#Alcina knows that this isn’t anything good

[elliots-an-idiot]

Heloooooooo!🙌 How ya doing? I hope you’re having a *lovely* day! Seeing as you’re opening your inbox, I’m just gonna…leave this here ;)!

*leaves scroll*

What do you reckon the Dimis would think of forms of affection? Hand holding, kissing, cuddling, quality time, etc. do you think they’d approve of such displays in public, or just in the privacy of their room? A bit of good old fluff. Feel free to ignore it if it doesn’t take your pick!🙌

See ya :)!

🧁- anon

Hiii! This is an amazing ask :3 I love them so much and EAUGH I WANNA CUDDLE ALL OF THEM!!!! You said the dimis so I’m gonna include alcina :3 this is pure filthy fluff heheheheh :333

Content warning for minor (sfw) knife play. Also blood drinking…. They’re vampires.

The Dimitrescus preferences on affection with their s/o

Alcina 🍷

She enjoys being able to hold you, whether it’s on her lap while she works, or cuddled into her chest while you sleep.

Her hands are… well… gigantic. Which makes “regular” hand holding difficult. But she loves it when you intertwine your fingers with hers during particularly aggravating calls with Miranda.

She is, obviously, the big spoon. Which neither of you mind. She always holds you close to her while sleeping, she likes the feeling of protecting you. Shielding you from any dangers that may lurk outside of her arms.

She prefers to keep anything longer than a peck in private however. Unless of course, she’s showing someone that you’re hers. In which case you can expect to be lifted/pressed up against the nearest wall for her to make out with you.

She loves having her hair played with/her head scratched while laying with you, especially after a long/stressful day. She also likes having her back/shoulders massaged

She isn’t clingy like her daughters, but she loves being able to have you near her. When she’s working she likes to have you in her lap. You’re like a stress reliever to her.

She loves being able to lift and hug you, or lean down to press kisses to your head. She likes the way you look up at her after, it makes her feel like a goddess.

She loves it when you dance with her, you’ll often have dates in the castle, and her favourite place to bring you is always the opera hall. The two of you dance for hours, just basking in each others presence.

She always makes sure to reserve time in her day to be with you, no matter what. She even hung up on Miranda once after she “took too much of our time”

When she gets thirsty (not like that you horny bastard) she pulls you onto her lap and gently tilts your head to the side, she always peppers kisses down your throat before drinking from you.

She loves you so much, and makes sure you know that. Whether it be through words or actions, you always know how much you mean to her.

Some pet names she likes to use for you are dragâ (darling), iubire (love), little one, and pet.

Bela 📚

She, like her mother, loves having you with her while she works. She says your presence calms her during especially stressful days, your scent specifically helps.

She likes to have you on her lap, not during formal events or dinner of course. But when you’re reading together in the library she’ll pull you onto her and wrap her arms around you.

She loves it when you bury your head into the crook of her neck to press a gentle kiss to her throat, which normally leads to her squeaking and getting flustered. Only when you’re alone though, she thinks it’s “improper”.

She absolutely loves having her hair played with. Untangle her hair with your fingers? She’s a blushing mess.

She loves massages, getting them and giving them. You better believe homegirl is practically a professional at them.

She likes sitting next to you whenever possible, she always intertwines her fingers with yours. She loves being able to hold you, even if it’s subtle.

She has a busy schedule, to the point that she often forgets to eat. So when you walk into her office after a long day and offer up your neck? She practically melts, before hugging you tight and telling you how much you mean to her.

She normally hates giving you anything more than a gentle peck when in public, but please expect to be pushed up against the nearest surface as soon as you’re alone.

She loves it when you rest your head on her chest, or vice versa.

She’s bad with words, especially when you first start dating, but she always shows you how much she loves you. Her favourite way to do so is by taking care of you, bringing you a snack when she smells you getting hungry (blood sugar maybe?), or reading to you when you’re sad.

She loves calling you little one, darling, dragâ, and dove.

Cassandra ⚔️

Cassandra hates doing anything that could make her seem weak or soft in public. So hugs, hand holding, cuddling? Absolutely not.

She can and will push you up against the nearest wall to make out with you. She likes knowing that other people see, so that they know you belong to her.

But in private? You can’t convince me she wouldn’t love having her hair played with, and if you scratch her scalp? She will moan.

She’s not used to gentle displays of affection, especially at the beginning of your relationship. But after she warms up to it? She loves it, privately of course.

She especially enjoys having you sit in her lap while she’s sharpening her weapons. Often using your skin to test if they’re good enough, if she doesn’t smell blood as soon as she presses it up against you it’s not sharp enough.

She loves your blood, everything about it, so when she comes home from a particularly annoying hunt and finds you on her bed with your neck exposed for her? She growls before swarming right on top of you.

After drinking from you, she likes to lay on top of you and bury her face in your neck savouring your scent and taste.

Normally, if you’re alone, she likes to intertwine her fingers with yours or pull you onto her lap.

Shockingly, she’s incredibly clingy. Not so much as Dani, but still, very clingy. So if you’re especially busy or have to make a trip into town on any given day she’ll whine and complain until you get back.

She loves it when you trace her scars, she’ll often tell you the stories of how she “won” them to calm you down if you’re upset. She often tells you stories of her hunts, not only to introduce you to that part of her, but to analyse your expression for any hint of fear.

She often falls asleep on top of you, she likes how warm you are, and being able to protect you.

Cass is horrible with her words. Like. Horrible. Before you started dating she called you her blood bag… to flirt. She is b a d with expressing how much she loves you. So she shows you. She often kills maids who are rude to you and gifts you certain parts of them. After the fourth pair of eyes you had to explain to her organs weren’t exactly a gift you could keep. So she started bringing you teeth.

She likes calling you pet, little one, doll, morsel, snack,and (sigh) blood bag

Daniela 💌

She absolutely loves physical affection, and she truly doesn’t care what other people think. She constantly has to be touching you, or she will whine until she is.

Obviously, she’s the most clingy of her family, and the best cuddler. Like, are you sad? Bonk, Dani’s got ya.

You can’t convince me she wouldn’t love to sit in your lap to read, she loves it. She often reads aloud to you when you’re upset, and loves the same being done for her.

She loves it when you hold her, whether it be her hand, or her thigh, she constantly wants your hand on her.

She loves hugging you, like, absolutely loves it. She loves feeling your arms wrap around her and hold her to you, she says it makes her feel calm. I swear to the gods a hug from this girl could probably cure my depression.

She wants to spend as much time as physically possible with you every single day, which often leads to you not finishing your work.

When she’s particularly hungry, she loves pulling you against her before burying her head into the crook of your neck and inhaling as much of your scent as she can. She always marks you up before drinking from you, to show everyone you’re hers.

During the colder months, she enjoys nestling under a pile of blankets with you. Often giggling when you squeak at the feeling of her freezing hands against your sides.

She loves kissing you, it doesn’t matter to her who sees, all that she cares about if being able to feel your lips on hers.

She loves being treated like a princess, bow for her or twirl her? She is squealing and giggling in delight.

She loves spending time with you while reading, but, (when it’s warm enough out for her to go outside) she often drags you out to the garden to make flower crowns together.

She loves sleeping curled into you, with her arm flung around your waist and her head buried in your shoulder.

She like calling you more cheesy and romantic pet names, and expects the same from you. She calls you things like my love, dearest, sweetheart, little human, and her Knight. (If you call her princess she will melt)

That’s all! I hope you like this :3 thank you for my first ever ask :3

[niceminipotato]

Personal Heater

You weren’t sure why you had woken up in the middle of the night. You did noticed that the pitcher of water was empty so you had decided to get it replenished. It was maybe a little after two in the morning when you had quietly slipped out of the bedroom. You hoped none of your movements disturbed the peace of the castle, much less disturbed that beautiful sleeping woman you had left back on the bed.

However, as you stepped back into your room, full pitcher in hand, you found Alcina was no longer asleep. She sat reclined back with a soft smile sitting lazily on her face. Her eyes cut right to you as you stepped through the threshold, their golden hue flashing ever slightly.

Heavens she looked like a goddess. Her alabaster skin bathed in moonlight and her ebony curls sitting gently on her shoulders. How could she be this perfect even after waking in the early morning hours you didn’t know? But you wouldn’t ever question it.

“What are you doing up?” You asked and she gave you a small shrug.

“My personal heater went away.”

You lifted a brow which she matched with a smirk. Letting out a small sigh she spoke once more a small pout on her lips.

“I simply missed you.”

You shook your head unable to hide your smile, “who knew you had such an adorable side to you?”

“Who knew? Well, obviously, you dear. Hence why you’re here.” A frown sat on her brow for a moment before it softened as she patted the bed. “Now, stop your dallying and get on this bed. You look far too lonely over there.”

Rolling your eyes and huffing in fake annoyance, you made your way towards the bed. “Fine.”

Carefully you set the pitcher down listening to her shuffling down on the bed to lay down once more. As you climbed on and began to settle under the covers she drew you close to her chest. Giddy with her actions you smiled and settled under her chin, listening to her heartbeat. Softly she drew aimless patterns on your back. You loved this. You loved her.

“Can I tell you something?” You said softly.

“You can tell me anything.” Came her soft reply.

“You make me happy.”

Her movements paused for a moment before she hugged you even closer to her. “You do the same for me, draga. I… I love you.”

“I know. Though I do enjoy hearing it every once in a while. Never stop telling me?”

“I will spend my life reminding you.”

“Good.” You grinned and placed a soft kiss on her collarbone. “Alcina?” She hummed in response. “I love you too.”

So I was yet again looking through little prompts because I need to get some inspiration for the fic exchange I’m going to be a part off. This exchange isn’t for Lady Dimitrescu however I read the one little prompt and Lady Dimitrescu waltzed in all like who do you think you’re going to write about? And of course I had to tell her it was her. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this little thing. The prompt was “What are you doing up?”, “My personal heater went away.” Gosh soo much fluffy stuff. Ok bye I need to try and focus on work and maybe that exchange fic 🙃

[muffinsin]

hi!!! I have a request for you!!! could we get some general headcanons for how the sisters adjust to having a human s/o? like what are some quirks they've had to get used to/what do they find odd about the things humans do now that they live with one!

thank you!!

Hi, hon! :) Awhh, absolutely! :)

Let’s get into it🙌🥳

Masterlists

Bela

Out of all the three sisters, Bela is the most understanding of you and human nature

She’s wiser than most, using her immortality and spare time to educate herself on many matters that pick her interest

One of them, the human body

Where her sisters struggle, she often excels, or at the very least performs slightly better

She has more information on humans than them, and especially cares to learn more about them

She knows how to treat the staff and even picks up a little regarding their wants and needs

She knows humans are- naturally- more fragile

There’s so many things to harm them, blades and weapons, catastrophes and fire, even the cold, too

They prove easy to bruise, their poor little bones breaking as easily as toothpicks under her touch

She would never want this to be your fate, though

In her time, she has learned to adapt, thankfully long before even meeting you

Out of her sisters, she’s best at controlling her strength, which she proves on a daily

She’s especially careful around you

You know, Bela would never want to harm you, and she never would

She also has the biggest knowledge on humans out of her sisters, ranging not only from their fragile nature, but their appetites, too

That being said, she isn’t always keeping it in mind

After all, it’s been so long, decades of only being with her sisters and mother

Decades of sharing their prey, corpses and animals, the meat often and usually raw, even

As such, it’s up to you to keep an eye out occasionally, as she will sometimes mindlessly offer you a glass of blood or blood wine or a plate of raw meat

She doesn’t mean anything bad by it, and of course would never want you to eat or drink it

That doesn’t mean she isn’t forgetful, too used to being around her sisters and mother only

If you want to prevent eating any of that and spending a good hour puking it back up, you should check the food and drinks she offers you and ask her what it is

Still, she will always hold you and apologise with a flushed face when she forgets about your diet

This was especially a problem in the beginning, but as time goes on, Bela becomes better at reminding herself of your limits when feeding you

She keeps a notebook of your favorite foods, often even seeing to it that you get those

Sometimes, she even agrees to try some

More importantly, she keeps a list of all food humans should not be eating, as well as notes on any allergies you might have and such

As such, food is not a problem in time

What truly caught Bela off guard, especially at the start, is your body temperature, though

While her own is nearly constantly cold, as is her skin, it came as a surprise when she first felt your touch

Of course, she realistically knows that others have warm bodies. Even Alcina’s body and touch is significantly warmer than Bela, Cassandra and Daniela’s

It still surprised her, though

As such, the first time you hold her hand she jumps and swarms wildly, completely caught off guard

The rest of the day you laid on top of her, letting her curl against you and use you as a personal heater

This, she still likes to do, especially in winter

She hates that she can’t quite produce warmth without help

You’re more than happy to keep her warm

Cassandra

In a way, humans are a lesser life form to her

Slower, destructive, treacherous, hardly durable

They’re prey

And she’s a predator

They’re playthings

A game to her, her pets kept in the basement, awaiting her arrival with dread

They make good puppets to test out her tools, good little things she can take her frustrations out on

As such, she usually doesn’t bother studying them too closely, nor even interacting with them

Medically speaking though, Cassandra knows plenty of humans

She is a skilled woman, after all

And as she loves to torture and explore one’s limits, she does have a vast knowledge of humans

Only medically speaking, though

Still, it comes in useful

Most fatal wounds, Cassandra can stitch for you

She knows your body well, knows its limits and how to fix your fatal wounds should you ever get in the situation of being wounded like this

A smaller wound, though…?

Well, she knows how to treat cuts

Bruises, not so much

She’s never bothered learning about that, butchering up her victims to the limit and stitching them back together, usually

Thankfully, due to this knowledge of hers, she’s not too surprised about how very easy it is for you to get hurt

That doesn’t mean she wasn’t surprised by parts of it, though

Such as how easy you are to bruise

Often, she needs to adjust her own strength, fearing she might hurt you

Her hands aren’t made for gentleness, she’s sure…

As such, you often experience feather light touches from her, too scared any firmness could mean a broken limb

You reassure her, it’s okay

She can’t quite allow herself to be too comfortable

She would never want to hurt you, despite her sadistic nature

Only in time does she find the balance to it, holding you tight but never too tight, never too light

Alas, this was only a part of what surprised her

No, her biggest shock comes in the form of your scent

Of course, the huntress is familiar with the scent of human

Maidens, or villagers or poor, lost little humans straying and getting lost in the forest, that is

Not the scent of you at random times throughout the day

At least once a day you find yourself pinned down upon entering her room, like an intruder at her territory

She doesn’t understand

Humans adapt new scents so very quickly, sadly

As such, you make it a point to build up a routine of sorts

The same shampoo and body wash. Either never using perfume, or always the exact same one

When you hug someone aside from Cassandra, you’re certain you will be tackled again

She feels bad for it, too

And still, relying on her somewhat feral instincts is in her nature

At least, in time, both of you can adapt to this

You even find it somewhat endearing, your girlfriend pouncing like a wolf when you come too close and are too out of sight for her to set her eyes on you

If only you didn’t bruise so easily, you’d surely find it more endearing

And lastly, your habits and limits

While being better at caring for a human than Daniela, Cassandra often forgets that you aren’t quite like her

As such, she’ll occasionally ask for you to bite at her neck, or bite at yours a tad too hard and cause bleeding that she’s fast to tend to

Usually with an adorably embarrassed facade, too

Something she often likes to forget are your physical limits

She likes to play with you, either chasing you or going hunting with you

During this, she forgets your stamina is nothing compared to hers

While she can play for hours, run and swarm excitedly, your limit is reached far faster

You’re often doubled over, fed cups of water by her after having been chased by her for hours

You don’t mind, though

She always takes excellent care of you after, keeping you hydrated and allowing you a seat by the warm and comfortable spot by the fireplace at her room

Daniela

With Daniela, you move fast

Yours hers quickly, as she is yours

You know, there have been many human lovers in the past, and you know of what became of them

Alas, Daniela holds no more thoughts of them

You’re her everything

Her soulmate

She’s sure of it

Despite this, she doesn’t know all that much about humans

And, if you knew how many of her past lovers died, you’d likely be rather concerned

Daniela’s biggest problem is that she doesn’t quite know a lot about humans

In the past, lovers have often been forced to consume raw meat and blood, just like here

And you’re hardly any different, having been given meat and blood and wine, too

Thankfully, she listens when you tell her: humans can’t eat those things

That being said, she doesn’t understand

Being surrounded by her family, she doesn’t quite understand why you can’t eat what she eats

After all, she can eat what you eat, too, even if she doesn’t always like it

Still, she wants you to be safe, and she trusts you

She figures, you’ll know what to consume instead

To make up for her lack of knowledge, she likes to surprise you with your favorite foods sometimes, even sneaking a bite when she thinks you aren’t looking

Secondly, one of Daniela’s biggest problems is her strength and your vulnerability

She knows, humans are so very sensitive

Poor little humans, bruising and bleeding and breaking far too fast

Poor little Daniela, unable to control her strength properly at times

In the past, she’s often unintentionally hurt her lovers, breaking hands and fingers when holding them in hers, cutting up limbs and tearing skin with her claw-like nails

And poor Daniela always cried so terribly when it happened

She would never want to hurt you

Would never want to hurt her lovers

She wears her gloves around you nearly all the time, worried her sharp nails might nip your sensitive skin

Additional to that, she’s incredibly worried about harming you by misusing her strength

Your heart breaks as you notice this

She’s so clearly depraved and in need of affection, yet starves herself of it by worrying

As such, you hold her hand gently instead, squeeze and kiss it because you know she’s too scared to squeeze your hand back

You cuddle and and hold her gently, kiss her and let her cuddle up to you

In time, eventually, she grows a little more confident

Testing out and practicing the use of her strenght on random maidens and prisoners,-

she doesn’t dare practice on you, and her sisters and mother just don’t do, being as enduring as her

- Daniela eventually figures it out

While still occasionally worried about her strength, especially when she feels excited, she gets to hold you normally, now

And lastly, the other thing surprising her plenty

That being your weakened senses

Often, you’ll be cuddling when she shoots up

Her golden eyes wide, her head turning

If she was a cat, you’re sure her ears would be twitching and pointing up, listening

You don’t hear a thing

At other times you find her with her head hidden against your stomach, trying to escape whatever smell currently annoys her

Again, you don’t smell a thing

You don’t mind, though

In fact, it makes you giggle more often than not

That is, when she isn’t jumping up and clawing at the bed when she suddenly hears a noise at night, keeping both of you up

[ohlookapan]

Heisenberg comfort HCs, anyone?

I've been feeling really down and out these last few days so I've been thinking about this silly steel man to make myself feel better.

Heisenberg is VERY observant–I’d go so far as to say he’s hyper observant. He’ll know something isn’t right likely before you do. He may not say anything right away, but he’s going to keep an eye on you.

Karl is someone who knows what it’s like to be stuck in your own head, and how shitty it is. He also knows how awful it feels (though he’d never admit it) to feel like that and feel like that alone. He never wants you to feel that way, alone. 

He also knows that thinking about it makes it worse, but he will try and see if he can figure out what’s wrong. It’ll be something casual. “Talk to me, kid. What’s goin’ through that head of yours? Can’t be anything good if you’re all down like this.” The only exception to this is if you’re in a REALLY bad place, then he’s going to be much more urgent. If he can’t get it out, he’ll grab a pen and paper and have you write what you can.

If he can’t get the issue out of you (which he will not push you about it), he’s kinda stuck. He doesn’t totally know what to do, since he doesn’t really do anything to help himself. He just pushes it away and focuses on something else, letting his mind get buried in whatever he’s doing until he forgets about the issue. That being said, he NEVER wants you to do that. He may do it, but you sure as hell won’t.

Heisenberg will not change anything about how he acts around you when you feel that way. It isn’t because he doesn’t care, but rather that he doesn’t want to make you feel babied or less than because of how you’re feeling. You’re a tough cookie, he’s going to make sure you feel like one, even if you’re crumbled from time to time. 

Being as observant as he is, he knows what makes you happy and makes you feel better (even a little), even if he fucking HATES it. If it helps, you’re getting it. Even if it’s wine, he’ll trudge to Castle Dimitrescu himself and get it. He’ll definitely bitch about it, but it’ll never be around you. He’ll bitch on the way there or take it out on Alcina. 

If you’re shaking a lot, or you’re moving a bunch, he’ll give you something to tinker with, even if it’s broken or defunct. If you’re angry and need to break things, he’s already made you a version of his hammer that you can lift and just tells you “You know where to go.” Hell, he’ll probably go with you and do it too (but also to make sure you don’t hurt yourself).

He’ll definitely try and give you some words of encouragement in his own way. It may be something simple like, “Don’t let this destroy you, kiddo.” to something a bit deeper (depending on how you feel), like “You’ll get through this, buttercup. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. You’re going to outlive that bitch Miranda, and you’re going to be just fine. Got it? Good.”

Once you feel better, he’s not going to bring that incident up again, unless it’s something ongoing or something really serious, but he will check in with you to see how you’re feeling after that. “You ready to get back in the game, kid? Good to hear. Wasted a lot of precious time picking your ass up out of the dirt."

[naturesapphic]

can you write something about alcina finding out her s/o (reader) is super ticklish

Tickle spot

Alcina dimitrescu x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff :)

Sunlight was peeking through the curtains of the castle of lady dimitrescu and birds were chirping to wake anyone and anything. You stirred slightly in your sleep at the bright light in your eyes and you slowly opened them to reveal that it was morning and it was time to get up. You pouted and turned over to your girlfriend Alcina dimitrescu who was holding you in her arms. She was still asleep and you admired how peaceful and calm she looks during this moment. You love things like this where you get to wake up first and admire your beautiful girlfriend in a peaceful state where she isn’t stressed about her wine business or about Miranda and her siblings.

“Darling, you’re staring.” Alcina said with a deep voice as she started to wake up. “I’m not staring. I’m simply just admiring a beautiful masterpiece that is staring at me right now.” You stated cheekily and she chuckled at your comment. “Mhm okay…whatever you say dear.” She replied gently and pulled you close to her chest as you let out a yelp at her hands on you. “What’s the matter dear? Did I hurt you?!” She exclaimed as she pulled her hands away and started inspecting you. You giggled “no baby I’m not hurt. You just tickled me is all.” You reassured her and she let out a sigh of relief but not soon after, a big smirk graced her lips and she put her hands on you again.

You smiled up at her, not knowing her evil plans, and didn’t move away from her arms. Alcina put her hands back to the spot that made you squirm and started moving her fingers. “AH! Alcina!” You laughed out and squirmed in her grip as she starts to tickle you. “I have found thy tickle spot!” She jokingly said and that comment made you laugh even more. “A-alci! I can’t breath!” You kept giggling but that didn’t stop her from tickling the fuck out of you. “Who loves you?” She said as her fingers slowed down and gave you a breath. “Hmmmm.” You smirked. “Miranda?” You teasingly said and she gave you a growl and started tickling you more. “Ah! I’m j-joking! You! You! You love me!” You laughed out and squirmed again in her arms. “That’s right. I love you. Good girl.” She stated and pulled her hands away from your sides.

You laid there on the bed breathless and with your girlfriend looking down at you with a love struck grin on her face. “Well…that was…enjoyable.” She confessed and you gave her a look. “Yeah fun for you!” You pouted up at her and she cooed at you. “Awww I’m sorry my darling. I’ll leave you alone for a while. At least until I tell the girls where your tickle spot is..” she grinned and your eyes widened. “Hell no! If you do that no sex for three months!” You threatened and alcina gasped out loud and placed her hand over her heart, in offense, playfully. “No sex for three months? That’s preposterous!” She replied with a fake look of hurt in her eyes. You rolled your eyes and pouted more. “Only if you tell the girls about it. They will torture me for days!” You explained to her and she nodded her head in agreement.

“That’s true. Fine…I won’t tell them.” She finally agreed and you smiled big up at her. “Thanks alci.” You said as you leaned up and gave her a big kiss on her cheek and she gave you a look. “Ah ah ah!” She said and guided your lips to her plump ones and gave you a big kiss on your lips. Now you were a blushing mess and completely melted in her arms. She gently poked your side which made you pull away and yelp. “Hey!” You pouted and she giggled at you. “It’s time to get up and dressed not sweetheart. We can finish that later.” Alcina stated with a look of lust deep in her eyes and you blushed even more as you got up out of the bed to get dressed with your girlfriend following close behind you.

A/n: I hope the anon who requested this enjoys it and I hope everyone else does too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

[lichenes]

Heisenberg teasing an easily flustered reader? I'd bet he'd love that >:]

I haven't written for quite a while so I'm hoping to not disappoint anon ;P Your honour I love that man. Kiss me on the mouth you bastard.

CW: established relationship, mentions of sex (kiiiinda), kissing, hickey making, hopefully not too ooc. (i've lost the ability to write i fear ;_;)

wc: 442

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“You look so… so good like this…” He said putting his hands on your hips and squeezing, making you jump a little. He placed his chin on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. You could swear that the mirror was fogging up from the atmosphere in the room. 

Obviously, stumbling upon a dress in the wasteland that was The Village was almost impossible. If it weren't for Alcina's good will, your clothes might've forever stayed the scraps that became of them during your last… ‘encounter’ with Karl. 

You put on one of his coats and headed towards Dimitrescu Castle, hoping Alcina wouldn't send you away with nothing. “Lady Dimitrescu isn’t available right now.” Said one of the maids, one of the still alive ones. “She ordered me to pass this along to you.” You were handed a brown paper wrapped stack of what you assumed to be pieces of clothing you requested. 

“Where were you?” Barked Heisenberg, not turning away from his work desk. “Was just getting something from the Dimistrescus.” You walked to the mirror hearing Karl mumble something about the ‘supersized bitch’. Unwrapping the paper and looking through your treasures, you noticed the delicate and elaborate patterns sewn into the dresses. You removed his coat and let it fall to the floor. 

His attention was caught. He turned in his chair, smoking his cigar and slightly lowering his glasses. “What do we have here?” Your face got hot. “Just browsing new outfits. Duke doesn’t have anything worth my time so I decided to ask Alcina…” You put on the first dress. 

It had an intricate pattern of gold, lace and off-whites. “I asked for sundresses…” You mumbled. They all resembled ball gowns, more than anything. “I'll need to return this…” “No.” He said. That's how you ended up in this position. His mouth on your neck, his hands resting on your hips. 

“My beautiful girl…” He said, never breaking contact with your skin. “Buttercup, look at me.” He was a stern man to whom you'd never object, so you obliged. “Good… lord, you are stunning…” Karl knew that you were easily flustered and he took full advantage of that. “Bet this dress’ll look even better on. The. Floor.” He stressed. 

You pulled away from Heisenberg. “Karl, I swear to god.” He laughed. You covered your face with your hands as he strode quickly towards you and grabbed your chin. “You'd also look good down, on the floor. I almost want to… tear this dress off of you…” He almost whispered. 

To be fair, you didn't know what you expected. It's safe to say - what became of your dress - wasn't wearable anymore.

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[caitlynmeow]

With Daniela specifically, Alcina is always in praise mode. It’s ridiculous, as she doesn’t need to amplify every small thing her youngest daughter does but Alcina can’t help it at all.

Daniela pushing one couch to be near the window instead of the wall? Exceptional.

Daniela coming up with a solution to a common problem? She’s very smart.

Daniela knowing what looks good on her and having her own sense of style? She’s very pretty and well put up together.

Daniela loving books from an early age? She’s very smart.

And it’s like- Alcina never gets mad at her. There is always a logical reason and Daniela is too harmless to be facing any consequences. Because it’s either she didn’t mean it, or she’s still too youthful and inexperienced to know how to deal with certain situations.

It goes beyond that actually. During school Daniela often remembered her homework near bedtime. And Alcina doesn’t think too much about it, she helps her and at times she even does it herself.

Also, being almost seven years older Bela was tasked with helping her with homework and for some exams but Daniela is so used to having things done for her that she’d just look at Bela all 🥺 but Bela isn’t mama and she is going to do the work herself with her big sister’s supervision only.

This is a major point of struggle for Daniela. For one, she’s used to being spoiled and pampered like this, but at the same time, she wants to show/prove that she’s capable of doing things on her own. She tries, knowing that in case she fails at anything she has her whole family backing her up so it’s all okay at the end.

[steiger4044]

If Bela Dimitrescu were living in modern times as an NYPD Officer, and the family was there too, here is how I’d imagine it. Her little description narrating, with some fiction. Might make it into one, not sure yet.

Well…if anyone were to ask about my family life…sure gets interesting. Definitely fun times away from the baddies of NYC. Laughs, tears, but we all love each other…even mother towards her brother my uncle, sometimes at least they can get along. Let’s start it up with,

First up, my baby sis…Daniela. Ya she can be a bit of a head case at times 😏. But she’s the sweetest, funniest sis anyone can ask for. She’s a manager at a small book store on 27th street in downtown Manhattan. But she knows her books good, well definitely the romance section…lol. Of course every time I come in, she’s always telling me I should take a read of the Fifty Shades of Grey series 😟😣…ummm no, sorry sis. Especially after that one Christmas you gave that book for mom…ohh did she go a lil red that Christmas morning. Then there are her and her cats. She does love them but her new landlord is a real 🤬. He doesn’t want animals in the apartment Dani has, and I know he’ll work whatever tricks to make her leave. But I do know in my building a Hungarian couple are leaving and I got a landlord who’s a real cat lady too, and loves books. Guess I’ll put in a kind word for my sis…what do ya think?

Okay next up is my sis, Cassandra. Manhattan’s practical Connor McDavid. A tough cookie who loves flaunting off her muscles and other… features a lil too much for my taste to many a guys in and out of the building🙄🫢🤣 . But she is my sister either way 😉. She’s a trainer at the city’s oldest boxing training centre. Outside when we do butt heads and I have to come around on and off duty to break up a stupid mindless fight, she does help me toughen up physically and is a great coach on mentally and physically preparing like this pic. She did get me an exclusive membership, as well as a couple other officers from my Precinct in there. One did hook up for a dinner with her, who knows if my matchmaking turns into a courtship of my sis 😅🥰. Time will tell. But do love spending time with her. Not to mention, one of the trainers there I think likes me. He is quite cute, like a mix of Mark Wahlberg and Channing Tatum 😍😛.

Ahhh moving along, dearest Mother. Countess Alcina Dimitrescu. She’s done pretty good for herself. A huge owner of a very wealthy wine production company she inherited from my grandfather who started it all back in Romania, then immigrated to New York. It’s gone quite huge. Now she runs the business. Outside that, and her pretty hot temper, want to kill her brother my uncle, and a little snooty sometimes 🙄, she’s really the coolest mom, and loves all of us just as much. Gets quite scared for us versus the “big apple, so full of scandalous and disgusting cruel men.” But knows we are all doing what we love doing. I can’t tell you she almost stroked out, when I dawned the NYPD shield. But here we are at some of her fav restaurants near the real business end of NYC. The meal was great, pay a mortgage for some small chicken salad, when I could pay two bills and get a nice burger. Oh well. By the way don’t tell mom, but her dog Molly…ugh I hate that dog! 😡🤫😶

And here he issss…me and my uncle Heisenberg. You need it and he’ll fix it, doesn’t matter how long it takes, he’ll do it. How to describe to anyone who meets my dear uncle. Well….he’s loud, vulgar, and isn’t afraid to speak his mind. But he’s a genius when it comes to fixing anything..including cars, trucks, bikes, and a niece’s broken heart with his humour. Has really helped me with our time spent getting through some my toughest days whether me with things I saw or did at work or family issues. Mother does not get along the best with him, and doesn’t know much. On my grad night, after the ceremony, I snuck off to his mechanic shop and I celebrated with him and got drunk well underage so shhhh…def got me liking a cold Budweiser though these days after a hard day of work 😂🍻.

PS: that beauty of a Mustang he really fixed up, said he’d give it to one of us sisters in his will, said may try Dani…that happens I’ll make sure the city is alerted to the crazy red head on the roads in the red mustang…😅😂

Ahh my uncle Moreau….really is something he is. He’s been an Emergency Physician in NYC for years. I’ve seen many of my coworkers, suspects, and victims end up just so safe in his hands. He’s such a sweet heart too, despite it’s been years since he’s last spoke to his mother. A woman who was such a cruel bitch over the years. They had a break down many years ago. Don’t know too many details but he seems to be doing okay. And just such a sweet good heart. Here we are lunching and talking about many things, from med procedures to his team, the Yankees 🧢. Even gone to a couple games together. Loves all of his nieces the same, ya old big lug.

My aunt Donna, can be quite at times…unusual but she runs an incredible herbal medicine shop, that draws in a lot of people from the city. Times did get tough both during Covid and some asshole that burned her shop down a few months after. She had a major mental breakdown after that, and didn’t trust too many people. But her strength along with me, Cass and Dani’s help plus her daughter, Angie got her back on her feet. She loves her doll making business on the side and has made some insane projects happen especially donating to the sick kids hospital. And her garden is her other treasure room, we both find the time to share and help with. Plus an amazing view of the city.

And speaking of incredible. If this little one 🤭, ever suits up with the NYPD, I swear she could take the whole amount of crime out of this city. Angie is one one smart cookie. She loves Cass and Dani, but I’m the top fav auntie on the list 😁. Here we are, I’m babysitting dear Angie, while Aunt Donna makes it to her third date with another neighboring florist owner too GO AUNT DONNA GIRL 🤘. I’m the fav cause when I watch her I do…break some rules. Late night video games, and release the hidden stash of treats. And ya…I’m screaming during our playing of Resident Evil Remaster because….i….hate….spiders….and I would rather deal with some drunken junkie puking on my shoes in 99 degree heat in some smelly alley, than…spiders 😭😵…

Yes that’s about with me and my family. But I’m gonna level with you all. I love them all deeply, and I also miss….dad.

And I do this everyday, on or off duty.

Rain or shine. Night or day.

I stop at a small flower shop near where ground zero was. And I buy one rose. Then I make my way, and have my time…alone.

I lay a single rose, where the south tower went down that fateful day of 9/11.

Growing up, he was really just the most incredible person ever. Tough, inspirational, resilient, and just so warm with love.

He and mom were just so deeply good to one another, and me growing up. Even after he and mom married, and he became the chief accountant for mom’s business in the World Trade Centre. Those years it seemed so good, but things got rough and they eventually divorced just after mom had Cass.

I never stopped loving him though. My best memories was going to see mom accompanied by my nanny when she worked. But if she got too busy, then dad would spend time with me at the south tower.

We’d go up to the very top of it, where you could see everything. A lot of the time we went and there weren’t many, if any anyone at all. Just me and dad. You felt completely at the top of the world in the moment. And we’d often talk about life and its choices to make. Just such good words and laughs, ya know family time.

After the divorce, they weren’t all that close, but weren’t all that separated either.

I still remember our last meal though, lunched in the concourse, then back up, mom was with us too. We didn’t say a word, just all stood and stared out in the distance not knowing what tomorrow may bring. That was the last time we were together as a family with mom holding little Cassie looking out in that distance too.

Then the next day, September 11 happened.

The world and mine stopped that day.

I just shut down after we found out dad didn’t get out of the building. And when it collapsed the way it did, I sure felt that way too.

I couldn’t cry, eat, sleep, or anything for months. Until I completely broke out and down in uncle Heisie’s arms for hours after the one night Dani was born, my dad’s last gift and thank you of love to all of us.

In those months and years, mom was hit really hard too. One time before I went off to college, the day while I was still recuperating from my “lovely secret celebration out 🤫” Mother told me she wished she gave dad all the love they could have, and she wished she didn’t accuse him of having an affair with some corporate exec woman, which wasn’t true. But the damage was done. And how she wished she gave them another chance, but it was too late. Ohhh mom, dad will remember because deep down he knows as much as I do. You loved him so deeply. 🥺😢😭.

Since then, the family has helped so much with how close and the strength we give each other.

Mom and dad sure have gave me that over those years growing up into the person I am today, and in turn to want to I guess keep and help those show it too, than become so mindless and cruel. Hence why I became a cop.

I use their strength to push when I have my darkest days and wanna pull my hair out.

But all of them do help me, and I try even when I face people who wanna stab, shoot, spit, puke, piss and other fun stuff to me.

So here I am, Officer Bela Dimitrescu of the NYPD. For you dad, mom, Cass and Dani, uncle Heisenberg and Moreau, Aunt Donna and Angie. Love all of you.🥰😘❤️💕

Many thanks for the likes….ya a lot of it I made up, and still working if I’m gonna fanfic it. Lemme know. Thank you anyways for your support folks. Bless and love ❤️

[eurachristmold]

I would have been a good mother. You've committed greater miracles. Please, Miranda.

Miranda, stripped of the title of "Mother," sounds foreign from Alcina's stained lips. The shade catches Miranda’s attention—dark red, like the skin of a cherry. Her lips, full and painted, twist into a frown. She’s sad, isn’t she?

Miranda can’t blame her.

The grief of losing a child is unmatched. It is unbridled, cruel, a piece of yourself that can never be returned. But the longing for one that you cannot have...

That’s a different kind of torment.

Miranda could give Alcina a child easily—there were plenty of children in the village who needed mothers. But she cannot bring herself to do it. Not when she knows that Alcina would outlive her child, that death would claim the innocent eventually and Alcina would be left behind, a shell of herself. She could not, would not, inflict that kind of agony on anyone—and certainly not Alcina.

"You’ve committed greater miracles…"

Alcina’s words echo in her mind, faint, persistent, a dull ringing Miranda cannot shake. She shakes her head, lips twisting in something resembling disdain. Funny. Alcina thinks she’s committed miracles? A laughable thought. Not that Miranda could bring herself to laugh. A scoff, perhaps, but never true laughter.

If Alcina (or anyone) knew the truth—that the miracles were nothing but skills forged in the furnace of Miranda’s own grief, that anyone with the right aptitude could replicate them—then Miranda would not be seen as a God. Her so-called miracles would be exposed for what they truly were: experiments.

But she couldn’t scoff. Not at Alcina.

Her eyes flick upward, the thought of it all distant, cold, as her mind churns in mechanical, detached movements.

Her twisted science had brought her this far. It would get her out of this mess of a request—this tight knot of Alcina's sadness.

The gears behind Miranda’s eyes click and turn again. She’s been working on something—rather, someone.

What was her name again…?

"Bela...?" The name slips from her lips, unbidden. Alcina’s gaze sharpens, flickers with interest, and in that instant, Miranda realizes she has promised something she didn’t mean to. But now it’s too late to take it back.

The name tastes cold and foreign on her tongue. Bela’s sobs echo in the back of Miranda’s mind—soft, broken, as if mourning the loss of something that had never truly been hers. Her life.

Once, Bela had been a sobbing wreck. Locked away in Miranda's lab like the lab rat she was. Now, all that remained was a mutation, a hollow shadow of the woman she used to be. She would never remember being Miranda's experiment—only the insatiable, bloodthirsty hunger that mirrored Alcina's own. They could... bond.

But would it work?

They wouldn’t outlive each other. Miranda was certain of that. Bela had served her purpose. Now, she was just a hollow shell, of little use to Miranda, but perhaps she could be recycled... a comfort. A twisted comfort, a surrogate daughter. It was a bittersweet thought, one that Miranda didn't allow herself to linger on.

And the infection, she thought, had the impressionability of a newborn fawn, a duckling too eager to imprint on something-- on anything.

It could work.

"There's no doubt in my mind you'd be a great mother, Alcina." Miranda’s voice is cold, distant, yet the words carry a truth. She would be—in her own way. "And you will love your children so completely, you could not love anyone else the same."

She pauses, her fingers gliding over the cold mantle of Alcina’s fireplace, an absent motion. The castle Alcina had been given was vast and empty. Lonely. A home too large for one person. It needed... something. It needed family. Or at least, something to pretend.

"For that, a mother has no choice." Miranda finishes in a whisper, her words laden with an unsettling heaviness. It feels more like a warning, though it’s impossible to know whether to heed it. She glances over her shoulder at the towering figure behind her.

"Her name is Bela, and she will be yours." she promised with cold finality.

Alcina's first..

She wanted to continue, to tell Alcina that nothing would ever compare to the love she would feel for her first child—but she bit back the words. Alcina would learn that soon enough. Now, all she could do was hope that Bela wouldn’t share the same cold, lifeless end as Eva, leaving Alcina shattered in grief as she had been.

[valleynix]

Love the little Bela spice in chp 16 🥰🥰 feel free to ignore if it ain’t your style, but do you have any spicy headcanons on the dimis

>:)

(slight NSFW, minors DNI)

Alcina

she’s the top and there’s really no debate about it

she may appreciate her partner going down on her occasionally, but for the most part, she’d much rather see how they writhe beneath her

she likes to mark, be it with her lipstick or by biting

she much prefers doing things with her hands or mouth

whining or moaning in her ear will get her to melt and do whatever her partner begs of her (because we all know that’s her end goal, to hear how much they beg her)

Bela

i think she’s a top-leaning switch

while she may prefer to give most of the time, there are nights she would want her partner to take care of her

she probably goes a bit rough at times, but say the word and she’ll cool it

whining or begging won’t make her give her partner what they want any quicker; she’ll finish when she thinks they deserve it :)

she’s pretty good with both her hands and her mouth, and she’s probably a bit into choking, be it giving or receiving

Cassandra

considering she’s probably on the aroace spectrum, i’d say sex isn’t a big deal to her at first

she’d want to make sure she can actually fully trust and love someone before she tries anything, but she’d likely be a bit inexperienced

once that happens, though… hoo boy

definitely strikes me as a top, though she may occasionally like to be taken care of on days the stress of being the middle daughter gets to her

she also probably gets a bit rough and bites a lot, probably a bit of pinning… her aftercare is superior, though

Daniela

she strikes me as a power bottom; she much prefers receiving, but she will boss her partner around (in a loving way)

if she does give, she’s excellent with her mouth. she’ll bring her partner to heaven in minutes and giggle after

she does like sex, but she’s certainly not as sex-crazed as everyone seems to think she is. she’ll want to at least feel like she has a connection to someone before going further

she likes seeing her lipstick staining her partner’s skin before they even get started, and seeing their flustered appearance makes her feel like she has them right where she wants them

[multimilfs]

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader: Nothing Else

Summary: escapetodreamworld sent in... "I wasn't complete until i met you" Angie. Melissa. Lady D. Wanda. And maybe Colette and Eda clawthorne if you want

AO3

A/N: You gave me many options... and I nearly went with Alcina. The brainrot has been hitting lately. But I've been wanting to write a little more for Wanda. Thank you for all the options!!!

Happy Valentine's Day!!

Tag List: @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld

Warning(s): None

Her familiar weight presses against your back. You take in the brief comfort her closeness offers, though you don’t dare allow your eyes to stray from the fray. In all of the meetings, in all the clipped comments and arguments, you never imagined a team would become so divided over a bunch of paper. 

The Accords are more than that, you know, but now it’s left you all in a difficult position.

Against the advice of your friends, you couldn’t agree with the Accords, and you’d become a fugitive with Steve and the rest; as long as you were with Wanda, you didn’t mind it so much. It’s still not great though. 

“I can feel your mind working.” Wanda’s voice cuts through it all, accent thick on her tongue, “Less thinking, more fighting.” 

As if summoned, you’re both approached. Wanda fends off a strong attack from The Black Panther and you throw Spider-Man back with more force than you intend. It feels wrong to fight people you can’t see the faces of. You want to know who your enemy is. 

“I am fighting.” You defend. 

“Badly.” 

Her head turns for a fraction of a second and you catch the smile on her lips. You shake your own head. Despite the fighting, you’re content being near Wanda; the Sokovian witch filling a spot in your heart you hadn’t known you were missing. 

“I have to say,” You start, cut off when the two of you have to flee across the tarmac, an explosion nearly searing your skin, “this isn’t how I had planned to spend your first Valentine’s day.” 

She chuckles, “And I thought you planned this for me.” 

There’s a bitter note in her voice. You know how she feels about the situation; that it’s all her fault. It clouds her eyes and her smile, stealing away what little happiness she manages to hold tight to. You ache to chase it away. 

You had planned something before The Avengers imploded. Something cozy and sweet at the compound, just you, Wanda, and her favorite things. 

Wanda speaks again before you can, “But I don’t need anything special.” 

“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.”

Her green eyes look at you. It’s like they’re searching. You’re focused ahead, weaving the two of you in and out of obstacles, and you wonder if her eyes will go red as she tries to decipher why you care so deeply. You won’t mind the familiar weight of her magic in your mind. You have nothing to hide, least of all when it comes to how you care about her. 

“I wasn’t complete until I met you,” Wanda says eventually. It’s like her accent has gotten thicker, but you recognize it as emotion, “I need nothing else but you.” 

“Well, that’s good. That’s all we might have for a while.” You offer a shaky smile. 

Her hand takes yours. You’re still moving through the fighting, but it feels a little easier together. 

[muffinsin]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write about the sisters s/o having really bad separation anxiety? Like they get instantly anxious and stuff when theyre left alone without their partner

Of course! I’m sure I’ve mentioned separation anxiety in a few posts, though this is (to my recollection) the first post entirely about this topic👀

Let’s get into it! :)

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Bela

She has been known to be prone to developing a separation anxiety

While it was, during the early stages of her reborn life, connected to Alcina, it now seems to make a return with you

Bela’s been doing quite good, and if it wasn’t for recent events, you wouldn’t have ever guessed she has developed a separation anxiety towards you

Really, not even she knew it at first

All she knows? You’ve rescued her, in every way

She eats and drinks more, she feels happier

She was at a dark place, allowing no love or happiness in her life, and you changed this

In return, Bela is very happy and clingy with you

You never minded this of course

You also never noticed how she doesn’t seem happy without you, however

What her “I missed you’s” truly meant. How she spent the hours on her own merely waiting for your return, unproductive and often merely waiting in bed for your return

She always claims she misses you. You regret to realise you’ve always brushed it off as a sweet statement

She wants to cuddle? Of course. That isn’t an issue at all

She wants you to stay with her while she works?

Of course. Anything for your lover

She wants to take showers and baths exclusively with you there?

Not a problem

She…wants you there when she has to use the bathroom too? Turning away, yet in the same room?

Upon asking her about this, she only reasons: she misses you and is uncomfortable when you aren’t there

Perhaps, in hindsight, this should’ve been a warning sign

Perhaps, if you had told Alcina sooner, she would have noticed the signs of a separation anxiety of her eldest daughter sooner too

Bela seems none the wiser. Even if she knew, she won’t want to acknowledge it

You gasp when, one time, you try to leave her room to start your work

As a part of the castle’s staff, you too have duties to perform after all

Yet, this time Bela makes it very clear she doesn’t want you to go

Now, it’s more and more common she asks you to stay in bed

But this?

She’s so sad you’re leaving. She doesn’t want you to

Whenever you’re gone, she just can’t enjoy herself. She misses you so much

After a few kisses, she calms down again

An idea seems to have popped up in her head

And so, as she allows you to go to work, she is with you

Constantly

You know she’s clingy, but in public? No, Hardly so. She’s a very private person

Still, the blonde mutant barely leaves your side

She even retrieves cloths for you!

This routine keeps up for a long time. You never minded. After all, if Bela wants to spend her mornings and middays watching you clean as she reads, who are you to stop her?

You’re unaware of the things she is not doing, however

Such as going out to hunt with her sisters, knowing you won’t be there

Such as working in her office

Such as spending time with her family

Such as leaving your side

You don’t notice how bad it is

How you sleep together, her in your arms, and she awakens and immediately follows you to get breakfast

Then, she accompanies you as you work. It’s quite distracting at times, really, but you reassure her, you like having her near

Then, there is the bathroom situation

She’ll practically beg for you to allow her to be in the room when you bathe, claiming she’s worried and uncomfortable with you not there

You haven’t noticed it’s gotten this bad

Upon being offered to do things on her own, she flat out refuses

She doesn’t find enjoyment or comfort in anything that doesn’t include you

When you are summoned to a staff meeting she cannot attend, all hell breaks loose

It’s at last the warning sign you two needed

She begs you not to leave, to take her with you

Bela doesn’t want to be left behind. She’ll be good, she just wants to stay with you!

She’s your superior! She should be allowed to attend!

She’s your girlfriend! Don’t leave her!

She tries every approach she can think of

You need to practically pry her from you as she cries, thick tears rolling down her cheeks

She says she’ll miss you

She’s immediately sobbing the moment the door closes, her arms hugging her knees as she cries

She feels left. And anxious. Uncomfortable. Alone

She misses you so much

Bela doesn’t know for how long she’s been crying until she feels your arms around her again

She didn’t notice she swarmed to you and dragged you from the room

She didn’t notice she brought you back and is on top of you, crying and clinging to you

She begs you not to leave again

Cassandra

Cassandra wouldn’t say she’s prone to separation anxiety

She wouldn’t ever admit she has one, either

Her? No, never

And she definitely wouldn’t admit this foul, anxious feeling in her stomach whenever you aren’t with her

It’s purely primal, is what she tells herself after all, when it’s getting harder and harder to deny it even to herself

The Castle is a dangerous place, and you’re so vulnerable

You’re prey

It’s all about keeping you safe

She feels, if she isn’t with you, you aren’t that

It feels as though she could lose you at any moment whenever she is not there watching you

She’s so much stronger than you, so much more dangerous

What if something happens?

The Castle is such a dangerous place, and even though you know not to wander in the basement, she can’t help but worry

You’re everything to her!

It starts subtle, with Cassandra sticking close at most times

Her hand on your hip, her eyes usually lingering on you

When they couldn’t spot you anymore, she simply sent her flies after you

It’s like this all the time, with Cassandra’s flies lingering to you, all day, even when she is in the cellars and you are not

A part of her is with you, always

And really, this routine works very well

You certainly don’t mind the little fly with you, usually

Then, summer ends

And yet, your duties as the gardener do not

Cassandra dreads this even before you move out of her room to work

She knows- you’ll be outside, and she can’t follow

She feels sick to her stomach, anxiety rising within her the moment you’re away

Immediately, she swarms after you

She’s practically clinging to the window of the library, one of the few rooms that allows her to see outside

Yet, she can’t see you

Cassandra doesn’t even know what happened

In one moment she couldn’t see you, in the next she’s on Daniela’s lap, her sister’s arms around her as she coos to her and wipes her tears

Cassandra doesn’t even notice she’s not breathing. Not properly, at least

She’s panting, and hyperventilating

Hot tears run down her cheeks, tears she would be so ashamed of if it wasn’t for the fact she is convinced she’s dying

Daniela’s coos and the pats delivered to the top of her head do nothing to calm Cassandra

She wants you

No, she needs you, desperately

She’s desperately calls your name, her head pressed against Daniela’s cold neck

While the cold is her enemy, it seems to calm her now

Still, she can’t breathe

Are you dead?

Will you return?

Did something happen?

Where are you?

Why aren’t you with her?!

Upon noticing this, Daniela is quick to alert a maid to retrieve you

Only when she sees you, Cassandra begins to calm

Her gold eyes widen and she damn near tackles you, her arms and legs around you as she grabs your face and assures herself: you’re alive

It’s an uncommon sight, a strange display of clinginess and emotion from her, so that even Daniela knows not to tease her

Upon calming down, Cassandra denies it all

So what if she had a panic attack? It’s probably just the damn cold!

It becomes very clear that she doesn’t plan on acknowledging it

Upon assuring you it won’t happen again, you drop the topic

Ah, but it does happen again

Only this time, Cassandra’s anxiety prompts a more dangerous action

In the midst of her panic attack, she feels the upmost urge to see you

To be with you

You only hear her scream when she opens the doors to the garden and is immediately surrounded and assaulted by the icy cold wind

You aren’t sure how she’s made it all the way to the greenhouse, but are fast to pick her up when she wraps her arms and legs around you again and carry her inside no matter the difficulty

Cassandra’s appointed bed rest, to help heal the injuries made to her skin by the cold

It seems, this makes everything even worse

Or perhaps, it just shows how bad it’s gotten, for no longer can she send a fly after you, not while she is recovering from the cold

She is anxious the moment you leave her sight, hyperventilating easily

You don’t think you’ve ever heard her whimper, certainly not this much, ever before

She needs you with her

Cassandra is quick to panic, even if she doesn’t entirely understand why

All she feels is this urge to be with you at all times

She can’t even sleep without you on top of her, the familiar weight on her chest the only thing able to reassure her enough to fall asleep

You cannot retrieve food for her, and are more or less bound to her room as well

She can’t stand the thought of being away from you, and is deeply ashamed of herself for it, no matter how much you attempt to reassure her

Daniela

She’s always been clingy around you, always

Little love notes, check ins, random kisses and hugs

Of course, a lot of cuddling. Many kisses

Shared baths and a lot of quality time spent together

Daniela practically thrives off her time with you

However, she not once prevented you from being on your own

Often enough she’s on her own in the library, reading, or perhaps out hunting or taunting maidens while you are left to your own devices

And never has this been a problem

No matter how clingy this snugglebug is, Daniela always gave you your space, as well as took hers

She was always plenty capable of having her fun without you by your side, while also ensuring you know she appreciates having you with her

Then, this changes

A group of intruders at the castle, in winter

Of course, you were immediately evacuated, and to stay hidden in Daniela’s room

She was just hunting down the last one when a window broke

She knew even then, she shouldn’t have reacted. Shouldn’t have made her one weakness so apparent

But she did, and your soul hurt as you heard her scream of pain and terror

You leave your safe solitude in hopes of finding her

Ah, and find her you do, bleeding and crystallising on the floor, cowering away from the man that stands above her with a smirk all too self satisfied

With a little bit of trickery, you manage to convince him to hand you his gun, and with a shot to his head, he is disposed of fast

Daniela, albeit weak, survives and clings to you as you escort her to warm safety

During her recovery, she is clingier than ever, and you assure her: you won’t leave her side

You think nothing of the panic that comes when she can’t see you anymore

It’s normal after such a traumatic dear-death event, you figure

After all, you’ve quite literally saved her

Thankfully, Daniela recovers relatively fast

With your tender care, a lot of warmth and food brought by her older sisters, her favorite books read to her by you and even a new stuffed animal gifted to her by Alcina, Daniela is feeling almost completely on top of things again

She can walk about and is no longer bound to her bed and room, is even allowed to roam the castle halls again, albeit with a little bit of caution

You thought she would be thrilled at this. Your little bundle of energy can at last go out and cause trouble again!

But…she doesn’t do this

It’s as if she’s still on the mend, for she still cuddles and clings to you, still whines when you use the bathroom and she cannot see you

She doesn’t leave her room, and nor do you

When you bring it up, she insists it isn’t safe

At night, she often twists and turns in your arms, whimpering and crying

Nightmares, tons of it

Nearly every night

You hear her whimper and cry out your name, every night

Daniela never quite tells you what they’re about

She merely pushes herself against you to cuddle, then falls asleep again

Upon being told what they are at last, you’re a little surprised

She doesn’t dream about the cold or that day. She dreams of you, leaving

Not dying necessarily

Daniela fears you going off for work

She fears waking up and not knowing where you are

She fears being away from you

This shows when you do attempt to get back to your duties at the stables

She’s in absolute hysterics

Even with protective clothing, she cannot follow you outside, and yet yuh have a job to do

Upon confronting Alcina with this, despite being greatly concerned, she too ignores this first warning sign

She holds her daughter back, tightly in her arms, as she cries and squirms when you exit the castle doors, an apology on your lips as you get to work

You try to finish as fast as you can, and yet when you’re back, it’s as though years passed

Daniela immediately flings herself to you on unsteady legs, and immediately wraps her arms around you when she collides with your front

Her entire face is wet and bright red from crying for hours, her throat sore after screaming and even getting sick in the bathroom

She begs, don’t leave her again

You’re at a loss for words. This isn’t her usual clinginess

This is something entirely new

Over the following weeks, things hardly improve

You’ve had to quit working for the time being, instead practice to distance yourself a little with Daniela and Cassandra

The training- is not something she enjoys

She cries and trashes the moment you’re out of sight, held back by the strength only her sister can provide until she eventually gets sick again

You hear her violent sobs through the door, and must force yourself, remind yourself, to stay away for a little longer

A few minutes tops at first, then ten, then thirty

It’s hardly showing improvement, and when it at last did, Daniela pushed through Cassandra’s arms and ran back sobbing, right to your arms, and suddenly all this tiny progress was lost again

You sigh as you play with her hair and hear her soft snores on top of you

At least, this moment of peace remains

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil's Den

Chapter 20: In Which The Past Sings of Hope

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The events of the night continued to replay in her mind as she soaked in her bathtub.

Alcina had what seemed to be a permanent smile stitched to her lips.

While a hot soak was no substitute for your warmth, she'd take what she could get. It wasn't ever long after she left you she could feel the normalcy of her much lower body temperature seep back in and it left her feeling alone; her body needed and craved you as much as her mind and heart in every way possible. Your blood was still thriving in her system and she reveled in its potency. You were, without a doubt, the most satiating blessing to every woe in her existence.

It was still almost out of reach of her imagination that tonight had happened; that you felt the same for her as she did for you - that for some odd, and possibly cruel reason, the cosmos had dropped another treasure in her lap that she may or may not get to keep.

You were precious. Rare.

Alcina loathed the thought of your drastic differences just as much as she adored them. Black and white, up and down, right and left - none of those polarities could touch the comparison that was the two of you. All she knew was that time was an enemy as much as those differences. And yet, her will to dominate the fight surrounding it was fazed by nothing.

This was nothing like the time before.

This was nothing like what she and Madeleine had shared. Though the dangers remained the same. But she was wiser now, awake to the brutish world around her, nestled solidly in her strengths and weaknesses enough to be bolder and smarter.

She would fight for you.

She would fight for what the two of you had until her very last breath, if it came to it.

Settling a bit deeper into the water Alcina sighed and closed her eyes.

As hot as the passion was between you tonight, and as much as she wanted to ravish you, she didn't. The satisfaction of simply bearing the vulnerable truths to each other and knitting the bond even tighter seemed to fill any void or need for anything else. She had held you with a possessiveness that was still glaring fate in the face. You had willingly and eagerly accepted to be hers, to love her, to give her all of you, and she in returned offered everything of her in exchange. Alcina was warmed by it throughout.

If only things could be different.

Crawling into bed, she lie there feeling more relaxed and happy than she can recall for many many years. Still a smile cradled her lips and she wished so much you were there beside her, instead of wondering what you were doing; if you had finally fallen asleep, or if you, like her, were wandering through the field of dreams her mind wished to will into reality.

She sighed a heavy sigh.

~

You, you were also lying in bed.

Alcina's gloves were perched on your chest where you liked to keep them when she left you each night, your hand placed firmly and lovingly over them. You were pretty confident that you wouldn't be sleeping at all. The motions inside you were very much like a thriving river cascading down a rocky, twisting, mountainous hillside that was ready to blaze on and into the horizon.

Man, you were buzzing.

Alcina loved you.

She said it. Proved it. Sealed it.

That's all you could think about.

Like an answer to a prayer you didn't know you'd uttered; she answered it, and the new lease you had on life seemed too good to be true. All was pretty damn right in the world. Except for the fact the love of your life was a six foot nine inch tall vampire Matriarch and you were a human and you only got to see her at night and there was no security, certainty, or knowing what the hell the future held for both of you.

Meh.

It could probably be more complicated and you'd still not love her one ounce less.

You couldn't help but smile and feel the feathery eruption of excitement with what had happened tonight.

The sun was peaking it's bright eyes above the skyline and you finally decided to get out of bed and take a nice slow start to your day. You headed down into the city, grabbed a favorite latte at the corner bistro, and wandered aimlessly through the streets. Ah, Manhattan on a Sunday morning was great. Distant church bells echoed through the crowded corridors of towering brick buildings, people dressed prim and proper as they headed to their sermons, overachieving business men and women sneaking out of their offices looking ragged and in desperate need of coffee or sleep, the fitness gurus jogging and running their silly selves through the traffic and people, and then the few strolling their dogs (sometimes the dog strolling their human), the cooler morning air ablaze with scents of the bakeries and coffeehouses all settling into your bones as you walked.

Yeah. Today was going to be a beautiful day.

You hopped the tram and got yourself to Central Park. Out in nature was exactly where you wanted to be today.

It didn't dawn on you until you were almost alone on one of the paths around Sheep Meadow, that there was something, or several somethings that seemed to be following you and your path overhead.

When you stopped and glanced up to the trees you noticed a bunch of birds landing and perching above you. Crows. Big black crows; 7, maybe 8 of them. They were awfully quiet to the normal rambunctious wordy fellows you were used to, but you didn't think too much more of it and continued on your walk.

They followed.

By the time you made it to the Bethesda Terrace they seemed to have gone their own way. You went and grabbed a bite to eat at the Loeb Boathouse and then found a nice comfortable spot in a shady area to rest against a tree. The park with pretty mellow for a Sunday and you loved it, it was quiet, nothing but birdsong and a nice breeze. It smelled and looked so vibrant today; the grass was lush and almost emerald green, the air, for New York, was clean and fresh; you could nearly smell each individual blooming flowers scent traveling in the air. Even the trees seemed more alive as they whispered to each other as the wind passed through. The pigeons and robins were conversing and arguing as they hopped and flew from branch to branch, waddling from one spot to the next in the grass and walkways. It was so very relaxing.

And then you fell asleep.

The next thing you were aware of was hearing a shout; "bitch's got attack birds, fuckin' move - go!", angry cawing, and you startled fully awake to see 3 teenage boys being chased away.

By crows.

And then you noticed the rest. 6 of them standing around you on the grass.

Well this was more than coincidence by this point.

They regarded you calmly, all those bright black eyes studying you as you stirred and then they took flight leaving you there dazed and perplexed.

Ok I guess I need to stop the all-nighters and no sleep at all bullshit, because this is just getting too weird at this point, you thought as you rose and resituated your bearings.

You started to chuckle a little at how bizarre your life had become since meeting Alcina. It felt like you were the new Alice in Wonderland, you actually kind of liked it; who didn't want a fun, bizarre, new continuous adventure in life?

The vixen vampire you now proudly called your lover encompassed the rest of your thoughts as you were making your way home. And then you had an idea. A couple, actually.

Mission time.

~

An old and strangely familiar sound met Alcina's ears as she came through your open balcony door.

The recording was a little ragged, the crackle of it's age printed on the track sending snags in her steps as she entered your living room.

There you were sitting crumpled on the couch, looking just as beautiful as ever, a small but long piece of paper in your hand your sole focus as the voice from the recording lilted on. The voice was her own. The song, Our Love is Here to Stay by Gershwin, a piece she had recorded late into her career before it all came to a crashing halt.

Hearing herself, her voice, for the first time in almost 70 years glued her feet to the floor.

The first time she sang this in public was right here in New York. A speakeasy that had long since been torn down and rebuilt. It was underground, an elite club only very carefully selected members were allowed to join. She could recall the tycoons like it was yesterday; dressed to the hilt, gold watches, pearl cufflinks, suits sharper than the blade of a knife, slicked back hair, smoking fancy and expensive cigars from Cuba - and the women? Just as flashy, just as hoity.

The space was smaller than most clubs she'd played here in the Unites States, the venue so intimate, the audience was no more than 5 feet from her on stage. Alcina could still clearly recall the glimmer of the stage lights reflecting off her sparkling dress and in the eyes of those in the front row. Everyone under her spell, men and women alike watching her with hunger and intrigue, the boisterous applause, the desirable winks and grins, the many hush hush requests to visit her dressing room after the show. But more importantly, she can so heartily remember how alive being on stage felt. She could still feel how singing gave her the joy and happiness of pouring her heart and soul out; being heard, being understood, being received. Alcina felt at home on stage. Something she'd never truly understood. There was something so fulfilling about interpreting a piece of music, branding it with her own tone and inflection, turning it around and giving it to the audience for them to feel and hear her side, touching and reaching them on a wholly personal level… and maybe that's why she did it, that's why she loved it so much. Forever being misunderstood, misjudged, and overlooked as a child and throughout most of her life. Finally being able to connect with people through music without the full intimacy was rewarding and completing.

Her heart ached, the flood of memories was dizzying, her breath shallow as the song came to an end. It was then you noticed her. Your bright smile brought her back to reality and she grinned right back.

You felt the troubled feelings wave off her even if she was fighting them, and your smile faded.

Placing the lyric sheet down on the coffee table and hitting pause on the cassette player, you rushed off the couch and to Alcina, towering there like a black pillar of grandeur, the sadness you felt sank your heart.

"Alcina," you said softly, your hands reaching for her, snaking your arms around her torso and holding her tight, "what is it?"

She closed her eyes and nuzzled her nose in your neck, wrapping her own arms around you snugly, "nothing, draga mea… I - it has been many long years since I've heard my own voice. I didn't think there was any trace left of it in the world."

Oh.

Ow.

Her eyes were so deep when you found them, lost in a yesteryear that was painful and traumatic; you hated this pain she felt.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't think -"

"No," she stopped you, placing a cool finger to your lips as an emerging grin began to appear, "don't you dare apologize. I must say I'm actually quite flattered and enamored with you taking the initiative to do this. How did you even manage to find them?" she chuckled, looking over your shoulder to the two tapes on the table.

You grinned. Hard.

"I'm a resourceful little shit, unstoppable when I want to be, and I have really good connections."

You grabbed her by the hand and pulled her over to the couch with you happily, eager to show you your finds.

"There's an old record slash movie slash book store off 4th avenue that's run by a guy named Louis; he used to lend me books for free as a kid when I was in the orphanage. This guy, he's got all the hookups. Literally, anything you could possibly want: book, CD, cassette, 8-track, record, whatever, he can find it and get it. I went in there today and told him about Miss D and the Pallboys," you winked at her, "and shit you not, he had two cassettes in his old archives in the attic. He says he will look for some more. So, of course, I had to snag these. Not sure he'll be getting them back."

Alcina was thrilled by your excitement, your eagerness warmed her.

"Well… I will be very interested if this Louis does find more. I truly can't believe these exist."

You studied her as she picked up the lyric sheet and looked it over. Her sadness was dwindling away and your smile returned. She was so beautiful.

"Your voice is… stunning, so rich, like… I don't really know how to describe it and do it justice. You sound like a sunset; all the shades of purple and red, the deep saturated oranges, the darkness that slips is faster than you realize, enveloping you and sucking you into the brilliance of just… you know, that twilight beauty," you sighed, "I've been listening for hours, I can't stop."

Alcina looked over at you at your admission and stilled. She'd never had someone describe her music like that. You were so passionate. Her pride and ego swelled and she may have blushed if she had the capability.

The last person to hear her sing was Madeleine.

And now you.

And now you, again.

She beamed and reached out to caress your face, "oh draga mea, you're too kind."

It dawned on you then you hadn't kissed her yet tonight and you moved in immediately, claiming her luscious lips with a deep soft moan in your chest. Grasping the sides of her face with your hands you kissed her and kissed her, finally pressing your forehead to hers as you took in some air.

"I'm just speaking the truth; your voice is brilliant, mesmerizing, absolutely hypnotic just like you."

"You realize I already love you, your flattery isn't necessary to hook me any harder."

"I will flatter you all I like, just because I want to, and just because I can."

You began peeling her long trench coat off her shoulders, only taking a few breaths between kisses here and there as the rest of her clothing followed.

Before long you had pressed her back into the couch and began kissing your way down her bare chest, hooking one of her long legs over the low back of the couch you settled between her thighs as a hand went searching.

Alcina relented control as you lavished her cool skin with hot kisses, her eyes closing slowly as your mouth found a breast and suckled softly and gently. A sharp inhale grasped her lungs when your deft fingers slipped between her legs and through her core that was quickly stoking with heat and need for your love and affection.

"Oh - mmm," she whimpered, leaning her head back into the arm of the couch, arching her back slightly.

It didn't take long before you had your vampire wet and wanting, granting your fingers easy access inside of her. You smiled at the deep hum of satisfaction your probing fingers elicited, the unintentional wanton expression on her face as you worked her, thrusting deeper, keeping the pace slow and steady until her chest began to show the needy breaths of desperation coming through.

When Alcina opened her eyes to you they were beaming with the primal gold you loved so much. You hunkered down on her and inched up to kiss her, tease her, flick the tip of your tongue over her lips. She growled and grabbed at your back, digging her nails in your flesh, pulling you up fully so she could conquer your tongue with her own.

You both moaned into each other. Your thrusts became deeper and you felt her nails dig deeper into your skin, you hissed gently as Alcina whined, combing a set of long fingers into your scalp and gripping tightly to your hair.

"Deeper, dragul meu, deeper," she whispered hotly against your lips.

A surge of pure adrenaline shot through your hips and you obeyed as she commanded.

Taking initiative to further her pleasure you inched your way down her full figure leaving hot kisses in your wake, finally perching between her legs. Carefully and slowly you added the rest of your fingers, filling her up the way she liked, basking in the opened mouthed moan you coaxed from her throat. As you pressed, knuckles deep, you began to curl your fingers and swiftly covered her swollen clit with your mouth.

You worked her over with vigor until she was whimpering your name with a need and desire that almost made your crumble.

Alcina felt wave after wave crash over her and she watched you intently as her climaxes finally calmed in their ebb. Drinking in the air as the same sensations of being alive, loved, and wholly seen and cherished engulfed her.

You were more gratifying to her than the stage could ever be. Physical bliss aside, you were becoming her everything.

She let her head fall back on the arm of the couch and panted the rest of her pleasure through her throat, feeling your heated body slither up along hers and your quivering lips pecking at her neck. Alcina grinned and wrapped her arms around you, feeling the security of you blanket and soothe her every need.

Settling nice and comfortable on top of her, you hummed happily into the crook of her neck and lightly kissed at the sinfully soft skin under her jaw.

This was nice.

This was so nice.

As she regained her normal cohesion, Alcina lazily blinked down at you, taking in your beauty with a sigh.

She traced your hairline with her long finger and kissed you.

"Hi," you muttered.

"Hi," she smiled right back.

"Sorry, absolutely not sorry for that, I uhm, just couldn't help myself."

Alcina chuckled that raspy laugh and you couldn't help but glow.

After a while on the couch, the two of you snuggled into one another like a lock and key, Alcina reached out to the cassette player and hit play. She turned the volume down quite a bit but listened along with you while you enjoyed each other in the otherwise quiet night.

"Why don't you sing anymore?" you finally inquired as the tape reached it's end.

That, was not an easy answer.

With a heavy sigh Alcina considered how to approach this.

"Well… I suppose I lost the will to do so," she began as she stroked your arm so languidly draped over her chest, "the first thing I had to abandon when my illness continued to get worse was my singing. I could barely maintain enough energy to take care of myself doing the most mundane tasks, reserving any of that energy for my music was impossible. Managing the constant pan was another matter all together. I simply had to resign to the fact I was never going to sing again, that harder than accepting I was going to die… And then when I was turned, I was bombarded with so many things about becoming the new creature I was, that I hadn't focused much on the human aspects that were still trying to remain within me. Mother Miranda discouraged me from continuing it as it was."

Alcina bit her bottom lip at the memory and tried to ward off the bitterness that sprung up in her heart.

"I… was so busy meeting her demands I hadn't taken the time to return to it. There were sparce times I would find myself breaking into a church at night to sit at a piano and play, hum a little tune. Sometimes I'd sing a lullaby or an old piece for my daughters, whom were all more than greedy to hear them, but never gave into my desires to really sing again. That was until I met Madeleine. She urged me to. Begged me, even. And I did… I sang for her, I sang for her a great deal, and it was wonderful."

Another pang of regret, pain, and anger pricked her emotion wells.

"However, you know how that ended… and that was when it all finally died inside of me. Her loss crushed me. It's what Mother Miranda wanted, and she got it. Afterwards I was too busy with the lycan and clan wars to be bothered with much else, aside from my daughters I had very little joy or time to myself. Being the new Matriarch took all of my attention and all of that was left in the past."

You almost regretted asking. Alcina was so calm and matter-of-fact in her explanation it broke your heart. Something that had been so near and dear to her was simply abandoned like an old toy in an attic. Collecting dust and becoming long forgotten.

Instinctually you secured your arm around her tighter, wishing you could sponge away the pain.

"Don't fret about it draga mea, please," she cooed softly, "it's simply another story in my collection, nothing more."

That was some Mother Miranda fucking bullshit if you ever heard it. You had no doubt this woman had gaslit Alcina so hard for so long she didn't even realize she was doing it to herself.

No. Fuck that.

As much as you wanted to spew about it, what was blatantly more important to you right now was having this wonderful, strong, resilient, and fascinating woman in your arms to love.

You didn't care if she'd forgotten her wonder and worth, you wouldn't be and you'd start reminding her at every turn.

Carefully you rose and propped yourself on her chest, locking your eyes with hers as you smiled warmly, leaning in to kiss her in earnest.

"Well, we're going to start writing some new and different stories together… And I'm going to make sure they're good and wholesome."

[river-of-wine]

Totally agree with your posts. I like Alcina, but people make her out to be this wonderful person who Ethan cruelly murdered when…she’s killing / torturing / eating / maiming her maids. Whether she’s a good mom or not, her “daughters” are girls she presumably kidnapped, experimented on, killed and then kept prisoner once they mutated ( even if they’re weak to the cold and it’s to protect them.) They might have imprinted on her but they have no identity outside of Alcina ( she literally branded them with tattoos! ) and I can’t imagine she’s ever told them who they were before, as they seem to have no memory of it. Whether she genuinely loves them or not is up for debate but I think she definitely sees them as property. She is basically Miranda 2.0 and seems to want to imitate Miranda, but only one of them gets lots of hate. I think she’s fascinating and I like her, but fandom has absolutely declawed her.

Donna too, just because she’s mentally ill ( which is never specified in Miranda’s notes which could be anything, and god knows what Miranda considers mentally ill ) gets so infantilized as if she isn’t a grown woman who knows what she’s doing. The gardener’s death could be accidental, sure, but she knew what she was doing and a lot of the imagery, especially all the pier piper paintings in her house, suggests she’s been killing children ( purposely or not ) - there’s no children in the village and no one ever mentions any outside of Eva or Rose!

Villains are wonderful and interesting, and each lord is fascinating but it’s so weird to me people say they like these characters and then seem to change or ignore anything about them in canon.

I agree! I love Alcina as well, I think she’s an excellent first boss to illustrate the departure from RE7 and it’s realism, because she’s as over the top as it gets with the four lords. She’s 9”6, has daughters made of flies, lives in a huge castle and turns into a dragon when she gets stabbed by a poisoned knife. She’s fun, and part of what adds to her over the top nature as a villain is the sheer amount of violence and destruction that comes along with her.

I would say that technically it was Mother Miranda who kidnapped the girls, or at least stole their corpses, since Alcina recounts Mother Miranda bringing her the girls. Regardless of this, Alcina was still complicit in this experimentation and just kept the results of it. To me, Alcina’s value of the daughters has always seemed to be placed on the fact that Mother Miranda gave them to her. She does not treat the girls like children she cares about, she just orders them to do her dirty work for her regardless of the danger it presents for them, while Alcina - who is almost endlessly durable and much more capable of killing Ethan - just roams around the castle. You are absolutely right in saying that Alcina is close to being a second Mother Miranda. She is the only person who’s opinion Alcina really seems to value, and in terms of their actions and the amount of people they have each killed or in some other way harmed, Alcina comes the closest.

I hadn’t actually considered the imagery in Donna’s house, but that’s a very good point! The one I always remember is the painting of a pregnant woman that falls when you pass it, which is a nice addition to the theme of the house with its warped imagery and recounting of Mia’s pregnancy and Rose, so environmental design in House Beneviento is very intentional especially in that regard. Donna’s method is so interesting, and the potential of her victims being children - which would explain why there are no children in the village and why there are so many dolls hanging around her property, perhaps to lure them in - is something I really would like to see more people discuss rather than absolving her of all wrongdoing because of this supposed incapability she has to understand her very calculated actions and what she shows Ethan. I love both of these evil women! Let them be evil! They’re more interesting that way!

[amerrierworld]

brain.

I chewed the end of my pencil’s eraser, the flavour off-putting but not unwelcome. Looking at my pile of drafts and blurb prompts, the brief inkling of my motivation that I had earlier seemed to be slipping away.

“You know, this would be a lot easier if I became obsessed with something new again, quickly,” I grumbled, abusing the delete button on my keyboard as I rewrote a sentence again.

“What’s wrong with the things you’re currently obsessed with?” A low chuckle came from the other side of the room. Lou stepped through the doorway and to the side of my desk, planting reassuring hands on my shoulders. “Just write another steamy fic about me... You’ve got plenty already.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to just write about you, no matter how much I love writing about you,” I look up at her and she tuts, stealing the pencil from my mouth. “I have to keep up with different things!”

“Well, you keep promising them you’ll write more about us,” Hela grumbled from the couch in the back of the room, pointing between her and Alcina, who was hunched over uncomfortably in the small office space. “How many parts does Babysitter still need to finish the story, hm?”

“Don’t start,” I groaned, hiding my face with my hands.

“And Songbird was supposed to be just three parts, right? Now what, you’ve given yourself about ten total? You think you’ll have the stamina for that?” The Countess added.

“You’re not helping! Any of you!” I snapped, closing my laptop and getting up. “I need a drink.”

“I hope it’s one of my brands,” Alcina commented. “You know they’re the best.”

“I don’t drink blood-wine, Alci.” 

Lou, trusty Lou, followed me around the elaborate palace of writing I had constructed for myself, flicking through a notebook of drafts and characters from my recent writings. 

“You really stuck around with this, didn’t you?” She gestured to the pages of scribbles.

“What?” I asked, grabbing a glass from the cabinet in the kitchen. 

“Me, Debs, Hela, Carol, Alci, basically everything Cate Blanchett played and then some.”

“Oh, shut up,” I growled. “I wrote about some other characters too you know!”

“Yeah, years ago,” Thorin muttered, sitting at the kitchen island next to Obi-Wan. “We both barely got any mention. Fili’s story took years to finish, didn't it?”

“Boys, I promise I still love all of you. It’s just that the women characters have been more on my mind recently.”

“Well, you haven’t written about all of Cate’s characters,” Valka muttered, and Bernadette nodded. “When are you gonna invite Lydia in?”

“When I have the stamina to even begin thinking about such a complex character! I could barely write one fic about Lilith as it is!”

“Oh, sorry, we’re not complex enough for ya!” Karl snarled, chugging back my entire last bottle of wine. “This is shit, by the way.”

“Hey! That was my last bottle.”

“This is your dream, just think up another,” he scoffed, chucking the bottle into the sink.

“Just pick something! Anything will work, and to be honest, I’m surprised you haven’t written about me yet,” Legolas sat perched on one of the tables, fiddling with the ends of one of his arrows. “There’s loads in Fellowship you could write on.”

“Jesus Christ, where’d you come from? And no, I can’t just pick something! I need a good explanation for my insane hiatus... again!”

“Ah, you’ll be fine,” Bernadette replied. “The loyal fans will understand.”

“Don’t call them fans,” I muttered. “I feel weird thinking that people out there actually enjoy my writing.”

“Besides,” she kept going, “You’ve been coming and going as you please anyways since the start! Isn’t that indicative enough that you can take all the time you need if you need it?”

“Doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty though!” I sighed. “I feel like I owe my writing another piece. Something good. But that’s scary, because what the hell is supposed to be good? And what if no one reads it? It’s not even a ground-breaking novel, it’s just silly little paragraphs about characters that aren’t even mine.”

“So what?” Lou crossed her arms, leaning against the doorway -- her best place to pose. “You like writing it, so write it. Doesn’t matter if people read it. You don’t even have to post it, if you don’t want.”

Galadriel walked in beside her, hands deftly clasped in front of her. “There’s plenty to write about, meleth-nin. You’ll find something. If it’s not a fic like this, maybe something else. And if something is unfinished, let it be. That’s what the process is for.”

I opened the kitchen cabinet, and sure enough, there was another bottle of wine. But, instead, I reached for the apple juice next to it. It was nice and cold, despite not being in the fridge. God, I loved imagining things. 

“I could write more smut -- people like reading it, and it’s fun to write,” I shrugged after chugging half a glass. “But what if I should try something more? Maybe a couple parts to a story, like in dreams, but just stop it after a few, and not force myself to think of it as a massive novel with endless chapters? That’s what happened with Babysitter... I had a fantastic idea and now I’m scared to take it somewhere.”

“Maybe one day you’ll finish the big ones,” Obi-Wan mused, stroking his beard from the table. “You could always try a different series that you’ve already seen, watched, and loved. Maybe that’ll get the ball rolling. There’s lots more to Star Wars than just me.”

“I know, but I love you,” I pouted. “And Star Wars is massive!”

“So is Tolkien,” Thorin shrugged. “You’ve written about us plenty.”

“Could’ve written about me,” Loki grinned. “You basically did, of course, but you made me more the side-character. I think I would do really well as the protagonist--”

“Maybe take the time to watch new stuff, you know, the things you keep saying you’ll get into, but then don't?” Debbie suggested, pulling out a massive list of my to-be-watched and to-be-read. I pouted again, I wanted to, but had no idea where to start.

They had all entered the dining room now, Alci sitting on the floor to make room for her head. And they all looked at me expectantly. There was a typewriter on the table.

“Oh, no, absolutely not. I’m not writing something while you’re all sitting here watching me.”

“Well, what’ll it be then?” Hela countered. “You’re gonna finish this fic and be done for the day -- or should I say, year?”

“I don’t know what to write about!”

“Write about this,” Bernadette said, gesturing wildly around the room. “And then maybe something new will happen after.”

“You know, this is definitely a fever dream,” I grumbled. “I could never look a so many of Cate Blanchett’s characters at once and be able to form complete sentences.”

Three peculiar flies landed around the typewriter, buzzing haphazardly. Alcina shooed them away and the three daughters materialized, hanging from the chandelier.

“If you break that, you’ll pay for it!” I warned.

“If we break it, that means you made us break it!” Cassandra cackled. “Can’t win, sweetie. Not even in your own daydreams.”

“No, I suppose not,” I slumped in the chair and looked at the blank page. “Writing fic isn’t meant to feel like a chore, right?”

“Don’t ask us, we’re not writers,” Karl grumbled, sitting at a plate of hot food piled high. 

“Where did that come from?” I gaped. He wagged a finger in the air in thought while chewing a massive piece of steak.

“Hmn, I think... you might be hungry. Best get some fuel when you wake up.”

“But first,” Carol said softly, resting her hand on my shoulder. “Write something. Anything. Any word.”

I thought for a moment, the clock in the hall ticking loudly. Fuck it.

brain.

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Terrible or Potentially Amazing Ship Ask (I threw in a few OC/Canon Characters but feel free to ignore): Angel/Melony, Max/Lake, Angel/Lake, Melony/Elizabeta, Melony/Alcina, Mia/Angel, Melony/Elizabeta

Aight I'mma start with the ones that I don't think work for one reason or another.

Angel/Melony

Alrigh so, the main problem with this one is… Angel doesn't date women pfff. Maybe in some AU where one of them is AMAB it would work but as is Angel wouldn't be into it. (Also I feel like Melon is lowkey scared of them). All that said, Angel would definatly awaken some things in Melony that Cassandra doesn’t.

Melony/Alcina

This one I have talked about, and it has the potential to be either really cute or really… weird. Because I think Melony would end up seeing Alcina as more of a motherly figure (and not in a "omg Mommy~" kind of way. Like a legit mom figure way) just because of how Alcina acts. Which makes for some weird…Oedipus type thing in my mind. It just rides a fine line to me and the thought weirds me out pfff.

Mia/Angel

Same reason as Mel and Angel, they don't date women. HOWEVER, I do think these two have a potential for an interesting relationship. Like, the idea of Mia dating a murderer feels really interesting because I think Angel would end up inadvertently giving Mia a kind of complex about the things she’s done. Mia confessing to Angel “I’ve killed innocent people.” and Angel being like “That’s so hot.” and basically telling Mia the shit she did isn’t a big deal. Not that it wasn’t her fault, or that she shouldn’t feel guilty/upset, but that they find it attractive and want details. Because that’s like… the shit they live for. (Watch that translate into their sex life somehow.) I do think the only real reason Angel would date/be attracted to Mia, though, would be genital preference.

Okay, now the others;

Max/Lake

Okay, so, I’ve said Max is straight before BUT this relationship is interesting because it would be a purely sexual thing since Lake is Aromantic. I don’t think Max would ever date a man, or an AMAB Non-Binary person like Lake. Sexually, however, I think he’s slightly more open. I think this would be kind of a… “We meet up to smoke pot and sometimes we hook up” type of thing. Like it’s very Friends with Benefits. I feel like they have great sex, though. Max definitely leads/doms, but they’re both switches for sure, and Lake doesn’t mind getting pulled around. And you know they can go for hours. I don’t think they cuddle or do a whole lot of after stuff, because it’s just not their thing. (It’s also a weird thing of like… Max fucks them, because they want it [and they’re a good lay], but he doesn’t hold any major attraction towards them) Outside of sex, they’re still friendly, but you can tell they aren’t like… besties or anything.

Angel/Lake

I like the idea of this one, but I also feel like it would be kind of one sided. It would start off as a sex thing, that over time Angel begins to take as some kind of romantic relationship (even though Lake never said anything about romance). Lowkey I think it would get kind of stalker-ish/yandere-ish (as much as I hate that word). Lake thinks Angel is really cool and they like hanging out with them for sure, and I think they could grow to have a strong platonic love for Angel, but I also thing there’s some part of Angel that would be upset over Lake not liking them romantically. Overall, a really interesting relationship, but probably inevitably ends badly.

Melony/Elizabeta

SO GOOD IT’S ON HERE TWICE! This is the top tier out of all of these imo. You know these two are HEALTHY AS FUCK. It’s soft and squishy and fucking adorable. You just know they’re both such gay disasters. Melony is embarrassed everytime Liza picks her up and carries her around. Liza is always blushing and clumsy around Melony, and you know Mel finds it adorable. Mel loves hearing Liza talk about plants and explain how they work, Liza always tries to help Mel bake despite knowing jack shit about it. They’re sitting by the fireplace with hot chocolate just snuggling together. Melon is devastated when Liza has to go to Donna’s, but they come over as often as possible and I feel like at some point, when Donna and Liza are closer, Donna would just… ask Alcina if she can have Melony as well, and then the two of them just live at Donna’s. And I think they’d be okay with that.