#lady dimitrecu x reader

[marsthebabie]

Slipping

Lady dimitrecu x reader

Being a little and a maiden at Castle Dimitrescu is challenging. Especially when there is yelling involved. But I have managed to keep my little space a secret since I first arrived at the large castle. I managed to keep my little space under control until the night when I don't have to work. It's really difficult to keep it under control when I get yelled at or at another Maiden. I was scrubbing the floors when I heard my lady yelling at Adella. I felt myself slip. Oh no. I tried my best to keep it but it happened anyway. Adella ran out of the lady's room and past me. I was to busy playing with the soap bubbles on the floor to notice someone watching me.

I babbled and giggled blowing the bubbles from my hand. That's when I notice my lady. "I-I sowwy miss" I say quietly.  She just smiles and walks over to me. "Hey there little one. How about Adella can finish the floors while we have a chat" She says. "Y-yes my lady" I say. She picks me up and I squeal a little. She carries me into her bedroom chambers. "Chu has vewy pwetty hair Alci" I giggle playing with her hair. She chuckles and sets me on her bed. "So tell me little cutie, How long have you been little" She asks. "Dis many" I say putting up seven fingers. She smiles. "So you've been hiding it all this time and i haven't noticed"She asks. I nod. She was about to say something when Daniela appeared in the room. I hide behind my lady while holding her hand. She chuckles at my shyness. "What's up with Y/N, mother" Dani asks. "Well Daniela she's a little" She tells Dani. "Oh really? Well hello there little one" She says. I giggle softly. "Oh mother, a man-thing is in the basement and is ready" She says and My lady nods. 

My lady turns to me and bends down. "How would you like to be my little and I you're mommy" she asks. "Will Dani be my sissy's too" I ask her. She chuckles and nods. "If that's what you want sweetheart" she says and I giggle. "This is so exciting! I'll go tell Cass and Bela" Dani says before leaving. My new mommy sits back down on the bed. "Mommy cans I sits on chu lap" I ask her. She nods and picks me up and sets me on her lap. I giggle with excitement. "Tank chu for bes my mommies" I say. "you're welcome little one" she says chuckling.

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"Alcina," You said, "You're driving yourself to tears over nothing."

She sat next to you on the couch, her legs crossed and leaning on her palm.

You dabbed away at her cheeks, and she glared half heartedly at you. "It isnt nothing," she grumbled, fresh tears filling her eyes, "I'm becoming obsolete."

"I'm sorry, I spoke poorly," you said, "You aren't becoming obsolete."

Her lip quivered, "She thinks I'm useless."

You reached out and gently rubbed her shoulder. "She does not, don't torture yourself with those thoughts."

"Yet it is an irrefutable fact that its true."

"It isnt, my moonlight."

"Why else would she choose that idiot Heisenberg instead of—"

Alcina covered her eyes, taking in a deeper breath than she usually would. You rubbed her shoulder and back slowly, and you timed it to match up with every inhale and exhale.

You kissed the back of her neck when she had calmed a little more. "I'm here for as long as you need me."

She nodded slowly and then with more vigour. You kissed her cheek and held her close to your chest when she leaned into you.

[carters-coffee]

Hey lovelies! I decided to have a short Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader imagine replace the weekly headcanons this Friday, I've put it in my queue BUT if you want "early access" lol its already up on ao3 :)

Thanks to @vadeofspades for beta reading it!

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

okay but like i'm browsing through new songs to listen to and i listened to conan gray's new song "yours" and the lyrics hit so hard so i was wondering if you can write a fic based off on that song if you're up for it?? thank u <333

𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ~ 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Everyone makes falling in love seem as though it is the answer to the world's greatest problems, that it can overcome even the greatest of odds. And yet here you are with a love that burns you from the inside out, yet those honeyed eyes drag you further into their trap despite all else.

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader, with a very quick appearance from the daughters.

Warnings: Heavy angst! Unrequited feelings and canon-typical violence and death. Please tread carefully if you could be affected by these topics!

Author's Note: Finally I'm finishing this request. I'm so sorry for the anon who requested it, I swear I started it the day of, but life escaped me. But here it finally is! As someone who is a fan of Conan Gray, this was a pleasure to write. What's your favourite song from his new album? I would love to know~ Other than that, happy reading everyone!

There was an allure to things you knew you could never have. An inexplicable yearning for something that is so far out of reach, and yet your heart calls out for it all the same. It pulls you close and stretches you thin, a whisper of possibility just inches from your fingertips. And what more out of reach was a Countess? A Lord of a village who carried the ethereality and power of a divine being, who with a single step makes known her confidence and strength, yet still had the grace and fluidity of someone who was raised in nobility.

She was nothing like you, a mere mortal snatched away from their home as payment for the right to survive in the village, not live, survive. What a hefty price to pay in return for such a feeble thing, yet surviving was the first step to living, was it not? So your parents paid the price happily, clinging to the selfishness of protecting their own lives in return for their child’s. One child for a generation of protection from the horrors of their home, not accounting for famine and sickness that could kill them off otherwise; it was a small price indeed.

It hurt you to know your parents had given you up so easily, but it hurt you even more to know that this had always been your fate. The cost of being the eldest child in the Village of Shadows. Perhaps had you not been so sheltered would you have accepted your fate far earlier than the moment you were shoved into a carriage and off to the castle. Perhaps had you been a bit braver would you have crept away as their backs were turned the evening they told you that you were to be sent away, braving the monsters that roamed in the dark of night. But what was life if not without regrets? So on the eve of your 21st birthday you were hauled off with nothing more than the clothes on your back and a bitter taste lingering in your mouth.

You had heard the rumours of the Castle. It was impossible not to. The horrors and torment followed by trails of deep crimson blood, the cruelty of its Mistress and her daughters not unknown. The mere thought had you shivering in your seat that day. How many young women had you known that all one day disappeared one by one, never to be seen again? And here you were, next in line.

It was a beautiful castle, that you could admit as you first walked through the front doors. Ornate furnishings and richly coloured wood, it was something straight out of a fairytale. Well, if you could ignore the disconcerting stains splattered around the expensive carpets and the screams ringing deep in the depths of the household.

That admiration was short-lived however because not even a second later you had your first encounter with the Dimitrescu daughters. Manifesting out of nowhere your eyes widened in shock momentarily, but you knew better than to let it show. No fear, that was how you’ll survive. So you steeled your expression as they all examined the fresh batch of maids arriving at the castle, cackling as they probed and poked at each of them.

One of the daughters came up to you, the brunette one, and snickered before her sickle was pressed up to your neck. Your eyes widened for a moment before you could stop yourself and she snickered.

“Not so brave now, hm~?” she said with a smirk, eyes sparking with mischief. “Don’t think I know what your play is, little one.” She presses the sickle in more firmly and you can do nothing but hold your breath in fear that one would be your last.

Then, a firm voice rings out in the hall and it's like time stops.

“Enough, Cassandra,” the voice says, and the brunette pulls away. You gasp out a breath as you clutch your chest, eyes darting around like a cornered feral cat.

Then you hear the soft clack of heels on the tiled floor, and all at once nothing but white fills your vision. Large fingers grasp your chin and force your eyes up to meet ochre eyes, sugary gaze that was nothing more than a front for the darkness within.

But you were a fool, not blinking twice and taking her as she was because all at once she was your salvation. A beauty amongst beasts, yet she was the most terrifying one of them all. But you were a fool and didn’t see that at all, only a goddess who deemed you worthy enough of her presence.

Alcina Dimitrescu, Lady of the House and Lord to the Village you had all but left behind. You had caught her attention and life would never be the same.

It was never slow with Alcina Dimitrescu, even from the start she snatched you away in a flurry of saccharine words and well-timed affections because frankly, you were easy to play with. A child who acted as though they were okay, yet craved love and affection all the same deep down. Alcina Dimitrescu knew this, and you fell straight into her syrupy trap.

She took what she wanted without blinking twice, and you could only hope that you could feel the same satisfaction.

Blood, sex, anything she asked you would give, because that was what she expected. Anything less and you would be cast out, and as much as you loathe to admit it, you never wanted that. Because you found some sick satisfaction in pleasing her, you cared for her. Some fucked up form of love had manifested in you, but could you help it? When she acted just so, claiming you her favoured maid as you ignored the fact she brought in other maidens to her chambers all the same. Subtle affections that served enough for pets, not humans. But you ignored that, because even for a short while you held her attention and that was enough.

You gave and you gave as she greedily took it all, but still it was never enough. Because she would never be yours.

Oh, how your heart yearns for what it cannot have, what a cruel fate it was.

Your chest heaved as you greedily took in air, Alcina falling into place next to you on the bed.

“Sweet thing, you have pleased me much today,” she says as she pulls her robe back on and motions for you to do the same, so you did, always wanting to please her. Getting up from the bed you knelt to pick up the clothes haphazardly tossed on the floor and redress. It was always like this, sickly sweet words spoken as you fell back down from your high, and what a high that was. Then you were kicked out like an unloved puppy in the rain. If you had been smarter you would have realized she toyed with you as the chemicals in your brain made your head a blur. With each word she dragged you deeper into her trap, ensnaring you in inescapable vines.

If only, right? And yet you never did. No, you only smiled softly at her, heart beating wildly in your chest as false hope crept its way in. What could kill hope after all? Nothing in this world, or the universe for that matter. And so, as foolishly as a lone lamb in the dark words did you speak your next words.

“I love you, my lady,” you say softly, so soft that no one but her would hear because they had no right to. Hesitantly you meet her gaze and saw that they were widened in surprise before they returned back to her usual gaze like nothing had changed.

For a moment you thought your affections were returned as her lips crept up into a smile before it became too much. It was no soft smile, no, it was too wide to be anything but ominous, eyes gleaming wickedly.

“Awww, foolish thing,” she said with a cruel laugh. “As if someone as pathetic as you could be anything more than a pet I indulge in from time to time. You’re nothing. Replaceable. In fact, why don’t I show you how replaceable you are?”

Your eyes widened in fear as monstrous claws extended from her fingertips, dark as obsidian and wickedly sharp. Everything in your body told you to run, to scream, anything. But instead it was stuck frozen to your spot, as though the world had paused nothing but you.

Step by step she grew closer, dark grin only growing in size as her golden eyes you adored so much glinted devilishly.

“Oh~ Your fear is delightful, little one. Like a lamb eyeing the sharp blade at the slaughter.”

A dance with the devil, that’s what this was. The song was the rapid beat of your heart, the intermingled fear and love running through your veins. And what was a song without an end?

Fear was quickly replaced with sorrow as your eyes filled with tears, how cruel the string of your fate was, leading you to your demise by the one you loved most. You felt the moon looking down on you with pity, with the power to sway even the greatest of oceans she could not change this.

Perhaps in another life would this place be filled with warmth and tenderness, where the look in Alcina’s eyes was one of eternal love, where her heart beats only for you, where she could be yours. But all you knew was that it was not this one.

At least you would die by her hand, see her beautiful face, honeyed eyes, and crimson lips one last time before you succumbed to the void. A little bit of heaven before hell.

Grasping your chin roughly, she forces you to be surrounded by nothing but her. “What a lovely wine we’ll make out of you, darling,” she drawls sarcastically. “Ever so useful even at the very end.”

With a final step her hand swings down, but not before you could whisper your final words out to the universe, to her; “I love you.”

A/N: Hi, this was wild for me to write because I usually don't write angst lol. Although I am quite happy with how it turned out, so I hope you enjoyed reading! As always, I hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are my lovelies~

[rextasywrites]

Hey there. May I request some headcanons about lady d x female reader who grew up extremely poor and was not used to living in a big castle or having maids? thank you so much :)

omg thats gonna be sweet

*) you grew up in the village with a very poor father. your mother died during birth and left you two alone. your father was a peon and on some days he didn’t even bring enough money home to buy a loaf of bread. you went to bed hungry a lot.

*) while your neighbours helped you...there was only so much they could do with their income and slow growing crops

*) that’s when Lady Dimitrescu came in. she noticed you one day on her property when you tried to steal fruits from a tree. she caught you red headed and while you tried to apologize, she just waved it off

*) “Come with me child. You seem like you need a proper meal”, and she wasn’t wrong. your cheeks were fallen in, the circles under your eyes were dark and heavy

*) Lady Dimitrescu led you into the castle, which was warm and big and simply took your breath away. the were fruits just sitting in random baskets, for everyone to take! you quickly put some good apples into your bags

*) the dish Lady Dimitrescu served you was breathtaking. you had never felt that much flavour at once, even if it had a little metallic undertaste, but you didn’t mind that! it had been ways too long since you had a proper warm meal

*) “Listen here, child.”, she started. you weren’t a child, but compared to her age and size... “I have seen you around before and i’d give you an offer. come live with my daughters and me and I will make sure your father will never go to bed hungry again.”

*) oh boy, it seemed tempting...very tempting. “will i get a bed in here?”, you carefully asked, to which lady Dimitrescu clapped her hands together in amusement.

*) “A bed? Child, you will get a whole room with a fireplace for yourself!”

*) aaaand you were sold.

*) Lady Dimitrescu kept her word. Every night she made sure your father would get fruits and various other foods, ranging from meats to bread and sometimes even some pastries which he shared with his good neighbours

*) and you? the Castle was quite comfortable and so HUGE! you had the feeling the castle alone was bigger than the whole village.

*) the three sisters were a bit weary of you first, but you didn’t mind too much. you just came crashing into their lives, you would be weary there too!

*) you gained Lady Dimitrescu’s trust fast, and one day, she offered you a certain kind of medicine in a syringe...

[tjthekpoplover]

YALL REALLY LIKED SEX WITH ALCINA WOULD BE LIKE SOOOOO IMA DO A LITTLE STORY ABOUT THAT SO ENJOY

ALSO IM SORRY IF THIS IS SHIT SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

“My Favorite Pet”

Alcina Dimitrescu X Fem!Reader

⚠️ NSFW WARNING ⚠️

You where in the castle. Ready to clean after the mess the sisters made. Until one of the maids told you that the Lady of the house told you to meet her in the study. So you went there. Walking through the dark halls of the Dimitrecu castle.

You opened the door to see Lady Dimitrescu sitting at her chair. And shockingly touching herself. Your eyes widened at the sight. You felt a wetness in your lower area start to grow. You where standing there in shock pondering when to speak up.

“M-my l-lady?” You finally spoke up. Alcina stopped and looked up to see your face of shock. “Ahh Draga Mea…..I’ve been thinking about you.” Your face turned red and looked around the room trying to avoid contact. She stands up from her chair and walking towards you. Your wetness starts to grow again.

Alcina lifts your chin so you can make direct eye contact with her. A smirk slowly appearing upon her face. “Looks like the pet needs to be punished mmm?”

You nodded in response. “Use your words, darling.” She said in a deep voice. You whined and hesitated. “Y-yes I need to be punished, mistress.” Alcina smirked.

She pinned you to the wall and pull your pants down. “Ahh already so wet for me? Mmmmh.” She teased your clit. You where practically throbbing for her at this point. Wetness pooling in at your throbbing core.

“Please, Mistress.” You whined. “Please what Draga mea?” She locked eye contact with you almost done with the teasing she’s giving you. “Please f-fuck me.” You moaned out. Alcina smirked and shoved 2 digits in your pussy without prepping with 1.

Moans filled the study. The lady was getting wet just watching you getting off at her fingers.

“Mistress, I’m about to c-cum” She smirked. “Cum for me darling” And that was all you needed. You came all over her fingers. “Good pet”

She took her fingers out of you. “Suck them.” And so you did while locking eye contact with her. Swirling it around and then swallow. She kissed you deeply. Swiping her tongue on your lips but you denied access until she bite your bottom lip.

You gasped and her tongue made it quickly into your mouth. Moaning into her mouth. She broke the kiss.

“This is why your my favorite”

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You woke and exhaled shakily and, when you sat up, found that Alcina was watching you from her reading couch. She had half jerked forward from her settled position, her glasses torn askew from her face, book abandoned behind her when she froze as you looked at her.

Her hat was off, somewhere, as were her gloves, leaving her hands bare and golden grey in the candlelight. She still wore her day dress, her sleeves rolled upwards to hide the vicous stains of blood that covered them.

You sobbed once, then let out a choked wail, barely managing to cover your mouth before she was beside you, pressing your face against her robust shoulder. She stroked your hair roughly, her arm around your waist while you cried against her.

"Alcina," You choked out, then grabbed her shoulders and turned her head to and fro. You patted down her arms, her torso, her back. "You're alright."

"Yes," she said calmly, kissing your wet cheek once, "Are you?"

You leant onto her chest and she wrapped her arms around you. You felt the sheets and found that they were damp with your sweat. "I'm feeling better now." You stuttered.

You looked up at her, and she smiled reassuringly while she rubbed her forehead against yours. "Are you sure?"

You closed your eyes and sank into her warmth, "Yes."

[uniquevocashark]

"You're squirming." You mumbled, grabbing Alcina's hand that pinched your waist. You opened your eyes, the early morning sunlight just brightening the bottom of the curtains.

Her hand moved again, moving to hold your hip and her lips left your shoulder. You turned to face her, watching her eyes focus somewhere on the ceiling before propping yourself up on and elbow.

"Alcina?"

She looked at you, her hair a mess and her eyes drifted down to the blanket that had fallen off your shoulders. "Yes?"

"Did you have a bad dream?"

She scoffed softly, trailing off into a yawn. "What night terrors would plague me?"

"I'm sure there are many things." You said, drawing patterns on her stomach with a finger.

She covered your hand with her own, "I didn't have a night terror. It was a good dream."

"Tell me about it?"

Alcina turned to you and smiled, interlacing your fingers together. "It's terribly cliché."

"Well," You said, snuggling into her side, "I'm reclined, so you needn't spare the juicy details."

"Our fainting couch will be inconsolable." She joked and kissed your forehead.

[uniquevocashark]

The Lady of the castle has no eye for men.

It was advice you had given out time and time again. New staff, the same rules, the same regulations. Most of the new women were young and sheltered, and the meaning of the words were lost on them as surely as if you had told a newly hatched chicken.

No eye for men? They would question, the looks they had between confused and dumbfounded. You could see their minds working and coming to all the wrong conclusions.

And you would stand before them, already knowing the joy Lady Dimitrescu would have with each of them, robbing them of that complete oblivious quality, and say nothing.

There were women who did understand, who looked at your décolleté, the relative tightness of your stay, the firm black choker that was uniform standard, the lipstick stains about your shoulders and gape. Some would blush, knowingly.

Regardless, you enjoyed watching their minds melt when Lady Dimitrescu would come to inspect them, her gaze wondering and her smile sharp and seductive.

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Her office was more like a library and as hot as an oven. The floor was covered in rich red rugs and all the furniture was a dark wood that was so polished you could see your face in the reflection.

Alcina Dimitrescu poured you a cup of fragrant, brilliant red tea.

"I'm pleased you came in." She said and her voice was as honey sweet as it was the first time you had met.

You sat down, "Well, I can't be busy all the time."

She was as well put together now as she was in the restaurant bar you had first met her at. Her sleek red dress had changed into a blouse, jacket and pencil skirt. She still wore polished heels so clean you could see your face off them.

And to add to her persona that she had been lacking before were a pair of big rimmed glasses that she carefully adjusted. She blended seamlessly with her office, and you felt out of place in your jeans and button up shirt.

Not that she seemed to care, the toe of her foot ghosting over your shin.

"How has Elena been dealing with her new homework assignments?" She asked pleasantly.

"She finds them fun," You jumped slightly when she planted her foot on the edge of your chair, "Though they are rather unusual."

"We try to make them engaging and more proactive," You stared at the glossy red heel between your knees. "It promotes a healthier look on homework. Better to look forward to it than to dread it right?"

"Right." You said and her foot tilting lightly against your leg.

"And does she enjoy coming to school?" Alcina continued, toying with her pen. A notepad was open in front of her but she didn't even glance at it.

"She likes the route we take, its colourful."

"You do live outside the catchment zone so it must be a long drive. She doesn't dread it?"

"Elena likes the quiet time before school."

"Excellent," She said and when you looked up at her she had popped open the top buttons of her blouse. "I can open a window if the heat is too much for you."

"Its alright." You blushed. She stared into your eyes and brushed her fingers along her collarbone and smirked when you tracked the movement.

[uniquevocashark]

tw blood

"I am not a fool."

You look over at Alcina, staring into the blood cupped in her hands before she rubs it into her face.

"I am not a fool." She repeats while you move around the room, switching on the heaters so she doesn't get cold.

She leans against the side of the tub and you go to her and kneel behind her. You hold the cigarette to her mouth and she takes a drag sucking smoke in between her blood drenched lips. She rubs more blood on her face and then breathes the smoke out and opens her eyes.

She stares blankly at the roof. "I'm not a fool," she repeats, "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not."

You untie her hair completely and it flops on her shoulders with a squelch. Slowly, you push on her shoulders and she sinks sullenly before submerging completely in the water.

You hold her face between your hands and feel hers cover your own.

[uniquevocashark]

There were bruises settling along your throat and you couldn't move your shoulder without bringing up three different kinds of ache. You wiped a smudge of lipstick of your jaw.

"What are you thinking about?"

You tossed a look over your shoulder to see Lady Dimitrescu, her face hidden behind a curtain of cigarette smoke, only the glow from her yellow eyes distinct among the haze. She stalked back into the room smelling like snow and smoke, and settled on the chaise she had besides the vanity.

"Nothing important." You answered.

"You're thinking of Miranda again, aren't you?"

You chose to ignore her tone, "I enjoy the anticipationof her reaction."

"Why?"

"The motions of her face are pleasing to me," You said, tying your hair up, "Why are you asking?"

"I'm curious."

You buttoned up the rest of your blouse. "No, you aren't. Not really."

She raised and brow and you smiled. She had soft, bouncy hair still wet with sweat and her nightgown lay open to reveal the smooth expanse of her soft skin. She was, you thought, rather pleasing to watch as well. You moved and sat down next to her and Lady Dimitrescu shuffled to give you room, one hand gripping your waist and holding you steady.

"You know," you started, holding the gold mask Miranda had given you close to your chest, "she usually isn't pleased, even though she sends me here."

You lay down on the chaise with her and she cushions your head on one of her biceps and the hand that had held you steady cuddled you close to her. "She shifts her feet just slightly and her eyes squint a fraction, a tightening of the skin around her eyes as she clenches her jaw."

"I see."

You hummed in agreement.

[uniquevocashark]

"These are lovely." You said, kissing the dangling pearl on her earring.

You ran your hands along her strong shoulders, tensed and powerful, down her long neck, feeling her swallow beneath your fingers, heart beating like a hummingbirds wings.

Her hair was soft and wet and darker than the night, draped over your shoulder, falling in thick flat sheets. Her forehead lay against your neck, arms on your waist, squeezing but never crushing.

Her hand rubbed your spine, her voice a tired rasp, "Thank you."

[uniquevocashark]

Mermaid AU

Warnings for:

Implied death, there are multiple depictions of bugs under scales and biting and the reader bites off a dudes head . Also reader refers to humans as 'it' for this part because reader is a mermaid and doesn't understand human conventions ok they will get better

Once, when you had first grown your human half, you had wanted to see the world above your own. But that was before you could survive alone so you had never made that mistake.

It didn't matter, in the end. You still failed.

The prison you're put in has no visible walls but they block you all the same. The space is too small, the water algae filled, and you have to curl around your tail to fit. Your people they took with you are just on the plains of adulthood, and not even two meters long yet.

They don't last long.

After weeks, you're the only one left. Your scales stand on end, the soft pockets beneath them stuffed with algae and little biting bugs. Your fins are cramped, the delicate skin of them torn. But you survive. On and on and on.

By the time you're brought back above from the thick darkness, you're surprised how much you missed the sun. Its a calm and warm presence and it hurts the biting little bugs.

But the rekindled love for sunshine you have is not enough to push reality away. The cage is opened and with it come hooks.

They're great big things, with serrated edges that are greedy for the softer flesh of your human form. You let them poke at your tail, scraping off the filth covering you until finally, exasperation overcoming sense, a human peeks over the top of your tank.

You surge upwards, your jaw snapping open and bite clean through its neck. It crunches with a crisp sound that startles you and you sort the offending stuff from your mouth.

And, for the first time in your life, you fall.

Whatever you fall on is rough and salty, stinging your delicate gills, and your tail hangs awkwardly over the side of your cage. You struggle forward and bring your bulk free of the repulsive water.

The tiny tormentors are completely aquatic and their bites give way to endless struggle as you emerge from the water. Despite it all, you are bulkier than before. You were fed well, after all, but never so carelessly.

When you have at least two meters of yourself free, you rest and watch your captive audience. They seem surprised, and you see that they have more of those tail cleaner hooks. They're crude tools but you don't have much variety.

The salt still reeks but you find that the algae doesn't like it. So, with more effort than usual, you pull your tail completely free and flick it at them. They splutter, their hard to listen to language made unintelligible in anger but they stop at the sight of your tail.

Your long dorsal fin droops and you shake your tail. Its far heavier than you are use to.

"Well, well." One of them says.

You turn to look and find a human that is taller than the others. Its plain coloured, like the body of salmon that would sometimes journey up your home. But its eyes are like a birds, bright yellow and keen eyed and it walks with the surety of a plunging eagle.

You flick your tail at it and its face stretches wide to contain its smile. "Odd." You mutter and tilt your head.

It tilts its head too, its eyes glowing with a brighter mirth, "Aren't you something." It purrs, raising your chin with a cool metal stick.

You like it's voice. Its like the grandiose crash of waterfalls, loud and violent and beautiful.

"Odd." You repeat.

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 ~ 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: It's the time of year when everything gets a little distant, the world a little colder. And sitting in your room, you get to witness the first snow with Alcina by your side. Read it on AO3 here! Warnings: None!! Unless you're allergic to fluff. Notes: Hello~ Tiffany is back again with one of her slightly older fics hehe. I think I've posted this one before but I couldn't find it for my masterlist so I'm posting it again. Also yes, I know this fic is about the first snow smack dab in the middle of summer (at least for Canada) but you know what! I don't care, lol. I absolutely adore winter and the atmosphere it brings, so homely and warm and everything good. So here we are, happy reading!

Today was a quiet one. The mid-afternoon sun streamed through the large windows and the sounds of the castle had settled down to a softer noise in the background after the hecticness that comes with any morning. Glancing up, you look towards one of the windows of Castle Dimitrescu and see the vast expanse of Village spread out before you, but something else catches your eye.

Standing up from the large chaise you had been sitting on, with soft steps you pad over to get a closer look. It was a bit chilly, warm breath sure to make wisps in the cold winter air, and in awe you watch as the first snowfall of the season plays out before your very eyes. Cold weather wasn't anything new in the country of Romania, and yet after all this time, this was still a view you'd never get sick of. The small little snowflakes drifting down to Earth from the skies, painting the world in a sparkling white. It reminded you of the winters of your childhood and how much life has changed since then, and yet you wouldn't change the life you had now for anything.

You adjust your robe slightly, pulling it around more tightly around you for warmth, not that you needed to though. It was more of a comfort than anything else. Your body hardly got cold anymore, not when you yourself were made of fire, a result of the attack all those years past... Sometimes you still felt the lingering ache of being reborn, the old scars forever a reminder despite your healing abilities.

Regardless, you were here now and that's all that matters.

"Darling? Are you in here?" A voice called out just past the door of the room. It was just a courtesy though, you knew Alcina could hear the steady thump of your heart for miles with her supernatural hearing and all.

"Yes, dearest," you call out softly, turning around to look towards your lover as she crouched through the small door. With fluid steps, she's in front of you in seconds, a relaxed smile on her face. She too donned a robe, a rich burgundy colour that matched the golden hue of her eyes perfectly. Despite her relaxed demeanour she still exuded that sort of etherealness you can't find anywhere else on earth, still oozed the authority that comes with being a woman in her position.

And she was all yours.

For a moment you glance down at the shining ring on your left hand before looking up at Alcina, a grin meeting your lips as you will your body to float upwards to match her height, an easy feat when you were made of butterflies you supposed.

"Is this where you've been hiding away, dearest?" she says, an amused look on her face, "I've hardly seen you all day." Lifting her hand she runs it over your cheek gently, her lips upturned in a grin.

That was the thing with Alcina. Despite her stature, she was nothing but gentle with you (well, unless the situation called for... otherwise), as if you were made of ice, delicate. Her little snowdrop, she would call you. It was ironic really, since you were essentially the opposite of snow.

You had asked about it one day, maybe a year after you had gotten your powers, why she still called you that.

You and Alcina were sitting in bed, finally getting a moment of repose after a chaotic day of planning for the upcoming winter solstice festival in the village. You sat in Alcina's lap, your head lying on her chest as you both read the book she held in her hands.

Eventually, the weariness of the day caught up to you, and you yawned loudly. Glancing down at you overtop her reading glasses, Alcina wordlessly closes the book and places it down beside her.

"Are you tired, my little snowdrop?" she asks, running a hand through your hair, the action soothing you so much that you yawn once more.

"Why do you still call me that, Alci?" you ask, wiping away the tears that had formed from repeatedly yawning.

"Whatever do you mean?" she asks, looking down at you with a confused look on her face.

"'My little snowdrop', why do you still call me that? I mean, it doesn't really make sense, not when I'm made of these now," you say, lifting a hand. On it, a little red butterfly fluttered its wings, little wisps of fire left behind in its wake.

"Hm," she pauses momentarily, "well, it's because I think of you as my snowdrop, snowdrop," she says with a chuckle, which makes you snort. She runs her hands through your hair for a moment before speaking again.

"I think it makes sense though, regardless of your butterflies. Snowdrops are small, delicate, beautiful. Everything that embodies you, my darling," she says, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. Turning around slightly, you look up at her and are met with golden eyes filled with nothing but affection.

"But even more so," she continues, "the word snowdrop...snow. There's a sort of strength to snow, isn't there? It's a graceful thing, stunning to look at as each snowflake falls to the floor, individualistic in its own right. From afar it's easy to enjoy, but the moment you step outdoors you're met with the freezing cold that nips any skin left uncovered. Stay out too long and you begin to freeze slowly but in a way, it's also fast, so fast that you don't even notice you're freezing until you're already halfway gone. That in itself is strength isn't it?" You pause for a moment, rendered speechless. Alcina really had a way with words, and it caught you off-guard at times. You soak in her words, tilting your head in contemplation before nodding wordlessly.

"And you're just like that, snowdrop. An ethereal being, easily admired from afar, but step closer and you will see that you're not just beautiful, but full of strength as well, not something so easily stepped on." Alcina finishes with a smile. At her words your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but regardless your heart still fills with warmth.

"I... didn't know you thought of me like that Alcina," you say, albeit a bit embarrassedly.

"Well, I do. Every word I spoke I think to be true, you're stronger than you know," Alcina says, the slightest tint of red on her cheeks at her honesty.

"Well, then I like the name then, darling," you say with a smile.

"I'm glad you do, my little snowdrop," Alcina says, her lips upturning into a smile that matches your own.

Snapping back to the present, you smile a bit at the memory before responding to Alcina.

"It felt like a bit of an antisocial sort of day, darling. I'm sorry," you say, glancing off to the side. Alcina takes one of your hands into her own with a sigh, pressing a kiss onto your palm.

"There's no need to be sorry, my love, how many times must I tell you that. I understand things get overwhelming at times, it's quite alright", she says, which makes you look back up at her fondly.

"Thank you for always being so understanding Alcina, I don't know what I'd do without you," you say before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her lips. The feeling never changed, her full soft lips on yours as your heart filled a bit more with love for this woman. You feel her smile into the kiss before pulling away slightly.

"It's the least I could do, darling," she says before pecking your lips once more. Then her gaze is pulled from your own to the one behind you and she lets out a soft gasp.

"My, it's snowing already?" she asked, more to herself if anything. Her eyes are filled with an almost childlike glimmer, the view before you so pure it made your heart soar with affection. Alcina had always told you winter was her favourite season. It really suited her.

"It is, darling. I noticed it just before you came in," you say.

"Perhaps we should go on a stroll then, my little snowdrop. The first snow is always the most beautiful."

"I'd fit right in then, wouldn't I?" you say with a giggle, making Alcina chuckle before grabbing your waist and pulling you close.

"I would say yes, but you stand out amongst the crowd, my love. My pretty little snowdrop," Alcina says, kissing you once more.

A/N: This fic always gets me so softtttttt. I love Alcina, so much.

[tjthekpoplover]

COULD I REQUEST ALCINA NSFW WHEN WHEN I AM FTM AND SHE IS MTF AND YK I ONLY HAVE TOP SURGERY AND WE PERHSPAS HAVE THE DIRTY? Idk how this works so I just ask here? Damn, horne

Yup! Sure can!

MTF Alcina Dimitrecu X FTM Reader NSFW

This is going to start NSFW straight off the back, well not really AND DISCLAIMER ALCINA KNOWS THAT THE READER IS FTM

I was one of the butlers at the Dimitrescu house. I was the most obedient one out of all of the others (since they all where killed or eaten)

I was just cleaning after the youngest daughter’s mess. Until another butler approached me. “The lady wants to see you.” He said. I sigh. “Okay” in responded with. So I assumed she was in her chambers so I went down.

“I see you finally arrived” Lady Dimitrescu said, while turned around with her nude figure. Nice tits and a big penis.I was stunned to say the least. “M-m-my lady!” I kept stuttering like something was wrong with me. She smirked at me. Then started giggling at me.

“Do you like what you see?” She said. I nodded furiously. “Use your words.” She said in a husk voice. “Y-y-yes I do.” I replied with, sounding like a wimp. I could feel myself getting wet. I heard her chuckling while she walks towards me and picks me up and pins me on the wall. “I’m going to have fun with you.” She said seductively.

All of a sudden I see her claws coming towards me. I looked at her in shock. Then she ripped all my clothes off and dropped to the floor. Leaving my body to react to the cold air. My pussy practically dripping. She smirks while putting her dick near my hole. “Your so soaked. I haven’t even touched you yet, Draga Mea.” She said with a very husky voice. I blushed at that.

She allied her cock with my hole and started thrusting it into me while holding me up on the wall. I am moaning really quietly. “Louder, I want to hear those pretty noises of yours.” So I did as she said. I moaned louder. She made grunting sounds.

She starting to go faster until she came in me. “Such a good man-thing.” She said while panting. And she removed her cock from inside of me. Leaving my pussy soaked and filled with her cum. Then settled me on the ground.

“You can go back to doing your job now Draga mea.” She said, while putting her clothes on. “My lady,” I said. “Yes?” She replied with. “I-I have no clothes.” I said. She chuckled in remembering what happened earlier on. “I’ll ask one of the maids to get you clothes.” She said with a smile. “Thank you, my lady.” “Your welcome, Draga Mea.”

YALL I AM BACK FROM THE DEAD. ALSO SORRY IF I MADE THIS A LITTLE LATE. BUT ADIOS HAVE A GOOD DAY/EVENING