else happened. 

He took the first step, never taking his eyes off of you, but something knocked his shoulder back, like an invisible punch.  

And then another and another

The smile on his face quivered and his forehead creased, trying to understand what was happening.

He tucked his chin to look at his torso, and your eyes followed.

Dark blooms were appearing on his shirt like liquid spilled from an inkwell.  On his chest, over his heart, from his stomach.  

He stumbled down the last two steps and then fell to his knees, dropping the guitar so that he could brace himself with his hand.

Had Eddie been shot?

You didn’t have time to figure that out.  Some strange voice in your head told you there was a chance the trailer could explode—or maybe you’d watched too many movies—but you had to get him away from there.  He was a vampire, and even if he had been shot, he could heal, but you weren't sure how he would survive his body being blown to bits.  

The next thing you knew, you were carrying him, much like he’d carried you in his arms earlier.  You didn't need to summon the insane strength; it was just there. There was that buzzing in your skull, and you could feel violent sparks crackling through your muscles.

Everyone was coming out of their trailers at that point, and Dolores was screaming frantically into her phone wearing a nightshirt and curlers in her hair.  You didn’t know how long it would take for the fire department to get there, or if there was a possibility that the wreckage would spread to the other trailers.

You put Eddie down on the other side of your hearse and leaned him back against the tire to find there was blood trickling from his mouth, but he still tried to grin at you.

“See,” he sputtered.  “You’re like a superhero.  You don’t need me.”

“But I do,” tears clouded your eyes while another window blew out from the trailer.  You put your forehead to his and your lips brushed together.  “Please, don’t leave me.  Eddie I—”

“The bullets,” he winced.  “They’re silver.  My body can’t reject them.”

There were three or four different holes in him there that were steaming as the silver burned him from the inside.  You cupped your hand on his jaw, and he grabbed your wrist, turning his head to kiss your palm.  

“Here, take my blood—” 

You yanked your shirt down to give him your pulsing jugular, but all of a sudden you were forced back by some unseen force, flying through the air until you landed ass first in the gravel and skidded to a stop, rolling over to find yourself face first at the feet of someone wearing a pair of black, shiny shoes and slacks.

“Dove,” a familiar, deep voice said. “We meet again.”

You pushed back, scuttling away to find that it was the man from your TV; he was standing in your trailer park.  Flanked by two menacing looking men with bald, tattooed heads, wearing sunglasses.  Each of them in suits and ties as if they were the actual Men in Black.  

“I don’t know you,” you grumbled, getting to your feet that were bare and bleeding, but healing rapidly. You checked around each shoulder cautiously to see that there was a handful of other men in suits, all of them holding guns, and then a tall guy with a scalp of strawberry stubble, no more than 20, in a red jumpsuit. The guy had his chin down, eyes pinned on you as if he might shoot lasers from them.

His expression was deceivingly kind.  “My name is Martin Brenner.  I met you before you died the first time,” he said casually.

“You see, your father and I used to be friends,” he walked a circle around you, before coming front and center again.  “He stole valuable information from my laboratory in order to bring you back.  You're my property as well, but he decided to keep you from me.”  

“My father never mentioned you,” was all you could say.  In your peripheral vision, you could tell the others were inching close.

“We could’ve been so great together, Dove.  Imagine your contribution to science.  And you would not be so uncertain about your powers,” he stepped back to gesture at the boy in the red jumpsuit.  “I want to introduce you to Kane.  He was reanimated the same way you were, but under my expertise and supervision.”

Kane had a railroad scar on his forehead, and a hand that was a different skin color than the rest of his body.  It wasn’t just a different skin tone; it was a body part from an entirely different person.

You thought about all of the love you were raised with, and though your dad fumbled the ball on attentiveness quite a bit, you never doubted how much he cared for you.  You were beginning to understand that maybe he didn’t explain what abilities you might have because it would lead you back to Brenner somehow.

The surge of power was growing inside of you, and instead of pushing it down, you let it grow and churn and spill out, creating a type of electrical force field around your body, a vibrating aura of protection.

“Show her what you can do, Kane,” Brenner said.

Not sure what to expect, you watched Kane rubbed his hands together, creating a bright bolt of lightning from the friction, his eyes went milk white, and then he shot an arm out towards the nearest hulking security guard, palm open, and it sent the man in black off his feet, sailing back as if he were hugging an invisible beach ball.  He smacked into the side of the opposite neighbor’s trailer with a bone to metal thwack.  

Your eyes were fixed for too long on the man slumped in the gravel, and when you turned to face Kane again, he was a few steps closer, peering through his lashes at you with an evil twitch of his lips.

Apparently, you were the next example in his bag of tricks.  

Your feet were off the ground before you could process another thought, catching air like a rag doll only to drop down and skid face first into the cold, dry earth.  

Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be, eh? Lifting into a push up position, you spat dirt and blood from your mouth with a curse.

Gathering yourself up and into a crouch, you vaguely heard Eddie call your name, but he was still rendered temporarily helpless by the silver, and your head was spinning.  Not so much from confusion and fear this time, but more…anger.

You nailed Kane with a heated look, and then your hand lashed out in his direction, though he was yards away, and actual sparks flew from your palm, spitting like fireworks.

Kane was pummeled in the gut with a force he obviously wasn’t expecting, and you kept going before he could find his footing again, knocking him down before he could raise a hand at you again..

“How does that feel?” You bit, towering over him. 

In a heartbeat, you lifted Kane’s limp body above your head with a roar that you could not believe came from your own mouth.  Arching back, you aimed to drop him over the nearby trailer hitch, which would surely break his back, if not kill him, but then you remembered who you were and faltered.

Blinking, trying to quiet the buzzing in your skull, you knew you did not want to kill this boy.

You understood, even under such duress, that he was only doing what he was told.  

But Brenner was actually applauding you, pupils blown from the intensity, urging you to keep going, to murder this stranger at his bidding.  

You could’ve very easily ended up just like Kane, if not for the love and protection of your father.  

Heaving, trying to calm yourself, you threw Kane’s body in the opposite direction, so that he landed on flat ground that would absolutely hurt, but he’d be able to walk away.  

Brenner beamed at you like a parent watching their child take their first steps.  “You’re stronger than I’d imagined.  Your powers have somehow increased since your inception, and I’d love to know why.”

You squared up with him, making him step back to avoid the sparks actively snapping off of you.  “What do you want from me?”

You didn’t have to look to know that all of the guns were trained on you.  

“I want you to work for me, Dove. We could change the world together, you and I.”

It felt like he was trying to sell you a car, not asking to hook you up to electrodes and make you his own personal soldier.  

“Never,” you were calm now, and you wanted nothing to do with this man or whatever he thought he could do for you.

The flames went higher on the trailer, and in the distance, wails of a fire engine could be heard.  

You caught sight of Eddie, but he was flat on the ground now and no longer sitting up.

You rushed by Brenner, slamming into his shoulder as you went, but two of the guards caught you by the arms.  It felt like they were stronger than normal men, and when they bared their fangs, you realized they were vampires.

Growling, you flung them off of you, and they went stumbling back as if they weighed nothing, as if you were suddenly impervious to their supernatural strength.

“Kill the boyfriend,” you heard Brenner bark at the men.  “Use the wooden bullets this time.”

A gun cocked, and you ran a few steps, but then vaulted over Eddie’s body, arms wide, using yours as a shield.

You felt the bullet impact like a dagger in your back, but it was as if it bounced off somehow instead of penetrating.  Eddie barked in pain as you covered him, but then he clung to you as you rolled him under the hearse, away from the gunfire.  

Caging yourself on top of him, knees on either side of his hips, and stomachs touching, you could feel how weak he was; the silver enabled his body from healing, and you had to find a way to get them out.  

You watched the feet of the one with the wooden bullets approach the vehicle, thinking of your next move when Eddie whispered into the side of your neck: “You’re so fucking beautiful—”

If this was the end for him, this was how he wanted to spend it: with you, being able to see your face one last time.  

Before you could respond, there came a shrill, tortured scream, and the booted feet you had your eye on stumbled back.

More agonizing screams, until the body in question dropped to the ground, limbs writhing, and you could see that Bela had attached herself to his head like an Alien facehugger.  

Only because he was a vampire, he was able to pull her off, but she took most of his flesh and his nose off with her.  

Bela took to the sky again, out of view, and they aimed their guns up at her.

“Not so fast, boys,” a new voice rumbled from the shadows. “I want to play, too.”

Eddie’s shallow breaths moving under you, it was all you could do not to cheer out loud when you realized the voice belonged to Jareth.

And apparently, Jareth brought friends; enough to fill the entire courtyard.

They were crouching on the roofs, on cars, everywhere.

Brenner and his crew were surrounded; Bela had gone to get help.  

In the woods, a pack of wolves howled their attendance as well.  

Jareth pierced the closest vampire in the heart with a wooden stake and he exploded, guts flying everywhere.  

As far as the human bodyguards went, the rest was a bloodbath.  

From what you were told later, Kane ran, and Brenner tried to get behind the wheel of the SUV, but instead he was dragged into the war zone and drained dry before being ripped limb from limb. 

Jareth wanted to keep the doctor in his dungeon to torture him, but a few of the vampires knew of Brenner and the experiments he’d done on their kind over the years.  It was all nothing short of sadistic torture, keeping them barely alive so that he could run experiments on them over time and sell their blood for a profit.

They’d been wanting to get their hands on him for a long time.

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By the time the rescue team and fire truck showed up, all of the vampires had evaporated into the shadows, and you’d snuck Eddie up into your bedroom, carrying most of his weight as he was only able to hobble.  You collected his guitar as well, and brought Dio inside, since those were the only two things from the burning wreckage, he voiced a care about.  With the lights out and the curtains closed, you used a modest bedside reading lamp to assess the damage.  While you were concentrating on him, his eyes never left your face, his heart bursting. 

“You might have to suck them out,” he cleared his throat.  “The bullets I mean.  I’m sorry if that’s weird.”

“You mean, weirder than all of the other shit that happened tonight?” You mumbled, coming back from washing your hands.  There was still dirt caked under your nails, possibly some blood, but whatever.

“Good point.”

Until you got the bullets out, any blood you gave him would be useless, so without another moment of hesitation, you crawled up on the bed, springs bouncing, and knelt next to his torso, bracing a hand at either side of him. He was burning up around the sight of each wound, and the skin sizzled as the alloy continued to roast him alive.  

The first one was at the surface and came out fast, hot metal on your tongue.  The next one, under his right nipple, was deeper and you had to suck harder, making Eddie’s toes curl.  You spit each out onto the floor, and strings of his blood mingled in your saliva.

One hand behind his head, the other rested at his hip with a thumb in his belt loop.  “So, you’re like…the incredible Hulk, but with powers.  That’s pretty badass.”

“I don’t know what I am,” you scoffed, sucking out another, and then pausing to watch the openings seal up and heal.  “I’m a waitress, that’s all.  That’s all I want to be.”

He nodded, musing on how many times he’d wished he could go back and not be a vampire. He wanted to tell you the story of when he was reborn, but that could wait for another time.  Now it was time to put some very messy cards on the table. 

The last bullet was deep, and you had to swirl your tongue around in the hole to loosen it.

“I have something I need to tell you,” he blurted while your lips were near his belly button.

“Mmmhmm?”

Fuck, here it goes…

“First, I just want to say that I had no idea who this Brenner guy was before, like, a few months ago,” his next swallow felt like he was chugging a grapefruit. “If I’d have known what a creep, he was I never would’ve…”

You stopped what you were doing to raise your head, waiting for him to finish, the final bit of silver still lodged in his abdomen. “You knew of Brenner? Before all this?”

He couldn’t look at you, he had to stare at the ceiling.  

“Uh, yeah, that first week you were here, he tracked me down at the chop shop and said he’d pay me a shit ton of money to keep an eye on you. I didn’t ask a lot of questions.  As far as I knew, you were his long-lost daughter, or some shit and he wanted to make sure you were safe.”

You sat back on your knees, trying to let that sink in.

He lifted up to brace himself on an elbow, wincing at the sting of the remaining bullet.  “I didn’t know you then, that was before we were…” he fumbled with what he wanted to call you and what you actually were, “...a friend.”  

“So,” you frowned down at your hands.  “You’re the reason I was kidnapped tonight? The reason all of this happened?”  Your wide eyes snapped to him.  “Did you set me up?”

He sliced his hand in the air a few times, shaking his head vigorously.  “No..nope…I had nothing to do with any of this,” he pleaded.  “I only reported back to him for a couple of weeks, and then I stopped, really.  After that night I first took you to Sacrament, I told him I was too busy to—”

All of the horrific memories were rushing back to you.  “What about the Klemp’s? Did you pay them to hurt me or something? So that I’d have to drink your blood and let you into my head?”

Eddie spoke so fast; he stuttered over his words.  “No, absolutely not, never! I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. I would never let anyone hurt you like that.”

“But they did hurt me,” you muttered.

Now it was you who couldn’t look at him, working your jaw muscles as you tried to decide which emotion you should be feeling.

“Why should I even believe you?” Your voice was small.

“Please believe me I—”

“If you knew this guy was stalking me, why didn’t you tell me sooner? If you’re as concerned for my welfare as you claim to be?”

You couldn’t tell if you wanted to cry or scream; maybe both.

Eddie didn’t have a chance to answer.  You were on your feet at the end of the bed with your arms crossed.  

Suddenly, you were shaking, and you couldn’t control it. “After Sacrament, I didn’t see you for a long time, it felt like you were avoiding me.  Was that because you no longer had to fake interest in me for your scam?”

Eddie pushed himself up into a seated position, blinking back the memory of how painfully hard it had been to stay away from you for all that time.  “No, you have to trust me, that had nothing to do with—”

“Trust you?” You barked a sarcastic laugh.  “Tell me why then? Why avoid me for so long, huh? Because you weren’t getting paid to—”

Eddie’s voice wavered and he spoke in a rush.  “Because I started to have feelings for you, that’s why. Happy? Because ever since that first day I saw you, you’re all I can fucking think about.  Because I can’t even look at another woman without seeing your face, and believe me, I’ve tried. I’ve gotten real good at disappointing people and leaving people behind, and all I know is, I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Your lips parted to say something, but he figured what the hell, he might as well scare you all the way off while he was at it.

He relaxed his shoulders and wet his lips. “I never told you that I was made vampire against my will.  I died and was brought back, but my heart went cold, and I never thought I’d feel anything for anyone ever again.  I didn’t want to feel anything.  I should’ve stayed dead, I wanted to be with all of the people I’d lost…”

His suede brown eyes sought your face.  “When I’m with you, I don’t feel dead anymore. When I think about you, I feel fragile and human again.  Like maybe I’ve got something worth giving away.”

Silence filled the room like helium in a balloon about to burst.  

He’d gone for broke, and there was nowhere left to hide. He was officially at your feet, where he’d always been.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he whispered when you didn’t respond right away. “I get it.”

You tilted your head all the way back to stare at the ceiling.

“I dream about you every night,” you admitted on an exhale. “Logically I know it has to do with ingesting your blood, but it’s…it’s more than that.”

He bit at the inside of his cheek, picking at a thread on the comforter.  “Every night, huh?”

You gave a few slow nods, and you could almost hear the smile pull across his teeth. 

“Yeah, so, blood induced dreaming should only happen a handful of times after it’s ingested,” he said, shifting in his seat. 

You kept nodding, since that was something you’d already suspected.  “The dreams are always so vivid, I wake up…”

He dared to finish for you after a long pause. “Wanting more?”

“No,” you corrected, turning to face him.  “I wake up wishing they were real.”

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[naturesapphic]

Is it possible for a lady dimitrescu x reader where Alcina has a lover in the past before the cadou but died and years later she meets reincarnated reader when she saves reader from a crash (aircraft or vehicle etc.) and the three daughters meddling thinks that reader will be their new parent?

Reincarnated

Lady dimitrescu x fem!reader

Warnings: little bit of angst, cussing, fluff

- the crash was horrible, there was many cars involved and only few survived

- you were one of the survivors

- the ambulance and cops were surrounding the whole area

- you were in and out of consciousness

- when you came too, there was someone carrying you to the ambulance

- when you woke up, you were in a hospital bed with a tall woman standing over you with three people behind her

- she introduced herself as alcina dimitrescu and her three daughters were daniela, Cassandra, and bela dimitrescu

- for some reason those names and how they look looked so familiar to you

- the lady must have felt the same because she kept looking at you and was always with you

- you always did wonder why she saved you and not the other people, why did she care for stranger so much?

- after you got out of the hospital the lady and her three daughters wanted to keep in touch

- you agreed because she did save your life and they did seem very nice

- even though you had a gut feeling that you knew them, maybe from a past life or something

- it’s been around a year and you have developed feelings for the lady and has grown fond of her daughters as well

- when you left the hospital a year ago, she invited you to stay with her until you rested up

- you didn’t live far from her so you decided to take up on her offer and now you are living in her castle

- sometimes you overhear her daughters beg and meddle her about how the two of you need to get together

- you thought it was cute and actually wondered if alcina felt the same way you do

- so one night you came into her office and you told her the truth about how you feel about her and the deju vu feeling you’ve always had with her since the first time y’all met

- she was very understanding and had the same romantic feelings you have for her which made you relieved and so happy

- she even showed you a photo of her old lover which looked a lot like you and she explained that you may have been reincarnated and came back, that’s why you look the same and the extreme deju vu you’ve been having ever since you’ve met her

- you were shocked beyond belief and everything suddenly came back to you

- memories of you and her started flooding in and you starting sobbing which caused alcina to worry

- but you quickly reassured her that they were happy tears and that you were so happy that the universe brought you back together

- you both enveloped each other in a tight embrace and share many kisses that were lost throughout the years

- after the two of y’all shared a special moment, you both decided to go tell her daughters

- they were absolutely ecstatic and were so happy

- they knew they had a good feeling about you and told them that you died before the cadou and before they were born

- a few months later you got married and you had your wife and her children now with you

A/n: sorry anon that this took so long but I hope you enjoyed it and I hope the rest of y’all enjoy it too! 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!

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 7 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

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

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, depression themes

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut, angst.

Notes: Part 7!! Yet another angsty chapter! Poor reader is heart broken

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The sound of the breakfast bell wakes you up in the morning, your head is pounding and your eyes feel swollen. That's what you get for crying yourself to sleep. To your surprise, you're not sad or broken hearted when you wake up. In all honesty, you feel nothing. A feeling of numbness resides in your chest. The breakfast bell rings again and you stay unmoving in your bed. All motivation to get up is nowhere to be found, you pull the duvet back over your head and fall back asleep.

Alcina enters the dining room as the girls appear from their swarms. She immediately notices that your chair is empty, thinking to herself, and secretly hoping, you're just running behind this morning. When the second bell rings and you're nowhere to be found, Alcina redirects her guilt into frustration.

"Where's y/n?" Cassandra asks.

"I don't know, I haven't seen her since dinner last night." Daniela says.

"I walked her down to the kitchen last night," Bela says. Alcina freezes and tries to keep her composure as she listens to her daughter speak. "She seemed weird, like something was bothering her."

"Did she say anything when you got to her room?" Daniela asks.

"No, well, I didn't walk her all the way to her room." Bela says quietly, looking over at her mother, expecting to be reprimanded for letting you go by yourself. Alcina releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding, relieved her daughter didn't witness the maiden leaving her chambers and turns her attention back to her breakfast. "But I walked her to the top of the stairs! I mean her room is only like 50 feet away and no one else was around!" She says preemptively defending herself.

"Mom you're not gonna yell at her for letting y/n go back to her room by herself?!" Cassandra says.

"Really! I got in so much trouble for walking away from her for two seconds and Bela gets away with totally abandoning her?!" Daniella argues.

"She was fine! If anything would have happened I would have heard it!" Bela argues back.

"And it would have been too late if that crazy maid jumped out and stabbed her!" Daniela yells.

Images of Stefana standing above you with the knife in her hand flashes before Alcina's eyes as she tightens her grip on her wine glass.

"Mom I can't believe you're not doing anything about this! It's SO unfair!"

More images flash before Alcina's eyes, this time of Mother Miranda dragging you into the lab and experimenting on you. Having to watch on helplessly as you cry out for her as you suffer. She can picture the sinister smile Mother Miranda would have across her face, watching Alcina slowly break as she watches you die.

The girls continue to argue, quickly wearing down Alcina's already limited patience as they get louder and louder.

"ENOUGH." Alcina roars. "This conversation is finished, I don't want to hear another word about it."

"But mom!" Daniela and Cassandra say in unison.

"I said enough." She hisses.

The girls fall silent and quietly eat their breakfast.

Alcina picks at her plate, her appetite is suddenly lost but she tries to keep up appearances so the girls don't question her any more than they already have.

"Good morning my Lady." Zina says as she walks into the dining room.

"Good morning Zina."

"Has y/n not joined you for breakfast this morning?" She asks, mildly concerned.

"I suppose she hasn't." Alcina says.

"Would you like me to prepare a tray and bring it to her chambers?"

"Oh! I can bring it! I want her to keep reading to me!" Daniela says.

"Absolutely not." Alcina says to her daughter, once again turning her fears and guilt into frustration and anger. "If she doesn't want to join us for meals that's her decision. I will not be giving anyone special privilege's or making more work for my staff to accommodate laziness."

The girls exchange looks, surprised at their mother's response.

"As you wish my Lady. Is there anything else you need?" Zina says.

"That's all."

The remainder of the meal is oddly quiet as the girls exchange looks while Alcina's mind drifts off.

After breakfast the girls congregate in the library.

"What was that?" Cassandra asks.

"Wow mom really wasn't in a good mood this morning." Daniela replies.

"They're both been super weird. I asked y/n about it last night and she just made up some 'it's been an off week' response, but I could hear her heartrate increase so she was definitely lying."

"You think they got into a fight?" Daniela asks.

"I doubt it, I mean they weren't even really together. What's there to fight about?" Cassandra says.

The door to the library opens and they hear Alcina humming to herself, the girls burst into swarms and scatter.

You wake up a few hours later, glancing over at the clock you realize it's almost lunch time. The thought of eating makes you nauseous, the numbness in your chest still lingers, solidifying its place in your body. Every ounce of you wants to stay in bed but your bladder is begging you to move. Reluctantly you get out of bed and walk into the bathroom to pee. You splash some water on your face after you wash your hands and look in the mirror.

"Wow I look like shit." You say to yourself.

Your eyes are still a little puffy and the dark circles under your eyes are more prominent than ever. Flashes of memories from last night appear, the young maidens face, her shaking legs, the look of surprise, then shame on Alcina's face. A pain shoots through your chest that steals your breath for a moment. The pain disappears as quickly as it appeared, the numbing feeling returning to its place. You make your way back into the bedroom, pulling the thick curtains closed before crawling back into bed. The lunch bell rings as you drift back off to sleep.

The maids serve the women of the castle lunch, Alcina catches herself staring at your empty chair, snapping out of it when her meal is placed in front of her. She lights a cigarette and takes a long drag from it, blowing the smoke out of the corner of her mouth. Aside from the clicking of silverware and the faint crackling of Alcina's cigarette, lunch is unusually quiet.

After lunch Alcina makes her way into her study, the last thing she wants to do right now is more work but she has a business to run and she can't fall behind. It takes her twice as long to do her paperwork because she keeps getting distracted. Every time she hears a small noise she pauses to listen closely to see if it's you. Once she rules out that you were the source of the noise she strains her ears to listen for your heartbeat. When she's finally able to find it, she listens to it for a minute. It hasn't changed in the last few hours so she assumes you're asleep. Alcina continues this pattern for the majority of the afternoon, she tries her best to focus and put a dent into the paperwork she has to do but its no use. Abandoning her work for the time being she makes her way back to her chambers.

She sheds her hat and gloves and paces back and fourth, running her fingers through her hair, struggling with the war waging inside of her.

In your bed you wake up again, grateful to realize most of the day has passed. You hear the familiar sound of heels clacking against the floor, the sound of Alcina's bedroom door opening and closing. Hearing her pacing back and fourth in her chambers you find the rhythm oddly soothing and you close your eyes once more.

Alcina immediately notices a change in your heartbeat, she pauses for a moment to listen and continues to pace. Your heartbeat slows once more, it dawns on her that you can probably hear her pacing in her chambers as your breath begins to match her steps. A small smile crosses her face for a moment knowing she was able to bring you some peace. The smile quickly fades and is replaced with a scowl when she realizes the thought that just crossed her mind.

A low growl rumbles in her chest as she grows frustrated with herself. She grabs the bottle of wine off of her vanity and makes her way into the bathroom to draw herself a bath.

"To hell with the glass." She thinks as she drinks straight from the bottle.

After shedding her clothes, jewelry and hair pins, she lowers herself in the tub and closes her eyes, the warm water soothing her. The relaxing sensation only lasts for a few minutes when she hears your heartrate pick up once more. Her ears focused on you, she hears you walk across your room, probably into your bathroom. As hard as she tries she can't seem to stop herself from listening to your heartbeat. Aggravated, she slides down into the tub submerging herself completely under water. Grateful that the water filling her ears was able to mute the sound of your heartbeat, she finds herself momentarily envious of her brother Moreau, living under water must be nice since he probably doesn't hear a damned thing. Although she does shake her head at the ridiculousness of being envious, of Moreau. Out of the four lords Alcina finds him the most pathetic, a simpleton, his only redeeming quality in her eyes is the fact that he's an excellent physician.

Alcina breaks through the surface of the water and runs her hands through her hair, combing it away from her face.

"Mother?"

Alcina turns to see Bela standing at the door of her bathroom.

"Come in."

Bela takes a few steps into the bathroom, Alcina watches her as Bela notices the bottle of wine sitting on the floor next to her. Alcina closes her eyes and rests her head against the tub, acting as if the wine bottle was never there to begin with.

"Do you need something draga?" She asks.

"We wanted to know if you were going to join us for dinner?"

Alcina opens her eyes and looks at her daughter, confused.

"The dinner bell rang a few minutes ago." Bela says.

"My apologies draga, I must have not heard it." Alcina wonders how long she was under water for, it must have been for longer than she thought if she missed the dinner bells. "Yes, I will be joining you."

Bela looks at her mother with concern.

"What is it sweetling?"

"I don't want to pry," Bela says, looking down at her feet. "But, are you okay? You haven't been yourself lately and Dani and Cass and I are worried about you."

"Fetița mea dulce." Alcina says, reaching her hand out towards Bela's. (My sweet girl) Bela steps forward and takes her mothers hand into hers. "I am sorry that I worried you and your sisters." She says, stroking the back of Belas hand. "Rest assured I am fine. The stress from work has taken its toll this week, is all."

Alcina doesn't know why she even bothers trying to lie to the girls, especially Bela, who's basically a walking lie detector test. She sees the look in Bela's eyes when she knows her mother isn't telling the whole truth but Bela decides to not push the issue. Alcina rationalizes her half-truth with the fact that her daughters don't need to know the details of her love life.

"I will be down in a few minutes draga." Alcina says giving Bela's hand a small squeeze before letting go.

Bela heads downstairs and Alcina dunks herself under the water once more before getting out of the tub. After drying off she slides a nightgown over her body and wraps one of her luxurious floor-length robes around her, tying it tightly around her waist. She fixes her makeup, even though most of it washed off in the tub, she refuses to go downstairs bare faced, it's bad enough she's showing up to dinner in her robe. It's something she very rarely does and usually only happens after a particularly bad or stressful day. Alcina pins her damp curls and wraps a silk scarf around her head, giving herself a once over in the mirror before deeming her appearance just barely acceptable for dinner and goes downstairs.

"Good evening girls, I apologize for my tardiness." Alcina says as she takes her seat at the head of the table.

"Its okay mother." Bela says.

"We waited for you!" Daniela says.

"Well, some of us did." Cassandra says, eyeing the large bite missing from Daniela's dinner.

"Shut it Cass!" Daniela yells at her. "I bit into if before we decided to wait!"

"It doesn't matter!" Cass yells back.

"That is enough." Alcina says sternly as the girls fall silent. "I appreciate you waiting for me. Please, eat. I'm sure you girls are hungry."

As the girls go to dig into their meals Daniela interrupts.

"Wait, should we wait for y/n? She hasn't eaten all day, she must be hungry."

"What makes you think she's showing up now? She hasn't left her room all day, idiot." Cassandra snaps.

"I don't think she's coming Dani." Bela says, sympathetically.

Daniela looks over to Alcina.

"Eat." Alcina says to her.

Just like the two other meals of the day, dinner was unusually quiet for the Dimitrescu family.

The night carries on as you continue to lie in bed, you hear a faint buzzing noise in the distance and realize it's getting louder until it sounds like it's in your room.

Daniela emerges from the swarm standing next to your bed, for a moment you're grateful that you're facing the other direction.

"Y/n, can you keep reading me the book we started last night?" She asks softly.

"Not tonight kiddo."

You feel guilty, but all you want is to be alone.

"Aw, but-"

"Dani," you say as your voice lightly shakes. "Please." The last word leaving your lips as a whisper, trying your best to keep your voice steady and tears at bay.

All you wanted all day was for the nighttime to arrive, but now that it's here the numbness in your chest fades back to the familiar feeling of heartbreak and sadness.

Daniela disappears into a swarm of flies and leaves your room. You hold tightly onto your pillow as tears soak into the pillowcase.

After dinner Alcina locks herself in her chambers for the night and writes in her diary.

How could she miss every meal today? How incredibly selfish.

She writes, trying her hardest to cling to anger and frustration, desperately trying to keep it from forming into guilt and sadness.

Is this how she repays me? After I brought her into my home, I clothed her, fed her, put a roof over her head, after I gave her work, gave her a purpose that wasn't raising those children. After I rescued her from that awful house and that pathetic manthing she called her uncle, after I protected her, from both that wretched maid and Mother Miranda. After I cared for her, nursed her back to health, after I lov-

Alcina's breath hitches when she realizes what she's writing.

After I loved her, after I-

Tears begin to roll down her cheeks and onto the page.

After I broke her heart, after I hurt her so deeply.

"Oh goddamnit Alcina." She says quietly as she becomes frustrated with herself, her tears falling faster.

What have I done? Could I ever forgive someone if they did to me what I've done to her? I don't think I could. How could I know that I could ever trust them again?

I wish so deeply that Mother Miranda never set eyes on her. Never suggested to use her in her experiments. Even if it was just to give me enough time to figure out how to keep her safe from Mother. If I just spoke to her, told her how both I love and fear Mother Miranda, how I could never repay her for giving me my girls, how I yearn for her approval, how deeply I want her to be proud of me yet how I hate her for turning me into what I am.

If I only told her my true feelings for her. Told her how I feared for her, how I only wanted to keep her safe. I fear it's too late and the damage is too great for her to ever speak to me again. Never have I regretted something to deeply in my life.

Closing her diary, Alcina covers her face with her hands.

The following morning you wake up to the smell of breakfast. Confused, you roll over and see a tray on the nightstand beside your bed, assuming you slept through the breakfast bells. You know you have to eat, but truthfully the thought of food makes you want to puke a little. Reluctantly, you grab a piece of toast and take a few bites and toss it back onto the plate. The numbness in your chest is back and you're almost grateful for it, since the alternative seems to be crippling heartbreak and sadness. After crying yourself to sleep for the second night in a row, you've grown tired of the feeling.

Walking into the bathroom you stare at the shower. You feel a little grimey from laying in bed all day yesterday and you know you should jump in but the amount of effort it's taking just to convince yourself to get in is exhausting. Fighting the numbness and urge to climb back into bed, you shut the bathroom lights off to bring you some comfort and get into the shower. The hot water sooths you as it runs over your body. A fleeting moment of relaxation is stolen when the numbness breaks, flooding you with heartbreak once more. Grateful the running water seems to drown out your sobs, you slide down the shower wall and sit on the floor as the water pours over you, letting out the sadness you've been keeping in. After some time you feel like you've run out of tears to cry. You take a deep breath and stand up and make your way out of the shower. Once you're dried off you put on a clean pair of pajamas and once again climb back into bed.

The next few days go the same way, you wake up with the breakfast tray next to you, you eat a few bites of the most simple item on the tray and roll back over. You're either asleep, or pretend to be, when the maids come in and switch out each barely touched tray of food with the next meal. Like the meals prior, you take a few small bites and give up. The numbness in your chest only grows, making its way down to your stomach where it steals most of the little appetite you have left. You feel it spread through your limbs, making it almost impossible to pull yourself out of bed for the most simple tasks. Each night the numbness falls away allowing the desperation and heartbreak to eat away at you. You're grateful you're not crying yourself to sleep anymore, but you've cried so much the last few days you're probably too dehydrated to produce any more tears.

Your absence doesn't go unnoticed by the girls or Alcina when you continue to not show up for each meal. After the first day Alcina made sure each meal was brought up to you to at least try and get you to eat. Every time a tray was taken away she noted how little you've eaten and her concern for you only grew.

The girls keep coming into your room and trying to talk to you, it breaks your heart to act so cold towards them but there isn't a ounce of you that wants to talk to anyone. After another visit you pull yourself out of bed and lock the door hoping it will keep them out and you crawl back into bed.

Some time goes by and you hear the door handle jiggle, you hold your breath for a moment and release it when it stops and you hear footsteps retreating. Glancing over at the clock you realize it's just passed dinner time and it was probably a maid bringing you your meal.

Alcina makes her way towards her study after dinner, she's barely gotten any work done the last week, too distracted and distraught. She was hoping to talk to you when you came out of your room but she's concerned you may never leave. Deep in thought she passes Zina with your dinner tray, heading back towards the kitchen.

"Zina why was that not brought to y/n's chambers?"

"Good evening my Lady. Her door was locked, I was just on my way to retrieve my spare key."

"Why do you not carry it on you?"

"Will all due respect my Lady, if I carried every spare key you've given me on my person it would take me twice as long to complete my tasks I'd be so weighed down." She says with a smile.

Alcina lightly chuckles.

"I suppose that's fair. I'll take the tray to her, I have a set of spare keys in my chambers. No need for you to make your way all the way down to the kitchen and back up."

"It's no trouble my Lady-"

"I insist."

"Of course."

Zina hands the tray to Alcina, what Zina needed two hands to hold Alcina can easily carry it with one of hers.

"Have a good evening my Lady." Zina says with a small bow.

"Good night Zina."

Alcina goes to her chambers and gets her set of spare keys and makes her way to your door. She takes a deep breath before placing the key into the keyhole and unlocking the door. After another breath she opens the door and steps through the threshold.

As you lay in bed you can hear someone fiddling with the doorknob and you her a small "click" as the door unlocks. A moment later the door opens and you're enveloped by the scent of Alcina's perfume. You never thought a scent could invoke such strong emotions but as soon as you smell her perfume your heart feels like its breaking all over again. You miss the scent, you miss how the scent was at its strongest when your head was curled into her neck, how safe you felt in her arms, the way her fingers ran through your hair, how her soft, cool lips gave you so much warmth when you felt them on your skin. Truthfully, you miss her, but your heart is still too broken, too hurt to do anything about it. You hoped that she just happened to be passing by when the maid opened the door but you hear her heels on the floor, slowly stepping towards you and you see her shadow cast across the bed. If your back wasn't turned you don't think you would be able to stop yourself from staring at her.

Alcina walks into your room and can immediately hear your heartbeat increase, it brings her some comfort to know you knew it was her entering your room right away. She takes a few steps forward and stands there for a moment, hoping you'll turn towards her.

The tears begin to build in your eyes and you try your hardest to hold onto them until she leaves. Part of you so desperately wants her to scoop you up into her arms and hold you and the other part of you wishes she'll walk away and leave you alone forever.

Alcina hears your heartbeat increase. She picks up the lunch tray and realizes you didn't even touch it. Replacing it with the dinner tray she looks over at you again. She reaches out to touch you and goes to speak but stops herself, slowly dropping her hand. Releasing a shaky exhale she turns to leave.

You hear Alcina pick up the lunch tray and replace it with the dinner tray. She sounds like she's about to speak as you hear her shift but she stops herself. The lump in your throat grows so large it's nearly choking you when you hear her release the shaking breath she was holding back. The sound of her footsteps get further away as she heads back towards the door; you hear her open the door and the sound of a slight shift, knowing she turned around to look at you once more. Holding onto your sobs for dear life one manages to escape a second before the door clicks shut. Once you hear the click the floodgates open and you cry, you cry harder than you have the last couple of days. Angry, hurt, heartbroken, you want to hate her. There might be a part of you that does, but you also miss her. Part of you wants to hear her side, let her explain why she did what she did, another part of you doesn't want to hear it.

Right before she ducks out of the room Alcina turns to look at you again, she can hear your heart pounding. She ducks out of the door and right before it clicks shut she hears a sob escape from you, the sound crushes her. After she closes the door she hears you begin to cry again, harder than you have in a few days. With a pain in her chest Alcina leans against the wall and slowly slides down until she's sitting on the floor, placing the tray next to her. She brings her knees to her chest and tears fill her eyes. As she wipes away a tear that fell she hears a noise and looks down the hall, a maid had just come out of one of the rooms. Realizing the noise was a small gasp, the maid was not expecting to see Alcina, no less sitting on the floor in this state. Freezing for a moment, the maid doesn't know what to do.

"Go on." Alcina says, nodding in the direction the maid was heading.

The maid quickly makes her way past Alcina.

"Take this to the kitchen please." Alcina says, picking up the tray and handing it to the maid.

"Of course my Lady." The maid quietly says.

Alcina turns so her hat is covering most of her face but she's able to catch a glimpse of the maids face. Along with the slight look of fear, the maid gives Alcina an empathetic look as she takes the tray and walks away.

Once the maid is out of view Alcina leans her head back against the wall and looks up, trying to blink away her tears.

"How do I fix this?" She says quietly to herself.

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The New Arrival (Series)

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

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for context I had a vote on my Wattpad acc bc I js did and basically New Maid with speech problems was in the lead and overall won the selection. I’ll try my best to make an Arranged Marriage one!

WARNING: 18+ MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE fluff, angst, smut

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The cold winter breeze hits y/n’s skin, she was quite literally walking from the village to Castle Dimitrescu. The freezing air seemed to bite and pick at her skin.

The villagers saw y/n get beaten everyday, thiugh they never did anything about it, eventually joining in. Such a shame that y/n’s parents died, she was an orphan for not long.

When y/n was younger she was heavily abused, beaten half to dead almost everyday by other villagers and her parents. So it was normal for her to be obedient and listen. She did tasks with high efficiency and perfection, it was all she knew.

Listen and you don’t get in trouble, don’t and you get beaten.

Over time, y/n would develop selective mutism and mental disorders. Because of these disorders y/n would become dependent on someone unless given orders. It truly was beginning to turn into a problem. So, Eleonor, y/n’s adoptive mother gave her a special coin. With two emblems on the front and back, y/n didn’t quite understand but she knew that if she must make a decision on her own she must flip the coin and decide.

Now, as y/n grows up she becomes this beautiful girl now in her 20s she sparks interest among the villagers, now, many men and women would bow at her feet and plead for her hand in marriage. Y/n, of course, didn’t understand nor did she want to reciprocate. So, she would turn her head to the side and smile politely.

Perhaps, working in Castle Dimitrescu wouldn’t be that unpleasant.

Maybe.

The gigantic door to the Castle slowly slid open, the creaking sent a shiver down y/n’s spine. A few noises came from her side but she paid no attention. Flutters of wings came into y/n’s point of hearing. There was buzzing and cackling. Y/n didn’t quite comprehend what was happening until a blonde girl was in front of her with a wicked smile, the two others giggling and cackling.

“Ooh, what’s this a new toy? You look delicious” the raven haired girl growled licking her lips, Bela pushed her away with a hand slighty.

“You must be the new maiden! Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu! I’m Bela, the red-haired girl is Daniela, and miss hungry over here is Cassandra” Bela grinned, y/n wondered as to why one of the Dimitrescu sister’s was being so nice.

Was it because she was a maiden now?

Daniela looked at y/n happily with a wide smile, “what’s your name?” Dani asked, quite enthusiastically, to Daniela and Cassandra’s surprise y/n didn’t respond. Bela pinched her younger sisters, “did you nit listen to a word Mother had said?!” Bela scolded, she huffed in annoyance, “she can’t talk! Come on, let’s take her to Mother.” Bela exclaimed, obviously irritated with her sisters. Bela had lifted up y/n and the sister’s carried her in fly form to their mother’s chambers

“Mother, your new plaything is here!” Cassandra laughed, earning a smack from Bela. Alcina looked up from the papers and smiled at her daughters, after a few seconds her eyes land on the most gorgeous woman she ever did see. Though, of course, Alcina would never admit that.

Her pride was something no one could take away from her and she refuse to let her guard down. Only her daughters get to see that side of her, only a couple have tried but of course they ended up into scarecrows and wine. Ugh. Mortals.

“Ah, you are so kinds to me, daughters. I was about to get up.” Alcina smiled softly, “Now, run along, me and this maiden have some business to attend.” Of course, the three daughter’s obeyed and erupted into a sawrm of flies buzzing out the room, their cackles still piercing the ears lf anyone near by.

Alcina didn’t waste time to call Melina, the head chamber-maiden to fetch y/n. It seemed as though it was the quickest 3 seconds of her life. Y/n couldn’t help but marvel at the beautiful countess’s face. The head chamber-maiden quickly dragged the girl away, afraid the countess’s temper might run thin. Especially, after all of the incident’s around the castle.

“Melina, guide our new maiden in her quarters then return here. There’s something I wish to discuss with you” Alcina had ordered, it wasn’t aggressive but soft. It made y/n wonder if the lady was as bad as the villagers made her to be.

Quickly, Melina nodded and walked with the silent girl to her chamber, the loud screams and cackles echoed through the castle, though, everyone remained unfazed. Melina had gracefully led y/n to her quarters. The Grand Chamber-Maiden had instructed y/n to stay in her quarters until she is fetched by her or another Maiden sent by her. “Understood?” She stated, firmly, Y/n blinked up at Melina, “Oh, right. I forgot about your…situiation. I suggest you do your best to not get attached to Lady Dimitrescu if she tries anything. And as for your, vocal problems I’ll make sure you’re in good hands, love” She cooed, patting y/n’s back with a loving look on her face. “You know, you are quite the gorgeous girl, dear”

“I wonder…how come you aren’t married with that beautiful face of yours…” She pondered, inspecting your face. She smiled, opening the door to y/n’s chambers.

“Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu”

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part 2

[muffinsin]

none of the angst request I have made or the angst request the other anon has made has ever made me feel anything until the cheating one, that one really hurt. I had one request thats similar but not cheating but rejection

The sisters reaction to being rejected by the woman they're very smitten with (when they finally come to terms that they're in love. Maybe they fell in love with the maiden because she wasn’t scared or something, you can decide that if you like), and not just a simple rejection but a very hurtful one, like the woman straight up says she would never be with a monster, that no sane person would ever pick someone like them unless they had ulterior motives.

What would the sisters do to that person?How would what she said affect them?

-rambunctious anon

Very interesting ask! Funnily enough I’ve mentioned people using them for ulterior moves in a Cassandra x OC story I co wrote ages ago lmao, so I’ll possibly delve into the hints regarding ulterior moves mentioned in that one! Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

Bela

The gardens of castle Dimitrescu- an unusual place to spot the eldest Dimitrescu sister

Normally, one could find her in her study, or perhaps even walking about in the castle

Yet, barely outside

This changes when she sets her eyes on you. The gardener

She watches you tend to the flowers from her window, shy glances as though you could see her in such a distance

She wants to get closer, eagerly so. She’s itching to talk to you

When she finally does, she is sure to walk- not swarm- through the main entrance of the greenhouse as not to startle you

She’s nervous about asking you out, and honestly surprised you agree so easily

While many seem interested in Bela, she didn’t think you were one of them. You never made any moves on her or so

Still, you allow her to take you out on a date. In the gardens, too

For a little while, it’s heaven on earth

You listen to each word she says, even do chores such as cleaning her sickle for her

And you do a good job at it each time, so that Bela doesn’t even question it when it goes missing after a month or so of dating you

She must’ve misplaced it

Your relationship progresses very fast- this isn’t entirely something she wants. But you’re eager, and she tells herself it’s because you’re in love

Soon, you are granted to not only see her room, but she also hands you the key to it after a long discussion of nightmares on your part

She wants to make sure she’s there for you in such times

And soon enough, she finds you sleep in her bed nearly every night. It’s a little fast, but she accepts it

And she relaxes further around you, more and more, until she no longer opens her eyes or even awakens when you step into her room at night

Two months of the relationship

Two months of waiting on your part

Two months of rushed, but beautiful love on hers

But the beautiful bliss ends. With sharp pain

A sharp pain she feels in her chest one night, and the dull sensation of a pillow pressed over her face, tightly, with the obvious intent of suffocating her

Had you truly paid attention to her, maybe you would’ve succeeded. Alas, Bela easily swarms, clutching her chest in pain as she throws her attacker against the wall

She sees it’s you then, laying unconscious, blood running down the side of your head

Her lost sickle held loosely in your hand, the pillow dropped at the bed

She screams, and it hurts in her chest. You aimed right for her heart

Alcina is the first to hear her distressed daughter’s cry. Cassandra and Daniela follow

Still, Bela can’t feel the arms wrapping around her when they do, nor being pulled in her mother’s loving embrace

She can’t feel the large fingers inspecting her skin, the worried, golden eyes accessing the damage done to the fly woman

She feels the betrayal

It’s hard to breathe, and although her body begins healing already, it was not prepared for the attack

Bela did not avoid the attack by swarming- she now pays the price for her comfort and trust

Having quickly caught onto what must have happened, Alcina orders her two younger daughters to throw you in the dungeons until further notice

Bela’s health is all that matters now. Her skin, slashed and bruised, bloodied and cold, feels entirely too broken against Alcina’s hands

She feels the flies underneath her daughter’s skin, the many dead ones huddled together in the gash above Bela’s heart

She heals, fairly fast, and is left with nothing but a scar to remind her of this

A mental, and a literal one. Even years after, Bela feels disgust and shame upon looking at it when she undresses. She avoids mirrors at bath times entirely, and will continue to do so for the foreseeable future

She knows, she must face you. She wants, craves, answers for your crime

So, days after the incident, she tracks you in the basement. Bloodied and bruised, starved and beaten

Made to pay by her sisters

She grips your jaw tightly through the bars, golden eyes flashing angrily. No more love is seen in them

Only anger, betrayal, and hurt is left. A coldness in her beautiful eyes she will keep for years to come

“Why?”, she simply asks. She demands to know it

Should you not grant her an honest answer, she has promised she will allow Cassandra to torment you for all eternity

Your answer comes, and it feels as though another stab is made right through her heart

“Because you deserve it”

She lets go of you, momentarily shocked into silence

“You’re a Monster. The lot of you! You can’t prevail! You’re a disgrace!”

Each word feels like a sting to her heart. It is yet still exposed for you, and you have and use your words as weapons to break it into many pieces

She cries. She feels ashamed as she does, but can’t stop from falling to the ground and crying as you speak phrase after phrase

She realises now, it’s all been an act. A plan all along. And it hurts, so bad

She thinks, perhaps she is as delusional as Daniela. Or stupid, for allowing herself to open up to you

Her cries persist long after Cassandra finds her sobbing and shaking to your words and makes quick work of you

She knows, she cannot keep you around, even to torment you. Your mere existence is painful to Bela

Bela knows, she must not let such a thing happen again. The large scar across her heart reminds her of this, always, and urges her to build walls

Walls of coldness and stubbornness to never find such a wicked thing as love again

Cassandra

Cassandra feels herself obsessing, hard

It’s not quite love, but she sure wants it to be

After all, how is it that Daniela gets to have so many lovers so easily, and she still hasn’t been in a single relationship after centuries of living at the castle?

She’s deprived. Of love, of affection, of a relationship

And she’s desperate

She’s eager. And young, and, if she was to recall it it- stupid

And you catch her eye

A simple staff member of relatively little importance. You’re new at the Castle

And, you aren’t scared of her

You haven’t yet heard of the stories told about her

Or maybe you have. The thought that you know, but don’t care, has her heart flutter

She too, was once romantic after all

Cassandra doesn’t love you at first. She’s obsessed, and delusional, and so very lonely

She wants a partner. Like Daniela has had countless times

And you’re the first not to run from her when she does as much as glance in your direction

She takes you on a date, doesn’t bother asking you out

Cassandra isn’t sure what to do at dates, though

She’s pleasantly surprised when you take the lead. She thinks, if only for a moment. Maybe you’re capable of loving her

Maybe you’re her forever person. What is it Daniela calls it? A soulmate?

Maybe Cassandra can find such love too

She sees you eying the doors and windows, the gaps in walls

She’s delusional and lonely, not blind nor stupid. She knows your goal

You want to escape

And she isn’t going to let it happen

As time goes on, you’re able to tell just how lonely the poor thing is

How desperately she wants to be loved too. How dearly she wants to be told she isn’t the monster, not entirely, everyone makes her out to be

And you tell her just that. You tell her all of it. That she is worth something. That she is no monster. That she is deserving of love

And Cassandra sucks it all up eagerly

You tell her, that you love her

And in her delusion and inexperience, she doesn’t question this sudden burst of feelings for her. She’s too young and inexperienced to know love takes time, cannot be created so strongly so suddenly

She is yet to learn loyalty and honesty, takes time at Castle Dimitrescu

Cassandra says she loves you too. She has no idea what this love feels like, really, but is sure she feels it

She likes you

You grow on her, a lot. She protects you, disposes of all that throw dirty glances your way

She spends nearly all her time with you. She kisses you, and allows you to kiss her

She allows herself to be intimate with you. And you are her first time. It’s rushed and odd, and she finds it strange how you barely face her during it, but she doesn’t mind at the end.

You say it’ll feel better that way, this and that position, and she takes your word for it even as you rush her first time. It hurts, too, but she is too “in love” to say so. If you only you looked at her, you would’ve seen tears on her cheeks. The vulnerable expression she wears

More time passes, and Cassandra forgets her earlier observations regarding your wish to escape

After all, you are so happy with her. Why’d you want to leave?

She relaxes around you, even dares cuddle sometimes when you grant it. She wants to feel human, at least a little bit

Cassandra makes it a point to talk less of her hunts, too. She knows her sadistic nature grosses you out

In a way, she is tamed. She isn’t happy, but she’s in love, according to herself

Then, one night, she awakens to rumbling

She finds you missing from her bed, her room a mess. Closets searched while she slept, drawers pulled out, her hunting trophies torn apart

You had found what you looked for, though, she knows, when she finds the destroyed, open box she kept in one of her trophies lay on the ground

Immediately, she is out of bed, grabbing her doorknob and gasping when the door wont open

You locked her in, it’s what she hears. This confirms that you have found it;

Her keychain. Used to unlock nearly all doors in the castle. Or in this castle, unlock

She easily swarms under the door, her eyes widening as she hears your heartbeat in the distance

You’re escaping! You’re leaving her!

She screams your name loudly, so much so each maiden and her family is woken up, pain and anger evident in her voice

You’re nothing but her prey now

She throws her sickle as you run, yet misses, her vision blurred with angry and pained tears

Still, you’ve gained too much distance

Cassandra screams in pain when the large, entrance doors are pushed open and the cold air comes inside in the form of harsh winds assaulting her fragile skin

She can’t let you go, she can’t!

She won’t!

She screams loudly, chasing after you as you scream for help

Scream, for people to kill her. To help you

Each word screamed from your lungs hurts her. She understands now, your honeyed words were nothing but lies. She is a monster, and it cannot be changed

Each phrase you scream clips at her heart, and instead replaces this tiny bit that clips off with a protective stone layer

She runs, unable to swarm, until she cannot anymore. You’re faster than her like this, and with your screams, awoke the villagers

Pitchforks and torches…

Cassandra runs back as fast as she can, tears streaming down her face as she is the one chased now

Even as she makes it back to the castle, she sobs and screams for hours

A week passes, and you’re found out in the forest by Bela. Mauled by lycans

Cassandra, despite her pain after your betrayal, is furious at these news

She goes on a killing spree, killing all lycans she finds

It trains and punishes her harder than ever, pushes her to be the best. The strongest. The fastest, the most powerful huntress of Castle Dimitrescu

No one will ever escape her grasp again

Cassandra has learned one thing: not to trust so easily. It’s a lesson sadly every sister must learn

Her delusions fade, and are instead replaced with a powerful wall of anger, aggression, teasing and criticism

You’ve scarred her, forever, irreversibly. Not physically, but mentally

Cassandra develops an abandonment trauma she cannot recover from, merely improve on

Her sisters and mother are not allowed to leave her sight for weeks until improvements show. In years, it grows better

Yet she doesn’t allow anybody else close to her, romantically

Her flings are killed immediately after. No one escapes the fierce and brutal huntress

Should she ever find love again, she automatically fears being left yet again. Only this time, will she catch them

Daniela

Daniela Dimitrescu, the most naive and delusional of the three sisters

Yet, so eager to find love

She tries, again and again and again

Yet, it seems she is never quite taken seriously

She knows, this will change, with you. It simply has to! You’re her soulmate, are you not?

Now, Daniela knows she is good looking. With her wide hips and large chest, round ass and thick thighs, beautiful curves and slim arms. Petite hands and thick, auburn hair, a button nose and a round face

She, of course, sees that there is more to her. Others do not, it seems

You catch her attention easily by winking at her when she passes you one day. You’re merely a maid, no staff member of importance. Still, you try your luck

And, unsurprisingly, Daniela is immediately intrigued. Mistakingly, she interprets your wink as love, not lust

She’s naive, and it’s a common mistake of hers

Immediately, she is all on you. Daniela falls fast and hard, always. She deludes herself into thinking you’re the exact same

Within hours, you are bombarded with flowers and presents, hear her giggles all around you as you work

Daniela doesn’t think it might be unsettling. You love her, after all!

Then, at night when your shift ends, she expectantly follows you to the library

Will you two read?! She’s enthusiastic

“Hello, my sweet!”, she greets, already rambling about her favourite books

She stops merely when you push a finger to her soft, plump lips. Her hands hover in the air, about to pull another book from the shelf

Yet, they all drop when she feels your lips on hers

Oh! You seem to take quite bold initiative!

Daniela hums against your lips, already feeling you push your tongue inside her mouth

Oh, you’re bold!

She gasps as hands wander to her chest, groping and cupping her large breasts

Gently, she takes your wrists in her hands and guides you away from her

What kind of relationship would this be if you just immediately skipped to sex? What about your date!

She begins talking about books again, and blushes as your eyes take in her body. You’re not listening to a thing she says, she realises with a small pout

She explains, you must love her

You do, she reassures herself

In return, you reassure: it’s completely normal to skip ahead. She feels your hands on her yet again, touching places she isn’t sure she’s ready to have touched yet

She voices these complains, and whimpers a little at the pout on your lips

Poor, little Daniela, told she is pushing the love she craves away

And so she gives in, relishing in the feeling you give her. She likes it, even if she would’ve liked to save it for another time

Yet, the next day, the same thing repeats, when she attempts to ask you out for a date after summoning you to her room

Your lips merely shush her, your hands wandering and undressing the youngest Dimitrescu sister already

She is somewhat of a forbidden fruit among the servants, unbeknownst to her

The sister protected by the older two and an overprotective mother

You see it as a person challenge to have her. Yet, not quite in the way Daniela believes you want her

The way she makes clear she wants you

And so, another date idea is muffled by lips. More moans and gasps are drawn to her, and more false, loving words are whispered to her

Daniela is completely wrapped around your finger. She’s so in love, she doesn’t realise she hasn’t had a single date with you. Not even a proper conversation. She doesn’t even know a thing about you

At her third attempt, she is interrupted yet again. This time, by your hands boldly bending her over

This is love, you reassure the naive woman

She whimpers- it hurts this time, you’re by far rougher with her, treat her less kind and loving

Daniela doesn’t mind playful pain. Yet, you seem so careless with her

She asks to cuddle afterwards, yet finds you dressed and on your way out already, leaving the vixen all on her own in her by far too large bed

The next few times this repeats. It holds up for a month, until Daniela is asked who her partner is by her sisters

She realises, she has no answer

She assures her sisters, however, she is not merely a fancy sex toy to you. She’s your everything. Your lover. She means the world to you!

And so, she eventually confronts you

She brushes off your hands when you attempt to touch her yet again, instead asks for a kiss to her forehead

You cringe visibly at the request, and she pouts for a moment

What?

Then, she asks for a date

She wants to take you to the castle gardens. They’re beautiful this time around!

You sigh loudly

Daniela feels tears prickling at her skin

She feels your hands on her yet again, demanding this is love. This is the love the craves. She shakes her head stubbornly

She begs, is she your girlfriend?

This time, you laugh at her face

Daniela frowns, sad and confused, as her face is cupped. Your hands are firmly set on her cheeks, yet not gently

This is not the touch of a lover

“Daniela, you cannot expect me to love a thing such as yourself”

Thing? Love? She doesn’t understand

She is tripped backwards, her hips traced almost mockingly now

“Love is a human emotion, silly”

Your words are cold. You’ve grown too comfortable around her, as Daniela has let you practically walk all over her

“And you…”, Daniela gasps when you poke her chest harshly, “you are not human”

She feels tears, warm and salty, run down her cheeks. A small sob breaks from her

“Don’t be sad, you’re human enough. For a creature of your kind”

You taunt her openly, fingers tracing her skin and eventually settling back on her thick thighs

“Human enough to please in a place such as this”

She cries to herself as you keep taunting her, quietly and ashamed for falling for her delusions yet again

“I mean, did you seriously think I loved you?!”, you laugh. Daniela lets out a heartbroken sob at this

“Look at you! You’re not normal!”

As though to prove this, you pinch her skin. Daniela feels, for the first time, ashamed when flies break off her soft skin

She gasps when her face is grabbed, her warm tears running down over your fingers. Cruel eyes stare at her

“You’re not deserving of love, Daniela. No creature is”

Daniela screams pitifully at this, her sorrow and pain raw and out in the open

Immediately, your eyes widen. Still, even as you attempt to make a run for it, you’re captured by strong arms that grab you and flies that dig in and out of your skin

Daniela feels her other sister’s arms around her, Bela’s gentle voice cooing and reassuring her as she sobs. She doesn’t notice you get dragged away, nor does she care. She wants you dead

In the first few days, she seems completely fine. A new maiden catches her attention already. Yet- something feels off

She can’t shake off the feeling your words have caused

The hatred she feels for herself. The sadness. The pain

She draws back from love

She wants it so bad, yet, in the back of her mind, can’t truly believe she is ever granted true love

After you, all she sees herself as is a creature, for years to come

Perhaps, she must truly wait for her knight in shining armour to save her from such beastly thoughts

Or perhaps, she is the beast, slain by her knight

[voidhri]

I absolutely love the tiny little headcanons or thoughts about mia in the comments , would you mind telling us more 😭 ranting or more I don't mind we just love to hear it

Hehe the Mia brainworm is still at an early stage, it needs to grow so I can get more ideas for it.

So I talked to @sunborn-tenacity and we came up with some ideas

I've seen a post where op had thoughts about Mia having a one sided love for the og MC and that this is the first time that MC actually picked her.

I love the angst of "I'm in love with my bestie who never picked me and suddenly in this lifetime they see me"

The contrast between Miranda's:

og!MC is the only one that matters, this new MC is just a vessel for me to make sure they become their former self. So they can die, pick another person, that's insignificant to me, they WILL become my old MC.

Vs

Mia's:

I'm still in love with og!MC but I've never seen an opportunity to be with them, so I had my grief over it and now I'm just kinda trapped in this quest to "help" Miranda, when in reality I just want the best for my friend.

This new reincarnation is not them, it's not the same person anymore... And yet, I can't help but feel for them.

I also like to think that Mia's route would have some kind of flashbacks as Miranda's had.

But the big difference is, while in Miranda's route you get very overwhelming and invasive flashbacks the more you are with her, to the point you can't enjoy or be present. In Mia's route you'll get glimpses, feelings, of familiarity and random images, but they aren't violently forced on your brain. And Mia is the one who will probably have memories violently shaking her brain.

While MC falls for Mia, Mia is very torn apart by her old and new feelings. Realizing she didn't fully grieve the old MC.

Her route will start in the middle of Miranda's or before Miranda's route.

Her bad ending could be that Mia can't deal with everything after MC takes the worst decisions known to man. (I don't think Miranda is gonna do much at the beginning, since she doesn't even take Mia into account as a rival for MC at all. But if things become more obvious, by the end she will intervene)

And I think Mia will get to that crazy disassociation where she will go "alright, this is not real, MC wouldn't pick me. So let's get over with this" and kills MC or hands them to Miranda so they can reset the loop early.

The neutral ending would be something like Mia just pushes MC back to Miranda's route and disappears

The good ending would be that Mia would accept MC's feelings and they will try to do something to stop Miranda. But fail.

And you think the loop has been reset and you have to start the game again but this time there is a new option at the beginning, one that will lead you to the Mia route without having to get into Miranda's first.

If I'm delulu enough, I can imagine other characters helping them as well (coff coff Bela coff) since most want the curse to be lifted, and there are only two love interests that remember the loops (Donna and Bela) I guess it would depend on your relationship with them. But I bet Bela would take any chance at getting free from the curse and helping her family even if she doesn't get you too.

So I would love if they play around with the game files in a very ddlc and make Mia's route as unnerving as Miranda's but somehow less cold and cryptic and more hopeful.

[neos-schlond-poofa]

IM SO CLOSE TO JUST MAKINF A BELA AND DONNA EDIT. BELA NEEDS TO STOP HAVING FAMILY ANGST ATP.

i can’t get over miranda’s route with them

they both will always remember that

even if it doesn’t reset, it’s still the same timeline and donna has to live with hurting her niece like that, and bela has to live knowing she truly has no one left in this world (unless she tries to reconnect with her sisters… without her heart)

donna’s depression would definitely get worse too cause of that; like she literally hurt someone she loved. someone who lived with her like. and they’re never going to trust her again. HEARTBREAKING. quite literally the only benefit of mc staying with miranda at that point for donna is at least one day there will be an end to this since she won’t be basically immortal with the loops. plus she still would have to kill people regularly for angie. like. GIVE HER A BREAK.

this went from a post aboht me wanting to edit them to a rant.

edit probably won’t happen though since there’s little art… WHO KNOWS I CAN FIND A WAY

[5ivebyfive]

2, 7, 19, 49 62 for writing asks

I can't find the ask meme this was for so I'll use the last one I reblogged if that's okay.

Dear tumblr, fuck you for taking away copy/paste.

2. talk about a notable time a narritive or character has looked you in the eyes and said "fuck your plan, here's what we're actually doing".

I would say...can I say Kim in every fic? Like. She's just Like That.

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote.

oh GOD. you're really out here to embarrass me. Let's see if I even remember. I know it was Charmed. Paige-centric. I think the one dealing with Paige's issues regarding "replacing" Prue and living up to her. It ended with her summoning Prue and Prue assuring her she was doing fine, etc

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style most?

Uh. I don't know? I remember this one book that made me realize i loved angst lol. I don't remember what it was called, but this girl lost her best friend and I think he appeared to help her get through it? Maybe? It was called Say Goodnight, Gracie. Really. I liked reading angst. Shocker, right?

49. Do you want to be published one day?

Nope. Not one bit.

62. What's the weirdest reason you've ever shipped something?

Uhh. Probably my weird crack ships from back in the day that involved chars from different shows. My ex-friend and I would pick people based on like...how hot they were together sometimes? And it would just develop from there. we would talk headcanons and write fics around them. I think my favorite was Bela from Supernatural and Michael from Burn Notice. The ship developed into a really awesome dynamic. She was the only character from that show I liked, and my friend was obsessed with all of it, so it was like...a compromise. IDK.

thanks!

[cruncherzz]

Opposite!Bela interacting with the rest of the feral bug children? Could be fluffy or angsty, but boy I love the angst!

"Burning the midnight oil, are you?"

Daniela paused, looking up from her book. "Oh, it's you." She huffed, glowering at the blonde as she traversed in.

"Don't sound too excited, Red." Bela hummed, leaning on one of the bookshelves.

"What do you want?"

Bela shrugged. "In all honesty, nothing. I can't seem to fall asleep and this castle is overwhelmingly boring at night--"

"--did you seriously come here to complain to me? It's nearly three in the morning." Daniela grumbled, shutting her book after dog-earing it.

"You don't look busy."

"I am."

"Are you?"

"Yes."

Bela chuckled, making her way over to the redhead and sitting on the loveseat across from her. "In the face of pure transparency, I'm lonely in that room of mine." She shrugged.

Daniela tilted her head.

"Miranda was never a fan of me being alone. Ever." Bela supplied. "She valued results and the only way to get results was to continue working... indefinitely."

The redhead frowned lightly, scooting over on her couch and patting next to her. "I need help making sense of this terrible storyline anyway."

Bela raised a brow, sitting next to Daniela and eyeing the book. "What's happening?"

"Werewolf and vampire love a mortal woman and shenanigans ensue." Daniela stated, scooting closer so the book was sat between them.

"That sounds atrocious."

Daniela laughed. "I know, right?"

[valleynix]

Aaahhh that Cassandra angst au hurt…. I love it 😈😈I love your writing so much! Feel free to ignore this if it isn’t your style but how do you think the dimitrescus would react to reader dying in their arms? Like Miranda finally had no use for them and just killed them

god, y'all just love hurting me-

Alcina

She doesn't quite know what happened.

It was a normal morning, and one she was glad to finally have with you. Everything had been so hectic lately, between researching your abilities, handling those idiots in her territory, finding gifts for her daughters...

She supposes she should have seen it coming. After all, she always knew you wouldn't stay around half as long as she'd like you to.

You'd spoken to her about your days, informed her you hadn't had many nightmares of late as you walked the grounds with her. The mist around the castle slowly rose back into the sky as you chatted with her, and she thought the morning sun made your eyes glow beautifully.

She hasn't been the best partner to you, she knows, but she takes this as her sign to try.

She bends as you stand on your tiptoes, allowing her to kiss you softly before walking to return to the castle. She expects you to follow behind her, as you always do, but she does not expect to hear the voice of her as she moves to open a side door.

"Love is such a terrifying thing, isn't it? I never thought you would allow me to see your weakness, Alcina."

She knows it's over before it even began. When she turns to face the voice, she sees Miranda - the leader she had once trusted with everything - standing beside you, clawed hand gripping the back of your neck.

Truthfully, she wouldn't even be worried about the action were it not for the blood dripping from some wound on your neck she's unable to see. The lifeless look in your eyes is what settles it for her, and she wonders how it had happened so swiftly.

Alcina tries to go after Miranda, but her leader merely cackles as her form is overtaken by a flock of large, black birds. Your knees give out beneath your weight the moment she gets to you, and you're nothing more than a ragdoll as you collapse into her arms.

She tries to call for her daughters as the light leaves your eyes and your blood stains her clothing. She tries to get you to speak to her, tries to get you to breathe, but the ashy look that's starting to appear on your skin tells her all she needs to know.

She was always aware she would lose you one day, well before your time would ever come, but she didn't know this was how you'd go out. Still, she tries to save you, kneeling in the snow as she holds you close to her chest, even as your heart slows until she can no longer hear it.

By the time any of her daughters make it to where she is outside, the sun blinds her, and she desperately tries to cling to what's left of your crystallized ashes.

Bela

Truth be told, she's not entirely sure what's happened.

She knew you had wings, and therefore, you'd most likely have some sort of mutation. Even as she dodges your claws and the wings beating behind you, she doesn't think you're beyond saving. Her sickle may be in her hand, but she has no intention to actually use it against you.

You launch yourself at her after pushing your body away from the opposite wall, and she becomes a swarm to dodge your attack effortlessly, buzzing filling her ears as she materializes somewhere nearby.

She expects you to already try attacking her again, but when she turns her body, you're just... standing there. It takes her only a moment and lots of blinking to see there's something else sticking out of the side of your head, mostly blocked by your wings idly twitching and swaying.

A moldy tendril leaves your head and falls back into the floor as you stumble forward, eyes blank and emotionless as they stare at some fixed point on the ground. She doesn't understand what's happening, doesn't know if this is just something unique to your mutation-

The single word you speak - her name - slurs as it leaves your lips, and she stiffens as her bugs buzz angrily around her form. You take another step forward, arms hanging loosely at your sides, and then you fall.

She bursts toward you when she sees the blood leaking from the hole in your head, and though she's seen worse over her years, the sight almost makes her throw up her breakfast.

She catches you before your knees crack against the wood, your body merely dead weight against her. Your head lolls against her shoulder as she lowers herself to the ground, arms tight around you, sickle lost somewhere behind her.

She may not know what's happened, but she knows a dying person when she sees one.

"Little one?" she mumbles, leaning back to set you gently on the floor.

She watches as the blood from your wound spills out around your head, as your eyes become dull and lifeless. Her dead heart twists painfully in her chest as her gloved hands cup your face and panic settles in her bones.

She doesn't-

What-

It all happened so quick, and she doesn't understand-

You don't move to her touches, you don't even react to her gently calling for you and asking you to get up. You know she detests disobedience, so why are you-

When you start to crumble between her hands, she sobs.

She never quite realized she would lose you so soon after gaining you, though she knows any time spent with you would never be enough.

Perhaps this is what she deserves for her sins over the years.

She wanted to help you, maybe even try to save you, but she wonders if she is only capable of destruction.

She stays with you until you're nothing more than crystallized ash between her hands. Even then, she does not leave your side, only relenting when Cassandra finds her sitting amongst what little remains of your presence in her home.

Cassandra

She tried, you know.

She never quite understood what you asked of her, but she always knew that if it came to it, she would grant you that small mercy. It was the least you deserved for the life you hadn't even wanted.

She believes she finds a loophole to your predicament, though. You were somewhere behind her while she battled your copy out in the snow, snarling and snapping her teeth as they cackled at her attempts to catch them.

She does, eventually. They try to get away after she's sliced through their moldy hands, but she's had enough and uses her swarm to get to them faster. Her sickle whistles through the air, and it catches their neck, slicing straight through it and severing their life force.

She did it.

You're safe.

She takes a few deep breaths and turns to where she knows you're still standing as your copy crumples to the ground, their head rolling a bit away from the rest of their body. Their skin becomes ash, and that is when she knows she's saved you.

And yet, when she turns to tell you the good news, to, perhaps, embrace you, she finds you standing as though you were merely a statue. Your spine is stiff and your eyes are focused on some distant point, and if your wings weren't swaying gently in the wind, she would have assumed you were a statue.

You take a few steps forward, and she sees blood leaking from somewhere behind your head. Her eyes widen as she rushes to get to you, tossing her bloody sickle to the side as you fall to the ground. She has tunnel vision for you, and she feels unable to see anything else around her.

You don't move when she touches you. Nothing in your eyes even reacts when she gently shakes your shoulders.

This can't-

"Little mouse," she mumbles, hands reaching up to cup your face. "This isn't funny. Look, I- They're gone. You're safe now; isn't that what you wanted?"

Her breathing picks up as you continue to lay lifeless beneath her, as your blood stains the snow. She doesn't know what happened, and hadn't she saved you-

"Talk to me," she demands, grasping your shoulders to shake a little more angrily. "God damnit, say something!"

And you don't. Your head lolls as she shakes you and not-so-lightly smacks the side of your face, tears stinging her eyes. She tries everything she can; she threatens you, smacks you, shakes you, and when she finally reaches for your hand-

She sobs when your hand crumbles in her own, her breath stuttering in her chest as she watches your body start to become ash beneath her touch.

She refuses. She gently takes your face between her hands, her tears blurring her vision, shouting out, "Wake up. This isn't a game and it's not funny-"

She tries to cling to you, to offer you something to hold onto as you pass into the afterlife, wherever that may be. She tried so hard to protect you and it's not fair-

It must be her fault, right? She tried to take out your copy to offer you some peace, and she killed you. She didn't know, she doesn't know-

Her head lowers to your chest as you crumble around her. She doesn't know what else to do, what else she can offer you.

She just hopes you could someday learn to forgive her.

Daniela

It's not often she wakes in the middle of the night to you trying to leave.

Actually, it's never really happened before, so she's not entirely sure what to do while she's half-awake and you're struggling to put some clothes on while your breath stutters.

Her eyes are bleary and she feels like she's not hearing your properly, but you tell her about some nightmare you'd had, how you feel like Miranda is close. Even in her half-asleep state, she knows to trust you and those feelings within you, and so, she follows you to the safehouse on the castle's grounds.

This isn't the first time this has happened, and she knows where to go. She sleepily clings to your side as you walk, and she hears your heart thundering in your chest. When she gets you to the safehouse, she'll-

Her boot gets snagged under a root, and she pauses as you leave her side. She urges you to continue, telling you she'll catch up in a minute as she sluggishly tries to get her foot out from beneath the root. She almost falls a few times, and she just hopes you weren't watching.

She takes a deep breath as she stands and takes a few steps back, rolling her ankle and ensuring she can still walk on it with no issue. She hears you doing something close by, but her bleary gaze is focused on where her foot had been caught the lack of a root there.

Hm. Strange.

She looks up, yawning and rubbing at her eyes when she sees you standing, the moon shining brightly against your back.

She's not sure why you don't say anything, why you're not even looking at her, and she's almost offended. She supposes you've just had a rough start to your morning, so-

Are... Have your eyes always been that dull? She remembers how much they glow when she's around, so she's a little confused by this.

"Sweet human?" she mumbles, her brows furrowing as she pulls her jacket closer to her body. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, and her confusion only grows when you don't answer her. "Hey? Can you hear me?"

You do have a tendency to get lost in your head, and she knows how to get you out of it. She steps toward you, worried when you don't even react to her moving. Her hand gently reaches for your face, cold meeting warm, and she wonders why she can't really hear your heartbeat anymore.

She's tired, though, and maybe she's just imagining things.

You sway gently for only a moment, and she thinks you finally see her as your dull eyes meet her own, but then you fall. She's fully awake in a moment's notice, eyes widening as she tries to catch you, but it all happens too quick.

You hit the snowy ground and she sees blood splatter onto the whiteness around you, her fears rising in her chest as her knees hit the floor. She tries to shake you awake, tries to turn your head to see the wound she didn't even know you had, but she knows she won't be of much help.

She rises and quickly sprints through the castle toward her oldest sister's room, and she knows Bela could help you. She takes after their mamă, after all, and she would know what to do where Daniela does not.

She bursts into her sister's room and clambers onto her bed, already shaking her awake as she tries to hurriedly explain what happened as best she can. Bela tries to swat her away and ends up grabbing her to cuddle with her, but she breaks away and begs.

That is what gets her sister's attention that something is very wrong.

Bela tiredly follows her outside in her nightgown, shaking her head as she tries to understand what Daniela is telling her. She asks questions where she can, holds her little sister close and reassures her you'll be fine, just like you always are-

Until she sees you, that is.

Or, rather, what remains of you.

By the time they get to where your body had been, most of it is already crystallized ash. Daniela shrieks and tries to break out of Bela's grasp to get to you, to comfort you in your final moments, but her sister holds tight. She drags Daniela back inside with much difficulty, shouting for their mother over the sounds of her little sister's cries and sobs.

Bela comforts her inside the warmth of the castle while what remains of you freezes outside. She tries to tell Daniela that is is safer by the fire, that whatever is out there cannot come inside, but her sister hears none of it. She cries and sobs and whines into Bela's chest, clinging to her as though her life depended on it.

You're completely gone by the time her mother gets to you, and Daniela's distraught state seems to last a lifetime.

[pregnancykink]

i hope to be able to finish the show this time, and indulging in all the badwrongstopit dynamics 🥰

and thank you so much for the recs. i will look out for them as i watch the show 🥰 i kept going back to the few episodes where john & his boys actually spent time together but there were so few 😭 i do love the moment in s1, where sam "acts up" with john & dean has switched back into wife mode & tries to calm them both down. oh & the grief 😭 he did love john so much & he feels so torn about it.

thank you for indulging me in the breeding & tragedy brainrot 🧡 i was just thinking how ruby could hook them both up? what if she & dean were hatefucking for dean to take the edge off (because he's so worried about sammy & dying & on top of that, hating ruby so much) & ruby arranges it in a way that sam walks in on them while she's pegging dean. and sam just loses all inhibitions because how dare dean crave sex & not ask sam? since ruby left dean in a vulnerable position, sam can just slide in & promise dean that he'll fuck him so hard & fill him up till he's pregnant & can never leave him (that's not how those things work, sam). it gets all the more tragic when the hell hounds eventually get to them! (oh god, i fast forwarded to that scene and sam 😭 i almost forgot how painful it was to watch dean die 😭)

Anon you are a gentleman (gender neutral) and a scholar.

Dead Man’s Blood really is such a PHENOMENAL episode that says SO MUCH about the Winchester boys dynamic. Dean trying to mediate gets me every time. Bc you know how much he had to do that growing up. Being a wife and a mother.

In the Beginning & The Song Remains The Same are other onesI love although they’re the time travel ones so it’s young John & Mary, they’re so fascinating from a full house of wincest perspective.

And of COURSE, I will ALWAYS indulge breeding & tragedy. Pregnancy angst is one of my fave genres of angst after all 😌

BUT AAAAA THE RUBY LOVE TRIANGLE YOU’RE SO SMART?? RubyDean hate fucking is brilliant. I love it bc it also gets exactly what I love about the DeanBela dynamic. Admittedly Bela was not enabling his brother’s opiate-adjacent addiction, but the “recognition of self through the other”; each girl is “dean-coded” so he hates them because he hates himself yet is compelled by them all the same.

That’s such a fun scenario you proposed too, I LOVE Sam being possessive like that.

Dean pregnant when he gets dragged to hell is one of my favorite whump scenarios. I love that scene bc I’m a guro enjoyer lmao but also bc I love when a season of TV spends so long working against something only for the tragedy to happen anyway. I loved that Dean went to hell, for the angst and trauma of it. Just look how he was changed forever. OOF! So tbh though some things abt s3 being cut short resulted in things I felt ehhhh about, that wasn’t one of them. IT IS SO PAINFUL THOUGH. Poor Sam. God😭

[cryst4lwitch]

Let's go traumatizing Bela.

From the "they all manged to survive but have trauma" au of the Cassandra angst.

Bela was the first one to fall. She can't set foot in the kitchen ever again.

But the guilt weighs her down so freaking hard. She's the eldest of her sisters. She knew Ethan was running around and she failed to kill him. And because of that, Daniela nearly died as well as Cassandra.

And she couldn't do anything but lay in pain absolutely certain she was going to die until her Cassandra managed to drag her to safety and their mother came to take care of her.

And she couldn't even tell Cassandra to be careful, to tell her that she loved her even if they bickered all the time, to tell her not to go because he knew how to hurt them and he would do so without hesitating.

She passes out from the pain. And when she wakes up, Daniela is beside her in a similar condition. She finds out Cassandra is worse and Bela knows she's responsible.

She's failed her mother in not killing the man-thing. She failed her sisters by not protecting them. She failed.

She sometimes has nightmares where she's the only one of her sisters left. Daniela perished in the library. Cassandra went down fighting. Her mother grieving because of her inability to kill Ethan.

Sometimes her nightmares are about her watching them die and she can't do anything but lay there as she slowly crystallizes.

In reality. She's isolated herself from her sisters. Finding herself unworthy of being loved by them. She's isolated herself from her mother, because failures like her don't deserve the Dimitrescu name.

She's digging herself into a hole of guilt and the only way she thinks she can get out is to keep digging. But that's only going to make it worse. Especially when the voices in her head begin whispering to her all the bad things she thinks are true.

my poor emo fly bella has always been the emo sister for me, the tortured one in a sense that shes a martyr of sort, she beat herself constantly over how she’s not perfect and how shes not enough, always trying too hard pushing herself too far for her mother’s approval, i feel like its a behaviour she’s unconsciously copied from alcina

[thatzeta]

"Hey, hey, you're okay! You're okay, gorgeous. Bela's gonna pull it out and you're gonna be fine..." Cassandra soothed, cradling the maw of the great beast in her lap; she stroked her fingers through tufts of bloody fur.

The blonde pulled at the silver-tipped spear embedded under the wolf's front right leg; she winced when the wolf whined loudly.

"It's okay, little one. It's almost out."

The wolf panted, dazed eyes blinking slower and slower.

Cass smacked at the fuzzy cheek gently to rouse her. "Stay awake. I get that silver is a big no-no for you but you have to stay awake for us, okay?"

Daniela didn't speak from where she worked with a maid, pulling out arrows and other sharp objects in the back of the canine.

The wolf's eyes opened, focusing on Cassandra as the brunette spoke.

It was easy to forget the gnawing pain when the brunette spok--

The beast snarled, roaring in agony when Bela finally dislodged the spear; Daniela's maid rushed over, covering the gushing would with pads of gauze and towels.

"She needs meat." Daniela murmured, patching up a long cut. "She heals with meat like we heal with blood--"

"Get the kitchen maids, all of them! Wake them all up if you have to!" Bela snarled at the maid, taking her place and putting pressure on the wound.

The maid scurried off, leaving the three alone with their lover.

"That fucking Winters is going to pay for this." Cassandra growled, stroking up and down the maw of her wolf.

"He's already in the dungeon. Mother's keeping an eye on him." Bela sighed softly when the bleeding seemed to subside.

"Puppy? Are you okay?"

The wolf huffed weakly.

"You did so well, darling." Bela soothed, petting at her side. "That man-thing would have killed me... you saved me, love."

The wolf breathed in shakily, nuzzling into Cassandra lightly as the doors burst open.

The maid rushed in with another woman in tow, a cart of fleshy bits spread along the top.

The beast didn't hesitate, trying to lurch up and consume the meal only to snarl in pain and collapse back on its side.

Daniela pulled the platter over hurriedly, pushing it close so the wolf didn't need to move.

The three sighed their relief as the canine ate her fill, licking her chops when she had finished.

"You okay?" Cassandra asked, eyeing the wolf as she breathed in easier.

Bela checked the once bleeding wound, nodding. "It's still tender but it's healing."

Daniela buried her face into the chest of fur, sighing in relief. "You're okay. Thank the Gods, you're okay."

Starting off Christmas morning with some more angst, I see 💀

After that ordeal, I'm sure the daughters won't leave the woof's side for the foreseeable future. And then have to hold her back when she attempts to sneak into the dungeon to murder the intruder that almost killed Bela.

[chthonicrose]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Not gonna tag people tagging is awk. (I was not-tagged by (in that I saw this on the blog of) @rozarria) also some of these things are... debatably names. many of these things. this is going through scrivener from the top so they're going to be sorted by fandom. also this post is going to be Long. if you care even slightly pls do send me something.

Harry Potter, for my sins

Wooble-sue (ofc)

Undead wives (hermione)

Ophelia Gaunt (hermione and f!diary!tom-ish, two different versions)

Tonks/Flora/Hestia

Anything For You (severus/regulus)

Pansy/Hermione makeover

Puzzle Through Time (hermione)

Room Of Stars (hermione)

Pythian (genders!shapeshifter!harry)

Aquila Aurelia Malfoy (oc draco's disabled twin sister)

Lothering (thedas crossover mk i)

Requirement (thedas crossover mk ii)

Mpreg (harry, pregnant by [indistinct magical noises], also featuring baby delphini)

F!Harry Severitus (exactly what it says)

HPLV/HPTR > Mpreg (the babies aren't voldemort's but voldemort is there)

Sleepwalking Harry

untitled file that appears to be a soulmate au where f!harry is a necromancer

Magic royal soulmate (f!harry/ofc)

Mirror of many faces (harry and genders, didn't come out how I wanted it to)

these inconvenient fireworks (egg trans girl harry gets unexpected magical transition and has a crush on the genderfluid weasley twins)

Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Prostitute Shen Jiu (someday I will figure out how to write the blowjob so upsetting it gives yqy a qi deviation)

untitled file that's a single paragraph of sy addressing lbh

moshang untitled 1

moshang untitled 2

Dragon Age (half of the stuff in here is about my PCs and in folders by character name, skipping most of that because it's just scraps)

Kerahn Adaar > Goodbye

Blossom (Cvetka) (breaking my 'not including posted fics' for this one because I have not updated it in like eight years and I too would love me to finish it :| anyway it's dagna/harding accidental baby acquisition)

Qunari don't fuck their friends (tallis/sera)

Meeting (tallis/sera)

Another try (tallis/sera, no I cannot sort them out)

Cass/Krem (I would LOVE for me to finish this fucking thing)

skin hunger start? (pentilyet)

Hairbrushing (pentilyet)

Morning surprise (shianni/merrill/sera, I have no recollection of why I decided to write that ship)

Skin hungry Cass (cass/bela this time)

I like big hats and I cannot lie (bela/sera)

MGIT (it's, well... MGIT. which is 'mundane girl in thedas', for those unaware. basically self-insert fic. I think it has me swearing at gaider at one point.)

Adoribull woundfucking (exactly what it says on the tin and another thing I would love for me to fucking finish)

Try 2 (hespith/sigrun - there is also a 'Try 1' but it's only a paragraph long)

Sketch (dorian/fenris, for the Fraught of it all, only a couple paragraphs)

Good Omens (has a higher ratio of complete and posted fics than any other fandom I've ever written in) (assume that all of these are aziraphale/crowley unless otherwise stated)

To the world to anguish (angst)

Theatre genderfluid (this one is sort of a prequel to the les mis fic and is just crowley being an actor in a community theatre in london and being friends with the other actors, and also he's pretending to be twin siblings so he can present as different genders)

in love with your ghost (OH MY GOD WHY CAN I NOT FINISH THE SCULPTOR FIC I WANT IT TO BE DONE SO BAD)

Drunk Az (this is actually a cut scene from the les mis fic)

It's over / street corner (angst)

Crowley doesn't lie (angst)

Obvious lies (angst)

Awkward rant Rome (angst)

Wall pin (this is just a scene from the show but with internal monologue woven in. and some angst)

Apathy (angst)

Sordid Angst 2 (I think the craigslist fic was originally sordid ansgt 1)

more than I can pay (mpreg angst)

Miscellaneous (most things in this folder are either exchange fic that's already posted, or too short to bother with)

Goblin Queen (labyrinth... lesbianswap sequel? ish?)

Lover of Ways and Means (hadestown, persephone/adonis)

Kidfic (The Course Of Honor, the ao3 version not the novel)

Colorless (jossed descendants ficlet based on character design in a trailer)

Origfic (selected works, I'm not gonna pull out everything)

End of her rope (the farmhand formerly known as mallory)

hatesex (blair and cheerleader)

untitled (blair and country musician)

House by school murders

The vines hunger

MPDG f/f

MPDG Leanan Sidhe

we're just going to skip the briar divide folder it's too fucking big and too damn old

The Beast and the Rose (riff on beauty and the beast)

Beastly (riff on princess in a tower guarded by a dragon)

Half-Shares (riff on that tumblr post about two witches with claims to the same baby through either parent, but both witches are nonbinary in very different ways)

Ivan (russian-style fairy tale)

Twa Sisters/Little Mermaid

Europa (sentient space probe/alien mermaids)

Caveat Emptor/Homily (sentient servant robot quietly rebels)

Saga of Immortal Dream (I have like three different attempts at starting VRMMO fics in this imaginary xianxia game setting)

Cyberpunk portal fantasy (another xianxia thing)

untitled (the same xianxia setting as saga of immortal dream except without it being a VRMMO and I named the protagonist Bai Feiyi instead of Bei Yifei to differentiate them)

love is not a victory march (god of conquering empire and her stolen bride, god of a conquered nation)

Lesbian magic school (uh. free college on any subject with free accomodations for adult nerdy lesbians willing to believe in the impossible?)

Keys > Start try 1

Magitech dystopia

okay I think that's enough things

the moral here is that I start a lot of things and do not finish very many of them

[highlifeboat]

Angst makes me wonder (even though you've probably talked about this, sorry) - how do the Dimitrescus help their loves through heavy trauma times (anniversaries, triggers, etc)?

Or alternatively- how do they get helped themselves by their partners?

Weh, I'm sorry, I was gonna do the second half of the question too but my brain is not braining. (also apologies for the long ass paragraphs)

The anniversary of the Massacre is really hard on Elena (and Max, but we’ll get to him), and as much as she tries not to seem bothered it’s not hard to tell that she gets very sullen around February, and just generally less… herself. Of course the Slaughter isn’t a secret, no one’s surprised that Elena kind of shuts down, but it still hurts Bela to see her be so depressed. Especially when she’s been such a light in Bela’s life. The problem is she isn’t entirely sure what to do beyond being extra attentive. It’s a lot of alone time for them, honestly. Not really doing anything, just Elena in Bela’s lap while they cuddle and Bela trying to take Elena’s mind off of it by talking about… anything. Anything that keeps Elena engaged. Bela wishes Elena would tell her more about what happened at Luiza’s house. It would probably do Elena some good to get it off her chest. But she can’t make her talk. All she can do is try to be supportive and provide as much comfort as she can.

Triggers aren’t as much of a problem for Elena, or at least she hasn’t had anything trigger her yet, so it isn’t something Bela’s had to help her with. She does understand Elena’s big discomfort with fire, though (which isn’t really a heavy trauma thing, but still), and is always ready to provide reassurance that it's perfectly safe.

Much like Elena, Max takes the first week of February especially hard. The main difference is he actively tries to distract himself from it with a lot of wine. It’s not initially weird to Daniela, because Max drinks quite a bit anyway, but it does become a concern when that’s literally all he’s doing. She doesn’t want him to drink himself into a coma, obviously, and it kind of forces her to intervene and take him away from the alcohol. The only other coping mechanism he knows is sex, but needless to say Daniela isn’t exactly down for it when he can’t even stand. She’s kind of stuck listening to his drunk ramblings for a while, but eventually suggests he try and write or draw out his feelings. “It works for Cass. Sometimes.” She tells him, throwing a notepad and some pencils on the floor for him. Max is no artist, but (once he’s more sober) he finds it kind of therapeutic to just.. Scribble. Not draw or write anything, but just mindlessly scribble and generally wreck the pages. Easier than talking his feelings out in the moment, anyway. So Daniela kind of inadvertently helps him that way. Maybe does some doodles in her own book while she watches him to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. Because those drunk ramblings were more than a little worrying.

The big thing for Melony is having panic attacks when she’s triggered (Usually caused by one to many unprompted/unwanted touches). Cassandra has gotten pretty good at not immediately trying to grab/hug Melony to ground her, since that usually just makes it worse. Instead she’s learned it’s better if she just… talks. Get Melony to focus on her. Maybe provide some kind of comfort item (like any kind of stuffed toy). Melony doesn’t like that Cassandra has to do this kind of thing for her, but she greatly appreciates it. She also argues there aren’t any specific dates that make her upset, but it doesn’t stop Cassandra from noticing how her tone kind of shifts during her birthday. Cass doesn’t really know how to help her with that beyond trying to indulge in Melony’s interests more actively. It doesn’t usually work. (Though she seems to go back to being herself after the day passes.)