#but Alcina still cares about her and loves her and will stick up for her (most of the time)

[muffinsin]

What are your thoughts on man-spreading? Do you think the sisters would ever sit with their legs open? Whether they’re wearing trousers or possibly their dress. Literally anything I see on twitter, I imagine stuff, and this one, I imagine sitting on Cassandra’s lap, she’s wearing trousers and her legs are opened, her hand on her significant other’s waist.

-rambunctious anon

Oh absolutely!👀🙌 Now that’s a really good image🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Here’s my mini thoughts on this:

(Masterlists)

Bela

She does not manspread at any given time. Never

She sits very politely and “ladylike”, and usually even crosses her legs as she sits, lest you’re in her lap

Bela would not dream of manspreading! Her legs are always together, her thighs pushed up against another

This is mostly something to do with her status as Alcina’s eldest

She looks up to her mother, and wants to be viewed as just as regal and tidy as Alcina

She sees her mother sit in a typical ladylike fashion, and would not think of doing anything but copying her

Her thoughts on sitting with your legs apart?

She thinks of it as lazy looking and regularly scolds her sisters for it whenever she sees it

Should her s/o do it, they will also be scolded for it

Cassandra

She manspreads a lot, pretty much constantly when she’s sitting down

She barely crosses her legs, and even so, returns to sitting with her legs apart very soon

It’s just more comfortable this way

She doesn’t care what anybody thinks about this, either

When Bela scolds her for it, she only rolls her eyes

She doesn’t get why her older sister can’t be a little loose. Why she must always be so uptight and tidy with everything

Really, how far up does that stick go?

When she sits, Cassandra likes to keep her legs apart and even lean on one of her thighs at times

When she has a partner, she loves pulling them on her lap

They’ll sit on one of her thighs with her hand gripping their hip tightly

Her other hand rests on her thigh, fingertips tapping her clothed knee

Daniela

It depends on her mood, really

At times, Daniela sits perfectly ladylike, just like her oldest sister and mother

At other times, she slouches

And at other times, she sits with her legs apart like her older sister

Every option is comfortable to her depending on the situation

Either way, Daniela doesn’t sit all that much. She’s energetic, and is on her feet most of the time

She too rolls her eyes when Bela scolds her for not sitting “properly”, but is quick to sit upright and with her legs together again

Bela is, after all, one of her role models

Often it’s enough to see her sister sit properly for her to adjust her sitting position again

Though, Daniela has no qualms about how to sit “properly”

When her s/o manspreads, she doesn’t mind, so long as she still has space to sit too

Then again, if she doesn’t, it merely gives her an excuse to move on their lap

It all works out, really

[heisenberg-simp257]

Take as long as you need fam. It aint no rush.

School is more important after all.

I just had this request idea, since it’s the holidays and all. Maybe Heisenberg spending Christmas with y/n and his kids? I can see him making his family like little metal trinkets.

YES❤️ I love it! I’m going to use kids from another story I wrote...so the oldest is a girl named Anneliese and younger twin boys named Felix and Konrad. I’ll also add some headcanons along with the story for the holidays.

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Holidays with the Heisenberg Family

Headcanons

-Heisenberg probably wouldn’t have done much for the holidays before all this. He never saw anything worth celebrating and he never had anyone to celebrate with. The other lords may think otherwise.

-Donna has invited him over for tea and secret Santa with her dolls. Moreau invited him to come and watch some holiday movies, complete with hot chocolate that he found somewhere. And Alcina begrudgingly invited him to her yearly ball.

-He said hell no to all of this.

-But with you and some kids, he’s more down to trying things out. He’s seen this time of year as one for family, and now he finally has a family to celebrate with. He’ll try his best.

-Cue Heisenberg having a Shrek moment as he tries to figure out what the hell people do at Christmas.

-Living where you live, it wouldn’t be hard to find an evergreen tree. That said, Heisenberg was all ready to build one out of scrape metal (like that tree Spencer had from iCarly). You quickly shut down that idea due to the kids’ curiosity and the fact that they could cut themselves.

-Still, he used his powers to make you and his children some little ornaments and trinkets out of metal. Each one was well thought out to the individual and since he couldn’t afford much, it made a nice gift.

-He certainly went to the Duke for items and advice. After all, it isn’t the holidays without a nice meal.

-He would be so thrilled to finally have a reason to celebrate the holidays. It didn’t matter much to him before, but now he has you and some little rascals to be thankful for.

Storytime

He would never have celebrated Christmas before all this. To him, he didn’t deserve the holiday. No one in the village ever cared about it because all that mattered was Mother Miranda this and Mother Miranda that. Frankly, he was the same way.

I mean, what was to celebrate? He was living in a nightmare.

However, flash forward several years to when you came around. You were a poor victim in this village, sent to him for so-called “judgement”. Heisenberg judged you alright, and he was thankful that he deemed you worthy of sticking around. While he didn’t think he was worthy of love in his life, you did. 

And now he has a proper family. You and three children.

His ten-year old daughter, Anneliese, looked a lot like you, h/c hair and just your overall face. Anneliese also had your attitude and was very well-behaved and kind. However, she had his stormy gray eyes. She was definitely his “favorite” and was the main reason he wanted another kid because she was so good.

He wasn’t expecting two kids in one go.

Felix and Konrad, who were around seven-years old, looked just like him except Konrad had your e/c eyes. While they were your sons as well, they were exact replicas of him in terms of attitude.

It makes sense that they were little shits.

Life for him went on as normal, regardless of the extra people in his factory and the responsibilities of fatherhood. That said, when the holidays came by again, you brought it up.

“We should do something Karl. I mean...I know there isn’t much...but the kids deserve it.” You told him a few times as the holidays drew near. He was more than ready to just skip over them like he always does, but the more you brought up the kids, the more Heisenberg felt willing to do something.

He wanted his children to have a better childhood than him after all. It seems his kids felt the same.

“Dad, can we have a tree?” Konrad kept bugging him, Felix assisting on that matter while also slyly asking if a dog was in the gift ideas.

“I got some lights from the merchant.” Anneleise added softly, showing him the small box of colorful lights. With the pleading eyes, he knew this was a losing battle. And one look from you told him to get a real tree.

A few lycans here and some snow there, Heisenberg finally procured a tree.

“It’s kind of small.” Felix remarked with a grin, knowing it would rile his father up. And he was right and received a small thump to the head, which he pouted at.

“It’s prettier than what I had in mind, so be grateful.” Heisenberg told his boys and they simply nodded.

“I think it’s beautiful.” You told him and he softened at your words. His daughter had already begun to string lights up there from where the tree was in their tiny living space amongst the factory. His sons soon joined in.

“It’s still a little...empty...” Konrad said, and his brother nodded. You knew exactly what they meant. A tree with lights is pretty, but decorations are always needed. However, for once, your man was a step ahead of you.

“Well, well...I have something to fix that. Everyone, especially you two, close your eyes and hold out your hands.” Heisenberg instructed, giving a clear warning to his sons, who just giggled but complied. Once that was clear, he handed out the gifts he put a lot of thought into.

For Anneleise, a small metal kitty.

For Konrad and Felix, two little metal dogs, each one in a different shape.

And for you, an intricately detailed metal heart.

“Alright. Enjoy.” He said nonchalantly, hoping no one would make a big deal out of it. But Heisenberg rarely gets what he wants.

“It’s so cute!” His daughter said while holding the small trinket close to her face.

“You finally got you dog.” You said with a laugh as you watched your sons marvel at the little metal dogs. And you were just blushing over the one you got, flashing him a grateful smile.

“What do we say?” You said to the children who all then gave a chorus of “Thank you dad”. 

“Yes, thank you dear.” You said while walking over to place a hand on his back. Heisenberg grew flustered but kept his face towards the tree as he placed a little trinket of his insignia, the horse, on one of the branches.

“Yeah well...can’t get much out here, and we all agreed that this tree needed some decoration. It was the perfect opportunity.” He said before gesturing for all of you to put the ornaments on the tree.

Afterwards, dinner was starting to be made as the kids played around in the safety of this part of the factory. Heisenberg assisted you, but you did a majority of the work.

“You’re such a good man. I love you, you know.” You said out of the blue, causing his face to turn a bit red. Still, Heisenberg donned a cocky smirk to override that.

“Would you have said that all those years ago?” He asked and you shook your head with a slight laugh.

“Probably not.” You said and he faked a look of offense before playfully swatting your shoulder. The rest of the prep was done in silence until the time to eat came around. 

After an interruption from his children with a mistletoe that appeared out of nowhere, leading to a kiss between the two of you.

As everyone sat at the table, Heisenberg took the time to count in his blessings. He had you, a lovely daughter, and two playful sons. He didn’t know what he did to deserve it, but he was grateful. And as he watched you and Anneleise converse while his sons played with their food, he knew he wouldn’t scorn the holidays anymore.

It truly was the most wonderful time of the year. 

[neos-schlond-poofa]

Resident Lover: Mario Kart Play Styles

One fun fact about me is one of my longest reoccurring hyperfixations is Mario Kart (specifically Wii). It’s been this way since I was 4. I’m 17 now. So now I’ll use my knowledge from the years on my current main hyperfixation. I think this is what the fandom needs. To know how I, a Mario Kart scholar, would say the Resident Lover cast would play. Also I’m writing this with Mario Kart 8 Deluxe in mind.

Cass - Extremely hardcore. She tries to pick the best stats in game and has done her own little research in time trials. She strictly plays on bikes as one of the princesses. She doesn’t keep up to date with the current online vehicle combos, she strictly uses her own. She finds it to be much more personalized and when she wins with it, it boosts her ego a bit. She always tries to front run; she hates people who bag, and she’s extremely smart about which items she uses. She always has smart steering and auto acceleration off. She has also mastered all the shortcuts.

Dani - Even more hardcore. She doesn’t play about Mario Kart. She knows all the stats and uses combos shared online. She’s pretty similar to Cass, but just better. 90% of the time she beats Cass. Funky Kong main.

Bela - She sucks at this game. She tries to be good, but fails spectacularly. She only plays Rosalina too and takes 10 minutes making her vehicle based on stats, which she doesn’t understand.

Angie - Sober Angie is alright at this game. Just an average gamer. But drunk Angie is insane. She has no strategy. She goes wild. She sometimes just gets last place, but she screws everyone else so much during the race it enrages everybody. If she isn’t getting last place, she’s getting first place. Also only can win if she’s playing Toad or Toadette.

Donna - She’s quite literally just a casual player. She doesn’t like to use items on people she plays with (unless she’s in a really silly mood) and apologizes if she hits them. She’s probably won twice in her life. She falls off almost all the time and only plays Luigi in a car, but specifically the like Kia car they have like the weird realistic one.

Alcina - Only plays if she has had enough wine. Ultimately sucks at it still and thinks it’s just not a good game. But she also doesn’t really like video games in general, so does her opinion matter? She only plays as Pauline.

Miranda - She doesn’t play. Ever. She claims it gives her a migraine. Even if Eva begged, she wouldn’t play it. Maybe the migraine claim is just an excuse so the others won’t find out she literally sucks.

MC - Has the most fun playing Mario Kart. Truly doesn’t care about placement and always bags in races. They love getting all the speed items and sets up custom lobbies that only has those available. Yoshi is their favorite and will only play as Yoshi. Forgets a lot about stats and sticks to visuals instead.

Heisenberg - Plays once in a blue moon. Somehow always wins. Usually picks Bowser, but doesn’t have a specific main.

Mia - Never wins. Does not have a consistent play style at all. Only plays as Dry Bones.

if parts of this makes no sense, i barelt slept last night and am so disoriented from my tiredness i can’t register what i type. but i know i’m right.

[highlifeboat]

Thinking how Max notices how much Alcina babies Melony and how much it makes both of them happy. And he feels pang of jealousy. And it leads to him confronting Melon and in passive-agressive manner to tell her to act her age.

So next time Alcina starts to baby her girl, Melony asks her to stop and treat her like an adult. And it just visibly breaks both of they hearts. Max immediately feels guilty about it.

But the worst part is Elizabeta sees it too. And she knows it Max's fault and absolutely furious with him. They don't say anything. At the moment or after. She just gives Max silent treatment from then on.

I like the thought of Max, who is given a lot of praise and appreciation/care, getting jealous over Melony being given constant simple, domestic, love. Especially if he feels he has to earn that kind of thing. Like, he knows Alcina loves him, she'll give him hugs and kisses and whatever, but he also holds a lot of responsibility and he's in a place where he feels he has to be mature. But Melony doesn't have that. She's shown constant love and affection, and gets to sit and talk about nothing with their mother for however long, but does nothing to earn it.

It isn't fair, or at least he doesn't think so.

And the next time him and Mel are talking he's just kind of like "Don't you think you're getting kind of old to be hanging around mother all day? You're a grown woman, I mean... c'mon." And initially Melony fights him on it. She likes being close with Alcina. She likes the attention and the love. Which gets him more heated because he didn't think it would be so hard to get to her, so he goes "I hope you know mother only keeps you close because you're weaker than us, and she doesn't think you can handle yourself. Maybe if you actually acted your age for once..." Mel just ends up calling him a jerk and walking off in a big huff, but some things Max said still stick with her and she has a long think.

Max turns around and Liza is just there, giving him this dirty glare that's, admittedly, kind of terrifying. He's immediately going "What? Someone had to tell her, she needs to be more independent." They just kind of rolls their eyes at him.

When Alcina goes to scoop Melony into a hug or baby her in some other way, Mel tells her (respectfully) to stop/put her down. Obviously Alcina asks what's wrong and Mel tells her she's not a baby. She's an adult, and she wants to be treated like one now, and Alcina goes "Oh...". She respects her daughter's wishes, of course, but it's very clear that neither of them really want this.

Max doesn't really realize until they're having dinner together that the dinning room is filled with this heavy silence. Liza won't acknowledge him, his mother is crestfallen, and Melony's staring down at her food with this look like her world is crumbling (she's upset but also kind of mad at him specifically). And he isn't sure why yet (Because he isn't fully aware anything happened), but the guilt starts to hit him. They all just eat in this tense silence and he ends up excusing himself early because of how awkward it is.

[valleynix]

I actually kinda like how lady d talks about Miranda in To promise the moon. The whole 'yes I love her but I recognize that she's an awful person.' We've heard some things that Miranda has done to her followers and the Dimitrescu's, and IDK if it's gonna happen, but what would Lady d do if Miranda actually followed through with her threats???

ooh, this is a good one! i assume you're talking about what Cassandra said ("What good has she done for my family, aside from threatening to starve us if our experiments continued to fail?"). all we know is that these threats are, so far, quite empty, but what would happen if Miranda actually began to starve them?

i imagine the starving would take a long time. Miranda provides them with maids to eat and drain if they have no other source of food; other than that, she allows them to take any disloyal followers (ones that do not become experiments) and anyone who stumbles into their territory (like the Reader).

so, let's say she puts out an order that the Dimitrescus can no longer just take anyone found in their territory, as she needs more people for her own experiments. well, that's not too bad, right? Alcina has been preparing for a day like this; she faces the brunt of these threats, and she knew Miranda would follow through one day.

she puts herself and the girls on a rationed diet. Daniela is already used to not being allowed much blood unless it's incredibly diluted, so she would probably suffer the least. Cassandra and Bela would likely become irritable and snappy, the former more so, but they would be bearable. Alcina probably said not to kill or maim any maids during this time, at least until this foolish order had passed.

only... it doesn't pass. months go by, and their supply of blood-infused wine is becoming scarce. Alcina sends Cassandra out more often to hunt, but whatever she brings back, it's not enough. she watches her daughters becoming weaker and weaker, and it breaks her heart to be unable to do anything.

one day, a maid slips up and spills a bit of tea on the dining hall table. this simply cannot do. Alcina orders her daughters to take her to the cellar, allowing them to do as they see fit. the maid does not come back.

this becomes a bit of a norm around the castle for some time. when a maid does something out of place - no matter how big or small - they are sent to the cellar, and the girls are allowed to feed. they bring back enough for Alcina, and because of that, she allows this to continue.

but they stopped receiving maid shipments months ago, when Miranda had first spoke of this silly order, and their supply of maids is beginning to run low, too. Alcina still holds out some hope that this is simply a prolonged punishment, and that her leader would stop before her and her daughters perished.

unfortunately, it continues. there are fewer and fewer maids in the castle every day, and the girls are becoming more and more feral. they pace around, look for scraps around the castle, beg their mother to let them into the village.

Alcina is a smart woman. she knows that if she lets her daughters out into the village, if she lets them slip up once, that Miranda will find out and this punishment will remain everlasting.

so, she decides to go to Miranda directly. i imagine this can go one of two ways: either she tells Alcina that she and her daughters are no longer of any use to her, implying she wants them to die out... or she smiles wickedly and cruelly as she tells Alcina that their loyalty is to no longer waver, that they must accept that she will be the only person to ever provide them with what they need. they must remain obedient and their experiments are not to fail from here out.

it's a show of power, you know. that Miranda can do whatever she wants and not suffer the consequences. perhaps she did try to starve them before the events of To Promise the Moon, but i doubt it would have lasted longer than a month or two, at most.

we haven't seen our lovely bird mom yet... but we will, soon, and you'll see exactly why the Dimitrescu daughters are not loyal to her, and why Alcina may love and adore this woman but despise who she is and what she's able to do to people.

[wallflowerimagines]

How would the Lords react to a S/O who’s mind is always in the gutter and always the first one to be called to go to Horny Jail?

Gutter brain is contagious sometimes... The following is suggestive. NSFW is mentioned but not described, but I'm still putting it under a read more. Enjoy!

Alcina Dimitrescu

A lot of the reason Alcina likes you is because you listen to her and respect her boundaries.

That said, it can be a little frustrating for her to focus, because you have this habit of just peeking around the corners and... watching her? (She knows you're there. You're not fooling anyone.)

You don't want to bother her! But she's just...so pretty. So elegant. So tall. So STRONG. And her fingers are so long💕💕

Honestly, she's a little charmed by it. Seeing how much you actively desire her is both flattering and very amusing. You'll never say anything about your needs--she's often so very busy and you don't want to stop her from doing important tasks--but you couldn't hide how desirable you find her even on pain of death. Plus you're very easy to tease, which is becoming a bit of a hobby for her.

She doesn't have to do much for you to lose your train of thought. All she has to do is adjust her neckline or whisper in your ear, and you melt.

Touching up her lipstick is a favorite of hers, because your entire expression goes slack, and she can watch down to the exact second where your brain turns off.

Sometimes, she blows you a little kiss, and you make a noise like a deflating balloon. If she does it while you're walking, you just run into things on autopilot.

Eventually, she starts to work herself up right along with you. Darling, she might enjoy the fact that you respect her boundaries, but enough is enough. If you don't make a move, she will. 😈

Donna Beneviento

I headcannon that Donna's a little bit touch starved, so I wouldn't recommend crossing that threshold too quickly.

If you do, Angie is there with the big stick to give you a bonk on the head.

Donna is very weak to your words, however. Especially because you always make a point to compliment her both in and out of her veil.

And uh, oh boy, can you give her a compliment.💦

Anything from her wrists to her waist to her eyes to her legs to that little face she makes when she tries to thread a needle, Donna is beautiful. You wanna make out with her.

Once, she was feeling a little self conscious about her hairstyle, and asked you if you liked it. You proceeded to go on a rant about how not only is her hair shiny, glossy, and so obviously well taken care of that any style would suit her, but if she was that curious about trying out something new, you would be happy to help.

....But you should probably mess it up a little bit, first? Pull on it? Get a little sweaty?

Angie gives you a bonk with the stick.

Honestly, Donna starts to feel a lot less insecure the longer you are together. You two do love each other, and your compliments are both flattering and a little silly, so she's not too pressured. She might even be...receptive.

(Maybe Angie can put the punishment stick away, just this once.)

Salvatore Moreau

[Press X to doubt]

Look, you don't have to pretend that you want him. Moreau is just happy that you love him, and he loves you--

NO, you say, ACTUALLY SALVATORE?? YOU ARE VERY MUCH MY TYPE AND I DREAM ABOUT RAILING YOU ON A REGULAR BASIS

O-oh. 😳

You kind of have to be a hundred percent straight with him about how into him you are. Otherwise he might see your constant stares and lingering touches as simple teasing, when in fact you want to ride him into the sunset.

And, uh, once he knows exactly how you feel? Salvatore is 100% willing to accommodate.

He loves you a whole bunch, and you're so blatantly crazy about him that it's simultaneously very romantic and it really gets him going.

Every touch, every look, every smile from you is dripping with meaning, and Salvatore cannot get enough. Your compliments on his appearance are real, filled with innuendo, and somehow heartwarming because it's so obvious that they come from a place of love.

If you want him, Fish man is there for you, ANYTIME.

Honestly, when the cops come to take you to horny jail, Moreau is probably in the cell right next to yours. 💓

Karl Heisenberg

The minute he hears the phrase 'Horny Jail', he will build a tiny cell for you in his workshop, because Karl is a bastard who thinks he's hilarious.

Jokes on him, because you've got the best view in the house 😋

You get a GREAT view of his back and shoulders while he works, and when he twists a little in his chair, his focused expression is fully on display. You are blessed ❤️

You guys are playful with each other, and even before you two got together officially you would make a lot of 'jokes' about how hot you thought he was. At least, Karl thought they were jokes. But no, apparently you were REALLY into him the whole time, which is a massive ego boost.

When you start to get a little bit too distracting and he wants to focus, Heisenberg will occasionally threaten to toss you in the cage. But I'm going to be honest, its a mistake on his part if ever does.

He's weak at the sight of your laughter--it makes your eyes shine an your smile brighter, and much as he wants to finish his project... Fuck it, come on, get over here❤️

The minute he shuts the door, you start hooting at him to strip, asking him to bend over, just being an excessive nuisance because you know it will get you both to laugh--And that's where he loses.

[i-cant-sing]

I love your yandere platonic re8 characters and child reader! Imagine little reader loving Castlevania video games and when in Castle Dimitrescu, little reader is like: "I am y/n Belmont and I will banish evil one and from all!" And she just walk/run into the Castle with a wip the Duke gifted her and attacks every single creature she sees. And for her Alcina = Dracula so : "Die monster! You don't belong in this world!"

Oh oh!

The whip in question being a stick with a string tied to it because Duke's not gonna gift you a real whip! And your sisters help you dress up properly so that you can play around. Imagine just little you running around in the castle, chasing either your sisters or some lycans (personally made for you to play with), and Alcina sees you prancing around, waving the "whip" in the air, giggling.

Of course, Alcina wants to join in. But as I've explained before, Lady D doesn't have kuch experience caring for the young. So, when you yell "Die!", she does. Drops to the floor, wheezing in pain, going completely still, the whole nine yards. She's faking her death a little to well for little you, so much so that you stop laughing after a minute, start calling her name when she doesnt move, you even poked her when she didn't open her eyes.

It wasn't until you burst into tears that Alcina finally dropped the act, startling you when she took you in her arms, wrapping you up in a motherly embrace.

"Oh- darling, what's wrong?" She asked you as she wiped your snotty nose with her handkerchief. Sniffling you told her how you thought she had died. Alcina's heart just about melts. You cared about her so much? Oh sweetling, she's never letting you go now.

Now, ever since this incident, you became particularly attached to Alcina, latching onto her wherever she went. On the occasions where she couldn't take you some places with her, the sisters will take care of you, but you're constantly asking them when tall nice lady will be back... perhaps you end up suffering from a little separation anxiety.

Alcina doesn't mind though. She just eats it up when all the other Lords want to take you, but you simply don't let go of Alcina's leg. They can play with you at the Dimitrescu Castle so that you can get used to being with them instead of with Alcina.

Alcina: just stop trying, Y/n doesn't want to leave me. And nothing you say or do will make her-

Heisenberg, whistles: come here, girl. You want McDonald's? Come here, we'll get the happy meal!

Alcina, scoffs: really? As if that'll work-

Y/n, immediately running up to Heisenberg: and chicken nuggets?

Heisenberg, nods: with the sauce~

Alcina: Y/n!

Y/n trades Alcina for McDonald's because no one in that castle knows how to cook😭

[muffinsin]

hey!! if you're okay with it, maybe general fluff headcanons about the daughters and their mama? 🥺 just general stuff-- who's the clingiest with her, how they get her attention, how they strive for her pride and look up to her, etc, and just general lovins :)

Hell yeah! This is adorable!🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Let’s get into it🫶

Masterlists

Bela

She’s an utter Mama’s Girl, through and through, and has always been

What Alcina says, goes, and there’s no debate about this

Her mother is her entire world. She wants to impress her at all times

In return, Alcina takes her time to reassure her eldest many times how proud she is of her. The words still make Bela feel happy no matter how often said to her

Bela doesn’t have all that many role models, but her mama is one of them, and has always been

She’s just so…perfect, to Bela

So powerful and regal, elegant, loving and caring, intelligent, beautiful, intimidating to those she wants to scare off. She’s all Bela hopes to become one day, all she thrives to be

She tries to be just like Alcina, and copies her in many ways. Some subtle, some- less subtle. Out of all sisters, Bela is the most similar to their mother

She copies Alcina’s perfumes and used to love dressing up as her. Especially as a young, re-born “child” she loved to be mama while she played dress up with her sisters

Alcina thought this was adorable. Especially when she found Bela trying one of her dresses as a child, the garment practically swallowing her

Occasionally, she leaves her perfume out for her eldest to find

Having Alcina’s scent around her helps Bela focus, and relax. She used to have severe separation anxiety as it comes to Alcina, and while she improved in time, the perfume is a must to feel as though mama is with her at all times

Additionally, Bela copies her walk and the way she carries herself. Her position is straight, and she doesn’t allow herself to slouch. She sits ladylike and tries to look just as regal as her mother. She walks fast, with proper strides

She’s a mini Alcina at times, really, and the mother of three thinks it’s absolutely adorable

She often sees to having less blood stuck to her face to appear as elegant as Alcina. Even if this often doesn’t work out

At other times, Bela leaves her face dirty on purpose just to have her mama clean it for her in secret. Alcina makes sure her younger two never catch this. She knows it would embarrass Bela endlessly if they found out how she relaxes and purrs loudly the moment mama holds her face gently and dabs it clean with a cloth

She even likes to use words she hears her mother use. A little bit like a parrot, this one

Funnily enough, Bela inspired the word “man-thing”. When Alcina was enraged, yelling something along the lines of “What a useless man!”, while Bela, her voice quiet and unsure as she was still so young, and with quite a small vocabulary back then, repeated: “What a useless man-thing!”

Alcina loved it, and decided to stick with it

Alcina knows her daughter struggles with asking for her attention sometimes. Not wanting to embarrass her, she subtly gives Bela the attention she knows she craves at times

And really? Bela feels so happy whenever she is requested to help Mother with work. This usually means getting to sit on her lap and hand her pencils and documents while she gets head scratches, then being praised for all this

She doesn’t see how she’s helping her mama work, but is too busy purring and rubbing her cheek against Alcina affectionately every few seconds to truly care

At other times, she feels so much pride bloom in her chest when Alcina asks her to help her understand book passages

Of course, Alcina understands them perfectly well. But Bela doesn’t have to know that

Still, the mother of three often acts like she doesn’t quite grasp the meaning of a paragraph just to see Bela’s large smile while she explains it for minutes

And then, of course, there is the loud purring when she is praised for being so smart

She loves her mother’s praise. She thrives off it, and she receives a lot of it

In bed, she loves to recollect all she has been praised for before she sleeps. It really helps her self worth, too

Bela additionally loves to get Alcina’s attention during dinner, when her mother can pay her undivided attention to her. She’s also the sister to sit the closest to their mother, when possible

She rambles of all she can. She infodumps about books she’s read and facts she’s picked up, points out things she’s noticed and things she has come up with

And when she receives head scratches and a kiss to her forehead, Bela purrs for at least thirty minutes even when Alcina has long removed her hand again

Her sisters tease her for this endlessly, but Alcina’s praise of being so intelligent and educated makes up for this

Her favourite time way of spending time with Alcina is to stay with her as she works, as she has since she was a mere child

She’s sat on her mother’s big lap, holding onto the table edge as she watches the pencil scribble against paper

Occasionally, she gets head pats or gentle scratches of her scalp

At other times, when the work is a little more challenging, she feels gentle kisses pressed to the top of her head every once in a while

It makes her so happy, and the best thing? It’s just Bela-Alcina time

Her sisters tend not to bother their mother while she works, giving her sweet, uninterrupted hours with her mama

It’s rare and special to her

She is so incredibly proud to call herself Alcina’s heiress

Bonus: Alcina’s nicknames for Bela include: my little fly, my smart girl, good girl, my darling, my Bela

Cassandra

As the middle child, she doesn’t always have it easy

She struggles with trying to impress Alcina a lot, and finds herself confused when mama just randomly showers her in attention too, for no reason at all other than for the fact that she loves her so

Cassandra is her fierce little huntress, and she loves being praised for this

She has brought mama countless gifts over time

From small deers to humans, to wolves and bears, to lycans and huge monstrosities such as varcolacs

Always, Alcina praises her for these. The best ones are beheaded and put on the walls

Cassandra is endlessly proud when she walks past one of her trophies that mama put up for her

Though, she thinks it’s a little silly that Alcina keeps the trophy of her first catch- a mere possum- on the walls. It’s tiny!

Her favourite way of getting Alcina’s attention is through her kills. Often she will drag prey inside, quite obviously to a spot Alcina can see

She won’t ask for her mother’s attention- verbally- but practically melts into her touch and purrs quietly when a hand is set on her head and the spot behind her ear is scratched lovingly

She could lose herself in that, really, and often only realises she’s purring with her eyes closed when she hears one of her sisters chuckle at her

Cassandra isn’t fond of appearing clingy at all. She’s also the least clingy sister as it comes to Alcina

Still, when being cuddled in a pile with her sisters, she gets quite moody when mama stops patting her and turns her attention to one of her sisters

Alcina is a role model to Cassandra as it comes to hunting

She knows, mama is very capable of taking all prey down within seconds! She’s strong and quick in her attacks, powerful and intimidating

Cassandra loves when Mother joins her hunts

Often, this is their quality time together

A hunt, just for them. Only Cassandra and mama. Not her sisters. Nor some maid. Just her, her mother, and their prey

Due to the demanding work for the wine business, Alcina doesn’t get out to hunt with her daughters all that often. Still, she makes sure it happens regularly

And especially with her middle child, she ensures she always finds time to hunt with her

During those times Cassandra pounces on anything she can. Wolves, birds, bears, lycans, humans. She makes fast work of it all and looks back with a bloody grin, golden eyes searching for Alcina

Cassandra would never admit how badly she was wants her mama to see how well she’s doing

She doesn’t need to ask, however. Mama’s eyes are always on her, as they should be

When she turns, golden eyes already look at her, and red painted lips are curled in a proud smile already

While she would normally fight her mother’s affection off in the castle, she savours it during their private hunts. No maidens forcing her to hold up her tough reputation. No annoying sisters teasing her for liking the affection and attention she receives

So, when she turns around after a kill and feels large hands cup her bloodied cheek, and red lips press to her forehead, Cassandra smiles widely

Usually, Alcina allows her daughter to hunt when they’re out. Occasionally though, it’s Cassandra’s turn to stare and giggle in delight when her mother makes quick work of a prey

She admires her, and the look in her dark golden eyes openly shows it. It’s a way of Cassandra letting her mother know, she is her role model

Cassandra, while not openly so, is at times very similar to her mother. Perhaps even more so than Bela- though she knows, if she ever mentioned this in front of her sister, it would rub her the wrong way

Cassandra is headstrong, powerful, intimidating and loyal. She cares deeply about those she loves, and this love is not earned so easily. She likes to be in charge, and is annoyed easily when something doesn’t go her way

However, she shares more than just these traits with Alcina

While being very loving and caring, Cassandra is quick to get angry, too. When she feels bad about this- which is quite rarely, really- she thinks of how mama is the same. It makes her feel less bad

Aside from this, Cassandra loves to hoard. Not just anything, though

She loves to steal things from her favourite people and hoard them in a small box hidden away in her room

In this box is her old blanket, Bela’s pillow, one of Daniela’s stuffed animals- which Cassandra insisted a maid must’ve taken- and a pair of Alcina’s gloves

She can’t explain why she loves to hoard such things, but it makes her feel comfortable and happy

During moments that scare her (even if she would never admit to being scared), she occasionally brings forth the box. She likes to put on her mother’s gloves, even when they are by far too big on her, lay her head on Bela’s pillow and cuddle Daniela’s stuffed animal tightly

It helps her think of her family being right by her side in those moments, even when she is too embarrassed to seek them out

Bonus: Alcina’s nicknames for Cassandra include: little fly, my fierce little fly/bug, my drakeling (little dragon), my brave little warrior

Daniela

She’s a mama’s girl, but in a different way than Bela

She is convinced she’s mama’s favourite, and loves to bask in her attention

She’s incredibly clingy, and loves to seek Alcina out multiple times a day just to spend time together

Often, Daniela is reading in the library, humming along and smiling when she thinks; she must go find mama!

With her book in her hand, she swarms to Alcina’s office, uncaring of the staff members that rush to get out of her way to spare their lives

Once she arrives at her destination, Daniela eagerly stars rambling

Sometimes, she falls down on Alcina’s desk. This- isn’t ideal, per se- when the woman is trying to work

Daniela only ever giggles happily when she is lifted, assuming mama is ready to cuddle her

Her face shows her disappointment when she is just sat on the older woman’s lap, but Mama goes back to her work instead of paying attention to her

Often enough this won’t bother her for long. While whining for a little while, it only takes a kiss and a “Daniela…” for her to stop dwelling on her disappointment

Whether her mama is busy or not, Daniela loves to tell her about her day and the book she’s reading

She smiles widely while she rambles of her book

Sometimes, she looks up and shoots Alcina a glare. Then, she giggles when her mama asks her something regarding what she’s just told her

She does listen! And it makes Daniela so happy!

She continues rambling until she either tires herself out and falls asleep on Alcina’s warm lap, gets distracted, or becomes bored of her monologue

She likes to stay with Alcina, still, and sometimes simply cuddles up on the window next to her desk

At other times, she simply swarms off again after kissing her mama on the cheek as a goodbye

Like her sisters, Daniela views her mother as a role model. Out of the three sisters, though, she has the most role models. Not only Alcina, but her sisters too

Still, her mother is perfect in her eyes. And beautiful!

Daniela wants to become as beautiful as her

From a young age on, Daniela has always been in awe of her mother’s beauty

She often tries different hairstyles, and while she usually asks one of her sisters to do her hair, she always goes to her mother for her approval

Only when mama tells her how pretty she looks, is she truly happy

She loves to style her hair so it looks similar to Alcina’s, and likes to wear her white dress at times to look more like her mama

Aside from this, Alcina has spotted her youngest raising her closet for dresses multiple times already

Upon being caught sitting in a dress by far too large and heavy for her, Daniela only stares. She can’t help but blush, as though a child caught doing something they’re not supposed to

Ah, but Alcina is never angry at her little Daniela

She merely lifts her and smiles when her daughter’s eyes practically sparkle. At last, the dress doesn’t look ridiculously big on her

She can’t swarm with such a heavy dress weighing her down, and is all too happy to be lifted so it looks like she’s wearing the long, white dress. It makes her feel like a queen. The most beautiful of all- except for Mother, of course

To copy her mama, Daniela sometimes also likes to use red lipstick, rather than black one, and apply her makeup carefully, rather than smeared or dark looking

Daniela’s favourite way to capture her mother’s attention is through relentless whining for attention

She can go on with no end in sight, whining and tugging on Alcina’s dress at her hip until the mother of three turns her head and pays attention to her, at last

As it comes to her favourite activity with Alcina, reading and cuddling takes the top

She loves nothing more than to cuddle up in her mama’s warm lap and have her head and neck scratched lovingly while her mother reads to her

Often, Daniela asks her to read a fairytale to her during the day

She’s a little too embarrassed to ask her mama to read her bedtime stories when she is centuries old already- aside from that: her sisters would never let that go!

Alas, Daniela gets her story time and cuddle sessions during the day

She takes many naps, and loves to retreat to Alcina when she begins to feel tired, then plop down and sleep either on her bed, her table, her couch edge, her window sill, or her lap

On an entirely other note: Daniela possesses a weapon her sisters do not have: her puppy eyes

Well trained and used at every opportunity without any hesitation at all, she knows of their power

She knows, all it takes is for mama to look into her big, golden eyes and watch the pout form on her lips for her to grant Daniela nearly every wish

Of course, she abuses this to no end

New toys and play-maids, a snack, time spent together when Alcina technically needs to finish up on some documents

She grins triumphantly whenever she manages to succeed at getting what she wants. Daniela knows, she has her entire family wrapped around her finger. And she loves it

She’s the “baby of the family”, after all

Bonus: Alcina’s nicknames for Daniela: little fly, little princess, my dove, good girl, my beautiful little girl

[its-deputy-caleb]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well, I really love your writing and I recently tried to come out to my family but it didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. I was wondering if you could do the four lords’ reactions to reader coming out as lesbian (it doesn’t have to be lesbian specific if you don’t want to) If you don’t feel comfortable writing this it’s totally fine, no pressure at all. And thank you for all of your work it really helps me just relax sometimes 😘

Hii, I’m so glad that my writing is able to make you feel happy! It honestly makes my day!! I’m so happy to write this for you and I feel so honoured to write this, I apologise that it’s late I wanted to write it sooner.

I’m sorry that all this has happened to you and if you ever need anything I will always be here for a listen if you need <3 just message x I also wrote this from some person experiences since I am bi and have also had bad experiences so this is just to make everyone feel loved and included!

Alcina Dimitrescu

You’re sitting on the lounge of one of the various sitting areas in Castle Dimitrescu, having tea with the Lady of the house one cold evening.

You were both enjoying each other’s company, having grown very fond of Alcina and her daughters. You’d become something like an aunt to the girls and Alcina had accepted you into her house with open arms.

The Lady Dimitrescu was currently speaking about another “man-thing” she had hidden in the dungeon when you told her about your own feelings towards women.

Your heart is practically beating in your throat as the nerves make you feel nauseous, anxiously awaiting a reaction from the Lady Dimitrescu. Your palms shaking slightly as she stopped speaking to glance at you.

Tears well in your eyes as you wonder if you’ve made a mistake, instantly going to apologise.

She takes two large steps towards you, kneeling down and takes your much smaller hands in her own. Her thumb moves in gentle circles along your knuckles as she soothes you.

“My darling, please do not cry… You’re too beautiful in your youth to be sad. Just know you will always be loved here in my castle both by my daughters and myself. No harm will come to you, I promise; I will protect you always.”

She brings her hand up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek, holding your chin up so you can look at her. Everything about her presence is calming and loving in that moment.

“All that matters in this world is your happiness, my darling, don’t let anybody take it away from you.”

She places a soft kiss to the back of your hand and uses it to bring you into a tight hug. Her arms wrap around you tightly and she holds you close, almost protecting you from the outside world.

“Come now; if you’re to be staying with us, you’ll be needing your own formal room. Besides if you stay with us you’ll find that you and I are not so different.”

You look up at her with wide eyes as she gives you a large smile and scoops you up in her arms. It’s there that she carries you to your new chambers just down the hall from her own and you continue to stay with the Lady Dimitrescu.

Each day and night she reminds you just how much you’re loved by her and her family, making sure you know just how much she cares for you no matter who you are.

Donna Beneviento

You’re standing on the porch with Donna, over looking the waterfall which her house sits next to. You notice Angie is not with her and she’s in lighter clothes than her usual layers which she wears to visit Mother Miranda.

It’s one thing you’re very happy about is Donna’s comfort around you. You two are very close and you’re the only person she feels like she can be herself even without her dolls. To her, you’re someone that makes her feel normal and safe in this crazy and chaotic world.

Much like Donna, you’ve kept to yourself, often hiding how you really feel inside but she’s someone who you’ve grown to trust with your life and who care for very deeply about.

That’s why you feel ready to finally tell her about your own feelings and who you are. Yet it doesn’t make it any less nerve racking, your friendship with Donna means everything to you and you don’t want to lose her.

She notices the way you tense up, how you focus more on the water falling to distract yourself, fiddling with your hands at the same time.

Donna leans over and rests her head on your shoulder which you relax into and place your head on hers as her arm wraps around you reassuringly.

“Angie and I still love you. No matter what, you’re still the only one who likes us. Just because you feel a certain way doesn’t change that.”

Donna’s hand squeezes every so often against your arm, a reminder that she means what she says. Her touch keeping you warm out in the cold as her words warm your heart.

Salvatore Moreau

You and Moreau have always found comfort in each other. The two of you feeling rejected by everyone in society, just wishing that someone would give you the opportunity to get to know you both better. To see the real you.

That’s what you were, inseparable and each other’s second chance to be yourselves. You were all you two had, telling each other everything and sticking by each other.

Hidden away in his reservoir was your own little world where no one could judge either of you and you could be yourselves.

That’s why with your hand in his, squeezing tightly, you decided to come out to him.

His hand squeezes back and matches your strength as he smiles at you, proud that you were able to say it.

“You’re my best friend, you know? And I will never view you any differently because you like girls, you’re braver than I could ever wish to be.”

Salvatore is captured by your ability to be yourself, especially around him. He feels honoured that you trust him with everything, even something as daunting as coming out and he makes you feel validated and respected all the time.

You’re something of a role model to him and the two of you work through all your troubles together, always relying on each other for support.

You never once had to face anything alone, no matter how hard it was for you to come out to everyone else, Salvatore was always there for you and was by your side.

Karl Heisenberg

You and Karl had an interesting friendship, something akin to the term “chalk and cheese”. He was the wild and crazy engineer, always tinkering in his workshops, working tirelessly for his revenge on Mother Miranda while you were the gentle and sweet soul who was once a member of the village.

No matter of your differences, you were both the only one you had left. You truly cared about each other. Although you both weren’t always great at saying it, you each had your moments.

After Karl told you about his childhood, the experiments he endured and the Cadou implant you both agreed to tell each other everything and he honest. Promising to be there for each other.

That’s why you knew you could come out to him and tell you how you felt deep down.

He instantly drops the hot piece of metal he was welding to draw his attention to you. Leaning in and listening to you as you told him all of what you had been hiding.

At the end of it you’re exhausted, teary eyed and in need of a hug which he gladly provides, practically crushing you as he holds you close.

“Hey now, you’re not broken like I am, there’s nothing wrong with who you are. Fuck what anyone has to say, if they want to hurt you I won’t let them okay? If they’ve got a problem with who you love they’re gonna have to deal with me. I mean it, if anyone gives you shit they’ll be fed to the lycans!”

You laugh at his little speech and he smiles when he sees you happy. Although apart of you knows he’s very serious and cares about you enough to rip anyone’s throat out for hurting you.

Karl Heisenberg was the last person you’d expect to find a friend in and yet he’d stop at nothing to make you feel loved and safe in his home.

i love all of you <3

[heisenberg-simp257]

hey, if you're still taking requests could you please write 4 lords with s/o who gets dizzy easily and has tendency to faint? thanks a lot and have a great day!!

Sure thing! Thank you!❤

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The Lords with an S/O who gets Dizzy Easily and has a Tendency to Faint

Alcina Dimitrescu

-Dimitrescu has a tendency to worry for those who are under her care and supervision, which includes you.

-She first found out about this when you were coming down the stairs and started to collapse. Luckily, she was quick enough to catch you.

-Dimitrescu actually thought you were sick or something until you explained that you get dizzy easily.

-From then on, she's like a mother hawk. If she's busy, one of her daughters is around to make sure you don't hit your head if you have a fainting spell.

-Since Dimitrescu worries so much, she will constantly have you doing things that keep you sitting or laying down.

-Makes you lots of herbal teas in hopes that would ease the dizziness.

-She might also carry you down the stairs. She doesn't want to nearly have a heart attack again by seeing you almost fall.

-If you do faint and get hurt when no one is around to help, you bet she gets all frantic and immediately starts to care for any injuries you might have. Yes, she becomes a frantic mother hen.

-You are practically always being watched, but you know it is out of care and love. Even though Dimitrescu is a woman who respects a person’s privacy, she cares for your safety more.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-Donna actually thought that your dizziness was because of the fact that she grew a multitude of hallucinogenic flowers. Because of that, she tried to plant them farther away from you.

-Turns out that wasn't the case. You just got dizzy quite often and tending to faint a lot as well, which she found concerning.

-Surprisingly or not so surprisingly, Donna knows quite a lot about the brain and how it functions. She's able to sort you right out.

-Donna would get you plenty of water to help keep you hydrated if dehydration was ever a problem for your dizziness. Also, a lot of herbal tea on top of that.

-Unlike Dimitrescu, Donna doesn’t hover around. She somehow just knows if you are about to faint and is there to support you.

-Angie is creepily fascinated by a human’s ability to just get dizzy all of a sudden. How does that work? What does fainting feel like? She has so many questions.

-Donna would shoo her away because her pestering makes you get even more dizzy as she runs all these questions around in your brain.

-She helps you with some breathing techniques that are meant to help dizziness go away. Deep breaths and stuff while making sure you were all nice and comfortable.

Salvatore Moreau

-Moreau was worried that you were sick when you just suddenly fainted. Luckily, fish boy was a doctor, but before he could even do anything to you, you woke up. Thankful for that too.

-It was kind of hard to explain, but you managed to get across that you just get dizzy easily and tended to have fainting spells along with that.

-That’s also why you preferred to stay down in his room. The spinning of the windmills caused you to get all dizzy, so you preferred the darkness of below.

-Even though it wasn’t his fault, Moreau felt all guilty about this. It would take several times to get him to stop apologizing and realize that you weren’t going anywhere.

-He didn’t know quite how to assist you on your dizziness, but he wanted you to be comfortable. That might just mean sitting with you as your curled in a blanket, but that’s enough for you.

-Moreau might also play a white noise movie to help you sleep if you were getting headaches from it.

-He would also try to stick around you in case you were to faint. He might not always catch you, but it’s the thought that counts.

-Sometimes he even skips Lord’s meetings because he’s so worried for you. Once he’s fixated on something, it sticks in his head. You might be the only who he favors over Mother Miranda.

Karl Heisenberg

-Heisenberg thought you were being a little drama queen at first. He didn’t really take it seriously until you hurt yourself. That’s when he decided to suck up his pride and apologize.

-He’s not used to taking care of people but tries his best to patch you up if you faint and hurt yourself. Also, tries to be there to catch you.

-You have to explain to him that you get dizzy easily and tend to faint, otherwise Heisenberg will think you aren’t right in the head. This also leads you to tell him that his factory makes you dizzy quite easily.

-On that note, he tries to get you outside and into the fresh air in order to clear your head. He’s your protector.

-Can’t help but tease you once in a while. He cares for you and doesn’t want you to get hurt, but c’mon, it’s Heisenberg here.

-Heisenberg might “safe proof” his factory. Catch him leaving piles of pillows and blankets around dangerous places in case you faint so you will land in something soft instead of the hard ground.

-Tries to understand how you are feeling but fails miserably. Might ask Donna if there was anything else he could do to help you.

-Also, like Dimitrescu, he might carry you around to ensure that you won’t faint and hurt yourself. While he acts all gruff, Heisenberg does care deeply for your well-being.

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

You Make Me Feel So Young Part II (An Older!Reader x Alcina Fanfic)

Part I Part III

“And...there!”

You smile as Alcina finishes applying the last of your lipstick. She kneels on the floor next to the vanity seat, her skirts billowing out at her feet. Taking her handkerchief, she gently blots the excess lipstick off your lips, a serene smile on her beautiful face.

When you had found your tremors to be too much to apply makeup, Alcina had gladly taken up the responsibility of doing your makeup every day. You could tell she actually rather enjoyed it, patting your face gently with powder and ever so tenderly brushing blush on your cheekbones with the pad of her finger. It was a new degree of intimacy the two of you enjoyed.

She takes your chin in her hand, inspecting her handiwork, and she says what she always says after having finished applying your makeup:

“Beautiful. Simply exquisite.”

You smile self-deprecatingly at her. “Old,” you correct her.

Alcina chuckles. “I don’t see how the two have to be mutually exclusive, dearest,” she says, moving a lock of thin gray hair behind your ear. “You’re still as beautiful as you were when I first saw you at the cabaret.”

You say nothing, but kiss the open palm of her hand before moving to stand up.

“Not yet!” Alcina says, gently moving you back down to your seat. She opens a drawer and pulls out a necklace with a thin gold chain, ending in the Dimitrescu family crest. She had given it to you a year into your courting and that was the day you realized you wanted to spend the rest of your days with this woman.

She fastens the clasp around the nape of your neck. You turn to see your reflection in the mirror, the ruby at the necklace’s center winking at the hollow of your throat.

Alcina kisses your shoulder before holding out her hand to you. “Well, shall we go down to breakfast then?”

“Yes,” you answer, taking her proffered hand. She guides you to the door and you take your cane that leans against the doorway. Alcina reaches past you as she bends and opens the door of the bedroom out into the hallway.

Before you can take a step, you see a flash of red and something barrels into you, knocking you off balance. Alcina holds out a hand to steady you before you can fall, however. You look down at auburn hair and smile as you see that your youngest daughter has seen to it that she’s the first to greet you.

Alcina is not amused, however. “Daniela Sophia!” she snaps. “You have to be more careful. You could have made her fall!”

Daniela sticks out her lower lip in a pout very reminiscent of her mother’s. “But she didn’t and I would have caught her if she did.” Her pout vanishes like a clean slate and a big grin crosses her face. “Happy Anniversary, Maman!” She looks furtively around the corridor before turning back to you. “I am the first of us to tell you Happy Anniversary, right?”

You chuckle and give her a kiss on the cheek. “That you are, dearest. Now about helping me downstairs to breakfast, hmm?”

“Sure thing!” she chirps as she takes you gently by the arm, but not before giving her Mother a peck on the cheek and wishing her a happy anniversary as well.

Over the years, your gait had wound down somewhat and Alcina slowed her long strides so she could keep up with you as Daniela led you to the grand staircase. You could tell your youngest was rather excited. She would normally be bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet but she was holding herself back so she wouldn’t upset your balance again.

When going up and down stairs had proven too difficult, Alcina had outfitted the grand staircase with a stair lift that Heisenberg had made himself. Donna had handsewn the cushions as well with a lovely design of roses and vines wrapping around the velvet back of the chair. Alcina gently guides you into your seat, her large hand on your back to balance you. You settle in the chair, kiss the back of Alcina’s hand and begin your descent.

As you glide down the staircase, Daniela is practically skipping down the staircase. Alcina raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at her youngest. “And what is the cause of this exuberance this morning?” Alcina asks. “You’ve nothing extravagant planned, have you? Remember, Maman told you she wanted a nice, quiet breakfast with her family.”

Daniela makes a face. “Don’t be such a party pooper, Mother. It’s nothing extravagant, but we do have a surprise for you!”

Alcina rolls her eyes as your chair stops at the end of the staircase. She helps you up and casts your youngest a suspicious look. “You know I hate surprises, Daniela. Will you just tell us?”

Daniela happily ignores her Mother and opens the door to the dining room. And you can’t help it. You let out a gasp.

Not only are Moreau, Donna, and Heisenberg there in attendance along with your other daughters, the whole room has been transformed into a wedding reception. Bela smiles and hands you and Alcina each a bridal bouquet. You lean your head down into the flowers and inhale deeply. The chrysanthemums smell just as rich as they did 50 years ago. Donna smiles shyly as she wraps matching hydrangea corsages to you and your wife’s wrists. The dining room table is draped with a burgundy tablecloth with a gold runner, your wedding colors. Moreau has just finished blowing up the last balloon and he lets it float up to the ceiling.

Heisenberg turns from hanging up a banner that reads “Happy Anniversary” in gold letters and whistles through his teeth. “Damn. 50 years, huh? Honestly? The fact that you could stand that super-sized bitch for more than 50 seconds is a feat in and of itself!”

“Heisenberg,” Alcina growls deep within her throat.

You laugh. “Relax, my love,” you soothe, patting her hand. “He’s only teasing.”

“That’s right, Alcina, I’m only teasing.” Heisenberg shakes his head. “Sheesh, you would think after 50 years, you would have taught your wife a sense of humor already.”

You give him a wink. “Still a work in progress!”

Heisenberg grins and pulls out your chair for you. “Here, honey, let’s get you settled in.”

You sit in the chair he’s pulled out for you and Alcina sits in the chair next to you. You take her hand and run circles around the inside of her wrist with your thumb.

Maids come out of the kitchen with covered plates and set them down in front of each guest. You can already feel your mouth water as you smell the ciorba de legume. It seems that the Duke had also seen to it to recreate your wedding feast.

Daniela is now freely jumping up and down with excitement. “Well? What do you think? Were you surprised? Do you like it? It was my idea, of course!”

You feel your eyes start to mist over. “I don’t know quite what to say, dearest. Thank you.”

“Yes, this is very touching,” Cassandra drawls. “Can we eat now? I’m starving.” Her face eventually softens and she gives you and Alcina a kiss on the cheek. “Happy Anniversary, Mother, Maman.”

After uncovering the soup dish, you take the spoon and find that the contents start to spill as you feel your tremor start to act up again. Alcina gently takes the spoon from you and starts to feed you. In between spoonfuls of the soup, she says, “I know this was all rather unexpected. But would you have the energy to go on a carriage ride with me later? Just the two of us.”

You grin. “I’d love that, darling. May I ask what our destination would be?”

Alcina gives you a conspiratorial wink. “Well, if I told you that would rather ruin the surprise, now wouldn’t it?”

You bat her playfully on the arm. “I thought you hated surprises?” you tease.

Alcina’s eyes glitter mischievously. “Not when I’m the one giving them!” She tenderly moves your hair back so it doesn’t get into the soup. “So do I take that as a yes?”

You nod and kiss her knuckles. “Yes. For you, always yes.”

[weatheredleatherhat]

Have a Karl request in mind. Reader’s Karl’s ex and first love, who returns to the village yesrs after leaving. They broke up cause Karl was too busy with work to give the reader the love they needed, so the reader left. Karl’s still hung up on the reader, even years after the breakup and wants to fix things but is scared of being rejected. Now, Karl’s his usual self until he’s told his ex is back in town, getting nervous and quiet. He fixes himself up in case he were to bump into the Reader at any point. He practices his apologies in the empty church, and it gets the Lords tired of his moping. They make a plan to have the unsuspecting reader to go to the church while Karl’s alone, but Karl stops talking after hearing the reader’s voice. He relives all their moments in the relationship, and ends up having a breakdown before he can even apologize. They talk, being fully honest with each other and they give things a second try.

((Hey anon! This one is so sweet and pure aaaa <3 So I changed it a little, since in my head, ain’t nobody leaving that damn village, so instead they went to the most opposite side of the border to work there, as well as the Lords probably not giving too much of a shit about Heis to want him happy. Gives it that little extra angst because so close, yet so far while being utterly alone with it, y’know? Anyway, first bit of writing for a little while; hope it’s okay for you!! And thank you for being so damn patient! Y’all deserve a medal lmao <3))

Three winters since his Buttercup left a note on his pillow, declaring that they were leaving him. From what little he read, they’d cited his constant work and the neglect from his end to the relationship to be a deciding factor. Though he’d only read it once, he could still see the last sentence so clearly.

I’m sorry, but I have to do this. Please don’t come looking for me.

Of course, he’d ignored it, and had found them working at Otto’s saw mill on the opposite side of the village. At first, he was going to confront them. Beg for forgiveness, plead for their return. Fuck, he’d carry them back kicking and screaming if it came to it. But seeing how broken they looked as they carried lumber to the piles just outside, knowing that he’d caused that shattered look in their eyes… He couldn’t face them. For all his bravado and arrogance, underneath it all he felt like a lost little boy again, desperate for love and approval that he knew he’d probably never get. He’d fucked up, and no matter how much he tried to fix it, it’d never be the same again. Like a shattered mirror glued back together; cracks still visible and reflecting his failures back at him.

And so he’d left them to their new life. With no idea if he’d ever see them again.

He’d remembered the day he last saw them three winters ago like it was yesterday. It was all that he could think about, since the anniversary of it was only a few years ago. Normally, he would be in his living quarters back at the factory, chain smoking cigars and drinking himself into the closest to a stupor that he could get. But no, Miranda just had to have another fucking meeting about some bullshit he didn’t even care about.

“Honestly, I don’t see what the issue is.” Alcina’s voice was normally grating, but right now it was nigh on insufferable. It took biting down hard on the end of his cigar to keep from telling her to stick her opinions right up her fat ass. As he looked over towards her seat, he could see the sneer that pulled her lip upwards, eyes narrowed, directed right towards him. A look of pure frustration, and it made him a little smug to know he’d caused it.

“What issue?” he drawled, stoking the flames of her ire even further once he admitted that he wasn’t even paying attention to her.

“About increasing the security around the perimeter of your factory, you damned idiot!” she fired back, now sitting forward in her seat and pointing the lit end of her cigarette holder at him. “If you remember correctly, it was about this time a few years ago your little pet escaped, was it not?”

Flames of rage ignited in his chest at the mention of his lost love. Alcina had found out one way or another, probably from one of her little snitching maids. But ever since she had caught wind of it, occasionally when she needed the upper hand in an argument, the fact that he’d been dumped would be thrown back in his face. At first, he was petrified that Miranda would ask questions. But being the favourite son had it’s perks, though he was loathed to admit it. Truth was, he could have a fucking harem of villagers in his factory and she wouldn’t give much of a shit, as long as research still got done. One villager wasn’t much of a concern to her. But still, he worried for their safety. Yet another reason why he hadn’t talked to them for so long. As long as he acted like it was a fling, that joke of a ‘mother’ would probably keep her beaked nose out of his affairs.

“Watch your fucking tongue,” he snarled in a low tone, teeth exposed behind thin lips as the metalwork in the abandoned church began to vibrate. “Best not speak about affairs you don’t know about, dear sister. Before your own dirty laundry gets aired.”

He’d spoken the word ‘sister’ with as much derision as he could muster. Of course he knew about her dirty little secrets. He’d had her castle bugged years ago to get it. But he wanted to keep the cards he had close for now. Just the threat was usually enough to get her off his ass. And for now, it seemed to work. Though she tried to hide it, a quick flash of anxiety shot through her features, though she covered it up well. Yeah, worked like a charm.

Alcina tried to speak, though it was Miranda who cut her off.

“Enough, my children,” came her voice from his right, silencing Alcina’s tongue before she could utter a single syllable. “Heisenberg, I want you to check your fences as soon as you can. I don’t want to hear of an escape. Is that understood?”

Though she had a calmness to her voice, almost a motherly tone when she spoke to him, he could see right through it. And the fact that he had to stomach her bullshit and pretend to drink the Kool-Aid still made his stomach turn. Tipping his hat towards her, he bowed his head in a sign of respect that he fought to feign.

“Yes, Mother Miranda,” he answered, keeping his voice neutral. God, how he hated her.

“Then it’s settled. Unless there is no other business, I call this meeting adjourned.”

With a flurry of black feathers, her figure disappeared, leaving nothing in her wake but the wails of Moreau as he mourned the loss of his Mother for another month. Crushing the remnant of his cigar under his heel, he lit another one as he waited for his false siblings and lycans alike to disappear, leaving him alone in the silence and the closest to serenity he could find in his surroundings of the church. The way that the snowfalls came in through the hole in the roof, leaving a small mound by the steps of the altar. How quiet it was, when usually he was constantly surrounded by the grindings of machinery. It was the only place that he could truly let himself think about things other than work and the charade of pretending to be the perfect, submissive son.

Where he could think of his Buttercup.

What would he even say to them? It had been too long to try and talk to them, surely. Maybe they thought that he just didn’t care. By God, he wish he didn’t care. How much heartbreak he could save, if it was only a one night stand. Perhaps then, he could stop his hand trying to feel for them on their side of the bed when he was half asleep. Perhaps then, he could finally throw away their things that were still in the same place as the day they left, just in case they’d come back and need them. Perhaps then, he would stop feeling the urge to break down whenever he thought of their smile, and how it would take over their whole face in a glow whenever they were happy.

What would he even say?

“I’m so sorry, Buttercup.” He didn’t realise he’d said it aloud at first. It shocked him into silence for a few moments. But he realised that there was a sort of power, releasing all he held in. Maybe the liquor from his flask was getting to him, but he didn’t care. He needed more release. He needed to say the words.

“I should have come looking for you again.”

There it was. More feelings of a slight content, that he ached to have more of. A slight knocking sound pulled him straight out of the trance-like state he was in, making him focus on whatever it was. It sounded like something metallic being nudged by a foot, once he thought for a second about it, and feeling out with his powers yielded the faint electrical pulse of heartbeat, growing faster and faster as he stood up to look towards the intrusion. Though he couldn’t control humans, he could certainly sense them. And he could control his hammer, which he called into his grasp and held above his head, ready to smite whoever dared come into this church.

“I can hear you,” he called out, making sure to drip venom in his voice as he said it. “Show yourself.”

He could only make out a figure in the shadows, at first. Smaller than him, and quivering. The form took a few tentative steps into the light, causing all thoughts he had to come to a jarring halt once he saw the eyes that were all too familiar come into view.

The eyes that he dreamed about. The eyes he yearned for, now brimming with tears and so full of hurt.

He heard his name being called. Not his surname, like was so used to hearing. But his first name. Karl. The name that was only ever uttered by one person alive, and the person that his heart ached to hear speak again. Hammer dropped to the floor, he took in the sight of his Buttercup, now they were clear in the candlelight. Their clothes were more tattered than he had previously seen, probably thanks to hard work at the mill. They were looking a little more gaunt and pallid than the last time he’d seen them; the same complexion as other villagers. Nothing a few good meals and some love and care couldn’t fix.

The next sound that rang in his ears was the loud crash of his hammer as it dropped from his grasp, smashing the floor upon impact. He tried to speak, to say how sorry he was, but so many memories flashed before his eyes, rendering him unable to say the words. When he would pick them up and spin them around when they were least expecting him to, causing them to erupt into giggles that was like a balm to his broken heart. Slow dancing with them in the kitchen as they waited for dinner to cook, him quietly crooning the words into their ear. The little blush that would spread across their nose and cheeks in the cold weather on their walks, holding hands so he could catch them when they inevitably slipped on the eyes. Inconsequential fragments of time that culminated into a storybook of adoration and hope for the future.

Fragments of time that finally burst the dam of indifference that he’d so strongly built around his heart to keep in the strong emotions of regret and grief.

His Buttercup rushed towards him, throwing their arms around his neck and holding on tight as he felt their thumb brush against the nap of his neck; a soothing motion that God, he’d missed so much. His arms coiled around them, holding them in a crushing embrace due to the fear that none of this was actually real. That they’d disappear in a cloud of black smoke. But no, they still smelled just like he remembered, underneath the scent of sawdust and hearth smoke. They still had a familiar warmth, and they still fit perfectly in his embrace.

“Did you mean it?” they asked in a whisper, right by his ear.

“Mean what?” was his reply, punctuated with kisses to their temple as he filled his lungs with their scent.

“That you were sorry… That you wanted to come looking for me.”

He couldn’t help his small laugh as he held them that little bit tighter, resting his forehead on the crown of their head. “Buttercup, I meant every word. I’d come looking for you at the ends of the Earth if I needed to.” His voice cracked as he spoke, and he tried to clear his throat as he forced away his tears.

The comforting silence eventually broke as they hiccupped a sob into his chest. “I’m sorry too. For leaving. I… I couldn’t…”

He shushed them gently, lifting his head and bringing a hand under their chin to tilt their head back to look at him. He smiled softly at them over his shades, a gloved thumb running under their eye to sweep away the tears. “None of that,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of their nose. “Time for that later. Let me bring you home, okay? I can get you a hot meal and a bath. We can talk later.”

A small laugh escaped their lips, and the smile that he yearned to see took over their features. “You saying I stink?” they asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, eyes shimmering.

“Only a little,” he chuckled, stroking the backs of his fingers against their cheek. “So what d’ya say? Come home?”

Their features creased with thought for a few seconds, causing his heart to stop beating for that duration. Finally, they nodded, and he could breathe again.

“Sure. I’ll stay for the night.”

That was enough for him. Finally letting them go, he took their hand in his as they started to make their way back to the factory. He knew that hard conversations would have to be held. He’d have to really work at this relationship, to make sure that mistakes that he made wouldn’t happen again. But it was workable. He could fix this.

He needed to.

[movedtodykedvonte]

Specific Father Ethan Au Character Stuff

There is like specific things that the characters do differently in the au or have to become accustomed to and I just thought I’d say some of the important things.

Alcina Dimitrescu

No more human blood for Alcina and her daughters, they can finish off what they have but now it’s just pigs blood or other live stock (Think Angel the vampire)

All the vampire wenches are purged, like the dungeon gals. Alcina is upset because those took time to make

Her castle is updated with tech and security systems. The systems are to insure they aren’t killing people anymore and  the tech is to slowly get her and her daughters used to the outside world

Starts to open up about her resentment of Mother Miranda and starts living a little more wildly (Miranda always told her to stay proper)

Now she wears dresses that come about her ankle and so do the girls (scandalous!!!) 

Donna and Angie

She can keep her garden but she has to put a limit on her hallucinogenic flowers. Like why do you have so many?

No more dolls with knives, Angie is most upset about this.

When they give her tech, she immediately falls in love with fashion blogs and toy review channels. Asks for more fabric to get into modern stuff

Shows her face more and tries to have more identity away from Angie. This is a mutual thing and Angie encourages Donna to be more head strong making friends

Invites a lot of Chris’s agents and task members over for tea parties along with the lords and the winters (so far only Moreau and Ethan/Rose have accepted)

least affected by Mother Miranda’s death and actively mentions that she was a horrible mom (never liked her dolls)

Salvatore Moreau

They start building canals that Moreau can swim through to get around the village and other lords homes. Walking in the cold climate has always been a struggle

When he gets tech, he immediately watches more movies, doesn’t really use it much other wise.

Starts to get a backbone and stand up for himself more. Will not hesitate to throw up on you (gross)

Chris and his crew try their hardest tp get him to a stable condition, because Chris can recognize an unstable umbrella virus any where

Doesn’t talk about Mother Miranda but he is still struggling to accept that she never cared (he went through a lot and he doesn’t want it to have been for nothing)

They fix up the reservoir and honestly Moreau is just happy people are willingly being around him for once.

Karl Heisenberg 

You can keep the lycans sir but be have to confiscate your franken-zombie-robot army

Doesn’t care, kinda happy he can just chill in his factory and no report to that bitch Miranda

He kinda just makes arbitrary death machines for funnies or helps Chris and his guys with renovations

Tries to leave the village often. He still wants to see the world and wishes the task force could get their tests over faster

Is glad Miranda is dead but feels a little hollow in the fact he didn’t get to finish the job like he planned (feels like he didn’t really get payback)

Kinda fucks around with his abilities even more (tries to fly on a sheet of metal, has been seen plummeting out of the sky)

Mia Winters

Technically she is allowed to leave but won’t leave Ethan or Rose behind

Has frequent nightmares of being held captive by Miranda and dreams of what life would be like if she just quit her job

She is aware of the bond of the mold and kinda feels left out seeing as everyone but her and the taskforce members have it. Also feels guilt over wanting what is effectively a dieses they are stuck with

Holds on to Rose more than Ethan, just because he constantly attracts the other lords and she can’t get use to them

Uses cooking to like destress, dives head first into the local cuisine again ( I know it was Miranda but I think it’s funny)

Rarely leaves their house as she is rightfully scared of the lycans (though they are relatively harmless to them... maybe... she should stay inside)

Ethan Winters

So goddamn tired of everything

He can feel and sense the mold and sometimes when he sleeps he slips into the hive mind. This kinda means he knows what the lords looked like before the transformation (the lords don’t necessarily realize it’s not a weird dream)

Pain tolerance is like up to max, he probably sticks his hand in fire to prove a point when Chris tells him to be careful.

Wishes Mia would give the lords a chance, seeing as they are going to be stuck together for a while

Senses the strength of the mold is Rose and is terrified about what that entails

Visits each lord frequently just because, they will come to his house and they will find every way in besides doors.

Just some character specific tidbits. Just getting thoughts out and down in case they become part of something bigger.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Wounded Love (Lady Dimitrescu/F!Reader)

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: M for mature. Blood, more blood, heavy language, seriously lots of blood. Literally the bloodiest/most detailed thing I've written. Genre: Super angst with some fluff to ease the pain. We're talking putting honey in your cup of poison to make it taste better. The ending is split, with both a happy and a sad ending. Warnings: Minor surgery (technically?) while the patient is fully awake (that's the reader, btws), blood loss, graphic depiction of a wound and how said wound is taken care of. Possible trigger for self-harm, as the reader is performing part of the surgery themselves. Also brief mention of cannibalism in the bad ending. This may very well be a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat sort of thing. Notes: While I have more medical knowledge than the average person, due to my Girl Scouts training + having a mother as a nurse, I am in no way shape or form a medical professional, and do not suggest that the methods of treatment used in this fic be taken seriously. If you find yourself seriously injured, do not attempt to replicate anything you read here. Only a portion of this is based on a real-ass incident I went through, the rest is based on a dream, and what I experienced was not what you want to do in an emergency.

{Wounded Love}

This was a mistake. Blood stains your leg, your fingers, and bruises start to form all over your exhausted body. And for what? Why had you, a tiny, fragile human, dared to pass through this damned, lycan-infested forest? Because a woman who didn’t even love you asked you to. Now you were going to die, body certain to get left out in the cold or reduced to a pile of gnawed bones. If you had more strength remaining, you might have slammed your hand into the ground in frustration, or screamed until your lungs burned from something other than frost.

But that wouldn’t get you anywhere. Wouldn’t help you get back to the castle, wouldn’t ease the racing of your heart. So you settle for the only thing that might do any good: One quick motion pulls the scarf from your neck, sending a chill down your spine that you promptly ignore. Even with shaky hands and numb fingers, your experience is enough to let you wrap the cloth around your leg, tying the ends in a knot to secure it. The pressure hurts, just not enough for you to prefer bleeding out. A test step reveals that walking is mildly more difficult now.

“I’m going to haunt her,” you muse, under your breath, tears starting to freeze at the corner of your eyes. Still, you are as quietly determined as ever, and so once more you limp down the path. Every time you put weight on your injured leg it protests harder. If not for the snow and ice covering the ground, you might have quickly searched for a walking stick. “What could be so important about this damn package? Couldn’t Doug or whatever-his-fucking-name-is deliver it? Man can practically teleport, and here I am, watching as blood loss and hypothermia race to see who can kill me first.”

Gods were you angry. Why had this happened so soon after you had settled in? Finally you had been comfortable in Castle Dimitrescu, no longer as frightened of the residents, even finding them… charming, in a way. Then the Lady of house called to you for what she claimed to be a simple errand. You had believed her, even when she explained that you would have to leave the relative safety of her home. What a fool you had been.

“What a fool she must be,” you murmur, “to think me safe here. To think I could outlast wolfmen prowling the village outskirts.” Would she even care if she saw you now? Would she be surprised, disappointed? Would she do something to change your fate? There was no reason for her to do so. It didn’t matter how much you had helped her, how much she claimed to appreciate what you did (heavy lifting, repair of clothing, massages). You were as replaceable as any other Maiden there was. And that, that was what made you have a double-take. It came to you in that moment, a thought so painful that you could not deny it was the truth. “She never thought I would survive.”

Bitterness coats your tongue, like blood in your throat, and your brain demands that you destroy your cargo, the very thing that got you sent here in the first place. You almost do it. Feet stopping, arms shrugging the carrying straps off, bloody hands taking hold of it. Tears fall, just two, and hit the package. At that moment your plan changed. This new idea would be far, far more satisfying… as long as you succeeded.

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Spite was one hell of a drug. Enough of it and you could march your warm corpse right back to the castle, fist banging on the front door with everything you had. The path had been shorter than you thought, thankfully, but it had still taken so much out of you. Now you were leaning against the door, sliding down it, unable to support your own weight. Nothing inside the castle stirred. Were they ignoring you? Was Alcina really going to let you die inches from your “home”? Fuck that, you thought.

“Alcina!” You scream, loud as you can, startling the birds in the distant trees. The word echoes around you and rattles inside your ribs. It’s not enough. “Damn it, I am seconds away from dying, get out here now so I can look you in your fucking eyes!” Something tears a little in your throat, turning the last of your words into a hellish screech, leaving you to gasp and croak in the snow. You go to wipe your tear-filled eyes with your hands, only to remember just how much blood they’re covered in.

Sobs overtake you in just a few moments. You’re blinded by tears, deafened by sorrows, and numb from all the cold. In the aching seconds before you black out, you can only barely make out the silhouette of someone rushing to your side…

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The first thing you feel when you wake up is mind searing pain. You try to jolt upwards, only to find a pair of strong, gloved hands holding you down. Someone shouts something, but you can’t make it out, and you feel another hand gently squeeze one of your own. Pained gasps escape your throat one after the other, but whatever is hurting you doesn’t stop. It takes a full minute for you to adjust enough to make sense of where you are. At last, you understand what’s being said.

“-it’s okay, shhh, please, we’re trying to help,” says none other than Lady Dimitrescu herself. She’s the one holding your hand, doing her best not to hurt you with her grip, trying desperately to calm you down. One the other side of you, Cassandra is positioned to hold you down. There’s a tight-lipped scowl on her face, and her brow is furrowed, but she’s not looking at your face, but rather eying somewhere in the opposite direction. Following her gaze, you find her older sister is sitting near your injured leg, and is undeniably the source of some of your pain. In one hand she holds a bottle of alcohol (notably not the wine her family produces), the other holding a wet cloth to your wound. No wonder it stings so much.

“Shit, shit, stop,” you growl, barely getting the words out. But all anyone does is look at you. Alcina’s mouth opens to speak, only for you to cut her off. “I’ve got medical training, for the love of Mother Miranda let me help! How long have I been unconscious?” This time Bela stops, glancing at her mother for direction. The grip on your torso grows looser, with Cassandra evidently heeding your words, and you take the chance to sit up, careful not to move your leg. At this point you realize that there’s a needle of sorts in your arm, attached to a tube, which trails up into a blood bag. It’s clearly been improvised with equipment from the “wine-making” part of the castle.

“Fifteen minutes at most,” a new voice chimes, from somewhere behind you. “I got that cloth you wanted, mother, but something tells me I’m not done fetching things.” Ah, Daniela Dimitrescu. Was the whole family helping you?... Why? As much as you wanted answers, there wasn’t (currently) time for questions. Not when one glance at your leg tells you that some of your flesh is rapidly decomposing. The wound was made only an hour ago, and already it was getting deadlier than you could even process.

“I need a sharp, clean knife, a needle with thread, a glass of water, and someone needs to put a metal tool, sterilized, on the stove, right now,” you said, finding it easier to talk now that no one was cleansing your wound. Without hesitation Daniela dispersed into a cloud of insects, heading towards the kitchen, while Cassandra stood up and moved towards the stairs.

“Guess I’ll get the needle,” she said, sounding rather unenthusiastic.

“What are you planning?” Alcina asks, more concerned than you had ever heard her before. Attempting to reassure her, you manage a small smile before explaining.

“Got scratched and slobbered on by a lycan. Whatever they have, it’s infectious. If I want to save my leg, or at least have a chance at surviving, I have to take measures to reduce the likelihood of an infection,” you say. Now Alcina is slowly stroking her thumb across your hand, eyes narrowed with concern. There’s a look on her face that you can’t quite parse, something she’s not saying. For now you ignore it and continue going over your plan. “The best thing would be to amputate. The tourniquet might have helped prevent the saliva from getting further into my body- and I do mean might- but I can’t keep it on forever. Problem is… I don’t want to lose it. God, I’m terrified of that, and with what we have in the castle I… I’d be more likely to die of shock than not. So, well, forget that idea.

“I’m just going to remove the wound. By making a bigger wound. It’s crazy, I know, but this will kill me if we do nothing. It will probably kill me if we do. The technical term is some shit like ‘de-bride-ing’?... No, debridement, I think. Except normally the poor fucker getting cut open is asleep for the procedure.” By the time you’re done, Lady Dimitrescu is looking at you with horror. Yeah, you had a feeling she wouldn’t appreciate the idea. “Look, if this is too much… if it’s not worth saving me, if you’d rather give me a quick death, I understand. If I were-”

“Don’t be foolish, dear. You will not die, not as long as something can be done about it,” Alcina replies, quickly, eager to stop hearing you talk about dying. It’s… strange to hear her sound so confident about saving you, even stranger to realize what she called you. As if reading your thoughts, she shifts in her seat, avoiding your gaze for a moment. Shyness didn’t suit her, and you imagined it was more about her finding the right words. When she speaks, she’s looking right at you again. “I have hesitated to tell you the truth, and now I find the world playing a cruel trick on me, trying to take that which I adore. But I don’t want to aggravate your stress right now. Please, think nothing of what I have said.”

Before you could reply, footsteps reached your ears, and soon enough Daniela returns. In one hand she holds a large pitcher of water. In the other? Several knives, of various sizes, one of which you’re pretty sure you’ve seen Cassandra playing with before. As soon as you see her your face lights up, glad to be able to start the procedure.

“Oh thank fuck- or, I mean, thank you, Lady Daniela,” you stutter, reaching out as she offers you the items. Thankfully Bela had already made room on the table at your side, where she had set the bottle of alcohol down. For a moment you had forgotten that she was there. Had she already known about her mother’s feelings? Based on her lack of reaction, you could only assume that she was well aware. “I’m gonna scream, B-T-dubs. Just, uh, cover your ears?” You offer, already holding your chosen knife (big enough to be effective, small enough to offer precision).

“So… you’re going to do this yourself? Didn’t think you had it in you, red. Try not to cut anything important. Wouldn’t want to have to clean that mess up,” Daniela teases. As soon as she’s finished she has to shift into a swarm, as Bela flat out throws a knife at her. For a moment you freeze, watching as Alcina rises to her full height, staring her eldest daughter down. Behind her, Daniela reforms, clearly using her mother as a shield. “I was just trying to relieve the tension, jeez. It’s like you think she’s already dead.”

“Don’t speak another word!” Alcina snaps, sending a frightening stare towards Daniela. You cough, awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Meanwhile Bela is pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers, clearly tired of dealing with her sister’s sense of humor. “No one will speak a word until this is finished, unless my dear needs something, understood?” Both the girls nod at that, neither feeling a need to risk any further ire.

“I’m just going to start working now,” you awkwardly chime, taking a deep breath before leaning in towards your injured leg. On closer inspection you can see a strange, dark residue in the wound. They’re specks, scattered along the length of it, and they seem more common the closer you look to the gash’s center. Gross, you think. Half curious, half checking for legitimate reasons, you bring your other hand to the cut and gently spread both sides apart. It hurts like hell, and you have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming. But sure enough, the residue is practically solid at the deepest point of the wound. “Those lycans really should be on leashes.”

Out of the corner of your eye you can see Daniela exchange looks with Bela, but neither of them disobey their mother (yet). Shaking the thought away, you finally get to the brunt of the task at hand. Your hand moves slowly, reluctant to inflict such damage against its own body. As soon as the tip of the knife touches your skin, you start to doubt your ability to do this. It takes looking at Alcina, seeing the way she watches you with equal parts concern and tenderness, to remind you why you’re doing this. Death just wasn’t something you could accept right now; not after what she had said, what she had implied.

The knife is fantastically sharp. Hardly any pressure is needed before your flesh gives away, cells letting go of their neighbors like it was a casual affair. You start at the left side of your injury, digging down a little, trying to only go as deep as you needed to. Tears formed in your eyes but you quickly blinked them away. As the first of many screams leaves your mouth, you turn and twist the knife, cutting to the right, then up. Like scooping the seeds out of a pumpkin. Fresh blood springs from the wound, starting to fill up the crevice. Quickly you discard the skin you removed by tossing it into the same bowl that Bela had put a bloody towel in earlier.

“Yes,” you shudder through gritted teeth, “this hurts so fucking bad. No, I don’t need someone to take over yet.” At this point neither of the present sisters are looking at you, seeming oddly uncomfortable at the sight of you cut up like this. Hadn’t they done worse to your fellow Maidens?... Whatever, the thought couldn’t last long when you still had work to do.

Next you take a fresh, damp cloth and dab at your injury, ignoring how it throbbed beneath your touch. Then you resumed cutting, forced to press the knife deeper in order to remove the spreading residue. If you had been a scientist, this would have been utterly fascinating to observe. Whatever had been in the lycan’s saliva was slowly eating at your flesh, but not outright dissolving it. No, it simply left the skin where it was, but killed and rapidly broke it down. Yes, it would have been fascinating, if not for the fact that there was a chance you wouldn’t be able to outpace the bacteria.

With this in mind you force yourself to hold in your next scream, hoping to make it easier for you to focus. The knife continued to cut, going lower, setting nerves alight as it did. Your vision starts to blur, and for a few seconds you think you’re going to black out. Someone says something you don’t hear, and then suddenly there’s a hand on top of your own. When your vision clears you see Bela is responsible, her grip keeping you from dropping the knife. She doesn’t let go until you give her a clear nod. Even then, she seems reluctant to let you continue.

Around this time is when Cassandra returns. Her footsteps catch your attention (it’s your understanding that carrying objects is much harder in swarm mode), and you spare her a quick glance before getting back to work. A few moments later she’s placing a set of needles and a long spool of thread next to you. Ironically, they’re the same tools that you’ve used to repair and adjust Alcina’s dresses over the past year. Hopefully they work just as well on flesh, you think. Your next thoughts are canceled out by unbelievable pain. More cries leave your lips, and your hand starts shaking. Panic is settling in fast, your movements getting sharper, leading you to make a brash decision: Time to care less about precision and more about speed.

“Distract me, please,” you gasp between grunts. No one responds at first, and you know they need clarification. Speaking is getting harder by the second, but you do your best. “Brain can’t process many stimulants, same time. Just- fuck- trace skin around wound, touch hair, anything.” Somewhere between your semi-broken sentences and screams, Alcina gets the message. She’s moving closer, now, behind you, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other rubbing gentle circles on your undamaged leg. Across from you Daniela is too busy pacing to help, though you can hardly blame her.

“Should I get the metal thing from the stove?” Cassandra asks, silently hoping that Dani hadn’t assumed someone else was going to handle that part. You’re still in too much pain to talk, so you half nod half grunt in response. Not bothering to say anything, the middle child takes off, swarm moving at what might be a new speed record.

As much as your hands are shaking, you still manage to cut away another strip of flesh, tossing it aside with even less care than before. This time Bela wipes the wound for you, practically reading your mind. The moment her hands are completely out of the way you start cutting again, crying out, throat shredded to pieces from all your screaming. Alcina sounds like she might be close to sobbing, but she doesn’t stop her movements, doing her best to distract you just like you had asked. Even Bela helps, now, tracing spots around your injury whenever she knows she won’t be in your way. The effect is minor, in the end, hardly making a dent in how much pain you’re processing.

If you survive this, though, you’re hugging every daughter as tight as you can and showering them with affection… but only after you finish doing the same for their mother.

“You are so brave,” Alcina murmurs next to your ear. It’s even clearer now how close she is to crying, her voice seconds away from cracking. Hearing her like this almost hurts as bad as the initial lycan attack did. “You are so strong. No other mortal could ever be your match. Do you understand, my dear? You are blessed, divine, and I love you so much.”

In any other setting, her words would leave you melting in her arms, radiating affection so strongly that you might as well have been radioactive. Instead, you are unable to respond, or even look her way. All you can do is press the knife to your skin again, showing your own feelings by destroying yourself for her.

The blade is starting to find more resistance, and you’re having to pause more often, spots appearing in your vision. Going faster only makes things worse, your hand threatening to slip. You’re determined to finish this, no matter what, but your need to control the situation is gradually making things worse. Alcina notices this before you do, and acts before you have a chance to protest.

“Bela, the knife,” she says, then tightens her grip on your waist. Your confusion shifts to panic as your arm is carefully, but forcefully, pulled away from your wound. “Can you finish the job?” It takes you a few moments to realize that Alcina isn’t talking to you. No, she’s speaking to her eldest daughter, who doesn’t hesitate to take the knife away from you. It’s so easy for her, between her strength and your weakness. “Don’t struggle. Let us finish this.”

Protests rise from your throat and die in your mouth. Pain flares harder now that Bela isn’t distracting you. Once more your vision goes dark, but this time there’s no pause, no hesitation. You are suffering, horribly, and the Dimitrescu family refuses to make you hurt longer than necessary. It’ll be over soon, you think, not knowing whether you refer to your pain or your life itself.

Something wet drops onto the back of your neck, then darkness overtakes you…

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“Damn those lycans, I should string Heisenberg up myself! They’re his responsibility, after all,” Lady Dimitrescu snarls, trying to ignore the tears in her eyes. Now that you’re unconscious, unable to hear what ails her, she feels free to voice her thoughts. “The damn things should never have come close to the path to the village.”

“What if she strayed from the path? Wouldn’t that explain it?” Bela suggests, even as her hands work to remove what seems to be the last piece of dead/infected flesh from your leg. She hates how the words feel in her mouth, hates suggesting that you of all people might have betrayed her mother’s trust. But it makes sense. After all, this whole mess, with you leaving the castle to retrieve a mysterious package, was all a test to see if you would try to run. It hadn’t been her idea, and Bela admitted to herself that she thought it was unnecessary.

“On the way back? Why would she bother getting the package if she intended to run?” Lady Dimitrescu asks, right as Cassandra returns. The middle child is practically juggling the metal spatula she’s carrying, irritated (not harmed) by the heat it produced. One of her brows perks up when she hears the conversation, but she keeps any thoughts she has to herself.

“Just a thought, mother, I didn’t quite believe it myself,” Bela chimes, after a pause. With that said she holds up her hand with pride, clutching between her fingers the last of the decaying flesh. The way the others react, one might have thought that a miracle had been performed. Daniela clapped her hands together, giggling a little, and finally stopped her pacing. “Don’t celebrate too much, now,” Bela reminded her, taking the spatula from Cassandra as she did. “There’s still plenty to do. It’s a good thing she’s not awake for this part.”

A good thing, indeed. She uses her fingers to spread the remaining skin a little, giving a quick examination, then deciding that she had successfully removed all remaining residue. Keeping her fingers where they were, she pressed the side of the spatula to your skin, putting the most pressure at the center of the wound. Three seconds passed, then she lifted her hand. A pause. She pressed it back into place, keeping a close eye on the affected area. This repeated several times, the gaps being necessary to prevent unintentional damage. Once the wound seemed properly closed she set the spatula aside.

“Is that it?... Did we save her?” Daniela asks, opting to finally sit down in a nearby chair. Something about her word choice makes both of her sisters scoff.

“I could sew it closed, as a precaution, but there’s no way I’d do it the way she had intended. It might be best to just give her time to rest, and see what she thinks when she gets back up,” Bela answers. For a moment her words hang in the air, but eventually Alcina gives a little nod and a hum.

“Very well. I shall carry her to my quarters, where she won’t be disturbed. Please, let one of the Maidens know to bring some food up this evening,” Alcina says, gently taking you into her arms as she does…

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BAD ENDING: It’s been six hours, with no sign of you waking up. Your other wounds had been examined, cleaned, and bandaged. Food had been carefully prepared and brought up to you, though it now remained on the bedside table, untouched. Alcina has gone to call Mother Miranda, intending to speak to her about the growing unrest of the lycans, as Heisenberg hadn’t answered his phone. For the first time since you returned you are alone. It is now, of all times, that you awaken. A gasp sends you into a coughing spree, forcing you into a sitting position. The space around you feels like it's moving, and your vision blurs. Blood spills from your mouth as you finally regain the ability to breathe.

Seconds later your vision clears, but what you see is enough to make you wish you couldn’t. The blood that spilled onto the sheets is a dark red… with even darker spots scattered throughout it. All at once you know what happened: Residue had hidden from you, or gone deeper than your wound, infecting you before you ever stood a chance. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but something deeper starts calling to you. Something older. Darker. It drags you to your feet, ignores the pain of your wounds, and sends you out the bedroom door.

Your mind is racing, thoughts never quite clear enough for you to understand. It doesn’t feel like you’re in control of your own movements. Was something else in charge, or were you operating on an infection powered autopilot? Answers weren’t coming, just bloodshed.

“You’re not supposed to be out of bed yet!” A voice calls out to you, making you turn to investigate. On the other end of the hallway is a maiden, one you instantly recognize. You’ve worked with her before, plenty of times, tag-teaming more tasks than you could count. She was like a sister to you. When she sees the blood staining your clothes, she gasps, then moves to support you. “Please, Lady Dimitrescu will be so upset if you-” her words melt into a blood curdling scream. For a moment you don’t understand.

And then you swallow, a chunk of hot meat slipping down your throat, and the scream dies down.

“What?...” You whisper, finally tasting the blood in your mouth, watching as your friend’s body falls to the floor. There’s a chunk of flesh missing from her neck, and the dots connect themselves in your head. You did that. Every part of you wants to scream, wants to cry out and beg someone to come kill you. Instead you fall to your knees, hard, uncaring. Your hands move themselves, grasping at the still warm corpse. Something has made you stronger, or at the very least removed the mental limits that kept you from destroying yourself. Flesh gives under your touch, tearing like paper, and you start crying as it reaches your mouth.

Footsteps approach, thundering fast, and you want to warn whoever it is. When you turn to look, you feel your hands let go of your meal. Your gaze meets that of a stunned Cassandra Dimitrescu, then drifts to the sickle in her hand.

“Kill me,” you growl, voice distorted, practically echoing. “Kill me now!” Not needing to be told a third time, Cassandra moves lightning quick, swarm-jumping forward before manifesting behind you, sickle dragging across your throat in one smooth motion. But it’s not enough. She realizes this, though, and slams her foot into your back, sending you tumbling forward. It’s enough to prevent you from countering, which gives her time to advance again, this time pulling a knife from her boot and driving it into the center of your back. When you scream, it’s not with your own voice, but that of a monster.

“Fucking fuck, what the fuck, red?” Daniella asks as she rounds the corner, eyes immediately landing on your bloodsoaked mouth. She’s quick to take in the scene, drawing a conclusion easily, even if it breaks her heart a little. Your vision fades as she approaches, and you know that it’s finally over. If only you had expired a few seconds earlier… because the last thing you hear is the startled cry of your would-be lover.

“No! No, darling, what happened-” Alcina finishes her sentence, but you do not hear it. You do not hear anything, anymore. You do not know it… but there will be hell to pay for your death.

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GOOD ENDING: When you awake, you find yourself in the softest sheets you’ve ever touched, a warm and familiar presence next to you. The first thing you see is Alcina’s sleeping face next to your own. She’s on her side, one arm around your waist, the covers pulled up to her hip. Warmth fills your chest as you take in the sight. For a few moments you just… appreciate this. Never before had you imagined that you would get to wake up next to the woman you loved so much. A sigh, one of bliss, leaves your lips. Slowly you move forward, gently placing a kiss to Alcina’s cheek. Seconds later her eyelids flutter open, and she tiredly takes you in.

“You’re… awake,” she murmurs, hardly awake herself. But her fatigue doesn’t last long. As soon as she’s fully processed the situation her eyes go wide. Then she’s pulling you closer, careful not to hurt you, and peppering little kisses over your face. “I’ve been so worried, dear. You scared us so much.” The hurt in her voice leaves you restless, making you curl up against her, desperate to soothe her worries. Moving hurts a little, but not enough to dissuade you from your goal.

“I’m sorry, love,” you say, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m okay, I’m alive, the plan worked out. You don’t have to fret for me anymore. I won’t leave you, I promise.” Slowly but surely, Alcina calms, exchanging kisses for softly running her fingers through your hair. There’s such love in her eyes that you can hardly believe you aren’t dreaming. “You’re amazing, Alcina. I could stay like this all day.”

“Maybe we should,” she offers, chuckling a little. Once again you give her a quick kiss, unable to resist the urge. “I should have never asked you to leave. I should have just trusted you.” The words give you pause, and you tilt your head in confusion. Realizing that you still didn’t know the full story, Alcina frowns. “The package is worthless, just a bundle of straw and a few rocks for weight. It was never what I cared about.”

Tension builds in your chest, and for a few seconds you have no idea how to react. It takes a minute for you to think, to connect the dots, but once you do it’s a tad bit easier to breathe. A scowl twists your lips as you think of what to say.

“If I had known that Heisenberg was forgoing his duties, I never would have sent you outside,” Alcina adds, the silence taking its toll on her.

“You shouldn’t have sent me either way,” you respond, bitterly, thinking of all that you had seen and heard on your journey. “I would have done anything to prove to you how I feel. There are other ways to show devotion- far less dangerous ways, at that.”

“I know, dear. You have every right to be angry… and watching you suffer has taught me all that I need to know,” Alcina says, still playing with your hair, trying to ease the tension. As upset as you about this recent revelation… it’s not enough to change how you feel about her, and you want her to understand that, fully and completely.

So you lean into her touch, let your eyes drift close for a moment, then softly place one of your arms around her as best as you can.

“We’ll need to talk about this more… just not right now. Right now, I need you, Alcina. I need to hold you, and be held by you, and just know that you’re here. That I’m here. That neither of us are going anywhere,” you say, resting your forehead against hers. “I need to feel safe, and your arms are the safest place I can imagine. Stay here with me?”

“It will be the easiest thing I have ever done.”

[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

[cryst4lwitch]

HC for the Lords?!?! Let's go!!!

How would Alcina go about dealing with a maid that wishes to pleasure her instead of Alcina being the top? The maid is very kind and Alcina has had her as a personal maid for a few years now, but she has never had a maid demand to worship her body!

oooh I love this one! the maid wanting to worship her as she should!!

if you see any error no you didn't

NSFW

ok so first of all, she has to trust you very deeply to let you take the control, she's not very comfortable letting someone take the reins in general, let alone in bedroom

but then she met you, you were one of the new maids of the castle and when she saw you that first day she immediately took an interest in you, she didn't know why but you had something special

So as the months went by, she made you her personal maid and made sure to show her interest in you, soon she began to care about you too

your nights with her were the most wonderful thing you had ever experienced in your life, the way she makes you feel, the way she touched you and made you squirm and gasp, her hands on your body, her mouth...

you've been 'together' for 3 years now and although she made you happy and pleased you perfectly, you wanted more, you wanted to make her feel the same way she makes you feel, you wanted to do to her what she did to you. You wanted to please her the way she deserved, she was a goddess and she must be worshiped

So one day you gather up the courage to talk to her about it. She is a bit hesitant about it, she has never had someone so interested in pleasing her in that way. Of course, on occasions, some of the maids she had slept with had offered to return her favor, but they offered it more as if it were a duty than if they really wanted to do it.

so alcina has never let anyone take the control before.

You assure her that it is okay if she doesn't want to do it, but maybe one day you would like to show her how much you appreciate her

you talk a lot about it and she promises she will think about it, so you don't bring it up again for a few weeks so as not to pressure her

but one night you are lying next to her catching your breath after your usual activities and you decide to try and bring it up again

and surprisingly she says yes.

she tries to hide how nervous she is when you sit on her stomach and start kissing her but you know she's tense, you can feel it

you stop and remind her that you can stop at any time if she is not comfortable, you ask her if she is sure when she ask you to continue and then you assure her that she can trust you

so you kiss her lips again, the kiss becomes harsher and more passionate and she begins to relax. You start kissing her jaw, her neck, you suck the skin between your lips and bite while listening to her pleased noises

the way she gasps under you

Your kisses and tongue trace a slow and tortuous path down her clavicles and shoulders, making sure to adore every piece of skin. Then you start to go down her chest and oh her breasts. You knead them in your hands and kiss every inch of them, she now moans softly as you make sure to provide due attention to each one.

you make sure to praise her all the way

each time you go down more and more and her noises are growing louder as she becomes more and more restless, your lips trace her stomach, her hips her thighs, you suck and bite the skin seeing the bruises and love bites disappear instantly.

you make sure to kiss her legs to the tips of her toes. You pay special attention to her inner thighs and you can feel that she is shaking

and then she puts her hand on your head and lightly pulls your hair and says your name

"stop teasing me"

and finally you give her what she wants and oh her taste, her scent intoxicates you, you can't get enough, your tongue makes sure to make her squirm, your hands squeeze her thighs and massage her hips rippling against the bed and your mouth. Her moans are accompanied with growls when your mouth sticks to a particularly good spot

this goddess, this amazing and powerful woman is shaking thanks to you, turned into a trembling mess under your mouth and hands

and you enjoy every minute

When you make her come, her entire body shakes as she pushes against your mouth, squeezing you between her thighs and pulling your hair. Her screams and cries of pleasure are partially drowned out by her thighs in your ears but you can still hear her say your name over and over again until her orgasm starts to fade

You kiss her thighs and then your way up her body to her mouth, where you leave a soft kiss on her lips and lie down beside her, running your fingers through her sweaty hair

"it was good?" you ask after a while

she just brings you close to her chest and kisses your forehead