#daniela x female reader

[cinnamanz]

# ONLY ON CAMERA — chapter fifty-two!

when katseye's main dancer daniela avanzini accidentally throws shade at chart-topping singer y/n l/n on an interview, the internet erupts in chaos. with y/n already in hot waters with the press over her latest scandal, both their pr teams scramble for damage control. the solution? a 'picture-perfect' fake relationship to turn the headlines in their favor.

THE END

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[starvrse]

CARNIVAL

| pairing : daniela avanzini x fem!reader

| summary : errr u and ur gf go to a fair and u get jealous or wtv

| warnings : g!p daniela, jealousy, p in v, no protection, impregnating talk, ass slapping, cursing, car sex, etc.

| unnecessary bs : 3k words 🙏 glaze me again

walking through the fair, hand in hand with your girlfriend, daniela. the evening air was warm, and the lights of the rides blinked in vibrant colors around you, casting soft glows on the crowd. you had just gotten off the rollercoaster, and now you were both reliving the adrenaline rush. “honestly, that wasn’t even scary, like, at all” you said, replaying the whole ride in your head.

daniela raised an eyebrow, her smile playful but teasing. “don’t even lie!” she grinned, giving you a nudge. “you were screaming so loud, i could hear you over the whole thing.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “i was just vocalizing my excitement.” you said, trying to sound confident.

“vocalizing?” she laughed. “babe, you were straight up shrieking—and you were squeezing my arm so tight, i thought my circulation was gonna cut off!”

you both burst into laughter, walking a little slower now as you shared the moment. “i was just making sure you didn’t fall off the ride.” you joked. daniela laughed lightly, looking down at you. “yeah, right,” she said, still grinning. “i think i’m the one who was keeping you from flying off the coaster with that tight ass grip.”

you sucked your teeth playfully, the conversation dying down. leaving the two of you to walk in a comfortable silence.

as you got closer to the food stands, the scents of sizzling, sweet, and savory foods hit you all at once. your stomach gave an eager rumble, instantly reacting to the aromas drifting through the air.

“babe, it smells so good over here,” you said, your voice almost wistful as your mouth began to water. daniela let out a soft hum of agreement, her eyes scanning the stalls. “i know, right?” she replied, already looking hungry.

“oh my god! we have to get one,” you pointed at the stall that had “funnel cakes” in big, bold red letters. “it’s basically a requirement at the fair.”

daniela laughed, her eyes practically glowing. “oh, 100%. but like, extra powdered sugar,” she grinned, already picturing the perfect funnel cake in her head. “i want it to look like a snowstorm.”

“you’re gonna be in a sugar coma by the time we’re done.” you said to her, chuckling.

“worth it.” she said, glancing at the stand. “but damn baby, this line’s mad long.”

you shrugged, already stepping toward the back of the line. “it’s okay, i’ll wait. you can go mess with the claw machines or something.”

she gave you a look, raising an eyebrow. “you sure?” she asked, taking out a 50 dollar bill from her back pocket after you gave her a nod of approval. “i’ll win you a stuffed animal.”

“only if it’s a giant bear.” you teased, taking the money from her hand.

“say less.” she grinned, pecking your lips before walking off toward the claw machines that weren’t too far away.

-

finally, after what felt like 13 years, you were 3rd in line to get your funnel cake. not like you were counting, but it definitely took longer than expected. looking around, you didn’t see daniela anywhere, so you figured she was still messing with the machines.

when you got your funnel cake; extra powdered sugar, just like she asked. you made your way over to where the claw machines were. and then you saw it.

daniela, laughing—no, giggling way too hard with some girl who was clearly flirting with her. the girl’s hand was casually resting on daniela’s shoulder, and they were definitely way too into whatever was going on. the way daniela’s head tipped back, eyes sparkling… you felt this weird, hot twist in you stomach.

feeling that familiar annoyance rise up, even though you knew you had no reason to be mad. she was allowed to laugh, right? but the way she was acting with this girl made you feel like you were just… there. holding the funnel cakes like some kinda afterthought.

you tried to brush it off, but it was hard. that stupid, jealous feeling in the pit of your stomach wouldn’t go away. you gripped the plate a little tighter, walking over to her with more force than you intended.

as you got closer, you noticed the girl holding a plushie, a giant, stuffed unicorn. and then it clicked. daniela was the one who’d won it for her.

“you having fun?” you asked, trying to keep your voice casual, but it came out a little sharper than you meant.

daniela turned around, her face lighting up when she saw you. “yn! look! i won her the unicorn!” she said, holding it up, proud as hell.

the girl beside her giggled. “seriously, she’s amazing at this. i’ve never seen anyone get it on the first try.”

you forced a smile, your eyes narrowing a little. “yeah, looks like she’s really good at it.”

daniela didn’t seem to notice your tone, beaming as she looked from the girl to you. “i know, right? i’ve got mad skills. gotta teach you my ways.”

you nodded, still holding the funnel cake in one hand, but now you were just waiting to get out of there. Was she always this touchy with random girls? you couldn’t stop the thought from running through your head.

“here dani, thought you’d want this before it gets cold.” you said a little harsher than you wanted to.

daniela took the plate, but the smile she gave you felt a little off. as if she was trying to gauge if you were mad or not. and honestly? you were.

“is something wrong..?” she finally let out after examining your tone and facial expressions.

you didn’t answer right away. instead, you turned, starting to walk toward the car, your steps maybe a little too quick, a little too angry.

daniela hesitated for a second, glancing back at the girl, “hey, i’ll follow you back later, okay?” she stated, then followed after you.

“bro, slow down!” you heard your girlfriend yell from behind you.

you didn’t slow down, your mind racing, and your jaw clenching at her words. you didn’t want to explain it, didn’t want to seem petty. so instead, you kept walking, arms crossed tightly in front of you.

“come on, don’t walk off like that. what’s going on?” she questioned, slightly jogging so she could be closer to you.

“nothing’s wrong, daniela. just tired,” you muttered, trying to sound casual, but your voice was tight.

“uh-huh.” her voice was softer now, but you could hear the concern. you didn’t know if you wanted her to chase you down or leave you alone. either way, you were pissed.

when you reached the car, you slammed the door a little harder than you meant to.

the latter slid into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind her (way softer than you did). she tossed the funnel cake onto the dashboard, its powdered sugar already threatening to spill, and then just stared at you. the silence between you two was thick, and suffocating. waiting for something to break it.

you shifted in your seat, unable to handle the tension. “the fuck are you doing? drive.” you muttered, your gaze fixed on the windshield.

daniela didn’t move, her eyes still locked on you, unfazed. “i’m not driving until you tell me what’s up with you.” she said, her voice low but firm.

you let out a sharp breath, refusing to meet her gaze. “i’m fine.” you muttered, staring out the window.

she raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “you’re fine?” she repeated, her tone flat. “okay, cool. then tell me why the fuck you’re acting like I just killed your dog.”

you stayed quiet, jaw clenched, your eyes still glued to the window. you didn't know what to say, didn't know how to explain the frustration building up inside you.

daniela's patience wore thin, and her voice rose slightly. "oh, so now you're just gonna ignore me?" she snapped. "fine. don't say shit, but if you're gonna act like this, you can get out and walk."

you didn't respond, but you could feel the anger starting to boil. you were pissed, but you didn't want to yell. silence felt safer.

"no?" she barked. "then get in the fucking backseat."

daniela heard the scoff as you made your way toward the back, but what she didn’t see was the smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. you could already tell where this was headed, and while it wasn’t exactly the healthiest choice right now, it was clear that you both needed to let off some steam.

soon, the blonde joined you in the backseat, her hand tenderly gripping your waist, pulling you onto her lap. her slender fingers found their way to your neck, harshly guiding your lips to meet hers in a searing kiss. the intensity of her anger fueling a primal need. her body pressed against yours, kissing you in a rough manner.

the car fills with the sound of your bodies shifting, fabric rustling, and harsh breaths as you both grapple for control. daniela’s grip on your waist tightens, her fingertips digging into your skin, while your hands tangle in her hair, pulling roughly.

she broke the kiss to speak, "you always do this, you know. you always shut down and refuse to talk.” she punctuated each word by grinding you a little harder against her thigh, the denim of her jeans rubbing against the thin fabric of your safety shorts.

you whimpered at the friction, tangling your hands in her curly hair, while you bucked your hips on her leg, needing more.

as daniela’s words fade into the background, you can't help but focus on the sensation of her leg between yours, the friction sparking a fire within you. you grind against her harder, the heat building between your legs, and you let out a soft moan, your head falling back against the seat.

daniela’s hand leaves your waist, trailing down your thigh, her fingers brushing against your inner leg, teasingly close to where you need her most.

you can feel the heat of her hand, her fingers inching closer to your center, your body aching for more. you lift your hips slightly, silently begging for her to touch you there, to quench the growing flame inside you. your breath hitches as her fingertips finally graze your mound through your shorts, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

daniela’s fingers find the edge of your shorts, her touch dancing along the hem. she leans in, her breath hot on your neck as she whispers, "Is this what you want?" her fingers tease, dipping slightly beneath the fabric, but not enough to satisfy the growing ache. you let out a soft, frustrated sound, arching your hips upwards, trying to encourage her to go further.

your body aches for more, your hips grinding against her leg, seeking friction and release. her fingers continue to tease the edge of your shorts, brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, yet never quite giving you the satisfaction you crave.

"you want it, don't you?" her fingers slip further under your shorts, tracing the edge of your panties. you can feel the heat of her hand, fingers inching closer to where you need her most. "tell me," she breathes, her lips brushing against your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. "tell me you want it."

your hips move with the rhythm of her hand, pushing against it, seeking more. "yes," you whisper, your voice hoarse with desire, "I want it."

“too bad.” she says, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine as she slowly pulled her hand away, leaving you empty and aching.

your whimper of protest was audible as she withdrew her touch, the loss of her hand making you press harder into her thigh for friction. “now you wanna make noise huh?” Her voice was a husky purr, full of tease.

she watched you with a heated gaze, her eyes flicking down to where you were still pressed against her thigh, seeking relief. she spread her legs slightly, allowing you more room to grind against her. “you're so desperate for it, aren't you?”

you could feel the frustration building up inside you, your moves becoming more urgent against her thigh. “stop being an asshole and fuck me already!' you said desperately, your nails digging into her shoulders.

the latina rolled her eyes in exasperation at your demands, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. “you're so demanding” she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

with a swift movement, daniela lifted you off her lap and maneuvered you into a new position. “hands and knees” she commanded, guiding you into place. the cool leather against your skin was a stark contrast to the heat emanating from her body as she positioned herself behind you.

She hiked up your skirt, pulling your shorts and underwear down, revealing your bare bottom to the cool night air. she ran a hand over the curve of your backside, then, without warning, she delivered a sharp slap to your left cheek.

you yelped at the sudden contact, your body jolting forward. the pain quickly morphed into pleasure as she began to massage the reddened skin. “so sensitive,” she commented, her fingers drifting between your legs to tease your wet folds. “and soaking wet.”

she rubbed the evidence of your arousal against your thigh before aligning herself behind you again. “spread your legs wider” she ordered, her voice low and demanding. you complied, feeling the cool air against your most intimate area.

she pulled down her jeans and moved her fingers to your hips tightly. “you want me to fuck you like this, don't you?' she growled, pressing herself against you. “in the backseat of my car like a common whore.”

you arched your back provocatively, pressing against her boner teasingly. “then fuck me like one,” you challenged breathlessly, casting a sultry glance over your shoulder. “show me how well you can handle the slut in the backseat.”

her breath caught in her throat at your bold words. “such filthy words coming from that pretty mouth..” she retorted, pulling her boxers down. and without warning, she plunged inside you, making you gasp loudly. she bit her lip at the feeling of your cunt around her, starting a steady rhythm, she gripped your hips harder. “you’re not so tough now, are you?”

you moaned loudly, the sound bouncing off the car walls. “shut up and keep fucking me.” you argued back, pushing back against her to meet her thrusts. the force of her movements made the car rock, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

your moans grew louder and more desperate as she continued to pound into you, one hand moving to grip your hair roughly. “oh- fuck— god, dani!—don't stop!'"

daniela's other hand reached around to rub your clit, her fingers pressing hard against the sensitive nub as she fucked you mercilessly. your body shook with the force of her movements, your legs trembling on the seat.

the taller’s face was contorted with pleasure, her jaw clenched as she tried to muffle her own moans. “damn it…you're so fucking tight.” she groaned, her hips jerking forward erratically.

pleasure clouded dani’s mind, and she delivered a hard smack to your ass, the enjoyable pain making you moan and hang your head low.

“s-shit!” she screamed, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head back. She pounded into you even harder, her other hand smacking your ass repeatedly.

she hissed in your ear, her breath hot and heavy, “you love it don't you? you always take me so well,” she kisses and sucks on your neck, “just obsessed with this dick, right?” trailing her tongue over a spot on your shoulder, teasing it before sinking her teeth in gently. a giggle escapes her lips as your startled gasp fills the air.

she continued, each thrust accompanied by a filthy phrase, “that’s right, take it—take every inch. you're such a good little slut...” her whimpers sounded like music to your ears. “s-so wet—so tight...does it feel good? does my cock feel good in your cunt?”

you arched your back even more, pressing yourself against her as she filled you completely. “y-yes. dani…” you blubbered, your words slurring with pleasure, 'it—it feels so good n’ d-deep!”

daniela gripped your hair tighter, slamming into you with all her force. “shit…that’s right, baby... take that big dick... show me how much you can handle...” your body trembled uncontrollably, your moans turning into screams of pure ecstasy as your hands clawed the leather seats.

the windows of the car fogged up as the vehicle rocked violently with each thrust. daniela's sweat dripped onto your back as she drove into you relentlessly. “listen to those filthy noises you're making…so pretty..”

your moans grew louder, more urgent, as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. “fuck! dani i-i'm gonna cum!” you screamed, your body convulsing as a powerful orgasm ripped through you.

daniela's thrusts became erratic, her hips jerking forward as she chased her own climax. “holy shit yn, imma put a baby in you, gonna’ fill you up so good...” She groaned, her body shaking as she came hard, her juices flooding your already overflowing hole.

she collapsed on top of you, her breath coming in heavy pants. 'fuck...that was so good.” she murmured, still slowly thrusting through her aftershocks, her hand possessively resting on your stomach.

after a moment, daniela slowly pulled her length out of you, a string of your mixed fluids following. she watched hungrily as your swollen, pink folds slowly closed around the absence of her length.

you flopped back onto the car seat, your legs hanging limply over the edge. your breath came in shallow pants, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “fuck dani…”

daniela chuckled at your exhausted state, “answer me, yeah? you ready to talk about your problem now that i’ve fucked the brains out of you?”

she waited for a response, her eyebrow raised. but you could only manage a weak, breathless whimper. daniela smirked, satisfied with your silence. 'i'll just wait…" she noted, pulling up her underwear and jeans, not bothering to zip them up again.

daniela settled in beside you, casually draping your exhausted legs over her lap. her fingers absently kneaded your tender ass cheeks, relishing the subtle bruises forming there—the physical map of her passionate assault.

she smirked, enjoying the view of your thoroughly ravaged body sprawled out next to her. "looks like my princess is gonna need a few more minutes before she can form words again."

head so good she a honor roll 😋 finally dropped i hope this feels like playboi carti dropping an album 🙏🙏 ngl i forgot reader had a skirt on still so 😅

[danisluvv]

Obvious | d.avanzini

Pairing: idol!fem!Reader x daniela avanzini

Warnings: none.

Part 2

Katseye this, katseye that.

Everywhere you walked you either heard about the group or the members individually, billboard after billboard was dominated by them, they were everywhere and it was like you couldn't escape.

You listened to their music a few times, and you can't lie, it was really good, so you kinda understood what the hype was about.

But it's not just about the music, the members itself were very popular for their looks and personalities, you don't really get the personality part because you don't know them personally, but the looks? Oh, you understood that part very well.

They looked majestic, all six of them had their own charisma and beauty that would make anybody swoon.

You couldn't chose between who was prettier or funnier or cooler, but there was one person that still caught your attention the most.

Daniela Avanzini.

You first heard about her when you were watching the pop star academy, and later when the group debuted she got more popular and her socials blew up.

You were casually scrolling on Instagram when a katseye post popped up, it was a video of her dancing with her group members but you couldn't keep your eyes off of her, and when you saw her account tagged in the caption, you couldn't help but want to check it out, and check it out you did.

You were stalking her account when you accidentally liked a few posts of her, and didn't notice, until you checked the comment section.

-

@/katseyeluvv

Bro, is it just me or is y/n acc stalking dani she's liked almost all of her posts in the last few minutes🧐

@/danismygf

No fr I see it too and I don't blame her💁🏻‍♀️

-

And before you know it, the "rumours" of you stalking Daniela went viral, fans making jokes in both of your comments sections saying stuff like "I wonder how long will it take for y/n to like this" or "but I don't see dani liking y/n's posts, is it one sided lolol."

You were bombarded with comments like that even when you were live, and would get sneaky comments from ningning, which would eventually end up in you two cat fighting and Karinas scolding.

At least you were thankful that Daniela and you two didn't know each other and have never met, because if she had noticed all the comments and ship videos of you two just like you did, it would've been awkward.

Well, the fate is never on your side now is it?

-

02:34 a.m.

You locked your phone, yawning as you tried to put on your slippers half-asleep.

Ningning had texted you saying she was hungry and you were going to tag along to the nearby convenience store, no questions asked.

At first you said no, but then you two made a deal, you would go with her and she would cut the "you're obsessed with Daniela from katseye who is two years younger than you" crap.

The deal was made, and you two were walking to the store in the middle of the night in you pj's, you offered to drive there since it was so late, but she insisted on going by foot since it was a five minute walk.

"So, about the d-" she started but you quickly cut her off.

"Ningning, we made a deal, I follow you here and you zip it, so shush." She rolled her eyes, slapping you on the forehead, "hey, I'm older than you, show some respect!"

"Yeah, older by like what, a day?"

"A day is a lot, it's a whole Twenty-four hours," she slapped you on the forehead again, "ningning, I swear to God, I'm gonna turn back-"

"Too late, we're already here!" She let out excitedly as she opened the door walking in, you were about to follow her when you noticed there was a group of girls right behind you, so you waited, opened the door wider and motioned for them to walk inside.

They bowed, saying quick thank yous and dissapearing behind an isle.

"Ugh, such a gentlewoman!" Ningning held her heart dramatically, making you chuckle.

"Just get whatever you want, I'll be right here," she nodded and she also dissapeared behind an isle.

You started to walk around, trying to act interested as you waited for her, when the same girls from before walked to the register, hands packed with cup ramen making you chuckle.

You took a few steps back to give them some space, when you suddenly bumped into someone.

You quickly turned around to see a few juice bottles all over the floor, making you gasp, "oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

"What? No, no, it's totally my fault, I started walking backwards, are you okay? Did you hurt anything?" You said in a rush, looking over her for a sign of injury.

She looked familiar, although she had a cap and a mask on, her blonde hair and brown eyes seemed really familiar.

You tried to think of who it could be as you helped her pick up the bottles, the realization suddenly hit, no, it couldn't be right?

"Daniela? Are you okay?" Sophia asked rushing over, dang it, she looked over to you quickly, like she recognized you without even seeing your face.

"You gotta pay for the drinks that spilled you know," the cashier said from behind the counter, her words directed to Daniela but you quickly spoke up.

"Here," you gave her your card, "for the spilled drinks and other things that the ladies wanted to buy."

"You don't have to," Lara interrupted, shaking her head.

"Please, I insist, since I spilled your drinks and ruined Danielas outfit," you smiled at her as cashier gave you back your credit card.

"Thank you, really, you didn't have to," Daniela smiled, "it was nice to meet you, y/n."

And they walked out.

"Was that katseye?" Ningning suddenly popped up next to you.

"Yeah, yeah, it was." You giggled and proceed to pay for the things ningning picked also, since you payed for katseye, ningnings words not yours.

-

Your phone was going crazy, so you decided to take a break from practice and check what was going on.

@/daniela_avanzini started following you.

@/sofia_laforteza started following you.

@/lararajj started following you.

@/y0on_cha3 started following you.

@/meganskiendiel started following you.

@/meretmanon started following you.

Could they make it more obvious?

A/n: lmk what you think about it in the comments and if I should make part two! Don't forget to like, comment and reblog! Hope you enjoy♥︎

[wntraes]

⎯ ִ ࣪✫.ᐟ DEAR DIARY ⋆ ˚｡⋆ MANON BANNERMAN

status loading... in progress

𝓼ynopsis when katseye's main visual manon bannerman accidentally spills her drink on the drunk well know youtuber y/n l/n at a party -making her cry, she makes it her goal to never see her again. unlike manon, y/n is silently motivated to figure out who caused her to impact her reputation in the way she did.

now playing... over the rainbow

tags # smau, crack, fluff, (semi)one-sided hate, coarse language, suggestive themes, celebrity! au, sexual jokes, mentions of intoxication, a terrible attempt at being humourous

featuring ! katseye, aespa, sabrina carpenter, benoftheweek n more celebs

pairing ! manon bannerman x female reader

notes ! this smau was made for fun and entertainment. it is not an actual portrayal of the people mentioned in this smau. y/n face claim is nailea devora. ignore timestamps. TAGLIST IS OPEN. this is also my first time posting work on here so pls bear w me 😭🙏

PROFILES

THOSE BITCHES | KITTIES GAZE | KITTIES GAZE pt.2

CHAPTERS

dorathy did NOT have fun !!

skitserphernic ass

ME THE HOT FAIRY

breaking my silence: dear pop base

fanny flutters

...more in progress!

taglist (open) ! @lara4eclipze @fruityg0rl @sunshinez4 @1luvkarina @meiphobic @saysirhc @arihiu @kristalag @meizinisnumberone @blushmimi @vrtualstar @yeetaberry127 @xochitlisbest @inybits @c-yerim @nyssalvr @fearnotfearmore

[snoopyiz]

SITUATIONSHIP TEXTS WITH DANIELA AVANZINI

( 🎬 ) — fluff, and lowk them being crazy

[castdust]

wish that i could !

𝓼ynopsis. yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

➟ꜱᴛᴀʀʀɪɴɢ. daniela avanzini x biker!reader

➟ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ. newjeanz 'hanni - minji | en- 'jungwon - jake | le sserafim 'yunjin | katseye

➟ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ. fluff | angst | slight!nsfw | uni au | smau + written

➟ ᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴ. might have insensitive jokes, profanities, alcohol, minimal drug use, vaping/smoking, dry humor.

➟ ᴀ/ɴ. please do not associate the characters with the idols in real life. this story does not represent them. this story will contain slight mature scenes and sensitive topics. any resemblance with other contents are purely coincidental. ERRORS are inevitable. also some places might take place in the philippines (like the uni's and street names). the pics that i used here are from pinterest ctto.

reader's discretion is highly advised.

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ. 'wish that i could by umi 'timeless by the weeknd and playboi carti 'otw by khalid, 6lack, and ty dolla $ign 'confident by justin bieber 'let me love you by ariana grande and lil wayne 'bags by clairo 'soft spot by keshi 'kissed a girl by katy perry 'good for you by selena gomez and a$ap rocky 'poison by brent faiyaz 'after hours by kehlani 'disturbia by rihanna ++ more

ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇꜱ. the 6xers | winx club

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ.

00. license revoked

01. stop spreading rumors

02. failed flirting

03. dance with me?

04. unknown number

05. hell zone

06. its final szn

07. ready, get set, go!

08. spawn of satan

09. coffee for dani

10. going feral

11. finals just finished me

12. yellow cab cravings

13. midnight thoughts

14. night rides

15. go! animo la salle!

16. pain and loss

17. preach

18. jungwon the savior

19. long rides

20. win the race

++ more chapters

taglist: @gtfoiydlyj @saysirhc @artrizzler19 @jellaaa @taikabui @spongebobtentacles @hwonnrinji @sunshinez4 @fillthwvoid @meganskiendielsbtc

[atlasthegreatest]

Twinkling Lights and Crimson Blushes / Sophia Laforteza x Female Reader

Which, during a festive Christmas outing, the Katseye girls visit an ice skating rink, where Sophia accidentally bumps into Y/n, sending them both tumbling to the ice. Despite the minor chaos, Y/n can’t help but be captivated by Sophia’s beauty, even as she nurses a cut on her eyebrow.

Word count: 2440

A/n: Sophia Laforteza. That's it. That's the tweet.

The ice rink at Winter Haven Park was dazzling under the strings of golden lights crisscrossing overhead. It was Christmas Eve, and the Katseye girls had decided to embrace the festive season by enjoying an evening of ice skating. Sophia, wrapped in a chic red coat and matching scarf, led the way onto the ice.

“Careful, Sophia!” Yoonchae called from behind, wobbling slightly as she held onto the rink barrier. “Don’t get too confident. It’s slippery out here.”

“Yeah, Sophia,” Manon teased, gliding past with ease. “We wouldn’t want you embarrassing yourself in front of all these people.”

Sophia smirked and spun lightly in place. “Please, I’ve got this.”

The rest of the girls followed her onto the ice, some gracefully (like Daniela, who moved as if she belonged in an ice-dancing competition) and some less so (like Megan, who was clinging to Lara for dear life).

As Sophia focused on her footing, the music from the rink’s speakers changed to a Christmas classic, and the laughter of children mingled with the occasional thuds of people falling. She was skating backward, trying to call to Yoonchae, when she suddenly collided with someone.

Hard.

The impact knocked both of them to the ice, and Sophia groaned as she rubbed her head. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, turning to the person she’d crashed into.

The stranger—a tall, athletic-looking woman with warm brown eyes and a gentle expression—was sitting on the ice, holding her brow where a thin streak of red appeared.

Sophia’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh no! You’re bleeding!”

The woman stared at her, her mouth slightly open as if trying to form words. She didn’t seem particularly bothered by the cut, more focused on Sophia’s face.

Before Sophia could say anything else, another voice chimed in. “Uh, you okay, bud?” A friend of the woman skated over, snickering as they looked between the two. “Looks like you got taken out and starstruck at the same time.”

“Seriously, I’m so sorry,” Sophia said again, reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a tissue. She pressed it gently to the stranger’s eyebrow. “Let me make it up to you. How about I buy you a coffee? Or—” she hesitated for a moment, her cheeks pinking—“or dinner?”

The woman blinked, still too stunned to reply. Her friend nudged her, grinning. “Say yes, idiot.”

Finally, the woman managed to stammer, “Y-yes, I’d… like that.”

Sophia smiled in relief, offering them a hand to help them up. “I’m Sophia, by the way.”

“I know,” the woman replied, sheepishly taking her hand. “I mean—uh, I’m Y/n.”

By now, the rest of the Katseye girls had gathered around, and Lara couldn’t help but laugh. “Sophia, only you could turn a skating accident into a romantic meet-cute.”

Manon raised an eyebrow. “So, dinner, huh? We’ll want details, Miss Laforteza.”

Yoonchae grinned. “This might be the most entertaining part of the night.”

Sophia shot them all a playful glare before turning back to Y/n. “Ignore them. They’re just jealous I managed to make an impression—though maybe not the most graceful one.”

Y/n chuckled, holding the tissue to her cut. “It’s a Christmas Eve to remember.”

As Sophia and Y/n exchanged warm smiles, the festive lights above seemed to twinkle a little brighter, hinting at the promise of something special on this magical winter night.

Sophia then helped Y/n to her feet, the festive chaos around them seemed to blur into the background. Y/n was still holding the tissue to her eyebrow, but her gaze kept flickering back to Sophia, who was equally flustered but doing her best to stay composed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sophia asked, brushing imaginary snow off her coat. “I feel terrible about knocking you over.”

“I’m fine,” Y/n assured her, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I think the embarrassment hurts more than the cut.”

“Don’t let her fool you,” Y/n’s friend interjected, grinning. “She’s been watching you for the last ten minutes. She’s just mad you took the first step—literally.”

“Felix,” Y/n hissed, her ears turning red as she shot her friend a mortified glare.

Sophia tilted her head, her expression softening into something teasing. “Oh? Is that true?”

Y/n opened her mouth to respond, but the words got stuck in her throat. Thankfully, Felix wasn’t done stirring the pot. “She’s been hyping herself up to talk to you all night. Guess fate had other plans, huh?”

Sophia laughed—a bright, musical sound that seemed to melt away Y/n’s embarrassment. “Well, I guess I did the hard part for you. Now you owe me.”

Y/n blinked. “Owe you?”

“For dinner,” Sophia said, grinning. “You can call it an apology for not watching where I was going.”

Felix let out a low whistle. “Bold and charming. Y/n, if you don’t take her up on this, I’m stealing her for myself.”

The Katseye girls, who had been hovering nearby and pretending not to listen, finally burst into laughter.

“Looks like Sophia has an admirer,” Lara teased, gliding closer. “Maybe we should leave you two alone?”

“Not before we document this moment,” Manon added, pulling out her phone.

“Manon!” Sophia hissed, her cheeks flushing pink as she waved her hands. “Don’t you dare?”

But it was too late. Manon had already snapped a photo of Sophia and Y/n standing close, the Christmas lights behind them giving the scene a cozy, magical glow.

“Perfect,” Manon said with a smirk, showing the picture to Yoonchae, who giggled.

“Okay, okay,” Sophia said, turning back to Y/n. “Ignore them. They’re my biggest embarrassment most of the time.”

Y/n chuckled, her nervousness easing a little. “I don’t mind. They seem like good friends.”

“Good is a stretch,” Sophia muttered, earning playful boos from her members.

Felix nudged Y/n with his elbow. “So? You're gonna give the pretty girl your number or what?”

Y/n hesitated for a moment before reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out her phone. She handed it to Sophia, her hand brushing hers briefly, and the Filipino girl smiled softly as she entered her number.

“There,” Sophia said, handing the phone back. “Now you can text me about that dinner.”

“I will,” Y/n promised, her gaze lingering on Sophia for a moment longer than necessary.

As the two exchanged shy smiles, the rest of the Katseye girls started skating away, calling out teasing comments.

“Don’t keep her out too late!” Yoonchae joked.

“And don’t let her fall again,” Megan added with a grin.

Sophia groaned but couldn’t help laughing as she turned back to Y/n. “I am sorry about the cut. But I’m glad it led to this.”

Y/n smiled, her heart fluttering despite the still-throbbing pain in her eyebrow. “Me too.”

As they parted ways for the evening, the air was filled with the sounds of laughter, Christmas music, and the magic of an unexpected connection. And though Sophia didn’t know it yet, this was just the beginning of a story that would sparkle as brightly as the twinkling lights above the ice rink.

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As Sophia skated back to her group, Y/n lingered by the edge of the rink, still holding her phone and staring down at the number saved under “Sophia 🌟.” Felix watched her with an amused smirk.

“You good, champ?” Felix asked, leaning against the barrier. “You look like you just saw Santa in the flesh.”

Y/n blinked out of her daze, a sheepish grin spreading across her face. “She’s… something else.”

“Understatement of the century,” Felix quipped. “Don’t blow it. I’m rooting for you.”

Meanwhile, Sophia rejoined her members, who were waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce.

“Well?” Manon said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Did you ask for her number, or did she faint from being too close to your sheer magnificence?”

“Stop it,” Sophia said, trying to sound annoyed, though the blush on her cheeks gave her away.

“Come on, we need details!” Yoonchae chimed in, practically vibrating with excitement.

“It’s nothing,” Sophia said, her tone nonchalant as she tightened her scarf. “I just gave her my number so I could properly apologize for knocking her over.”

“Sure, sure,” Daniela said, skating alongside her. “You were apologizing. That’s why you were smiling at each other like it was a Hallmark movie.”

“You all are the worst,” Sophia groaned, covering her face with her gloved hands.

Lara, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke up. “She seemed nice. And cute.”

“Right?” Megan added. “Tall, too. I think she was blushing even more than you were, Sofia.”

“Enough!” Sophia said though she was laughing now. “Let’s just enjoy the rest of the night, okay?”

But the teasing didn’t stop there. As they skated, the girls continued to whisper and giggle behind her back. They even waved at Y/n, who had re-entered the rink with Felix, much to Sophia’s embarrassment.

Eventually, the night wound down, and the girls gathered by the food stands for hot cocoa. Sophia glanced over her shoulder and caught Y/n looking her way again. She gave a small wave, and Y/n, encouraged by Felix, waved back.

Manon leaned over and whispered, “If she doesn’t text you by tomorrow, we’re taking over.”

“Manon, no,” Sophia said, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

The evening ended with laughter, cocoa, and the promise of something new blooming in the cold, festive air. As the girls walked off toward their car, Sophia couldn’t help but feel a little lighter, the twinkling lights overhead matching the spark she felt deep in her chest.

Bonus Chapter:

The morning after the ice-skating incident, the Katseye girls gathered around the breakfast table in their cozy rented holiday cabin. Snow was falling gently outside, blanketing the world in white. Inside, the air was filled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee, cinnamon rolls, and the unmistakable buzz of excitement as everyone recounted the previous night.

Sophia entered the room last, her hair slightly mussed, and a sleepy but content expression on her face. She plopped into a chair, reaching for a mug of coffee, but before she could take a sip, Yoonchae slid into the seat beside her, a mischievous grin already forming.

“Good morning, lovebird,” Yoonchae teased, nudging Sophia with her elbow.

Sophia groaned. “Please, no. Not before coffee.”

But the girls were relentless. Manon leaned across the table, her phone in hand. “So, I may have done a little stalking,” she said, flashing a photo of Y/n on Instagram, one taken at the rink from a friend’s story. “She’s cute. And tall. Hockey Player. And, oh look, she’s already following you.”

Sophia almost choked on her coffee. “Manon! How do you even find these things so fast?”

“Please,” Megan said, flipping her hair dramatically. “Manon’s practically the FBI when it comes to stuff like this. But the real question is—did she text you yet?”

Sophia’s cheeks flushed a deep red, and she avoided their expectant gazes.

“Oh my god, she did!” Daniela exclaimed, clapping her hands. “You’re blushing. Sophia, spill. What did she say?”

Reluctantly, Sophia pulled out her phone and opened her messages. “Fine,” she said, scrolling to Y/n’s name. “She texted me late last night. Just said it was nice meeting me and asked if I was free for dinner after Christmas.”

The table erupted into cheers and teasing whistles.

“Sophia, you’re living the rom-com dream,” Lara said with a warm smile. “Accidental meet-cute, sparks flying, and now a date? It’s perfect.”

“I’m happy for you,” Megan added, her voice softer but genuine. “Y/n seems sweet.”

Sophia couldn’t help but smile as she stared at the message again. “She does, doesn’t she?”

Yoonchae wiggled her eyebrows. “You better bring her around for official approval. We’re not letting just anyone date our leader, you know.”

Sophia rolled her eyes but laughed. “You’re all impossible. But… thanks. I think this might be something special.”

As the girls continued to chatter and tease, the snowfall outside seemed to match the warmth and joy inside. It was a Christmas to remember, not just for Sophia, but for all of them.

As the girls continued their lively banter, Sophia’s phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it, seeing Y/n’s name pop up with a new message:

Y/n: “Morning! Hope you’re not too sore from the ice rink disaster. 😊 Still on for dinner after Christmas?”

The room fell silent as everyone caught sight of the message.

“Oh, she texted again!” Yoonchae squealed, reaching for the phone, but Sophia snatched it up before she could.

“Stop it!” Sophia said, laughing as she held the phone close to her chest.

“Okay, but you have to tell us what you’re going to say,” Megan pressed, leaning in. “Don’t overthink it, but don’t underthink it either. This is crucial.”

Sophia looked at her phone, debating for a moment. “I’ll just say… ‘Good morning! Not too sore, thankfully. And yes, dinner sounds great.’”

“Boring,” Manon deadpanned.

“It’s fine!” Sophia defended herself. “I’m not trying to be fancy. It’s just a confirmation.”

“Fine, fine,” Daniela said, waving her hand. “But you better let us help you pick out an outfit for this dinner. We can’t let our leader show up looking anything less than stunning.”

“Like I’d ever trust you guys with that,” Sophia teased, earning a chorus of mock protests.

As Sophia hit send, she glanced out the window, where the snow continued to fall softly. It felt like the world was moving slower than usual, giving her time to savor the sweetness of the moment.

Moments later, her phone buzzed again.

Y/n: “Great! I’ll pick you up at 7. Can’t wait to see you again.”

Sophia smiled, her heart skipping a beat. Before she could react, Yoonchae leaned over her shoulder and read the message aloud.

“Oh, she’s smooth,” Yoonchae said, smirking. “You’ve got a keeper, Sophia.”

“Enough,” Sophia groaned, but she couldn’t hide her grin.

Lara tilted her head thoughtfully. “You know, this feels like one of those moments we’re going to look back on and tease you about forever.”

“Like you don’t already have enough material,” Sophia replied dryly, but her expression softened as she looked around at her friends. “I’m glad I have you all here to make this even more embarrassing than it has to be.”

The girls laughed, and the conversation shifted back to holiday plans and their upcoming schedule, but Sophia’s mind lingered on Y/n’s message.

As the day went on, Sophia found herself feeling lighter, and more hopeful. Maybe the holiday magic wasn’t just for fairy tales. Maybe, just maybe, it was real—and she was living in it.

[horeformilfs]

I have an ask for you. So this can either be with Alcina, Donna, or any of the Dimitrescu daughters.

All I really want is like reader going absolutely ape-shit on some kind of foe. For whatever reason you want. Whether it be Eathan or just some random person trying to hurt her lover. The circumstance is completely up to you.

Oh, and if reader could have some kind of power, plant manipulation, shape-shifting, whatever, that would be loved.

Aaaanyway, thank you very much for even reading this. If you don't like it, just ignore me. No harm done. Have a fabulous day/night, and stay safe!

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I love this idea and made it kinda angsty

I'll Protect You...Because I Love You

Dimitrescu Family x Fem!Reader

TW: Arguing, Drinking, Fighting, Stabbing Blood, Fainting, Ethan Winters being a dick, Death

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In the dimly lit corridors of Castle Dimitrescu, Y/N moved with practiced ease, her footsteps echoing against the ancient stone walls. She had become accustomed to the labyrinthine layout of the castle during her time as Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's maid, navigating its sprawling halls with a sense of familiarity that bordered on intimacy.

But Y/N's relationship with Alcina transcended the boundaries of employer and servant. Over the course of eight months, their connection had blossomed into something far deeper—a love that defied the constraints of their disparate stations. Alcina's formidable presence had initially intimidated Y/N, but beneath her regal facade lay a woman of unparalleled complexity, whose icy exterior belied a warmth that Y/N found impossible to resist.

Despite the differences in their status, Y/N and Alcina had forged a bond built on mutual respect and unwavering devotion. In the quiet moments between their duties, they stole fleeting glances and exchanged whispered confessions, their love growing with each passing day.

And it wasn't just Alcina who had captured Y/N's heart; her affection extended to Alcina's three daughters—Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela. Initially wary of their mother's new paramour, the sisters had gradually warmed to Y/N's presence, finding in her a kindred spirit who shared their love for the sprawling grounds of Castle Dimitrescu.

Y/N's connection to the Dimitrescu family ran deeper still, for she harbored a secret that she had kept hidden from Alcina and her daughters—a power as ancient as the castle itself. Y/N possessed the ability of chlorokinesis, the power to manipulate and control plant life with but a thought. It was a gift she had inherited from her ancestors, one that she had honed in secret, fearful of the repercussions should her abilities be discovered.

But despite the challenges they faced, Y/N's love for Alcina remained steadfast, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf them. And as the sun dipped below the horizon and the castle came to life with the flickering of candlelight, Y/N knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, she would face them with unwavering courage, guided by the love that bound her to Alcina and her daughters.

As Y/N approached the door to their shared bedroom, she could sense the tension radiating from within. The air crackled with an uneasy energy, sending a shiver down her spine. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit chamber.

Alcina sat at her vanity, her usually regal posture slumped with frustration. Y/N's heart ached at the sight of her beloved in such turmoil, her concern outweighing any fear that lingered in the air.

"What's wrong, Alcina?" Y/N ventured softly, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the room.

Alcina's response was immediate, her words tumbling forth in a torrent of anger and resentment. "That blasted Miranda! She thinks she can dictate every aspect of our lives, as if we're mere pawns in her game!"

Y/N listened in silence as Alcina ranted, her heart breaking with each word that fell from her lips. But before she could offer solace, Alcina's frustration reached a boiling point, her hands clenching into fists as she unleashed her fury upon the unsuspecting vanity.

The sound of splintering wood echoed through the room, mingling with Alcina's ragged breaths. Y/N moved closer, her instincts urging her to comfort her lover in her time of need.

"Alcina, please," Y/N pleaded, reaching out a trembling hand in a futile attempt to soothe her. "Let me help you."

But Alcina's response was sharp, her eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a chill down Y/N's spine. "Stay back, Y/N! This is none of your concern!"

Y/N recoiled at the venom in Alcina's voice, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a cautious step backwards. The sight of Alcina unsheathing her claws sent a wave of fear coursing through her, the primal instinct to flee warring with her desire to stand by her lover's side.

With a heavy heart, Y/N made her decision, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "I'll leave you alone, Alcina. I... I need some air."

And with that, Y/N turned on her heel and fled the room, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridors as she made her way downstairs, the weight of Alcina's anger heavy upon her shoulders.

As Y/N entered the dining room, her steps heavy with the weight of her emotions, she failed to notice the three figures huddled together at the far end of the room. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela exchanged concerned glances as they watched Y/N's distant demeanor, their hearts aching at the sight of her pain.

With a shared understanding born of years spent in each other's company, the sisters moved as one, their footsteps silent against the polished floors as they approached their beloved Mămica. Y/N's shoulders sagged with the weight of her burdens, her trembling hands reaching for the crystal decanter of whiskey that stood sentinel upon the table.

The clink of glass echoed through the room as Y/N poured herself a generous measure, her movements mechanical as she downed it in one swift motion. The sisters exchanged worried glances, their concern deepening as they watched a solitary tear slip down Y/N's cheek.

Bela, the eldest of the sisters, stepped forward first, her voice gentle as she addressed Y/N. "Mămica, are you okay?"

Y/N startled at the sound of Bela's voice, her eyes widening in surprise as she met the concerned gazes of the Dimitrescu sisters. She attempted to muster a reassuring smile, but it faltered at the edges, her facade crumbling under the weight of her emotions.

"I... I'm fine," Y/N replied, her voice betraying the turmoil raging within her.

But Daniela wasn't convinced, her keen intuition sensing the truth behind Y/N's facade. "Did you and Mamă have a fight?"

Y/N hesitated, her gaze flickering between the three sisters as she struggled to find the words. "Yes, but it's nothing for you to worry about."

Cassandra reached out a hand, her touch gentle as she brushed a stray tear from Y/N's cheek. "You don't have to pretend. We're here for you."

Y/N felt a sense of comfort envelop her as she sank into the plush cushions of the living room couch, Daniela nestled in her lap like a protective shield against the storm raging within her. The warmth of the fire cast flickering shadows across the room, a soothing counterpoint to the turmoil churning in Y/N's mind.

Daniela, ever the embodiment of affection, wrapped her arms around Y/N, seeking solace in the embrace of the woman she regarded as her other mother. Y/N returned the gesture, her touch gentle as she ran her fingers through Daniela's hair, the rhythmic motion a balm to her frayed nerves.

With a deep breath, Daniela ventured to broach the subject that hung heavy in the air. "Mămica, what happened? Why are you so upset?"

Y/N hesitated, her heart heavy with the weight of her confession. "It's... it's nothing, darling. Just a disagreement with Mamă."

But Bela, ever perceptive, sensed the gravity of the situation, her gaze piercing as she pressed for answers. "But why did you leave? You always stay with Mamă when she's upset."

Y/N's resolve wavered at Bela's question, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "Because... because Mamă got so angry... her claws came out."

The revelation hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the depths of Alcina's fury. The sisters exchanged shocked glances, their concern for Y/N mingling with a sense of unease at the thought of their mother unleashing her wrath upon the woman they held dear.

"That's... that's never happened before," Cassandra murmured, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Y/N nodded, her own disbelief mirroring that of the Dimitrescu sisters. "I know. That's why... that's why I had to leave."

And as the flames danced in the hearth and the night stretched on before them, Y/N knew that no matter the challenges they faced, they would navigate them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As the warmth of the fire bathed the living room in a soft glow, Y/N found solace in the embrace of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a comforting reminder of the love that bound them together. Cassandra and Bela nestled into Y/N's side, their forms molded against hers as they sought refuge from the storm brewing outside. Meanwhile, Daniela remained perched in Y/N's lap, her attention focused on the book in her hands as she read aloud in a soothing cadence.

But their tranquil moment was shattered by the arrival of Alcina, her footsteps heavy with the weight of her frustration. She swept into the room, her icy gaze fixing on the group gathered before her.

"Why aren't you all in the dining room? Dinner should have been ready by now," Alcina demanded, her tone sharp with irritation.

Y/N shifted uncomfortably under Alcina's gaze, her protective instinct kicking in as she sought to shield the girls from their mother's anger. "We were just spending some time together, Alcina. We'll be there shortly."

Alcina's response was a dismissive roll of her eyes, her frustration palpable as she turned on her heel and made her way to the dining room.

As they sat down to dinner, the atmosphere was thick with tension, the strained silence punctuated only by the clinking of silverware against porcelain. Alcina's mood cast a pall over the table, her brooding silence a stark contrast to the usual lively chatter that filled the air.

The daughters exchanged uneasy glances, their resentment simmering beneath the surface as they grappled with their mother's recent outburst. Y/N's heart ached at the palpable discord, her own frustration mingling with a sense of helplessness in the face of Alcina's wrath.

But amidst the awkwardness and resentment, Y/N found solace in the unwavering support of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a reminder that no matter the challenges they faced, they would weather them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.

As Y/N raced downstairs, her heart pounded in her chest with each step, adrenaline coursing through her veins at the revelation of Ethan Winters' presence in the castle. She found Alcina in the main hall, her imposing figure a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.

"Alcina, what's happening?" Y/N's voice trembled with urgency as she approached her lover.

Alcina's gaze flickered with a mix of fury and determination as she turned to face Y/N. "Ethan Winters has escaped Heisenberg and infiltrated the castle. But don't worry, I'll deal with him."

Y/N's mind raced with a myriad of emotions, fear and concern warring within her as she processed Alcina's words. "What about the girls, Alcina? Are they safe?"

For a moment, Alcina remained silent, her expression unreadable as she locked eyes with Y/N. In that brief exchange, Y/N sensed the truth—the girls were still in the library, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows.

Without waiting for a response, Y/N broke into a sprint, her feet pounding against the cold stone floors as she raced towards the library. Alcina followed close behind, her presence a reassuring presence in the face of uncertainty.

As Y/N rushed towards the library, her heart pounding with fear and urgency, she flung open the doors, relief flooding her as she laid eyes on the girls, safe and sound within the comforting embrace of books.

"Mămica, Mamă, what's going on?" Daniela's voice cut through the tension, her brow furrowed with confusion.

Before Y/N could respond, a deafening gunshot shattered the tranquility of the room, the sound reverberating off the walls as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Instinctively, Y/N moved to shield Bela, her body tensing in anticipation of impact.

But she was too late.

The bullet struck true, searing pain tearing through Y/N's abdomen as she staggered backward, the force of the impact sending her crashing to the ground. Shock and disbelief painted the faces of Alcina and the girls as they watched in horror, their cries of alarm echoing in the chaos that ensued.

Ethan Winters emerged from the shadows, his presence a menacing reminder of the danger that lurked within the castle walls. Y/N fought through the pain, her voice strained as she addressed him.

"Why are you here, Ethan?" she pleaded, desperation coloring her words.

But Ethan remained silent, his gaze cold and unyielding as he turned his attention to the Dimitrescu sisters and Alcina. Panic surged within Y/N as she watched him advance, her instincts screaming at her to protect her family at all costs.

With a fierce resolve, Y/N pushed herself to her feet, her body protesting with each movement as she positioned herself between Ethan and the ones she loved. "Stay back!" she warned, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and determination.

But Ethan showed no signs of relenting, his gaze locked on his targets with a chilling intensity. With a resigned sigh, Y/N braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, her mind racing with thoughts of how to keep her family safe in the face of overwhelming odds.

As Y/N summoned the vines with her chlorokinesis, her focus shifted solely to protecting Alcina and the girls from the imminent threat of Ethan Winters. The tendrils of greenery twisted and coiled around Ethan, ensnaring him in a tight grip as she launched herself into the fray.

The girls and Alcina watched in stunned silence as Y/N unleashed her power, their eyes wide with astonishment at the revelation of her hidden abilities. The air crackled with energy as Y/N and Ethan clashed, each blow resonating with the weight of their opposing desires.

But despite Y/N's valiant efforts, Ethan proved to be a formidable opponent, his desperation driving him to strike out with renewed ferocity. As he delivered a final, devastating blow, piercing Y/N's abdomen with a merciless stab, a cry of anguish tore through the air.

With the last of her strength, Y/N summoned forth a vine, twisting it around Ethan's neck in a desperate bid for survival. With a sickening snap, his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, the threat he posed extinguished in an instant.

Exhausted and wounded, Y/N collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with the effort of her exertions. Alcina and the girls rushed to her side, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief as they surveyed the scene before them.

"Daniela, keep her awake!" Alcina's voice rang out, laced with urgency as she knelt beside Y/N, her hands trembling as she sought to staunch the flow of blood from her wounds.

The youngest Dimitrescu sister nodded frantically, her hands gentle as she cradled Y/N's head in her lap, her voice trembling with emotion. "Stay with us, Mămica. Please, don't leave us."

Y/N's vision blurred as she struggled to remain conscious, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she met Alcina's gaze with unyielding determination. "I'll protect you because... because I love you," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper before darkness claimed her, her body succumbing to the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With tender care, Alcina lifted Y/N into her arms, cradling her gently as she carried her to their room, the girls trailing behind in solemn silence. The journey felt endless, each step a testament to the weight of their collective worries as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.

Upon reaching their sanctuary, Alcina laid Y/N upon the bed with infinite gentleness, her touch reverent as she began to tend to her injuries. With practiced precision, she cleaned and dressed Y/N's wounds, her movements deliberate as she worked to ease her lover's pain.

The girls watched with a mixture of awe and concern, their hearts heavy with the realization of Y/N's sacrifice. As Alcina finished her ministrations, they crawled into bed beside Y/N, seeking solace in the warmth of her embrace.

Bela nestled close to Y/N's side, her touch light as a feather as she draped an arm over her, while Cassandra snuggled against her other side, her breaths soft and steady against Y/N's skin. Daniela settled in the crook of Y/N's arm, her presence a soothing balm against the ache of her injuries.

Alcina took a seat in a large chair nearby, her eyes never leaving Y/N's form as she held vigil over her beloved. With a book in hand, she settled in for the long night ahead, the pages offering little distraction from the weight of her worries.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Y/N stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of the Dimitrescu sisters gathered around her bedside, their faces radiant with relief and joy.

"Mămica, you're awake!" Daniela exclaimed, her voice filled with unrestrained delight as she threw her arms around Y/N, her embrace warm and comforting.

Bela and Cassandra echoed their sister's sentiments, their smiles bright as they showered Y/N with affectionate hugs and whispered words of gratitude.

Alcina watched from the foot of the bed, her heart swelling with love and relief at the sight of Y/N awake and alert once more. With a soft smile, she approached Y/N, her gaze tender as she spoke.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Alcina began, her voice laced with sincerity. "For what happened last night, and for the hurtful words I spoke. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make amends and to work on controlling my temper."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude at Alcina's apology, her own forgiveness offered freely as she reached out to take her lover's hand in hers. "Thank you, Alcina. I know we'll get through this together."

With the tension of the previous night lifted, the day unfolded with a sense of newfound peace and harmony. The Dimitrescu family spent the hours together, basking in the warmth of each other's company, the laughter of the girls filling the air with joy.

As they shared meals and shared stories, the bond between them grew stronger, their love for one another shining brightly amidst the shadows of their shared past. And as the day drew to a close, Y/N found solace in the embrace of her family, grateful for the second chance they had been given to cherish the moments they shared together.

[much2leite]

Why is there an entire community on tumblr that is infatuated with the same very specific group of women from Resident Evil 8 and all of Gwendoline Christie's characters?

Why them? What is going on? Are we all the same person? What have you done to me?

And many other questions.

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

Dragon!Dimitrescu in honor of RE8’s two-year anniversary. Those robes…one good gust of wind would give us a MUCH better view 👀 Feed her sweet (vicious) dragon babies, and you might make it out of the Nine Circles with a very loud shoulder pet. Tap for better quality

[cinnamanz]

# ONLY ON CAMERA — chapter forty-five!

when katseye's main dancer daniela avanzini accidentally throws shade at chart-topping singer y/n l/n on an interview, the internet erupts in chaos. with y/n already in hot waters with the press over her latest scandal, both their pr teams scramble for damage control. the solution? a 'picture-perfect' fake relationship to turn the headlines in their favor.

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[alxndryngs]

A Day Off

A/N: Since I am in desperate need of comfort/fluff, I came up with this. Enjoy!

———

Alcina’s favourite maid has a bad day.

———

Alcina, sitting in her atelier, was focused on her newest art piece. She only recently had gotten back into painting, and upon her new oil paints arriving, she had pushed work aside for once and hid away in her art room.

She even asked for her daughters to stay by themselves for the day, and put Bela in charge. Alcina wanted to dedicate herself to the work in process fully, without distractions.

The smell of fresh paint and sounds of birds chirping outside had fully consumed her, and hours passed without her noticing.

It was only when the feeling of hunger clawed at her throat that she noticed how much time had passed. Alcina called out, loud enough for the maids to hear.

“Yes, my lady.” Ingrid asked upon entering, her hands folded behind her back.

“Let y/n know I’m in desperate need of a glass of wine, and perhaps a small snack. She’ll know what to make me.”

Y/n had been her personal maid for almost three years at this point, having proven herself more than capable and worthy. Alcina took a liking to the girl, despite her wanting to admit it. She acted with grace, was humble and kind. Everything Alcina thought she herself was not, despite acting with grace.

The maid had left soon after, nodding before dismissal.

“Thank you, my-“ Alcina’s words ceased once her head turned and she was met by the image of Helena, and not y/n. “I asked for y/n, if I’m not mistaken.” Her tone now had a sharp edge to it, already feeling the annoyance bubbling up inside of her.

“Yes, my lady, I’m aware. But I was available, y/n isn’t feeling well today.”

Alcina paused, the paint covered brush slowly being lowered before placed down. It had surprised her that her little maid was feeling ill. In the years y/n had worked at the castle she might have fallen ill three times in total. Nothing could shake her, not even the freezing temperatures of the winter. Instead of freezing and sitting in front of her fireplace, she insisted on Alcina’s daughters receiving her firewood. ‘She didn’t need it’ she said.

“Well, send her the castle nurse. She will fix a remedy for whatever it is that is causing her to feel ill.” Alcina nodded, convinced this idea would be the solution. As the maid stood still, her mouth opening and closing to fish for an answer, Alcina snapped.

“Stop gawking at me like a dying bubble eye fish and do as I said! What am I paying you for?”

The maids mouth now stood agape in fear, and she stuttered for an answer. “I’m- my lady. I’m ever so sorry. A remedy from the nurse won’t help her. She’s just.. not feeling well mentally today.”

The maid paused, then adding in a panicked tone. “I apologise. I’m not sure if I was allowed to share that with you, Lady Dimitre-“

“I’m your employer, you’ll share with me when you last bled if I wish for you to.” Alcina growled, now standing and pushing the maid aside as she left her atelier.

As she strut through the castle, an anxious feeling overcame her. Y/n had always been collected and happy, and it seemed out of order for her to put work on hold. She had seen people die and burn because of Alcina’s wrath. People burning and screaming, being gutted, and managed to sleep like a baby. It confused Alcina.

She had slowed once entering the hallway leading towards the maidens rooms. Her heels thudded against the carpet, ceasing once having approached y/n’s room.

“Y/n?” Alcina called out, waiting for a response before gently knocking on the door with her knuckle. “Y/n, darling. I’ve heard that-“

Alcina stopped herself as the door opened. She fought the smile threatening to spread across her lips when y/n looked back at her.

“My lady.” She greeted, the same smile as always on the girls lips.

Alcina stood confused, licking her lips to moist them before pushing a smile back.

“Do you need me to wash your dress?”

Alcina’s brows furrowed “Pardon?”

“Your dress, my lady. It’s covered in paint.”

Alcina didn’t bother looking down at herself. Instead she shook her head and began to lean down, moving to step into the room as y/n stepped back to allow her to.

“I heard you were ill.” The stutter in y/n’s heart didn’t miss her. Alcina turned to look at her, waiting until she had closed the door before speaking again, her tone softer this time.

“You have always been by my side, ever since you came to Castle Dimitrescu. You’ve listened to me rant about my incompetent brother, complain over my business and daughters. You even dried my tears and blood for me. It is my turn to return the favour, my dear. Sit, and speak to me. What’s causing your little heart to beat this way?”

Alcina lowered herself onto the bed as she spoke. Y/n wasn’t sure if she had ever seen the kindness in Alcina’s eyes like there was now. It was inviting, comforting.

She obeyed, taking a seat next to her lady. It didn’t take long for the words to pool out of her, and all of a sudden, she had displayed the world to Alcina. Every single one of her concerns and problems laid splayed out before her, for her to look at and judge.

But instead, Alcina remained silent the whole time. Not once had she budged in to ask a question, even though there were multiple that burned on the tip of her tongue.

For comfort, Alcina removed the cream coloured handkerchief from her pocket. The Dimitrescu sigil was stitched into the corner.

Carefully, she had dried the maids tears. Her large hand cupped her cheek, and with the other she dried her tears.

Y/n cried, her face flush because of it and the embarrassment of crying in front of someone like Alcina. A wave of guilt overcame her for so freely unloading her problems onto Alcina.

“I’m sorry, my lady. I shouldn’t have burdened you with my problems, I-“

“Shush.” Alcina snapped, her voice immediately softening after. For a moment she hesitated, but then gently pulled her into her lap. She had to lift her slightly to her height to give her a proper hug. Alcinas gloved fingers ran through her hair, holding her close enough to feel her heartbeat against her own chest.

“Don’t ever say that. You are not a burden, or burdening me by speaking about your feelings. Your feelings are more than valid, especially in topics like the ones you have shared with me just now. I am beyond proud that you shared your concerns. It takes courage to speak up about one’s concerns. And from what I can tell, this has bothered you for a long time.”

Alcina gently peeled the maid off of her, only enough so she could look at her. Y/n had leaned on her only after moments, quietly crying into the woman’s shoulder.

Her hands cupped her small face, and Alcina spoke quietly.

“I want you to know that I always will be someone you can trust, and confine in. I’m here, and I’m listening. Do you hear me?”

A small sob bubbled out of her, and she nodded. Y/n’s eyes closed as Alcina pressed the most gentle kiss to her forehead, letting it linger enough for both of them to have time to relish in it before pulling away.

Her lips had left behind a red mark which she would make sure to remove later on. But for now, she was returning the hug y/n had given her. She had thrown her arms around the older woman, holding on tight as her walls began to fully break down and crumble beneath them both.

Alcina closed her eyes, holding her close as she swayed them from side to side. Whispering sweet nothings calmed y/n after a few minutes, and Alcina made sure to show her appreciation of the girl for the rest of the day.

“I started a new art piece.. would you like to join me in the atelier for the rest of the day?” Alcina offered with a smile which intensified upon seeing y/n smile at the suggestion.

She wondered if the girl would notice that it was her Alcina was painting. Taking a stroll through the Dimitrescu garden at midnight, the moon shining down on her.

[danisluvv]

Brilliant | d.avanzini

Pairing: idol!fem!reader x Daniela avanzini

Warnings: not proofread so excuse any grammatical mistakes:)

Part 1

Staring up at the ceiling, you let out a deep sigh of exhaustion, "yn, get up from the floor, you're gonna catch a cold."

Karina tried to scold you from her position on the couch, but she didn't have enough energy to say it strictly.

"I can't, my legs are so wobbly, I'll fall back down again," ningning snorted, but nodded in understanding nevertheless.

"Guys, you have an hour left for practice, get it over quickly so you can go to the dorm early," all of you groaned at that, you were so tired you felt like passing out.

"An hour?! We've been here for like what, seven already?!" Winter whined, coming over to your sprawled out form on the floor to lay on top of you.

"Minjeong get off," you said, annoyed, "I already can't breath, and you're making it worse."

"Come on, I'm comfortable."

"Guys, I'm being serious," your manager cleared her throat, "get back to practice, i'll go grab you dinner and when I'm back, we can go."

"That's like only fifteen more minutes of practice," ningning looked at her confused.

"Well, you can do a full hour, it's up to you," the manager raised her eyebrow, like she already knew the answer.

"Ningning, shut your mouth on your own, or I'll make you," you yelled, making your manager chuckle as she shook her head and walked out the door.

"Okay, let's get this over with so we can go home," Karina clapped her hands, signalling you to get up.

There were few protests from you all, but what can you do? Karina is the leader after all.

-

"Home sweet home!" Aeri shouted as she dashed towards her room.

"By the way, I told Rina already, I'm showering first," your statement made ningning and winter roll their eyes but they nodded nevertheless.

"Go, I'm so tired I can't even shower for like a half an hour."

"Ew, that's nasty, cuz you stink," winter laughed, Karina chuckled and ningning ran after you with her water bottle, but thankfully you got into your room and closed the door.

-

@/daniela_avanzini

Heyy, did your practice end already??

-

You smiled at the notification, deciding to answer it after you took a shower.

-

Me:

Yes, it ended, sorry couldn't answer you, I was showering:)

Daniela:

It's okay, sooo is the plan still on..?

Me:

What plan?

Daniela:

You know THE plan? Tomorrow?

Me:

Sorry, doesn't ring a bell

Daniela:

Fine. You win.

Me:

Huh?

Daniela:

Our date tomorrow? Is it still on?

Me:

Ohhhh, the date, of course it's still on! You told me you knew a great ramen restaurant!!

Daniela:

You just want it to be called a date by me, right??!!

Me:

I don't know what you're talking about;)

-

Daniela smiled as she shut off her phone, tossing it to the end of the bed, "ugh, she's so frustrating."

"Who's frustrating?" Daniela quickly stopped smiling as Manon walked into the room, "is it yn again?"

"What?" She looked taken aback, "no, no, I just, I was, I was watching a movie, so."

Manon looked at Danielas phone, Daniela also looked at her phone and quickly went to get it, but Manon was faster than her and quickly snatched it off of the bed.

"Let's, check," Manon smiled sheepishly, "here it is, yn."

"Manon, stop, that's an invasion of my personal space!" Daniela tried to reason with her, but it was no use, the brunette had already opened their chat and let out a huge gasp.

"A date?! You're going on a date with yn and you didn't tell us?!"

"Who's going on a date?" Yoonchae questioned as she walked into the room.

"She is-" Daniela quickly jumped on Manons back, covering her mouth with her palm.

"Isn't! She meant isn't!" It was to late, yoonchae had already ran to the living room to spread the news of Danielas alleged 'date'.

"Thanks, Manon," the girl sent Daniela a flying kiss and motioned her to come to the direction where yoonchae just ran.

-

You tapped your foot impatiently, looking around for any sight of the Latina girl, you were waiting at the ramen place Daniela told you she'd meet you at, but yet, she was nowhere to be seen.

You checked the time, 21:43 p.m.

Did you get there too early? Well, the date was at ten, but you still decides to get there early incase Daniela decided to do the same.

And, it seemed like she did, because there she was in all her glory, walking through the ramen place searching for a table to sit at, when her eyes landed on you.

"And I thought I'd get here earlier than you," she chuckled as she walked over and sat down on the seat opposite you.

"Well, guess I'm just faster than you," you sent her a wink and she rolled her eyes.

"Shall we order?" She started flipping through the menu, avoiding the eye contact as she did so.

"Woah, no hey, hello, how are you?" You let out dramatically, "it shows how much you want to get this date over with."

"Stop with the dramatics," she shrugged it off, "we can talk after we order our food."

"Hey, I'm older than you, show some-"

She cut you off, ignoring your shocked face, "excuse me, waiter, we're ready to order."

-

"And than she rolled down the stairs," Daniela tried to control her laugh as you finished telling her the tenth story from your life's funniest moments.

"Oh my gosh, I feel like I shouldn't be laughing right now, but I can't help it," she tried to talk between the little snorts she let out, fanning herself with her left hand.

"It's okay, I laughed at her face, so, you laughing when's she's not face planted right in front of you, is not that big of a deal," you took a sip of your drink, trying to not choke on it.

A cough broke you two out of your little world, "here's your bill," waitress put a small notebook down on the table, and walked away.

"Ok, let's pay and then I'll walk you to your dorm," you started to reach for your wallet when Danielas hand stopped you.

"Woah, woah, what are you doing?" She asked you, like it wasn't the most obvious thing on the planet.

"Um, paying..?"

"No, you're not, I'm paying," now she started to reach for her wallet.

"Daniela, let's not fight over this, let me pay, so we can pack up and leave," you tried to reason with her, but she wasn't having it.

"No, yn, I'm paying, I asked you out, and besides, you already paid for me, so let me return the favor."

"Daniela, it wasn't a favor-"

"Please, just this once, and then you can pay on our next date!"

"Wait, is this you subtly trying to tell me that you want to go on a another date with me?" You smirked and Daniela nodded firmly.

"Yes, only if you let me pay."

"Fine, do your thing, but I'm paying next time, and a few more times after that."

Daniela wanted to ask if you meant that you'd like to go on a multiple dates with her, but she ignored and called waiter over to pay.

-

"So, this is it, this is my apartment building," Daniela nodded towards the building in front of you.

"Well, then," you took a step towards her, "Daniela avanzini, I had the greatest time today, so, I'll hope to see you sometime soon, again."

"You for sure will," she giggled at your formality.

"Brilliant, see you next time."

"Aren't you going?" She asked when you didn't turn to leave.

"I am, I just want to see you get inside the elevator safely."

Daniela was thankful that it was night, so you couldn't see the faint shade of red covering her cheeks.

"Will you be safe going by feet?"

"I already called a cab, and I think it's right there," you pointed towards the car coming your direction.

"Then why did you want to walk me home?"

"Just wanted to spend more time with you," Daniela felt like she was going to explode if she stayed there any longer so she quickly waved you a goodbye and rushed inside.

You got into the cab, smiling to yourself, already planning how your next date would look like and where it would be.

A/n: here's the part two!! Hope you enjoy♡! Lmk what you think and don't forget to like, comment and reblog! Love you all♥︎

[melolord14]

For All Eternity - part 2

Here is the second part of For All Eternity. If you haven't read part one, you can find the link here. Masterlist

Part 1

Warning : angst

Alcina woke up with a massive hangover, a sensation she never thought she could experience. The pounding in her head was relentless, and she groaned as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night. She turned to the side of the bed where you usually slept, but it was cold and empty. Panic set in. Did you not come back home? Did you stay over at Donna's?

Slowly, Alcina got out of bed and looked down at herself. She was naked, and as fragments of memories started to resurface, her heart sank. No, she couldn't have. Did you know?

She glanced again at your side of the bed, picturing your small body cuddled up against her larger frame. The absence was palpable, a void that filled her with dread. Shaking her head, she knew she had to get ready for the day. She sat at her vanity mirror, staring at her reflection. Her eyes widened as she noticed the love bites scattered across her skin. How had she done that to you?

"What have I done?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with disgust and regret. She had hurt you. Did you know?

With a heavy heart, Alcina made her way down for breakfast. The moment she entered the dining room, the lively chatter of her daughters ceased, replaced by an uncomfortable silence.

"Good morning, daughters," she greeted them, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for you, but your chair was empty.

Daniela was the first to break the silence. "Mother, how could you do that to Mama?" she demanded, her voice laced with accusation. Alcina's heart sank further, her confusion evident.

"Mother, why did you do that? Mama loves you so much, you broke her heart," Cassandra added, her voice quiet and filled with sorrow. Bela watched her younger sisters, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The room was heavy with emotion, and Alcina felt the weight of her actions crushing her.

She opened her mouth to speak, to explain, but the words wouldn't come. The realization of what she had done, how deeply she had hurt you, was overwhelming. She had to find you, to make things right, but the fear of facing you, of seeing the pain in your eyes, was almost too much to bear.

Bela pulled out the letter and the ring. As soon as Alcina saw it, she knew you had heard it, you were here last night. "Here. This is from Mama. You better make it up to her," Bela said as she handed her the letter. Everyone grew quiet.

"Thank you, daughters. You are excused; you may have fun with the maids from last night... the one I was with," she said sadly. The daughters swarmed out of the room. They went off to find the maid who had hurt their mama.

Alcina went upstairs into her room. She sat at her vanity, her hands shaking. She was afraid. She opened your letter and began to read.

---

My little bugs,

I love you all so dearly. I am sorry for the way things turned out. I would've loved to marry your mother, but it seems that she doesn't want me. I know that you will give this to your mother, but it's alright. Bela, remember not to push yourself too much.

Cassandra, please know that I'll be here for you—all of you—but when I'm not, go to your sisters or mother for help when you need it. Daniela, my dear, don't get into too much trouble. Don't give your mother a hard time, my dear. I'll be watching all of you for a long time, but know that I am still with you in my heart and that I love you for eternity. Nothing will keep me from loving you.

Forever, your Mama

---

Alcina,

I know you are reading this. I gave you back my ring. I hope you find someone who will love you like I did. I wish you nothing but the best, my love. I wish that I could've called you my wife. Maybe there is still a little hope left for us—just maybe... or not.

Y/N

---

Alcina screamed as she held your letter. "Why does everything always end like this?" she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty room. Could she get you back? Maybe you were already gone. No, she could not think like this. She would fix this.

"I'm sorry, draga mea. I will fix this, I promise," she said aloud, her fist tightly around your ring. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the letter, her heart aching with a mixture of hope and despair. She knew she had to fight for you, to make things right. With a deep breath, she resolved to do whatever it took to mend the broken pieces of her heart and win you back.

It has been a week since the incident, and the lingering sense of solitude still clings to you. As you gaze down at your empty finger, once adorned with a ring, you let out a heavy sigh and allow your thoughts to drift. How could she have betrayed you like this? Why did this have to happen to you?

"Y/N, are you up? I have breakfast for you," Miranda said as she opened the door and walked in. She put the tray of food down on your nightstand, her eyes filled with concern.

"Mother, I've been thinking..." you start, your voice trembling slightly. You want the parasite. Taking the coda would mean you would live forever and you could be by Miranda's side, never having to part from her.

"I want to take the... Caduo. I want to be by your side," you finally said, your eyes pleading with her to understand.

"No," she said sternly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"But why-"

"Because it can be dangerous, I do not know the outcome of this. I will not rush losing you," she said to you with a soft but yet stern voice, her eyes softening as she looked at you.

"But I can survive, I know I can, Mother, please," you pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice.

"No, that's the end of this," she said, her voice firm. You crossed your arms and pouted at her, hoping to sway her decision.

"That'll not work on me, little one. Now get ready and eat. We have a meeting to go to," she said as she left the room, her words echoing in your mind. You started getting ready for the day, feeling a mix of frustration and determination.

After the shower, you put on the dress that was laid out on your bed before you got up. You ate breakfast quickly, the food tasting bland compared to the turmoil in your heart. Then, you took the dirty dishes and the tray downstairs to wash them, trying to keep your mind off the conversation.

"Mother, I'm ready when you are," you shouted, your voice carrying through the house.

"Good, let's get going then," Miranda replied, her voice echoing back. You followed her, still feeling a bit frustrated but knowing that she had your best interests at heart. As you walked beside her, you couldn't help but think about the future and what it might hold for both of you.

As you and Miranda approached the imposing structure of the church, its ancient stone façade loomed above you, casting long shadows in the fading light of the evening. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to vibrate through the very ground beneath your feet. You could hear the distant echo of footsteps and hushed whispers as other attendees began to gather for the meeting. The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken urgency, as if everyone presents understood that this gathering held significant weight.

Miranda, ever vigilant and protective, turned to you with a serious expression etched across her features. “Now little one,” she said softly yet firmly, “I want you to sit next to me, alright? And stay close to me.” Her voice was laced with an intensity that made it clear she would not tolerate any deviation from her directive. You nodded in agreement, feeling a mixture of comfort and anxiety wash over you. The warmth of her presence provided a sense of security amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.

As more people began to arrive, you could feel your heart rate quicken. Each new face brought with it a wave of curiosity and apprehension. Among them were figures cloaked in mystery and authority—the four lords who were expected to preside over this meeting. Yet, despite their absence at that moment, your attention was drawn elsewhere.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors creaked open, and Alcina stepped into view. She had always possessed an aura of elegance and power that commanded attention; today was no different. With her striking features framed by cascading dark hair and an outfit that accentuated her commanding presence, she entered like a queen surveying her court. It was impossible not to notice her—she had an uncanny ability to draw eyes toward her.

As Alcina scanned the room, her gaze landed on you. In that instant, time seemed to slow down; your heart raced uncontrollably as emotions surged within you—a tumultuous blend of longing and fear. Memories flooded your mind: moments shared in laughter and joy juxtaposed against those filled with pain and heartbreak. You felt an overwhelming urge to run up to her, to bridge the distance between you two with a warm embrace that would erase all doubts and fears.

But Miranda’s watchful eyes remained fixed on Alcina as well; there was no mistaking the protective stance she took beside you. She would not allow Alcina’s past transgressions against your heart to repeat themselves—not while she had any say in the matter. Miranda’s grip tightened slightly on your arm as if sensing your internal struggle.

As more figures began filtering into the church—each one adding layers of complexity to this already intricate web—you could feel a collective energy building within the space. Conversations hummed quietly around you like bees buzzing in a garden full of vibrant flowers; each word exchanged carried weight and significance.

You shifted slightly in your seat next to Miranda, trying desperately to maintain focus on what lay ahead rather than getting lost in thoughts about Alcina’s piercing gaze or what it might mean for both of you moving forward.

With every passing moment leading up to this meeting—the anticipation thickening like fog rolling over hills—you knew deep down that whatever transpired here tonight would alter everything forever.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension as the meeting finally reached its conclusion. Hours had passed, filled with discussions that ranged from strategic planning to emotional revelations. The air was heavy with anticipation, and everyone present could sense that a pivotal moment was about to unfold.

Mother Miranda stood at the forefront, her presence commanding respect and attention. Her voice broke through the murmurs as she addressed everyone gathered. “We will no longer be needing a vessel,” she declared, her tone resolute yet softened by an unexpected warmth. “I have come to realize that I can be happy with you all… and you, Y/N, you are like a daughter to me. No, you are my daughter; know that.” A small smile graced her lips, a rare display of affection that seemed to lighten the mood in the room.

With those words hanging in the air, a wave of relief washed over many of those present. The meeting had been fraught with uncertainty regarding their future roles and relationships within this complex web they had woven together. But now, it seemed there was a new beginning on the horizon—a chance for connection beyond mere obligation.

However, as people began to rise from their seats and exit the room, one figure remained still—Alcina Dimitrescu. Her towering presence loomed over the others as she approached you with purpose. Yet before she could reach you, Mother Miranda stepped forward protectively.

“Mother Miranda,” Alcina said firmly but respectfully, “may I have a word with Y/N?”

Miranda’s expression hardened slightly at Alcina’s request. “No Alcina,” she replied sternly. “After what you did to her, I simply cannot allow that.”

You felt a pang of conflict at Miranda’s words; Alcina had indeed caused you pain in the past, yet there was something about her demeanor now that intrigued you—a hint of vulnerability perhaps? You took a step forward and spoke up softly but assertively “Mother, please. Let her say what she has to.”

Miranda regarded you for a moment before relenting with an impatient sigh. “Fine,” she conceded reluctantly. “Go ahead Alcina.”

But Alcina wasn’t finished yet; her gaze shifted back to Miranda as she added earnestly, “Alone. In private. Could you please leave Mother Miranda?”

The request hung heavily in the air as both women stared each other down—two powerful figures caught in an unspoken battle of wills. You could feel your heart racing as your newfound mother glanced back at you over her shoulder for confirmation of your desire.

With a nod from you affirming your choice to speak privately with Alcina, Mother Miranda’s expression softened just slightly before she stepped aside reluctantly but resolutely.

Once alone with Alcina, an electric tension filled the space between you two—an amalgamation of past grievances and unspoken feelings swirling around like ghosts haunting an empty hall.

Alcina took a deep breath before speaking again; her voice was lower now, almost vulnerable compared to how it had been moments ago when addressing Miranda. “Y/N,” she began slowly, “I know things have been… complicated between us.” She paused for effect as if searching for the right words amidst a sea of emotions.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Alcina continued earnestly. “What happened… What I did was wrong. I hurt you. The women I love. I don’t know what came over me.im truly sorry my love” Her eyes searched yours for understanding or perhaps forgiveness—a flicker of hope igniting within them.

You felt torn; memories flooded back—the fear and pain intertwined with moments where Alcina showed glimpses of care beneath her fierce exterior. “Why did it happen then?” You asked cautiously but firmly.

Alcina sighed deeply, the weight of years and regrets pressing heavily on her shoulders. Her eyes, usually so fierce and commanding, now seemed clouded with uncertainty and sorrow. She struggled to find the right words, fearing that anything she said might only make things worse.

"I was lost," she admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Vulnerability etched itself across her features, like delicate cracks in porcelain, threatening to shatter completely under the pressure of her emotions. "I thought power would fill this void inside me," Alcina continued, her gaze shifting away momentarily as if she were ashamed or reflecting on the choices that had brought them both to this painful moment. "I'm sorry, my love."

You stared at her, your heart aching with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "Sometimes a sorry doesn't work, Lady Dimitrescu," you replied, your voice calm but laced with a deep hurt. "You have hurt me in more than one way. I thought you loved me, Alcina. Did I do something wrong for you to fuck that maid? Did I not love you enough?"

Alcina's eyes filled with tears, her usually unshakeable demeanor crumbling before your eyes. "No, you did nothing wrong," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It was my own weakness, my own insecurities that led me astray. I thought that by exerting power, I could fill the emptiness inside me. But I was wrong, and I hurt the one person who means the most to me."

You shook your head, feeling the sting of betrayal all over again. "I think you should leave, Alcina," you said, turning on your heels and starting to walk away from her, each step feeling like a small victory over the pain she had caused.

"Please, Y/N," Alcina's voice broke through your resolve, stopping you in your tracks. "Come home. I'll do anything for your forgiveness. For your trust. For your love. I'll do anything, please come back home and give me this chance to make things right."

Her desperate plea made you pause, your heart torn between the love you once felt and the pain of her betrayal. You turned to face her, seeing the sincerity and desperation in her eyes. "I'll do anything," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

You stared at her for a long moment, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words and lingering hurt. Finally, you let out a sigh, feeling the exhaustion of your inner turmoil. "Fine," you agreed reluctantly, deciding to go back to the castle with her. "Don't make me regret this," you warned, your voice tinged with a mix of caution and vulnerability.

As you walked away to find Miranda, your mind raced with conflicting emotions, unsure of what the future held for you and Alcina. The path ahead was uncertain, but for now, you had chosen to give her one last chance.

"Mother, there's something important I need to tell you," you say as you nervously stand in front of her.

"What is it, Y/N?" she asks, giving you a curious look and glancing toward Alcina.

You take a deep breath, knowing that she might not react well to what you're about to say. "I've made a decision. I'm going back to the castle," you finally admit, watching as confusion crosses her face.

"No," she responds firmly.

"I'm sure about this, please," you plead with her, hoping she'll understand.

"Are you sure about this, little one?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of concern and hesitation. Her eyes darted from you to Alcina, lingering on the imposing figure behind you. The tension in the air was palpable, a heavy cloak of uncertainty and unresolved emotions.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your decision pressing down on you. "Yes, Mother," you replied, your voice steady but tinged with underlying doubt. "I know it's not going to be easy, and I know there are risks. But I need to give her one more chance. I need to see if there's still something worth saving."

Your mother's gaze softened, her expression shifting from worry to a reluctant understanding. "I see," she said quietly, her eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that words couldn't fully capture. "Just promise me you'll be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt again."

"I promise," you said, trying to reassure her as much as yourself. You turned to Alcina, who was watching the exchange with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "Let's go," you said to her, your voice firm but gentle.

As you walked away with Alcina, you felt a complex swirl of emotions—hope, fear, and cautious optimism. The path ahead was uncertain, but you were determined to face it, one step at a time.

You walked alongside Alcina as she led the way back to her carriage. She kindly offered to help you into the carriage, but you declined her assistance. She let out a heavy sigh as she closed the door after you, and the carriage began its journey to Castle Dimitrescu.

As the carriage rolled along, Alcina couldn't help but yearn to hold you close. She knew it was her fault that she had lost you. Not being able to embrace you, caress you, or even kiss you was her self-imposed punishment.

Sensing her intense gaze on you, you met her eyes with a curious expression. Upon closer observation, you noticed the weariness in her eyes and the fatigue evident in her appearance. Her restless hand fidgeted with her dress, seemingly struggling to contain the desire to touch you.

Upon arriving at the castle, you marveled at its magnificence. Though the castle had always been breathtaking, Alcina's presence surpassed its beauty, resembling a true goddess. A smile touched your lips at the mere thought.

As you stepped into the castle, the delightful sound of buzzing filled the air. Within moments, you found yourself enveloped in the warm embrace of the awaiting residents, eager to welcome you back.

"Mama, you're back!" the three of them exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with joy and relief.

"I'm back, my little bugs," you said, smiling warmly at them. "Now please, let go of me. I can't breathe!" You chuckled as their tight embrace loosened, allowing you to take a deep breath.

The girls reluctantly stepped back, their eyes still shining with happiness. "We missed you so much, Mama," one of them said, her voice tinged with emotion.

"I missed you too, my darlings," you replied, brushing a gentle hand over each of their heads. "But I'm here now, and we have plenty of time to catch up."

Just then, Alcina stepped forward, her tall figure casting a shadow over the room. "Y/N, I... can we talk?" she asked, her voice conveying urgency.

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the moment. "Off you go, girls," you told them gently. "We'll spend time together later. Right now, I need to have a conversation with your mother."

The girls pouted but obeyed, each planting a quick kiss on your cheeks before scampering off. "We'll be waiting, Mama!" they called out as they disappeared down the hallway.

You turned to Alcina, your expression serious but open. "What is it, Alcina?" you asked, your voice steady. "What do we need to talk about?"

Alcina took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. "It's about us, Y/N. About everything that's happened and what comes next."

You nodded, feeling the weight of the conversation ahead. "Alright," you said softly. "Let's talk."

Sorry y’all. I’m leaving you on a cliffhanger.

[vicky-0933]

Masterlist

I don’t know how many stories I will do, but I might do smut, and I can do requests too, let’s see how this goes. I’ll try to figure something out.

Here is what I will write

* Dom/Sub

* Age gap

* BDSM

* Knife play

* Cuckholding

* CNC

* Voyerism

* Breeding kink

* Edging

* First time

There are some things I won’t write, but I will figure out more as I go along.

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Lilia Calderu

Lilia X Female Reader

Found you

You made me found love

Flower girl

Dimitrescu Family

Lady D

Muzzled One

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Bela Dimitrescu

Keep yourself safe

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Cassandra Dimitrescu

Give her the box

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Daniela Dimitrescu

The Painter

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Donna Beneviento

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Mother Miranda

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Mia Winters

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Smosh

Amanda Lehan-Canto

My Baby

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Angela Giarratana

Wake up babe

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Amangela

Who are going to chose?

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Sneak peek!!

1. Lilia

2. Lilia

3. Smosh

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⤷ wish that i could !

yn, a part-time barista, and daniela, a busy university student, have never crossed paths despite frequenting the same cafe. their schedules have always kept them apart--until finals season at ADMU forces daniela to adjust her routine. as late-night study sessions and caffeine cravings bring her to yn's shift.

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