#Cabinet alcina

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 21 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Alcina goes to scout for the hunters and boy, does she find them. With a prisoner in tow, you feel guilty about his impending fate.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI.

Tags: Light angst, mostly fluff

Notes: Part 21!

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The following day you spent most of the morning and afternoon trailing behind Alcina; helping her with paperwork and tasks as she finished getting caught up from the previous week. Tonight she planned to go out and search for the hunters that have been wandering just beyond the castle grounds and she wanted everything finished before she left.

"What time are you planning on going out?" You ask as you file away some of the papers scattered across her desk.

"After dusk, it'll be easier for me to hide amongst the forest at night."

"That's fair, although you are very skilled at hiding in plain sight in the middle of broad daylight." You tease.

"What can I say? I am a skilled huntress." She quips as she continues her paperwork.

"Huntress?"

"Do you have a problem with the way I describe myself?" She asks, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"No, I just wasn't expecting that to be the word you chose."

"And what word were you expecting me to use?"

"Predator feels like it fits the bill a little better, no?" You say trying to hide your smile and fail.

Alcina side-eyes you and you bite your lip to keep your smile back.

"Predator?" She says, mulling over the word. "Is that how you really feel about me, draga?"

Alcina acts hurt before standing to her full height and slowly makes her way over to you. Each step she takes is calculated, like a lion stalking a baby antelope. Her pout grows into a grin as she backs you up against the filing cabinet and looks down at you, her golden eyes boring into yours.

"Tell me, my love, is that how you view me?" She asks before bending down to your height and brushes her lips against your ear. "As a predator?"

Your breath hitches in your chest when you feel hers against your skin. Before you can react Alcina grabs the front of your dress and hoists you into the air up to her eye level as she stands to her full height. You let out a squeal and she sits you on top of the gigantic filing cabinet. Caging you in, she places both of her hands against the wall on either side of your head and leans in.

"Speak." She commands. The intensity in her eyes have a hint of playfulness to them but it still sends a shiver down your spine.

"I suppose, but it's not something that frightens me." You say as you look back into her eyes. She quirks an eyebrow at you and you lean in closer to her. "I'll let you in on a little secret." You lower your voice. "I actually find it quite attractive."

Alcina doesn't try to hide the smile that pulls at the corner of her lips as she tilts her head at you.

"So peculiar."

"What is?"

"The prey finding the predator attractive."

"Well I find it quite peculiar that the predator finds the prey as equally as attractive."

"The prey has quite the audacity to act so bold in front of it's predator." She says, flashing you a dangerous smile. "Especially when the predator can rip it's prey to shreds in seconds."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You innocently shrug before tilting your head to the side and pressing your lips into the skin on her neck.

You can hear Alcina's breath hitch in her throat. She lets out a low growl as you kiss and suck on her neck.

"You my dear are playing a very dangerous game." She says through her teeth, trying to mask the hint of arousal in her voice.

You respond by nipping at her pulse point and you can feel the vibration of her growl in her throat. She drags her nails down the wall before they rest on your hips and you continue to kiss, suck and nip up and down the column of her neck.

Alcina begins to lose herself in your ministrations, her head falls back and her eyes roll into the back of her head before she catches herself. She captures your lips in a searing kiss and her tongue pushes its way into your mouth. You moan at the intrusion and Alcina's hands grip at your thighs. Spreading your legs wider, you moan into her mouth and your hands go to tangle themselves into her hair. Before you can grasp onto her raven locks she pulls away completely with a sinister smile on her face, leaving you panting, wet, and eager for more. You whine at the loss and she chuckles.

"Oh, my sweet girl." She says, tracing the back of her finger down your cheek. "See what happens when you play with a predator?"

Alcina turns away and walks back to her desk. Her body is aching for you, it's taking all of her self restraint to not turn around, rip the fabric from your body and take you right this second. The only thing keeping her from doing so is knowing she has to finish her work before she leaves and that tomorrow night will be your date night. No harm in getting you all worked up now.

You groan and lean your head back against the ruined wall.

"Ughh! You're so unfair!" You whine. "Come back!"

"May I remind you draga, that you started this?" She says, her eyes trained on her paperwork.

"So?!" Alcina only shrugs in response and you let out another groan. "At least help me get down! It's too tall for me to climb down on my own!"

As you look down you know for sure you'll break an ankle if you try and jump. Alcina taps the pen against her chin in thought before answering.

"What was that thing you and the girls were telling me about? What you do with mischievous pets that are misbehaving?"

Her question takes you off guard for a second and you think. When you realize what she's talking about your jaw drops.

"Are you putting me in air jail?!"

"Ah, yes! That's it. Precisely. I will not get any work done if you continue to distract me." She says with mirth in her voice.

"I wasn't even distracting you all day! I was helping! You're so unfair." You say with a pout and cross your arms.

"Don't forget darling, predators don't play fair." She says with a wink.

Eventually Alcina lets you down and you continue helping her with her tasks. At dinner the girls beg their mother again to let them join her in her hunt but she refuses.

"Absolutely not. Not until I know for certain what we are up against. Plus, the temperature has been dropping at night and I am afraid it is beginning to become unsafe for you girls to be outside in the middle of the night."

The girls groan in unison and Alcina silences them with a stern look.

"We shall see how tonight goes. In terms of both the temperature and what we are up against." The girls become giddy and Alcina gets their attention once more. "Make no mistake, I am not making any promises in this moment. Am I clear?"

"Yes mother." The girls reply in unison.

"Good. Now I must get ready. Draga, will you assist me?"

"Of course!"

She leads you into her chambers and rummages through her dresser.

"Draga, please get me my boots from my wardrobe." She asks.

You nod and rummage through the dozens of shoes she has until you find a large pair of worn, black leather knee-high boots in the back of the wardrobe.

"These?" You ask.

"Yes! Thank you."

Alcina pulls out a pair of black pants and a grey, long sleeved shirt. She lays them on the bed before digging through another drawer and hums when she finds what she's looking for: a black corset belt with straps. Finally, she opens her wardrobe and sifts through the hangers before pulling out a dark brown cowl with a hood.

"That should be everything." She says to herself before she nods and sits down at her vanity. "Draga can you please undo the buttons on my dress?" She asks as she takes the pins out of her hair.

"Of course."

You hop onto the step stool and start unbuttoning the buttons down the back of her dress. She finishes taking out the last pin in her hair as you undo the last button and she stands up and lets the fabric pool around her feet. You stand there for a moment entranced as you look at her, your eyes drinking in every inch of her body.

Alcina's chuckle breaks you out of your stare and you shake your head and to go pick up her dress.

"I am pleased to know I still have such an effect on you." She says.

"You always have." You reply with a smile.

Alcina laughs as she removes her bra and puts on a new one that looks more like a sports bra. She replaces her lacy underwear with a cotton pair and slips on her skin-tight black pants. Alcina pulls the long sleeve shirt over her head and sits on the edge of the bed to put the corset belt. You stand between her legs and fasten the belt around her waist. After that you adjust the straps so they're snug - but not too tight - on her shoulders and nod to yourself when you're satisfied with your work.

"Thank you, draga mea." She says as she cups your face and leans down to kiss you.

"Of course, my love. Do you need anything else? Socks?"

"Ah, yes. Thank you. There should be a wool pair in the drawer."

You rummage through the drawer and find the black wool socks she was talking about and grab them. After shutting the drawer you walk over to her and place them in her hand.

Alcina slips the socks on and you grab her shoes and help her into them. You zipper both boots up and she tightens the laces on the front. She stands up and makes her way back over to the vanity and begins to pin her hair out of her face. You've never seen her do this with her hair before - truthfully you've never seen her dressed so casually before - but she still looks as beautiful as ever.

She stands up, adjusts the belt and her shirt and gives herself another once-over in the mirror.

"How do I look?" She asks.

"Just as beautiful as ever." You reply with a smile.

Alcina grabs the cowl and pulls it over her head and adjusts it on her shoulders. She grabs a pair of gloves from her drawer and slips them on and she's ready to go.

The sun has just begin to set and the last of its light peeks through the window.

"Ready?" You ask.

Alcina huffs and nods. "As ready as I'll ever be."

The two of you walk hand-in-hand down the stairs to the front doors. The girls swarm in and Zina follows closely behind with a bag in her hand.

"Here you are, my Lady. I've packed the usual for you." She says, handing Alcina the bag.

"Thank you, Zina."

Alcina notices the look of confusion on your face and she chuckles as she pulls the bag across her shoulder.

"Most nights when I am out hunting I am gone for long periods of time. So we've come up with a go-bag of sorts with supplies I'll need. Blood, meat, matches, compass, rope, things of that nature."

"I also put a special snack in there for you, mother!" Daniela says with excitement.

"Thank you, bug." Alcina says as she cups her face and kisses her on the forehead.

"How long will you be gone for?" You ask.

"Not until the early hours of the morning I presume."

"Is that normal? Are you usually out that late?"

"Only when she's hunting hunters. If mother were to be hunting deer or other animals she returns much earlier." Bela chimes in.

Suddenly you feel nervous, you're not sure why but you didn't expect Alcina to be out all night. You figured she'd patrol for a couple of hours and head back home. The thought of her being out in the forest alone all night long forms a pit of nervousness in your stomach.

"But you aren't fighting them or actually hunting them, right? I thought you were just scouting?"

"That is correct, although I must be prepared to fight anyway just in case. You never know what could happen and I'd rather be prepared for a fight and not have one than not."

"I guess."

Alcina senses your nerves and bends down to your height and cups your cheek.

"There's nothing to worry about, draga mea. I will stay safe. Even if there is a fight, those hunters won't stand a chance."

"Just be careful, okay?" You ask, looking deep into her eyes.

"I will, iubirea mea. I promise."

She leans in and kisses you like there weren't four other people staring at the two of you. Her kiss was reassuring, sealing the promise she made to be careful and to stay safe. When the kiss ends you wrap your arms around her neck and hold her. You feel her arms wrap around your waist and her hand cradles the back of your head.

"I will come back to you, my love. I promise." She whispers. You nod into her and she kisses you once more before you pull away from each other.

The girls swarm their mother and she wraps her arms around all three of them.

"Stay safe, mother." Bela says.

"If you do kill any, bring one back for us!" Cassandra says.

"Oh! Yes! Please mother? Please?" Daniela asks excitedly.

Alcina chuckles and kisses each girl on the head.

"I will try daughters. If I have any confrontations I need to bring one back as a prisoner for questioning."

"OH! Can I do it? Please mom?!" Cassandra asks as she vibrates with excitement.

"I can't make any promises, but I will see what I can do."

After one more hug and another kiss to the top of each of their heads, Alcina lets the girls go and she pulls her hood up over her head.

"I must be off, I have some distance to cover before I reach where they were last spotted. Daughters, please behave while I am out."

"Yes mother." The girls say in unison.

"Draga, please don't try and stay awake until I come home."

How she's able to know you so well will never not fascinate you. You pout at her demand and she chuckles.

"I promise I will wake you when I'm home so you know I am back safely. Alright?"

"Deal."

"Zina, as per usual you are in charge until I return. I trust you will keep things under control until then." She says, eyeballing the girls as she speaks.

"Of course, my Lady." She says with a bow.

"Excellent. I am as appreciative as always for your loyalty."

"It is my honor, my Lady."

"Have a good night girls, please stay out of trouble while I am gone." Alcina says before scanning everyone's face before opening the door and walking out into the night.

When the door shuts there's a moment of silence before Daniela flies around the entrance hall.

"Oh! Lets play a game! We should chase one of the new maids around the castle!"

"Absolutely not." Zina says. "Ms. Daniela you know well enough I do not allow those kinds of 'games' to be played while I am in charge. Please go and find something quiet and non-destructive to do for the night."

"Fineeeee!" Daniela says.

Zina gives her a warning look before walking away towards the kitchens.

"Ugh she's so strict!"

"I mean I feel like she has to be. Your mother would kill her if something were to happen when she was away." You say.

The girls burst into laughter and you're confused.

"Oh please!" Cassandra laughs.

"Zina can do literally anything and mother would barely bat an eye." Bela says.

"She can get away with murder and mother won't do a single thing to her." Daniela replies.

"She has!" Cassandra adds.

"She what?!" You ask, wide-eyed.

"Oh it was nothing, the girl deserved it and everyone was happy she was gone." Cassandra says.

"What?!"

"That's a story for another day." Bela says, glaring at Cassandra. "Anyway, lets go play a board game!"

The four of you head into the library. A few maids that were in there picking out books before curfew scurry out when you all enter and the girls giggle at their skittishness.

For the rest of the night you and the girls play board games. They try and teach you how to play chess but after a few hours it still makes almost no sense to you. Even when you have one of the girls playing with you, Bela kicks your ass over and over again.

"And that's checkmate!" Bela says and you groan in response.

"Okay, I'm done, I hate this game." You say as you push the board away from you.

"Oh come on! One more! Don't be a sore loser!"

"Bela I'd be a sore loser if I quit after losing one or two games, you've kicked my ass at least a dozen times."

"I've literally never seen anyone suck at chess so badly." Cassandra says as she sketches on the floor.

"Whatever! It's a stupid game anyway!" You say defensively before yawning. "I'm getting tired, we should head to bed."

Looking over you see Daniela curled up on one of the couches, fast asleep with a book resting on her chest.

"Dani, come on, it's time to go to sleep." You say as you gently wake her.

"Is the parlor set up?"

"What?"

"Are our beds in the parlor?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Whenever mother goes out hunting all night Dani usually pulls all of our beds downstairs into one of the parlors so we can hear when mom comes home."

"Aw, that's actually really sweet."

"I'm too tired to do it." Dani says in her half-asleep state.

"How about we all stay in your moms bed then?" You suggest.

"I like that idea. Carry me?" She says.

"There is no way I'm going to be able to carry you, come on, get up."

Daniela growls and reluctantly gets up. She sleepily shuffles into Alcina's chambers with you, Bela and Cassandra. The four of you crawl into Alcina's massive bed and before you know it you're all asleep.

You're awoken in the middle of the night by a loud "BANG" and you and the girls jump up. The four of you rush downstairs and can hear the sounds of someone yelling and crying. As you make your way into the main hall you see Alcina walk in and you freeze.

She sure as hell got into a fight, and a nasty one at that. Alcina was covered in blood, both hers and the hunters. She had cuts, bullet wounds and scrapes all over her body that hadn't healed yet and your heart began to hammer wildly in your chest. Why wasn't she healing? What the hell happened?!

Slung over her shoulder was a man bound by his wrists and ankles, kicking, yelling and begging for Alcina to have mercy on him and to let him go.

"Shut. Up." She growls.

When she sees the four of you run into the hall she relaxes and drops the man onto the ground. He cries out in pain and scrambles to get up onto his knees.

"Mother!"

"Oh my god Alcina what happened?!"

"Mmm man blood!"

"Mom! Are you okay?!"

"I am fine." She says, clearly exhausted.

"Why haven't you healed?!" You say in a panic.

"I am, slowly, but I am. There's no need to fear, draga mea."

"Mother what happened?!"

"I found the hunters." She says with a humorless laugh.

You feel something pulling at your pajamas and you look down to see the prisoner at your feet.

"Please! Please help me! She's a monster!" He cries.

You take a step back in shock, this wasn't a man, this was basically a kid. It would surprise you if he was eighteen years old. You look back at Alcina and she sees the look on your face.

"Keep your filthy man hands off of her!" She says before kicking him away. "Cassandra, take our prisoner down to the dungeon. But do not, and I mean do not harm a single hair on his head. Do you understand?"

"Yes mother." Cassandra says with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. She sticks her sickle into his leg and he cries out in pain as she drags him into the basement.

"Alcina what the hell happened?!" You say as you look over her injuries.

"I will explain everything, but first please bring me into my chambers, I need to bathe."

You nod and you, Bela and Daniela help Alcina upstairs and into the bathroom. Her clothes were torn with bullet holes and slashes and covered in mud. She slices through the remaining fabric and settles into the bathtub. You pour some of her favorite oils and soaps into the tub as it finishes filing and the water immediately turns pink and brown from all of the blood and dirt.

"Are you okay?" You ask with fear in your voice.

"Yes iubirea mea, I am alright." She says with her eyes closed.

"What can I do? Do you want me to do your hair?"

"Thank you."

You climb onto the step stool behind the tub and remove whatever pins remained in Alcina's hair before shampooing and conditioning it. She washed herself before pulling the drain and stepping out of the large tub. After handing her a towel, she dries herself off and the two of you walk back into her bedroom. The wounds on her body still haven't healed although they do look better. Some are still bleeding so Bela tends to them and wraps them up before Alcina gets dressed.

"They're already looking better." Bela says.

"Damn, mom. They really must have put up a good fight." Daniela says, staring at her mothers wounds wide-eyed.

"That they did, my bug." Alcina says as she lays down.

"What happened?" You ask.

"I found a few and stalked them back to their base. Somehow I was spotted and was ambushed by nearly thirty hunters."

"THIRTY?!" Daniela exclaims.

"Approximately, I don't know the exact number. But I killed them all, except the one. He wasn't even fighting, he was just cowering in a bush while the rest of them were slain."

"He looks like a kid." You say quietly.

"Yes, he certainly is young. But that will work to our advantage. The less experienced the hunter the easier they are to pry information from."

A shiver runs up your spine and you try to put the implications of what she said out of your mind.

"Why are you healing so slowly?"

"As Heisenberg said, they are armed to the nines. Machine guns, knives, shotguns, bows and arrows. They had it all and launched one massive assault. My body can only heal so quickly after so many attacks."

"But I thought-"

"It's not the same, draga, I promise." She says, taking your hand in hers. "My healing is not slowed because of the weapons themselves, and none of these are life threatening. The way my healing works is not that I heal in the order I receive the wounds, but in order of which is worse. For example, I was shot in the arms and legs multiple times but one arrow pierced my heart. My body healed that first even though I sustained it after the other wounds. Understand?"

"I do. How many other life-threatening injuries did you sustain?"

"Quite a few. The worst being shot at close-range with a shotgun where my cadou was placed." Your eyes widen with fear and Alcina strokes your hand. "There's nothing to worry about, draga mea. That wound was by far the worst and took the most of my body's energy to heal but it happened quickly. Between that and the other wounds my healing was slowed, but not so much so that any of their attacks could have killed me."

"What can you do to speed up the healing?"

"Blood and rest."

"We'll go grab some of the reserve blood from the kitchen." Bela says.

"Wonderful, thank you girls."

The two of them swarm out of the room leaving you and Alcina alone. She turns back towards you and cuddles into her pillow. She studies your face, seeing the worry in your eyes as you look over the wounds on her body that are taking too long to heal. You're pulled from your thoughts when her finger rests underneath your chin and lifts your gaze to hers.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean what's wrong?! Look at you!" You say as tears fill your eyes.

Alcina sighs and sits up, pulling you into her lap and wrapping her arms around you.

"I am alright iubirea mea, I promise. Please don't worry, there's nothing to be fearful of. Even though my healing was slowed they could not have killed me. I promise."

"But you said-"

"I know what I said before about the dagger, but that's completely different. The poison would slow or stop my healing and keep it from regaining it's strength. Even though I was berated with assaults my healing kept up with almost all of it until it was over. The only wounds that were left unhealed were superficial. It healed any other lethal wounds almost instantly the entire time, alright?"

"Okay." You say quietly as you rest you head against her chest.

She runs her fingers through your hair and you hold her hand in yours and place a kiss in her palm.

"Isn't fresh blood better than the reserves?"

"Yes, but I have nothing right now."

"You have me." You say as you interlock your fingers with hers.

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"Draga, do you not remember what happened merely a week ago?"

"I do, but that's so different."

"I am not comfortable with feeding from you."

"Ever again?" Alcina doesn't respond and you look up at her. "You know that's ridiculous, right? You can't be afraid of feeding from me for the rest of your life."

"Draga I will not do it. I cannot lose control again."

"But the dragon isn't out or trying to come out. You never struggled with it before."

"It doesn't matter-"

"Yes it does!"

"That is enough. I am through talking about this."

"Alcina, please. You have to forgive yourself, you have to trust yourself again."

"Draga." She says with a warning tone.

"You know I'm right. And you know that my blood will help you heal faster than the cold reserves you have."

"I am done with this conversation."

"But I'm not!"

"Enough!" She says as she stares down at you. "That is enough, I am not feeding from you and that is-"

Before she can finish her sentence you slice your wrist across one of her nails, breaking the skin and causing yourself to bleed.

"Y/N!!" She yells.

You hold your wrist up to her as an offering.

"I trust you. And you need this. Please, just drink."

Tears well up in her eyes and she looks away.

"Draga, I - I can't-"

"Yes you can! Hurry before I bleed all over myself and you. You have to forgive yourself, Alcina. You have to trust yourself again. Just drink it. It's not from my neck, it's just my wrist. I know you can do it, okay? I trust you." You guide her face towards yours and look into her watery golden eyes. "I trust you. You've taken such good care of me after everything that's happened. Please, let me take care of you. Just this once."

A tear rolls down her cheek and you offer her your wrist once more. The blood is starting to drip down your other hand as you hold it. Alcina hesitates and you bring it closer to her lips.

"You can do it. I trust you. I love you."

With a shaking breath, Alcina leans towards your wrist and wraps her lips around the wound. The moment the blood hits her tongue she closes her eyes and tears fall down her cheeks. Wiping the blood on your hand on your already blood-stained pajama shirt, you reach up and cup her face, wiping away her tears.

"There you go, see? Just like that. And I'm fine, I'm not hurt, I'm not in pain, I'm okay." You say, whispering reassuring words to her as she drinks.

As the bleeding comes to a stop Alcina licks over the wound once more before pulling her lips away from your wrist. Her bottom lip quivers and she wraps her arms around you and buries her face into your neck.

"Please don't ever do that again." She says as you feel tears run down your shoulders.

"I promise. But you did it, right? You drank from me and I wasn't on the brink of death. You were able to control yourself Alcina. I'm so proud of you. I love you, so much."

"I was so afraid I was going to hurt you again."

"But you didn't. Did you feel like you were losing control?" Alcina shakes her head "no." "See? Exactly. You were fine, you didn't hurt me. There's no reason to be afraid of that - unless your dragon is out or trying to get out. When it's just you and I you have nothing to be afraid of, my love."

"But if something were to happen to you and it was because of me-"

"Stop that. Stop thinking that. The only time I was ever really hurt by you like that wasn't even you, it was your dragon. When you're in control you are never going to hurt me. I need you to know and believe that like I do. Plus, I even have a feeling your dragon might not do something like that again after the last time. But that's a theory we can test another day. For now, when it's just you and me, I am safe when I am with you. Okay?"

Alcina takes a shaking breath in and nods her head. She lifts her head from your shoulder and you cup her face, wiping away her tears with your thumbs.

"I love you, Alcina. I love you so much."

She closes her eyes and a few more tears fall before she opens them again and looks deeply into yours.

"I will never understand what I did in this life to deserve such love from such a kind soul." She says before resting her forehead against yours. "I love you with all I have, draga mea."

Alcina pulls you tighter into her and you rest your head on her shoulder as she leans her head against yours.

A few minutes later the girls return with a large carafe of blood and a glass. Bela walks over and notices her mother's wounds are nearly all healed.

"Mother, your wounds are almost all healed, what happened?" As she finishes her sentence she notices the blood on your shirt and she eyes the two of you.

Alcina says nothing and gives you a look, silently pushing you to answer.

"I helped her out." You say, showing Bela the mark on your wrist.

Bela and Daniela look at their mother wide-eyed and you cut in before they can say anything.

"In her defense, she didn't want to but I went ahead and did it anyway. It was a shallow cut and it didn't bleed too much. And she was more than in control. Everything is fine girls, don't worry."

Bela and Daniela relax a little and Bela sits the carafe and glass on the nightstand.

"Okay, well, I'm just going to leave this here anyway just in case. Do you need anything else mother?"

"No, thank you girls. I just need rest."

"Okay. Goodnight mother." Bela says before kissing Alcina on the cheek.

"Night mom, I'm glad you're looking and feeling better." Daniela says and kisses Alcina on the cheek before the two of them swarm out of the room.

You go to get up so Alcina can rest but her grip around you tightens.

"Stay." She says softly as she lays back down.

Nodding your head you allow Alcina to pull you into her embrace and you tuck yourself underneath her chin. She kisses the top of your head and sighs.

"Te iubesc atât de mult, draga mea fata." (I love you so much, my sweet girl.)

At breakfast the next morning Alcina's wounds were all healed and she was back to her normal self. She went into more detail on what happened the night before, how it took her a few hours to find the hunters and that she stalked them for about an hour before they attacked. She's not sure how they saw her but her theory was that she was close to their camp and spotters found her and had the hunters lead her away from it. She said that they suddenly changed course which raised her suspicion levels and a few minutes later she was attacked.

The fight didn't last very long and although they were able to get a few decent hits on her, they never stood a chance. Just when she was about to retrace her steps to see if she could find their camp she heard a heartbeat pounding away in a bush. She silently crept up to it and grabbed the kid and pulled him out.

Alcina laughed when she described the terror on his face and how he was trembling so badly he couldn't run away if he tried. When she stated tying him up he began to scream. She backhanded him across the face and knocked him out just in case more hunters were in the area and heard his cries for help. When he was bound she threw him over her shoulder and made her way back to the castle. He only awoke a few minutes before arriving.

"Thank goodness for that, he was insufferably annoying and if I had to listen to him cry and beg so pathetically the entire trek back I probably would have lost my temper and killed him." She said with a laugh.

The girls listened intently and with excitement at their mothers story meanwhile you sat there silently, thinking of the kid sitting in the dungeon. It would have been one thing if he tried killing her or hurting her. You probably wouldn't have any sympathy for him if that was the case. But he hid the entire time, he was too scared to fight. And now there was a good chance he was going to die. You knew he was part of a group of people that wanted your family dead, but he was also just a kid. Probably following in the footsteps of his family. Part of you felt sorry for him and hoped Alcina would show him some mercy if he was cooperative but deep down you knew that more than likely wasn't going to be the case.

"Draga?" Alcina asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Are you alright?" She asks, reaching over and placing a hand on your arm.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm fine."

"Something is troubling you."

"I'm okay, I was just thinking of that kid."

"Don't tell me you feel bad for him?" Cassandra deadpans.

"Cassandra." Alcina hisses.

"I know I shouldn't but I do. He's just a kid, and he wasn't even fighting, he was hiding."

Alcina cups your chin and guides your face towards her.

"Your heart is too large for your own good." She says with a warm smile.

"He's going to die, isn't he?"

"Most likely."

"Even if he cooperates? Even if he tells you everything he knows?"

"That's the fun part! You make 'em think you're going to show them mercy if they tell you everything and then you gut them anyway!" Daniela chimes in.

You feel your stomach drop and Alcina shoots a glare at Daniela who shrinks in her seat.

"Girls, that is enough. You are excused. Please let me speak with y/n in private."

"Yes mother." They say before swarming out of the dining room.

"Come." Alcina says, waving you towards her.

You stand up and she lifts you and sits you across her lap. Her fingers lift your chin towards her and she looks down into your eyes.

"You feel empathy for this, man thing?"

"I do. I know I shouldn't. Like if he attacked you, I'd feel differently about it. But he was just scared."

"He let his men die while he hid away."

"I know, but he's just a kid. Alcina you and I both know he's barely eighteen. He's so young. And I would bet he was just there because it's something his family has done for generations. Like what if he never wanted to be there in the first place?"

"Then he should have left."

"Come on, you know it's not always that easy."

"What would you like me to do then? Cut him loose and send him on his way?"

"No, I know you need information from him. I get that. But what if he complies? It feels wrong killing him anyway."

"Draga, it would be dangerous for me to just let him go after he tells us the information we need. He knows too much. Just knowing any of the layout of the castle can be dangerous if he lets the others know what he's seen here."

"I guess. But lets say he gives up the information without a fight, what's the point of torturing him afterwards?" You look up at Alcina and her eyes are gleaming, you remember how they enjoy torture and you sigh. "Right. Because it's fun for you guys."

"Oh, draga." Alcina says as she holds you tighter. "This is just the way things happen here."

"What if he tells you everything you ask for and you don't torture him and just kill him? Like a mercy kill. I know I can't convince you to keep him alive, as much as I would like to. I get how much of a threat that is if he goes back and tells everyone what he saw here. But what if you just did it as quickly and painlessly as possible?"

"Would that ease the guilt you feel?"

"A little."

"Then perhaps. I will consider it. Alright? But let me be clear, either way, he dies. And if he puts up a fight then I will not show him any mercy." She says, lifting your chip up again.

You nod your head and Alcina leans down and kisses you. When your lips part she holds your head to her chest and cuddles you.

"What on earth have you done to me?" She mumbles before placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You look up and meet her eyes. "I'm finding the humanity you swore you lost decades ago." You quip with a smile.

Alcina chuckles and rests her cheek against your head. "That you are, draga mea. That you are."

The two of you sit like that for a few more minutes, enjoying each others embrace. Finally, Alcina sits up and places a kiss on your lips before lifting you off of her lap.

"Will you need to go into our chambers before you need to get ready for this evening?" She asks.

"No, I don't think so. Why?"

"Good, because I am banning you until further notice. There are some last-minute details I need to sort before our date this evening." She says with a warm smile.

"Oh, yeah sure. Can I get ready in there or do I have to go into my old room?"

"You may get ready in our chambers. I will send a maid for you when you are allowed to enter again."

"Okay, that sounds good to me!"

"Excellent. I have some very important plans to finalize and I will not be at lunch. Of course you are permitted to attend although I suggest a light lunch since we will be meeting before our usual dinner time."

"Okay."

"I will see you, my love, tonight." She says before bending down.

"I'm very excited to see what you have planned."

"I am excited for you to see it."

Alcina kisses you passionately and your heart flutters in your chest. She looks deep into your eyes for a moment before standing back up and making her way out of the dining room.

It was still early and you had all day to kill. As excited as you were for your date tonight, your mind kept going back to the kid in the dungeon. Either way he had a death sentence, which still didn't sit right with you. But if you could only let him know that she would show a shred of mercy if he cooperated, you would at least feel like you did something to help him.

Your thoughts began to race in your head and the outline of a plan began to form. If you didn't do anything, you would feel guilty for the rest of your life. But he's just a kid, he deserves some kindness. As the maids enter the dining room to clean up what remained of your breakfast, you head out with a rough plan in place on how you can at least try and help him, for both his sake and yours.

[inlovewithgreta]

Sweet Thing — Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

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Warnings: Praise, biting, marking, spit kink, drink play (red wine), thigh riding, blood kink, etc…

Word Count: 6.2k

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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You were too focused on finishing the final touches of your dessert to notice the tall raven-haired woman glancing at you from across the room as you held your breath to ensure the icing along your cake was precise. Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth as you examined your hard work with the intricate lines that formed the most beautiful pattern atop the cake.

It was one of the other maids birthday's and you took it upon yourself to help her celebrate as you and your fellow workers were the closest to the young maid as she had no family left. When you thought of the idea to make something special for her, you were surprised to hear from Alcina that she was allowing you to do such a task in her castle, as it was your place to care for her, and not anybody else, but the tall woman had her eye on you as you were the newest hire in the castle.

Although you had only been there for nearly a month, she noticed the way you were quick and efficient at your job. Rooms got cleaned without a speck of dust in sight, and she took note of the way your gentle hands moved her expensive decorations around, only to put them back in their exact position after they were thoroughly cleaned. You were never one to pry into Alcina's business unlike the other maids when one would suddenly go missing or there was a new bloody mess to clean after Alcina's daughters were done snacking. You kept to yourself, and that was something that intrigued her.

You knew of the Dimitrescu family's inhuman abilities but didn't dare ask questions out of respect, and with that, Alcina never laid a finger on you. . . That was, until a large pale hand found its way to your shoulder just as you had finished your task.

"Is it finally finished?" Alcina's sultry voice rang in your ears as she blew smoke past her lips from her lit cigarette that sat delicately in its elegant holder between her fingers.

"I think so—" You eyed the finished product, refusing to bring your eyes to the woman towering behind you as she slipped one of her black gloves off.

"Then I think it's time we taste it." Without hesitation, Alcina leans forward, her clothed breasts just barely touching the top of your head as she dips a slender finger into the frosting covering the cake, making you stand completely still in shock at both of her actions.

As Alcina brought her icing covered finger to her face, your head tilted up and eyes lingered on the way her darkened red lips wrapped around her pale finger before swallowing and contemplating for a moment.

"It's lacking a bit of. . . sweetness." She admitted with a frown.

"Oh– perhaps you need to wash it down with some wine! I've heard the other maid's talk about the wine cellar, I could go fetch–"

"No!" Alcina immediately cut you off, catching herself by surprise with her quick response.. "I mean. . ." She quickly looked around before catching sight of an unopened bottle of red wine to her left and picking it up to show you. "This will do just fine. Be a dear and grab two glasses for me." She pointed towards the glass cabinet that contained her favorite wine glasses, hoping to distract you from her fast response as she herself just realized why she was quick to begin with. You mentioned the wine cellar. There were things that happened down there that she didn't want your innocent eyes to see. There was a reason why the Dimitescu family was always in need of a new maid, but for some reason, the second you walked through her grand doors, there was something that stopped her from wanting to harm you, and it was at this moment that she realized she had a special liking to you, and she couldn't control her wandering thoughts any longer.

"Two glasses?" You eyed her curiously.

"For the two of us, of course. I thought you could use a break, unless you'd rather go back to cleaning–"

"Two glasses coming up!"

Alcina held back a smirk as she took a step back, allowing space for you to move freely around her and nab two glasses from the wooden cupboard.

"Where would you like me to serve you, Lady Alcina?"

"What have I said about the formalities, darling?" She tilted her head slightly.

"To call you by your given name. My apologies, Alcina." You bowed your head in respect.

"You're too sweet for your own good. . ." Her gaze immediately softened as she tilted your head back up with the point of her finger under your chin. "That's why you're my favorite." She smiled for the first time at you, and you felt your cheeks heat up at her words. "Now come, it's been a long day and I can't stand another moment in these infuriating heels." Alcina dropped her finger from your chin and clutched onto the wine bottle as she aimed for the door. Due to her height, Alcina had to bend forward to step under the doorframe, completely filling your view with the curvature of her lower body as her rear end was at eye level as she bent her way into the next room with you just behind her, a slight blush creeping onto your face when you noticed your lingering gaze on the woman's body and had to force your eyes away.

"Where are we going?" You question, when you two walk past the parlor where she normally drinks her beloved wine.

"To my chambers. I have a proposition for you."

"Why not ask me here?"

"It's more of a. . . private matter."

"Right. . ." You nodded your head in response as if she could see you with her back turned as the two of you made your way up the grand staircase and down the dimly lit hallway leading to her bedroom. She entered the same way she had to leave the kitchen, with the slight bend of her body, clouding your view once more with her backside.

Your eyes immediately scanned the elegant room surrounding you, as it had been your first time ever allowed into Alcina's private quarters. Her furniture was larger than a regular humans, to be more accommodating of her larger physique. She sat at her vanity with a small huff as she freed her feet from her black stilettos, tossing them to the ground as you just stood quietly at the entrance, fixated on the way her fingers were gentle with every move she made. Even as she was sitting down, her posture remained perfect.

"You can come in. Close the door behind you and pour us some wine." She chuckled when she caught sight of your nervous stance.

"Okay. . ." You immediately came to her side after closing the door behind you and setting the two glasses on her vanity before popping open the wine bottle and gently pouring the dark liquid into each glass, careful not to make a mess with the way your hands were slightly shaking.

"Thank you, dear." Alcina swirled her wine before taking a large sip, quietly humming at the plethora of flavors reaching her taste buds.

With hesitation, you picked up your own glass, and did just as she did, swirling the beverage around before taking a small sip. You hummed to yourself once you got a taste of the wine, as you immediately took a liking to it.

"Good, isn't it?" Alcina asked, before tossing her gloves on her vanity, followed by her large black hat that always shaded her face, freeing her pin tight curls.

"Very." Your eyes were trained on her as she looked at herself in the mirror, taking the pins out of her raven colored hair, and running her slender fingers through her curls.

"Good. I knew you would like it. After all, I do make the wine myself." She states matter of factly as her golden eyes meet yours through the reflection.

"You're very good at it."

"That's very kind of you, thank you." She smiled softly, and you gave her one in return. "Will you be a dear and unbutton my dress for me?" She asks politely.

"Oh- of course." You set your glass down next to hers before standing behind her, bringing your shaky hands to the back of her white dress and carefully unbuttoning the fabric little by little, slowly revealing her pale back until each button was undone. "There you go."

Alcina took another sip from her glass before she stood up, towering over you. "Would you like to hear my proposition?" She asked calmly, slowly sliding her arm out of her sleeve.

"Yes. . ." You eyed her curiously, slightly knitting your eyebrows, and forcing yourself to not tear your gaze from her glowing eyes. "You said it was a private matter?"

"I did, yes." She slid her other sleeve off, and slowly dropped her lush white dress down past her curves, revealing her slightly see-through black laced lingerie set that barely covered her luscious curves.

Your heart immediately started beating faster, and Alcina immediately caught on as you cleared your throat and tore your eyes away from her, instead taking another sip of your wine to cover the rising heat in your cheeks.

"If I'm being completely honest, you're one of the best maids I've ever hired. And I know you've only been here a month but I've noticed how hard you work. It's quite impressive." Alicia admitted as she bent to take another swig of her wine, thinking about her next words carefully.

"Thank you—"

Alcina lifted a finger to your lips, silencing you, before sliding that same finger down to your chest, walking you slowly backwards towards her bed. "And so I had this thought, that since you do so much around here, perhaps I could do a little something for you in return."

The back of your knees bump into her bed frame, sticking you in between both the bed and Alcina.

"Is that okay, doll?"

You nod your head, throat going dry at her sudden closeness.

"Use your words."

"Yes— do what you want. Please." You instantly caved, words coming out as more of a beg than you had originally planned, but with a bit of liquid courage, and a half naked Alcina towering over you was all it took for you to completely give into her control without a second thought.

"Good girl." Alcina smirked, and revealed her long and sharp claws in nearly an instant, making you freeze in place with wide eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to tear this little dress off your body, is that alright?"

"Yes. . ." You were soft spoken and didn't dare move as she gently used her claws to rip your dress open from the front, it fell straight to the floor in the blink of an eye, leaving you shocked that she left you completely unscathed.

"I've been very curious what you've been hiding under that little maid outfit of yours, and I will say that I am pleased with what I see." Alcina admits, yellow eyes scanning your body from head to toe, as the only garments covering your body were your bra and panties. She returned her nails back to their normal red polished fingers and used a gentle hand to push you down at the edge of the bed. An idea ran through her mind as you sat below her, Alcina turning around without saying a word to grab the now half empty wine bottle from her vanity. As her body faced away from you, your eyes couldn't help but land upon her rounded ass and admire her luscious curves as her thong sculpted her ass perfectly, and not noticing how long you were staring until she spoke out.

"You know how I knew you were different from the others?" She questioned, bringing your focus back up to her face. "You look at me with those bright beautiful eyes with pure admiration. Whether it was close or from afar, I could tell you weren't gazing out of disgust or hatred. It was different. . ." She smiled faintly at the thought as she made her way back to standing in front of you. "It was the kind of look you gave me just now. Like I wasn't just some kind of tall hideous monster."

"I mean, look at you. You're not hideous, nor are you a monster. You're beautiful, Alcina. Truly. How could I not look at you with anything other than 'perfect' on my mind?"

Her gaze fixated on you, only sensing the truth in your words, and you swore you saw her cheeks turn just the slightest shade darker than her usual bright porcelain skin.

"And this, my dear, is why you deserve a special treat." She tucks loose hair behind your ear.

"Which is?" You slightly raise a brow out of curiosity.

"Why me of course." She grazed a slender finger along your jawline. "That is, if you'll have me. I won't force you into anything you're not comfortable with." Her face softened, full of sincerity, almost begging you to agree. "Let me show you how grateful I am."

You looked up at her through your long lashes, taking a moment to think about what she was offering, and what you were about to agree to. You knew she meant every word she said. She had respected you from the start, and it was a surprise to both of you that you each had an eye out for each other, and unspoken feelings were mutual.

"Show me then." Her eyes lit up at your words, and Alcina wasted no time in gently pushing you all the way back against the plush mattress, your body falling softly onto the sheets, and holding yourself up by your elbows.

Alcina carefully crawled her way above you, straddling your hips with her meaty thighs, and ensuring she didn't add her full weight to the pressure against your hips, as she didn't want to squish your small human body.

"What do you say we finish this bottle up, hmm?" Alcina flashed the bottle in front of you, and you nodded your head in return. A smirk toyed at her lips just before she took a swig at her new thoughts. When you thought she was going to bring the bottle to your own mouth, she brought it back to her signature red lips, but this time you notice she didn't swallow, but instead set the bottle down on the floor, bringing her attention back to you.

You licked your bottom lip slowly as Alcina placed both hands on your cheeks, and leaned down, hovering her face just inches from yours, causing your back to arch as you attempted to reach up to kiss her lips. Alcina pulled away ever so slightly with an arched brow, wanting words of affirmation before she continued.

"Please. . ." You instantly begged her through your parted lips.

She slightly chuckled before pulling your face completely to her own. Her large hands gently squished your cheeks, causing your mouth to open, your tongue sliding out past your bottom lip just as Alcina spit her wine carefully into your mouth which you took without hesitation. She gave you a moment to swallow before smashing her lips against yours, both of you humming at the new contact.

Her tongue swiped against your bottom lip, asking for more access, and in return your lips spread. She immediately dove right in, her large tongue dominating yours. You completely fall back against the sheets, Alcina keeping her body pressed against yours as her hands roamed your body.

You snuck a hand down to her large breasts, grazing your thumb against her hardened nipple, eliciting another hum from the woman.

Alcina was the first to pull away for air, only to bring her lips to smother your jawline with wet kisses, using a light hand under your chin to tilt your head, giving the woman access to your open neck. She immediately attaches herself to you, sucking and kissing along your neck, holding back the urge to sink her teeth into you once she reaches your pulse point.

"Mmm, you smell divine." She admitted between kisses, slowly working her way down your skin, and leaving soon to be marks along your flesh.

"Thank—" Your words got cut off with a gasp when Alcina nibbled your collarbone before soothing it with her wet tongue.

When she reached your chest, Alcina lifted her head with a slight lick of her lips, bringing her golden eyes to yours.

"I see we still have more fabric to get rid of. May I?" She asks politely, pointing to your bra.

"Yes." You were quick to give her permission, which she took with a small smile, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra before sliding the thin fabric off of you, and throwing it to the side.

Her eyes landed upon your bare breasts almost instantaneously, gazing at their fullness with hunger in her eyes, watching as your chest rose and fell with your quickened anticipated breaths, loving the way you slightly squirmed under her gaze.

"My, my, even better than I imagined, little one. . ." She placed a gentle hand on your chest, cupping her breast softly, and grazing her thumb over your nipple, repeating the same action you did to her before.

She raised a small brow when you sucked in a breath, taking her sweet time in lowering her face towards your chest. Your back impulsively arched, pushing your breasts quicker towards her face, eliciting a deep chuckle from the woman.

"So impatient. . ." She looked up at you through her mascara filled lashes just as she flattened her tongue over your hardened nipple before attaching her lips to your breast. Alcina was gentle with her mouth movements, not wanting to graze her teeth against your sensitive skin, or accidentally harm you in any way.

A hand slid through her soft black curls, just barely keeping her head in place as her mouth worked wonders along your bud before kissing across your chest to pay attention to your other breast.

She slid a hand up to cup your other breast, fingers toying with your nipple and giving it a slight pinch, earning a small whimper to escape past your lips.

She then leaves wet kisses down your sternum, golden eyes watching every little movement of yours, whether it was your quick breathing or the slight arching of your back when she kissed a spot that felt ticklish.

As she kissed lower and lower, her kisses became faster and more needy as she went past your navel. Alcina, while lowering herself down, had her back arched, pushing her rounded ass in the air.

That view.

It was the kind of view that would be etched into your brain and never be forgotten.

She truly had the most beautiful curves you had ever seen.

Her teeth grabbed the thin lace, slowly sliding your panties down your legs, leaving you completely bare in front of her. Alcina's lustful gaze never leaves your lower half as she tosses your panties behind her. Her slender fingers glide past your glistening entrance, spreading your wetness around before bringing those same fingers to her mouth, and sliding them past her lips.

"Mmm. . ." Alcina uses her tongue to lick her fingers clean of your juices. "You have the sweetest little pussy." She hummed, leaning her face towards your wet center and licking a strip up your folds with her flattened tongue. Her hands held your hips down, not wanting you to move from her touch.

Alcina had never truly enjoyed herself as much as she was in the moment with you. She never thought she would've taken a liking to anyone, let alone one of her maids.

A quiet moan escaped past your lips when she flicked her tongue against your sensitive clit. Her fingers kneaded at your hips as she used her full mouth to pleasure you. Chills ran down your spine when she sucked your sensitive bud. She thought to herself how she couldn't possibly get enough of you and your taste along her tongue.

Alcina slid a hand between your thighs, slowly inserting a finger into your cunt. Her pace started off gentle and slow, before slowly increasing her pace little by little. Her pace matched the suction along your clit, and your moans couldn't help but grow louder.

"Be as loud as you wish, dear. I love hearing those pretty little moans."

Your hips begged to buck, wanting to push yourself impossibly closer towards her, but her strong hand kept you pinned down against the mattress.

"M-more, please. . ." You begged, gazing down at the woman between your legs.

Alcina slid a second finger past your entrance, eliciting a small whimper from you at the fullness of her fingers against your walls.

"You're so tight— just relax for me, Angel."

Your eyebrows knitted as you adjusted to her curled fingers, mouth agape as Alcina was giving you all of her attention. With every movement, your sweet spot got pleasured by her slender fingers, expertly curved just for you.

You did your best not to pull on her tight curls when your eyes rolled to the back of your head as her pace quickened.

"Yess, just like that—" You whined, head lulled back against the soft mattress.

Alcina felt your legs quiver around her, as you felt yourself quickly reaching your climax.

"You're close, aren't you?"

"Mhm. . ." You softly moaned out, hands clutching onto the comforter beneath you.

"Cum for me."

Your breath hitches in your throat, legs threatening to close around Alcina as not a moment later, you find yourself reaching your sweet release, coating her fingers with your juices.

"That's my good girl." Alcina cooed, keeping her relenting pace, wanting to see if she can get another one out of you.

Eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as Alcina never faltered, her slender fingers putting in their work and stretching your walls.

As she went to adjust her positioning, her round ass jiggled ever so slightly, the sight immediately being etched into your brain. It made you wonder how one could be built so perfectly, and it made your cheeks red when Alcina's gaze fell onto you, catching sight of you checking out her ass.

Her small chuckle sent vibrations through your core, your breathing picking up as you felt yourself getting close once more.

You tried, but failed to hide a whimper as Alcina quickly switched her fingers out with her tongue, wanting to get an extra taste of you as you came for a second time. Your orgasm hit you harder than before, toes roughly curling as she used her tongue to lap up your mess. She hummed when your climax reached her tongue, savoring every little taste she could get of you.

Her movements slowed as you came down from your high, gently licking a strip up your folds to taste you one last time before sitting herself up, allowing you both to catch your breath.

You watched as Alcina sat on her knees, fingers gliding past her lips to suck off the cum from her now messy fingers, yellow eyes closing for just a moment as she licked them completely clean.

Your eyes fell upon her large breasts as she leaned herself forward to hover above you, hands relaxing on either side of your head.

"You're just the most delicious little thing I've ever had. . ." Alcina spoke softly, her gaze fixated completely on you. "Where have you been all my life?" She asked, fully not expecting you to answer, but was shocked when you did.

"Waiting for you." You admitted with a slight blush to your cheeks, eliciting the most beautiful smile you had ever seen form on Alcina's face.

"Fuck, you're perfect."

Her lips smashed against your own, engulfing you in a quick but fiery kiss.

She rested her forward against yours, both of you relaxing into the other's touch. You never thought she would ever be this close to you, but her touch comforted you, it made you feel safe.

However, your clean thoughts didn't last long when she pushed her full breasts against your own as she peppered your face with small kisses.

"I wanna go again." You blurted out, when her kisses reached your jawline.

"What?" She lifted her head to look at your face.

"I said. . ." You lifted your thumb up to swipe over her bottom lip. "I want to go again," You gazed at her with lustful eyes. "Please, Alcina."

"I see I severely underestimated you." Alcina smirked.

As she attempted to lower herself back down, you quickly grabbed her shoulder, stopping her in her tracks.

"I want to be on top this time."

"Really?" She lifted a high brow, her smirk not leaving her face.

"Yes." You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at her with your best begging eyes.

"Okay. . ." She was hesitant at first, as she had never dealt with anything like this before, and never, ever, had anybody even want to spend this much time with her. It was all new, and part of it scared her, but the other part was relieved that she no longer had to worry about crushing your smaller body.

Alcina repositioned herself to sit next to you, eyes never leaving your body movements as you gently moved yourself to her lap, but only straddling one of her thighs, which she instantly caught onto.

"Ahh, I see now. The little maid just needed something a little bit more physical, hmm? Such a needy little thing."

Due to her height, her breasts sat directly in front of your face, and you had to tilt you head up just to look at the woman in the face.

You run a hand down her chest, fingers stopping at the small clip at the front of her bra that held it closed.

"I also need to take this off. You got to see mine, I think it's only fair I get to see yours too."

Alcina smiled and playfully rolled her eyes at your response, loving the bit of confidence that you had to admit what you wanted.

"If that's what you want. . ." Alcina brings her hands to her chest, carefully unclipping the small clasp and sliding the thin lace off her body before throwing it to the side, freeing her large breasts from their holder.

Your eyes couldn't help but wander across her chest, your bottom lip tightly being pulled between your teeth as your gaze fixated on her breasts.

Alcina watched as your eyes lit up at her bare chest and reached a hand down to your own, bringing it up to her chest, and allowing you to feel her.

Her pale skin was soft and smooth like butter, and your hand slowly slid over every bare inch of her. As you lowered your hand, your thumb grazed over her hardened bud before pinching it between your fingers, eliciting a small gasp from Alcina at the unexpected pleasure.

Her hands slid down to your hips, kneading at the soft flesh as she slowly began to glide your cunt along the length of her thigh with ease as your wetness was still very prominent.

You cup her breast gently and toy with her nipple as she keeps a firm grip along your waist. Your hips start a gentle rhythm, slowly working your way across her thigh, softly moaning as you attempt to push yourself farther down.

Alcina watched with fascination at your neediness for her, and how quick it was for you to be completely at her mercy.

Before you knew it, your free hand had slid down her sternum, past her navel, and landed upon her thin lace panties that had been soaked since she made you cum for the first time. Your gaze fell upon hers, Alcina immediately knowing what you were asking for, and nodding her head reassuringly.

Your hand slid underneath the fabric, fingers gliding over her wet cunt as your hips rocked back and forth against her thigh. A soft moan escapes when your fingers circle Alcina's clit, gently giving pressure to her sensitive bud.

You bring your mouth to Alcina's chest, sending wet kissing all along her voluptuous pale breasts, following the slight pattern of her veins.

"Just like that my sweet girl." Alcina cooed, followed by a deep moan eliciting from the woman.

You do your best to fit her tit into your mouth, flicking your tongue against her nipple. Alcina's grip only grows tighter along your hips now that you weren't the only one getting pleasured, her trying to hold back her long line of deep moans at the contact she's been craving oh so much. Your fingers were doing wonders for her, pleasure coursing throughout her entire body in a way that had her going feral on the inside.

Alcina's hunger for you only grew stronger when you curled your fingers inside her needy cunt, her head lulling back at the sensation. Your movements, now turning slightly erratic as you felt a knot in your core.

"Alcina. . ." You softly moaned out her name, feeling yourself quickly spiraling towards your third orgasm.

Your soft moans harmonized perfectly in sync with her deep ones, both of you getting lost in the mountain of pleasure you were giving each other. You only gave her a moment to adjust to your fingers before you matched them with the pace of your hips, her wetness quickly dripping down your fingers and into the palm of your hand.

"Fuck— just like that." Alcina moaned out, eyes reopening and gazing back down at you, watching your frantic movements along her thigh and your lips wrapped around her nipple.

Her eyebrows knitted just as your breath caught in your throat, both of you completely on the brink of an orgasm.

"Cum with me, Y/N." Alcina tried to order but it came out as more of a beg, but she didn't care. All she wanted was for the two of you to finish at the same time.

You nodded your head frantically, vision going blurry as you came along her thick thigh. Not a moment later, Alcina deeply inhaled as your palm hit against her clit, causing her to cum just a moment later with a drawn out moan.

"Fuck—" You whimpered, legs shaking around her thigh as you calmed your erratic movements, trying to catch your breath.

Alcina was breathing heavily by the time she got through her orgasm, and deeply sighing as your fingers slipped out of her. You brought your hand to your mouth, flattening your tongue against the palm of your hand, lapping up her juices before shoving the same two fingers in your mouth to clean them from her release.

You hummed when your eyes met with hers, loving the taste of her along your tongue. But, before you got to enjoy it for too long, Alcina gently grappled your wrist, pulling your hand away from your mouth to make room for her lips, engulfing you in a passionate kiss. Her tongue slid past your parted lips, begging for a taste of what you had.

After a long minute of making out, you both broke the kiss simultaneously to catch your breath as neither of you had the chance to catch some air.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." Alcina finally spoke after a minute.

"I know, but I wanted to. You pleasure me, so I pleasure you, it's only fair." You said playfully.

"Then I guess next time I won't be so fair." Alcina toyed, forcing you to smile followed by a small chuckle.

She tucked a stray hair behind your ear before her face had suddenly changed its emotions, as if she was thinking about something. Her eyes had glued to your exposed neck, gazing at your veins and listening to the fast beat of your heart.

You watched her swallow with a distant gleam in her eye. Following her gaze, you realized what she was staring at.

Your neck.

"Alcina—" You gently cupped her cheek, pulling her out of her trance.

"What is it, dear?"

"You're thirsty, aren't you? And not for wine."

"Well— Yes, but that doesn't matter." She waves her hand, standoffish. "I have some old blood bags in the fridge—"

"You can drink mine." You immediately offered her.

"No, no. I'll find something or someone else." She averted her gaze, wanting to avoid the conversation of you being a potential victim.

"You won't hurt me." You repositioned yourself and tilted your head to the side, completely opening your neck to her. "I know you won't."

Alcina deeply exhaled, knowing she was dying to have a taste of you, but having a fear of taking it too far to the point where it was lethal. After all, she had a special liking towards you, and wouldn't forgive herself if something bad happened to you because of her being reckless.

"I can't—"

"It's okay." You took her larger hand in yours, interlacing your fingers with her long ones, and giving her hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to reassure her. "I trust you, Alcina. Let me help."

"Fine. . . But just this once." Alcina sighed, hesitating to move. She licked her stained red lips before slowly leaning her head towards you.

You felt her hot breath along your neck, and her hovering just over your skin.

"I trust you." You repeat yourself for her to encourage her to continue.

Her hand reaches for your jaw, holding your head still as she quickly takes in your scent with a deep inhale.

"You smell divine. . ." She admitted, her nose immediately sensing the fading of your perfume with the lovely smell of sex.

Once she found the right spot, Alcina was careful when sinking her fangs into your flesh. You grew silent as you did your best to remain still, sucking in a breath at the sharp sting along your skin. Her thumb stroked your cheek to help keep you calm and at ease.

The pain was mild, and was quick for you to get used to. Alcina hummed when she finally got a deeper taste of you, knowing that you were the sweetest thing she had ever had. Her eyes closed as she got her fix of what she needed most.

After a few minutes, your vision started to grow a tad blurry, and you instantly felt relieved when Alcina slowly took her fangs out of you as carefully as she could. She used her tongue to soothe the faintly reddened area, completely cleaning your neck of any blood.

"Thank you. . ." She licked her lips with a grateful smile and her cheeks slightly flushed.

"You're welcome." You smiled back.

"Let's get you cleaned up, darling." Alcina offered, gently lifting you from her lap and setting you back down on the bed beside her.

She left you alone for a minute as she grabbed a wet rag along with some supplies to take care of your wound. The two of you sat in silence as you used the rag to clean yourself off while Alcina tended to your neck, cleaning the area completely and placing a bandage on top. She gave your neck a small kiss before returning everything to the bathroom.

Once she came back out, Alcina noticed the tired look on your face, and smiled weakly.

"You must be exhausted, why don't you sleep in here tonight?" She offered, making her way back towards the bed.

"Where would I sleep?"

"With me of course." Alcina chuckles as she makes her way to her side of the bed, and takes her thong off before sliding under the lush sheets behind you. "Come on, lay with me." She lifted the sheets next to her, making room for you to slide in at her side.

The two of you faced each other, gazing into each other's eyes silently before Alcina broke the silence.

"Don't be shy dear, come closer." Alcina opened her arms for you.

You didn't hesitate to scoot closer towards her with a small smile, tucking your face into her neck and intertwining your legs with hers. You yawned just as Alcina wrapped an arm around you, pulling you flush against her warm body.

Sleep instantly took over you, exhaustion hitting you like a stack of bricks and you soon found yourself falling asleep in Alcina's arms as she gently traced patterns along your bare back.

She let herself enjoy the peaceful moment, waiting for you to be completely asleep before she allowed herself to fall into a deep slumber with you tucked safely in her arms.

[muffinsin]

hey i really liked that feral cass post, i keep rereading it. was wondering if you would ever consider doing a pt 2?

Hell yeah🙌 have a feeling someone else might like a p2 to this!

Part 1: here

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

You’re carried; far, far away, it seems. You couldn’t find your way back to the village even if you wanted to

This creature- this woman..her grip is tight on you, but not bruising. She snarls at all around you

Leaves, trees, little animals scurrying across your path

Then, at last, far in the distance you can see the tip of a tower. As you get closer, you see more and more. Eventually, a castle is revealed

Only when she carries you towards the rusty gates and heavy doors do you notice what castle this is, just where you have found yourself

Castle Dimitrescu

They say, this is where all dies

Men are tortured and killed instantly, made into scarecrows or thrown aside in the dirt out front

Women are imprisoned, made to work, made to serve, only to be taken, tortured and killed or turned into wine at the smallest mistake. Or so they say

You wonder, will this be your fate? Is the woman carrying you to your death?

It doesn’t seem so, though. The woman doesn’t come across as though she has ill intent for you

She is feral, this much you can say. More of an animal than a human even, perhaps

But, it brings you a certain amount of comfort, too. You know at least, she will not attempt to deceive and trick you

You watch silently as heavy doors are opened and the warmth of the castle greets you

Your stomach growls when you pass what must be the kitchens, the sound alerting the feral brunette

She stares down at you, as though unsure what that noise was. Just as you think she will investigate, though, she keeps walking

You notice, all attempt to avoid her. No one glances your way, all make space for her. Clearly, this woman is just as dangerous as she comes across

You’re carried a little longer, through long hallways with red rugs and white-golden walls adorned with paintings and lights, past wide vases and small cabinets

Then, she steps into a room you know must be hers

Weapons are scattered across the floor and walls and while a bed is present in the room, there is a large pile of blankets, pillows, clothing, even some items on the floor. You immediately recognize this as her nest

And, true to this, she sets you down on it gently. You feel the soft cushions below you, the warm and thick blankets

Around you, you see dresses. Some too big to possibly fit her, some a little too slim for her, but matching hers in color and style precisely. You spot lipstick, daggers, necklaces and rings, books, pictures, pencils, and more among the cushions

Then, a picture catches your eye

You look up to find the woman staring at you, and slowly, slow enough for her to react should she want to, you take the painting from underneath a pillow and pick it up

She only continues to stare for a few moments, then busies herself by biting into some of the pillows and readjusting their position

You allow yourself to breathe, albeit shakily, then take in the picture in your hand

Four women, one tall, enormously so, in a white dress and a black hat. You know this woman. Alcina Dimitrescu, one of the lords of the village. You remember seeing her picture in the church

Then, three shorter women, all dressed in the same black dress. Among them, your feral saviour

The other two look nearly the same upon a quick look, but you soon notice differences, such as their hair colour, blonde and auburn, and the shape of their face

You spot writing at the bottom of the painting; Countess Dimitrescu and her three daughters. Bela, Cassandra, Daniela

“Cassandra..”, you say out loud, trying the name on your tongue

You nearly jump when her head snaps up, her eyes scanning you as though she is attempting to figure out what you want

Again, your stomach growls. You can’t remember the last time you ate

This time, the woman moves

You jump when she leans forwards, the tip of her nose nearly touching your stomach

Then, she growls. Did she think your growling stomach was an insult?

You can’t be sure, but feel too petrified to move even as your stomach keeps growling and the woman- Cassandra- keeps growling back at it

You feel your blood run cold, but eventually speak. You fear should you not, she might attack. You don’t want to imagine what risks that might bring to your unborn child

“I’m hungry”, you whisper

“I’m hungry”- Cassandra knows those words. She has heard them before. Hungry. Cold. Good. Bad. You. I. Yes. No

She knows them, but what are the meanings again? She shakes her head, as though trying to clear it

Then, just when she thinks your stomach will demand a fight again, she catches the sweet scent again

She still can’t understand what is so different, so special, about you

As though to make up for her growls though, she gently, or as gentle as she can, nuzzles her cheek against the round stomach. What a curious little creature you are indeed

She freezes when she feels your hand near her. You’re cupping the stomach. Why? She doesn’t understand. Though, she wants to learn

You watch as her hand reaches out, then sets it on your stomach too. She doesn’t seem to understand, merely copies your movements

The moment seems to go on for far longer than it does. It’s not unpleasant, though

Then, in the next few seconds already, it stops. She jumps up, then, to your surprise, she darts out the room, halfway turning into flies in her go

Cassandra races past maids and so, her mind set on a single goal: to retrieve food for you. She remembers now what hunger means. It means, she must fetch you some prey

Too feral to sit back and think, she races past the kitchens and back outside

It’s an easy task to find you something small for the time being, until she can bring you a nice and thick bear

She tracks sounds easily, her head snapping from one direction in the other. She’s drooling slightly

Then, golden eyes find her prey. A deer, in perfect shape it seems, feasting near the castle grounds

Of course, she can take it down in no time

While lacking her older sister’s coordination and younger sister’s speed, Cassandra still manages to catch up in no time at all, her arm wrestling around the creature’s neck and bringing it to the floor

From this on, it’s almost too easy

But she doesn’t kill for her pride, nor for showing off. She feels no such things, only the urge, the duty, the obligation to catch, fetch, and bring you the nutrients you require

And yet, you nearly scream when the door opens again and a deer is tossed to you. Dead, certainly. And fresh. You nearly vomit at the sight and smell

Cassandra doesn’t seem to understand

She nudges its side with her hand like a cat might do with its paw, her golden eyes searching yours

Her lips part, as though she is about to speak, but no words get past them. Instead, only low growls and grunts

You swallow hard to keep from vomiting as you feel the deer’s blood on your hands

Then, you press your eyes shut when she leans down and digs her sharp teeth into its tender flesh

You hear her feast, watch the blood smear her face when you open your eyes back up

But, she doesn’t swallow the bites in her mouth. Instead, part of the animal’s flesh hangs from her mouth, held tight between her teeth

You freeze as she crawls closer. More and more you feel like prey. Will you end up the same as the deer?

No, certainly not

Instead, you watch with wonder and slight disgust as she drops her bite, the tender flesh falling directly into your hands

She nuzzles your stomach again, and again

“I-I can’t eat that”, you whisper

She looks up, her head cocked. You watch as she picks the piece up again and bites a part off. She eats, swallows, then looks back up at you

You understand what she means

“I mean- I- humans, we don’t eat that”, you clarify

She looks puzzled yet again, and you can’t entirely blame her. You’re sure it must be strange to look after a human when she is surrounded by her family, who you’d bet shares her special diet

You close your eyes, your mouth watering at the memory of the smell from earlier. You smelled cake, you smelled grilled vegetables, you smelled cooked meat, you caught the faint scent of toasted bread, even

“The kitchen has human food”, you add when no response comes from her

You yelp when you’re picked up again. Truthfully, you don’t mind in the slightest, as your ankle still aches painfully with every step you attempt to make

Cassandra, as feral as she is in this state, takes good care of you, you notice

Better care of you than the villagers have done

You smile to yourself as you feel her cool skin against you

Perhaps, you can take care of her in return

[caitlynmeow]

Throwing some questions:

Who's most likely to:

-take others' clothes without asking ?

-laugh in a serious situation ?

-eat the last of something and leave it in the cabinet or fridge ?

-get married first ?

-do something stupid in front of their crush ?

Alcina answers for the Daughters!

take others' clothes without asking?

Alcina: Bela and Cassandra.

-laugh in a serious situation?

Alcina: Daniela.

-eat the last of something and leave it in the cabinet or fridge?

Alcina: Daniela.

-get married first ?

Alcina: Daniela.

-do something stupid in front of their crush?

Alcina: Daniela.

[milkiedimitrescu]

more smol alcina but she lives in my cabinet

i adopted her ♥️

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil’s Den

Chapter 3: In Which Revelations Are Made

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

A paling crest of the sunrise was beginning to appear on the horizon. Alcina would normally be anxious about this but the slate hue of her eyes only admired the brief color before slipping through the side door of Saint Patrick's Old Cathedral. She ascended quickly to the crypts and down the tunnels, passed the large crucifix and into complete darkness.

Several doors and corridors later she stepped foot into the underground city. Hundreds of vampires lived down here; for centuries before she arrived the vampires of New York had moved underground, or to the country - purchasing lavish mansions they converted into strongholds where they could reside without interference from humans, Lycans, of other rogue vampire clans that were hell-bent on warfare.

But the underground cities were truly works of grandeur, art, and impressive workmanship. Had the darkness and ceilings of cavernous earth and stone not been apparent, one would think they were in Olde England, France, Italy, or Spain.

Everything looked as a regular city would. The streets were cobblestone, the dwellings akin to lavish Gothic and Victorian home facades, lamp posts that lined the streets once fueled by fire now replaced with modern electricity. The city went on for miles around, more passageways hidden and leading to neighboring cities all throughout the underground of New York.

Alcina made her way along the cobblestone, ignoring all other vampires and their envious stares. Her manor, which was resided in only by the coven leader, was built into the side of the largest towering vast earthy walls. Ornate and imposing, with a large gated entrance leading to a cobblestone courtyard. The manor itself was made of dark stone, with tall pointed arches that connected to the rock ceiling, intricate carvings decorated the windows and large doorway, and a singular turret on the left side. The courtyard was lined with intricate designs carved into the rock floor. A grand entrance for a grand leader.

Entering the gates with a key they clanged shut and she slipped inside her abode quietly, swiftly, and huffed out a deep breath.

She never asked to be head of this coven, never wished to be a leader, a figurehead, finding ruling and seeing over her own kind to be dull and tiresome. But, if Mother Miranda saw something fit, by the gods and all undead, it was done.

Another clipped huff and Alcina began to remove her long black leather gloves, tucking them into the alcove just inside the foyer next to the coat hooks. As she was unbuckling the thick belt of her jacket about her cinched waist she felt her daughter drift into the room before she cleared her throat.

"Mother, unde ai fost?"

(Mother, where have you been?)

Alcina didn't look up. Continuing to unbutton the form fitting article, hanging it, and fiddling with the soft fabric of her black turtleneck she walked passed her nonchalantly, "Am fost afară, Cassandra," (I was out, Cassandra) she replied straightening her back and smoothing the front of her blouse.

Cassandra was right on her heels, pulling her ash grey robe around her body, "Mother... where is the human?"

As if the question hadn't been spoken Alcina rounded the corner down the dark hallway into the kitchen. It was large and open, decorated with mahogany wood, black furnishings, and gold accents everywhere. Opening one of the dark cabinets she reached for a wine glass, crossed the floor to a large wine cabinet and plucked a bottle. Popped the cork. Poured the glass, and sipped quietly.

"Mother." Cassandra repeated coming into her personal space, eager eyes dripping with concern and anger up at the taller woman.

"It is none of your concern," she finally stated latching her gaze, "she is gone. It is taken care of."

With a short shake of her head Cassandra's emotions settled more on the side of worry, "It's daybreak. You never stay out this long. Where were you?"

Alcina's eyes narrowed exceptionally thin, her lips pursuing the same thinness. Swallowing the wine she sucked in a breath through her nose and straightened her back even stiffer.

"Mother you could have been caught in the sun, you could have been killed!"

"I am home," she nearly spat, "the sun hadn't even begun to spread its rays, will you please refrain dramatics."

With a much louder clank than intended Alcina set her glass on the dark marble countertop and headed towards her bedchamber.

Cassandra was hot on her trail.

"I haven't seen you take these kinds of risks for years - this isn't like you - what did you do with the girl?!"

With sharp swift movements that would have given a human whiplash, she turned on her heels and came face to face with her daughter, eyes simmering with that golden glow, hands beside her fighting the urge to ball into a fist. Another puff of a breath exited her nose like a taunted bull. But, Alcina didn't lose her temper, she took a steadying breath shortly after and replied calmly, "I'm home. I'm safe. Leave it alone, dragă," as her eyes dwindled back to normalcy a steady hand reached to Cassandra's long brown hair and tucked it behind her ear, placed a delicate kiss to her forehead, and reached for the handle of her bedroom door.

With a blink she was gone behind it, pressing her back against the wood.

What was she going to do? Admit to her daughter she had taken the human home after asking her in a near comatose state to stay? That she was possibly headed down a familiar path that nearly killed her once before? Tempting fate in a masochistic way just to feel something again?

She damn near sneered at herself, perturbed by her own reawakened weakness.

Finally hearing Cassandra walk away from the door Alcina retreated further into her bedchamber.

Unlike the rest of the house her room was decorated with white, gold, red, and minimal black. Ornate and baroque in style, but not over the top. Brighter and more comfortable. Why vampires obsessed with all things dark and drab was beyond her, but she refused to blend in. Ever. Her 6'9" height always helped contribute to that, aside from her breathtaking features and high society personality.

Heading towards her vanity she began removing her pearl earrings, dropping them into a marble box along with a few other loose pieces. Removing her black turtleneck she kicked off her heeled knee high leather boots, unbuttoned her snug black pants, tossing them onto the large four poster bed. Once inside her bathroom she discarded her bra and panties in a hamper not too far from the large white marble bathtub.

As she ran the water she dropped in some oils: Cedar, Sandalwood, and Vanilla. Slipping in with a muted hum of relief she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Flashes of memories dashed through her mind and her brows furrowed.

She could still hear the screams echoing in her mind. The silent rage of Mother Miranda. The tightness in her heart. The hollow pain within her core. All over a human.

‘You're a vampire! What do you need love for?! Find one of our own to love - you weak, petulant fool!’

Alcina could still feel the sting in her cheek from Mother Miranda's hand colliding with her flesh.

‘You disgrace me! How pathetic can you be? Perhaps turning you was a mistake. I saw greatness in you - I saved you! You would be dead without me, dead, in the ground. You have power, so much power, WHY are you wasting it on something so frivolous?! You WILL right this. YOU will be the one to end it. You... will end her.’

Her eyes opened harshly. Slowly breathing composure back into herself she swallowed hard.

Her heart ached so strongly.

Pain.

Pain was something she had always known so well. And it only seemed to escalate when she became a vampire. Everything escalated. Every. Little. Thing. Heightened senses. Unmatched speed and agility. Not to mention overwhelming strength. And insatiable hunger for blood, lust, and over-indulgent rage.

It was her rage that kept so many in their place. Alcina was easily renowned at the most brutal, lethal, and beautifully terrifying vampire of the last several decades. That was why Mother Miranda appointed her to this role. As the many heads of other covens, only those who could withstand her without breaking would be fit to help her rule.

She had proven herself. Many times over.

At great costs.

Eventually slipping beneath the black satin of her sheets, Alcina lay on her back, eyes peering to the tapestry hanging above her. Even in pitch black she could see quite clearly. Sometimes she wished it wasn't so. Sometimes she wished her life was once what it was; quaint, uncomplicated, full of freedom, and short.

Closing her eyes once more a newly familiar face haunted her.

Oh, the fragile beauty of you, sweet pet.

Your face, your scent, the taste of your blood, all a ghost of a lingering torment.

So many beautiful humans had passed through that club. So many beautiful souls sucked dry and tossed out like trash. But you... why you. What was it about you that stabbed through her so viscerally and softly?

One of her many powers, one she wished she didn't have, was to feel something about another, human or not, and know things. Unspoken things. Uncommunicable things. It was why she now had her three daughters. She never was able to express verbally why she saved them and nurtured them as if they were her own. A chance at family she was never able to have. It was just something she knew. Mother Miranda was going to kill them anyway. All her trials and tests after she'd turned them proved not to her liking, so like the wasteful tyrant she was, she was just going to discard them like used parts and start a new. Alcina had begged to keep them. Mother Miranda finally gave in, perplexed at her nonsense.

And now she knew you.

A dangerous connection.

She left you in your bed, wiping your memories of any trace of this night. You would awake none the wiser. It was easiest that way, for the both of you. Well, at least for you.

~

Was she a fool to wander back to you?

Yes.

But she did it anyway. And now a warm smirk graced her lips. A knowing smirk.

A smile of reassurance.

There you were climbing into bed; you seemed calm, tired, as you should have been after what you'd been through the night before.

Alcina gracefully and silently leapt off the banister and crouched down a bit more on your balcony until you finally settled. Rising to her full height when you snuggled into your pillow she leaned against the railing and folded her arms over her chest sinking into the shadow, tonguing her teeth at the hint of happiness she felt looking at you.

She had felt your presence the moment she approached your apartment that evening. You were a bit of a night owl, it amused her. As she scaled the building and perched on the balcony 2 stories above you, she watched you curiously as you lingered, staring, studying your surroundings as she was you.

Another sigh. She would admire you like art in a museum, from far away, never crossing the ropes.

If only she could have left the memories.

If only she could risk another meeting.

If only.

[thelightningthatjumpsbetween]

Thirty Nine

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

Sequel of Winters and the Beast, a Resident Evil: Village Story

Table Of Contents

Donna walked with Rose partially to shush her; she knew pacing and bouncing were ways to quiet babies, but also because she wanted to keep an eye on the events, if at all possible.  And those tall second-story windows were made for looking out of.  A windstorm swept over the mansion and most of what she saw was thanks to intermittent flashes of lightning.  The wind howled around the structure.  

Rose was not impressed by the rocking and pacing, and was crying still.  Salvatore had gone to get an array of snacks and peace offerings from a cupboard downstairs; would Ethan balk if he knew they were trying to give his toddler crackers at 2 in the morning?  Maybe, but probably not.  

When Moreau reappeared, his desperate, simpering mannerisms seemed to agitate Rose further.  She flung her arms out, but begrudgingly grabbed an apple slice and bit into it, her cries subsiding into furious grunts.  “Now she sounds like Karl,” Donna mused with a hint of a smile.  

Salvatore brushed a shaky hand over the child’s curls, his uncertain expression melting into admiration.  

“Karl!” He answered Donna with saucer-wide eyes.  “He was…steaming mad!”

“I really thought she was going to hit him,” Donna muttered quietly as Rose demanded more food, which Uncle Sal dutifully supplied.  The still-angry toddler said something in a babble, some command, and pointed toward the room’s corner.  He glanced, but then answered Donna, “Or he was going to hit her.” 

The young-looking woman sighed, and patted the older man’s hand, which was covered with chewed-nails and peeling skin-anxiety-related, for maybe the first time in a thousand years.  “Sal…look at us.  What are we doing?”

“G-getting a..a…second chance?” he said, in an almost apologetic way.  “Helping.” 

“It just feels so surreal.” 

“Is it bad, Donna?”

“No.  It just feels lonely.  I hate fighting, I hate…whatever this is.  Remember the old festivals?  The parties we had.  Remember when the villagers would come together, build a new barn?  Or host a market.  Even though…no one from the outside ever came.  It still felt like…”

“Like a place, not a…a…hole in the ground.  Simple.  Happy some moments.” 

“There are things I miss, even as awful as it was.  We did have happy moments.” 

“Maybe there is time for more happy moments.”  

“I hope so.  Salvatore.  I’m so sorry for…never…I never…I gave you no voice.  Angie was so cruel to you, just as cruel as the others.  I take responsibility.” 

Rose was arguing with this sentence as she took more food and now distinctly pointed at the cabinet, but the adults were still deep in conversation, still staring out the window with a hope of seeing something, having some clue about where the others had gone, what had happened.  Crashes and screeches were the only clues.  

“It’s all right,” he said in a very shaky voice.  “Do you want to know something funny?  The meanest.  It wasn’t Angie, it wasn’t Alcina.  Not-not even the villagers who saw me when they were fishing, and they threw rocks and sometimes shot at me.” 

Her sympathetic stare was the question, and he answered with a trembling lip.  “The meanest…was Mother-Mother-Miranda,” the words were choked out, “... always.  She hated me…the more I changed, the more she hated me.” 

Donna stayed silent, but dipped her head toward his.  He was a few inches shorter than her, and he patted her on the back when she leaned in for the embrace.  Though she was silent, the two were aware enough of their emotions for him to intuit her thoughts.  She had already known that.  She watched it, after all. 

When Rose shrieked, causing them both to jump, and pointed again at the closet door, Donna sighed.  “All right, little one, let’s listen to you now.”  She held out the toddler to Moreau, who looked shocked.  

“You…you’d trust me? To…?”

With an encouraging look, Donna handed over the child, who was still babbling at the closet.  Donna approached it cautiously, her hands drawn up to her chest, plucking at her black nightgown’s collar in a nervous gesture.  Salvatore was staring in awe, as though he couldn’t imagine what Donna might find.  He didn’t even protest when Rose stuck one of her carrot slices into his mouth, he just chewed, enraptured.  

“The only thing here is this,” Donna said in confusion, slipping her hands around a heavy, large, dark purple stone.  It weighed in her hands as she lifted it.  “It feels…strange.” 

“Be safe,” Moreau said in a stutter, clutching Rose.  A new sound came from nearby, shocking them both again, and they jumped at the clicking keys of a typewriter.  It sat on a high shelf.  Donna laughed nervously and sat the crystal back down.  “Look at us, acting so scared.  No wonder they left us here.” 

“I-I’m sure you could be more scary, with your flowers,” he said reassuringly, and Donna dipped her head at the compliment.  

“I’d rather not,” she acknowledged, and then approached the typewriter, which had ceased its ghost typing.  “What could this be?”

When Salvatore had no answer, Donna reached up and plucked the paper out of the machine.  

TAKE CRYSTAL TO ETHAN 

TELL HIM, GODRIC SAYS – 

SHE HAS HUMANITY TOO

“Godric!” Donna exclaimed, remembering the way that Eva and Ethan had exploded onto the floor after disappearing, had needed hours to come down from whatever experience they’d had.  She only heard some of the details from Eva.  She read the note aloud to Moreau, and then glanced at the shelf.  

“Do you think it’s a trick?”

He shrugged.  “Ethan would want to know,” he acknowledged.  

“How do I get there?”

“Maybe…maybe you can travel the way Eva does?” 

Donna sauntered to the crystal; she picked it up again, holding it in one hand, the typewritten note in another.  

“I’m afraid I’ll get lost.  Ethan seems to have poor luck when he…”

Salvatore made a strangled noise at the window.  He pointed, and Donna ran, looking at the horizon for the worst-case scenario.  But there was nothing to see, other than a faraway white blur….headlights?  And the resonant screeches and thumps.  Sal was pointing downward.  “A loose horse!  Is that–”

“Ronin!”  Salvatore had plenty of stabling experience, even though most horses shied away from him in his later years.  He’d known this particular horse a very long time, perhaps over a century now.  “But where is the carriage?  He has no harness, no collar.” 

“Perhaps the Duke is camped nearby…We can return him later, but this feels like fate,” she said excitedly, grabbing her loose hair and twisting it into a haphazard braid.  She tied it with a piece of string from her nightgown.  Rose was now chattering happily, seeming to realize the message had been conveyed.  Donna looked around the room hopefully, and saw an old-fashioned cloak draped over a nail–it had likely been there for a century.  She cringed, thankful at least for her rain boots, as she pulled the moth-eaten grey fabric around her shoulders.  It had no hood, and she sighed in frustration.  

Moreau bit his lip.  “You think—you want me to go instead?  You watch Rose?”

Donna’s eyes were wide.  “I…I think I need to do this,” she said in a voice brimming with fear, “And besides, you know I’m the better rider.” 

In fact she was a very accomplished rider, and had an almost unnatural way with the large animals.  Maybe it was because they shared similar traits; shyness, a love of quiet, a habit of attracting unwanted attention from others, and palpable inner strength, all traits that were ignored when it came time for work.  Salvatore nodded wistfully, remembering the glory of the former days when Donna regularly rode.  Before her cadou.  Unfortunately, by then, he’d already begun to look relatively grotesque.  Their acquaintance was made mostly by moonlight, simply because he feared scaring her.  

She left in a flurry of grey cloak, and he watched from the window as the horse stood expectantly outside, stamping at the ground.  Several minutes passed and the dark form of the woman appeared, wrapped in the cloak, a large satchel across her shoulder containing what, apparently, Ethan needed.  

Salvatore and Rose both watched, mesmerized, as Donna approached the buckskin in a gentle, yet urgent way.  Moments later she’d somehow scrambled on his bare back, and without reins, grabbed the horse’s mane and urged him forward with the faintest of nudges.  

Since there was no light around, she disappeared on the road almost immediately, and Salvatore held his breath as he continued to seek the dark night for clues about what was happening.  Rose yawned, content in his arms, and he beamed when he realized she would go back to sleep soon.  

—-----

Ethan and Karl were flanking the creature, Ethan making use of the rifle and Karl still gleefully flinging metal toward it.  Alcina was entirely overwhelmed by the sight of these two working in unison against…well… her .  She gazed at the monster with something between disgust and pity.  This had been her legacy?  When she’d first transformed, Alcina was horrified, despite having already degenerated into murder many times over.  She never wanted to be a freak, never wanted to be anything but grace personified.  Instead, she’d become this thing, and Miranda had been delighted.  

Well, eventually.  At first the religious leader was stunned; she wanted to study the transformation, wanted samples.  She seemed jealous, almost, and had remarked about the great power within Alcina afterward.  Eventually Miranda warmed to the idea that her adopted daughter had an even larger, even more terrifying presence.  Alcina had always hoped, believed, after that, that she had won favor.  

So much for that, she thought bitterly.  

In truth, for all of Ethan’s energy and the promise that things were ‘lovely’, Alcina had no desire to be here.  She was wet, cold, barefoot, and she had no one.  Her daughters were gone.  She had no one else, never had…and of all the final insults, Karl damned Heisenberg was here, creating a larger-than-life magnetic field and wielding an electric hammer as if to add one more insult to the pain.  She contemplated leaving Ethan’s side and waltzing forward toward the beast, ending them both.  

Ending them all, perhaps.  Who cared?

She took a steadying breath.  She could bolt.  It was only perhaps one hundred feet away.  There was nothing that either man could do to stop her.  Right? They might not even try.  Ethan wanted her to do this. 

A loud, bone-rattling thunderclap sounded, and Heisenberg stumbled backwards as his field fell; he put a hand to his head as if he’d been struck.  The trio did not have to look far for the source of the sound; a black hole appeared within the pitch black of the night, and a form stepped out of it.  Heisenberg’s hammer was ringing as he built back up another field, his eyes darting between the woman in front of them, the beast stalking the treeline, and the truck, behind everyone.  

“She really here, Ethan?”

“No,” he said angrily, the wind stinging his eyes as he only barely lowered the rifle.  He could sense that she was more…tangible, than she’d been during the ceremony.  He could probably touch her, but she couldn’t touch them.  “No, she doesn’t have a body.”  

“Not yet,” Miranda agreed, her voice a hiss, like a snake.  She ignored Karl as she usually did and strode instead toward Ethan.  He raised the gun and his frown returned, as the truck creaked independently behind him.  “But I will, soon, Ethan.” 

He fired a round; it went past her, and Karl stepped even farther back, trying to juggle whatever the hell it was he was trying to do.  Alcina paused in her suicide mission, wondering if she could take out her tormentor.  She drew herself up haughtily despite standing in the rain in a nightdress.  Miranda, however, only had eyes for Ethan. 

The beast roared, and suddenly the truck they’d arrived in soared over their heads, groaning as it was hurled by the engineer at the creature.  It ripped apart midair, a purposeful act by Karl; Alcina saw fluid spraying from the carcass of his beloved vehicle.   In another moment he’d struck the broken, twisted parts of metal with a carefully aimed (was that possible?) lightning bolt; the gasoline ignited in a fury, lighting the field-and the creature-as it screamed.  Alcina’s voice echoed from it, cursing Heisenberg.  

“You have learned something…something which I need to know,” Miranda said hollowly to Ethan, ignoring the general chaos behind her.  “I sensed it earlier.  You have been near its resting place.” 

“ It ?” He thought of the man made of ice, the sarcophagus with the strange crystal.  

Her eyes lit up.  Goddammit, could literally anybody stay out of his fucking head? 

“Yes, Ethan, that’s it,” she said in another hiss, drawing even nearer.  The dragon yelped, downed for a moment, on fire.  Karl pulled the hammer back.  “Think of it.  The location of the damned.  Where is it?”

He knew better.  He glared at her, thinking of the kind Miranda stranded somewhere in the consciousness.  Then he thought of Alcina’s pale arm catching moonlight.  He thought of Karl’s ass in those cargo pants, in fact, thought of Karl’s ass in several other compromising positions.  Miranda’s face twisted into an expression of rage.  

“Fuck you,” he answered, and thought of Mia’s long, brown hair in the Texas sunlight.   Ethan grasped the rifle in his right hand and drew his left back.  He remembered the night of the ceremony, how the white showers of sparks had left Eva’s crystallized palm and hit Miranda right in the chest.  His anger outweighed any curiosity he might have had about her next movement, and he could only hope his own attempt was as powerful.  

When he emptied every ounce of anger into the throw, a shower of golden sparks erupted and blinded everyone, blazing more brightly than Karl’s gasoline lightning trick.  The Lord, and his sibling, shielded their eyes as Miranda flew back into the darkness, disappearing.  Her wail of rage faded, and Alcina stared at the black-eyed father with a new sense of admiration.  

“Karl, look out!” Eva appeared in the fray, pushing the engineer away as another form stumbled into reality directly behind her.  At first, Ethan was confused, but then he realized who was wielding the familiar sword.  Karl yanked the air and the blade almost left the man’s hands, and both laughed.  The same laugh.  That beautiful laugh.  

“It’s Heisenberg’s twin,” he explained breathlessly to a very sick-looking Alcina.  She watched the pair of brothers as they sparred, putting on a show of loud insults as they had last time.  Her voice was full of despondent sarcasm.  “There are two of him?  This is surely hell, curated to my specifications.” 

Ethan snorted and then abruptly pulled her behind him.  Miranda had reappeared, and a gaping, black-bleeding hole was in her abdomen.  But she straightened, with effort.  “I will take what is due,” she spat.  “If I have to tear that eyesore of a building down, stone by stone, then I shall.”

Alcina shoved Ethan aside and he nearly toppled over, not anticipating her strength.  He would need to reload soon; he cautiously let her take the lead as he aimed for the dragon-like beast.  

“How could you do this to me?  Using my own mutation…use me, in this way?”  Alcina’s long arm gestured to the screeching, wounded Remnant.  The Heisenberg brothers, probably purposely, danced around it, some of their blows landing near or on it.  It was spinning, twisting, trying to follow them as they taunted each other in German.  Karl continually tried to yank the metal sword away from his phantom brother.  

Miranda narrowed her eyes.  “Had you been looking through the castle properly, you would have found it.  I gave you that task many years ago.” 

“You gave me nothing but tasks!  Meaningless, idle!  I couldn’t live, I couldn’t leave! You made me a monster and then locked me away.  And now you have taken my power, the only thing I had left, and turned it into a mockery.” 

Miranda looked bored.  Ethan took the opportunity to reload.  

“Your power? I gave you everything.  This,” Miranda’s golden-claw-covered hand swept toward the monster.  “This is my legacy, my creation.  This beast was owed to me.  Now I can control it, as was meant to be.” 

Ethan considered winding up another golden spark ball.  He was getting pretty sick of listening to this shit, and as he fired another round at the beast, he wondered if bullets were even affecting it.  Was it here ?  Was it between realms, like Miranda?  Perhaps she’d purposely made it that way.  Unkillable.  Ah, fuck.  Fuck.  

If this is what one fragment did, he didn’t want to see what the whole thing could do.  

Ethan shrugged the rifle over his shoulder, putting it away, having realized that it was useless.  Then again, the whole crystal was a part of his beautiful, wonderful daughter.  That’s what the whole thing could do.  He smiled to himself.  To Alcina, he said, “Don’t listen to her, she’s just trying to piss you off.  Make you as miserable as she is.” 

Eva suddenly appeared again, feet away from Miranda, and scolded, “Look at this destruction.  What would you even do with a daughter if you had one?” 

He’d never heard her speak directly to Miranda.  Eva’s voice was shaky, and angry, hurt, in a way that Ethan had never heard before.  Both he and Alcina stared at the exchange.  Miranda looked confused, then annoyed.  Before she could answer, Eva had repeated Ethan’s move; her palms came upward, and a bolt of white energy and sparks erupted from her hands.  Miranda barely had time to cry out, enraged again, as her ephemeral form disappeared.  For the moment.  

When Eva turned to look at him, he saw a trace of misery on her usually placid face.  But then she smiled sadly.  “I suppose you know too.  I just realized…the creature…it is not…”

“Karl,” Ethan yelled across the field, “We can’t hurt it.”

“Like hell,” came the loud reply from somewhere in the dark.  

“No, I mean…we can’t KILL it…it’s like Miranda, it’s not fully here on this plane.” 

“You got a formula for pullin’ a solid’ bein’ outta a big bitch dragon, Winters?”

Jochen’s laugh resonated, an echo of his brother’s.  Alcina rolled her eyes.  

“No,” Ethan called dismally.  

“Maybe blast it with your fist like you did her a minute ago, that was cool,” one of the Heisenbergs called.  When they yelled, their accents melded, and he couldn’t tell one voice from the other.  

A strange noise sounded from behind them.  Hoof beats.  It couldn’t be.  Ethan was almost afraid to turn around simply because he didn’t want the night to get stranger.  It was going to turn into a Monty Python sketch, he was convinced.  It would be someone banging coconuts together.  

But he was compelled to slowly look, expecting something else terrible to appear instead of his preferred coconuts.

It was Donna, atop a thick draught horse, clutching a bag in her hands.  

“Ethan!” she said wildly, sliding off the horse as Eva ran toward her, grabbing her protectively.  Despite the very large, very deadly mutated dragon creature sixty feet away, the horse was calm, simply shaking his mane as she dismounted.  

“Donna, what the fuck?”

“Read this,” she said wordlessly, fumbling for a folded up paper in the bag.  

[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.

[vgilantee]

I have so many oanty dropping blorbos lmfaooo. Let's see here... *flipping through my mental filing cabinets* there's Rhys and Vaughn from Tales from the Borderlands, Bobby Fulbright from Ace Attorney (here me out his fan art is incredible lol), McCree from Overwatch, Karl Heisenberg and Alcina Dimitrescu from Resident Evil 8, Nahara + Nadia + Muriel + Portia + Julian + Lucio (Lucio is also a hear-me-out bc he's lowkey a piece of shit LMAO) who are all from The Arcana (mobile game), i could go on but i won't just yet lmfao. Anyways lol, why are we sending in our blorbos again?

-🎧 (also can I be headphones anon?)

🦌 anon asked if they could send hot men to thirst over, and i figured why not open it up to the crowd! and absolutely you can!! I always love when people want an anon sign off, so flattering that yall want to stick around 😊

Rhys and Vaugha: oh. oh wow. yup that's a tag team I would like. the borderlands art style is also just objectively very sexy

Bobby fullbright: there is definitely some very daddy fanart. the original art style is not his hair's friend though alchsodhs

mccree:

Karl Heisenberg and Countess Alcina Dimitrescu: ALL I WANNA DO. IS FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU. A GIANT WOMANNNNNN. my ass is bisexual and you expect me to not want to be the personal stepstool and sex toy for vampire-adjacent, 9'6, mommy-kink personified woman? and I fear. I fear literally rolling around in the mud with Karl would... not fix me it would definitely make me worse but it would do something to me. fundamentally.

Nahara: she's... wow. stunning and her armsssssss

Nadia: she could tell me to bark and I wouldn't even need to think about doing so

Muriel: he would ruin my life but also I want to tug on his harness and have him whimpering at my feet. perfection akdhsofjso

portia: mommy but in the warm mother way. and I want to be under her skirt puh-LEASEEEE

julian: oh I've seen him!! he looks like a mean flirt but looks a little too twinky to pull it off...

lucio: aldjaldja he LOOKS like he'd be a piece of shit lmao. opposite of a pleasure dom, and he knows he's pretty so it's even worse.

[marias-island-of-visitors]

"Well, you should have specified that. Humans right now have this weird challenge where they try to keep themselves from cumming for a whole month. It's supposed to give you an orgasm that makes even the gods wet. But if you really want to be seen as weaker than a human who can't last a whole month I can undo the potion effects."

Gobita knew she was playing with fire right now as she grabbed another potion from her cabinet. The woman was massive compared to her tiny body. She would be a fleshlight to her in every sense of the word, and while part of her would adore it, she knew she would be out of commission if she did so. She popped the potion open as she doused the dick in it, her small hands gripping and rubbing all over the member as she watched it throb and drool.

"Mmm, how would you not be able to attract someone with this? Just the smell alone is making me soaked. Heh, a woman as sexy as you should be frowning in cunt~" She mused as she slapped her balls slightly. She stepped away as she wiped her hands clean, the potion would slowly take effect but not in the way Alcina would expect. Instead of simply unlocking her balls sort of speak, they began to expand more, increasing in size and volume as it felt like she rushed through a whole month of abstinence in a few minutes.

No Nut Challenge: Gobita (Open Starter)

"Thanks for ya patronage! Let me know when you fail to keep your nut in!"

Gobita laughed as she watched the poor souls leave her shop. God, she loved this time of year. So many poor souls came to her shop looking for potions that would curve their sexual desires during this time of year. It was such a silly challenge but it always raked in profits. Especially since more often than not they came back asking for more when they felt how much pressure came to their nuts. The potions while they kept cock soft, would double the amount of cum produced making the challenge more... well challenging. Gobita giggled softly as she saw one such customer come in, hearing their hot and oversized balls slapping into their thighs.

"Heh guessing you need another round of potions? Didn't I already sell you a couple a few days ago?" She asked, a cheeky smirk appearing on her face as she leaned over the counter.

[portraitsofguilt]

SWEET AND SUPPLE. lady alcina dimitrescu x reader

description. lady dimitrescu rarely favored anyone in the castle, let alone a maid like you? this must be a cruel joke or a fever dream

minors dni. lowercase writing intended, nsfw content, dub-con, groping, thigh riding, minor finger riding, blood drinking, mention of blood,

moss' notes. this originally had no notes, but this is to the anonie who reminded moss that they had this in their drafts, hope you like it :D

you were more than aware of the dangers of accepting a job at the dimitrescu castle, but that was almost seven months ago now and you might have seen horrible things happen to others, but nothing threatened you. there was nothing for you to fear anymore, so imagine your surprise when the head maid ordered you to come up to an upper level and expect a new work schedule in the morning.

rumors started to spread faster than then stupidity usually does, the entirety of the staff whispering about why would the countess choose you to take care of her personal affairs. there must have been something she saw in you, but what? you were so quiet, doing your job just as the lady has requested you when sitting down with her for the very first time then she handed you off to the head maid.

with the slightest of amount of hesitation, you followed the orders given to you and a few weeks into your new position you were comfortable to say you were closer to death each day passing. it wasn’t because you screwed up, breaking the porcelain, or not getting the lady’s tea order right, no, no, no- the lady’s questioning and tone was going to be the death of you.

lady dimitrescu monopolized you, making you the only person who was allowed to step into her quarters to clean her room, serve her food if she wasn’t feeling like going down to the dining hall but even then you were the one pouring her wine and cutting her whatever was on the menu that day. she often told you that do not mind any of the other lords when they come over and don’t let them push you around, that you must submit to her every word and you do, without question.

you were grateful for her to say that, to keep you only on the floor of her room, not letting anyone to see you in this ridiculous attire you were given. it was much shorter, the skirt barely touching your knee, the corset being smaller, clutching your breast to your chest so tightly they almost popped out of the dress. you were given perfume, shampoo, body wash, all having much nicer smell than the ones you got before.

“you missed a spot up there, pet.” the lady pointed at one of her cabinets. you apologized before getting your stool to climb up and clean off the remaining dust on top of the cupboard.

alcina couldn’t help but stare, watching you doing your job, tugging the skirt down every two seconds when you needed to reach for the farther end of the cabinet. it might have been an accident or not when she knocked down her pens and papers, asking you to pick them up. this time you could actually feel her burning gaze on your fervent thighs rubbing against each other when you leaned down to pick her things up, covering your panties with your hand, shying away from the countess’ stare.

“thank you, darling, you shall take your break now.” lady dimitrescu said, beckoning you to her bed. it wasn’t unusual for her to do that, a silent ask from her for you to serve her tea in bed this time. you gave a nod as an answer, hurrying to the table where the tray sat and hurried to her side. you put the tray down, ready to pour the warm tea from the kettle but she took a hold of your hand and pulled you onto her lap.

“you are truly a piece of art, pet, you know that?” the countess’ hand caressed your sides. the shiver running through your body wasn’t because of the fear resting in the back of your head, but because of how close the lady was to you. it was no secret that the lady’s beauty never went unnoticed by any brave soul that took a trip to the castle. she was always attractive to you, even more so when you could be this up close to her and smell her signature perfume that before you could only get whips of.

“sweet girl, you know why I choose you, don’t you?” she hummed against the crock of your neck when she leaned forward, her teeth grazing your thin skin. you shook your head, making sure you didn’t hit the lady’s head with your chin, murmuring a quiet ‘no’.

“my darling, don’t think I haven’t noticed your stares; I see everything, I know everything.” her voice was so low, laced with honey as her fingers carefully hooked under the puffy shoulder piece of your uniform and peeled it off of your shivering skin. her lips moved from your pulse point to your collarbone, giving it a tender kiss.

“my l-lady…” you choked on the air in your throat when the corset around your chest loosened, the laces dropping on your sides before the piece of clothing fell forward. you didn't feel her fingers leave your sides, let alone the ties being undone.

“lady di-dimitrescu…” you panted, your hands reaching back to get a hold of yourself on the edge of something, anything, trying to get used to the cold air brushing your nipples and the lady's burning stare eating you up. she smirked, her hand coming up to caress the skin under your breast with a slight chuckle spilling from her lips as you shiver.

"you are truly candy for the eye, in and out of your corset." two of her long finger slid up your breast, pinching your nipple as if it was a stick of cigarette. she had a pleased smirk on her face as you bit down on your lip, trying to choke back a moan that was threatening to echo in the room.

"t-thank you, my lady." you got it out somehow despite the ticklish feeling of her cold fingers tips running down along your spine to take a hold of your now seemingly fragile hip. her skin against yours sent jolts down your body, eating up all the power over your own body having it jerk forward and your clit being rubbed against a stiff wrinkle of the lady's dress.

the sudden pleasure heated your body up to five hundred degrees or more and suddenly lose yourself in a rhythm. back and forth against the lady's messy dress, pushing yourself further into it but the pressure still wasn't enough and the sensation was turning dull. your hand dipped under your skirt, looking to pull the fabric aside but being so eager and so high on the littlest of gratifications your hand shook.

"too rough?" she asked, her finger coming to toy with the front of your panties next to yours all the while her gaze searched for yours but with no yield as your arms swing around her neck for support, head hanging with your eyes squeezed shut. you earnestly shook your head a 'yes', catching her hand and trying to hint at what you wanted.

"awh, darling, so desperate huh?" alcina tore your panties with that one hand, the fabric cutting into your back and pushing you further down onto your heat. you nodded once again, blabbering something incoherent as you positioned yourself so your slick lips opened up and exposed your puffy clit to her muscle.

"that's good, keep doing that, ride my thigh pretty girl." her hand stayed under your skin, her thumb ghosting over your nerve bud. lady dimitrescu thought you were going to continue your whining, actually trying to get out understandable words that were pleading for her to put her fingers inside. you held more surprise than she thought.

you rode the lady's thigh like it was a rodeo and you were just about to win, one hand gripping alcina's shoulder while the other supported you behind your back on her knee.

"my lady... i-i'm gonna come!" your mouth opened wide, head hanging so low it was almost buried between your lady's chest. that familiar knot that you rushed all the nights you treated yourself forming in your stomach. it was embarrassing how quickly you neared your edge, screaming lady dimitrescu's name before spilling all over her. it was dazzling, white dots appearing in your already foggy vision as your hips violently jerked back and forth in short sessions. you looked like a dumb little bunny, mindlessly rutting against its owner's leg as you rode the last waves of your orgasm.

"must i mention the mess you have made?" she mentioned as you were coming down from your high, sliding her fingers out of your skirt and onto her lip. she hummed at the delicate taste of your weeping cunt, planning ahead when she gonna taste your honey from its very home.

"apologies, my lady." you breathed, pushing yourself between her legs while your hand pushed her dress further up to her waist. you pressed a few shaky kisses to her thigh before flattening your tongue on the top of it, licking your juices off of your lady's chilly skin.

"you and i are gonna have much fun, pet." she laughed, caressing the back of your head with a content expression on her face.

[wallflowerimagines]

The Lords react to a S/O that is kind of emotionally distant? Not purposely, of course they love their respective partner. They just have a hard time opening up fully. Who tries to pry their way in? Who gets so fed up they just like, snap? And who's like "nah fuck you I'm gonna love you TWICE as hard"?

*Researches details of emotionally distant relationships*

*Considers therapy*

But seriously friend, this one was fun, thanks for the ask!

Warnings: swearing

Alcina Dimitrescu

Friend. Buddy. Pal.

As socially adept as she is Alcina is also a little... Impatient with this type of partner?

She wants to spoil you. She wants to make you swoon. She wants you to look at her with stars in your eyes because she treats you so well.

Most importantly, she wants you to trust her like she trusts you.

Her love for you has always tinged on the possessive side, but when you look at her and she can see you shut down or hold yourself back... It brings forward some darker, more manipulative tactics.

IT'S Not MALICIOUS, I want to make that super clear, but she will involve you in situations that will force you to rely on her.

She's low-key trying to train you into opening up to her. She'll have maids be "unavailable to help you" so she can do it instead, put you in a unwanted social situation that she helps you escape from, asks your opinions on important business ventures and takes your advice to heart, that sort of thing.

(...If that doesn't work she's petty enough to put things on the top shelf of the cabinet so you have to ask her for help.)

One day, you do the closest thing to "venting" that you've ever done-- a small complaint about work, school, life in general at all to her, and Alcina jumps at the opportunity to prove herself once again by solving the problem for you.

It also serves as the opening she needs to talk to you about your distance. She loves you, and she knows you love her, but love and trust are two different things, and the last thing she wants is for you to be hurting in secret.

She not only pries her way in, but loves you twice as hard.

Donna Beneviento

For as sweet as Donna can be, she's still very much an ambush predator.

House Beneviento's symbolic animal is a spider for a reason-- Donna was raised to be not just observant, but very, very patient.

Donna has also lost so much, so quickly. She is desperately alone, you can recognize that much. Other than Angie and the rest of her dolls, all she has is you, and that's a scary thought for her.

You make her feel selfish, for the first time in a long time... and Donna wants to make sure you know you can be selfish back.

She does her best and makes you feel needed-- because she needs you. And it's very hard to be distant when your lovely girlfriend grabs the front of your shirt with tears in her eyes and asks you to stay cuddled up with her for just five more minutes.

She also takes her time to look at you from all angles and pick out your weak spots. And once she has correctly identified them, she tries to support you through them.

She pinpoints your insecurities, watches your face for even the smallest micro-expression, and makes herself available and indespensable to the point it's hard for you to remember life without her in it.

Donna has a cup of tea when you need it, plants a kiss on your cheek when you frown, and curls herself so close to you it's hard to remember what it feels like to be alone.

Donna wants to be your partner. She wants you to trust her, to be your equal, to understand that despite whatever your reservations might be, she is here when you need her.

While having a different, more emotional approach, Donna pries her way in by keeping you close, and getting you to open up as a means of supporting her.

Salvatore Moreau

Fish man is a little...lost?

You are very affectionate-- you don't shy away at all from telling him how much you love him, cuddling him, holding his hand, but despite all that your relationship can feel very surface level.

Because you're not open with him. And that scares him more than anything else.

There are even times, late at night alone in his shack, where doubts start to fester in the back of his skull. Maybe you're pretending. Maybe it's a trick. Maybe his love for you is one-sided.

But you love Salvatore. You love Salvatore so much. Relationships are just...hard for you. And faced with a romantic like Salvatore, it's a lot. A lot of pressure, a lot of expectation, a lot of trying to get yourself to a point where you feel like even able to be a partner, much less a good partner.

Here's the thing though: this makes him DOUBLE DOWN

If you don't know how much he loves you, he's going to make you understand. Moreau brings you breakfast in bed, he gets you flowers every morning, sets up romantic dinners, gets movies you like for your cuddle dates, Salvatore does it all. It's honestly a little excessive, but you can't make him stop.

Moreau adores you, and he wants you to feel safe enough to be yourself with him--because to him, the idea that you might feel unwanted or unworthy is blasphemous.

And frankly, watching him bend over backwards to keep you happy and make you feel loved makes it hard to stay distant for long.

He totally cries the first time you're equally vulnerable with him, like a full on, snotty cry. It's very emotional and A Little Gross.

... You're lucky to have him. ❤️

Karl Heisenberg

This motherfucker straight up SNAPS.

Why won't you talk to him when you're upset about shit??? He knows you're upset, it's super fucking obvious, but you don't tell him for some reason??? What the hell???

Heisenberg might not be the world's most... socially adjusted man, but he can read YOU like a book.

Your smiles are strained, your attention drifts, and you do your best to change the subject when something gets too "real" or "emotionally deep" and it drives Heisenberg insane. Seriously, he can pinpoint every little signal you put out, and when you pretend everything is A-OK???? Bitch, he's seething.

Heisenberg is not good at feelings at all, so he's actually a little confused by why this even bothers him so much. He's very solution oriented when it comes to emotions: he doesn't like to dwell when he can just solve the problem that made the negative feelings pop up.

...But he does feel like you're his other half, so clearly you're supposed to be asking him for help, right? You need to be able to trust him! THIS IS BULLSHIT! The longer this goes on the more frustrated he gets.

He's trying to be patient. He is. But when you keep avoiding serious conversations about your feelings it really starts to piss him off.

(This is a major case of the pot calling the kettle black, by the way. Even when he feels safe in a relationship, Karl isn't exactly the world's most Mature Partner(tm), and avoids conversations that might make you see him as anything less other than how he wants to portray himself. It takes a lot for you to pry out his real thoughts and feelings on some of his more traumatic experiences, and there are times when he fully retreats into his workshop for a few days at a time because he just doesn't want to deal with life, including you.)

Just talk to him. Please. He won't stop throwing tantrums until you do.

[evoilvx]

Part 2. If the RE8 ladies were properly introduced to modern society these are the things I think they would hate

I did this really late at night, so apologies if there are any mistakes!

Alcina:

Fake nails. Who puts something on their fingers that can be so easily broken? You can't slash people if something just snaps off in the middle of the fight

Latex gloves

Computer mice

Chopsticks

TV remotes

Modern doors

Vapes. She loves smoking but she wouldn't go out of her way to buy something that just creates smoke in her face and has a rancid taste, and the vape burn just isn't pleasing in general nor the same as her usual ones(to her at least)

Normal keyboards. She starts typing and all the keys start flying off???

Hangars. Don't get her wrong, she likes the idea but they always just snap into two pieces in front of her face

Helicopters and airplanes. These things are obnoxiously loud, blows her hair and hat around, don't look nice, takes up too much space for something like.. that and couldn't even keep up with her if she started flying? What's the point, she can't even fit inside (Normal people use these things Alcina...)

Every single modern brand shoe

Ads, for anything. She doesn't have the time to sit through those types of things

Fake fireplaces

Fake anything. Ex. fruits, decoration, props, things that look like they work but actually do not

Wired headphones

Baseball caps. She prefers her own hat, thank you very much.

Siri

Hard drives, she keeps losing them

Airpods, for the same reason as hard drives, and because they don't fit

Motion activated lights

Extension cords

Modern slang, what the hell is a WAP

Bela:

Ads, like Alcina. She asks her mother to buy her youtube premium and all that to get rid of them

Cheese graters

Mayonnaise

Converse shoes

Samsung

Unicycles

Bicycles

Anything with the word 'cycle' in it that isn't the spin cycle on a washing mashing

Cotton candy, she hates the way it makes her teeth feel after

Curtains that aren't black out curtains, why would you buy something that doesn't do its job (blocking out light)

Holograms

Fireworks

Cheap skin care products

Cheetos

Greek yogurt

Mopeds

Pogo sticks

The eye test where they blow a sharp gust of air into your eye

Showers with no tub. Who are you and what did you do with my bath tub????

Animal print clothing

Extremely fragmented perfumes, soaps, dish soaps, etc etc

Cliche love tropes, she's tired of seeing the same thing over and over

Cassandra:

Training dummies, she wants the real thing

Mustard

Ads

Calendars

Sidewalks, everybody is always in her way

Stop signs

Brochures

Trucks

Helium balloons

Dictionaries

Those coin pusher machine games

Egg cartons???

Hair dressers. Why is a stranger holding a sharp object next to her face

Revolving doors

The gym, it just makes her want to fight everybody. She'd rather work out at home

Instagram

Heels from Gucci

Metal lamp posts that are below 10 ft tall, she wants to fight it

Doctors visits

Yoyos

Hot dog buns

Highways

Murder mysteries, she could do so much better than that

Legos. She's absolutely tired of stepping on them

Daniela:

Airport conveyor belts

See through doors

Milk

Ads

Slide shows

Sporks, just choose one you can't have both

Goggles, then she REALLY feels like a fly

Censoring "Just say F*CK why can't you say F*CK!" (lol)

Bug spray

Toffee candies

Baby wipes, she hates the smell

Garbage trucks

Fake cabinets and drawers, she's ripped off a few handles since she didn't know they were just for show

Romance books that don't end with a happy ever after

The default iPhone alarm tune, it makes her feel homicidal

Youtube tutorials

Any chair that doesn't spin, she sat in one spinny chair and decided every other chair wasn't worthy

Captain America

Canned goods

Styrofoam (she loves styrofoam peanuts though)

Foldable tables

Glasses, they just get in the way of everything

Sunscreen

Ketchup

Fake plants, she tried chewing on one once and it was just a bad experience for her

Peanut butter

Tacos

Donna:

Commercials

Animal plushies that fall apart too easily

Too many shoe laces on a single shoe

Wired headphones, she keeps getting tangled

Off brand legos, they keep falling apart since they aren't made well. It makes her sad

Tape, specifically double sided tape

Fake plants

Narrow doorframes, they seem to just be getting slimmer every year

Plane jets

Online links that don't work.. then why is it there???

Fake cabinets and drawers

Laffy taffy

The idea that you have to throw a piece of pasta on the wall and if it sticks its cooked???

Why are people breaking pasta in half?

Slippers

Concerts

Juul pods

Animals dying in movies (she cries every time)

High school love story shows

Converse and Nike shoes

Modern interpretation of mythology and the "villains"

Captain America. (Daniela gave her a presentation on why she shouldn't like him)

Pesticide. She got a job done once for roaches and it killed all her plants (Moreau recommended it; he apologized)

Jaw breakers

The rainbow swirl lollipops

Hand air driers in public bathrooms

Sporks

Newspapers, she likes modern magazines now

Mother Miranda:

Extremely clear glass windows/doors... for.. reasons.

Glass.

Really. Clean. Glass.

Did I mention crystal clear glass?

Push/pull doors with no indication of which way it swings

Non-tinted windows

Sunglasses, she feels ridiculous

Skimpy swimsuits, she's not getting in that

Phone call ring tones, alarms, anything type of sound that a phone might make (she likes having a phone, just not the sounds that come with it)

Solid color salt and pepper shaker bottles with no labels

Velcros

Styrofoam

Plastic water bottles

Lawn mowers, she would stare outside her window every single morning, watching as people mow their lawns (that is, if she obviously doesn't live in a secluded home.. but details details..)

Leaf blowers

Nerf guns, Alcina's daughters keep pelting her with them

Doctors

Dentists, why would your fingers be in her mouth

Small mousepads

Small screens

Any modern brand shoe

Wired things, she has no time to worry about cables and all that

Heavily scented lotions (Forever 21, Bath & Body Works, Victoria's Secret), she wants her hands to be moisturized, not smell like an entire flower garden

Things that just don't have a label in general, she can't live with just a random blue bag filled with unknown contents, even if its just coffee grounds

Uber eats

Super. Clear. Windows.

[rezzyromance]

Idk if this is how you request things or if it's just asking, BUT-

How would the Lords react to an S/O that's usually the chillest person that you will ever meet (not to be confused with a pushover because they are not), they've never seen them even mildly annoyed when something bad happens. But then something happens and, turns out, the S/O is utterly TERRIFYING when they're mad.

Hope this makes sense!

Aw man I'm gonna feel awful scaring Moreau and Donna :(

Alcina

You're relaxing on a beautiful morning. The sun is shining through the window just enough to warm the room but not hurt your eyes. You hadn't even changed out of your sleep wear. "How are you feeling, my dear?", a sweet voice rang from the doorway. You were sitting in your favorite chair near the window. You turn and smile at her. She walks over and rubs your face in her large hand before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss. "I'm feeling amazing. And you?", you grab her hand before she pulls it away and you place a kiss on her knuckles. "I'm feeling alright. There's a new maid here. She's a bit slow. I'm giving her until tonight to finish dusting the entire castle or else she won't see another sunrise." It was almost comedic how dark her words were as you both stared out the window and gazed at the beautiful scenery. "Come on Alcina.", you stand up and place your hands on hers, trying to hold them despite the size difference. "Give the girl a break. It's a huge castle AND it's her first day.", you knew your words would probably change nothing. Alcina was rather cruel, but you looked past it. You tried your best to make the nervous maids comfortable whenever they arrive.

"We'll see how she does." She gives you one more kiss before leaving the room. You sit back down in your chair, enjoying the warmth of the sun for a little while longer. You lose track of time, minutes maybe even hours go by. Suddenly, there's a crash not far from the door. You jump and stand up, no longer comfortable after being startled. "What in the name of Mother Miranda?!", you leave the room and look down the hallway. The new maid stood there with a terrified look on her face. In front of her was one of the paintings Alcina had on her walls, now with a broken frame and a hole punctured. Your blood began to boil. It was a painting of you, her, and the girls all together. It was your favorite. "How in the hell did you manage to do that?!", you begin to stomp towards her. She cowers and struggles to find her words. "I-I-I was just dusting! It fell and I-I didn't mean t-", you cut her off. "How the fuck did you knock such a large painting over just by dusting?! DO YOU THINK YOU'RE ALLOWED TO MAKE SUCH STUPID MISTAKES HERE?!", you unravel. "I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!", she almost begins to weep. "SORRY ISN'T GONNA SAVE YOUR ASS!"

"MISS DIMITRESCU PLEASE HELP!", she cries out. You freeze, realizing that the lady herself is right behind you. You turn to face her. Her eyes are wide with shock. She has never seen you like this before and never even knew you had this type of side to you. She was impressed as much as she was terrified. "(Y/N)? Are you alright my love?" She had no idea what to do as your seething slowed down. "Why don't you go back to the room, yes? Settle down a little and deal with her later.", she places a hand on your back helps walk with you back to the room. Once you're there, she bends down to whisper in your ear. "I don't know where this side of you has been this whole time, but I am so amazed by you. And also a little frightened."

Donna

The Beneviento house was usually a calm place despite its creepy aura. You and Donna are both quiet and chill people. Never once have you fought or even raised your voices at each other. It was pleasant.

You had planned a nice dinner for the both of you. You wanted to try out a new recipe and surprise her, so you made your way to the kitchen to get started. "Okay, what first? I guess I'll need a pot.", you go rummaging through the kitchen and you find the pots stacked within each other inside one of the top cabinets. You groan and stand up on your toes, grazing the pots with your fingers. It didn't take much to cause them to tumble down, crashing on top of you with a loud sound that followed. "Aw shit.", you sighed and picked up the knocked over pots. A small but annoying pain began to throb in your head from where it made contact with a pot. What you didn't notice was you forgot to pick one of the pots up. It remained unnoticed. "It's fine.", you say to yourself as you maintain your composure. Next, a cutting board and knife. You turn around and begin to walk forward to find the cutting board, but you slam your toe into counter. You wince in pain and grab your foot. "SON OF A BITCH!", you yell.

You calm yourself, still wanting to have a pleasant meal with Donna. "Alright. Everything's fine." You step forward and kick the pot that you had forgotten to pick up. It caused your freshly kicked toe to ache even more. "OH COME ON! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!", you scream and swear as you throw your arms up in pure rage and shock.

"...(Y/N)?", a gentle voice whispered from the doorway, causing you to whip your head in that direction. It was Donna. She looked absolutely horrified and almost looked like she could cry. "Is.. is everything... are you alright?", she worried. "Yes. I'm sorry. Just got a little pissed off.", you took a deep breath to calm yourself down, feeling bad for scaring the poor girl.

Moreau

You were sitting on the dock together, looking into the water as your feet swung back and forth above it. It was a sunny day and you two decided to spend it outside. Your hand slowly made its way over to his. His feet stopped swinging for a second as you entangled your fingers. "I don't know what I'd do without you, (Y/N)." his words were bitter sweet as a gentle smile formed from his lips. "Oh, Sal. You don't have to think like that. I'll always be here for you.", you kiss his cheek and continue to relax as you sway your legs.

"There it is! There's the beast!", a voice yelled from not so far away. You both look in the direction of the voice and see a few young village boys. Possibly between the ages of 13 and 16. Moreau had become some what of a scary story for the villagers. A tale that kids spread on school court yard and bring up during dares. But, you've never seen a kid brave enough to actually make it far enough into the reservoir to actually see Moreau. Now, there were about 3. All of them stood and pointed, shocked and terrified.

"Hey beast! Come get me!", one kid teases. You glare at the kids as a newfound rage begins to boil inside you. "Let's go back inside.", Moreau says before standing up from the doc. The sadness in his voice was heartbreaking. Suddenly, one of the children gathers the guts to pick up a rock and throw it as hard as he could. His aim was off, but not by much. It slammed into the wood near Moreau's feet, startling him. "Take that you devil!", he laughs. "THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE SHIT!", you begin sprinting in the direction of the immature brats. Two of them run from the direction they came from while the one who threw the rock was frozen in fear. You took the opportunity to grab him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here you little waste of space. I'm gonna give you 3 seconds to turn around and run for your goddamn life. If you or any of your little snot-nosed friends come around here again, they'll be goddamn fish food. Do you understand?" The kid was too scared to speak and instead began to nod rapidly. You let him go and watched as he ran as fast as he could, screaming the whole way.

You walk back to the shack and find Moreau standing in the same place he was when you took off. His mouth was agape and he looked almost as scared as the kids. "You alright Sal? I made sure those little shits won't be coming around here anymore." "Yeah... I didn't know you could be so... scary", he says. "I'm sorry. But those kids were being cruel. I had to do something.", you say. "Well... it was awesome!", he smiled. "But also very scary!" You laugh which helps sooth him a little.

Heisenberg

"Screw driver.", is all Karl said with an outstretched palm. He was working on some type of mechanical heart for his experiments. He wanted you to lend a "helping hand" even though he could easily do it all by himself. He did this because he wanted to be around you, he was just too stubborn with too big of an ego to simply say it. So here you were, handing him every little tool he asks for.

"Do you want the big one or the little one?", you say with a hint of boredom in your tone. "Aw c'mon don't sound like that! Isn't this exciting? It's like you're working on it with me! Also, hand me the big one.", you do as he says and hand him the big screw driver. "I just don't get it. You literally have powers. You can easily do this by yourself and have been for so long. Why do you need me to help?" He pauses for a second and looks over towards you, his brow slightly furrowed. "I don't NEED you to help. I just thought it would be nice for you to help out. Plus, you're the one always bitching about me constantly working. Well, here you are! Helping me work! So, either suck it up or you can leave." His harshness had no real ill will in it. He was just confused and a bit too ignorant to consider his words. But, he was testing your patience. He continued to use the screwdriver until handing it to you without saying a word.

"Hand me a screw.", he demanded with his hand facing palm up again. "Which size?" "They're all the same sizes, dumbass." You feel your blood begin to boil. "They're different fucking sizes! This one is smaller than this one!", you hold up two screws that are obviously different sizes. This makes Karl angry. Not because you were right, but because you seemed upset over something that seemed so insignificant.

"If you came here just to yap in my ear, then I don't think I need your assistance.", he huffed. You put the selection of tools and supplies he was making you hold on the table he is working on and ball your fists. "You're the one who told me to do this in the first place!", you yell. "Yeah, because you won't stop bitching! Non-stop you're always compla-" you cut him off before he can finish. "SHUT UP!", you yell. The room goes silent. "YOU SAY I'M BITCHING? HAVE YOU HEARD YOURSELF? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KARL YOU BITCH AND MOAN ALL THE TIME! I'M DONE TAKING SHIT FROM YOU!" He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. He felt something much more overwhelming. Was he.. intimidated? He didn't move from his seat. All he could do was look up at you with a confused expression. What now? What is there to do? If he pushes you further, what would happen? He was actually too scared to find out.

You take a deep breath to calm down before speaking. "Now, if you want me to help with your shit, I'll stay as long as you keep your mouth shut. Can you possibly manage to do that?" He gulps nervously. "Yes ma'am."

[alovesongshewrote]

i’m sorry if this is against the rules, feel free to ignore! but if it’s okay, could i request headcanons of lady dimitrescu & donna with a short (4’9-4’11) s/o who is just… really small and petite, and enjoys cramped spaces like hiding in cabinets and stuff? they probably get lost under lady d’s sheets tbh 😭

sorry this took so long anon, i hope you like it!!

taglist: @mxcheese @blixeon @prismarts @chrysanthykios @valentimmy

Short | Donna Beneviento and Lady Dimitrescu HCs

Headcanons

Lady Dimitrescu

Ok, first things first

You are the fucking bomb at hide and seek

Idk when you’d get the chance to play it

But you are the best at hiding in castle dimitrescu

You just

Tuck yourself into a cupboard

Behind some curtains

Under beds

And no one knows you’re there

Fuck, you could probably hide in lady D’s dress without her realizing

It’s because you’re small

You just fit

You are absolutely liable to get lost in her sheets, though

And her clothes, if you try to share them

She finds it adorable

And she’s not afraid to say it

She’s also not afraid to just

Pick you up

Because she’s 9’6 and you’re 4’tiny

Yes, she can carry you bridal style

Yes, she can hold you like a bébé

Yes, you talked her into doing the lion king thing

She didn’t really get it, but her daughters did

They were delighted to see their mother partaking in memes

They were a little less delighted to see their mom pick you up and kiss you, but that’s a whole other thing

(Alcina does it a lot tho, she picks you up to kiss you almost as often as she bends down)

Generally

It’s all very soft

Donna Beneviento

Ok, first things first

The dolls love you

You’re short, they’re short

And they love it

Donna also loves how short you are

She just

Loves making clothes for you

And she loves how you look in what she’s made

Though she doesn’t love your appreciation of small spaces as much

It freaks her out a bit when you disappear

The dolls love it though

Because once again

You are the bomb at hide and seek

You’d probably play it more in house Beneviento than house Dimitrescu because, y’know

Dolls

They enjoy the game

And like, usually the dolls prefer to hide, but when it comes to you?

They enjoy looking for you

Because you aren’t like anyone else from the village

You could literally be anywhere

That’s probably why donna gets so nervous when you hide

I mean

She knows how dangerous her house is

So

She does her best to warn you

You find her concern very sweet

AND

You teach her where all of your hiding places are

So that she doesn’t have to worry so much

She greatly appreciates that

And i think after you kind of let her know where you’re going to hide, she’s all in on helping you hide better

She makes u a lil camo outfit

It’s so cute, i love it

anyway

Yeah

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[alcinadimitrescuwu]

This Woman's Work Part I (Alcina x Fem!Reader Fanfic)

Warnings: NSFW at the beginning, but the rest is just fluff. Also some morning sickness and nosebleeding.

Part II Part III

You awaken to sunlight filtering through the curtains in your bedroom. You try to stretch, but find it a tad difficult. Especially considering your 9’6” vampire wife has cocooned herself around you. You gently move your body so you are facing Alcina. There have been so many moments like this in your marriage where you can hardly believe you have the pleasure of waking up every morning next to such a beautiful creature. You take her in, from the creases under her eyes, her long lashes framing her pale cheeks, her adorable laugh lines, and her parted lips free of her usual deep carmine pigment. You love moments like this when she is in such a deep slumber as it is the most peaceful you’ve ever seen her.

You press your lips gently to her temple and see those gorgeous golden eyes open. She smiles and runs a thumb along your cheek. You lean into her touch kissing the palm of her hand. “Good morning, draga mea,” she says, giving you a chaste kiss.

“Good morning, my love,” you say, stretching your arms above your head. “Do we have anything special planned today?” You turn to her and can’t help but notice the way Alcina is looking at your body arch as its stretches.

Alcina gives you a wolfish grin. “We haven’t anything planned until after luncheon.” She suddenly takes you in her powerful arms and flips you so she is above you. “So we have the whole morning to ourselves.”

You suddenly find that your mouth has run dry. The neck of her nightgown is gaping, so you can see the full outline of each breast.

She takes you gently by the chin and presses her lips to yours. You pull her down so she is lying down on top of you and weave your hands through her raven hair. She shifts her body weight so she doesn’t crush you and deepens the kiss, coaxing your mouth open with her tongue. You take her wrists and place them above you on either side of the pillow.

Alcina breaks from the kiss and chuckles. “Iubirea mea, how will I take your clothes off now?”

“You can use your teeth, can’t you?” you reply breathlessly.

Alcina breaks out into a wicked smile. “Great idea.”

She lowers herself near your chest and takes the ribbon fastening your nightgown in her teeth. The glint of her fangs flashes in the early morning light. You gasp as she rips the ribbon out and the top of your nightgown falls away, revealing your breasts. She cups one of your breasts and moves in to kiss you again. However, you notice her smile falls and a look of concern crosses her face.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” you ask, trying and failing to keep the whine out of your voice. “Why did you stop?”

She puts a hand to your nose and it comes away bloody. “Your nose is bleeding?”

“What?”

“Here, sit up.” Aclina pulls you up to a sitting position on the bed and adjusts your nightgown so your chest is covered again. She fetches one of her handkerchiefs from the nightstand and presses it to your nose. “Just hold it there and try not to move too much. There’s a good girl.”

Alcina stays there while you keep the handkerchief pressed to your nose to stem the blood flow. “Sorry, I know this isn’t very attractive,” you apologize.

“Darling, that is the furthest thing on my mind right now.” She brushes a stray curl from your forehead. “I just want to ensure that you’re alright.”

Once the blood has stopped flowing, the entire handkerchief is soiled. “Sorry about your handkerchief.”

“Iubirea mea, that handkerchief has seen so much blood over the years. This isn’t the worst it’s been, trust me.” She looks at you with such tender concern your heart melts. “How are you feeling now?’

You feel your stomach lurch. “I think I’m gonna puke.”

Luckily you make it to the bathroom in time.

You lean against the toilet scene, spent from heaving. You glance over at Alcina who had been holding your hair while you were sick. A look of worry has creased her brow. “Maybe we should take you to Mother Miranda and have her take a look at you.”

You shake your head. “No, I’m sure I must have caught something while I was in the village.”

Alcina gives you a stubborn look. “No malady I know gives you nosebleeds in addition to nausea.”

You’re about to protest, when suddenly it dawns on you. “I’m late.”

“Late for what, darling?”

“My cycle,” you lean your head against the bathroom wall, your nausea having passed for the moment. “I was supposed to have it last week.”

Alcina’s breath hitches. “Does that mean…?”

“Only one way to find out!” you say grabbing a pregnancy test from the medicine cabinet. You turn to your wife, who is still standing there. “Er…This bit’s rather private.”

Alcina tilts her head in confusion. “Draga mea, I’ve seen every inch of you. I don’t think there’s anything I’ve missed.”

You feel your cheeks redden. “Aclina, do you know the way a pregnancy test works?”

Your wife shakes her head, her curls bouncing to and fro. “I’m ashamed to admit I don’t know.”

You motion for her to lower her dark head so you can whisper it in her ear. Her brow knots in confusion. “Isn’t that a bit archaic given the technological advances of your species?”

“They haven’t found anything better,” you say brightly and give her a playful slap on the bum. “Now, shoo.”

You wash your hands and brush your teeth for good measure while waiting for the results. When you are done, you glance at the stick and behold two parallel lines. No doubt about it now. You are pregnant.

Alcina raps her hands on the door. “Iubirea mea? May I come in now?”

You wipe a tear from your eye and smile. “Yes, darling.”

She comes in, bending her head under the frame. She is wringing her hands, a nervous habit.

“We’re pregnant!”

Alcina doesn’t move for the longest time. She puts her hand on her heart and then rushes over to you and takes your face in her hands. She gives you a kiss on the forehead and leans it against yours. Her aureate eyes are brimming over with tears of joy.

The moment is broken when your daughters suddenly materialize from the bug shrouds. They begin talking all at once. “Maman? Is it true that you’re pregnant?” “Maman, did you cheat on Mother? I’ll kill you if you did!” “Oh, thank God that means I’m not the youngest anymore!”

You wave a placating hand over their babble. “Girls, girls, yes I’m pregnant. No, I did not cheat on your mother.”

Alcina turns her adoring gaze from you to her daughters. “We actually meant to tell you girls this, but we have been consulting with Mother Miranda for us to have a child. The embryo was implanted a couple months ago and we weren’t sure if it would be a success, but-” She gives you a peck on the cheek. “It worked!”

The girls erupt into cheers. Caught up in the jubilation, Alcina picks you up and swings you around. The smile falls from her face as she sees your face turn green. “Oh, dear.”

Lucky for both of you, you’re already in the bathroom.