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horeformilfs · 1 year ago

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Scars

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

TW: SH, Isolation, Depression

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The grandeur of Castle Dimitrescu echoed with an unspoken tension that clung to the air like a haunting melody. Y/N, Lady Dimitrescu's personal maiden for two long years, had danced delicately on the fine line between duty and desire. In the beginning, she had dared to flirt, to call Alcina by her first name in moments of intimacy. However, the harmony they once shared had started to unravel.

It all unraveled after a disastrous meeting with Mother Miranda. Lady Dimitrescu, burdened by the weight of her responsibilities, had snapped at Y/N in a way that shattered the fragile connection between them. "Enough, Y/N! Your trivialities are the last thing I need right now!" The words, like poisoned arrows, had pierced Y/N's heart, leaving her wounded and broken.

In the aftermath of that fateful encounter, Y/N withdrew into herself. The once lively sparkle in her eyes dulled, replaced by a haunting emptiness. No longer did she address Alcina by her first name; now, it was Lady Dimitrescu or Mistress, devoid of the affectionate familiarity that once defined their relationship.

Weeks passed in the castle's looming silence, and Y/N's demeanor became a mere shadow of her former self. Her days consisted of mechanical motions—working tirelessly, eating sparingly, and avoiding rest. The daughters sensed the shift, the subtle change in the atmosphere, and attempted to pry into Y/N's world.

"Cassandra, Bela, have you noticed Y/N's change?" Daniela inquired one evening, her eyes filled with concern. Cassandra nodded, her gaze fixated on the distant figure of their troubled maiden.

"She's not herself. We should talk to her, find out what's going on," Bela suggested, her tone reflecting a mix of worry and compassion.

Approaching Y/N, the daughters attempted to unravel the mystery, but Y/N's defenses were impenetrable. "It's nothing, really. Just a rough patch," she dismissed, forcing a strained smile. The weight of her unspoken pain hung in the air like an invisible storm.

Alone in her quarters, Y/N grappled with the unbearable loneliness and shame. Unable to cope with the emotional turmoil, she turned to a dark outlet—self-inflicted wounds that offered a fleeting escape from the haunting echoes of Lady Dimitrescu's harsh words.

One night, as Y/N traced the lines of her own scars, tears mingling with the pain, she whispered into the silence, "What have I become?" The castle, indifferent to her suffering, held the secrets of unspoken torment within its ancient walls.

The once vibrant connection between Y/N and Lady Dimitrescu now lay shattered, an unbridgeable chasm of regret and heartache. In the cold embrace of the castle's shadows, Y/N wrestled with demons that whispered cruel echoes of a love lost and a soul fractured.

The castle, once a bastion of secrets, now held an unsettling weight of unspoken pain. Lady Dimitrescu, ever perceptive, couldn't ignore the drastic change in Y/N. The once vibrant maiden now moved through the halls like a ghost, her laughter replaced by a haunting silence.

One night, unable to bear the distance any longer, Lady Dimitrescu sought Y/N out in the dimly lit corridors. "Y/N," she called out, her voice carrying a mixture of concern and a hint of desperation. Y/N, attempting to maintain a façade, brushed off Lady Dimitrescu's worries with a forced smile, insisting that it was nothing.

Determined to break through the walls Y/N had erected, Lady Dimitrescu reached out, grabbing Y/N's arm gently. However, Y/N yelped in pain, surprising both of them. Alcina, her eyes wide with shock, released her hold immediately. "Y/N, what happened?" she demanded, her authoritative tone tinged with genuine worry.

Y/N, tears welling in her eyes, hesitated before muttering, "It's nothing, Lady Dimitrescu, just a minor accident." But the pain in her eyes spoke volumes, and Alcina refused to let it go.

With a gentle yet firm insistence, Lady Dimitrescu guided Y/N to a quieter corner. Her heart sank when she lifted Y/N's sleeves, revealing a mosaic of scars that told a story of silent suffering. Some were fresh wounds, while others were faded echoes of past pain.

A mixture of sadness and concern clouded Alcina's features. "Y/N, why?" she implored softly. Y/N, unable to meet Alcina's gaze, whispered, "I just wanted it to stop." The weight of her confession hung in the air, a plea for understanding.

Alcina, realizing the gravity of the situation, made a decision. "Come with me," she said, her tone softer now. Leading Y/N to her room, Alcina opened a door to a sanctuary of solace. The room, draped in shadows, held the promise of a newfound connection, as Alcina took the first step toward mending the fractured pieces of Y/N's soul.

In the dimly lit confines of Alcina's room, the atmosphere shifted from shadows of despair to the tentative promise of solace. Alcina led Y/N to the bathroom, her movements deliberate and filled with a quiet determination. Setting Y/N on the counter, Alcina gathered first aid supplies, her touch gentle as she cleaned and dressed the wounds that marred Y/N's arms.

Once the task was complete, Alcina's lips pressed a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead, a silent reassurance in the haunting stillness of the room. Lifting Y/N with a careful grace, Alcina settled her onto the bed, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

Summoning her daughters into the room, Alcina assigned tasks with a firm yet motherly authority. "Cassandra, Daniela, go to Y/N's room. Remove any sharps you find. Bela, bring some of Y/N's clothes here," she instructed, her daughters nodding in acknowledgment before dispersing on their assigned missions.

Y/N, lost in the depths of her own thoughts, remained silent as Alcina engaged with her daughters. Alcina, noticing the dissociation, sought to bring Y/N back to the present. Gentle touches, a hand on her shoulder, a reassuring squeeze—Alcina used every method at her disposal to ground Y/N in the reality of the moment.

Once Y/N was anchored in the present again, Alcina turned her attention back to her. "You're going to stay with me, Y/N," she said, her voice a soothing cadence. Y/N, confusion clouding her eyes, asked why. Alcina's response was a solemn promise, "I want to keep an eye on you, make sure you're safe."

Alcina's gaze held a depth of sincerity as she continued, "Whether it's me or one of my daughters, you'll never be alone until you feel safer with yourself. We care about you, Y/N, and we'll stand by you through this darkness." The room, wrapped in the stillness of understanding, held the fragile beginnings of a newfound connection—one that would, hopefully, help Y/N navigate the shadows that loomed over her.

Y/N's gaze remained distant, caught in the tumultuous currents of her own thoughts. Alcina, undeterred, gently cupped Y/N's face in her hands, forcing her to meet her gaze. "Y/N, listen to me," she urged, her voice a low, comforting murmur. "You don't have to face this alone. We're here for you."

The touch and the words seemed to pull Y/N back from the edge of her thoughts, and she blinked, meeting Alcina's eyes with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. "But why, Lady Dimitrescu?" Y/N questioned, the weight of confusion evident in her voice.

Alcina sighed softly, a motherly concern etched on her features. "Because, my dear, you're more than just a maiden in this castle. You're a part of our world, and we take care of our own." Her fingers traced a gentle path along Y/N's cheek, the gesture holding a promise of protection and understanding.

Y/N, eyes brimming with unshed tears, finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't think anyone cared." The admission hung heavy in the air, a revelation of the isolation she had felt in the midst of her struggles.

Alcina's expression softened further, and she pulled Y/N into a reassuring embrace. "You're not alone, Y/N. We care deeply about you. Your pain is ours to share, and we'll help you carry it until you can stand on your own again."

As the room embraced the quiet solidarity between them, Alcina's words lingered, weaving a promise of companionship and support in the face of the darkness that had clouded Y/N's world.

The night wore on, and as the castle settled into an uneasy quiet, Alcina guided Y/N through the simple rituals of preparing for bed. In the hushed intimacy of Alcina's room, Y/N changed into comfortable clothes, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and safety. Alcina, too, changed into more relaxed attire, the weight of responsibility momentarily lifted.

As they settled under the soft glow of dim candlelight, Alcina gestured for Y/N to join her on the grand bed. The mattress cradled them both, and the air seemed to shift with an unspoken understanding. Alcina, ever graceful, drew the covers over them, creating a cocoon of warmth in the vast expanse of the room.

In the quiet moments that followed, Y/N found herself enveloped in Alcina's comforting presence. The distance that had grown between them seemed to dissipate, replaced by an unspoken connection forged in the crucible of shared pain. Alcina, mindful of the fragility of the moment, pulled Y/N closer, her arms a protective shield around her.

The weight of the day's turmoil began to lift as they settled into the embrace of the night. Y/N, for the first time in weeks, felt a sense of peace wash over her. The steady rise and fall of Alcina's chest, the soothing rhythm of her breath, served as a lullaby against the echoes of the past.

As sleep began to claim them, Alcina pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Rest now, my dear," she whispered, the words carrying a tenderness that had been absent for too long. Y/N, nestled in the crook of Alcina's arm, closed her eyes, letting the soothing darkness of sleep carry her away from the haunting echoes of pain.

In the shared vulnerability of the night, Alcina and Y/N found solace in each other's presence, weaving a fragile tapestry of healing in the silent corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.

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fantasy-relax · 10 months ago

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Jealous kitty.

Bonus!(Brainrot)

Donna Beneviento x Reader (MC)

"I will be working with Cassandra on her.."

She doesn't listen after that static fill her head, you are leaving her. This Is her chance her route why Cassandra is always ruining it.

"You're going to leave me for Cassandra?" She can't help te venom in her voice, you are leaving her for her flirty, dramatic, excentric (adopted) niece. If it was Bela or Daniela she could at least understand the blonde was a softy behind her cold exterior and the red head was sunshine incarnate. But Cassandra?

"I don't going to leave you I'm just gonna be in Cassandra's play" You remark not made her fell better at all" For three months and one week approximately. The Romeo original is going to be better by that time. I still want to work with you, I just need to change the schedule for that.

She can't do nothing to stop the hurt that she feels, she was here first, she asked you to work with her first! how can you go to someone else so easily?.

"if is not okay with you, I-"

"Ok" her jaw is tight trying to bite the word before saying it" Okay, you need a more flexible schedule I can do that, It will be just for few months and you will come back to me " She can adjust both of your schedules to ensure she is in the theater when you were rehearsing because she refuses to let you alone with Cassandra, she knows how her niece can be.

She looks at you and her anger subsidy when in your face in your eyes all she can see is softness and care.

"I will always come back to you"

God, how much she wishes for that to be true.

She knows that next few months will be difficult for you, she knows that you need all the rest you can get but she is angry for your choices. It doesn't help that the play is Romeo ad Juliet, every single touch, hug and flirt put her in the edge of throwing her tool box at Cassandra's head.

"When I said left I meant my left, move it again" she was being petty but every single time her eyes closed the image of you with Cassandra tormented her so she decided to torment you "Good job, now these two" She ignored your pleading face.

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Everything was perfect, you were hers. At least for this timeline.

She knows that she is being clingy but she can't help herself, kissing you, touching you just being close to you make her the happiest woman in the world. And you let her! You don't get mad or annoyed with her, you don't mind her behavior at all you indulge her!.

You brought light to her world she can't lose you if you were gone she doesn't know what she would do. She prays for Forgetfulness in the next loop she doesn't wish to remember this happiness she doesn't wish to know what being yours mean, it will be too much pain for her to bear it.

She was the first to notice how some of her clients will sneak looks at you, how they would blush when you handed their order, how they would giggle like idiots outside the shop pointing at you oblivious self.

Troie.

When you finally noticed, you try to let them down gently some understood, others will come back bought something and flirt with you like she wasn't there.

Puttana. Vaffanculo, tutti.

"Sweetheart this can't go on" of course this can't go on, these bitches need to back the fuck out. "We need to maintain a professional image in the shop, that mean no kisses in front, no stealing me away to the nursery when I'm working and no picking fights with the clients, okay?" WHAT.

You are joking right? This is a bad joke right?. No. You are serious.

She pout and put her best puppy eyes. She can see how close you are to bending to her wishes but in the end you stand firm.

"Dear, sooner or later the glamour will fade way but the reputation of your shop will be damaged. We need to be professionals about this." Why did you had to be like this?

"Ok" CAZZO.

Your lunch break became make up break. But it seems not matter how many hickies she leaves in you, they still keep trying to take you away from her.

Of course she sees when that Figlia di puttana give you some paper, you take a look just to roll your eyes and quickly throw it in the trash, she was curious to know what exactly was so she picked up.

A number.

This. Is. Enough. She walked back to the nursery, less she throw a pot at the next woman that flirt with you, avoiding you every time she go out. When you grabbed her hand she easily go away just saying:

"We must keep a professional image in the shop, remember?" the look in your face made her smile.

You wanted her to play nice, she will play nice. You were about to know what Malicious compliance mean.

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Avoiding you for almost week, was hard for her but it's all part of her plan. She can feel your eyes on her every time she is with you in the front.

Did she bend a little more that necessary? Yes.

Did she put more sway on her hips when walking? Yes.

Did she can feel the hunger and desire in your stare? Yes.

Did she enjoyed it? Absolutely.

Now the final details for her plan.

"Hi aunty! Did you are still messing with my roomie?

"I'm not messing with them, I'm doing exactly what they asked me, now can I ask you for a favor?"

"You betcha! What do you need?

" A friend of yours and your thieving skills"

The day has come, Five minutes before five o'clock she put the kettle her phone buzzed.

"We are outside!"

Perfect. She goes to the front, ignoring the sad look in your face. "Why dont you take a break I made some chamomile tea"

You nod, and she knows that you would come back quickly, not willing to leave her alone for more that a few minutes knowing how hard is for her to deal with people.

She almost feel bad about what is going to happen.

Almost.

Angie friend comes to her.

"My friend said that you would reject me I said that at least I should try so what do you say pretty girl, go out with me?" your stare was burning with jealousy and she don't even try to hide how pleased she was with that

"Well I have been a little neglected" she was being mean and she was enjoying it. "but is a no, sorry"

" Oh well I try it" the sigh that she let go was more of relief than disappointment the poor girl was perfectly aware of the murder in your eyes.

"Professional image, dolcezza" it's all she said before going back to the nursery. Riling you up was so fun.

You were fuming all the time you were working. Not even your so called fans were willing to talk to you for more than two minutes. At the end of the day you looked at her with fire in your eyes that made her so restless but she will no be the one to admit defeat.

"Do you mind if I walk you home?"

"It will be my pleasure, Tesoro" the smirk in her face just made you more angry.

The walk was silent one.

At the steps of her family home you looked at her, putting her best innocent face she looked back at you.

*Just a little more*

She took a step to you and patted your shoulder with a hand full of dirt, because she needs your shirt dirty for the next part of her plan and because she deserves to be a little shit. You blinked at her audacity.

"See you tomorrow, dolcezza" smiling she opened the door. One, two, three.

She was being hosted over your shoulder it seems that the adrenaline and anger was giving you strength, closing the door with your leg you make your way to her room, opening the door aggressively and throwing her in the bed.

"Why are you being so rough" She was pouting but she knows you can see the mischievous shine in her eyes.

Without answering her question you kiss her with all the hunger you had been keeping inside. Freeing her hair out of her bun, you tore her shirt open, kissing her free skin soft sighs escaped of her mouth transforming in a whine when you bite her clothed breast while taking off her pants, she raise her hips her patience had been running low since you put that stupid rule.

You move away with fascination and adoration in your face how easy is for you to made a mess of her, she is panting trying to catch the breath that you stole, tears in her eyes for the pain of your bite and she knows her underwear is ruined already.

She is so needy and she is not afraid of admit it.

"Beautiful"

Your praise never fail to make her blush, she is so embarrassed and so flattered.

She knows that you are still mad when you grab her legs rougly moving her to the border of the bed, quickly you kneel devouring like a starving beast.

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She loves this.

You in her arms sleeping so calm so comfortable. Your naked body pressing close to her your back and shoulders were full of scratches that she touches softly.

Maybe she was a little rough too. But considering that her legs feel numb and she is sure she is full of bite marks is fair to say this is a tie.

You are hers and she is yours.

She glances at the clock in her dresser. Well, she is the owner she can open a little more late is not like is the first time she has done it.

She just wants to enjoy this a little longer.

Later an alarm goes off, waking both of you.

Moving slowly you hiss "My love did you have to scratch the hell out of me?"

"Depends, did you have to fuck me into the mattress?" Not that she is complaining as is what she wanted, she needed your unshackled desire. And how much she enjoys feeling you so deep in her.

You blush but the proud smile in your face give away your satisfaction. "You could have cut your nails if this is what you were planning"

Oh this is not over yet. "I have been busy".

She tries to hide her smile when you asked her for clothes.

"Donna, sweetheart, darling, dear, you don't expect me to walk around like this" you gesture at your body full of marks that the tank top can't hide.

She shamelessly ogle you God, if she doesn't knew that you need to present your exam she would be all over you, under you, beside you.

When she became a pervert? Oh you were waiting her answer.

"I'm sorry cara mia Is all I have" she said with the most sincere tone she can muster. She hid all the other clothes obviously. She don't want her efforts to waste.

You sigh.

"You are going to be late, dolcezza" this time she can't hide her smirk.

Cursing you give her a quick kiss and run to the school.

She walks calmly to her flowershop. Her legs aren't numb anymore but she is still tired. Even so she feels like she Is walking in clouds.

The smug smile she gives to your fans when they see the marks that you left in her neck can't be stopped by her shyness.

Oh how much she enjoy the envy in their eyes.

She is yours, you are hers.

Her phone is buzzing taking it out she reads the message that her beloved niece have sent her.

"🤢"

"Sorry Bambina, I guessing you saw them? "

"🤮"

"Did you did what i asked you?"

"Yes, Daniela is outside and today is not her laundry day. Now excuse me I need to bleach my brain."

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When you came back every single client had a particular reaction to you appearance. You have been laughed, scoffed and nodded.

" Ah, problems with a misbehaving kitty?" Well she would have behaved if her partner stopped being so charming. "here this cream work wonders for that injuries"

She is laughing freely in the nursery she was having a blast with all this.

"Thank you, sir" she bets you're so red right now.

"Is nothing dear, I remember when I was younger my beloved Jerry was a jealous and clingy kitty, always wanting to be with me, practically throwing himself at me, fighting with whoever took my attention away" oh? "it was a problem when I had to work, he don't liked being alone that much so I made sure to let him know every night that how much I loved him and that I would never leave his side." OH

That is not a bad idea. God, she is really a pervert.

"Hey what is taking you so much! We're going to be late!" it seems that the kitty never stopped being clingy" Hurry up!

The man in front with you just laughed.

"See, so clingy" She walked silently to you side" Make sure to show your kitten love continously less they want to scratch you up" Good advice but she makes no promises, the man looked at her " Ah, young love " she blushes but smile" I'm coming Jerry!"

" Wisdom of your elders never should be wasted" you flinched, she giggles at your reaction " you should treat your Kitten right.

"I'm gonna start by putting a damn bell on you" you said before grabbing her by her waist.

"What about the Professional image, dolcezza?" She had gotten her way again.

"To hell with it" you kissed her" I need to take good care of my sweet, clingy and jealous kitty.

She was putting a show but the look of the few fans that refuse to take the hint was worth it.

She noticed the crow outside and she kissed you more aggressively.

She would enjoy her time with you. Because now you were hers but the next time it wasn't safe to say you would come back to her.

It will be too much if she sent a video to Miranda?

#resident lover #donna beneviento #my work

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reddogf13 · 2 days ago

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Pride & Ruin CH 6

on A03 as well

Alcina X Ethan

summery: Determined to find his daughter Ethan Winters, an omega, storms the castle of Alcina Dimitrescu, an alpha. While fleeing her three beta daughters Ethan has the unfortunate luck of being snagged on the alphas claws. Slipping out a yelp, Ethan fears the worst. Instead, luck will be in his favor under a prideful alpha and Miranda’s plans will fall to ruin.

Status: Incomplete

Rated: M - fowl language and gore

Previous chap: Ch:5 A Bitter End

Next chap: TBA

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~Ch:6 Before the Storm~

Donna was cowering down on the couch, wheezing, arms holding her maimed face. Blood seeping past to fall off in a downpour. Collected on the floor in a vast puddle counting down the lord's dwindling life by each drop.

“one of you will find them. Or we'll be short another lord.” Miranda yanked the shocked group out of their daze. “grab Heisenberg and go to the reservoir immediately.” shoving her demand on Alcina.

Who locked herself to her seat. “Yes, mother.” speaking through a grimace she passed off as a wide set smile. To be falsely excited over Donna's suffering until the butcher bird flew from the home. Soon as they were sure of her departure, Alcina had appeared over Donna to get her seated straight up. Tossing the two remaining pieces of her veil away to look at her face. “Donna! Donna, I need you to open your eye!”

Those golden talons Miranda had weren't just for show. They had carved deep to forever be a permanent reminder on Donna's face. Without the healing factor like Alcina or Karl there was a deep fear of what was damaged. Flooding blood had distorted far too much to make out what was or wasn't untouched. Donna was fighting Alcina's grip to cower away. Sobbing and wheezing into a panic attack they couldn't let her collapse into. Angie had become what Miranda had called her, an inanimate object doing nothing.

Ethan was up from his seat running through what he could do. Daniela had froze, Bela was trying to help, unsure of what to do and Cassandra flew off toward the elevator. Looking to Bela he handed over rosemary. “take her.” grabbing the blanket they had to wrap it around Donna. Mainly her head to stop the bleeding. Hugging her as he held the blanket tightly to the wound. Doing what came naturally to an omega. Soothing her back from a breakdown he held her close quietly without trying to rush anything. She was shivering, but no longer sobbing so harshly between wheezes. He slipped the blanket back down to reveal her red coated face. The disastrous gouges looked to be caused by a bear. Bleeding profusely soon as the blanket was taken away. Donna flinched her face away for Ethan to not see her other half. He caught a glimpse of a mass, but that wasn't important to him.

Alcina covered that half of her face with a hand to keep her comfortable. Every lord had seen it before, although not recently. Taking the blanket she patted more blood away to see the damage. “Donna, can you open your eye?”

Her face twitched before struggling a small movement. Skin freeing itself from blood layers to part. There was a lot of red streaming down on tears just as stained.

Alcina let out a breath. “It's fine.” reddened by blood, but the clawed gouges narrowly missed the good eye. Allowing her to close it as they soaked the blood off her face by the blanket. Cassandra had flown in to open the first aid kit she hunted down in the lower floor. Prepping an emergency stitch job between careful cleanings of an alcohol soaked rag. Reaching a point the blood was stopped she doubled up the stitches in a bit of facial reconstruction. “Daniela, take Angie and help your sister take Donna to be cleaned and changed. We don't want an infection developing on those. When you're done, get her to bed.”

Delicate in taking the lifeless doll. “Yes, mother.” standing by as Cassandra picked up the injured lord into her arms. Following them toward the back rooms of the house. Donna was worryingly lifeless since the stitches were done.

Alcina looked to her remaining daughter. “Bela, I want you all to stay here. You'll be the betas of the house now. Take care of them and watch out for Miranda. I don't think she'll return, but if she does you all need to evacuate.”

“you're leaving?”

“I must, Miranda's temper is getting too dangerous to risk. Me and Heisenberg will do what she demanded, search the reservoir. I'm not sure, but maybe I'll be back by nightfall.”

Ethan’s eyes darted between where the girls took Donna and to Alcina readying to leave. “Wait, how long until Donna's healed?” Not liking the sullen looks he got.

Alcina gave the grim news. “could be weeks, maybe months, if nothing goes wrong” gaze down to the large amount of blood covering everything. “Her healing is nothing like ours. Those marks will be permanent scars, no doubt.” asking her daughter next. “read any books on herbal remedies?”

“many.”

“Think you can recreate the tea she's been giving Ethan? She'll need to take it now as well.”

“Yes, I can pick up on what she's been using around the pestle and mortar.”

“good. Keep the house warm. When Beneviento wakes, get her to eat something. She'll need help getting her blood up.”

“yes, mother.”

She spoke a few Romanian words to Bela, then kissed the top of her daughter's head. Ethan catching a few of them as “... -stay safe- … -hold post- ...”

His heart warmed at hearing her speak the language again. He'd been trying to learn it since moving here, but other than the basics he knew little. Ethan felt a bit useless as he just stood there. Donna was gravely injured because of him. Alcina left to leave a false trail for him. The girls were here taking care of him while he recovered. His dampening mood redirected by Bela. “Let's go to the kitchen. Find a distraction for the two of us.”

“yeah.” about to take back rose when he saw how much blood was on him. “I should clean up.” walking ahead to reach the sink he scrubbed himself clean.

“Do you remember anything about the tea she gave you?”

“bitter, yellow green color, some little purple petals. A ton of honey to cover the flavor.”

“Hmm, I think I got all that here.” picking up a few glass bottles to read. “I'll make a tea for you and a slightly different one for Donna. A poultice to coat the wounds would really help too.” chuckling at rose reaching out for the jars. “I was worried about her making noise earlier.”

“so was I.”

“She's really good at reading your cues.”

“yeah, I didn't know she was until this place.”

Opening a bunch of jars Bela took bits here or there to drop into the mortar. Cassandra had returned a little wetter than before. “got the fire stacked with more wood. Daniela's getting Donna to bed, still out of it.” letting Ethan know next. “bathrooms ready for you.”

“He can go after some herbal tea. We don't want his fever spiking between all of this.”

Without the emergency of stopping major blood loss, Ethan's curiosity came to the front. “What happened to her other eye? Did Miranda do that too?”

“sort of. It's the implanted Cadou Miranda gave. Each lord had various luck with theirs. Hers allows a bit of splitting between the dolls. Most her skills go into the hallucinogenic golden flowers everywhere. As for her eye, that's the only bad part. It overgrew and split through from its placement. Mother says it worsened over time into the mass it is now.” pushing a grounded paste into a tea cup. Grabbing more herbs to make a second batch. “first time we've ever seen it. I always thought it'd be a lot worse.”

“think she'll wake up anytime soon?”

Cassandra answered as she filled a bucket with water. “maybe in a few hours, or not 'till night arrives.” grabbing a mop to clean up the living room. “we should think of what we're going to do when mother returns.”

“What do you mean?”

“the lords were never close. It'd be odd for mother and us to care about Donna this much. It could be suspicious.”

“So what then?” Bela asked. “we abandon them as soon as mother returns?”

“We may have no choice.”

“... could take them home, but-” looking toward Ethan.

“oversteps the courting, doesn't it?” glancing at Ethan as she headed into the living room. The sounds of mopping heard from the room.

Ethan and Bela passed looks to each other. Silently asking what he thought about it. With him unsure about returning to the castle tower after last time. Daniela returned with nothing much to report. “Donna's asleep, her hearts still beating fast. think she'll be fine, but weak when she wakes.” following her sister's gesture to put the kettle on.

“better than slow beats after all that loss.” setting up a large bowl of a herbal poultice. “I'll go apply this. Give them their tea, then get him clean.” The sisters carried out their tasks of managing the house.

While their mother had pulled Karl out to scour the reservoir. Grumbling the whole way they avoided doing much talking until they could make noise. Karl lifting up a hunk of rusted boat stuck ashore. “wanna tell me about the blood?” he whispered to her before letting the boat slam down. “Nothing here.” he announced.

She ripped off the rusted door of another shipwreck. Whispering back. “Donna was maimed.” throwing it off.

“what'd you do?!”

“I didn't do anything!” keeping their voices low. “Miranda came in the middle of our meeting.” slicing junk out of the way. “which is why we're out here.”

“does she ...?”

“no, we excused the meeting about trying to find winters. With Salvatore gone and my girls unable to search here, it was the perfect place to mark his whereabouts.”

“So now we gotta search all this muck?” flying junk out of his way. Announcing something else. “we should check Salvatore's cave. Could've taken it over.”

“mhmm.”

“how long?”

“How long do you think until Miranda satisfied?” stepping through the dripping entrance to Salvatore's home.

“ugh, that's a fucking never. If she attacked Donna and forced us out here, her tempers getting too far ahead of us. We may have to call a meeting ourselves to lure her.”

“That would be too suspicious. We've never called a meeting together.”

“we're running out of time. She's cutting down lords and Donna's clearly next in line. When she's gone, it'll be you next.” crunching a metal gate out of their way.

“What makes you so sure?” a glare shot his way.

“If she threatens me, she only has me to threaten. If she threatens you, she has three other lives to torture first.”

Her hands tightened to fists. Taking a deep breath to sooth the fire in her gut. “Tomorrow then?”

“Do we have that much time?”

“Do we have the energy today to face her? Donna's bedridden, hopefully only until the night comes. Wasted energy here already. Keep searching until the day's end. I'll report we found some things and we're on his trail. Enough to keep her passive, set up ourselves for tomorrow. When we're ready, send the call that we've caught Ethan and she'll rush right over.”

“works for me. …” looking over papers scattered across a desk. Covered in gunk and soaking wet to the point the writing had blurred away. “I've been wondering why she wants them, doesn't make sense.”

“why doesn't it?”

“If she wanted him for a pairing, you'd think she wouldn't tell us to kill him. That kid, she wants most for the ceremony. And it's been what, three- four days since he arrived and she sent you looking for him. That's a big risk if his cycle was approaching and she was aiming the ceremony around that.”

“Hm, does it matter? In too deep now. An alpha who mismanaged a clan so badly it's running against her. What a disgrace after such a rising.”

“a rising? If that's what you want to call it.” he chuckled. “Just curious is all. Has she asked you about those soldiers hiding out?”

“soldiers, what soldiers?”

“a group of armed soldiers showed up two days ago. Small group, only six of them, lead by a guy named Chris Redfeild. She had me look into them hours after our meeting finished. Haven't gotten much on 'em and she doesn't seem too interested in them yet. Far more focused on Ethan and his kid.”

“where are they? What are they doing?”

“investigating it looks, nothing much else. Last I saw they entered the village to scope it out.”

“perfect, outsiders invading between all of this.”

“eh, if Miranda ain't worried then they're probably nothing. When they see there's jack all here they'll leave.”

“mm.” she hummed in knocking furniture away.

Carrying on their false search for hours. By the time the sun set she had returned to Donna's house along with Karl. The girls warmly greeted their mother, announcing they made dinner. Hearing the good news that Donna was up and eating with Ethan sitting at her side. Angie was up and back to being a nuisance toward everyone. Smacking Daniela away with a wooden spoon to not ruin her glorious soup on the stove. Which Alcina was complained to about by her daughter wanting to help cook. “Girls, we need to have a meeting. Can you check on Lady Beneviento to see if she's well enough.”

“She's fine now.” Angie stepped from the kitchen. “She ate on her own while talking to Ethan for the past hour. But don't go throwing around a bunch of big words. Too tired for that.” seeing even the lords exhaustion seep through Angie.

“alright. Let's gather around her then so she won't have to move.” waving her girls forward.

Ethan was in the room holding rose while talking with Donna. Keeping the conversation light around her garden or cooking. She faced a bit away to keep half her face hidden. When her bandages were changed she was more worried about the uninjured half being uncovered. Her injured side being the most Ethan got. Everyone had come down the elevator to meet in the room.

“eesh, what happened to you?” Karl looked to Ethan, but talked to Donna as well.

Ethan glared at him. “Well, to start, you stabbed me with a fence post when I first got here.”

Karl shut his mouth after that. Not liking that his attack on an omega was brought up. while right in front of the alpha wanting to claim.

“business meeting.” Alcina started. “Most of us will be going home tonight. Bela will stay here. When I get back to the castle I'll make a call that were on Mr. Winters trail in the reservoir. Me and Heisenberg will meet tomorrow, then call an announcement that we've caught winters and will meet Miranda for the final time.”

“tomorrow?!” the girls asked in unison.

Daniela spoke first. “That's so soon. I thought we'd have a few more days?”

“We don't, unfortunately. Miranda's targeted her anger toward Donna. If we drag out our search for too long ...” her daughters looked toward Donna's injured face. “She'll be the next to fall and I won't allow that after what she's done for us. Tomorrow morning you'll all meet up with the duke as we planned. … take care of each other” closing up the meeting. “get some sleep. Daniela, Cassandra, let's go home. Having most of you around will cover Bela being here.”

“Can we all have dinner here?” Bela stopped her. “we won't have another meal together … until after the meeting.”

“...yes, but we can't stay long.”

receiving a hug from Bela before her two other daughters joined in. returning the hug she kissed each of their heads. Separating to grab themselves dinner. Donna had her bowl refilled to help her body recover. Rosemary got a few spoonfuls of Ethan's soup. Most of it landed on her fabric bib before given her normal bottle of milk. He glanced around the room to each one there. Alcina was eating with her daughters in one room corner. Karl was eating in the opposite one with Angie annoying him through conversation. Donna was slowly sipping off hers. Entertained by the debate, maybe more of an argument, between Karl and Angie. Drowning out the noise, he thought of his final answer.

It was still no, but when to give it? Before the fight would be most fair. No expectation, no false hope of a yes if she wins. She could back out, follow us to Spain without risking anything. I wouldn't be using her as a sacrificial shield. He took a deep breath in and out. Smiling at his baby girl playing with his shirt. Tomorrows gonna be a day.

First thing early morning, Ethan had been up for hours. Anxious what this day would bring. He got up to head for the elevator. Leaving Rose alone to sleep for as long as she could.

Upstairs he found Bela awake prepping breakfast for everybody. “awake already?”

“been awake, can't sleep.”

“stressed? Want some regular tea with your herbal remedy?”

“Yes, that'd be great.” sitting down in the living room. “couldn't sleep either or just an early bird?”

“Me and my sisters don't sleep like everyone else. In the night half of our swarm is awake at all times while the other half sleeps. Switching halfway to stay alert at all times.” grabbing herbs to collect in the pestle and mortar. A few large jars nearby contain lots of premade healing poultice for Donna. “Guess you can call me an early bird still. I start the day when mother does while my sisters stay in their rooms.”

“wish I could do that.”

“anything specific you want for breakfast?”

“anything but soup again.” tired of having it for every meal. “I want off this liquid diet.”

“heh, I'll make an omelette then.” Coming to him with two teas for him to take. With a grimace he shot the medical tea down to hand the cup back. Bela swiftly returned to the kitchen she grabbed various ingredients alongside a basket of eggs.

Ethan relaxed as much as he could while sipping on his tea. Chuckling a little at thinking how he ended up here. One of the girls made breakfast for him. “when I first met you and your sisters. I thought I just broke into a castle of four alphas.”

“because of the scent on us?”

“That, and you're all really tall. Maybe some beta males might be that tall, but not usually.”

it got a small laugh from her. “Cassandra wishes she was one.”

“What about you?”

“I would've been fine with any while Daniela I don't think is interested at all aside from her normal curiosity to new things.”

“you would have been fine as an omega?”

“yes.” a soft look given to him. “why not?”

He snorted. “this.” loosely gesturing toward the air. “dealing with alphas entrapping you. Able to take everything you have by smacking down money and a single paper. Owning every piece of you as a sex slave.”

“It is a serious problem, and I'm sorry that, that's how it's turned on the outside. It shouldn't be like that. Omegas should be revered like how they used to be. You have far more potential than being simple breeding fodder. You can chill my mothers rage better than any of us. You soothed Lady Beneviento and managed to stay in her home. She hates visitors and rather we talk in the garden then step into her home. You naturally gather others around you. You could make a clan from scratch, even unintentionally, without ever sleeping with anyone. clans fought for their omegas without an alpha to lead them, because they were cherished. The heart and soul of a clan, it's a shame they're going away. The things they can do, I can only hope to mimic through practice.”

he rolled his eyes. “I think you've read too many romance novels.”

“mm, maybe, but isn't it all true just the same?” cracking eggs into a bowl.

He looked to the side. “once upon a time.” mumbling down into his tea. Almost choking on it when he was startled by a shrill voice.

“MORNING!” Angie shouted upon entering the living room. Rushing into the kitchen soon as she saw Bela cooking. Hopping up on a stool to see. “good god, what's in that pan?!”

she chuckled, not taking the doll too seriously. “It's an omelette.”

“this? It's practically raw!”

“I just put them in. they are raw.”

“Where's the rest of it then? No peppers, bacon, cheese, SEASONINGS?!”

“they're over there, go grab them.” shooing the doll off.

“Does anyone know how to cook around here?!” jumping off to fetch various things.

If Angie's here, then Donna must be up. Swallowing his last bit of tea to go check up stairs. Knocking softly on her door he listened close for her soft voice.

“come in.”

He stepped in, closing the door to stand beside it. Donna was in bed in dark sleepwear that may as well have been regular day clothes. A long sleeved button up shirt and baggy pants mostly covered by her blanket. Holding up a part of her collar to lean her uninjured side into it for hiding. Despite the wrappings already covering the mutation.

“I want to give my final answer.”

“too soon.” softly noting.

“I know. It's not even been a week, but we don't have time.”

“you do have.” pointing it out without arguing. A normal courting was given a minimum two weeks to get a feel for each other. She had to check his doubts weren't for anything rash. “why? Just a no?”

“I don't want Alcina going off to fight Miranda with the idea I'll say yes. I want her to fully know what she's getting into. How there's not going to be a prize if she wins. Maybe she'll come to Spain instead of throwing her life down for nothing.”

Donna dipped her head at his reasoning. “very well.” pointing toward the door. “open it for them.”

his brows furrowed, but did as he was told. “wha-” quieting at seeing Angie shove Bela along into the room.

She spoke quick to Bela. “you talk, I make the omelette!” then ran back downstairs.

Looking confused Bela and Ethan looked to Donna for the sudden summons. “It's a no.” she told Bela. “you have to tell her.”

Ethan tensed from the unexpected turn of telling Bela first. How would she react to her mother being rejected. How would she take giving the news. He expected Donna to, being the unbiased party. “can’t you tell her?” anxiety seeping into his words.

“Must I?” Bela didn't sound angry, simply saddened by his answer.

Donna gestured to herself in far too terrible a condition. Everybody was nervous enough about her being able to travel for evacuation. An added trip to the castle could be far too much on her body.

He hummed in knowing. Glancing at Bela from the corner of his eye for her reaction.

Donna answered her. “you have to.”

Her posture straight with arms behind her back she looked toward the ground, disappointed. Closing her eyes. “I'll tell her.” opening them in bringing her head up. “I have to go pack at the castle. I'll tell her then.” leaving after Donna dipped her head toward her.

Bela had thrown on a coat down stairs. “I'll be back soon with my sisters then we can all go.” announcing to Angie still cooking.

“you better get back before these omelettes get cold!”

Rolling her eyes with a smile. “Yes, lady Angie.” Rushing off on foot toward her family's castle. Unable to fly in the cold, she was revived by the inner warmth of the castle. Flying now she found her sisters instantly around their rooms shoving everything into their limited bags. Laughing over their stumbles to how their body slammed the bags shut with her help. Now it was her turn to pack, but she had something important to tell her mother.

“do you know where mother is?”

“I think she's in the library.” Daniela answered as she heaved her bloated suitcase out of the room.

“meet you two down stairs.” flying off to complete her important task. She found her mother where Daniela said. Sitting at a desk under the skylight drinking a glass of wine catching the blue light above. She was dressed no different from any other day. No armor or hidden weapons up her sleeve. “mother.”

the tall lord looked toward her daughter. “Are you packed my dear?”

“not yet. … Ethan spoke with Donna on giving his answer.”

“already? …” her expression was flat. “is it a no?” expecting nothing different. Her daughter's silence only confirmed it. “mm.” standing from her seat. “that's that then.”

“Will you come with us?”

“no, we can’t leave without crippling Miranda in some sense. If we just run, she'll track us down. Even with all I may do, you have to be careful on the outside. She'll hold a grudge against all of you until the day she does die. Don't attract too much attention or you'll be found. … You and your sisters will have to go by different names. ... The business can’t have our last label.”

Bela looked away as tears built in her eyes. Hating the thought of losing her mother and even her very name all in one day. Her mothers grand legacy would end while still going on, a miserable punishment for defying Miranda. Shoving them down to give her mother a hug. Holding back a sob upon her mothers returning hold.

Rubbing her daughters back to comfort her. She was forced to pry away. “Love you dear, be strong. Go pack, and when you and your sisters have left I'll wait a bit longer before setting the meeting in motion.”

“yes mother.”

#resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #ethan winters #alcithan #ethan x alcina #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #karl heisenberg #pride & ruin fanfic #Alpha/ Omega diet flavor #Alpha/ Omega - non-traditional #re8 village

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the-gothmother-writes · 1 year ago

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| 🖤 Starstruck | Character Intro: Vincent Gallagher

We don't need more talk / don't empty out your canteen on the desert floor / ahhhh it's all my fault / never want to spell it out / just wanna say it's all my fault

Tendrils of acrid smoke curled against the plumes of dark, swirling clouds before it was promptly scattered by a gust of August wind. Carried with the wind was the perfume of sun-soaked garbage, car exhaust and… a distant hint of rain.

While the earbuds stuffed in Vincent’s ears drowned out the songs of the city with much more preferable music… he knew he could never truly escape the smell.

The thought brought a slight smirk to the corner of his lip before he took another long drag of his cigarette. His strange solution to the city aroma.

Can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

He held the smoke within him, feeling the burn and the welcome buzz that came with it. When the burn was too much to bear, he let it escape with a heavy sigh, before flicking the cigarette onto the ground and snuffing it out with a grind of his heel. He sucked a breath of not-so-clean air and dragged his hands through his black hair to clear it from his vision.

The moving traffic blurred in the corner of his eye as he turned into the doorway of the hole-in-the-wall record store.

Ding-ding!

The door cheerfully announced his presence to no one. The aisles empty… the register unmanned.

He nodded slowly to himself, accepting this ghost-town of a record store and plucked out his earbuds. Sunna’s “I Miss” was replaced by The Bauhaus’s “Bela Lugosi’s Dead.” A small hum escaped him as he crept like a lone island through the sea of vinyl.

If that gothic stuff was playing then that meant Cassie was working today. Wouldn’t that be a treat? Despite his musings, he didn’t look up to check.

Instead, his dark, whiskey-soaked eyes took to wandering the albums. His calloused fingers tracing the band names and their respective album titles.

Ramones… Rocket to Russia…

Dead Kennedys…. Bedtime for Democracy.

X… Under the Big, Black Sun...

As he flipped through the vinyls, the covers twisted… bleeding hearts and haircuts melted into skeletons… serpents coiled around scythes.

The Brothers Grimm…

Vincent’s heart lingered on the mirage until it began to ache. So close he could taste it, and yet… How do you expect to get there when you can’t get your act together? Sneered that mean voice within his head. His eye twitched, and while his heart swelled with frustration, while a million excuses and protests poured through him, he had no rebuttal.

The albums fell bitterly back into place.

#starstruck #starstruck is a working title #I might change it #writeblr #writing #original manuscript #oc #original character #vincent #vince #chapter excerpt #your honor I love him #he's a perfect balance of broody and goofy #I enjoy him #he doesn't know how to express him #🤭🤭#the songs human sadness and call it fate call it karma both encapsulate him so well #Spotify

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Hi loves !! Welcome to my brain <3

My name is Norma or you can use Sparklzz my pronouns are she/her and some random info is that I’m and INFP and a Virgo

Likes: My favorite color is baby pink or kinda like a gloomy pink as well. My favorite cartoon shows are mlp, Sonic x, twd, Invincible, gloomy bear, and Futurama. My favorite animes are death note, Hellsing, and Haikyuu. I do like a lot of “childish” or “little kid things” things but not in a weird fetish way. I try to have my aesthetic consistent of coquette, gloomy coquette, angelic, dollette and some alternative styles like metalhead. I do listen to a bunch of different genres of music and artists but my favorite genre is metal which is kinda ironic to some people. I do play some games here and there I don’t consider myself as a “gamer girl” but I really like a lot of zombie games like resident evil, the last of us, twdg, lollipop chainsaw, etc. I also like gears or war, halo, brawlhalla, r6, fortnite, Minecraft, Roblox, fatal frame, little big planet, ratchet and clank, Mario kart, super Mario, silent hill, and fatal frame.

My kins: Fluttershy, Starfire, Poison Ivy, Bela Dimitrescu, Atom Eve, My Melody, C.A Cupid, and Sonya Blade.

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freyanistics · 2 years ago

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I have a question🙋‍♀️ what if Natasha / reader sleep with another woman as a revenge? Like Natasha finally tell Alcina like “ok we can try again. I forgive you. I love you. Let’s go home”. And after 1-2-3 years of happy marriage Alcina find Natasha in the bed with another woman. And Natasha like “oh sorry Al. It wasn’t supposed to go that far”

We love pettiness here 😈

But to be honest if Natasha did forgive Alcina and it shows she was really trying to improve herself for her wife then Natasha wouldn’t do it. She would think about until she sees Alcina making a serious attempt to do better.

BUT!

If she suspected Alcina lying and sneaking off to do “errands” or other bad excuses, oh hell yea she’d do it. But with Natasha she’s going to out do it. Alcina walk in with Natasha in bed with three or four women looking smug as fuck.

“What the hell is this?”

“I just slipped and fell into this woman’s titties, baby.”

#💀💀#resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bear response #anon ask #natasha dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x oc #lady dimitrescu x reader

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lepusrufus · 3 years ago

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Nicole and Cassandra: *loudly going back and forth about language differences*

Daniela, whispering to Bela: Wait until she finds out about pies.

#cassandra dimitrescu x maiden #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #this is honestly just really obscure shit that i fully expdct no one to get but ily none the less #bear with my brain farts

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bee-nutauthor · 3 years ago

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This is not a drill.

I repeat, this is not a drill. Chapter five is now up.

#resident evil #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu #beladonna #the girls are fighting #fanfic #donna x bela #her cross to bear

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sweetxkitty-rps · 6 years ago

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This... was not home. Which was an incredibly silly thing to think right off the bat, considering just how obvious it was. But Bela couldn’t think of anything as she opened her eyes and took in the... mountains and tents, and... people that were around her. One moment she had been walking up to her front door, excited about the prospect of relaxing after a long day of classes and work. And the next... a bright light flashed, and she came too standing on rocks. She looked around in confusion and wonder, her eyes big and mouth open. She saw him first, and a frown came over her face as she took in the... wings? Were those wings? Her mind almost rejected the thought and she continued to look around, and then she saw her. Also with wings, but different. And then they both moved, and Bela felt her legs give out and she was on the ground in moments.

Kendall was one of the believers. Her village had heard the prophecy and knew it could be their only chance. And so, a group of them had set out, setting up camp not far from where the first one had arrived, though just outside the land of the angels. Others had arrived as well, both angels and other demons. Heralds as well.

It had been years, and years. Time for generations to have come and gone... And still, they waited. Kendall was on watch that night, just sitting on a boulder that had slowly been worn down to near smoothness. And then the light came, and she bolted to her feet, hope filling her from head to toe, from wingtip to wingtip. And when the light cleared, and Kendall’s eyes could focus again... There she stood.

A wingless female, unlike the angels or the demons, but still clearly not a herald. She was a lovely thing, and it drew a smile to Kendall’s face watching her take in the clearly strange surroundings. It was about then that Kendall noticed the angel standing on the other side of the clearing, and she let her wings flutter a moment. Everyone knew the prophecy, whether or not they believed... And so she knew what it had to mean.

They seemed to move in unison, though they had never exchanged more than a glance across this clearing... And they both watched as the girl, the human, collapsed to the ground. It was but a few years, but it still felt like forever before Kendall reached her, falling to her knees beside the strange female, and hesitantly reaching a hand out.

Kendall didn’t touch her, her fingers stopping an inch or two from Bela’s shoulder as her eyes lifted to look to the angel.

#muse: kendall #muse: bela #bela x bear #kendall x bear #bela x kendall x bear

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A quick brat Daniela x reader drabble to cure my writer’s block!👀🙌

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The dimly lit halls of Castle Dimitrescu echoed with the distant whispers of its many secrets. Some revealed, some whispered among the staff, never confirmed, never dismissed, until it was too late to speak of them to a soul.

Daniela Dimitrescu, the youngest of the countess’ daughters, prowled with a sense of urgency. She didn’t bother swarming, instead walked, as though sulking.

Her usually playful demeanor was shadowed by an impending sense of doom.

She had disobeyed her mother, again, by sneaking out to hunt alone—a reckless act that put them all at risk, and especially her. How often had she been told not to do this at this time of year? How often had Mother, Bela and Cassandra warned her not to, for she could not swarm if the temperature dropped even a little bit.

How often did they warn her, and urge her to listen.

She sniffled quietly to herself. While being sneaky as she slipped out the castle, her ankle now sported an angry, swollen ring caused by the iron claws of the bear trap.

And right they were, for she screamed and screamed, begged and pleaded, but she could not swarm, and they could not hear. And while Daniela had managed to pry the trap open, she knew she was in a world of trouble even before she returned home.

Alas, it was not her mother she feared tonight. Mother, sweet Mother, who could never be angry at her precious youngest for long. No, Mother would forgive her. Perhaps, she would receive punishment from her, but nothing too severe, nothing quite like the punishment she would receive from you for this reckless behaviour of hers.

Hidden deep within the castle, in a chamber known only to a few, she knew you awaited her arrival. You, her lover. You, a mysterious and alluring figure to some, having survived the castle and found a home in it. You have long since held a powerful sway over Daniela, your bond forged in secrecy and intensified by the forbidden nature of your relationship.

Coming from the village originally and of low standards with little to provide for yourself, Daniela knew Alcina would not quite approve. Still, she returned to you each night, craving more of your forbidden romance.

And tonight, Daniela was to face your wrath.

She entered the chamber with a mix of trepidation and excitement, her eyes adjusting to the dim candlelight that flickered against the stone walls. She felt anxious even in the castle so familiar to her, searching for your body among the shadows. Her skin burned, her leg ached. She knew, you knew of what happened. She had caught a glimpse of you by the window as she returned.

The fire ignited, she jumped and gasped.

You stood by the hearth, your silhouette sharp against the dancing flames lighting and warming up the room. Your presence was commanding, your gaze piercing through the shadows.

"Daniela,"

Your voice was a low, dangerous whisper, laced with disappointment and frustration. "Do you understand the gravity of what you've done?"

She lowered her head, unable to meet your eyes. She couldn’t help it, really! She just..yearned. Yearned, for the outside, that she was cut off from each winter. The temperatures didn’t seem so bad, and unlike you, she was unaware that winter marked the villager’s hunting season, for it was at last safe to go outside as the Dimitrescus were known to stay inside.

"I... I didn't think—"

"Precisely," you interrupted, stepping forward with a predatory grace. She shivered, her golden eyes finding your human ones.

"You didn't think. You put yourself in danger with your impulsiveness, and not just that. Were you caught, you would have also put your sisters and mother in danger’s way. You could have died. You could have been caught, you could have been injured more than you already have been”, you spoke. She gasped when you stepped close to her, your fingertips dragging along her covered hip, your voice dripping to a mere whisper.

And for that, you must be punished."

A shiver ran down Daniela's spine, not entirely of fear. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, a dance of dominance and submission that both thrilled and terrified her.

She knew, punishment would await her. And yet, she felt a string of excitement within herself.

She nodded, accepting her fate.

Your hand shot out, grasping Daniela's chin firmly, forcing her to meet your gaze.

"You will learn to think before you act, to understand the consequences of your actions." Your voice was cold, but your touch was electrifying.

She shivered, her sharp teeth digging into her bottom lip to avoid a series of whimpers passing them.

You led Daniela to the center of the room, where a low, wooden bench awaited. Her breath hitched at the sight. No, surely not! She remembered the tool and her pussy ached in pain at the mere memory of it.

She remembered the time she was made to sit even as her ass burned, then was guided to an even worse tool of yours; a wooden pony. According to her, designed specifically to cause unbearable pain to her slit as she was made to sit for you for hours, her hands tied, weights added to her chained ankles to drag her down each hour she sat.

Daniela shook the memory away as your hands moved to the laces of her dress, slowly, deliberately loosening them. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"Over the bench," you commanded, your tone brooking no argument. She breathed out a sight of relief. It seemed, she was spared the wooden horse that day.

Daniela complied, draping herself over the cold wood, her heart racing. She felt your hands on her, her naked skin breaking out into shivers. The position hurt, her swollen and bloodied ankle screaming for the pressure on it to stop. But she knew, this was a part of her punishment.

Daniela yelped as she felt the sharp sting of your hand on her back, the pain mingling with a strange sense of relief. Each strike was measured, a reminder of her transgression and a promise of redemption. Tears pricked at Daniela's eyes, but she welcomed them, knowing this was a necessary part of your connection.

Another came, and more. She whimpered and wept openly, her body trembling after only a few spanks. It hurt, and felt so good at the same time. Her entire body was so sensitive from the incredible pain in her ankle.

But, your punishment was not just about control; it was about trust, about teaching her to be better, to be worthy of your forgiveness.

And so she kept in position, even as smooth, soft, snow-white skin was turned first dusty pink, then a deep magenta, an angry red, and a disapproving purple.

She wept by the end of it, her arms trembling, her face bright red as she sobbed. Her pussy drooled to the floor and to her thighs, but it mattered none. Daniela knew, this was not about her pleasure. She knew, only a good girl receives such a reward.

At last, the end came.

Your touch softened, your hands gentle as they soothed the angry welts on Daniela's skin. You pulled her into an embrace, your bodies entwined, the air between the two of you heavy with unspoken words.

"Remember this, Daniela," you whispered, your lips brushing against your lover's ear. Even without words, you knew you had her full attention.

"I punish you because I care. Because I love you."

And in that moment, Daniela knew she would never forget. She nuzzled closer to you, her heartbeat slowing as she was set down on soft sheets, her lips parting and her eyes closing as she felt soothing, cool cream smear gently against the angry wounds on her ankle and back.

“I love you, too”, she whispered into the darkness.

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years ago

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Sarah Sanderson just being really attracted to a young!mom!reader with a toddler? (+ child just absolutely adores the Sanderson sisters, especially Sarah 👀)

Thank you !! 🫶🏻

The only reason

Warnings: First time, home life, fluff, Sarah as a good mother?

Word count: 1.9 K

Pairing: Sarah Sanderson x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Request + Sarah staying to live in modernity (1993 or 2022)

Requests: OPEN

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"Isabella, stay still"

I tried to stop the little girl's face while applying a light layer of black shadow on her eyelids

"I can't, mommy, I'm super duper excited"

Really, are you ready to go trick-or-treating, little Sanderson?”

"Yup"

The girl jumped out of the bathroom to run to our room to pick up her shoes .

“Are you going out somewhere ?”

My roommate and best friend Lizzie came out of her own room in her pumpkin orange sweatshirt and pajama bottoms, with us DVDs under her arms.

“The guys and I were planning on having a game and movie night . We thought we 'd wait until you got back with the little monster to start."

"It 's fine if you start without me , anyway, I don't think it will take me and the little monkey very long."

At that very moment, Isabella ran towards us, dropped her shoes on the ground and jumped into Liz's arms who quickly picked her up.

"Are my eyes deceiving me, or am I seeing a Sanderson in person?"

"It's me, Aunt Lizzie"

“Wow, you almost gave me a scare, girl. For a moment I thought I was looking at Sarah Sanderson herself."

"I'm just playing, aunt"

While she was still in Lizzie's arms, I put her little shoes on and grabbed her bag so I could collect candy .

"Are you ready, duckling?"

"Yes mommy"

Carefully, Lizzie lowered the girl, who quickly took my hand, ready to run.

"See you later Bella, good luck"

"Bye"

We leave the set of small apartments to reach the small town fair

“Well, little witch, I think the best sweets are going to be around here. Are you ready to be scary?"

"Yup"

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Seeing Bella enjoying the sweets and the children being kind to her made my heart warm. I went through many difficult moments , a complicated pregnancy, a lonely motherhood mixed with a university life; everything to get to this moment, seeing my little baby eating candys while trying to follow the older children between giggles and screams.

"Look mommy! I got a lot of candy"

"I see that, baby"

"Now can we play to win me another teddy bear?"

"Another? Don't you have ten or even more?"

"Please mommy"

I couldn't resist the little puppy dog eyes of my little girl, so I had no choice but to shake my head while letting out a laugh.

“Just for a while”

“Yeih!”

The little girl quickly took my hand and dragged me to the games.

I paid a few bucks and started throwing some darts, trying to pop the balloons. After several attempts, I was finally able to get the stuffed animal that Bella wanted, so I turned to hand it to her , but when I looked, Bella was gone.

"Bella" I yelled "ISABELLA!"

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Narrates Sarah

"Mary, Sarah, don't be left behind!"

Despite Winnie's constant scolding , I decided to sit on a small bench that was near the place full of monsters that smelled like children, but they weren't children. Without realizing it, my sisters continued to chase after the children, leaving me completely alone.

"Hi"

I turned my head to meet another little witch, who actually had some resemblance to me.

"Hi"

"Are you Sarah Sanderrson?"

"Yep"

The little witch clapped her hands and came even closer, to sit next to me, as she began to swing her legs.

“My nane is Bela and I am your fan best in the world”

“Do I have fans?”

“Yup. You are a great witch, and funny… and pretty”

"Seriously?" the little witch nodded enthusiastically , making me excited too "What else do you like about me?"

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Narrate Y/N

I felt that my heart was going to jump out of my chest, sweat and chills lodged in my neck as a reminder of my stupidity, and tears began to flood my eyes.

Just when I was about to give up and call the police , I saw her. I saw my little girl sitting on a bench, next to a grown woman dressed as a witch, talking animatedly. Carelessly, I started pushing people until I was in front of the girls sitting on the bench.

"Bella"

The girl stopped paying attention to her friend, so she could see me, noticing how her face began to light up

"Mommy!"

Bella jumped out of her seat and hugged me tightly as I told myself that my baby was fine and allowed myself to shed tears .

"You have no idea how scared you gave me, Isabella" I broke away from the hug and looked her straight in the eye so she could see that I was completely serious .

"I'm sorry mommy" she pouted a little

"Just don't do it again, okay ?" The girl nodded enthusiastically , hugging me again . "You want to go home?"

"Can my friend Sarah come?"

That's when I first noticed the woman sitting on the bench. I quickly got up and brushed some dust off the floor.

"Hello" The woman did not stop running over my body with her gaze, which was full of curiosity, and some other intention unknown to my lost flirting skills. "Hello" I repeated

"Hi" spoke the beautiful blonde

Bella gently tugged on my arm and stood on tiptoe, a sign that she wanted to tell me one of her big secrets, so I carefully crouched down again to listen to her small talk.

“She's my friend” she whispered so that only I could hear her “Sarah Sanderson. It is the same one Miss Alma was talking about”

This was similar to when the children found out about the lie of Santa Claus or the tooth fairy; I just didn't have the heart to tell her that, that woman was just making a costume for Halloween. But being the good mother that I am, I just gave her a smile and kissed her cheek.

"Oh honey, I don't think a great witch like a Sanderson would want to walk us home."

"In fact, I have nothing to do" spoke the blonde's squeaky voice, causing the smaller girl to jump.

"Pease mommy"

Bella gave me the best puppy dog eyes I had ever seen in her short 4 years of life; The woman next to her looked at my daughter's face and proceeded to imitate her before me , causing me to laugh. They were both adorable.

“Okay , how about we go get some ice cream?”

Bella didn't need to hear any more to run to the address, while yelling at us not to lose sight of her.

The beautiful blonde got up and before walking to reach my daughter, she poked me in the rib calling my attention; I turned my head and saw, the second most beautiful smile in the world.

"I'm Sarah by the way"

"Yes, I think I already noticed " I pointed to her outfit "it suits you very well, by the way"

"You are very beautiful, like a dozen spi…" she cut off her own sentence, only continuing to walk.

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"What the hell is wrong with you?"

With my left hand I started to grab more teddy bears, to throw them away, thanking all the gods that just that day, Bella had decided to go get ice cream with her Aunt Lizzie.

"I told you!"

As if that weren't enough, the fact that Sarah stopped the toys with her magic made I lose my mind even more.

"I thought you were playing!"

Sarah pouted adorably as her blue eyes began to fill with tears.

"Why do you think I would lie about that?"

"It's Halloween, we all dress up and lie about who we are!" the toys are over, so it was time to bring out my plan b, yell at her. "Why aren't you even dead?" out of the corner of my eye I could see the calendar and correct the date; November 08.

"It's… kind of complicated"

"Did you eat a large amount of children's souls?"

I started to organize a plan, if this woman hadn't called her dark sisters already, she could easily run away, looking for Bella and returning to New Orleans, with my parents.

"No, it's much more complicated than this…"

"Do you want Bella's soul? Is that what you want?"

"I'm here for Bella!"

Just when I was ready to run, Sarah's sentence made me stop, as I watched her eyes follow my every move.

"What?"

"I don't understand how it works, Winnie is the one who know, but I understand that yes , we found a reason to change, we would stay here" she started walking approaching me carefully, so as not to scare me "Bella and you are my reason for being here. ”

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Narrates Sarah

"Can you remind me... What is this?"

"One TV"

"And inside the television is happening...?"

"A Movie"

“Oh. I like it"

Mary began to change what was inside the little magic box with little Bella sitting next to her, while I waited for the little box that warms food to make its sound to serve the dinner that Y/N had left for four. .

"I can't believe we've come down to this," Winnie whimpered as she played with one of Bella's many dolls.

"What do you mean?" I hummed as I served the dishes.

"How did you go from chasing children to…" I made a small gesture for her to lower my voice, I didn't want Bella to hear "hunting children, to being one's personal servant?"

"At some point in life we were also girls"

"Is not the same!"

"Winnie you should relax, now we don't have to round up kids, and we can live off the yellow stuff Y/N does."

"They're called 'mac and cheese.'" Bella walked over to the small kitchen counter and sat next to Winnie, "and my mommy makes the best in the world."

"I do not think so"

“My mommy says you can't macke an opinion if you haven't trried the food; right Sarah?”

"Yup"

"Sarah, don't be influenced by a girl, don't be silly…"

"Hey!" Bella yelled as she crossed her arms and pouted "Don't call Sarah 'silly', she's not silly, she's the smartest girl in town."

"Not as much as my Bella Cinderella" I put the plate in front of her and planted a kiss on her forehead

"Thanks S. Come Mary, you have to try what mommy does"

"Here I go, little witch"

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"So… your mom never read you bedtime stories?"

"Not that I remember. I stopped seeing my mom when I was very little.

"That's not cute" Bella spoke as she covered herself even more with the blankets

"I know " I was lost for a moment in my thoughts, until I heard again what was happening outside the room. I could make out Y /N and Winnie's voices arguing over that silly board game, while Mary couldn't stop laughing “You should go to sleep now. Good night Cinderella”

“Good night, Mommy S”

I quickly left the room and ran towards Y/N.

I took her by the arm and forced her to get up from the chair; I locked us in the kitchen and started jumping, dancing and laughing.

"What's wrong, beautiful blonde?"

Stop jumping, I grabbed her hips, pulling her close and started spreading kisses on her beautiful cheeks.

"Baby Bella called me 'mommy'"

"Really?! That's AMAZING, baby"

"I love you, very much. Both of you"

"Well, you just confirmed that we love you too"

Y/N planted a kiss on me that made me forget, just for a second, the emotion running through my body. Everything was nice, until Winnie's irritating voice interrupted the moment

"Are they going to stay locked up or can Y/N give me the money he owes me already?"

"I didn't owe you anything. You fell in my country, so YOU are the one who owes me some bills"

Note:

I'm really sorry for the delay, but the university is eating up my time (in fact, I shouldn't be uploading this and I should start 3 final papers, but it doesn't matter).

It doesn't matter if it's not Halloween anymore, at some other time of the year I'll write more about my childhood crush (obviously, Sarah). Just let my semester finish and I can write more

I hope you enjoy it

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leorawright · 2 years ago

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Re8 masterlist

Bela Dimitrescu with stealthy s/o

Moreau soulmate AU

Donna Beneviento with blind s/o

Re8 lords with s/o who can regenerate

Donna's s/o hearing her say she isn't beautiful

Moreau x shy reader

Lords when their s/o becomes feral when fighting

Heisenberg x claustrophobic reader

Alcina Dimitrescu soulmare AU

Dimitrescu with tall s/o

Lords s/o being fascinated with their powers

Cassandra reacting to s/o biting to show affection

Dimitrescu daughters reaction to s/o licking the blood off of them

Lords with s/o who fights with razor strings

Daniela with s/o who loves to tease her

Heisenberg with s/o who doesn't trust Mother Miranda

Moreau's s/o calls him cute

Lords with s/o who's become a human teddy bear

Karl Hesienbergs reaction to you playing with the lycans

Hesienberg with so who likes to piss off Mother Miranda

Dimitrescu daughters with s/o who's dumb plans always work

Lords with s/o who has aura from RWBY

Lords with s/o who defends them from a rude person

Dimitrescu daughters with s/o who's very sassy

Donna first date hc's

Re8 lords with reader who's an object head

Lords with so who's bad plans always work

Lords with fog hybrid s/o

Salvatore Moreau with a shy crush

Lords with s/o who tells them they're beautiful

Karl Heisenberg with s/o who only listens to him

Lords with so who can detach and reattach limbs

Lords finding their soulmate when it's too late

Lords with s/o who loves bombs and explosions

Dimitrescu daughters with s/o who can shapeshift

Characters reaction to asking what they'd do if you disappeared

Re8 lords with s/o who has pryokenisis

Moreau with fluff prompt 12

#re8 x reader #masterlist

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reddogf13 · 28 days ago

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Pride & Ruin CH 2

on A03 as well

Alcina X Ethan

Status: Incomplete

Rated: M - fowl language and gore

Previous chap: Ch:1 Misstep

Next chap: Ch:3 Standstill

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~Ch:2 Scars & gauze~

Alcina put on a show of absolute disappointment in herself. “I apologize mother, he escaped my castle in the night. I couldn't track him and my daughters couldn't follow in the cold. I had hoped I would have caught him again before you found out. I was sure he ran toward the village to hide. When did the child go missing?”

The other snarled. “In the night, The father must have her.” settling her anger. “he cant have gotten far with the snow storms. Fool must be lost out there, hunkered down in some barn perhaps.”

“Did Salvatore say where he went?”

“no, that failure blubbered a million apologies that I've had enough of hearing. This mistake couldn't be forgiven. I've already informed the others there is one less lord today.”

Holding back a smile at the news. “you struck him down?” Easy to brush the feeling away as guilt crept in for her betrayal. Was this a mistake?

“This ceremony cannot be done without them. Everything's been ruined by his mistake. The child hadn't even been crystallized before she was taken. When I find her, I'll have to do the job.”

If I tell her I found them. Would she be happy then? “If that's the case, could the Lycan's find them? A crying baby isn't very quiet.”

“mm, yes. I fear they'd make it worse if one of them were harmed beyond repair.”

Did she really trust me? “May I ask why they're so important? could another pair do?” Will she admit why they're so important? “This feels like a lot of trouble for two betas.” Maybe I was wrong. A simple fear she'll realize was nothing to worry about. She'll tell me, admit her worries. A fleck of a flinch proving her guilt of keeping them secret from me. To see that worried look I used to see on our walks so long ago.

The question flustered Miranda, her feathers disturbed from their lax stature. “no.” Her stare was hard, cold at the idea. A fury stabbed into the tall lord's heart. What secret Miranda was keeping would never be admitted to Alcina. “I don't want to risk the ceremony more than it already is. I've looked long and hard and they're exactly what I need. When you find them, bring them immediately to me.” The look she gave was anything but friendly. “I'm tired of hearing every one of you failing me.” huffing out her annoyance.

Heart aching, Alcina brought her hands behind her back. One hand gripping her wrist as the other held itself tightly closed. Wanting to unleash her claws so badly, but now wasn't time. Oh mother, how foolish of you. Biting her tongue when Miranda continued.

“send out your girls to try finding them. I'll be requesting that Heisenberg send out the Lycan's to scour the land.”

“Of course, my girls will certainly find the man-thing and the child.” bearing a forced smile up until the other left. Smile turned to grit teeth she growled through.

“what should we do?” Cassandra asked.

“take an hour or two to run around the village in a fake search. after a few days you can stop bothering.”

Daniela whispered next. “Is the man-thing still here?”

whispering her reply. “Yes, I lured him into the den last night.” waving for them to follow deeper into the castle.

then Bela whispered. “You have him?”

“yes.”

The girls flooded her with questions from there.

“What's he doing?”

“Can we see him?”

“Is the child with him now?”

“Can we still hold her?”

“Does he like the den?”

It brought a smile to her face to see them so curious. Answering their questions quickly in order. “nesting for now. Not until he's comfortable enough to wander the den. Yes. No, they need time to bond. We must wait and see.” taking some time to share a meal with her daughters along with a bottle of fine wine. Allowing Ethan the time to explore the den without being intimidated by her presence. They needed to bond eventually though.

Bela, her wonderful hoarder of knowledge, brought up the topic. “what's to happen with him? Will you claim him soon?”

“A fresh meeting had bonding go far quicker. ours has been ruined by my aggression toward him. Each attack drove him further away, that now need tender gestures to win him back. For now, I'll have to give him space to familiarize himself with the den. Confidence there would bring him out to see me more. As for a claim, it's far too soon. It'd fall apart soon after without any sort of bonding done beforehand.” tapping her fork on a piece of soft egg.

Daniela finished a bite to ask. “But wouldn't it keep him safe from Miranda?”

“It'd make it far harder. Being unclaimed, it's easy for him to drift toward any alpha. I can see he's incredibly touch starved without one already. A claim will stop his drifting, but she could tear that away with enough pressure. And me claiming far too early can poison any further bonding.”

“aren't betas supposed to help with that?” Bela took a quick sip of wine. “what if we talked with him?”

“Yes, they provide a safety buffer.” sipping her own. “I wish you could, but not being born betas is a block. Instincts wont come naturally, you'll have to be trained somehow.”

“on what?”

“care, body cues, social cues, when to post.”

“post?” Cassandra joining the conversation she'd thought nothing much of so far.

Daniela answered before her mother could. “short for fence post. you go on guard by posting around the omega through body blocking, like a fence. It's not always because of threats, it keeps them calm when traveling outside the den.”

Her mother praised. “Yes, that's right. Been studying the books have you?”

“Hmph, that's all?” Cassandra stuck her tongue at her sister. “Sounds easy to me.”

“It's an important responsibility.” The stare given by her mother had Cass shrink in her chair. “there's a lot to the position. You should study the books with your sister to get a sense of it.” eating through their meals quietly. After their breakfast she carefully made a meal for him. Unsure if he'd even eat it with how skittish he was.

Choosing something hearty she made a baked pheasant on mashed potatoes sided by green beans. One way to catch an omegas attention was to give them a filling meal. It wasn't exactly a breakfast, but it's what he needed. Taking it up to the den she opened the door purposely slow and loud. Announcing her arrival, if he was out, to prepare him. Approaching the bed she opened the curtains to glance over it. Finding a disturbance at the blankets end and where the pillows began. Setting the tray of food near it she Stepped away to sit on the couch by the fireplace. afterwards she noticed the bottle was gone.

Ethan waited after feeling a shift of weight on the bed. It wasn't much from what he could tell. strong smell of fresh hot food reached him under the covers. Stomach painfully growling at him to find its source he climbed out. spotting the plate right away he looked between it and the parted curtains. Dragging it closer to breath in the delicious smells. He couldn't hold back from ripping into the meal. Swallowing chunks down at a time he slowed briefly to breath. In a few minutes the plate was cleared of anything edible. A pile of bones left as the only clue to what it had before. Setting his chin on the bed he closed his eyes to digest. That's the best I've eaten in a while. him and Mia being so busy rarely cooked at home. Fast food was what they had for every meal until Rosemary came along. Doing better to sit at the dinner table when he became a stay at home dad. What he cooked was nothing fancy. Some frozen vegetables and what frozen meat looked good at the store. Didn't think I could burn a whole casserole. Thing was frozen solid when I started. At least the garlic bread came out perfect. Drifting off on the memories he failed to stay awake.

Unsure how long had passed his mind was slow to wake after a deep sleep. Ready to knock right back out he was so comfortable. Imagining he was in his own bed back home. Rosemary resting in her own crib. A soothing scent of chilled mountain air blowing between pines laced by- … wait. … he breathed in. That's not right. That's ... her sce- his eyes shot open followed by the rest of him. Shoved back down by a hand across his back.

“don't.” she commanded gently. “stay still.”

Ethan froze in place as his thoughts raced on what to do. Checking on what she was doing in leaning over him. His shirt was raised to reveal his side while her free hand felt along him. Smoothing over the wounds there that were mere dips. His skin prickled against her touch in holding back a shiver. Enjoying the physical attention he didn't want her to notice. Subtly letting out a breath when she finished.

“we need to get you cleaned. Come on.” tapping his shoulder after he was allowed to move again.

He glared at her and refused to move at first. Shoving himself back to hide back down when she stopped him short.

Gripping onto his shirt and sweater she yanked him forward. “no, come on! You're filthy and you can't stay here like this.”

He remained adamant of not going and leaving Rose alone while she was nearby. Distract me and let her girls snatch her away. I'm not letting that happen. tugging on her lifting hold.

“... I promise she'll be here when you come back. Look at yourself, you're covered in rot that can make her sick.”

When he looked he saw what she meant. Forgetting how bad he was before he even stepped into this castle. Dried on Mud, dried Lycan slobber, blood from monsters and some of it his own. He slumped, knowing she was right, but didn't want to leave Rosemary alone. Her grip tight on him until he begrudgingly left the bedroom to follow. Keeping close to the walls while ready to run back to the bedroom if he saw someone approach. He'd been refusing to leave the spot without duplicate nests to confuse. Omegas always had two to three others that were used to confuse attackers. Move their young around if one was deemed unsafe to stay at. Back home he had a few that Mia always found inconvenient. Needing to ask him where Rose was hidden this time after he got too paranoid of the last spot. Here, he had no extras to pass between. Watching diligently past the door space he refused to let it out of his sight. It took a lot for him to glance at anything else. Wanting to get into the tub, but she was still here. “can you go?” tempering his aggression toward her.

“I have to look you over.”

a blush hit his face. “for what?”

“check your wounds.”

“the ones you gave?”

“Yes, and the others.” stating so flatly.

He grumbled in stripping down one piece of clothing at a time. Awkwardly waiting in his boxers while she circled him. Twitching the few times she touched him in inspecting a wound. Fresher Lycan bites, cuts, stabs, bruises decorated most of him. Flinching at a few thorns she flicked off his skin. Holding his chin she moved his head up in inspecting his neck. Struggling against her to dip his head back down. No, not claimed. His inner thought burned with anger. Ethan knew she was checking to see how hard a claim would be. Alphas always marked their omegas through a scarred ring of bites around the neck. as a warning to others they had an alpha ready to kill for them. Without one on him, his claiming would be easy the next time his heat would hit. By how much he was tolerating her touching him, he knew it'd be soon. I have to get out of here. tensing his jaw to not snap at her hand he only relaxed when she let go.

Crossing the paths of his older scars from Louisiana she checked every one. She recognized the fresh, but began asking about the older ones. “Where's that one from?” tapping her own wrist to gesture about his.

“uh. ...” he wasn't sure how to put it. “a parasitic mold infesting a body hacked it off with a chainsaw.” rather avoid painting Mia in a bad light. Even though it wasn't her, a part of him feared that the aggression she had toward him was real. They had to overcome a lot of problems after Louisiana. All the secrets she hid from him.

“that one?” asking about another had him refocus.

“stabbed by a shovel.”

Her circling inspection slowed to a stop as each next scar told a more complicated story. Now she was standing there, just staring, and he came to prefer the circling more. He should have been worried about what she was going to do, but was instead worried about his presentation. She's seen I'm a mangled mess. He'd been so fearful of running into alphas it had slipped that maybe they didn't want him. Not to mention all the mental scars. It made him appear as a sickly omega any alpha would scrunch their noses at. I should stop talking. She thinks I'm crazy after all I've said. Monsters in the swamp, A fiery car battle, some puzzles with tapes and giant mold mutants. An omega whose far too much trouble for what his mangled self is worth. He felt sick being seen so weak. He wanted to hide, he had to, before he'd be discarded as trash. Everything around him was dark and suffocating. He took a step back in readying to turn into a run. Jolted by a hand holding his face. He tried to yank away on reflex of being attacked. Imagining his face being mauled into. Splashed by some warm water his dark world melted away to being back in the bathroom. Wheezing for air as he clawed into Alcina's arm out of fear, that then lessened into holding on to stay standing.

“Winters.” She spoke his name and tapped his face with a finger resting along his jaw.

He swallowed between a few more wheezes. Unable to answer at the moment.

“Come here, sit down.” gently moving him to the tub steps she had him sit halfway in the bubbling water. The steam soothed his aching lungs down from hyperventilating. Stilling from his traumatic flash she released his face. “stay here.” leaving his side to head out of the room.

He didn't react at first until Rosemary! He rushed out of the water to stop just behind Alcina. Water flowing off him and his soaken boxers to create a puddle at his feet.

She turned to glare for the disobedience. “i told you-” readying to scold him, but let it go with a glance out of the room. “stay here then.” pointing to the doorway. Long as he had a clear view of the bedroom he wasn't so anxious in watching her go to the main door. “Bela!” her voice carried far down the castle halls. The sound of a buzzing swarm made Ethan's skin tense. Hearing Bela and her mother pass some foreign words in Romanian then she flew off. He didn't understand them, yet enjoyed how smoothly the alpha spoke them. She waited a moment for Bela to return with a bag of items. Taking them she waved her daughter off with a closing of the door. Returning to Ethan, bag in hand, she shooed him back inside.

“back in the water.” she ordered. Pulling a short wood table over to set things across it. A brass bowl of sorts with a pile of herbs. Some piles into a small burning incense while she chucked more into the hot bath. The whole room took on a warm comforting scent. It reminded him of a fall festival outside. Scents of apple cider, spices, and a smooth vanilla pairing well with hers. He was still on edge, but it helped. A part of him missed the physical attention he was getting. Wanting to relax into the affectionate warmth of physical contact he rarely got. Mia would give him a kiss, a hug, but it was never enough. Betas couldn't be as in tune with an omegas needs as much as an alpha could. Similar instincts to make nests, bond, and courting were easy to see. Although betas had an important place being the middle ground. It would have been better for both to have one now. His and her interactions too close so soon came off as intimidating for him. Alphas could be extremely aggressive and unsafely forward on claiming an omega upon first meeting. Brutalizing them into submission or worse, outright killing them when rejected. Omegas were flighty in an alphas presence and would hide away until they left the territory. A preferred slower courting by an alpha, without a beta, was limited to gift giving outside an omegas den.

Specifically meals the omega needed while too anxious to leave. A task she'd taken seriously on having each offer being better than the last. “I'll clean your clothes in the meantime. When you're out and dry I'll have dinner for you both.” stepping away she left him alone for some privacy.

He questioned in thought. Dinner? How long was I out? Another day lost, another day closer to his heat kicking off. I have to get out. His mind repeated. I can't get past the door. That things built to survive a battering ram. rubbing his face to rake his hands through his hair. Ethan went to look outside the bathroom to check if she was fully gone. Relaxing that she wasn't poised in front of the bedroom. He got back into the tub for a scrub down in record time. Refreshed in the warm water soothing his bruised body. Resting his head down at the tub's edge he relaxed across from the doorway. Stuck in the water until his clothes were returned.

Soaking for a while he tensed when she returned. His neatly folded clothes set on a lounge chair. “dinner will be ready soon.”

He waited until she was gone to get redressed. His layered outfit still warm from the dryer and smelling of softener. He hated everything about this. Have to get out. His mind buzzed with ideas of what to do. Exploring further out in the den for any other weak point. Only one wall connected to the hall and it felt far too strong to chip through unlike the lower levels. Locking onto the windows next, he ran over expecting them to be fixed to the brick. Hope filled him by a turning roller at its corner. After not having been used in forever it required some extra force to get it open. Peering over the window sill down to a drop that was a good six stories down. Ooh boy. Breathing out his fear of what a drop like that could do. How would I even get down?… an idea hit him, but he needed to be fast before she got back.

Many floors down below, Alcina was in the kitchen distracted by dinner and her girls asking questions again. Focused on not burning the delicate white wine sauce she'd been preparing. Pausing only to check on how the rest of the meal was doing. A pot of bubbling pasta on the fire stove. A side piece of shredded chicken turning crispy in a skillet. Dusting fine herbs across it or adding a little more butter. When the sizzling pan calmed down her girls asked the next important question they had.

Casandra asked. “What will we do about Miranda?”

“I have an idea, although I loath the things I'll have to do for it. So, for right now I'll be focused on courting and possibly coming up with something better.”

Bela asked next while taking the pasta off the stove. “is courting like how betas date?”

“no, it's a bit more intricate than that.” grabbing various things for plating. “even more so after the harm I've done.”

“hasn't he healed yet?”

“his physical body, yes. Not so much the mental. He's been through far more than just our village with all the scars to prove it. His anxiety runs higher than many, for good reason, with determination to keep his daughter safe being the lone factor to press him on. Simple courting through gifts may not be enough.”

“what will you do?”

“I'm thinking. For now it's being as pleasant as possible when I'm around. Keeping him calm and relaxed enough to feel both him and his daughter are safe. This would be far better if we had a beta between us.” Her stirring paused, their conversation dying when they heard the long howl of a Lycan. They'd found something of extreme interest to call the whole pack onto.

Daniela hopped down from sitting on a countertop. “what do you think it is?” trying to find out by a window.

“deer maybe?” Cassandra answered boredly. “one of the last around since they got the rest. You think Miranda will have us keep searching after the three days? I'm tired of wrecking the empty houses for something that's not even there.”

Alcina scoffed. “Even if she does I'll put a stop to it soon enough.” taking the sauce pot off to pour onto the plate of pasta. Each piece carefully handmade from scratch to be beautifully presented.

“Can we see him now?” watching her mother set the plate on a wooden tray.

“no, he still hasn't come out much. I wont be down here often aside from cooking. Longer I stay with him the more used to me he'll get.” next to the plate was a porcelain teapot with a matching tea cup. Taking the set up in one hand as she grabbed the baby bottle in the other.

“Is there really nothing we can do?” Bela asked. “Would us being nearby help calm him?”

“mm.” she hummed. Wanting so badly to see her daughters as excellent alphas. However, their inability to click into hierarchical cues and scents locked them out. Locked down as betas being the closest they can be. They'd have to learn to be betas somehow and wasn't learning by doing the best? “... maybe, if you stay calm you can come up.” hoping they could become that much needed buffer to coax him out. Second guessing when Daniela yelled with joy at possibly seeing him and the baby. “You have to be quiet dear.”

“yes mother!” still too excited.

Maybe I should have Bela go in alone to start. followed up the whole way by the three.

Daniela reached the door first, about to rush in when she snapped back. “It's freezing in there!” flashing back behind the group to a warmer part of the hall.

“what?” her mothers brows furrowed. Can't be that cold. Did the fire go out? Approaching the door she felt the icy chill of high mountain air. Alarmed, she rushed right over to the bedroom noticeably missing its canopy. “WHAT?!” she shouted toward the stripped down bed. Every single layer but the pillow pile was gone. Roughly setting the food down she didn't have to look far for the escape window. A crafted together robe attached to a pillar went out the entire way down to the roof. A set of prints set running away in the snow. NO! That howl earlier stirred up a cloud of dread. Too late for the girls. It was getting dark, the snow fall was too big a risk for them. Racing faster than she ever had to, to leave the castle.

“we can go-” Bela's offer was shot down.

“no! Stay here, I'll find him by tracking the Lycan's.” if Miranda hasn't reached him. She didn't bother to grab a coat, bashing her iron fence out of the way with no care toward it. Listening for any sign she was closing in while following the scent of wet dog. Inner rage kept her warm at the scent of blood. His, drifting on the blowing wind. How dare they! She grit her teeth together. On the hunt for the source she found an unfortunate Lycan first, covered in his dried blood. it didn't have time to react to her sudden appearance when it was turned into a flying pile of sliced meat. Each following Lycan suffered the same deadly fate that had the pack fleeing in terror. Clearing the village it was easier to find his trail without distraction. A mess of blood had her fearing he wouldn't survive the injuries caused. Even with her long striding gait it took a lot of time following his bloody trail. Visions of finding him dead occupied her mind the whole way. Trudging up a steep hill side she heard a familiar waterfall. Squinting through the dark, a large building wasn't far. Beneviento. A growl left her chest. If she did anything. Heading right for the door his trail ended.

Inside the house was a small figure watching her out the upstairs window. A delicately crafted doll in a tattered wedding dress it'd always had. “Oooh boy.” the doll would be sweating bullets if it could. Her connected life line, Donna, certainly was.

Ethan had run inside their house half an hour ago a bloody mauled mess to go hide in the basement. Donna didn't think much about it, but that he was an annoyance barging in. posturing her flowers to shake their hallucinogenic pollen in the basement. A call ready to be sent off to Miranda that he was here when the scent of his blood hit her. It took her a moment to guess what it was. Something warmly sweet that didn't match a neutral betas. Wide eyed at the distorted scent hitting her like a ton of bricks. It had been so long since she'd seen an omega she thought they were extinct already. Caught between the alpha mother Miranda and a horribly injured omega she so badly wanted. Donna just wanted to kick him out and wipe her hands clean as if nothing happened at all.

She sent her doll companion, Angie down to try and scare him out. Cursing at him that he was “fucking up the floor!” with his blood getting everywhere.

He was disturbed by her appearance, yet refused to move. In part it was because he couldn't. His blood wasn't seeping out from a few cuts. About torn apart four different ways by the Lycan pack cornering him in the village. Wheezing through the blood filling his mouth. Nose dripping blood onto his shredded chest. Legs equally mangled as bits of flesh hung off in shreds. Claw marks, bites, stabs, arrows jutting from his back. It was a miracle he fought them off and lost them in the snow to make it here.

On the verge of passing out he told the doll to “fuck off.” head ticking up to stay awake.

When the baby wrapped in his arms began to cry the two backed off on chasing him out. They missed seeing her when he ran through to hide among a cotton filled barrel pile. and Unlike him, she was unharmed. Donna let him be alone to rest, hopefully heal, to eventually leave on his own. After ten minutes she wanted to go down and check on them. Fighting her beta instincts to care for him. They didn't provide care in the same way alphas could, but acted more as a family bond kind of care. Betas attached to alphas or omegas in starting a clan structure. Many would say alphas were the top, betas the middle, and omegas were at the very bottom in a power hierarchy. It was More of omegas were alongside the alphas at the core. as an important pair that was the head of the family. Betas were more of a circle around them and treated with just as much respect. They cared for the sick, injured, helped care for the pairs needs, and provided a separation of safety between the two. A bond that Donna was naturally picking up, begrudgingly, around the two. Twelve minutes passed when she gave in by sending Angie down. The knocked over barrel of cotton he had burrowed in was stained red with his blood. His body wheezed in its passed out state, his child keeping quiet. unaware of why, but instinctively knowing it wasn't safe to make any noise.

She debated for a minute or two then grabbed some supplies. A bunch of blankets, herbs, a first aid kit, and a jug of water. “annoying, annoying!” her friend spoke fast in skipping along beside her. Taking the elevator down where Angie led the way to him in the workshop.

What a waste of stuffing. She thought, removing the tainted cotton. Checking over him she gently shook his shoulder. Flinching when he was startled up, slamming his head into the barrel. He groaned in pain and looked to her. Flinching away when she got close. An offer of water helped to ease his worries.

It was easier to relax around her, a beta then an alpha. They didn't kill young who were potential competition. They had no urge to claim omegas. They didn't want to kill over territory. They were far calmer in temperament and Donna's whispering tone made it extra easy. Scrubbing out his wounds using a bottle of alcohol. Letting her patch him up with healing poultice and stitching wire. Chugging all the water she brought him. Managing to patch up his shredded pants with dark fabrics Angie fetched from upstairs.

Angie gestured toward him. “Can you take off that mangled rag you call a jacket?” it needed more work then his pants did.

Stiffly he did as he was told. Removing his jacket and the sweater underneath. Skin prickled at the cold hitting him before he was handed the blankets. Shuffling them around to fill the emptied barrel. It wasn't as fancy as the other den, but it would do. Hidden underground in a dark corner among a pile of barrels was the closest one could get to a natural underground burrow. Hunkering down beside Rose, who at least made quiet babbling noises when her father relaxed enough.

Donna collected everything to put away. Fixing his jackets up stairs using similar colored cloth. While Angie talked to her about the suddenly acquired omega. “so, do we tell mother Miranda?”

And get blamed for his injuries? I won't take the chance of dealing with an angry alpha. Speaking to the doll without physically needing to. Especially after Salvatore was vaporized. I'm going to wait and see what he does. Maybe he'll leave when he's rested enough.

“mother Miranda complained about him getting that kid last night. You'd think he'd be gone by now.”

The mountains around here aren't exactly a lovely stroll. All this snow blocked off the roads until spring. unlucky, but lucky for him it must've covered his trail from the Lycan's for the most part. He must be on suppressants too. I could hardly smell him when he came in.

“Why do you think she didn't mention it? Think she didn't know?”

no, she stole the child for a reason. I assume the same reason is why she gave winters to Heisenberg. Since lady Dimitrescu-

“is heading up here.”

huh? - what?!

Now, presently, they had an incredibly pissed off alpha coming for them. “DONNA!” her name was roared from outside.

“uh, lemme talk to her.” Angie ran out the room to meet downstairs. Donna could always put the doll back together if it was sliced to pieces, unlike herself.

Their door was chopped to bits for the other to crouch through impatiently. “Donna!”

“whoa, whoa, whoa lady! You didn't have to kill the door!” gesturing to the scattered pieces.

“Where is he?!” claws out in preparation to shred the doll down. “I know he's here! Did you touch him?!”

she took cover behind a wood pillar. “He's here, safe, fine!” quick to answer.

“where?!”

“he's hiding. Sleeping off his injuries.”

“where?” her anger doused enough to set her claws away.

“won't say.”

“you-!”

“no! Hang on Godzilla! He's resting! You'll freak him out and ruin all the stitches!”

Alcina let out another growl. Hot air blew out her nose to fog the air. Reigning in her anger to speak more civilly. “How bad is he?”

“they mauled him pretty good. You saw the trail. Took forever to clean the floors. Got him stitched up and packed with herbs. He did a lot better than others we've seen torn the same.”

“Is his daughter with him?”

“Yes, she didn't need any care.”

“Have you told Miranda he's here?”

“no, we tried to avoid having an angry alpha in our house. Have you?”

“no.”

“going to?”

“… I don't plan on it.”

“oooh?”

“tsk, shut it.”

“whyyyy? Is Miss mountain hiding something?”

“Yes, and so are you. So I suggest you keep your mouth shut unless you want to end up like Salvatore.”

“Yeah, yeah, don't have to tell us twice.” leaving her minimal protection behind the pillar. “How long have you known about him?”

“these past days. He escaped Heisenberg rather effortlessly after the meeting. Took me longer than I'd like to admit to recognize after chasing him around my castle. Got him once on my claws and he yelped.” a sting felt in her chest when she recalled the sound.

“aaaand?”

“and I've had him in a den since yesterday before he climbed out a window.”

“If he was there, then who got the kid for him? Hmm?”

“ugh. … my girls.”

Angie manically laughed. “heh heh! oooh, you are in trouble.”

“So are you, pest.”

she laughed again. “ha, ha, sure are.” Calming down. “Do you want some tea?”

she let out a tired sigh. “yes.”

Without the threat of being turned to meat cubes, Donna came down stairs. Starting a kettle on the stove to sit at her dining table with Alcina. Angie sat on a stack of books atop her own chair. Together they Discussed the one resting down below. Sipping cups of freshly made hot tea in between Alcina's questions.

“What did you give him?”

“a few blankets.” Angie answered for Donna.

“that's all?”

“We weren't expecting a guest.”

“That's hardly a nest.” Alcina's judgment of his new nest went on and on. Switched to debating how to get him back to the castle.

“Move him? You can’t possibly move him right now. The stress between that and you looming over would send him into shock.” Angie pointed out as they argued. Coming to the conclusion that he shouldn't be moved right now. conversation shifting gears into negotiations. “you can't move in!” the doll screeched.

“I'm not, he is. I'll bring everything he needs.”

“And what if we don't want him?”

“He's already moved in for a little too long. You treated his wounds and stopped me from simply taking him. You've developed a soft spot, surely.”

Donna let out a sigh knowing it was the truth. If he's moving in, I'll be watching him. tell her-

Angie grumbled before speaking clearly to the tall lord. “Fine, but you can't see him.”

Alcina's immediate reaction was fury in the form of claws gouging deeply into the table. “why not?”

“what do you mean “why not?” he ran away because he's terrified of you! For god's sake lady!”

“He's my omega, not yours.” releasing a deep growl of warning.

“don't you “Rrrr”, me. You wanna see him all the time. Take him back to that tacky castle of yours. I'm sure he'll be absolutely thrilled! Make sure there are bars on the windows this time.”

Alcina swore she was breathing out fire with each breath. Speaking her reply through grit teeth. “fine.” cooling the bellowing dragon within. Tapping her nails on the counter. “shall I assume this will be a classic courting then?”

“yes.” setting the rules. “Cant see him, but bring what you want and we'll pass it along. When all sides are ready, we'll gather.”

“very well. I'll bring everything over while it's still dark.” tapping the table one last time then she stood to leave. “Sorry about the door. I'll bring you another.” apologizing as she leaned through the doorway. Mildly regretting her lack of coat now. The winds chilling her skin without a roaring fury inside.

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