#but i want to go back to only losing my mind over the Dimitrescus

[caitlynmeow]

ugh gonna try to conjure my dimitrescu hyperfixation back by watching some videos and hoping for the best

[fantasy-relax]

Sweet Alpha Dangerous Omega

Part 12 Part 13

Writing the instructions for Lucia's “special care,” anger at the words spoken against her made her blood burn but remembering the abuse you had been subjected to caused her to lose control of her strength destroying the pencil in her hand.

Again.

Opening her desk drawer, she took out another one and continued writing however her thoughts continued to wander.

How is it possible that Bela was incapable of watching over a human?

If she doesn't have time to pay attention to you then she should have left you under her command at least she would have something to distract herself while her punishment is revoked.

“Alpha accepted her punishment even though she was only fulfilling her duty to defend us.”

Cassandra rolls her eyes at the Omega's sad statement from her.

“Oh, yes the powerful Alpha defended us from the cruel and evil servant, I'll finish writing this and I'll go look for her to blow her as a reward.”

“…”

An image of her stay with you crossed her mind causing her to drop her pencil in favor of covering her face grunting in annoyance as she felt the heat of her blush.

"Your fault"

"Be quiet"

She hated how you acted like a weakling when she remembered perfectly how you had no problem forcing her to submit to your will of course that she was the one who had total control over the situation using you to satisfy that stupid need that had been annoying her for years.

You are just a tool to deal with her Heat she will use you until your life comes to an end and when her Omega starts acting insufferable again, she will simply look for a new distraction.

Of course, if you don't end up dead first because of another error on Bela's part.

Miss Perfect thinking she knows everything when she can't even take care of a starving peasant alpha.

With how easy it is for to leave the smallest amount of the swarm to watch over you.

Closing her eyes she focuses on the part of her that she left in your room.

She only does it because she knows you're useless in taking care of yourself.

The first thing she sees is how you jump out of bed even though you should still be resting, you really are an imbecile.

“Alpha is very careless with her health”

“An Idiot is what she is.”

She dodges your attacks with ease before showing mercy and leaving only a fly with you.

The last thing she needs is for you to get hurt again.

Letting out a laugh as she sees how you resign yourself to her presence, she rests on your neck.

“How warm”

“It's nothing special”

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Normal, being treated like that is completely normal for you.

“How dare them to treat our Alpha like that!”

Insults? Normal.

“Filthy bitch” “Disgusting rat” “Scum”

Violence? Normal.

*BAM* “How dare you?!”

The pain made her vomit the little she had eaten.

Contempt? Normal.

"You can bandage yourself; I don't understand why you look for me, that's weakness S¨***, you shouldn't be weak"

“Cassandra”

Breathing hurts, moving hurts.

“Cassandra”

“You should never show weakness, or do you want to end up like your mother?”

“Cassandra!”

“Be used and discarded”

 The smell of putrefaction is overwhelming.

“Cassandra?”

“Killed by a parasite”

Rot.

“Cassandra?”

She didn't ask to be born, father.

Rot.

"My girl"

Roses

"You are safe"

Roses

"You are at home"

Roses

“Mom will never hurt you.”

Mother

Returning to the present, the first thing she sees is her mother kneeling in front of her with her arms outstretched waiting patiently for her. Cassandra jumps up hugging her neck, hiding her face on it, immersing her in a scent that promises security and love, hands capable of breaking marble gently stroke her back, the ringing in her ears drowned out by the purring coming from her mother's chest.

Mother, Alcina Dimitrescu.

The images Memories fade like water between fingers.

The normal.

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Entering her studio, the first thing she does is go to her easel. Which, while old is in good condition.

*CRACK*

With a light squeeze the wood is fractured which is more than enough to justify needing a new one.

“Our sisters should stay away from our Alpha.”

Her sisters spend more time with you than with her she should have stopped it as soon as she found out about the private classes.

Cassandra had to use all her self-control not to growl as she talked knowing full well that her sisters would use it against her.

“We knew that Daniela wouldn't think twice before touching”

The smell of the sweets that her younger sister unceremoniously devoured hid yours easily.

Also, why the fuck does Bela know that detail about you? You are supposed to have a separate room to sleep in, you had nothing to do in any other room specially her sister's.

“Alpha shouldn't wear our sister's clothes.”

Bela was the one who punished you unjustly, why did you forgive her so quickly?

“To avoid conflicts in the Pack”

Still, why did you agree to wear her clothes?

Do you also prefer her older sister?

"Is not like that"

Have you already wandered off?

“No, Alpha wouldn't do that.”

Towards the responsible, maternal and feminine Bela.

“Alpha is ours!”

The Perfect Woman.

"Ours!"

If Bela had been an omega...

“Alpha not…”

Would you have chosen her over her?

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“I gave you clear instructions and you still do it wrong. Didn't my sisters teach you to read?”

Others would have run with their tail between their legs upon hearing the venom in her voice, you stood firm and despite the air of seriousness with which you acted, your scent gave you away.

Happiness, adoration, sadness, determination.

Every time she visited the workshop, the moment you noticed her presence you stopped everything you were doing to focus all your attention on her.

"As it should be"

Growling to avoid purring, she destroyed the six easels you had created in one day in seconds.

“Again, and don't use so much varnish this time.”

“Whatever you want, Lady Cassandra.”

She left the workshop ignoring her omega's protests to stay with you longer.

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Cassandra can't help but rub her eyes and pinch her arm hard to make sure she's woken up from her nap.

“It's not a dream” The Omega comments despite sharing the same confusion.

In front of her is an Alpha kneeling with her head lowered and in her hands is a white rabbit's fur, the skin is white as snow without cuts that detract from its beauty, simply impeccable.

“For you Lady Cassandra.”

“A courting gift”

At what point do she grab it?

“Sweet alpha, good alpha”

Clenching her jaw she threw the fur to the ground.

"NO"

“Pathetic,” Making sure to keep her tone of voice neutral, she spoke. “You couldn't even complete my order and you come with more garbage, out of my sight.”

“Take it back! Apologize!” Despair and anger emanated from her omega.

"Shut up!"

A voice distracted her from the discussion.

“If you don't want it, I'll keep it, after all it's too nice a gift to be wasted.” Bela held her fur carefully in her hands. “There's no problem, right, Alpha?”

“It's our gift!”

She could feel the blood on her palm, her nails had pierced her skin.

“No problem, Bela.”

“Alpha stop! How can you do this?” She didn't know if the question was towards her or towards you.

“White looks good on me, don't you think?”

"Take it back!"

The blonde caressed your cheek, and you rested your face on it closing your eyes calmly.

“You are so sweet, dear Alpha.”

*THUMP*

“Our gift…”

"I don't care"

“Our alpha…”

"I don't care"

"Why are you doing this?"

"I don't care"

“She would hate us…”

"I don't care"

"Why do you hate me?"

"I don't care"

"I am you…"

“…”

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From that day on her omega remained silent, she felt her presence but not a sound came from her.

It was what she had always wanted so why the hell did she feel so bad?

Her visits to the workshop continued, the easels you made were perfect however the mere thought that you would go after her sisters the moment you had more free time caused her immense fury that led her to destroy it to avoid it.

Your visits also continued and the silence in her mind remained.

Even after seeing her sisters show off the gifts that she had rejected, her omega did not utter the slightest complaint or comment.

The discomfort inside her grew more every second.

“Cass, I really can't believe you reject gifts as beautiful as these.” Just hearing Bela's voice caused the hair on the back of her neck to rise.

“Alpha is really a sweetheart, she is so gentle and hard-working,” Daniela commented as she walked next to her, “it would be a waste to leave her alone, I think I'm going to ask her if she wants to be my mat-

The redhead didn't finish her sentence before being pushed with such force that she went through the wall and the bookshelf behind it.

Transforming into her swarm Cassandra left before Bela could reproach her for her actions.

Silence, in her mind there was only silence.

It was then that she felt it, her Heat had arrived.

And everything turned black.

[sapphicrow]

Re8 Characters as Crane Wives Songs!

Karl Heisenberg- Take Me To War

I think he would be this song because it’s very violent and argumentative, as he is. Also. The man literally is jam packed with the desire for a revolution and his design is heavily influenced by WWII elements. It’s a very simple connection, but suiting.

Donna Beneviento - Unraveling

I think this song reminds me of her not because I imagine her exactly as the serial romantic that the narrator of this tragic tale is, but because of the fact that she has dealt with a lot of loss in her life. Between the death of her family, then anyone she may have had in the village when Miranda ordered them to be massacred, as well as earlier her humanity. The idea of unraveling, or losing it per se, alludes to her characteristic mental illness. Shes off the rails, we love that for her, and so does this song. One of the main lyrics in the song is “But now my love is gone / and I am left unraveling” and I just feel that encompasses how she’s been abandoned to her dolls to wither out of sight. Also the song goes tailor, gardener, then carpenter and she is all of those things which I find to be a rather seemly match.

Salvatore Moreau - Nobody

Now, the artists themselves describe this as a queer tragedy, but I think I can yank it out of context a bit to fit the silly. Now, this song states over and over again how “nobody ever loved me like she tells me she does” and I feel that is a very manipulative statement. Moreau does not have much of a back story, but one of the original concepts for his character was that he was to have the woman he loved melded to his back in a somewhat perverse fashion where she would be forced to stay with him. This idea is encapsulated by the obsessive and toxic nature of the relationship this song portrays. If you really want to have a think about it, you could imagine it was the woman herself trying to justify Moreau’s actions to herself. However, I was thinking more along the route of how Miranda surely had to lead this poor fish on for him to be so devoted. I don’t mean romantically, but she most definitely was more involved to begin. Nobody ever loved him like she told him she does. That doesn’t mean she does, but it does illustrate how she taunted him with the idea of a mom, leading him to create this familial illusion in his twisted mind.

Alcina Dimitrescu- Tongues & Teeth

Now this one was a little tricky, I was torn between this one and The Wolf but I feel this one gives more of that cruel seductiveness we have come to associate with Lady Dimitrescu. This song is very blatant. “And when you come in quick to steal a kiss / my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear” I love to imagine our lady as a woman who relishes in her power, not one who is insecure in it. She will not shy away from her own strength, nor will she temper it for anybody. Tongues & Teeth tells it like it is- should you wish to be hers, you are going to get hurt. End of story. She’s going to hurt you. This is no accident, this is no fluke. She is violent in her very nature. But on the contrary to that, this is a warning. This gives you the courtesy to flee. I think she would want you to at least be willing to be broken by her in some capacity, which is why she would even say anything in the first place. Also. I think the song is a banger and I’d like to bang her.

Cassandra Dimitrescu- Show Your Fangs

Cassie is a huntress, a conclusion made among fans due to her final fight being fought within the Dimitrescu castle’s armory. She is strong and has a fierce playful energy to her, going as far as toying with Ethan with her lil “RAH!”s that admittedly did scare me a few times. I view this song as a sort of feminine war song. “I’m not your highness, a damsel left helpless by fright / I am a lioness, fierce as I walk through the night” Out of the three sisters, she is certainly the most combative. In addition to the obvious associations, I believe that the line stating that she is not your highness is a sort of jab at the title of countess. She wants nothing to do with that power. She is wild and bitey and feral. She is in no way a ‘proper’ lady. She refuses that idea outright and I mclove that for her.

Bela Dimitrescu- Steady, Steady

We all imagine Bela as the perfect, shining golden child of the Dimitrescus. She’s responsible, respectful, and just overall a polite little lady. But I think she’s more wild than that. The duality of this song orchestrates this view wonderfully. Sang in a slow, deep melody; “Steady, steady, you know when you’re ready.” This shows her prim side, I also like to imagine this as her mantra muttered between deep breaths as she goes to present her work to her mom. (She’s always well received, but she over thinks it a lot.)

And then the other side of this song goes in a more frantic, rambunctious tune; “I’m swimming in this dress like a child in her mothers clothes/ This ring around my fingers like a chain around my throat” and while I suppose the original intent was to allude to an unhappy marriage, I think we can point it towards the subtle resentment Bela holds towards her responsibilities and how she feels as though she’s not the right person for the job. Bela deals with a lot of impostor syndrome on this matter. I just think this song gives both sides of our dynamic blondie. (Alternatively for Bela, Hard Sell)

Daniela Dimitrescu- Icarus

Originally, Icarus was a tale of a young fool who got too close to the sun. It is also the tale of a boy who wanted Apollo BAD bad. Daniela feels very youthful and naive to me, she was locked up after all. I think that her mother acknowledged that she was desperate for outside interaction and that this was a threat to her, thus her seclusion in the library. However, in the end, her delusions of romance had her get just a bit too close to Ethan. “My love will fall with grace,” says the song. And so she did. She flew too close to the sun. Plus this song is super spunky and that gives Dani vibes.

Mother Miranda- Never Love An Anchor

Okay so. This song speaks of a shitty shitty relationship, one that’s maternal evidently. I believe this is symbolic of Mother Miranda’s connection with the lords. Heisenberg, who wound up in her control against his own will, shown respect solely for his success as a subject. Donna, demented and alone, was taken under her wing only for her to be defenseless when Ethan attacked. Alcina, mighty and beautiful, but weak and insecure in her own mind, left to yearn for her favor. Moreau, grotesque and ruined by Miranda’s hand, then allowed to spoil further as his desperate need for her love went unfed.

“Do you ever think of me and my two hands? And wonder why they never soothed your fevers? And wonder why they never tied your shoes? And wonder why they never held you gently? And wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?” On a separate note, I think this could be something Miranda thinks to herself as she fights for Eva. If her consciousness is trapped in the megamycete, it stands to reason that she is conscious in there. I wonder if Miranda ever worried if Eva could overhear the carnage she was causing for her. I wonder if she spoke to her, apologizing for not being a good enough mom. I wonder if the guilt would overwhelm her to the point she was crumpled on her lab’s floor, weeping against bare earth and mold, begging her to forgive her. Hm. Food for thought.

Bonus! Mirancina- The Moon Will Sing

[dmc-tings]

The Lord's helping their s/o recover from an injury

Alcina Dimitrescu

She had left you in care of her daughter's

Or them in your care

She was leaving to meet with the other Lord's and Mother Miranda

Lady D gone, the girls wanted to play a game

Hide and seek!!

They hide and you... well you don't seek

You actually just do whatever, and they end up popping up whenever

You sat on the balcony, reading and enjoying some coffee

The girls had started to play earlier in the day

It was afternoon, when you started to get worried about them

You got up to search rhe castle

Finding your way into the library, you heard their laughter

One at the top of the steps Daniela, shot out in front of you

Letting out a "boo", raising her hands above you (you know like a monster on Halloween)

You yelped and tumbled down both sets of stairs

"Uh oh..." Cassandra said, standing next to her sisters

You landed heavily on your side, blood streaming from your head

The girls rushed to you, finding you knocked unconscious

Things got worse, as Alcina finally came home and saw the trio trying to maneuver you to your room

"What happened?!" She barked, taking you from them

Though not listening for an answer she took you up

You sturred in her arms, "Al...Alcina?"

She shushed you, caressing your cheek

"You have a head wound, Darling. But do not fall asleep."

You tried to nod, but failed, resting your head on her shoulder

Once bandaged up, she asked you what happened

You explained, leaving out the part about the girls scaring you

She nodded and looked at you wound

"You'll stay here with me until your fully healed."

You tried to argue, but she only stood, taking you with her

And tucked you in

For the next few weeks, Alcina took care of all your needs

Food, drink, changing your bandages, keeping you company

She almost gave you a bath, but you protested to the point of almost being drug into the bathroom

She finally conceded and let you bathe alone (sometimes)

"Why are you coddling me, Alcina? I'm an adult! Yo-"

"If something where to happen to you. If I was to lose you, my wrath would know no end."

You shut your face after that

And finally let her take care of you

Your head finally fully healed and Alcina finally backed off

She keeps a better eye in you though

Salvatore Moreau

"Its was an accident, Salvatore."

"You shouldn't have been there, my precious."

You where in the bed, surrounded by blankets

Bruised ribs, is what Donna told you

And you knew you couldn't move

But that don't matter now, your safe

Salvatore kept you there, serving you hand and foot

But you had gotten tired off his constant condescending tones

"Darling, shut it. Your not helping me heal by stressing us BOTH out. Please." You rubbed your head

And he promptly shut his mouth, reaching over with a cool hand, soothing you

Letting out a humm, you enjoyed his hand, gently rubbing your now throbbing head

Smiling, your fish man stood and you let out a whine

"Im going to get you some pain medicine, my dear. Ill be back shortly." He promised, lumbering away

He kept his word, bring you something for your ribs and head

He helped you sit up, and you huffed after taking the medicine

"Im sorry for snapping at you..."

You know he never took your snapping at him as a serious matter, he was always patient with you

Moreau took your hand in his and smiled

"My Precious. You know I don't mind."

You frowned, whincing from the pain and from his gentle tone

"You get it enough from the big bitch and metal bastard.... I shouldn't give you shit..."

He hummed, sensing your pain, both emotional and physical

"Yes... but do rest..."

You settled down for another nap

This continued for a few weeks...

Until you were able to walk on your own

Yet he ordered some of the Vârcolac to keep at your side

Angie and Donna Beneviento

It happened in the damn garden

You told Donna to get rid of the roots from some of the bigger plants

But she insisted it was for the better

And now you were sitting still with ice on your sprained ankle

And your girlfriend buzzing about like a bee

"Im sorry. I didn't think they would get in the way like that..."

You tried to tell her that it was fine but she kept coming into the room and out of the room

Handing you tea and snacks every ten damn minutes

You finally grabbed her and pulled her into your lap

"Donna. My love. Dearest thing. Please. Calm down. I just sprained my ankle. I just need to stay off of it for a while ok?"

Donna finally took a few breaths and relaxed against you

"O-ok. I-"

You patted her head and gently rubbed her back.

"Yeah, yeah. Just be quiet for a bit ok?"

She could really be worrisome, and sometimes you had to remind her to cool it.

She soon fell asleep on you and you followed suit

Karl Heisenberg

"I told you to keep outta my part of the Factory. And look at you now. All wrapped up like a burrito."

You glared at him

It was true, your food was wrapped up like a burrito

But that was because your boyfriend was an idiot

A mechanical genius

But a fat idiot when it came to matters about you.

"Karl. I only stubbed my toe. You're over reacting."

He huffed and placed a tray of food on your lap

And sat next to your foot, giving it a poke

You frowned and kicked him with your bandage boot

Well tried to

In retaliation, he stood up and laid on you with his full weight

Knocking the wind out of you

It was just his way of keeping you still and in his arms

Just an idiots way of dealing with the love of his life

[wallflowerimagines]

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

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

Alcina Dimitrescu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Donna Beneviento

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Angie gives you a bonk with the stick.

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

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

Salvatore Moreau

[Press X to doubt]

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

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

O-oh. 😳

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

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

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

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

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

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

Karl Heisenberg

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Best Part Of Me || Karl Heisenberg ||

A/n: Now that I know his name, I can actually write about him.   Now that I fought him and read is journal { damn they were sad } I can actually write about him.

This is also kinda tied to my sense’s story with Ethan! cause I love Ethan 

Spoilers for the game: This takes place before and after the events of the game minus me changing a few things.

Prompts Used: “You're the best part of me”

Tagged: @girl-obsessed-with-things. @themagpiewitchescorner, @cookieuwupanda, @luvley-shadow​, @rosariia25​, @screechinginthevoid​, @primusk​, @ceooflovingpizza​, @kbenziepie​, @mrsfullbuster500​, @princessemily129​, @turtl3-warr1or​, @aiko-akina-writes​, @hannahhobnob​, @littlebatsimagines​, @ktcat88mph​.

All he wanted to do was drink, dealing with Miranda and Dimitrescu....well everyone was just getting on his nerves. Leaving the small village was easy enough though he always hated stepping in the city. To many scents tended to hurt his nose.

Slipping into the pub he slipped back into a darkened corner, once he ordered a beer for himself the man was about to settle in his seat until a soft laugh got his attention. Shifting his body, his eyes went wide for a moment as he took your appearance in. Now you were something, perfect body in his eyes and the smile...what a killer. Slowly licking his lips he made his way over to you, now you were different, different than the people of that dinky village so you must be a tourist. 

“Hello...beautiful.”

Blinking you turned your attention to the voice, a lazy smile slipped on your lips as you spotted the man. He was tall, a lot taller than you not to mention the large hat he wore covered his face. Part of you knew he must be handsome and his voice, damn he must sound good in bed. Shaking your head you watched your friend slip out from the chair once they spotted someone else to talk to, the man taking their place.

“Beautiful huh? Got a name stranger.”

Slipping off his hat Karl looked you over, his arms crossing over your chest. “Karl.”

“Karl...that’s it?

“Christ..Karl Heisenberg.”

Laughing you sipped at your drink biting your lip. “See was that so hard?” you teased the man. “Y/n... Y/n L/n.”

“Well Y/n...since you look like a fish out of water, I’d be happy to give you a tour.” Giving you a wink, he placed his hat on your head as you slipped out of the chair. 

“Perfect! I was waiting for a handsome tour guide.”

You never thought a week vacation your turn into you staying with the man for a year. What you thought would be a one night stand or at least a fling turned into something more. You found yourself really falling for the man and while he was cocky at first you could see he was hiding behind a lot of pain.

Karl Heisenberg never thought that he’d find himself falling in love, let alone someone normal, something not like him...not a monster. When he first felt the flicker of something he tried to push you away, god he tried but he just couldn’t. You were the first thing that made him something other than the hate and self loathing. He found himself spending less time with his so called family and more time with you.

So when you told him that you were pregnant he was excited, the man couldn’t have felt more happier. While he knew he had to keep the news away from them, he couldn’t let Miranda find out you were pregnant. He wasn’t going to let that bitch or anyone else take you let alone touch you or his unborn child or else all hell would break lose.

But then of course Ethan Winters had to come in ruin it, he was going to ask the man for help to take the bitch down but you had to walk in. Belly round with his child. He forced himself to not snap at you, you shouldn’t be here. It was too dangerous. 

“Karl...this needs to stop...you need to let him go.”

“But he.” The man snapped turning to face you though his gaze softened as he noticed your cheeks stained with tears. “Y/n..please.” Ignoring Ethan he stepped closer to you. His arms slowly wrapping around your waist as he pressed his had to yours. “This is the only way to keep you safe...our child safe.”

“At the cost of what?.” Pulling out of Karl’s arm you watched as the man you knew as Ethan struggled to stand. “I’m not going to stand here and watch you get yourself killed, stand here and watch you use a child. Tell me...what would you do if you were in his place? Would you want someone using your child..” Letting your arms wrap around your stomach you glanced down refusing to look at the man. “What would you do if Miranda wanted our child Karl.”

Digging his nails into his palm, he took a small step forward then placed his hand on your belly. He didn’t even want to think about that, it made him sick to his stomach on what that woman would do. 

“You're the best part of me” He pressed his head against yours. “You gotta know that...” Sighing he turned to glare at the man, his lips raising into a snarl. “Get the fuck out of my sight before I change my mind, but you better hurry cause that bitch want’s your kid...that Rose is fucking powerful Ethan.” Tipping his hat to the man he wrapped his arms around your waist as he tugged you away from the baffled man.

Karl knew that the bolder punching bastard was around and he was positive that the bastard was going to destroy his factory so he wanted to get you out of here way before any of that shit happened. Not looking back the man easily carried you on his back, the man was thankful that one of those idiot agents left a truck behind. Glancing around the man watched as a large tree started to grow in the distance when he stole the damn car driving off, he only relaxed when knew he was far away from that damn village.

“Thank you Karl.” Giving him a smile you rested your hand on your stomach as the other grasped his free hand. 

Snorting, Heisenberg gave your hand a squeeze. “Don’t mention it beautiful.”

Six years, Karl Heisenberg couldn’t believe that six years had passed since all that crap. Now living in the states the man was happy to put his fucked up life behind him. He was a father now and while he may have to hide what he could do from some noisy neighbors, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t entertain his kids. While he hated Miranda for what she did to him he still enjoyed seeing the smile on his children's faces whenever he’d bend a piece of metal.

Relaxing on the couch he glanced over spotting his newborn son sleeping in his playpen. You must have been reading to the twins and he was sure the eldest, his five year old was fast a sleep. Titling his head up he watched you slip out one of the rooms, a yawn escaping your lips as you walked over to your husband.

Smiling you slipped into his arms, nuzzling into his neck. “Is he asleep?”

“Hmm, mean’s we can have some fun if you’d like.” He joked as his hand rested on your hips, you let out a laugh feeling his beard tickle your skin. 

“As much as I’d love for you to ravage me, I’m just tired.” yawning you gave him a lazy kiss.

Returning it, the man gave you a nod as he held you closer to his chest. “Hmp...I’ll let you get some sleep then, you deserve it Y/n.” 

Smiling against his chest, you let your eyes drift closed feeling your husbands fingers run down your back. Sighing Karl let his fingers play with your hair, you really were the best thing that happened to him. Thanks to you he felt happy, thanks to you he actually had a family that cared about him and thanks to you he was still alive because deep down he knew that Ethan would have ended his life.

“Hmp..” his eyes drifted towards the card lying on the coffee table, a picture of Ethan Winters with his wife, along with little Rose and a few other children. “I always knew he was a tough bastard...good for you Winters.”

Closing his eyes, Heisenberg smiled as he let himself fall asleep with his arms still holding you. “I love my family.”

[its-deputy-caleb]

I saw your post of the Lords reacting to there s /o getting killed by mother Miranda but wat if they puld a uno reverse and kill her 🤔

okay so slight warning on this one it’s a little graphic for violence as miranda dies and also for the sake of this HC miranda can be killed much easier bc i didn’t want to write too much for it! I’m not super happy with how it turned out since it’s kinda rushed so i apologise that it’s not my best but enjoy nonetheless. also if you want to know the context go and read the first HC for these, it’ll make more sense!

Alcina Dimitrescu

The event of your death had crushed the Lady Dimitrescu as she never quite returned to her normal self.

The quiet grieving was getting to her, eating at her heart as she missed you every single day.

She missed holding you in her arms, playing with you hair, going to dinner together and all the things that now make her feel nothing but sourness and empty on the inside.

One day she’s called to a meeting with Mother Miranda, an odd request ever since she remained in the castle walls.

However, Alcina accepts to meet Mother Miranda, having felt numb for a number of months now. The first thing she notices is that she’s alone, none of the other siblings are amongst the pews of the Church.

Something in her breaks and her long nails extend as she sees red in her vision. All the grief and pain she’s felt from losing you gets channeled as she picks up Miranda by the throat and cuts her with her razor sharp nails, watching the look of surprise on her face.

Alcina has a grin on her face as she watches Miranda’s eyes slowly get heavy, her gaze intense as she wants miranda to see all the pain she’s caused her.

When she finally lets go of Miranda she’s breathing heavily, flattening out her dress which is now stained in blood.

Killing Miranda didn’t make her pain go away though and mascara stains her pale face as she realises that you’re not coming back to her.

She crumbles to her knees and finally lets herself mourn for you outside of the Castle walls.

The pain of losing you never leaves her and no matter how many times she replays the death of Miranda in her head, no matter how many times she convinces herself that she avenged you her heart breaks further.

And so she returns to the confines of her castle where she continues to mourn for you, the one she loved dearly and will miss for eternity.

Donna Beneviento

Following Mother Miranda after witnessing your death i’d liked torture for Donna.

Each day her chest rings with an unbearable amount of pain and grief as she sits silently behind the woman that took you away.

When they’re at family meetings she’s zoned out, her head drifting back to the happy times with you and remembering how you used to hold her and take her on picnics with Angie.

Her thoughts are always broken when she realises that tears have welled in her eyes and she mustn’t cry in front of Mother Miranda.

One day she’s sitting on her balcony, holding a warm cup of tea in her hand as she watches the waterfall. It was one of your favourite things to do together, especially on early mornings like this one where the mist catches the light beautifully.

The warms of the cup and the business of the water make Donna feel like you’re still here, as if you’re keeping her hands warm instead of the porcelain cup. She finally allows her mind to rest for five minutes as she listens to the roll of water, oh how it mimicked your soothing voice.

In a cloud of black dust, Mother Miranda appears at her front gates and she instantly starts rambling about some new experiment.

Donna isn’t listening however, and she’s upset that Miranda- the woman that took away the only good thing in her gloomy world disturbed her only peaceful moment since your death.

Donna uses her Cadou to make Mother Miranda hallucinate all the pain and suffering she’s feeling, watching as Miranda clutches her head in pain, completely disoriented.

In an instant she summons Angie and through the doll she attacks Miranda in her weakened state.

It’s over in an instant, but it left her form shaking slightly as she longs for you to hold her like you used to.

On shaky legs, she slowly walks over to the little wooden bench she was sitting on and picks up the cup once more, this time Angie sitting next to her.

The cup is cold in her hands and tears roll down her face silently, still in complete shock as she feels the cold wind settle on her cheeks.

The atmosphere feels sour now and she no longer feels your presence or your warmth, the sun hidden behind clouds as the loneliness settles over her once more.

Salvatore Moreau

For his whole life, Salvatore has begged for the attentional and appraisal of Mother Miranda.

But now he doesn’t know what to think, apart of him is so betrayed and angry at her for taking you away but the other half of him, the part holding him back is so devoted to her that he’s never known life without unquestionable loyalty to Miranda.

These days he tears himself apart with it, never knowing what to do or where to think as he jumps between the two mindsets.

When you were with him, you slowly showed him a life beyond Mother Miranda, one that you could both have together if only he’d let you show him.

Now that dream is crushed, but it’s your voice that plays in his head. Your confident but soft voice guiding him to push Miranda away. And so he does.

He waits until everyone has left another one of the countless family meetings until it’s only him and Miranda.

He morphs into his monstrous state, using all the grief he feels from losing you to help him get through what is no doubt a difficult task to go through with.

It’s really the acid that he releases that causes the end of Miranda as he returns to his normal form, watching as she falls to the ground.

“I’m sorry…”

Salvatore is shocked that he even had to power to betray Miranda, knowing that apart of him was still very much devoted to her and her praise.

But nothing, no amount of false love or indoctrination could make Salvatore love anybody more than he loved you and now he’s lost both.

Still he mourns for you each day and each night, never quite knowing what to do with himself but he tries to stay strong for you and tells himself that even though you’re gone he still loves you.

Karl Heisenberg

Since the death of his beloved, Karl has worked non stop to get his army ready.

He’s neglected to take care of himself, barely sleeping or taking a break from building his army as he works tirelessly to kill the woman he’s hated his whole life.

He can’t see the point in taking care of himself, he never really did it to begin. Even more so now as he remembers how you used to take his hand and drag him away from work where you took care of him with home cooked meals and warm showers.

He knows, in some way that you’d be upset to see him like this and his own self depreciation makes him curl in on himself as he can’t do anything without you.

Finally after months of gruelling hard work, his army is finally ready all that he’s ever wanted to do and achieve is fuelled that much more since he lost you.

When Karl finally standing before Mother Miranda, hammer in hand, his body moves on autopilot. He doesn’t even register what he’s done until he pulls his hammer back and Miranda’s lifeless body falls to the floor.

As the adrenaline wears away an emptiness washes over him. That freedom that he wanted for so long always included you in it and now you’re gone.

You were both going to move away together, start a new life with each other and be free of the wrath of Miranda.

When he returns to the factory he packs up the very few belongings he owns, feeling the exhaustion kick in after days of no sleep and fighting.

He places all the photos you took together on a polaroid camera Karl restored for your birthday, wishing he could see your smile just one last time.

He throws in a few other things of yours and his clothes before he walks out of the factory gates, turning to look one last time.

He’d leave and find that new life that you both wanted, it would never feel quite the same without you in there but now there was nothing left in his factory but death and mourning.

[darling-i-read-it]

Lipstick

Karl Heisenberg x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: borderline nsfw like I thought real hard about it, weapons, talks of murder, slight spoilers for resident evil 8

Author’s Note: just impulsively wrote this and am posting it promptly after writing so it has not been edited. Besties im down bad about this sarcastic basterd (also if anyone wants a nsfw part 2...i am willing to provide) (or any other requests for him and Alcina, my favorite bi panic people rn)

Summary: You run into Ethan in Castle Dimitrescu on your way back to the factory.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif)

Ethan Winters genuinely just wanted his daughter back. He was so sick and tired of going through this village in an attempt to save her, running into every possible inconvenience he could find and knowing that he would probably lose fingers fighting them.

Castle Dimitrescu was vast and regal. He might have liked it if he wasn’t running for his and his daughters' lives from the four vampires that lived there.

He was crouched down, holding a gun up as he walked very quietly and carefully throughout the house so as to not alert any of the Dimitrescu daughters. He opened one of the unlocked doors carefully and immediately stopped moving at the sight of someone.

You wore no cloak, to signify that you were a daughter and you were much shorter than the lady of the house. You grabbed one of the lipsticks that Alicna had plenty of and leaned over the vanity to see how it looked on you.

Ethan stood up and held the gun up to your head. You raised an eyebrow, looking at him from the mirror reflection.

“Who are you?” he asked, voice rough. Rougher than his face looked. You put on the lipstick and then rubbed your lips together.

“Do you think this is my color?” He shoved the gun further into your head and you scoffed. “Fine fine. Not one for makeup eh?” You put your hands up and turned around. He let you sit down on the vanity but not without his gun still pointing at your skull. You seemed unphased which would have been weird if Ethan wasn’t incredibly desensitized to everything ever.

“Who are you? Are you one of the vampires? One of the other family members? Who are you?!” You put your hands slowly down on your lap. He let you, but you were testing his patience.

“Not quite.” You gestured to him. “I’m human. Like you. Well not like you, I’m completely human, no mutations or anything done.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he hissed. You waved him off.

“If you hurt me, you will have Karl on your head and I imagine it won’t be pretty. It’s the only way I can get from Castle to Castle unharmed,” you told him.

“Karl?”

“You know, fun hat, frizzy hair, has that big hammer thing. Karl.”

“Heisenberg?” You nodded.

“Yes Ethan, I thought you were smarter than this.” Ethan shook his head quickly and then regained focus, his hand holding the gun shaking a bit.

“Where’s Rose?” You shrugged.

“Fuck if I know Ethan Winters. I’m just the person who lives in a factory and becomes a nuisance for each and every Lord.” He jabbed the gun at your head and you didn’t even flinch.

“You’re lying.”

“Truthfully, I am not. If I knew where Rose was I would at least give you a hint, just to make it interesting.”

“What is Heisenberg to you?” he asked. You smiled a bit, crossing your legs.

“I’m Heisenberg's...girlfriend for lack of a better word. Whatever Mia was to you.” His mind flashed back to Mia. He had barely been able to mourn her. He shook the thought out of his head.

“You know how to get out of here and get Rose yes?”

“I know how to get out of here. How to get Rose, I have no idea. We’ve been over this.”

“But Heisenberg knows and if I can bring you to him, he can tell me.” You shook your head gently.

“Ethan sweetie...I could call for Alcina or the girls at any time and they would be in here in seconds to tear you to pieces.”

“Not before I could pull this trigger.”

“Again, if you so much as scratch me, you’ll never breath non metal infused air again.” Ethan shook his head gently and took a deep breath. He grabbed the gun at you again. He was silent and then he lowered it.

“I’ll just be going then,” he muttered, defeated. You nodded pleasantly and stood up from sitting on the vanity. You put the lipstick back on it. You walked forward and put your hand on Ethan’s shoulder. He looked you in the eyes.

“Good luck Ethan Winters.” You started to leave but turned to him. “I do suggest that in order to save your daughter you don’t kill Alicna’s in the process.”

“Any bits of advice then?” You put your hand on the doorknob and turned it, opening it just a tad.

“Grab the masks for the main room. Do you have a map?” He handed it to you, a tattered old piece of paper. You grabbed the lipstick again and marked some places. “Avoid hurting them as much as you can.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“I don’t like Mother Miranda. I don’t trust Mother Miranda. She is the one who has your daughter I’m sure or she must know where she is. But the Dimitrescus and Karl...even Donna for that matter, are people I like and trust.”

You stepped back outside the room.

“If I hear you’ve killed any of the daughters, I’ll tell them what I know of you. If you think the Dimitrescus are scary, just wait until you meet Donna.”

You shut the door in his face. Ethan shivered.

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You walked up the stairs to the second floor. You knocked on the door of Alcinas room and she swang it open. She took a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. I thought you were Ethan Winters.”

“You think Ethan would knock before coming in?” She scoffed. You held her the lipstick you were wearing.

“Where did you find that?”

“Downstairs where I ran into Ethan,” you said honestly. Her eyes went wide and her lips pursed in annoyance.

“Did you see the girls?”

“No but I’m sure one of them ran into him as he left the room. He was only there a couple of minutes ago, it shouldn't be that hard to find him.” She walked past you without saying goodbye. You huffed. “You’re welcome!”

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You made it back to the factory in just a couple of minutes. You had gotten so used to the walk that you were on autopilot the whole time before you were back to your room. Karl was already there, clearly taking a quick break before returning to his never ending work day.

“Where did you go?!” he asked, walking up to you from the bathroom. He put his hand on your arm and you grabbed his glasses which were hanging from his shirt. He had shed the jacket and hat, clearly about to shower.

“Relax, I was just at Alcinas castle,” you told him gently. He let out an annoyed exaggerated sigh that you knew all too well.

“How is my sister?” he asked. You took the lipstick out of your pocket. Alcina hadn’t actually taken it in her fit of rage to go and get Ethan. Now you had something extra for your own personal vanity back at the factory.

“Shy of one more lipstick.” You walked past him into the bathroom. He followed you as you placed it carefully on your vanity. You admired it for a second with a smile on your face. You wrapped an arm around yourself and turned back to him. You hoisted yourself onto the bathroom counter. “I ran into Ethan Winters.”

His face, which had been admiring your new addition to the vanity which was full of stolen things and things he had acquired for you, turned sour. Karl put his hand on your arm and raised it, checking your side and arm for injuries.

“I told you not to leave the room until he was caught,” he grumbled. He was trying to act like he hadn’t been worried about you from the second he realized you were gone. He was trying to ignore the fact that he himself almost stomped to each of the Lord’s castles to make sure you were alright. He didn’t want you to run into Ethan Winters, that was his worst nightmare. Ethan didn’t have any regard for you. Ethan just wanted Rose. “Are you hurt?” You shook your head.

“No. He asked me if I knew where Rose was and held a gun to my head but in the end we parted ways peacefully.”

“You could have brought him back here,” he muttered.

“I told Alcina where he was. I figured she could take care of him. You already had your shot.” He rolled his eyes and his grip on your arm tightened.

“You could have been seriously hurt. The Lord’s won’t hurt you but Mother Miranda might, Ethan might have.” You brought your free hand up to his cheek and leaned forward so your lips were just barely brushing over his.

“I can take care of myself.” He pressed a harsh kiss against your lips and made a low groaning noise. He let go of your arm to grab your leg and part them so that he could stand between your thighs. He dipped his head to kiss you and you pressed your body against him, feeling every inch of his breathing.

There was a harsh rasp at the door and he pulled away. You grabbed his neck and shook his head, kissing his jaw and peppering kisses down his neck.

“Come on, Mother Miranda doesn’t need you that bad,” you whispered. You pressed a long kiss to his jaw again and he had to physically tear himself away, however much it pained him.

“She might,” he grumbled. You held him until he moved too far away for you to. You groaned and put your head against the wall beside the mirror.

“Maybe I should go and find Ethan Winters again to finish the job. I mean he may only have eight fingers but he’s stayed alive this long and-” He grabbed your arm that was waving around as you spoke and looked you dead in the eyes.

“I will finish the job. You just sit tight kitten.” You kissed his knuckles and then let him go.

“Better be quick Karl. I get very restless very easily.”

He put on his hat and coat (the opposite of either of you wanted in the moment) and slammed the door in frustration against Mother Miranda behind him.

You took a deep breath and hoped he wouldn’t be gone too long.

NSFW Part 2

[candescentclitoria]

Item: Doubt

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Pouty, Angry Alcina. Vanity being thrown.

Co-Writer/Editor: @lissett108

A/N: This took a long time, but here you go! I hope you enjoy!

Your hair stood on end, a shiver raced down your spine and a lump came into your throat- you didn’t know what you did. She had never been angry enough to throw things, let alone throw those things at you. Now, you sat in one of the many hidden passages of the castle, your need to hide from Alcina great in your instincts.

 A few hours earlier, you were on your way to go see her, the book you were reading in the library long finished.

Your hand reaches to push open the door, your other hand holds the next book you wish to read with Alcina. “Cina, I found another book I want to read with you, maybe we can start tonight?” 

A yell escapes your girlfriend as she throws her vanity at you, her eyes red rather than their normal gold. You jump back and fall, the book in your hand landing in front of you. Tears begin to gather in your eyes and your body shakes. Your breathing begins to shake as well, was she throwing the vanity at you? What did you do and why was she trying to hurt you for it? 

You didn’t try to ask her, you couldn’t. Your legs had a mind of their own at this point and they decided it’s time to get away from the threat that your girlfriend posed to your life: if she even was your girlfriend anymore. You didn’t know. 

You hear Alcina cry your name out behind you, but you continue to run. She said she would never hurt you and yet doubt starts to creep in. Perhaps she didn’t mean what she said, maybe she just wanted your trust. 

Heavy footsteps sound out from behind you and whimpers fall from your lips. She was getting closer by the second. Your passage was just up ahead, A few more steps come on [Name]! 

“[Name], please! I beg you, let me explain!” You shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your hands tremble with the force of a thousand thunderstorms as you touch the wall. Hells fury knew no limits compared to your girlfriend. Regardless if she loved you, the fury was no limit to what you were just exposed to. Yet, as fearful as you were, doubt crept in like the uninvited. How could something like this be after all this time? Where were your instincts, mind, and heart in the matter? You love her, but how blind are you to her vampiric nature? Eventually, your hand grazes the right place, a wall opens and soon it was you and the darkness of doubt. Maybe it was bad timing, maybe it was the book, or maybe just you? Her strength and ferocity was something you had yet to witness but not in this form. You always thought she would protect you, not scare you- maybe it was you. Something had trailed you away from the entrances and soon you were left with only an empty room and your thoughts. Alcina’s voice had faded out to soft whimpers and low whispers of anxiety. She was somewhat close yet somewhat far. Is this what you had forgotten? The fear of becoming replaced and forgotten had crept around like a coiling snake- yet doubt was the only poison your body felt. The fear of not being enough and her deciding to off you herself. When did you become so fragile? 

Hours pass, your tears long gone and your fatigue growing by the minute. You have no clue what time it is, but you’re sure it's night by now. A yawn escapes your lips and you lean your head back against the wall behind you. You stretch your legs and move to stand but a creak stops you. You look to your left and jump, pushing yourself into the corner furthest from her. Alcina stands before you, her hands held up. “[Name], please listen to me. I didn’t know you were there and I wasn’t throwing my vanity at you. I had just gotten off the phone with Mother Miranda. She still wants to go through with the ceremony, even after everything that Winters boy has done. I let my anger get the best of me. Please, I beg that you believe me, I would never hurt you.”

For a moment the feeling was fleeting, just like your doubt, but before you was the woman you loved, begging for forgiveness. “Cina.” your voice cracks with sudden worry and fear. “You- I.. Did I do something? Something that already had you angry at me?”

“No! No my love you could never! He.. he’s still running amok in the castle and Mother Miranda is more concerned with the ceremony than the threat he poses to all of us, especially you. I thought she would care, but I was wrong. She doesn’t care about anything besides her pleasure. I’m so sorry that you thought I was mad at you.” Alcina pauses and moves her hand to her mouth, tears begin to run down her face. Her body begins to shake as she sobs. “Please forgive me.. please don’t leave me.”

As your eyes scan her face for any traces of lying, your hands clench the fabric of your dress, and you whimper. “How do I know you won’t hurt me in the future? How do I know I won’t be thrown to the side and forgotten like some worthless doll?” Alcina looks up at you and moves to cup your face, but you pull back with a flinch. “Alcina Diane, why should I trust you?” The cold air had bled through the walls so secretly that it felt like someone was going to fall off and never return, the rift forming between you and your lover growing by the second.

 “Tell me why.” You ask again, but more directly. A look of sadness washes over the face you used to love to kiss so much. Right now, you couldn’t fathom the idea of placing your lips on hers, your doubts and worries too fresh to allow it. Alcina lets go of the breath she was holding in her throat. “I’ll start from the beginning.”

The look on her face was that of pain, she felt like her world was shattering. How could I forget that humans were so fragile in both mind and body? Alcina asks herself. Her lover hadn’t known of her ferocity or how intense she could be but now was the time for reassurance and sincerity. 

“I saved you from being attacked by a Lycan before I knew you or even before you knew of me, I rushed to you.” She responds honestly and gets as close to her lover’s height as possible. She doesn’t reach out to her love, but she leaves her gloved hand out. 

“I refused and fought mother Miranda to keep you alive and in my castle because…” she cuts out. Slowly but surely, she composes herself.

“I love you and I will protect even from myself if I must.” She says, holding her hand out to her lover as reassurance. With a small amount of force, her lover’s hand grips her own but was shaking.

“I’m afraid because I’m new to this, new to you. Alcina please let me know of you fully.” Slightly taken aback Alcina gently lets herself touch heads with her lover’s to show a new form of intimacy. 

“Ask me anything, anything about myself. There may be things I’m not completely ready to talk about, but if there is I’ll let you know eventually. I’ve known you for nearly a year, but there are still things I’m working up to tell you, just as you have things you’re working up to tell me as well.”

You nod and place your hand on her shoulder, “That’s fair. Just let me know about your personality. How you tick, what makes you mad, sad. I want to be able to help and I can’t unless you let me. I now know that Mother Miranda tends to piss you off, so maybe I can help. I know you like cuddling, maybe we can cuddle after a phone call with her? Maybe something more if needed.” 

A small chuckle escapes your lover's lips and she leans down, placing her lips on your forehead. “Yes, that’s completely true. I do admire and look up to her, but she doesn’t care as much as I thought she did. She doesn’t care that Winters poses a threat to all of us, yes that includes you.” Hands run up your back and pull you closer to Alcina’s body, her face nuzzling into your neck. “When the girls make messes with their prey, I tend to get irritated. Especially when they let their prey escape and run around the castle. That not only poses a threat to our business but to you as well. I don’t want to take a chance on you getting hurt, I know it’s selfish but I can’t lose you.” You place your hands on her cheeks and pull her down to face you. “You’re not going to lose me. Honestly, I thought you wanted me gone, you threw the vanity and I thought that was your way of telling me to leave.”

Alcina shakes her head quickly and places her gloved hands on your cheeks. “Never my love! I would never want you gone, floarea mea mica. You mean the world to me. Before I met you, I was indeed content, I was used to being alone romantically and focusing on my daughters and Mother Miranda. Then you came in and stole my love, stole my daughter's love. We all love you and couldn’t imagine life without you Draga mea. You’re our little flower. I’ll spend the rest of eternity making sure you know that I love you. Making sure you know I’ll want you forever.”

You can't hold back the whimper in your throat at Alcina's words. She didn't want you gone, you meant the world to her. A smile crosses your face and you pull Alcina close to you. “I'll still be wary, I'm not used to seeing you that angry, let alone angry enough to throw things. It scared me. Alcina nods and pulls you into her lap. “I completely understand lubirea mea, It will take time and I can deal with it, I can wait. I want you to know that you can trust me and know that I would never harm you. I can't fathom the thought.” 

Gentle kisses are placed across your face, large hands set on the small of your back. “What else can I do to assure you Draga mea? Îmbrățișări? Sărutări? Cină?” You giggle at the change in her language and pull her down so her lips meet yours. With the little Romanian you know, you speak, 

“Tinandu-ma, Alcina, va face.”

[kaijurakunsobs]

Karl coming back to you and the baby after a successful REVOLUTION!! Cause he deserves happiness (and maybe ethans there because I want rosemary and lil maginito baby to be friends

I like how you think anon

this one is gonna be fun and LONG

Let's start by pretending Ethan wasn't just a human chia pet, but the mold made him mutate like the Lords, he has no powers but his body is just...sturdier

that being said...

after Miranda's announcement of finding the perfect vessel and presenting Rose to the Lords, you could tell Heisenberg was extremely close to start his rebellion in that moment, what stopped him? that your child is waiting for the return of their parents and you still have no way out of everything goes wrong

it feels grotesque to receive a piece of such an innocent baby in a flask

through the creep vine you both learn about Ethan being in the Village, the father of the stolen child, you can see the expression in Karl's face shift into one of hope, he knows something you don't

when Winters is brought to the church you both play your role of sadistic monsters, giving a "show" for Donna and Moreau, but you have made sure there are useful things "left behind" by previous participants of your little game

with bated breaths, you follow his progress, feeling more and more hope with each Lord he takes down

Heisenberg cheers loudly when Dimitrescu goes down, lifting you off the ground and howling harder when only Moreau remains

He knows that, Ethan won't take it well when he arrives at the factory, so you offer to be the one to welcome him, reminding Karl to keep his cool and be straight with his answers and go to the point

NO THREATENING THE GUESS WITH THROWING HIM TO THE STURM

Ethan is, indeed, shaken up when he comes into the factory and the first thing he sees is you, he saw you at the church, why are you waiting for him?

"I must say, under other circumstances, it would have been...nice to meet you, but there's no time to lose, come with me, please"

he's hesitant, which is understandable, but he follows, a hand always hovering over his gun and eyes following your every move

when you reach Karl's center of command, you are careful with asking to sit and please listen to what you two have to say

"That boulder punching guy and his people are here, right Ethan?" Karl has his back to the other man "You see...me and Y/N...we need your help"

"My help!? after everything, each and everyone single one of you psychos put through?!"

But Karl is not listening, he starts to tell his story...your story, how Miranda took you both and used you like she's trying to use Rose, but you two were defective, useless, he wants revenge and is willing to do anything to get it

There's desperation in his voice but Winters seems unmoved by it, later you will admit that what you did was manipulative but as long as it works

Both men see you leave and come back with your child in arms, the kid is a bit older than Rose, the gray hair and factions that resemble yours is all that Ethan needs to know, Heisenberg as a child

they are vastly different but, he's like Ethan, he just wants to put his family in a safe place, so he accepts with the promise of "I'll kill you the moment you try to betray me"

Involving and convincing Chris is a lot harder, the man is already pissed at Ethan and now he's besties with 2 of Miranda's underlings? but time is running out and hes desperate for help, and maybe, it could actually work

Chris gives Heisenberg coordinates of where there's gonna be someone waiting for you and the kid, and that you have to be quick in reaching the point or they will leave with out you

of course, you panic! Karl is staying behind and you have to go? you want to kick Chris in the face and make him change his mind, he already has the soldats, why does he need Karl too?!

it's he who has to almost drag you away towards where the Duke is, he knows he has a better chance of getting you there, Miranda won't spare a glance at the merchant

a hefty payment and promises of coming back to you later, you are delivered safely to the team, Karl's trench coat draped over your shoulders and a sack filled with some of your most precious items. feeling like that's the last time you will see him again.

from the helicopter's window, you see with horror how the factory gets destroyed, gasping when Karl's mechanical form appears from the rubble and his army moving to where Miranda must be

the wait is grueling, painful, the sounds of gunfire and explosions make you jump, your crying child screams for their father, but this time, hes not there to calm the not cries and make them laugh

it's past dawn when the bigger explosion shakes the helicopter and when you cry the hardest, believing hes dead, that he die protecting you both.

the entire ride back to the BSAA is spent in silence, your child cried themselves to sleep and you are...just there...heartbroken, unable to shed another tear

a group of paramedics comes to you when you arrive at the new area, asking you questions and trying to check you for any wounds, but you don't answer or hear or care

from far away you see him, limping and using Ethan as a crutch, and then you are running, harder than you have ever done in your life, a strong hold in your baby

Karl looks up to see you and he can't help but smile and cry, open arms waiting for you and catching you, not carrying for his wounds, hes just there and his family is safe...and the 3 of you are free

neither of you put up a fight when the BSAA informs you that you will be under surveillance or that wherever you go you are expected to stay close to their offices, you laugh wholeheartedly when Karl asks "But we can go anywhere...you won't keep us locked away?"

Mia is the one who insists that both families must be close to each other, and you accept

it feels like a dream when Karl comes back and bitches about something that happened in the new lab, he may not be allowed to use corpses but hes allowed to tinker around with his creations and help to contain all bioweapons

you see your child grow and little Rose comes often to play, both children laugh and run around, not knowing what life they could have had

they whisper secrets and share what they have, Mia lights up whenever your kid gives her drawings, Karl melts down a bit when Rosemary calls him "uncle Heis"

and you see him change, he no longer frowns or gets irritated, he giggles or tells jokes, you have caught him develop a true fascination in watching videos and play video games

for once in so long...everything is finally fine

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Wounded Love (Lady Dimitrescu/F!Reader)

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

{Wounded Love}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cowboy-bumblebee]

The Will of Mother

Chapter 6 - Storms of the Mind

Warnings: mild violence and blood

Reader is AFAB, but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: Lady Dimitrescu discovers Ethan, another Dimitrescu Daughter falls, and you face the cruel decision of who you must choose to side with and ultimately save

I tried to scream, unable to let any sound out as the hand stayed tight over my mouth. The other arm wrapped around me, basically picking me up and dragging my flailing form out as Alcina grieved.

Finally, the heel of one of my flailing feet landed in the attackers leg, forcing them to drop me as they shouted out in pain.

"Hey! Thanks for such a warm 'glad to see you alive' welcome!" Ethan griped, rubbing his shin where the tip of the heel had cut him.

"Ethan! I didn't know it was you!" I whisper-shouted back, listening for anyone approaching.

"Yeah, well, now you do. Lets go, you and me are getting out of here." Ethan grabbed my wrist, trying to drag me off.

"Uh, hey, woah there. What are you doing?" I asked, shoving his hand off of me.

"I just said we're leaving. We need to find a way out of here."

"I can't just leave, Ethan." I immediately regretted my statement. That's not going to go across well.

"Why not?"

"It's hard to explain." Trying to reason with him got me nowhere as he interrogated me.

"No, tell me. I bet I can understand. Try me."

"I don't want to talk about it, Ethan!" I tried not to shout. I huffed out a sigh as he stayed silent. I was hopeful that he'd just drop it already. But he didn't. Opening his mouth to speak, we both froze at the fast approach of clicking heels.

"You, you stupid manthing." Alcina hissed out, claws extending from her hand in long blades. Her cheeks were tear-stained, and I knew the only thought on her mind was killing Ethan.

Grabbing my wrist once again, Ethan began sprinting away with me barely keeping up. I didn't even have a chance before Alcina's eyes widened as she registered my presence. I couldn’t even imagine what she thought my involvement in this was…

It didn't take very long at all, really, for Ethan to lose her. Down the stairs, past faceless statues, and through a door. Alcina somehow lost us instantly.

My mind raced, wondering what she was thinking. How she perceived me, being dragged away by Ethan. Did she think I was on his side.

All thoughts in my head halted at the sound of a familiar voice. I spun around, a smile breaking out on my face.

"Duke! I didn't think I'd see you again!" I exclaimed, laughing and approaching where he had set himself up.

"Oh my dear of course I'll always be around where there's some trading to do!" He said in his loud, warm voice before his features faltered, "Ah, and I see why you're here. Lady Dimitrescu has taken quite a liking to you, hasn't she."

"Yeah, something like that."

"I'm sorry, what is that supposed to mean?" Ethan asked, glancing between me and the Duke.

"Mr. Winters, it simply means Lady Dimitrescu has acquired a taste for our friends blood. I can only imagine the reason she even left you alive." The Duke explained. Part of me wondered how many before me suffered a similar fate, being drained. Another part of me wondered if anyone had ever been drained and not killed like Alcins had done with me.

"Why couldn't you have told me that? What did she do?" Ethan asked me, turning his attention to me now.

"I don't want to talk about it right now, Ethan. And I'd really rather not discuss it with you." I maintained as I sat on the pile of pillows.

The silence in the room was thick. Whatever reason Ethan had for being upset, I don't know. But he had more than a stranger to worry about.

"Ethan why don't you let me take care of her for a little while. Give her more time to rest and regain her strength. It isn't the easiest task in the world to be drained like that and then get up and keep going." The Duke reasoned before he and Ethan began to barter.

Giving Ethan a wave goodbye, I watched as he left with his newly purchased nonsense. I lay back on the pile of pillows, closing my eyes and listening to the ticking of the clock snd the occasional flip of a page from the Duke reading.

My mind started to race again. Alcina. Being so close to freedom, I yearned to be free. To get away from her. But at the same time I wanted to be near her, I couldn't bring myself to just let her suffer as Ethan ran around killing her daughters and likely her too.

Deciding that I needed a distraction, and some answers. I turned my attention to the Duke. I for sure wouldn't be able to talk to Alcina about my questions anymore.

"Duke. How is it that she drained me, honestly probably a couple hours ago, and now I feel fine? Honestly just a little lightheaded and that's it."

"Well, she likely slipped you something while you were out. Something to rejuvenate you, force your body to make more blood. I could make some if I had the ingredients, but really I only have ingredients for the concoction that healed you on the outside." The Duke explained, talking to himself a tiny bit after about all the ingredients he lacked to make anything.

I remembered the blue and green bottles of liquid she had brought into the room, trying to decide which of the two did what. I didn't remember them being used on me obviously.

"Duke, another thing. Do you have pants? I don't have any Lei, but I'm sure I can find some around here." I tried to persuade the Duke, watching him contemplate my words.

"Well... Lets put this on your tab, then. I do want to help, by any means I can of course." The Duke said as he shuffled through all that he had.

Eventually he pulled several pairs of pants, shoes, shirts, and tourist jackets out. I looked through what he had, trying to decide what would best fit me.

"I'll take these ones, I think they'll work great." I said with a smile, watching as he put the rest away. The Duke pulled a curtain in front of himself, concealing him from one side to the next. I hadn't even noticed it.

Quickly getting dressed, I messed with the clothes until I found a way that they fit me well enough to be comfortable. The shoes were a little loose, but not majorly inconvenient or uncomfortable. Letting the Duke know I was done, he pulled the curtain back once more.

"I don't suppose you're attached to the dress Lady Dimitrescu gave you, are you? The fabric looks to be of very high quality and could easily pay for the clothes I've just given you."

I looked to the dress in my hand, hesitating. I swallowed hard, angry at myself for growing so attached in such a short amount of time. Handing the dress to him, I watched the Duke inspect it as he talked to himself about the fabric and its wonderful qualities.

Taking a step back from him, I looked around the room before pausing. Why was I in here? Sure, at first I was resting up a little. But I feel completely fine!

"If Ethan comes back before me, tell him that I'm... taking a look around." I told the Duke, waving goodbye and leaving before he could get a word out.

The castle was silent, my footsteps seeming even louder in the silence. Somewhere, distantly, I could hear fighting. Gunshots rang out, echoing off the walls from wherever they came from.

Swallowing the nervous lump in my throat, I walked up the grand staircase, following the curve of the rail with my hand. The gunshots were closer.

I quickly decided against going after them, retreating back down the grand staircase. Walking through the large double doors, I found myself in the dining room once more. The door to the kitchen barely hung by its hinges

I knew what was over there. Instead, I walked to the other double doors on the other side of the table. With a good shove, the doors opened and my body was flooded with cold. Stepping out into the cold, the wind pulled the doors shut behind me with a forceful slam sending snow around my feet flying.

The wind was off and on, not moving the snow too much. But just enough that when it did, your only choice was being blind.

So I blindly made my way across the courtyard, feeling my way around until I found myself by another door. Normal sized, and not a double door this time around. Going inside, I stood for a moment in the dark. Mostly relishing in the lack of the cold, frigid wind, but I was also listening.

Footsteps, gunshots, anything. Anything to tell me it wasn't safe. But I heard none of it. Continuing up the winding stairs, I realized where I was. I could make it to the washroom and back to Lady Dimitrescu's bedroom from here, this is where her daughters first found me.

My thoughts were very quickly interrupted at the sound of giggling. Someone said my name, singing it in a teasing way. Daniela.

"Oh there you are, sweet-smelling thing. Didn't you know Mother's looking for you? She's very unhappy with you." Her voice rang out, seemingly having no specific source as the swarm of bugs surrounded me. Before long, she was physically in front of me.

She suddenly extended her sickle, pressing the tip into my sternum as she backed me up. Tilting her head, she smiled as she put pressure behind the blade and she raised her other hand to push me by my shoulder.

Landing against the wall with a wince, I pressed my hand into my sternum. I could feel the cut and the tiny bead of blood that now trailed down my chest. Daniela laughed at my reaction, and I watched as she brought the sickle to her mouth and licked off the minuscule amount of blood on the blade.

Her eyes rolled back and she let out an almost ecstatic moan, tipping her head back before saying, "No wonder Mother didn't let us drain you the way we wanted to. We wouldn't have had the restraint to keep you alive."

"Don't you dare touch me." I spat at her, reaching nearby and grabbing what I could. A pathetic lamp.

"Oh you don't get a choice anymore, silly. And you don't get Mother's protection." Daniela smiled, making a show of how slowly she started walking to me. Her sickle was ready to dig into me.

Taking a deep breath, I quickly raised the lamp above my head. Too far clearly as the window behind me shattered.

Daniela screamed out in pain, running and screaming, "Cheater! You cheated, it's not fair!" as she did.

I almost collapsed as I finally exhaled, not realizing I had held my breath. For a moment, the only sound to be heard was the wind. Until the gunshots returned.

Stumbling over my feet and almost tripping completely, I ran after them and burst through a door at the top of the grand staircase as I did.

Before I knew what was happening, Ethan came flying out of nowhere with what looked like a statue torso tucked under his arm. I wasn't sure how he tucked his pistol one handed, but he had. With his now free hand, he grabbed my wrist and started to drag me behind him.

"No time to explain! I will later!" Was all he shouted. And then I saw her.

Alcina was hot on our trail. Fury behind her eyes, still red from the tears shed for her daughter.

"How dare you!? I bring you into my home! Under my protection, with my love! And this is what you do to me?! You betrayed me!" Alcina screamed after me as Ethan bolted down the stairs with me in tow, making a beeline for the Duke's room. The sound of scratching along wood was heard as Alcina continued, "Well I'm not letting you get away from me, Pet! You'll pay for this!"

Ethan practically threw me into the Duke's room and ran in after me, out of Alcina's sight. I lay on the floor, out of breath, in pain. Physically and emotionally for some reason.

I didn't mean to betray her, I really didn't. I didn't even choose for Ethan to take me away from her in the first place when he killed Bela!

"Ah, this must be the late Cassandra Dimutrescu. Valuable material." I shot up from my place on the floor, watching as Ethan handed over the torso he had been lugging along.

That's what happened to Bela. It'll happen to Daniela. And Alcina.

My mouth felt dry as the storm I had been ignoring in my head started to grow. I needed to decide, I couldn't play both sides. Ethan Winters and his quest to find his daughter. Or Alcina, which also meant Mother Miranda and the Cadou she had created for me.

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 8

Ch.1      Ch.2      Ch.3      Ch.4      Ch.5      Ch.6      Ch.7

It has come to a point where you can’t even pretend to yourself that you don’t care for her.

All the time you spend with Cassandra every evening has made certain feelings impossible to deny, though you are too scared to name them all.

You don’t name the smile you can’t contain when she excitedly pulls you to the armory to show you her collection of blades –and explains, in a very animated fashion, about the optimal use for each one. You don’t want to know what the stutter in your heartbeat means, every time she genuinely laughs, pale neck thrown back, nose slightly scrunched and all. 

And it’s not just Cassandra you grow a tad closer to.  

Bela comes to you whenever the two of them have argued and goes ‘Tell my sister’ this or that. Daniela is apparently not allowed within a twenty meter radius of you, but she approaches to poke and prod at you whenever she wants to annoy Cassandra. She never manages to do either, because the middle sister always swoops in, fuming, dragging her away by the hood of her robes like a kitten.

Lady Dimitrescu is the only one as distant as the day you first saw her –and it’s probably for the better. You don’t see her much, anyway, not with how Cassandra takes you to empty castle wings to have you all to herself.

Tonight is different.

After dinner, Bela leaves with her mother and you go to help the other maids present clean the table. But your lover steps in the way and grabs your elbow, instead, hurriedly pulling you along.

“Do not tell me you’re seriously thinking to make me wait longer.” she says.

Of course, you promised to watch a movie you found on your phone with her and she’s been buzzing with impatience since.

That is, until a certain redhead blocks your way. 

“Daniela, move.” Cassandra huffs. 

“What are you doing? Take me with you.” the younger sister replies, brimming with childlike curiosity. 

“No. Go bother Bela.” A shooing motion is made. 

“Bela’s no fun. I wanna come with you and Alexia.” she drops your name so casually it’s startling.

“Wait give me a moment to think about it –moment over. No.” Cassandra states, fast.

But Daniela shoots forward and grabs your arm like a koala. Your eyes go wide at the same time as Cassandra’s, for different reasons.

The brunette immediately grips her sister’s robes, none-too-gently. “Don’t touch her, she’s mine!”

“If you don’t take me along I’m telling mother where you found that music player and phone!” Daniela answers, her hold enough to cut off your blood flow.

You send Cassandra a pleading look before they break your arms with how they’re tugging at you.

“On one condition.” the elder sister holds a finger up to her sibling’s face. “You sit next to me and you don’t move around.”

“…she’s warm, though.” Daniela says, all but pouting. “Mother says sharing is caring~”

“Find your own human.” Cassandra growls out as the three of you make your way to the main hall and the couch adjacent to the fireplace there.

“You and Bela have gotten the prettier ones!”

“You snooze, you lose.”

Cassandra quite literally pins you to the arm of the couch with her body, to keep Daniela as far away from you as possible. Even as the movie starts, you can feel her sulking by your neck for not being able to touch you the way she wants.

You are not as focused on the movie as you are cute way she plays with your hand throughout its duration.

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It’s getting harder and harder to remind yourself of what they are.

Especially when, ten minutes after the credits have rolled, Daniela is still crying over the death of the protagonist. Even Bela comes to the hall and asks Cassandra what she did to her.

By the time she’s done dealing with her sisters, your lover comes to you sporting a headache.

“We’re leaving this wing right now.” Cassandra says and that is about all the warning you get.

The next second you feel a rush of air and your stomach leaping to where your heart is supposed to be; Your eyes only make out a blur and an augur of black flies.

When she comes to a halt you crash into Cassandra’s side with a gasp. Your arm aches from the pull. The world spins for ten solid seconds.

She laughs by your ear. Low and satisfied as it is at your disorientation –it reminds you of drinking wine by a fire in the heart of winter— you can’t help but bask in the timbre of her voice so close.

“Ugh, why is it so cold in here?” she complains in that same quiet tone you love.

It is very cold compared to the more lived in parts of the castle, but your body is warm enough from your sustained proximity and the rush of adrenaline she always causes in you.

“Oh, well, I can bear it for a little while if it means we won’t be interrupted.” Cassandra trails off and lifts your chin with a chilled finger.

Your lips meet and slide together in a practiced tango. Her manicured nails run over your throat and shoulders, making you shiver for reasons that have nothing to do with the temperature.

Both of you are starting to get really into it when Cassandra walks you back into the nearest wall. It happens to be a window, covered by a flimsy curtain. You have half a mind to realize it’s probably been forgotten slightly ajar, judging from the frost that graces your shoulder, but you have more important matters to focus on, like the brush of her tongue over your bottom lip.

Until Cassandra braces her bare hand over the unseen opening, to box you in like she usually does.

And-

She shrieks.

She jerks away so powerfully her back crash-lands into the painting on the far wall, knocking it down with its frame broken. You’re left there still and mute, watching in frozen horror as her face distorts into pure, raw anguish.

“Shut it!” Cassandra screams at you. “Shut it now, now!”

Your nerves suddenly kick into overdrive and you pull the window closed like your life depends on it.

What just… happened...?

In slow, cautious steps, you approach her. She’s clutching her hand like a wounded animal, baring its teeth to hide its vulnerability. It is the first time you see her like this. Void of control, bent over in hurt. Gasping.

Something in your chest breaks.

You look at her hand, to find her pale skin nearly crystallized, grey and breaking apart —like cheap china, like weak porcelain— into flies that drop to the floor, faintly twitching.

You thought… you thought they could just control the insects. That dissipating into swarms was just a trick allowed by their mutation. But now you realize, the flies are her body.

All this time trapped under the looming terror of the daughters… and escape was as easy as opening a window on them.

“Cassandra…?” you ask in a wavering voice when the initial burst of rage leaves her form.

She looks up at you, torn, when you hear the heavy sound of heels rapidly approaching.

“Cassandra?!” a different voice calls, this time, deep and authoritative. When Lady Dimitrescu rounds the corner in her immense height, your instincts scream to run.

But one look at Cassandra makes you stay.

Alcina halts for a moment to take in the scene. Then her lips curl downwards and bladed claws extend from her gloves, easily half your body in length. 

Oh my… God…

“What did you do to my daughter?!” she demands and advances on you, but Cassandra gets in front of you before she can truly threaten your life.

“I brought her here, mother. It’s my fault.” she hurries to explain.

Alcina stares at you like she wants to crush you underfoot… but then softens, somewhat, at the look her daughter is giving her.

“Come with me. Now.” She says in a stern motherly tone that leaves no room for objections.

You clutch Cassandra’s uninjured hand, silently asking if she’ll be alright. She turns, looks at you for a moment, then nudges your head with hers.

“...I’ll see you later, Alexia.”

But, as it turns out... “later” is subjective.

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 In Alcina’s Private Chambers…

It is not often that Cassandra is reprimanded by herself. 

She has never before been the only one at fault. She’s used to having her sisters beside her while Alcina scolds the three of them… except this time they’re outside the closed door and she is there to face their mother’s ire alone.

She can’t stay still under that yellowish-grey, narrowed gaze. Her fingers fidget with the edge of her robes’ sleeve to keep occupied, while Alcina takes that deep, calming breath she knows heralds no good things. Ever.

“Cassandra. Do you understand the severity of the situation?”

“Yes, mother.” She keeps her gaze downcast.

“Even if the maid didn’t harm you on purpose, she now knows your weakness. Yours and your sisters’. You were careless to allow this.” Cassandra feels anxiety rise up from the pit of her stomach and threaten to swallow her whole at that tone.

“I know, mother. Forgive me.” she replies quietly.

She wants to say that Alexia won’t use this knowledge against any of them, but she cannot bring herself to lie to Alcina. Because the truth is, Cassandra doesn’t know for a fact that she will not.

Why was that window open? Why?!

“You didn’t let me fix your mistake. I assume that means you will do it yourself?” her mother asks and Cassandra’s gaze snaps up.

What…?

At first, the temptation to chain Alexia up and watch as her blood drained from her lithe body had been sweet and strong. But now, at the thought of killing her –losing her— in whichever way, Cassandra is sick to her stomach. It is strange, because she feels like she is hyperventilating when she isn’t breathing at all and the world has tilted and—

Please don’t.

“Since when did you ever hesitate to kill, Cassandra?”

“…If.. that is what you ask of me…” she replies but she doesn’t sound like herself at all, not even to her own ears.

“How can I ask that of you and break your heart?” Alcina throws her arms up in exasperation. “I should have stopped this months ago but I thought it a fleeting fancy. I never imagined you would end up so attached.”

“I’m- I’m not-” she tries to protest, but her mother is having none of it.

“You’re not? You’re with her every day and she barely sports scratches anymore. Your eyes follow her everywhere when she’s in the same room. You instinctively lean closer whenever she comes over to refill your wine. Do you think I do not notice?” Of course. Of course she noticed.

Cassandra swallows, silent.

The memory of laying, too weak to move a single finger, on her deathbed along with Bela and Daniela pierces through Cassandra’s brain like a bullet. Her hand gives a violent spasm and flies break off to buzz frantically around her as she drops her forehead into her palm.

She’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown and it’s just so difficult without her sisters there. They’ve always been together, since the very beginning.

They were born together, learned to control their powers together, they died together-

Alcina is on one knee in front of her the next millisecond, stroking her hair and gathering her into her arms.

“Shh, calm down, my love.” she coos. “I’m sorry to be so harsh on you. I only want the best for you three.”

Cassandra doesn’t talk because she can’t, because she cannot wrap her head around what that flash inside her brain was.

“Oh, my Cassandra. I will not harm the maid if it will harm you, too.”

She waits for the eventual ‘but’.

“But I cannot let this dalliance continue any longer.”

It’s probably for the best. Her mother knows best. It is true, after all, that she has not been acting like herself, lately. So, yes, this decision is for her own good.

But.

Cassandra’s heart has the same reaction upon hearing it as being exposed to sub-zero winter air.

[dragongirl642]

I really love your writing and noticed your asks are open (i think). And, I checked your masterlist and didn't see RE8 listed as a universe you write for, so you can ignore this if you want. But, could I request Heisenberg, Donna, and Lady Dimitrescu reacting to a male dragon-shifter reader who has decided to make the character's residence their hoard, and as such, going to extreme lengths to protect them and the residence?

OOOHHH 😮😳 How did you know dragons (and by extent dragon shifters) are my favourite things in the whole wide world!!!!!

As a treat, you get all four of the Lords' reactions. 😎

For extra drama, the dragon-shifter (you) basically crash land nearby (after a loooooonnnngggg flight) and decide to take up residence in the nearest abode while you rest, and end up getting comfortable and liking the area so decide to stay.

You have a full human form, fully dragon form, and an in-between form.

Also, you have like saintly levels of patience.

Heisenberg

It takes him a minute of staring to figure out that the giant dragon in the factory, is not a hallucination, induced by either the drinking he was doing the night prior, or a trick of Mother Miranda's trying to destabilize him mentally.

However this quickly turns into a lot of yelling "what the F are you doing in my factory!" and "What the F are you!" while chucking metal at you.

You melt the more dangerous pieces and yell at him to "Cease this nonsense! You can't hurt me like this."

Heisenberg.exe has stopped working.

He's partially re-evaluating his life like...did I just get sassed by a giant lizard.

You take the initiative to tell the small angry man telekinetically chucking metal around to chill. "Listen, I'm just going to rest here a few days then leave. You leave me alone, and I won't Incinerate you."

He quickly weighs up how much he doesn't want you here vs how much it will piss Mother Miranda off if he uses the giant dragon crash landing in his factory as an excuse to do absolutely nothing for her.

He's a bit annoyed about you taking up all the room by the forges so he can't make new soldats but...

Hate for Miranda wins!

He actually uses this as an excuse in his next report and Mother Miranda comes to 'get rid of the problem herself since Heisenberg cannot'...you almost incinerated her and she checked out. (He's putting that down as one of the best days of his life).

Since he now has nothing better to do he either leans on a nearby balcony or stands on a floating gear and starts trying to get your attention.

Will ask you everything from your name and where you came from to your favourite colour and if you have a specific favourite scale on your body.

You're distrustful and annoyed at first but soon warm up to this obviously lonely man.

You get so comfortable you decide you just might never leave.

The first time you feel comfortable enough to shift back to your human form Heisenberg is like (o_o) hot person! Two for one deal, annoying Mother Miranda plus Eye Candy!!!!

Makes a joke about having you turn into your dragon form again so he can keep making excuses to Mother Miranda. Which gets you curious and you ask about her, and he explains about the cadou, the experiments, and what she did to him.

He will make a bunk for you, so he can get back to work and you can stay near the heat of the forges, (absorbing the energy from the flames speeds up recovery and/or keeps you charged at 100% so you're always ready to burn a b1tch...specifically Miranda).

You both talk about whatever while he works. Lots of late night chats. One time he accidentally doused the forges and you just blew into the chamber and they re-lit immediately. (Mechanical Heart Eyes)

Since you start considering the entire factory to be your hoard, sometimes you claim a random object as your specific favourite piece for the day, maybe one of his tools or a specific piece of scrap. If he needs to use it, you won't let him and a small argument can be had. A solution is soon found though, you can't have a conflict of interest if your favourite item is him.

When you protect him, he's super flattered and hypes you up.

Cue him on the sides cheering you on.

If you two have started dating he will definitely yell "that's my boyfriend!" and gush about you to whoever happens to be standing next to him. (Bonus points if it's any of the other Lords. Especially Miranda, she is dying!)

Definitely makes a sign saying 'Beware of Dragon' to put on the fence.

Sometimes you jump to his defence even when he's in the middle of handling the threat. He gets huffy, saying he can take care of himself. You respond by telling him you won't let anything harm what's yours and once again, Heisenberg.exe is experiencing an error.

Alcina Dimitrescu

She is absolutely dismayed and angry at the giant lizard that barged its way through the doors and took up residency in her hall. It's tracking in mud and snow, burned the curtains, and took a good chunk of the wall, (letting in the cold).

Her daughters can't handle the cold, damn you!

Tries to fight you...fails. Turns out she's not immune to incineration and loses quite a few limbs (they grow back...eventually).

When she sees you shift to your human form, she's doubly-incensed...not only did you barge into her home but your also a D I S G U S T I N G M A N T H I N G !

You shift back whenever she tries to kill you so eventually she just gives up. (According to her she's waiting for the right opportunity NOT giving up.)

Wants to kill you, calls Mother Miranda for help and well, the same thing happens if you had crashed in the factory...she checks out!

Refuses to leave the castle for any reason, she's not leaving you along with her daughters.

Resigns herself to yelling insults at you from the balcony.

You respond in kind and it slowly devolves into a competition to come up with the most creative insults.

Your dragon form radiates heat...like...a lot. (Even counteracting the cold coming through the hole in the wall, which you attempted to fix.) This of course attracts the Dimitrescu daughters to the hall (against their mother's will).

If Alcina sees you lying their in dragon from, her three hive-mind children chattering away happily with you encouraging their curiosity, (Bela is half-asleep by your side, Daniela is complimenting your claws and asking about your bone structure, while Cassandra proudly proclaims her mother's are better than yours), she partly reconsiders her stance on you being a filthy, horrible, disgusting lizard man thing to just a filthy lizard man thing.

Seriously, your filthy, take a bath.

You quite enjoy all the little luxuries that can be found in the castle and decide to stay. Alcina almost shreds her hat in exasperation.

You get more comfortable and she starts to tolerate your presence, although she will take a swipe at you if she thinks she has a chance at killing you in your human form.

Jokes on her you can partially change and still fit through the hallways.

You never told her you've claimed the castle and the Dimitrescu family as your hoard but she does notice you being oddly friendly to her and she is "suspicious!"

You've met a few vampires and have a few suggestions for a more sustainable food source (buying blood donations from villagers instead of killing them). She's skeptical but considers it.

The first time you defend her is actually against Mother Miranda...over the phone. You have sharp hearing...and you don't like what you're hearing.

She's both flattered you would defend her so, and disgusted with herself for accepting a man thing's help.

When she realises she likes having you around, she starts to rationalise to herself that you're not just any man thing, you're her dragon man thing and therefore okay.

Gets more comfortable with leaving you with her daughters. You treat them well and keep them entertained?! That's a free babysitter if ever she's seen one.

When she sees the more extreme lengths you will go to protect the castle and her family, she is impressed and flattered and a little scared, and acts like it was her idea to have you stay.

"Oh, haven't you heard, that's the Dimitrescu Dragon."

Definitely rubs it in Heisenberg's face that she has a dragon and he doesn't.

Donna Beneviento

What are you!?!?!

To protect Donna, Angie is ready to fight you or die trying!

Just kind off avoids you and sends the pollen at you to make you leave.

The only one of the four Lords most likely to actually defeat you.

When you speak though, telling her to "release (your) mind, witch, or (you'll) incinerate everything", she's surprised and scared enough to actually do so.

Asks if you'll be her friend. Angie is cussing you out.

You see how scared and lonely she is and just *adoption mode activated*.

You only need to rest a few days, why not do so on friendly terms with your host. (keep telling yourself that).

It takes a day for you to shift to human form, partially because you don't want to have your measurements taken because Donna wants to make you a giant bonnet, (You reason it's a waste of resources, you'll only be here a short while).

Jokes on you, this is your home now.

You've never hoarded dolls before, but there's a first time for everything.

You will spend most of your time in human form since your dragon form kinda scares her.

Even though she's still scared of it, Donna does find your dragon form interesting and will ask to sketch you (from a distance...no fire please).

Make various over-exaggerated poses and joke about "draw me like one of your french girls" and she will laugh, (even though she doesn't get the joke).

She makes a plush doll of you. It turns inside out to shift between human and dragon.

The first time you protect her, she's scared. The flames take her straight back to her childhood, she's crying and she hides. You shift back to human form very quickly and find her, holding her close and apologising for scaring her over and over.

Will tear a man apart in human form to avoid this (or almost human form).

She slowly works up to being comfortable in your dragon form, the first time she falls asleep against your side is a good day.

You start insisting on accompanying her to meetings and escorting her whenever she has to meet another Lord. They start talking sh1t, they get hit (or burned...you let Donna choose).

Angie cheers you on.

Salvatore Moreau

He is terrified of you when you first show up.

You basically tear your way into the mines for shelter and he is frantically plugging the entrance to his home with the enzyme to hide.

Calls for "mother" to save him and that's how you find him.

You see this small deformed fish man crying in the mine and think, "i'm not gonna ask."

You settle in the slightly larger chamber and just lie down for a rest.

He soon realises your not going to attack him and ventures out to stare at you. He just keeps staring at you for like an uncomfortably long time, peeking around a doorway.

Eventual you snap and ask him to stop staring.

He slowly comes out of hiding and starts asking the basics.

"You can talk?" "Who are you?" "Why are you here?"

Seeing no reason not to, you tiredly answer all his questions.

Hearing about your long journey has him curiously asking about the places you've been to.

He quickly figures out you must have some sort of human form since you end up on the topics of favourite foods or movies and your favourites are all distinctly human. (He's the fastest at figuring this out and the least surprised when you shift).

Terrifying (hideous) creature going through an unnerving transformation into a humanoid form...he can relate. Although he's slightly jealous of how 'normal' you look when you shift to human form.

You two have a movie night where he proudly shows of his collection. It is in the middle of him analysing the context of THAT ONE SCENE that you decide, Yes...This one is mine.

The entire reservoir and mine is your territory and if anything comes anywhere near it they will be ash in 30 seconds.

When you protect him from danger, he's shocked that someone cares enough about him to f-ing incinerate a lycan for even looking at him weirdly.

You act like its natural and eventually he starts to get used to you.

Has self doubt and questions your motives...you tell him he's worth it or that he's your jewel.

C O N F I D E N C E B O O S T

Starts talking back to the other Lords when they insult him. It's easy with you hovering menacingly behind him, veins glowing with barely contained R A G E.

One source of friction however, is the fact that he doesn't like that you keep trying to kill Mother Miranda and he will latch onto you sobbing until you agree to spare her (for now...you'll get her when he's not around).

However, the longer you two know each other, the more self-confidence he gains and the more you talk through what Mother Miranda did to him and why he deserves better, (pointing out her manipulation, analyses whether she's ever 'cared' about him, etc...), the less bothered he gets. (Give it a few years, he'll cheer you on alongside Heisenberg).

Bonus:

The second you see Mother Miranda...it is on sight. (Especially if you know what she did to the Lords).

Cue you shifting to dragon form and preparing to unleash a volley of flame, "I smell the blood of children on you."

You may be comfortable(ish) with the actions of your housemate but you have STANDARDS.

Alright 😊 Hoped you like these headcanons, jaychirps. They were really fun to write and grew quite a bit. 😅

(I feel like Moreau's a bit ooc but I don't know enough about him to dispute that claim....)

Oh and p.s. ... asks are open.

[ladyorlandodream]

Lady Dimitrescu-tag FanFiction List PART 1

Since it has become a case among gamers and non-gamers, I decided to create this post containing the FF dedicated to Alcina Dimitrescu (Lady Dimitrescu / Tall Vampire Lady) that I can find on the Internet This post will be updated as soon I find something new, therefore, feel free to send me links to add to the list and come back anytime, because from the reposts you will lose the updates!!

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1) In Vino Sacrificium (Series)

2) Feast Your Eyes (short story)

3) The Woman in the White Dress (Chapters in progress)

4) Lost (short story)

5) Resident Evil Village but Awesome (short story)

6) We Are Marionettes By Strings Animated, Yet Like Lovers Of Strings Liberated (short story)

7) Village (Chapters in progress)

8) The Lady of the House (Series)

9) Intruder (short story)

10) Resident Evil: Lewd Village (short story)

11) The Surprise (short story)

12) Nothing Fucks With My Baby (Except Me) (Chapters in progress)

13) Hers, forever (short story)

14) Lady Dimitrescu and her Good Girl (Stories completed)

15) Be a good pet (short story)

16) The Lapis Inferno (Chapters completed)

17) Our secret love (short story)

18) Bad day (short story)

19) Its a superiority thing (Chapters in progress) 

20) The Lady’s Kitten! (Chapters in progress)

21) her new toy (Chapters in progress)

22) Why Are Humans Like This (short story)

23) The Cold is in Her Bones (Chapters in progress) 

24) Lady of Legend (short story)

25) Sweet Pet (short story)

26) Beloved bound (short story)

27) Fuck You're So Gorgeous, (And I Wanna Touch You). (short story)

28) Dessert (Chapters in progress)

29) Taken from the village (short story)

30) Resident Evil Drabbles (short stories in progress)

31) I'm Here, I'm Safe (short story)

32) For Old Times' Sake (short story)

33) Virgin Dog (short story)

34) Akaibara (Chapters in progress)

35) So This Is Love (short story)

36) Who's The Master Of Tall Now, Huh? (Chapters in progress)

37) The Mistresses New Daughter! (Chapters in progress)

38) A Willing Maiden? (short story)

39) Beloved [SCRIPT OFFER] [F4TF VARIATION] (short story to fill)

40) I trust you (short story)

41) Little Fly (short story)

42) Never Mind That Moaning In The Halls, There's No Such Thing As Ghosts (short story)

43) I know what you’re after (short story)

44) neither pink nor pale (short story)

45) what of the body isn't an unbecoming (Chapters in progress)

46) Blood and Byrrh (Chapters in progress)

47) Beginnings (Chapters in progress)

48) To Live Forever (short story)

49) Skelly Meets His Match (short story)

50) Just a toy (Chapters completed)

51) Stormy Illusions (short story)

52) I'm Falling (Don't Catch Me) (Chapters in progress)

53) Desperate Escape (short story)

54) Ignis (short story)

55) finders keepers (short story)

56) Roses Before Dawn (2 chapters story)

57) Aftertaste (short story)

58) Liar (Chapters in progress)

59) Alcina's Ultimate Form! (short story)

60) Love makes monsters of us all (Chapters in progress)

61) Cursed (Chapters completed)

62) Where It's Warm (Chapters in progress)

63) The Witch, The Werewolf And The Vampire (short story)

64) Death Trap Clad (short story)

65) Plaything (short story)

66) To become something more! (Chapters in progress)

67) Lost, but not forgotten. (Chapters in progress)

68) I Love Human Stupidity (short story)

69) Lady Dimitrescu A-Z NSFW (short list)

70) Danse Macabre (Chapters in progress)

71) Game Over! (short story)

72) A Pet That's Not You (short story)

73) The patterns of your heartbeat (Chapters in progress)

74) Survival (short story)

75) It Was A Wicked Thought (Chapters in progress)

76) Blackbird (Chapters completed)

77) How vampires are born (short story)

78) I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Women: Hot and Venti. (Chapters in progress)

79) Kiss of Blood (Chapters in progress)

80) You're Not What I Asked For (short story)

81) I walk My Days On a Wire (short story)

82) Team Dimitrescu (short story)

83) Daughter's Plaything! (short story)

84) It Starts With a Spilled Cup of Tea (Chapters completed)

85) There You Are (short story)

86) Fanfic of: "I Like My Coffee Like I Like My Women: Hot and Venti" (short story)

87) Lady Dimitrescu's new slave (short story)

88) How The Mighty Have Shrunk? (short story)

89) Lady dimitrescu x oc (Chapters in progress)

90) Novitiate (Chapters in progress)

91) No More Tears Left (short story)

92) Taming One Of the Beasts! (short story)

93) In the Shadows of the Enemy (short story)

94) Rebirth series (short stories)

95) Comfort's Embrace (short story)

96) A Maids Tale! (short story)

97) To Have Tea and Crackers (short story)

98) Me of all People!? (Chapters in progress)

99) The Tall Mistress (short story)

100) A Dance Of Death! (short story)

101) Retourne-toi! (Chapters in progress)

102) Roses, Hearts and Wine (short story)

103) Care to Dance? (Chapters in progress by me!)

104) Happy Valentine's Day (short story)

105) Share The Love? (short story)

106) Vampire (short story)

107) Between monsters (Chapters in progress)

108) Giant Woman (song/rewriting)

109) Steeplechase (short story)

110) In The Shadows (Chapters in progress)

111) What is it Worth? (Chapters in progress)

112) The positives of being a maiden (short story)

113) Young And Beautiful (short story)

114) Queenslayer (Chapters in progress)

115) Life in Castle Dimitrescu (Chapters in progress)

116) A Soak (short story)

117) Child’s Play! (Chapters in progress)

118) Forbidden (Chapters in progress)

119) The Vampire's Groom (short story)

120) Vampires Can Wear Sweaters Too (Chapters in progress)

121) Don't Cry Mercy.... (short story)

122) Hear Me Out (short story)

123) Sanguinis et Mortis (short story)

124) A Warm Bed (short story) 

125) The Bite That Binds The Gift That Gives (Chapters in progress)

126) Two Hearts Beat As One! (Chapters in progress)

127) Cat Got Your Tongue? (Chapters in progress)

128) The Truth Can Make a Rose Dead (short story)

129) The Mistress's Artist (short story)

130) The Art of Submission (short story)

131) Her Name Upon My Soul (short story)

132) Mine only (short story)

133) Don’t leave me (short story)

134) The Morning Sun (short story)

135) What About What I Want? (Chapters in progress)

136) Facing the Leviathan (short story)

137) No Title (from Deviantart) (short story)

138) MILKERS: The big Smoke | Libro 1: Dimitrescu (Chapters in progress in Spanish)

139) Rolling Stone! (short story)

140) Moonlight Reflections (Chapter in progress)

141) In Sanguis Virginis Veritas (Chapters in progress)

142) Video Games? (short story)

143) Fragility (short story)

144) Pet Lessons (short story)

145) Symphony of Destruction (short story)

146) The Protectors (Chapters in progress)

147) Such A Messy Affair (short story)

148) nourishment (short story)

149) Ma Belle Evangeline (short story)

150) Big Tall Vampire Lady (Chapters in progress)

151) Plaything (Alcina Dimitrescu x Male Reader) (short story)

152) Unexpected (short story)

153) All Hallows’ Eve (Chapters in progress...by me!)

154) Affliction (Chapters in progress)

155) Adapt and Overcome (Chapters in progress)

156) So We Meet Again (short story)

157) Stole (Chapters in progress)

158) Unexpected expectancy (short story)

159) Blood Moon! (short story)

160) Under Your Spell (Chapters in progress)

161) Kitten Likes To Play! (short story)

162) A Good Servant (short story)

163) My Huntress, My Wife (short story)

164) Mother Is God In The Eyes Of A Child! (short story)

165) Memento Mori (Chapters in progress)

166) Hunter Becomes The Hunted! (Chapters in progress)

167) The One She Spared (Chapters in progress)

168) From Eden (Chapters in progress)

169) it takes a village (Chapters in progress)

170) This one time in Romania... (Chapters in progress)

171) One witch dead. One more to go. (short story)

172) Surprise Visit! (short story)

173) Falling into Darkness (Chapters in progress)

174) Finding What's Lost! (Chapters in progress)

175) Call Me Mistress (short story)

176) Burn Witch Burn (Chapters in progress)

177) Scare Tactics (Chapters in progress)

178) a one shot from tumblr (short story)

179) Recon (Chapters in progress)

180) Tea and Ice Lattes (Chapters in progress)

181) Yes, Dear (short story)

182) Use Somebody (Chapters in progress)

183) The Party (short story)

184) Dimitrescu Winter Ball (short story)

185) Learning The Hard Way (short story)

186) The Vamp & The Wolf (Chapters in progress)

187) Trust Is Worth A Thousand Words (Chapters in progress)

188) Family Portrait (short story)

189) The Long Journey Home (Chapters in progress)

190) ~Iubire nemuritoare~ (Chapters in progress)

191) A New Breed (Chapters in progress)

192) Part of the Job (short story)

193) Lingering (short story)

194) Dani’s Mom (shorto story)

195) What Do We Do With A Drunken Vampire? (short story)

196) You're Such A Royal Pain In The Fang! (short story)

197) Woman in White (short story)

198) One shot from tumblr

199) Night Light (short story)

200) The Goddess And The Vampire! (short story)

HOUSE OF DIMITRESCU FF

1) Between Thirst and Affection (short story about Daniela)

2) Series about new character Rosemary Dimitrescu: Part 1 When A Rose Blooms In Winter (Completed); Part 2 Every Rose Has It's Thorns (Completed); Part 3 A Bed of Roses (In progress)

3) Potential Bad Idea (short story about Daniela)

4) Supermarket Flowers (short story about Daniela)

5) Good Girl! (short story about Daniela)

6) Taming one of the beasts! (short story)

7) Into the Unknown (Chapters in progress, multifandom)

8) One Of the Girls (short story)

9) Can't Sleep! Won't Sleep (without you)! (short story)

10) A Mix of the Species! (short story)

[cosmic-has-moved]

Calming The Beast

Link to Ao3 version: [HERE]

Being the adopted child of the villagers Priestess would be viewed as a blessing, but it would be quite the confusing life to the child.

Being adopted after losing her family in a house fire since she was a child. Donna Beneviento was no stranger to Mother Miranda’s personal life, knowing well what she does under the village residents’ noses.

She didn’t admit it, but it fascinated yet terrified her. Even being gifted with a doll infested with what her mother has called “cadou” to make it living, didn’t ease the unnerving feeling she got from it. She only got more comfortable or at least use to it the more older she got.

Donna wasn’t given the parasite and Miranda still has yet to give a reason why, but she didn’t mind not having it. She saw how it worked.

Mother Miranda’s recent patient was a sickly woman in her 40s, Alcina Dimitrescu was her name, suffering from a blood disease that was killing her each day. Donna had only seen the woman a few times, first time being in the horrible state, second being in her bed recovering from the cadou injection, and the third being months later visiting her saviour.

The effects were very obvious given how tall she had gotten and less human like she gave off.

The fourth visit however, was one where her adoptive mother needed her assistance with something serious. The brunette agreed, happy to help her mother and followed her down to the basement, the blonde woman holding a leather bag.

Only to question her decision upon seeing what she was going to help with.

There in Miranda’s newly built basement, chained to the ground struggling to escape and blindfolded. Was a naked Mistress Dimitrescu, only this time she looked more monstrous. Dragon like wings with small tendrils sprung out wide out of her back, along with a tail of similar details thrashing about. Her hands were black along with her claw like nails, even her feet were black.

The air in the room felt dense, hot and smelled like burning wood, but no fire in sight.

The tall lady tugged at the restraints and let out a roar, saliva flying out of her mouth and dripping down her lips. She looked desperate yet so angry.

Donna feeling uncomfortable, wanted to stay at the doorway, but was pulled from the wrist by Mother Miranda closer to the creature. Her heartbeat got quicker as they got close and she looked at the blonde woman, showing that she was afraid.

“Fear not, Donna.” Her mother said, her voice cold as her stare. “Lady Dimitrescu here is just in a bit of a situation that’s been causing her to lash out, which is why you’re here.”

Miranda gently placed her clawed hand on Alcina’s face, causing her to jolt but calm down at the touch. “She’s usually calm by my touch, but only for a limited time.” She moved her hand away, backing a bit as Alcina went to bite her. “At the moment I am extremely busy with paperwork, so I can’t afford to fix her at the moment.”

Miss Beneviento’s heart sank. “You want me to fix her?!” She stammered “Bu-But how would I even do that, Mother? I don’t even know why she’s like this.”

The Priestess smirked at the young woman before going over to the Mistress, shoving her to her back and kneeling down. “Well the main source of the problem, is this.” Donna stared in wide eyed horror as she spread Alcina’s legs, exposing her slick wet womanhood.

The sight made Donna panic and blush, “I can’t do that!” She gripped onto her white shirt and looked away. “I’m sure a guy can help her with it.”

“Alcina here isn’t a big fan of males.” Miranda let go of the pale woman and walked over to Donna, holding her shoulders. “And fear not, I got the tools to help you.” She went behind her and placed her hands over her daughter’s eyes. “Just close your eyes and I’ll guide you to the right path.” Her voice was so sickeningly reassuring.

But Donna silently obeyed through instinct and kept her eyes closed, panic still present with her. She heard the woman walk around and open something, most likely the bag she brought. Before she returned and Beneviento gasped upon Miranda strapping something around her hips, a fair amount weight being around the pelvic area.

Before Donna could open her eyes to see what was put on her, her back knees were kicked causing her to fall on top of the Mistress. Her face burning more as it was inches away from her sex. She tried moving away but a firm hand grabbed the back of her hair, and shoved it into the wet pussy, the motion causing the Countess to gasp in pleasure.

While Donna struggled to break free, her mouth accidentally opening and getting juices in her mouth. Miranda laughed a bit as Alcina crossed her legs, trapping the poor girl. “Good girl, just like that.” She let go of her hair and stood up. “Alcina, be sure not to kill her or you’ll have to pay for it.” Was all she said before leaving and locking the door.

Finally pushing herself up off the giant and spurting out the thick liquid off her tongue, Donna found herself face to face with the blinded woman. Her hot heavy breathing brushed against the young woman’s skin, her face becoming redder.

She tried to get off of her but found her large legs wrapped around her, trapping her there. Donna’s heart beat faster in a panic at the situation she was in, and it didn’t help that she could hear the Countess moan Miranda’s name in a quiet manner. It both angered and disgusted her.

In a moment of defeat, Donna looked down to finally see what was strapped to her and gasped upon seeing a large strap-on against her legs, the tip resting against Alcina’s left inner thigh.

A tug of chains forced her to look back at Alcina in fright. Despite being blindfolded, she could tell how desperate and out of it she was. Her long tongue hung out as she panted heavily and her fangs tipped with her own blood from biting her bottom lip. It was almost sad to look at, and her small whimpers didn’t help.

So with great reluctance, Donna positioned herself more comfortably and shifted the dildo with her hand. As the tip rubbed against the entrance making Alcina moan softly, she gradually slipped it in.

“AH~!” The Mistress let out a disordered high pitched moan, which motivated Donna to proceed on slipping in and out of her. More moans escaping her red lips and filling the room.

She did her best to avoid looking at the woman as her moans turned into screams, only forcing her attention onto moving her hips at a rhythmic beat. But even she couldn’t help herself from moaning, the fluid from Alcina getting onto her jeans and shirt.

“More! More!” The winged beast demanded.

Donna was doing her best to go at a fast speed she could go, but it seemed to not be enough for her. Her tail smacked itself on the ground startling the young woman to a stop, which only angered her further.

The tugging of the chains got more frequent and strained as the lady beast snarled, her legs wrapped tight enough that Donna could continue.

She tried moving in order to calm the lady down, but could only grind against her, which seemed to do the trick as Alcina stopped snarling and continued softly groaning.

Through fear of not wanting to risk angering her again, Donna glanced down at her breast, gulping harshly before taking a nipple into her mouth. Nibbling and sucking on it pleased her greatly, her groans turned into low moans and her legs eased up.

Pleased with herself and the process, Miss Beneviento continued moving her hips and placed her thumb against the woman’s clitoris, circling it in the same motion her was tongue was on her nipple.

The movement of her hips gradually became harder and harder, increasing the frequency of the wet slaps and slurping sounds. It didn’t help that it also increased Donna’s horniness.

The moans escaping from Alcina’s mouth were quickly shifted to moaning out a name.

“Miranda! Don’t stop!” She begged, singling that she was close to orgasming.

The mentioning of her mother’s name bothered her greatly, her brows furrowed and she slowed down before her mouth let go of her breast.

“Beg.” She ordered quietly.

The Countess whimpered and growled at her, demanding her to continue and tug at the chains more. This didn’t disdain Donna however, she pinched her clit and tugged on it, a pained moan slipping out of Alcina’s mouth.

The young woman spoke again, her voice more calmer. “I said. Beg.”

Lady Dimitrescu tried biting at her but the collar around her neck stopped her, refusing to submit. Her pulling getting stronger and stronger.

“I said, be-

SNAP!

As the chains finally broke releasing the beast, Donna was tackled onto her back.

Alcina sat on top of her, a thirsty grin on her face. This terrified the small woman to a great extant, realizing how much she had messed up, cursing herself for being jealous in the moment.

Placing a claw on the cloth shielding her vision and tearing it off, Donna stared wide eyed at the glowing gold eyes that stared back at her in great hunger. She went to tried to push the giantess off but her hands were quickly restrained above her head, leaning her head down and giving Donna a good sniff. Taking in all of her scent and moaning out a shudder of pleasure.

Donna was too scared and ashamed of herself to move as Alcina used a singular claw to cut open her shirt, along with her bra, exposing her small breast. The sight seemed to please her as she let out a deep chuckle and gripped the dildo, tearing it off and shoving into Donna’s mouth.

Sitting up and placing the woman on her leg, using her free hand to rip her pants off and slid her panties down. Donna’s protest were of course muffled from the dildo which made her gag everytime she tried speaking.

This pleased the Countess and she cupped Donna’s crotch, shoving two of her fingers deep into her sex, she would’ve screamed if she wasn’t gagged.

Pumping her fingers into the squirming brunette at a quick pace, suckling and nibbling on her neck to the point of bleeding. “You’re already so wet for me~.” Her voice was disordered yet so erotic. “Cum for me~.”

Donna tried shaking her head to protest, but the waves of pleasures paralysed her from doing so. Her eyes rolled back as a large shock of pleasure pulsated through her body, a body twitching orgasm.

Slipping her fingers out of Miss Beneviento, blood was mixed into her fluid and she licked them clean, moaning in content from the taste of her prey.

“So much better than normal blood.” She muttered, inhaling Donna’s scent before sinking her teeth into her shoulder, sucking the blood out of the wound while ignoring the quiet screams.

Hot tears trickle down the maiden’s face as the sharp pain shot through her body, only easing up when the Countess finally stopped and licked the remaining plasma off her lips. Exhaling a moan from the taste before removing the gag, tossing it to the side as Donna finally gasped in full oxygen into her lungs.

Moving the small woman onto her lap, being certain she knows it’s not over yet. Her small wrist in her grip had now given up on moving, but the tall lady didn’t seem to care. Biting her bottom lip to stifle her low moans, Alcina used her free hand to knead Beneviento’s rump.

Donna herself was confused for a short while, until she felt small tendrils brush against her bare thighs. The sight of the thick pale flesh like tentacles emerging from the Mistress’s pelvis, set a fire inside her, a fire of desire that she didn’t want to embrace.

As the tentacles wrapped around each other to form a penile like form, Donna tried scooting away only to find herself getting pulled closer to it. The tip pressed itself against her stomach and slid up to the bottom of her breast, giving her an idea of the size of it that made her forcefully swallow the air in her throat.

“Th-That won’t fit!” the young maiden explained as she looked up at her, a plea in her eyes. But that didn’t sway the predator, she just grinned a sinister grin.

She was slow at first, but impatience changed her mind, she had torn something inside her. She repeatedly slammed Donna up and down on her makeshift cock, her screams and moans music to her ears. The heat that had put her into such an uncomfortable state earlier, began easing with each harsh thrust.

Donna’s screams of pain quickly went to scream of pleasure, eyes half lidded and mouth left a gap. It didn’t take too long for her to be lost into the feeling of ecstasy, not acknowledging the amount of blood flowing out of her womanhood mixing into her discharge.

Finally letting go of her now bruised wrist and wrapped an arm around her. The other hand gripping onto the woman’s ass, Alcina pounded more and more into her, the sounds of their flesh colliding with each other getting wetter and louder.

The confidence the Mistress had showed slipped off, showing how lost she was into the moment. Her pupils dilated to a large state, almost like a cat.

Alcina wrapped both of her arms around her, holding her close. Her sweet whispers of claiming her becoming more horse and erotic, causing her walls to tighten around her and increase the pleasure.

Grunts of strained pleasure replaced Donna’s moans, her mouth dry from how long she kept it open. She had lost how many times she had orgasmed, all she cared about enjoy the moment.

Shifting position by laying back on the ground and holding the woman up straight, Alcina guided her hips to continue the movement. The bulge on her stomach appearing and disappearing everytime she weakly moved.

It was clear that Donna barely had any strength left to continue on her own, but she still tried. Her mind becoming more hazy and blank, all she knew to do was pump her hips with the occasional thrust from Alcina.

A hand slid up on Donna’s face, caressing the scar on her eye, easing her a bit more.

This continued on for what felt like days, before Miss Beneviento felt her thick tail wrap around her torso to her neck, her hands instinctively grabbing it. Her worries of what the lady was doing quickly answered upon the tail moving her body, upping the speed to their limit.

Both their eyes rolled back as the immense shock waves of pure heaven electrified their bodies to a few twitches. Their vaginal fluids mixing together along with Donna’s virgin blood, they could stay like that forever.

After finally letting go of the small maiden letting her collapse on top of her, the Mistress grabbed her face and pressed their lips together. Her tongue wrapping around hers and exploring her mouth, nibbling on her bottom lip upon breaking it.

Donna let out a pathetic plea of more before she got it, the kiss more messy and hungry. Whelping weakly as Alcina bit down on her tongue to get more blood from her, it hurt but a good hurt.

They laid there for a while in a sweaty hot mess before Alcina wrapped her wings around them in a cuddle, her eyes slowly closing before they both fell into a slumber.

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Donna woke from the sound of low throaty growls. She found her vision to be covered by cold pale skin, her body still being held tightly.

“Despite the trouble I went through, you’re still being a stubborn brat.”

A familiar voice, one that made her turn her head, only to see spiky flesh surrounding her. The growl she woke from becoming more threatening, the hold on her more tighter.

“Just because I told you not to kill her, doesn’t mean you can be possessive of her.”

She finally recognised the voice to be her guardian, Mother Miranda. Fear and shame suddenly filled the young woman’s being, as she curled up in a ball as a way to hide. Gasping loudly upon feeling the mess of tentacles still inside of her, the movement making a groan escape the lips of the Countess.

“… What did you do with her, Alcina?” Demanded the Priestess, no concern in her voice, only annoyance.

“She’s mine!” Alcina roared, the vibrations of the tone almost soothing to the brunette.

“I help you with your disgusting animal like rage, and you repay me by stealing one of my possessions?” Miranda’s tone was cold that it sent an uncomfortable chill down Donna’s spine.

All the tall woman responded with was resting her head on top of Donna’s, being clear of what she wants. This annoyed Miranda, but she just sighed and walked off.

“Fine, but you better not ask more out of me after this.” Miranda finished before opening the door and stepping out. Leaving the two alone again.

Donna went to speak but found that Alcina already asleep, low soothing rumblings heard from her chest. So she did was she thought was right at the moment, she rested her head against the woman’s large chest and closed her eyes.