#fly girl (dimitrescu daughters)

[anodeorain]

Accident.

Alcina Dimitrescu x Y/N maid.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, smut, oral sex, fingering

Summary: smutty smut 💦💦

Notes: let me know what you think, please :)

Word count: 2277

“Quick, Y/N. The Lady is waiting.”

It is dinner time and today is your turn to bring Dimitrescu’s family the food. You can feel your palms sweat and you wipe your palms against your apron. Taking a deep breath you grab the tray, that is quiet heavy, walking into the dining room.

Three sisters and Lady Dimitrescu herself sits at the table, waiting for your appearance. Sisters as always start whisper to one another, giggling. Lady Dimitrescu sits patiently, not making any noises.

“Oops!”

Cassandra materializes by your side, tripping you up.

You crash on the floor, shutting your eyes closed as you hear the sound of breaking plates. The tray slides away from you. Everything happened in complete silence. Seemed like your fail was heard through the whole castle.

The sisters burst into laughing, holding their stomachs. Lady Dimitrescu now holds the bridge of her nose, sitting with closed eyes.

You slowly get up, wiping your hands. Three sisters keep laughing at you, making you feel even more embarrassed. How rude. They never miss a chance to make fun of someone.

“Quiet now!”

Lady Dimitrescu shouts.

“But Mother!”

Bela resists, pouting.

“I said my word. Shut it.”

Lady Dimitrescu seems to boil up. Her fists clench and she takes a deep breath before getting up, pushing her chair back. It creaks loudly and she looks down at you. Her eyes shine bright yellow as she cleans her throat.

“Clean the mess, gauche. Make sure the floor is clean, too. Ugh.”

Alcina throws her hands up, her face expression shows disgust. She then kneels before you, holding her dress hem. She leans closer, places her index finger and her thumb on your chin, making you look into her eyes.

“Naughty girl… At my place by 4pm. Prepare yourself.”

She whispers. You look at her with fear in your eyes and nod. Lady Dimitrescu gets up, elegantly kicks the plate with her foot and leaves the dining room. Her daughters fly to you, still laughing hard. They all lean closer, surrounding you. They touch your body and hair, hissing.

“Oh, someone’s gonna get punished!”

“Aha! Mother won’t take pity!”

“You’ll get destroyed, Y/N! Such a loss… You’re so cute!”

They once again burst into laughing and vanish really quick after, leaving you alone with a mess. You collect every broken piece of plates and scattered food. You head off back to the kitchen. As soon as you get there you meet a mistress of maids. She straightaway pushes you against the wall and you drop the tray.

“The hell you arranged there?! Are you out of your mind?!”

She hisses at you, looks directly into your eyes. You stand quiet, feeling guilty even though everything that has happened wasn’t your fault.

«Did you swallow your tongue, Y/N? She’ll murder you!”

The mistress still shouts and then backs away from you. She breathes heavily, crossing her arms on her chest.

“It was Cassandra’s fault. She-“

“Hush you now! Go clean yourself, you brat.”

She spits and you nod, leaving to your room. You change your clothes and sit on your bed, sighing. Why Cassandra did it on propose?

*****

Lady Dimitrescu meets you right in the door way as she walks out of her chamber. She smirks, changing her route, grabbing your arm harshly and pulling you inside her room, shutting the door behind her back.

You look around the room. It is dim lighted with candles around the perimeter. You notice a king-sized bed with lots of pillows on top of it. Lots of bookshelves with quiet… interesting books. You gasp when you hear Alcina’s voice from behind your back. She is so close to your ear that you can feel her cold breath on your skin which makes you shiver.

“Now now… What are we going to do with you, little one?”

She grins, crunches her nose as she takes her long cigarette holder. Alcina sits at her vanity, crossing her legs. She faces you and takes off her hat, putting it aside. You’ve never seen her without her accessory and she looks… gorgeous even without it.

“Come.”

She says strictly, her voice is cold. You tremble from the way she talks to you and steps closer slowly, looking under your feet.

“I’m not going to wait forever. Faster.”

She sighs.

You walk closer to her and now stand by Lady Dimitrescu’s side, waiting for her next request. She places her hand on your waist, gently pulling you on her lap. You could feel the scent of cigarettes and her sweet perfume mixed together. You smile to yourself but your smile quickly fades away as she speaks again.

“Did you wash the floor after what you’ve done?”

Alcina asks, brushing your hair behind your ear. She takes off her gloves, putting them on the vanity.

You sit like that for a while. Lady Dimitrescu holds you close to her, gently running her hands through your hair. It tickles your neck but you can’t move.

“Tell me, Y/N…”

She whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“…What do you expect from your… punishment?”

“I have no clue, ma’am. I guess you’re the one to decide.”

Your reply makes her giggle.

“How sweet.”

Alcina gets up, placing you back on the floor. She walks over to sit on the edge of her bed, pulling her long white dress up to her hips. You couldn’t help yourself but stare at her long pale legs. She looks like she’s a statue made out of porcelain. Surely, she notices your gaze and smirks.

“Don’t be shy, darling.”

She pats her lap.

You come closer to her and she helps you to bend over her lap, your back faces her eyes now. She runs her hand up your inner thigh, gently caressing your soft skin. Alcina pulls up your dress, now facing your bare rear.

‘How beautiful…’ She thinks to herself.

Smack.

Smack.

One more time.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N.”

You stay quiet with closed eyes. Your ass cheeks burn so hard from her hand.

Another smack.

“I can’t hear you, love.”

Lady Dimitrescu chuckles, stroking your lower back. Her hands are cold and you tremble.

“I wanna hear you beg, little mouse… Don’t disappoint me.”

She whispers in seductive voice against your ear and slaps your butt again. You squeak and she sighs in relief.

“Ahhhh, here we are.”

Alcina slaps you again, now squeezing your rear hard in her huge palm. You let out a quiet moan which makes her grin more. She caresses your ass cheeks, gently spreading your legs apart.

“Hush now, dear…”

Her voice is soothing as she smiles at you. You can’t see her face but you know that hungry look. Alcina run her hand up from underneath your knee to your dripping core, making you whimper. You would be a liar if you say you don’t like it.

“My… What do we have here?”

She murmurs, stroking your core through your soaked panties, giving more attention to your clitoris. She moves your panties aside, gently spreading your folds with her fingers which are coated with your juices now. You moan. Lady Dimitrescu lets out a sigh of pleasure, gently picking you up bridal style and throwing you on the bed. Your head hits the giant pillows and you drown in her silk bedsheets that smell like her.

The Lady crawls to you like a beast, showing off her pure white fangs with light strips of saliva dripping down from them. Her golden eyes glow in the dim lit. She watches you opening your legs, your panties completely soaked through. Lady Dimitrescu can smell the scent of yours and it turns her on even more, knowing how needy you are for her. Your chest go up and down fast as you look at the Lady.

“You’re such a dirty girl. Already dripping wet without my permission.”

She speaks through her teeth as she places her hands underneath your lower back, pulling your hips up in the air. You place your feet on her shoulders for stability and she smirks.

“I… Can’t control it, ma’am…”

You whisper and she bites your ankle, licking few drops of blood off your skin. She lets out a quiet moan at your sweet taste before looking at you.

“Mistress from now on.”

You nod slightly at her before Alcina leans closer, pressing her lips against your wet panties. Within a second she rips them apart, staring at your labia. She holds you up in the air with one hand, the other travels down your inner thigh, gently stretching your core with only one finger.

“So tight.”

She murmurs, smirking, earning a loud moan from you.

You feel your body tremble and you gasp as she slowly slides her finger in and out of you. Her fingers were big enough. Alcina moves her finger inside you, touching your most sensitive parts. You moan, arching your back.

“Easy now, little one. We don’t want you to fall, do we?”

Lady Dimitrescu chuckles and leans down, covering your clitoris with her mouth. She licks your dripping core along with her finger moving a bit faster. She moves it in and out again and again, making you moan more. Every stroke sends electricity down your body.

Your sweet sounds are a treat for Alcina’s ears.

Alcina gently places you down on the bed, keeping her finger in you.

“M-mistress…”

You moan.

“Yes, love?”

“Fuck me harder, please…”

You can’t take it anymore. You feel your muscles tightens around Lady Dimitrescu’s finger and she moans herself quietly, taking you by surprise. You open your eyes to look at her. She notices it and slowly, deliberately pulls her finger out before roughly sliding it back inside your cunt, making you scream. It doesn’t hurt due to enough amount of lubricant. She keeps her eyes on you, taking every second of your pleasure. Juices drip down your thighs as you got close to your orgasm.

“Mistress, yes!”

“Louder!”

“Mistress, yes, please!”

She makes few last rough thrusts before you cum all over her finger and palm. She puts her finger in your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

“Make sure it’s clean, Y/N.”

She bends over to you, watching you sucking on her finger and palm. You gasp at your taste and Alcina smirks, licking her lips before smashing them onto yours. Without a second’s hesitation she slides her tongue inside your mouth, making you moan. She lets out a loud moan, too, wrapping her leg around yours. She presses her core against your lap, making you feel how wet she is because of you.

“M-mistress… Let me please you back…”

You mumble between your kisses as you kiss passionately. Alcina pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes.

“Let’s see what you can do with this little mouth of yours.”

She groans, carefully kneeling in front of you, her back facing you.

“Mind helping me?”

She asks as she shows at the buttons on her back. You nod, sitting up to help her get undressed. As soon as you unbutton her white dress, it slips down her shoulders and she turns around to face you, showing off her squishy breasts covered with black lace bra.

You put your hand on her waist, gently squeezing it, making Lady Dimitrescu moan softly.

“Harder.”

She commands and you did as she asked. Your hands trailing down her curves, touching her lace panties. She bites her lip hard, watching you.

“Let me help you, Y/N.”

She cuts off her own panties with her claw and you gasp, backing up a little but she hushes you with her hand on your cheek, caressing it. You look up into her eyes, nodding before laying down. Alcina crawls closer, placing her knees on both sides of your head. You face her dripping cunt and let out a quiet moan, sticking out your tongue and licking off her sweet juices. Alcina moans, tilting her head back.

“Good girl.”

She groans, slightly arching her back and bucking her hips at your mouth. She keeps her mouth opened as she breathes through it. You lick her again, now swirling your tongue around her hard pinkish clitoris. She moans louder this time, slowly thrusting her hips forward and back, riding your tongue.

“You alright down there?”

Lady Dimitrescu asks, making sure you got some of the air and she doesn’t press too hard on you. You moan, slightly pulling away to speak.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She nods, smirking at you as you spread her folds apart, stroking your tongue down to her wetnesses, moving your finger in. She moans once again, placing her hand into your hair, tightening her grip as she keeps your head steady. Alcina buckles her hips, making herself get close to orgasm. Her legs tremble and you’re scared that she’ll eventually fall down on you and smash you dead. Lady Dimitrescu helps herself with moving her weight on her arms that are places on the back of the bed now.

You want to reach for her breasts but they still covered with bra. You let out a sad squeak which makes Lady Dimitrescu look down on you. She notices your gaze and pulls down her lace bra, exposing her pinkish hard nipples. You moan against her core, sending vibrations, making her body shake as she cums hard into your mouth. You make sure you drink every drop of her juices and wipe your mouth with your wrist.

“Such a good girl… You make mommy feel good. I better keep you to myself.”

She smiles widely at you, pulling you closer into a tight hug.

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𝙎𝙞𝙭 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨

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(Alcina Dimitrescu and Larissa Weems Have A Conversation) (Flirty; Gay Panic; Potential Romance?) (L.W.’s POV) (Lady D is slightly OOC)

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“Thank you again, Principal Weems, for accepting my daughters. I understand you had to pull a few strings, and for that I am eternally grateful. Let’s just hope they don’t give you any issues, hm?” And a glass of red wine is then brought up to burgundy lips; prompting a hum, a sip, and finally a slow lick along white teeth.

Larissa allows herself to watch, entranced for but a moment, before she’s clearing her throat and giving the woman a polite smile.

“It was no trouble at all, Ms. Dimitrescu. And I’m sure the girls will have plenty of opportunities to flourish. I’m only glad you came before the semester started- otherwise it would have been cutting it finely,” she mused, maintaining a professional tone as best she could while her clasped hands trembled within her lap.

Something about the woman on the other side of her desk, sitting in a chair much too small, was setting Larissa on edge. Aside from the obvious prestige of her name and status, the very displacement- the shift of air- that happened when she walked into a room was astounding. The Principal felt it earlier, only in passing and for a moment, before the three rascals that accompanied her stole most of the attention away.

But here, in the flickering light of the fire and the darkness of the evening, it’s just her and Alcina Dimitrescu. Mother of three, esteemed vintner and business owner, royalty to some extent, and ex jazz musician. Larissa has some of her records in her quarters, but she won’t tell her that. Maybe one day, if they grow closer, but such thoughts are merely the wishes of a lonely woman. Desires with no basis and dreams with no end. Alcina Dimitrescu is exactly her type, yes, and she enjoys her wine, yes, and she finds her marvelously beautiful, yes, but that doesn’t matter. She has to maintain professionalism. She cannot allow the woman to see the effect she has (even though the constant smirk she wears tells Larissa that she most definitely already knows).

“Oh you have no idea how lucky I feel,” comes the deep purr of her tone. “The girls had been bugging me about Nevermore for ages. Only about a month ago did I actually start my research. And I’m glad I did.” Larissa certainly isn’t hallucinating then as sharp grey eyes slowly travel over her upper body. Roaming from her broad shoulders to her bust.

The room suddenly feels very warm. And her dress feels very restricting. But she ignores it.

Professional, professional, professional.

Even though there is nothing professional about Alcina Dimitrescu’s disposition. Oh no. The only thing that exists there is pure desire. Like the deep passionate idea of sex everyone has in their minds - except in the form of a human being. Or a… well she isn’t actually sure what she is. To the average person, at first glance, they may just assume she’s a well put-together tall woman - but Larissa is not a naive, simple woman. She has grown up around outcasts. Give her a test about outcast history, behavior, types, culture, origins, and she will pass with flying colors. Keen eyes notice the signs, the appearance, the behavior, and the things they do to cover it all up.

Like the skin.

It’s beautiful skin. Flawless skin. But painted white, when it’s actually grey. She can see it slightly- so slightly- beneath the makeup near her temple. Where beautiful bouncy black curls meet a pale forehead. She can see the smallest patch of grey. Gargoyle, is her first thought. But when she sees the teeth- stark white and normal, aside from the knife-sharp cuspids that shine in the firelight- she thinks Vampire. But then the hands… She was wearing gloves, but at some point had discarded them into her purse and is now lounging in the chair, holding her wine glass in such a delicate way that Larissa begins to envy the fucking thing. Light skin fades from the huge space of a feminine palm into the dark as midnight color of long slim fingers. They cradle the belly of the glass with a gentle touch - and Larissa catches sight of the nails. Painted black. Sharper than the average ‘accessory’. Like they’re… meant to be dangerous.

She doesn’t say anything about it though. Gargoyle, Vampire, whatever other creature, she would never ask them what their ‘type’ is. For adults with such peculiarities, it’s just not common to do so. Not to mention she’s the Principal of Nevermore Academy - and must set a good example.

…Even though there are no children present… and she is morbidly curious.

Doesn’t matter!

Nope. Not at all.

The beauty, the aura, the mystique of the woman before her will just have to remain a mystery. Even if Larissa has never seen a creature so sublime. With that silky dark hair… and those finely arched brows… and those red lips… and that soft jaw that can become oh so sharp with just a small tense of the muscles… and that nose… and those lashes… and those eyes. They swallow her whole. If she thinks she herself is intimidating, she’s wrong. Because Alcina Dimitrescu is waist-deep in the very meaning. With her sharp, easy languid smile. And her matured laugh lines. And her deep chuckles. And her stature. Broad-shouldered, muscular, with a very curvaceous and blessed figure, soft belly, and long legs. Long legs. Long fucking legs.

When she opened the door, Larissa nearly fainted.

Students and adults alike have a difficult enough job meeting her eyes. A woman standing at 6’3”, about 6’4” in kitten heels, is a thing to marvel at in the outcast and normie worlds. But the implications and awe of it all just astounds her. There are plenty of tall women in existence! Alcina Dimitrescu being one of them. Standing at 6’9”. Probably taller in the stilettos she’s wearing. 6 entire inches between them. She’s never met someone so… big. She had to control her reaction immediately, lest she be forever viewed as one of those people that can’t help but ogle. And how embarrassing that would be.

Even though there’s. Six. Inches. In. Difference.

It’s like they’re on opposite sides of the spectrum. Larissa is tall, but modest about it. She wears a low heel, she gives herself an everyday any-event style of makeup, she wears a light floral perfume, she keeps her hair short and pinned up, she stays neat and she wears work-appropriate dresses and she is still perfectly fashion forward. But ‘Ms. Dimitrescu’ is a different story. Is a bold story. Is an intoxicating story. She wears a high heel, and gives herself dark eyes, accentuates the god-given lashes, paints her lips blood red; and she wears a smoky roll-on scent that smells like spice and jasmine and white musk, and she keeps her short dark hair pulled into a tight 1950’s messy pin-curl kind of look, and she stays perfect while wearing tight grey button downs tucked into high waisted slacks. A feminine type of power suit that isn’t a power suit at all but still commands a room simply because she was just born that way.

It’s infuriatingly distracting.

Larissa has to look down at her lap so she can conjure up a proper response for the woman in front of her - who is still staring.

I think she has a habit, the Principal thinks to herself.

“As am I,” she coughs out, despising the telling husk to her words. “We are always looking for new outcasts at Nevermore. It helps us grow as a school, as a population, as a place of freedom and excitement. Do you know the estimated time of your daughters’ stay?” It wasn’t settled upon before - and Larissa needs something to distract her from the small appreciative sips Ms. Dimitrescu takes from her wine.

“That’s a very good question, Principal,” and a playful tinge slips into that naturally gorgeous expression, “Can they stay with you forever? Lord knows Mother needs a break.” And then she winks, and her red lips part into a smile, and then she takes her eyes elsewhere while Larissa quickly shifts her skin from a burning pink back into the natural peachy pale.

All she can think to do is let out a forced laugh paired with (what she hopes is) a smooth smile.

“As much as I wish they could,” Larissa breathes and puts her hands from her lap back onto the surface of the desk, “that is unfortunately unrealistic. Certain students do have that opportunity, yes, but we always encourage the young ones to get out a bit and see the world. It’s scary at first, but we also tell them that Nevermore will always be here. Should they want to come back, of course.” Is she rambling? Maybe. But her company doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seems quite interested. Very interested.

Staring into her bloody soul like she’s been doing since day one. Larissa’s half tempted to ask her if there’s something wrong, but she figures it’s just the way the woman is. Intense.

“I see. Well. I suppose for now, the girls will stay for the standard four years - and if there’s more to discuss down the line, we will simply cross that bridge when we come to it. Does that sound amenable to you, Principal?” Ms. Dimitrescu tilts her head, still carrying an air of arrogant amusement as she strings Larissa along.

“It sounds perfect, yes,” and if her voice dips a little in the middle of her sentence then so what?

Ms. Dimitrescu seems to enjoy it as a slow grin spreads across her cheeks. Deepening her beautiful laugh lines while she smiles with all teeth. It’s nearly embarrassing how quickly Larissa’s eyes snap to the large canines. She’s explored vampiric anatomy before - in her Nevermore days - but this is something different. This woman doesn’t seem like anything she’s seen before, and only a person with an inquisitive mind can’t help but desire more. More like a feel, maybe. Like a touch. The brush of one finger pad along the very sharp tip of one tooth. Or the flick of a sensitive tongue. Or the feeling of them skating along her neck. Or-

“Do you mind if I smoke?”

Larissa blinks.

What?

Before she can say anything, and disagree, and tell her she most certainly does mind, the woman somehow already has a quellazaire tucked between her fingers. The wine glass now sits on the desk, on a coaster, and the lit end of a cigarette is already sparkling with the glow of burning embers. It’s brought up to red lips. Pressed and held. Then taken away while the taller woman slowly tips her head back and releases a deep chest-shaking groan. The smoke curls into the air like fingers around a woman’s waist, and Larissa is utterly speechless.

“I- uh-”

That beautiful head lifts itself, and she quickly notices the challenge weaseling around through the other woman’s gaze. A veil of smoke now separates them. But that doesn’t stop her from sniffing and licking her lips and adjusting herself in her seat - right before she sets down the law.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t do that Ms. Dimitrescu. This is still a public building, a school no less, and we want to set a good example for the students.” She silently congratulates herself on her courage. Right before it’s tugged away.

“Oh?” The other woman straightens up, her back arching in a way that makes Larissa wish she could skate her fingers along the beautiful curve it makes. “I wasn’t aware there were students present. Are you somehow able to see things I’m not, Principal Weems?”

It’s a small shot of playful mockery that makes her heart rate speed up- and for a second there she thinks she sees grey eyes shooting down to her chest, like she can hear the change in rhythm, before quickly meeting her gaze again.

Larissa plasters on her most obviously placating smile while she tilts her head. If there’s one thing that pisses her off, it’s a blatant disregard for respect. Alcina Dimitrescu may be older, and more prestigious, but this is Larissa Weems’s turf. One must bow to the king they visit.

“No, Ms. Dimitrescu, unfortunately I haven’t been gifted with that particular ability,” she speaks as clearly as she can, letting the passive aggression in her words flow out from behind smiling white teeth. “But I do know that I’m not fond of inhaling second-hand smoke. And should a student walk in at this hour, I can’t imagine they’d appreciate the assault on the senses either.” Her eyebrows quirk up, silently daring the woman to fight back. Just see what happens.

But her show of authority doesn’t anger Ms. Dimitrescu in the way she thought it would. It, instead, just makes her red lips twitch while she takes her second and last inhale - before taking the cigarette out of its long holder and… burning it. Twisting it to ash. On the sensitive skin of her hand. Between the knuckles of her index and middle fingers. Creating a slow circle. Smushing it to a weird tobacco-y pulp.

Larissa’s lips part in shock.

When the ruined cigarette is pulled away, not even a mark is left. Just a small smudge of ash that Ms. Dimitrescu wipes off with her thumb.

So certainly not human. And not a Gargoyle. And not a Vampire.

She swallows, unable to speak a single word while the woman puts her quellazaire away and stands up to her full height - towering over the desk for a moment - before she’s turning around and strutting over to the fireplace. Her hips sway as she goes, and her hair bounces lightly against the base of her neck, and the mixed smell of her spiced perfume and cigarette smoke floats into Larissa’s eager lungs and honestly, she wants nothing more than to trail after her and put her hands on those strong shoulders and push her onto the sofa and demand that this woman tell her who she thinks she is. Walking around her office as if she owns the place. Pouring hubris and carrying the kind of confidence only a rich woman can have… Like Larissa isn’t doing her a favor. Like Larissa didn’t have to bargain with the board to allow the Dimitrescu children into Nevermore. Homeschooled girls with the kind of peculiarities that can only stem from faraway villages; rough in their play and sharp in their minds. Just like their mother. Whose wine every single board member drinks.

Whose wine Larissa drinks.

But that’s also something she won’t tell her.

The wine in Ms. Dimitrescu’s glass, anyway, is one Larissa had to pull out from her own liquor cabinet; after she offered a drink to the other woman, thinking she knew she meant water or sparkling cider. But she didn’t. Or she didn’t care. And once she put the bottle and the crystal glass on the desk, she instantly took the initiative and poured herself a wonderfully hefty helping of a young Zinfandel. To a regular person, that amount of wine had in such a short period of time (their session is supposed to be 45 minutes but Larissa knows it’s run over) would definitely leave them drunk without any preamble. Of course, Ms. Dimitrescu is something distinctly inhuman, and her figure is probably quite heavy with all of that muscle… and curves… and the way her belly pushes against the waistband of her slacks ever ever so slightly… and she may have eaten earlier in the day and-

Why on Earth am I thinking about this?

Larissa has to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

A confident, slightly egotistical, insanely intelligent pretty woman steps into her office and drinks some of her wine and stares into her very being and suddenly she’s unable to control herself? She lived with Morticia Addams for nearly four years! Whatever training and self-discipline she gained from that experience has just flown out the window in the face of- of- of whatever the fuck Alcina Dimitrescu is?! No. Nonsense. Unacceptable. Her professionalism still remains. The woman can push the boundaries, but she cannot take Larissa’s dignity and jurisdiction. Even if she looks unnaturally attractive standing by the fire and lazily throwing her cigarette away into the flames.

Even if her eyes, for just a moment, flash a violent gold.

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When worlds collide !! I may do other parts of this; or little one-shots with this pairing. So let me know what you think? Thank you, darlings. - Rip x

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Day Twenty: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu + Mind Control/Body Modification

You really can't remember how you managed to get a tongue piercing. When it had happened? Where, or if the lady of the house knew about it.

It had been her daughters. Her beautifully crazy daughter had dragged you out and into the booming town of the village below the large ornate castle.

Bela, Cassandra, and Danelia all just wanted to let loose. The hot, sticky summer days gave ease to their entrapment during the freezing winter months.

They flittered and floated around the town. Bar hopping from one place to another as the day went on the looser we all got. Until we ended up at a tattoo parlor. The four of you had all gotten matching tattoos.

Little bugs that had wings to fly and a little sun to fly towards. How you managed to be the only one laying on your back. Tongue pressed between a pair of cold forceps. A quick sharp pain as the three watched you like hawks.

Just like that, you had a piece of shiny jewelry in your mouth. A ball on each side of your tongue that felt weird at first. They all cheered for you as the four of you walked out with a gleeful attitude.

You played with it in your mouth until you and the sisters arrived back at Castle Dimitrescu.

Days, weeks went by. You were really sure what your relationship with the lady of the house was. She liked you as a pet, but she yearned for you while you were gone. She saw how good you were with her naughty daughters. It was a sticky situation. Your tongue swelling went down, then it just became a part of your everyday life. The feeling of something pressed underneath your tongue, but also above it pressed into the roof of your mouth.

It wasn't until Dimitrescu had a written note sent to your bed chambers. Inside is her beautiful cursive writing, it said. "My dearest, I know that I've been ever so busy with things lately. I feel as if I haven't seen you in ages, so come to my chambers tonight. Kisses Y/n." Dimitrescu letter read.

Even just here words on the paper had your stomach twisting in knots of anticipation, and lust. Your relationship with the lady of the house wasn't conventional by any means. You had at one point been a simple maid, your job title had then been switched to a caregiver for the girls who were madly in love with someone new to play with.

From there things grew. You were once again switched from the girl's personal handmaiden to Lady Dimitrescu's personal handmaiden. Your relationship changed after that your heart burned with passion for her, and so did hers. Once again you were put into an odd place. Dimitrescu didn't want you to ever leave, but she didn't want to keep that title above your head.

You tie your robe around your waist and make your way toward her room. You barely have to knock on her bedroom door. A silky voice travels through the wooden door. "Come in." You push open the door. "Oh Bubba, you came," Alcina murmurs as she sits up on the bed.

A much larger robe wrapped around her. Her hair is out of its tight curls, and she looks warm as coaxes you over to her. "Of course, I came my lady." You said as you walked over to her.

She shook her head, "What have I said about that Bubba?" Alcina asks you. You still to this day had a hard time calling her by her name, Alcina wasn't what you had been taught to call her. My lady slipped out at least once or twice when it was the just two of you.

"I'm sorry my… Alcina." You whisper. Alcina grabs onto your cheeks, cold hands in contrast to your warm, and already blushing face. "Smile for me, Bubba." Alcina loves it whenever you smile. Wild light that explodes from your toothy grin, it goes straight through her and into her heart.

Your face breaks out into a glowing smile as you snuggle into her touch on your cheeks. Alcina just stares at you for what feels like ages. Aclina scans over your brightest features to the lines on your forehead and near your eyes. She drinks you in literally taking you in for everything you can give her from just a little ole' smile.

Then her eyes catch something. A glint, a metallic shine on some sort. Alcina doesn't think about it until the fire's light makes it shine even more. Her face contorts, and yours follows suit. "Y/n?"

Alcina never really says your name, but when she does it means she is serious. You echo her, 'Alcina?" You whisper back to her. "Open your mouth for me, Bubba." She demands of you. Her eyes go wide when you open your mouth and stick out your bedazzled tongue.

"What is this shining in your mouth?" Alcina doesn't sound mad, hell she doesn't even have an emotion on her face. You swallow as Alcina takes her cold hands off your face. "Well…" You start off. Alcina has yet to take her eyes off the rhinestone on your tongue. She watches it move as you tell her the story of the girls wanting tattoos, and how they had bet you to get a tongue piercing.

"You aren't mad are you?" You ask Alcina. Her yellow eyes flash quickly with hurt, and then she's back consoling you. "My sweetness I'd never be mad at you for something like this." Alcina reaches over her thumb grazing over your bottom lip.

You two stay like that for a few moments, before Alcina says what she's been thinking since she caught the glimmer. You see the smirk on her face, and then her words hit your ears. "You know Y/n I've always wondered what it would feel like me on." Your face goes hot with a blush.

Thinking up all the scenarios that Alcina could be talking about. "Do you wanna…" You can't get the words out. "Do I wanna what sweetness?" Alcina is ever so a minx. "I… you…" You bit your bottom lip searching for the words. "I wanna…" You don't even finish your thouhgt before your delved in. Crashing into Alcina lips.

The kiss is searing, in a hot sort of knee buckling way. Alcina wraps here long fingers around the back of your neck, and when you lick her lips for entrance into her mouth she moans. It only pushes you further. Hands burhsing up agasint soft robe fabric. "Take this off me please." Alcina begs you. You never seen, or heard Alcina so desperate for touch.

You follow her request. Stripping her of the robe, throwing it off into the room. She stands there so tall, and so bare. Her skin lights up with goosebumps as you trail your fingers up and down her curves. She moans at your light touches. "Don't tease." Alcina warns. "I'm sorry… I just like touching you is all." You murmurs as you leave a litter of kisses on your way up and down her body.

That's before Alcina picks you up and shifts the both of you towards the soft surface of the bed. She lays you ontop of her. Your own robe gives way, showing off the shorts and tank top you wear to bed.

Kissing up and down Alcina jaw and neck. She hard grips harder when you suck a little bruise on her skin where the shoulder, and neck met. You follow down her collar bone down between the valley of her breasts. Her hands shifts landing in your hair. You suck yet another bruise between her breasts. And when you look up to fancy your work. Alcina is already on the verge of bursting with lust.

You get back to work. Licking up her kiss, kissing the little but best spots for her. Everytime you lick Alcina skin she whines, and moans. "Oh fuck Y/n, you dont… oh hell you don't know" She can't get her words out.

It's not until you shimmy yourself between her large thighs, and are face to face with her dripping cunt. You take a quickl glance up at her. She yellow eyes are blown out with lust, her cheeks are red with a thick layer of blush.

"Don't make me…" You don't let alcina finish when you lick a sticky strip from her leaking hole to her clit leaving it kiss when you come up. Your hands come spreading her apart. Dripping further down onto the fresh linens. You blow cold air onto her cunt. She shivers and moans at the action.

You can't hold back anymore. You care not for rhe breathe you need as you stuff your face into her wet, dripping cunt. Everythng just feels right, and damn the encoramanet that you hear from above you have you wishing you could get some sort of relief out of it as well.

You licks around her swollen clit, and a harh hand come to tug at your hard pulling you. Using you for Alcina own plesure. You are no longer fucking her with your mouth. Rather she's fucking you with her cunt. When you do manage to slip a set of fingers into her cunt she's tight as always. Sucking you in as your pull out and push them right back in. "Oh sweet fuck!" Alcina moans out, her head is thrown back and her eyes are shut tightly as your lick her clit the rinestone tongue peicing hitting it just right.

Two fingers itching just the right spot to make Alcina vision go white with passion. Her cunt squeezes your finger tight as she moans out loudly and cums all over your face. Your face is drenched, down to your tank top.

When you come up from between Alicna thighs she's worn out unable to lift her head and take a look at you. "Alcina, did I make you squirt?" You aks your voice husky and deep. she graons and shake her head a little.

You shift moving up to lay next to the worn out lady of the house. It's silent for only a moments time. "You must know my dear that I haven't felt that good in such a long time." Alcina says as she looks over at you. She looks so content, calm for the first time in a long time. "Thank you my sweetness." Alcina murmurs. "Of course." You get up grabbing your robe, and wiping down your face before getting a wet cloth and cleaning up between Alcina thighs.

when you go to leave her chambers, a small tired voice calls you back. "Stay with me?" Alcina asks you don't dare ignore, or deny her.

Completed on: 08/01/23

Posted on: 10/20/23

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Alcina/Neko!Reader - Part II

Part I

Now that I think about, I could have cut this part in three... because this ended up being incredibly long! But whatever, enjoy it all at once, hehe.

Your presence in Castle Dimitrescu became quite the adventure.

Alcina soon discovers that as long as she was with you, you walked as a human, but if you were wandering on your own (which she clarified you were free to do because it wouldn't be fair to keep you around with nothing to do while she worked), you preferred to turn your hands and feet into paws to move as an animal since in that way, you were nimbler. And since you still weren't familiarized with the place, it was handier.

The first challenge you encounter is with Alcina's daughters.

They aren't happy with having to share their mother's attention with you and they made it fairly obvious.

Alcina never told them you were out of limits, wanting to test your abilities.

To you, she simply said that you do whatever you need to do to protect yourself. Knowing that if you managed to reach any of them or vice versa, you wouldn't cause any real damage beyond their pride.

The girls would never admit it, but they were impressed by your agility and deep down, they enjoyed and had fun with your chases.

Their worst mischief ocurrs when they lure you towards the cellar in their fly form, where they locked you into the darkness, which wasn't really a problem to you since you could see in it, making you aware that the place is filled with monsters like the one that attacked you on your arrival.

Completely ignorant to how important that room was to the lady of the castle, you jumped from barrel to barrel carelessly, kicking many of them towards the floor as you dodged the monsters to take a proper position to attack them, only noticing the spilled liquid that came from them when you slipped in a puddle but it doesn't stops you from recovering quickly to continue with the battle.

Alcina, during a break from work, tunes your heartbeat, standing in the next second when she realizes how accelerated it is, followed by a commotion.

When she finds her daughters cackling in front of the cellar's door, Alcina knows that nothing good could come from it. Growling at them to move, she heads to the cellar.

You feel proud of yourself when the lights turn on and you can witness your achievement, having got rid of the monsters on your own. However, your smile disappears when you see how discontent Alcina looks.

Despite knowing it wasn't your fault, Alcina feels the rage taking her over after watching all the wasted product. In a few long strides she reaches you, taking you by the back of your neck like a cat, lifting you up effortlessly.

You shrink into yourself, immediately reading the mood, trying to become smaller, trembling when she turns her head to you, her features twisted in anger.

It's tempting to retaliate, but despite her wrathful fog, Alcina perceives you trembling with fear, your big eyes widened with distress, shining with unshed tears. And for the first time, such image doesn't suits her well.

She takes a deep breath with closed eyes to calm a bit, and cradles you in your arms in the next second. She waits a moment in that position, trying to give you some sense of security before setting in motion without letting you go.

The girls are waiting outside, almost expectant to see some kind of drama, but Alcina pretends nothing happened, giving them the order to clean up the mess and go find new maidens to recover the losses.

In silence, she takes you to her chamber, placing you at the end of the bed, standing on the edge. You are still tense, unsure what to expect and the silence doesn't do anything to soothe your nerves.

You fidget with your tail. "My Lady, I-"

"Quiet, pet," she silences you with a soft tone. "I can't blame you for this." She holds you by the chin so you look at her. "But after this unfortunate event, I shall make clear that the cellar is now forbidden for you and my daughters' games. I will let them know about this new rule too."

You nod earnestly. "Understood, my Lady."

For a beat she remains serious but then she chuckles. "Time to get you clean, pet." You imagine a bath is coming your way, but with a gloved finger she collects some of the bloodwine in your arm and then put it in her mouth, moaning appreciatively. The sensual act makes you blush. "I can't let this go to waste."

Alcina doesn't asks for consent, at least not verbally. She keeps your eyes on your face, reading your expressions as she undresses you slowly, giving you the time to stop her.

You are not naive to not understand her intentions but you don't even consider to put a stop to it. The most time you spend with her, the most you crave from her.

Once you are naked, she leans down to lick you clean, starting on your neck and working her way down your body, avoiding any part that would make the act sexual instead of simply intimate.

Nonetheless, it makes you tremble with desire, reason why she wraps an arm around your waist when she notices your legs wobble.

Finishing with your body, she puts her free hand on your neck, her fingers on your jaw so she can move your head as it suits her as she licks the bloodwine on your face.

She takes advantage of your gasps to slid her tongue inside your mouth, brushing yours fleetingly as she press her lips against yours.

The contact barely lasts a second but it's enough to add more impact to your already stimulated body. Lightheaded, you wonder if this was some sort of punishment even when she claimed she couldn't blame you for what happened.

Chuckling at your disarranged state, Alcina takes you in her arms once again, finally taking you to the bathroom to bathe you properly.

Alcina lived in a constant state of tenderness and flusteredness because of you.

Luckily for you, her affection for you it's stronger and she only resorts to scolding you or making clear that you can't do whatever it pleases you.

Like she will once this dinner it's over.

You had been invited to join the meals of your Lady and her daughters since the very first day and today wasn't the exception but this time you did something you have never done.

You feel sleepy, due to an exhaustive chasing with the girls that lasted several hours and the food only highlighted such state.

Mother and daughters fall into conversation, Alcina happily listening to the girls' affairs.

You get off the chair, rubbing your eyes to then turn your hands and feet, sitting on your butt with bended legs on the floor next to Alcina's chair, keeping one arm extended in front of you while licking your other paw to groom yourself.

It doesn't take long to feel Alcina's hand on your head, making you push your against her hand enthusiastically.

Her ministrations aren't helpful for your sleepy state and you can only think in the comfort she provides, the warmth that would surround you if you were closer to her.

Without thinking, you hop into her lap, fleetingly nuzzling your face in her neck before lying down in a curled up position, your purring reaching every corner of the room, completely unaware of the women's reactions.

Alcina looks down at you speechless, the hand with which she had been caressing you, hovering idly.

In other circumstances ─ more precisely, in the presence of the Lords and Mother Miranda ─ she would have reacted very different, and the outcome wouldn't have been pleasing for neither of you.

Thankfully, this time she can be reckless. But a serious conversation with you is bound to happen once you wake up.

Alcina cradles your head softly, her thumb brushing one of your ears, making her smile subtly when you smile in your sleep.

Gazing up while her hand rests protectively on the side you had been hurt months ago, she finds her daughters smiling like the cat who ate the canary, and she channels her Lady Dimitrescu persona for a second. "Not a single word." Afterwards, she clears her throat, taking a sip of her wine regally and smiles softly. "Continue, sweet Bela."

You wake up hours later, Alcina's lap no longer your resting place but you are still lying in a comfortable and soft spot, and when you open your eyes, your eyes find your Lady next to you on her bed, leaning against the headboard, reading a book.

"Have you rested well, pet?" She places the book on the nightstand and the glasses she was wearing on top of the book.

You cover your face with your paws while you stretch, then yawn. "Yes, my Lady." Though you scoot towards her with the intention to fall asleep again.

A hand on your shoulder stops you, making you pout and look up with a disgruntled expression.

"There's something I need to speak with you, pet. Something important and that can't wait."

You worry, wondering what could you have done to upset your lady, your mind already overworking with possible scenarios of your dismissal.

"Easy, pet." She shifts to her side to face you, resting on her arm. "Technically, you haven't done anything wrong. But what occurred in the dinner room can't happen again."

You frown, not understanding. If you haven't done anything wrong, why it couldn't happen again?

"At least not whenever it pleases you. You have known Mother Miranda and the other Lords. I have an image to maintain in front of them."

You still remember the day as it had happened yesterday. Your Lady had told you about them before their arrival and after finding out Mother Miranda was a scientist, you wanted to go hide in a room and come out until they were gone.

Alcina warned you to behave, and it had requiere a huge effort not to react in anyway when the leader entered the castle. You were scared and wondered why you had to be there even when Alcina explained that it was better to introduce you than trying to keep a secret from Mother Miranda.

Since your experience with scientists wasn't a good one, you were expecting to be taken away to be studied even when Alcina tried to reassured you that that wouldn't happen.

And your Lady had been right. Mother Miranda had looked at your way once, scrutinizing you up and down as if she was scanning you, capable to find out right in that moment that you weren't fitting for whatever she needed, and she had let out a snort afterwards, making a mocking comment to Alcina about what a good mother she was for getting a kitten for her daughters.

It hurt your pride but she never looked your way after that time, so only for that reason you were able to let it go.

"Do you understand, pet?" There was an edge on her tone, not appreciating having to fish for a response.

"Yes, my Lady." You gazed up. "I would never do that in front of them. I would never do anything to embarrass you," you promised, wanting to be a good thing for her and not a nuisance. "But-" you trailed off, hesitating.

"Speak your mind, pet." Her words might be slightly harsh but she was caressing your jaw with the back of her index finger softly.

"But what about when it's only you and I, my Lady, could I-?"

Alcina ponders for a moment. "Only when I'm not working and you have to wait until I allow you to do it."

You have mixed feelings about it. On one hand, you want to be selfish and take what you want whenever you want to as your nature whispers you to do and what usually gets you in troubles. On the other, you had never known about sincere care and interest for you until you meet your Lady, and you know that's something you won't risk losing.

You nod. "All right, my Lady." You smile and feel your heart fluttering when Alcina grins back at you.

"What a good pet." She buries her face in the crook of you neck, nuzzling your jaw with her head, acting as if she was a cat. She brushes your neck with her lips. "Such a good pet."

You close your eyes when you feel her teeth scraping your skin, knowing what's coming, letting out a whimper when she sinks them in.

Drinking slowly from you, savouring you, Alcina rolls over you, careful not to put all her weight on you, but enough for you to feel a satisfying pressure.

You grasp your Lady's shoulders, digging your claws for her to feel but without breaking her skin, dragging a moan from the woman.

"Mine." She grunts against your neck, making you shiver due to the vibration and the possessiveness she exuded.

Sitting on the couch in Alcina's office with your limbs and tail tucked under your body, resembling a loaf of bread, you stare at the maid who enters after knocking on the door to deliver a package until she leaves the two of you alone once again, hurrying to get out after making quick eye contact with you.

The staff was no longer very fond of you after the day you attacked one of the maids, taking away her life to rip her heart out to gift it to your Lady.

Alcina doesn't react at the box placed on her desk until hours later, once she's done with her work, when you are sleeping lightly. She smiles smugly after opening it.

"Come here, sweet pet."

Despite you are waking up, you are quick and nimble to stand up, transforming your paws to hands and feet, hurrying to your Lady's side. You wait next to her chair, looking up at her expectantly and when she pats her lap with one hand, you climb to straddle her happily.

She strokes your cheek, triggering your purring. "I have a gift for you."

You look down when she presents you the box she's holding for you to see, gasping in awe at the leather choker with the Dimitrescu crest resting proudly in the middle.

You reach out to touch it reverently with your fingertips. "For me?" you ask skeptically, not used to such gestures despite it wasn't the first time your Lady gave you something. Since your arrival, your wardrobe had increased thanks to her. But somehow you knew this was different, and much more valuable.

Alcina hums, taking the choker out of the box, leaving the latter on the desk. "I want you to have something that will always remind you of who you belong to. More importantly, to remind everyone who sets their eyes on you... who you belong to." She puts the choker in your neck, capable to close the clasp without looking at it. A pleasant sensation washing her over at the result.

You follow her hands until she's done with the task, raising your head to look at her. "I-I belong to you, my Lady?" you ask with wonder.

Alcina grins intimidatingly though you know it's not aimed to you. "Of course, pet. My pet. I got you first, you are mine." She wraps her hand around your neck, squeezing softly, not to hurt but as if she was looking to leave the choker's mark on your skin. "You are mine to look after. Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to taste. Mine to possess. Mine to do every single thing I want... isn't that right?" She wasn't asking due to uncertainty, simply because she wanted you to voice your surrender to her.

You gulp, momentarily closing your eyes as your body arches towards hers. Alcina's laugh make your ears flutter at the divine sound, and you are overjoyed when she wraps her arm around your waist, soothing your desperation to be closer when she pressed your front against hers, your hands finding her shoulders.

"Yes..." you whisper, your voice trembling but with your next words your tone is louder and firmer. "Yours, my Lady, ever only yours." Your hands slide towards her neck, your fingertips ghosting her jaw.

Alcina raises an eyebrow, almost like she was reading your mind and daring you to do what you wanted to do. And despite knowing there could be consequences for acting before your Lady approved it, you couldn't deny that you enjoyed her punishments because it usually meant keeping you at her side all day, doing things to keep her in a good mood or spend all day aroused.

Even when you were the brattiest and she resorted into something physical and you had trouble sitting comfortably, you never felt unsafe or scared because Alcina carefully keeps an eye on you to be conscious of your limits.

But so far she has never crossed a line, giving you comfort and reassurance afterwards; and you took pleasure in the soreness her hands left in your body, which you considered another way to mark you even when not always it was visible.

So you dare to hold her face in her hands, tilting her head as if you truly could have some control over her. She growls as if annoyed but she smirks before you press your lips against hers.

"I'm yours as much as you are mine, my Lady," you claim conceitedly.

Alcina doesn't denies it. She can't, knowing you are aware because you thrive on all the attention she gives you, noticing how different it is from the one she gives to others. Nonetheless, she narrows her eyes, golden eyes shining with only one purpose.

And when she grabs your ass with her free hand, squeezing it, you know the next following days, every time you sit down, you are going to be reminded of your cheekiness.

But when Alcina kisses you again, taking total control of you with her tongue and lips, you are more than clear that you wouldn't have it any other way.

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★★★𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 5: 𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜)★★★

Character: Alcina Dimitrescu

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Day 5 people, I'm not feeling too good but didn't wanna get too much behind, I'll post two tomorrow hopefully.

Word count: 1.2k

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The cold winter months were always depressing around Castle Dimitrescu. The women of the household didn't celebrate Christmas, and the girls couldn't leave the house due to the cold. But after two years of working as a maiden, you were determined to achieve the hallmark Christmas you felt the girls you loved deserved.

You had joined the "family" after your 21st birthday after hearing all of the benefits such as a place to stay and a buttload of cash, but a certain someone was the main reason you stayed.

The lady of the house, Alcina Dimetrescu. Her golden eyes complemented her luscious black locks that would lay softly on her shoulders and bounce slightly every time you or one of the girls made her laugh. Her sweet Romanian accent. Her incredibly seductive body and voice. Her half-transformed form with her tentacles and wings. Everything about the older woman had you in a glue trap, leaving you stuck to writhe around in your own sticky feelings.

Her Romanian nicknames would always leave a dusting of pink across your face as soft as the snow that fell on the castle during the short winter days, and the way her arm would snake around your waist whenever you were standing next to her while she was reading.

You loved the woman and you wanted to be with her for the rest of your life. But you weren't even sure how to express a single percent of your love.

But one thing you did know was what Alcina loved more than anything: her daughters. And making them happy would make her happy, which was your way of flirting with the vampire.

Whenever you'd look at the older woman, you'd wonder what could happen if you just did it. If you just confessed, what would happen?

If you just stood up and made a silent confession, would she even look at you the same?

That's all you could think about as you stood in the large kitchen that had been left alone by all of Alcina's chefs who had gone home for Christmas break. You shuffled through all of the ingredients that rested in the large pantry to find every single ingredient for the chocolate chip cookies you were about to make.

"One O'clock..." You muttered, lifting your head softly to look at the large grandfather clock near the exit of the room you were in before looking at the darkness outside caused by the night, smiling in determination before getting to work.

Your brain was all over the place, and your heart rate was higher than normal due to how quickly you were trying to make the Christmas desserts for your favorite girls.

Swiftly hiking up your Colette dress, you got to work mixing each ingredient in the silver bowls in your hands, laughing each time flour or sugar would fly up into your face. But unbeknownst to you, Alcina was just as awake as you, listening to your heartbeat with her enhanced hearing.

Minutes passed as you busied yourself by finishing off the dough. Using a nearby cookie scoop to place each ball on the parchment paper, you hummed your favorite Christmas carol to yourself, still unaware of the woman listening in.

"What on earth is she doing?" The golden-eyed woman asked out loud, standing up and wrapping a silk black robe slightly against her underwear-clothed frame.

Alcina moved slowly through the castle, checking up on each of her daughters before finally walking towards the kitchen where she heard your heartbeat and other movements.

"What is that smell?" She whispered to herself, pausing in her tracks once she saw you in the kitchen, taking the cookies off of the tray and putting them on a large plate before writing a note next to it.

Standing there, you smiled softly yet proudly as you placed the now empty tray in the marble sink, your eyebrows furrowing once you felt an overwhelming presence behind you.

"Draga mea?" Alcina finally asked you, her tone questioning rather than upset, sharply watching every one of your movements.

You immediately froze up, your eyes shooting wide open.

"My lady- I-" You blushed, turning around, pulling down the skirt of your uniform. "I'm so sorry I just- Please forgive me!" You exclaimed with a shaky voice.

"Y/n I-"

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to wake you! Please forgive me I'll leave!" You ran off, genuinely terrified that the woman you loved would possibly resent you.

Alcina quickly grabbed you, pinning you up against her body, electing a gasp from your body.

"Draga mea, be good and stay still," The black-haired woman said sternly, turning you around to squat down in front of you.

"Yes M-"

"Also none of that, you will call Alcina," Her eyes narrowed. "Now tell me what you were doing,"

"Making cookies for the girls and you... I've just...never seen you or your daughters celebrate Christmas as long as I've been here, and I wanted to give you the special holiday you deserve since you guys can't go out in the cold," You explained, shutting your eyes as your head fell to face the floor.

"Oh Y/n," Alcina cooed, pulling your chin up to face her. "Why would you care so much? After all, I'm just your boss,"

"But you aren't," You sniffled, wiping a single tear from your eyes.

"What do you mean Draga?" The maiden asked, "Don't cry, it's okay, just tell me," She assured you.

"You're more than an employer to me Alci! I love you! And I wanted some way to show it!" You finally confessed, your legs nearly giving out on you from the weight lifted off your chest.

You felt her golden eyes pierce through you, and before she could even speak, you did.

"I'll leave if it makes you uncomfortable I'm sor-"

Your words were cut off by Alcina pressing her lips against your own, squeezing at your body softly, trying to take all of you at once. Her lips were soft and plump, and she tasted delicious and addictive.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that Y/n," She smiled softly before pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Are you serious Alci?" You asked meekly, to which the woman in front of you nodded.

"I've never been it any more than I am right now," Alcina nodded, grabbing a cookie off the plate before taking a bite. "Besides, how could I pass up a good baker like you to be my partner?" She chuckled.

You laughed softly, before pulling her into another kiss, tasting the fruits of your labor in her.

"I think this may be the best Christmas I've ever had, and it's all thanks to you, Y/n," The golden-eyed woman looked at you with adoration, before taking your hand in hers. "Why don't we make it even better and you come to my bedroom with me? We can have more of your cookies when it's a reasonable time to be up,"

...

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-Akira

[bratphilia]

Hi, could I request nsfw bottom! Daniela Dimitrescu. I guess like, her getting surprise domed by a maid just trying to finish cleaning the library. If not, that’s cool. You’re writing is really good and I hope things are well👍

note: i am on my knees begging for more resident evil reqs.

pairing: daniela dimitrescu x reader

tags: oral sex (f receiving), brat taming, dom!reader, sub!daniela

brat (daniela dimitrescu x reader)

daniela is a brat that needs to be put in her place.

the most rowdy of her sisters. always causing the most trouble. always sticking her foot out to trip a maid, causing them to drop something important that ends in them getting dragged into the cellar, never to be seen again.

she decided you would be her latest victim of her mischief. you were bent under the table, collecting a stack of — probably purposefully —placed books scattered below the desk. then the telltale sign of flies audibly swarmed into your view and around you. you let out a sigh as they took the form of the youngest daughter of castle dimitrescu.

daniela gasps in faux surprise. "oh, my! look at the lewd position you're in little maid, careful or someone might just..." she emphasizes by thrusting her hips against your clothed ass. she laughs at your pretty little shocked reaction.

you roll your eyes and stand upright, facing her. your faces are inches apart. "i have work to do, unless you'd like me to inform your mother that you're sleezing around."

daniela's look of amusement dissipates. "you're no fun."

the threat of telling lady dimitrescu on her was something unique to just daniela, even though it was still a hit or miss if she would actually care. in reality, the lady of your castle would probably side with her daughter anyways instead of some virgin maid.

you ignore her and move on but she persists. "oh, come on! play with me! fight back — do something, i'm so bored! you're not like the other maids, you know, they just take it. not like you."

you get an idea. she's right, you don't entertain her mischief. you stop, back still turned to her direction. "you want to play? let's play."

you turn around. it's your turn to gage her reaction. for the first time, daniela is visibly dumbstruck. "don't just stand there, get on your knees," you command.

mouth parting open to say something, she actually decides against it for once in her life. slowly she gets on her knees and you marvel at the sight, smile growing on your face. it's hard to enjoy the pleasures of life working in this castle, so you've struck gold. you wish you could take a picture. the view of daniela resting on her calves, slinky dress flowing behind her with her hands clasped politely in her lap is truly a sight for sore eyes.

"good girl," you coo, approaching her. she smiles and lets out a small, brief laugh.

you suddenly pull down her hood, revealing red hair, and she, surprisingly, giggles even more. you lift your dress and sling a slightly unsteady leg over her shoulder. immediately her hands fly to your panties before you scold her, tsking. "no hands or i'll have to tie them."

daniela looks up at you, desire burning in her eyes. she wants you to tie her hands. maybe some other time, in a place less public than the library. "some other time, i promise," you say, without thinking.

her eyes widen at that. you promise there will be another time.

not wasting any more time, you pull your panties to the side and beckon her foreward with a 'come hither' signal. she dives in eagerly, tongue laving up and down your slit with barely any consistency whatsoever. she's lapping at you like she's drinking water. slurping the area around your clit, never quite reaching it, and your hole.

what daniela lacks in skill she makes up for in her neediness; her eager to please you. it gets you even wetter to think about how much she wanted this. she's moaning and practically growling against your cunt. you have to bite back your respective moans to remain the facade of being unimpressed.

"sooo good," she murmurs against you.

"don't talk with your mouth full."

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

The New Arrival (Series)

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

┌───── •✧✧• ─────┐ Welcome to Castle Dimitresu └───── •✧✧• ─────┘

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for context I had a vote on my Wattpad acc bc I js did and basically New Maid with speech problems was in the lead and overall won the selection. I’ll try my best to make an Arranged Marriage one!

WARNING: 18+ MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE fluff, angst, smut

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The cold winter breeze hits y/n’s skin, she was quite literally walking from the village to Castle Dimitrescu. The freezing air seemed to bite and pick at her skin.

The villagers saw y/n get beaten everyday, thiugh they never did anything about it, eventually joining in. Such a shame that y/n’s parents died, she was an orphan for not long.

When y/n was younger she was heavily abused, beaten half to dead almost everyday by other villagers and her parents. So it was normal for her to be obedient and listen. She did tasks with high efficiency and perfection, it was all she knew.

Listen and you don’t get in trouble, don’t and you get beaten.

Over time, y/n would develop selective mutism and mental disorders. Because of these disorders y/n would become dependent on someone unless given orders. It truly was beginning to turn into a problem. So, Eleonor, y/n’s adoptive mother gave her a special coin. With two emblems on the front and back, y/n didn’t quite understand but she knew that if she must make a decision on her own she must flip the coin and decide.

Now, as y/n grows up she becomes this beautiful girl now in her 20s she sparks interest among the villagers, now, many men and women would bow at her feet and plead for her hand in marriage. Y/n, of course, didn’t understand nor did she want to reciprocate. So, she would turn her head to the side and smile politely.

Perhaps, working in Castle Dimitrescu wouldn’t be that unpleasant.

Maybe.

The gigantic door to the Castle slowly slid open, the creaking sent a shiver down y/n’s spine. A few noises came from her side but she paid no attention. Flutters of wings came into y/n’s point of hearing. There was buzzing and cackling. Y/n didn’t quite comprehend what was happening until a blonde girl was in front of her with a wicked smile, the two others giggling and cackling.

“Ooh, what’s this a new toy? You look delicious” the raven haired girl growled licking her lips, Bela pushed her away with a hand slighty.

“You must be the new maiden! Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu! I’m Bela, the red-haired girl is Daniela, and miss hungry over here is Cassandra” Bela grinned, y/n wondered as to why one of the Dimitrescu sister’s was being so nice.

Was it because she was a maiden now?

Daniela looked at y/n happily with a wide smile, “what’s your name?” Dani asked, quite enthusiastically, to Daniela and Cassandra’s surprise y/n didn’t respond. Bela pinched her younger sisters, “did you nit listen to a word Mother had said?!” Bela scolded, she huffed in annoyance, “she can’t talk! Come on, let’s take her to Mother.” Bela exclaimed, obviously irritated with her sisters. Bela had lifted up y/n and the sister’s carried her in fly form to their mother’s chambers

“Mother, your new plaything is here!” Cassandra laughed, earning a smack from Bela. Alcina looked up from the papers and smiled at her daughters, after a few seconds her eyes land on the most gorgeous woman she ever did see. Though, of course, Alcina would never admit that.

Her pride was something no one could take away from her and she refuse to let her guard down. Only her daughters get to see that side of her, only a couple have tried but of course they ended up into scarecrows and wine. Ugh. Mortals.

“Ah, you are so kinds to me, daughters. I was about to get up.” Alcina smiled softly, “Now, run along, me and this maiden have some business to attend.” Of course, the three daughter’s obeyed and erupted into a sawrm of flies buzzing out the room, their cackles still piercing the ears lf anyone near by.

Alcina didn’t waste time to call Melina, the head chamber-maiden to fetch y/n. It seemed as though it was the quickest 3 seconds of her life. Y/n couldn’t help but marvel at the beautiful countess’s face. The head chamber-maiden quickly dragged the girl away, afraid the countess’s temper might run thin. Especially, after all of the incident’s around the castle.

“Melina, guide our new maiden in her quarters then return here. There’s something I wish to discuss with you” Alcina had ordered, it wasn’t aggressive but soft. It made y/n wonder if the lady was as bad as the villagers made her to be.

Quickly, Melina nodded and walked with the silent girl to her chamber, the loud screams and cackles echoed through the castle, though, everyone remained unfazed. Melina had gracefully led y/n to her quarters. The Grand Chamber-Maiden had instructed y/n to stay in her quarters until she is fetched by her or another Maiden sent by her. “Understood?” She stated, firmly, Y/n blinked up at Melina, “Oh, right. I forgot about your…situiation. I suggest you do your best to not get attached to Lady Dimitrescu if she tries anything. And as for your, vocal problems I’ll make sure you’re in good hands, love” She cooed, patting y/n’s back with a loving look on her face. “You know, you are quite the gorgeous girl, dear”

“I wonder…how come you aren’t married with that beautiful face of yours…” She pondered, inspecting your face. She smiled, opening the door to y/n’s chambers.

“Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu”

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part 2

[fantasy-relax]

@muffinsin I blame you for this, I write the reader point of view of reader you write Cassandra, deal? deal.

Fucked up! Reader x Cassandra dimitrescu

Warning: violence Cassandra being Cassandra, really what do you expected of this tag?

You always have been a Little... different that's what your family used to say. You were blunt and honest but the thing that trouble them most was your prediction for violence.

You got in a fight with a neighbor when you were a kid, your father had to pick you off the boy, the rock you grabbed to beat him was full of blood.

People keep their children away from you after that. Your parents too keep their distance.

Now all grow up, you are in the Dimitrescu Castle, working as a maid. The only thing you hated was the dress. As for everything else...

"AHHHH PLEASE LADY DANIELA I'M SORRY"

You actually don't mind. People die all the time, people suffer all the time and nobody of them were someone that you particularly care for, so being in a castle full of death and blood was pretty easy for you, do your job and that's all.

Rounding the corner, you see a pretty common scene.

"Look what have you done! My favorite sword has a scratch! You useless woman!"

" I'm s-orry Lady Cassandra my arm was tired and I-AHH"

The cut was fast and made with lethal precision. The arm was in the carpet, it will be a pain to clean luckily this was not your assigned area.

"Not tired anymore I bet"

The maid keep screaming, until Cassandra cut her head in another clean swipe of sickle. You can't stop the low hum in your throat. She looked at you her sadistic smile displaying her fangs.

"What is little morsel? Want to be next?"

She was full of blood, ready to cut your head too but the only thing you could think was:

"That was a clean cut my lady, you have a steady hand"

Cassandra freezes for a moment, you get closer to the body not too much as you still have to clean and getting your uniform dirty before that was a bad idea.

"You also have to be pretty strong or have a sharp weapon to make this so smoothly"

You stand up. Looking at the still frozen fly girl.

"Truly impressive"

At the end of your words Cassandra just swarmed away, her prey forgotten in the floor. You shrug walking to your duties.

For a moment you though that she was blushing.

The next day there is a leg outside your door something carved in the skin.

"How is this cut for you?"

Again it was very precise but what caught your attention was the handwriting, it was messy and the message feels like if she was pouting when she wrote it.

"Aww, My lady is pretty cute"

You hear something move above you, looking fast you catch part of one swarm, you know exactly what sister was spying. You laughed softly, very cute indeed.

The next week you were assigned to take some things to the dungeons. A chore that all the maids are terrified to do, the scream of the unfortunate souls trapped there and the sadistic daughter that was always ready to take more were more than enough to make them beg at the feet of the head maid for a change that like them never comes.

You just pick the box and go. The screams were annoying but you just tune then out, you put the thing down. Looking around you see one of the victims, Stella?Sara? you don't remember, she had cuts all around her body, how long was she here? Was two weeks ago? Three? And she was still alive?

"Seeing your future, little maid?"

You flinch surprised. You don't hear her come.

"I make sure to keep her miserable as long as possible by-

"Making cuts that are painful but not mortal, absolute brilliant, nothing less of expert like you"

You take a look around you see a man being held by hooks that goes through his hands, his legs are broken you can see that clearly, either he put his weight in the legs or in the hands , both choices painful.

"Very creative"

Full of curiosity you keep exploring. Praises to Cassandra talents never stopping

"Astounding"

" Visionary"

"Imaginative"

Until you feel the swarm pick up you up and rapidly throw you outside and closing the door as fast.

"Rude"

You stand up going to report the head maid of your completed chore.

If you could saw through walls you would have see a peculiar image of the so called monster sitting on the other side of the door, face red, hugging herself and purring happily.

More limbs were given to you as well as some organs, luckily they were of animals, so you cooked them. You keep a journal were every gift is written some examples were :

Deer leg with the following message *you have pretty eyes*"

Boar heart *Did you know they are the most similar to humans? * she is such a nerd

Full Bunny *Small like you* the small was more like a smoll it made you laugh.

One day a group of hunters try to raid the castle and kill the monsters inside, they only end giving you more work.

Bodies, blood and all kind of gore is in the floor AND in the carpet. It will be a pain to clean, even lady Bela it's looking at you with pity. You sigh pulling you sleeves up when you are tackled by certain brunette.

"Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?! Tell me who-"

"I'm fine lady bela take care of them"

"You took three"

"oh yeah, that reminds me"

You point at the three bodies.

"They are all yours Lady Cassandra"

The sisters have a particular rule, prey that they hunt, prey that they eat. Cassandra was the strongest not the fastest, Daniela and Bela surely got more than her.

"I killed them so they are mine but i don't gonna eat it so they are all yours."

Cassandra keep looking at your face you cleaned her face with you apron the only red was in her cheeks, she was so cute that you can resist it anymore you grabbed her neck and kissed her, it took a few seconds but he eagerly returned the kiss.

"FINALLY, the pining was killing me"

"SHUT UP DANIELA"

You were in a relationship with the sadistic sister something that you still were processing, you could easily live freely without working at all. But you were sorry for Bela having to work with short staff because her sisters were little shits with zero self control. So you keep working, in Cassandra side mostly and sometimes in Daniela.

Today was one of that days were you work was in Daniela hall. Everything was going well until a new maid decided to ruin the mood

"I told you, someday that bitch a Cassandra will get what she deserves, maybe I could let her live if she eats my pussy real good".

The other maid was new too but a lot smarter she looked like she wanted to stay away from her and was making signals to the absolute imbecile that was talking.

" I would tear her ap-UGH"

You grabbed her head and bashed her harder against the wall.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. She is out.

You let go of her head and looked at the other maid she just picked up her cleaning tools and continue her job, she was learning fast.

You walk and pick one leg of the imbecile, you start walking to the library were you beloved was having a sisters day.

No one interrupt you or try to help her. They know better.

The newbies considered you a depraved traitor. Sleeping with the monster that could kill them any day. But still survival is priority so they keep working.

The older considered you a blessing. The amount of death and injury since you started dating Cassandra was lower. Keep working, Survival is priority.

You were at the doors of the library you opened the door.

"knock first I know you have manners"

"aw did Draga mea miss me so much?

Focusing on the sickle on the table you entered in the room, dropping the maid in the middle of the room you pick the sharp blade.

You bend and grab the little bitch head again, you pull out her tongue and with a quick swing cut it out.

"AHH-UGH"

You grabbed her again and bashed her against the floor again.

One, two, three, four, five. She is out.

You dropped her and walked to your beloved, you throw the sickle on the table, she was silent looking at you with that pretty blush, so adorable.

You grab her chin, kissing her deeply until she is panting, the blush in her face just grow bigger and the soft purr in her chest is music, yours she is totally yours.

Grabbing her gloved hand you drop the tongue, you point to the crying woman in the floor.

"Here my love, a snack"

You kissed her again.

"I still have duties to attend, I see you later."

She looked like a lovesick puppy. A puppy whom you will play with later. What a good life.

[willalove75]

The Estate | Lady Dimitrescu x Fem!oc Chapter 4

Summary: Friday is finally here, concluding your first week of work! You get to know Alcina a little better and meet up with a "friend" after work for some much needed stress relief.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: fluff

I'll add more tags as needed!

Notes: Chapter 4! So sorry this is a little late! Hope you all enjoy💕

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Finally, it was Friday. Even though it's only your third day of work you were definitely looking forward to the weekend. The day seemed to be flying by pretty quickly and you were grateful for that. You had seen Alcina throughout the day, each time she saw you she politely said "hello" and flashed you her gorgeous smile.

After getting your hands on one of the new wines that will be debuting in the summer, you and Bela decided to take some photos of it for social media. Alcina wandered in and stayed for a little bit to watch. When you were done she asked to see some of the pictures and you happily obliged. She stood close to you - maybe a little too close, but her presence was comforting regardless - and looked over your shoulder at your phone. As you inhaled your nose filled with her perfume. It wasn't overly fragrant but still floral. You couldn't pinpoint what the scent was composed of but you thought you smelled a hint of rosewater and a few other notes you couldn't quite put your finger on. Whatever it was, it was heavenly and probably expensive. She grumbled to herself and you looked over to see her shaking her head and pulling her reading glasses down to her nose. Her short hair, that was straightened today and not in its natural curls, cascaded across her face before she tucked a few strands behind her ear with a perfectly manicured finger.

Her blue-grey eyes flicked over and met yours and you swore your heart started hammering in your chest. After exchanging a smile she looked back down at your phone and you showed her the images. Alcina pointed out which ones were her favorites and you made sure to favorite the ones she liked best so you would remember.

As you were scrolling through the images you took you were going backwards through your camera roll. When you came to the first image as you were showing Alcina and Bela, you went back one picture too far to one of you and Emma in your parents living room.

"Oh, too far." You feel your cheeks redden and go to scroll back but you're interrupted by Bela.

"Oh my god who is that?!" Bela asks.

"That's my daughter, Emma." You say proudly.

"Stop she's so cute!"

"Aw, thanks. She's amazing."

"How old is she?"

"She's three and a half."

"Oh what a fun age!" Bela says and you look over at her.

"Bela is going to school for childhood education, she wants to be a preschool teacher." Alcina clarifies.

"Oh! That's great!"

"Is she in preschool?" Bela asks.

"No, not yet. She'll be going in the fall."

"So is she in daycare?"

"She starts Tuesday, she'll be going twice a week. There was a bit of a waitlist so my in laws have been watching her this week. When she's not in daycare she'll rotate between them and my parents."

"I can't believe how green her eyes are and how curly her hair is!" Bela says.

"She looks just like you." Alcina says, looking at the picture. The corners of her lip just barely curling into a smile.

"Seriously! She's like your little twin. Her dad must be either pissed or thrilled she looks so much like you. Is she a daddy's girl or a mommy's girl?"

You know that Bela was just being friendly, but her question stabbed you in the heart. Tears threaten to sting eyes as you try and brush off the feeling of sadness creeping its way into your chest.

"Actually, I'm a single mom." You say, trying your best to not make the situation awkward. "So by default, she's a mommy's girl."

Alcina tries to give Bela a subtle look but you notice it. Bela looks like a deer in headlights before trying to dig herself out.

"Oh, well, mom's a single mom too!" She says with a nervous laugh. "She raised the three of us all by herself for the most part. Even when she technically wasn't a single mom she still kinda was."

Alcina's eyes narrow at her daughter whose pale cheeks begin to turn a bright shade of pink.

"She is beautiful." Alcina says, trying to divert the awkward energy that took over the conversation. "When we have our summer staff barbeque you should bring her. Most of the staff with young children bring them, it's a wonderful family event." She says coolly.

"Yeah, sure. She would love that. She's a little social butterfly."

"Wonderful." Alcina says with a smile before glancing at the watch on her wrist. "I must be off. The pictures are fantastic, great work both of you."

Alcina walks out of the room and Bela starts talking about the barbeque and how there's games, food, and activities for the kids. When the two of you walk into the tasting room you spot Daniela walking in.

"Hi Katie!" She says with a big smile.

"Hi Daniela, how was school?"

"It was so boring and I had a math test. Talk about a shit Friday." She grumbles. "What were you two talking about? I heard something about games."

The three of you begin to head back towards the offices.

"Bela was telling me about the summer barbeque."

"Oh! It's SO much fun! I love that. I think I like that more than the annual holiday party."

"Mom told Katie she should bring her daughter and-"

"You have a daughter?!" Daniela asks.

"I do."

"Do you have pictures?! How old is she?!"

"Yes, I do. And she's three and a half." You say with a chuckle.

Pulling out your phone once more, you show Daniela a few photos of Emma and she squeals in delight.

"SHE'S SO CUTE! Oh my god look at her little squishy face!"

You can't help but laugh at Daniela's excitement. She really is a sweet kid with a ton of energy. It came as a bit of a surprise to learn that Alcina was a single mother as well - especially to three girls. Being a single mom to one kid is hard enough. It amazes you that she was able to raise such good kids - for the most part, the jury is still out on Cassandra if you were being honest - and run a business. The complexity of Alcina Dimitrescu continues to grow and the more it grows, the more she seems to fascinate you.

After you head back into your office you decide to shoot your current friends-with-benefits guy a text.

Will you be around tonight?

Depends, what time?

5:30?

6?

Sure, let me just make sure I have someone to watch my daughter.

You send Michelle a text to see if she can watch Emma a little later tonight, lying and telling her a few friends invited you out for drinks after work. She responds saying it was no problem and says she hopes you have fun.

6 works.

Okay, meet me at my apartment.

See you later.

The end of the day comes quickly and before you know it you're walking into Alcina's office to see if she needs you to do anything before you leave and to say goodbye.

"Ah, Kathleen." She says as she takes her glasses off and places them on her desk, giving you her full attention. "Leaving for the day?"

"Yeah, unless you need me to do something before I go?"

"No, not at all. Although I did want to speak with you, if you have a moment?"

"Oh, yeah, absolutely." You say.

Claiming one of the chairs in front of her desk, you drop your bag to the ground and meet her gaze. Her blue-grey eyes really are stunning, they contrast beautifully with her dark hair and compliment her fair complexion.

"I just wanted to let you know that you've done a wonderful job this week. I am aware that you didn't work a full week but I am still impressed with your work ethic and what you've already brought to the table."

"Oh, thank you so much." You're a little surprised by her compliment but grateful that she can already see how dedicated you are. "I really, really appreciate hearing that."

"Of course. I always do my best to let my staff know when they're excelling. It's always been my business model as a boss to compliment more often than I critique."

The corner of her lip curls into a small smile and she looks away for a moment before looking back at you. As she looks back you notice a change in her demeanor. Something softer, almost more intimate than she was two seconds ago. It makes your head spin at how quickly she's able to shift gears on a dime.

"I also wanted to thank you for being so kind to my daughters, especially towards Daniela. I know she can be a handful but she seems to have taken a liking to you. She can be quite the distraction and there have been a few occasions where other employees have not taken as kindly to her as you have. So as the owner of this establishment, I appreciate your understanding and your professionalism. And as a mother," she says in a softer voice before pursing her lips. "thank you for being so kind to my children. Even Cassandra. Who I am aware has been less than welcoming - we have had multiple conversations regarding it. Please know it has nothing to do with you, she can be quite difficult and doesn't adapt well to change."

She lets out a sigh and for the first time you see a flash of Alcina Dimitrescu, the mother. Not your boss, not the owner and founder of the estate, but you see the single parent who is trying her best to juggle three young girls; one with an attitude problem, one with endless energy and one who's starting to go off on her own; as well as running a business and all of the other things that go along with life.

"Of course." You say with a smile. "They're all really good kids, you did a wonderful job raising them."

By the way her ears perk up at your words you can tell that she isn't told that very often. There's a softness in her eyes you haven't seen before and you can't help but smile in response. For a brief second you feel a charge in the air that almost immediately dissipates.

As quickly as her walls came down, they were back up. She seemed to have caught herself and she adjusts her posture in her chair. Alcina Dimitrescu the boss is back. It's not that Alcina runs her business with fear, but she doesn't keep it a secret that she holds the power. You've only been here three days but it's evident that everyone knows not to cross her or get on her bad side. You wonder if anyone else on her staff - outside of her children - have ever seen that softer side of her you got a glance at.

"Thank you." She says as she clears her throat. "That was all, is there anything you need from me?"

"Uh, nope."

"Well then, have a nice weekend Kathleen."

"You too. See you on Monday."

She gives you a nod as she puts her glasses back on and turns towards her computer screen. Grabbing your bag, you sling it over your shoulder and head towards the tasting room doors.

"Bye Katie!!" You hear Daniela call.

Looking over, you see her standing at a table in the middle of taking the patrons orders.

"Bye Daniela, have a nice weekend!"

She gives you a big wave as the people sitting at the table she's waiting give her a look. You can't help but chuckle to yourself as you make your way to the doors.

"Have a good weekend Cassandra." You say.

She responds with an eyeroll and you walk out of the building unfazed.

Since you weren't meeting up with your friend-with-benefits right away you decided to run home and jump in the shower before heading over to his place.

Pulling into the modest apartment complex you keep your eyes peeled for a spot. Driving through here makes you grateful that you live with Margie. It's not that it's in a bad area or that it's a crappy complex, it's just jam packed with people. You've only ever been here twice before but both times it was a nightmare trying to find a spot. At least at Margie's house you have a driveway you can park in so you don't have to worry about walking across the complex with a toddler - especially when the weather is bad.

Luckily you were able to find a spot close to the apartment.

Walking up the steps, you knock on the door and you hear footsteps on the other side. A few seconds later the door opens, revealing a taller man with sandy colored hair.

"Hey, how are you?" He asks as you walk in.

"I'm good, and you?"

"Not bad."

The man, who you know as Eric, was about 6 feet tall, if you had to guess he was in his late 30s and despite his small apartment, he was well off. The two of you really don't know anything about each other, you met on a website where people are looking for steady hookups, no strings attached, but wanted to keep their lives private. You both decided to even use fake names with each other. The only thing you do know about him is that he was married but him and his wife were currently separated, which is why he lives in this apartment. You also know he has a daughter as well, but she's in high school.

As he leads you into the bedroom you feel your anxiety crawling up higher and higher. You do your best to push it aside and take a deep breath as he closes the door.

The next hour and a half goes by in a blur and by 7:30pm you're heading back to your car to go pick up Emma.

The time you spend with Eric is really nothing but a way to relieve some stress and tension. Truthfully, he's kind of annoys you, but he's not terrible in bed, good enough to relieve any sexual tension you've had pent up at least - and he's using you for the same reasons you're using him so it's a fair trade.

The post-sex shame starts to settle in as you drive and you try to keep yourself from getting too wrapped up in it. There's absolutely nothing wrong with what you're doing - something you have to remind yourself of often. Yet the guilt still eats away at you every time. You pull out the heart shaped necklace from under your shirt and trace the shape with your thumb as you drive, trying to ground yourself.

"It's okay. It's been two years, there's nothing wrong with being with someone else. There's nothing wrong with what you're doing." You reassure yourself as you drive.

Finally arriving at your in-laws house, you walk in just as they're sitting down for dinner.

"Katie! Perfect timing!" Michelle says as she gives you a hug.

"MOMMY!!" Emma yells as she runs into your arms.

"Hi baby!" You say as you lift her and give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Come, sit and eat." Michelle says.

"Oh, thank you! I promise I didn't time this so I'd get a free meal out of you." You say with a laugh.

"Yeah right." Richard says with a wink before he nudges you with his elbow.

"How was your first week of work?"

"It went really well." You say as you put Emma in her booster seat. "I really like it. My boss is great and so far the people are really nice. The CFO seems a little phony, but I really like everyone else."

"That's wonderful!" Michelle says. "Are there other people there your age?"

"Yeah, we had an all-hands meeting yesterday and there definitely seem to be people around my age. Honestly I've spent more time with my boss and her daughters than anyone else."

"Her daughters?"

"Yeah, she has three girls. One is about twenty, the other probably nineteen and the youngest has to be about 16."

"Do they work there?" Richard asks.

"Yeah. The oldest one, Bela, she was the one doing the social media channels before I was there. But she's starting her last year of college in the fall so I'm taking that over from her; she's been showing me what she was doing before I came. The middle one, Cassandra, she works the bar and is by far the least friendly of the three. Then the youngest is Daniela. She's a really sweet kid with a ton of energy. Obviously she's still in high school but she waits tables after school."

"Wow, seems like a real family business."

"Yeah, or just a way for her to be able to wrangle her kids by keeping them there." You say with a laugh.

"What about her husband?" Michelle asks.

"She's not married, I don't know if she ever was honestly. But Bela had told me today that she was a single parent."

"A single parent, to three young girls? And she runs a business?"

"I know, I have no idea how she did it. Raising this one alone is hard enough." You say playfully as you tickle Emma and she squeals with laughter.

"Stop mommy! That tickles!"

By 8pm, Alcina and the girls have finished having dinner together - something she tries to do with them at least once a week. Soon after the dishes are clean and the kitchen is put back together. She settles into her home office and types away on her keyboard, her perfectly manicured nails clacking away on the keys. Grabbing her wine glass, she leans back in her chair and takes a deep sip, trying to unwind from the week while she finishes up some last-minute things.

"Mamă," Daniela says as she walks into Alcina's office.

"Yes, bug?"

"Do you want to watch a movie with us?"

"What movie?"

"If you join us we'll let you pick!"

"As long as it isn't one of those boring black and white movies!" Cassandra yells from down the hall.

Alcina playfully rolls her eyes and looks at her watch.

"Okay, give me fifteen minutes. Let me finish up here and I'll be right down."

"YAY!" Daniela shouts. "I'll get the snacks and popcorn!"

She runs out of the office and Alcina chuckles to herself and dives back into finish up her work.

As promised, fifteen minutes later Alcina makes her way down the stairs. The girls are sitting on the couch, Bela and Daniela on the four-seater, Cassandra on the loveseat to the left. The girls left a spot in the middle of the four-seater for Alcina. She takes her spot between Bela and Daniela, who pulls the blanket across Alcina's lap and cuddles into her. Putting her arm around her youngest, she scrolls through the movie options on the television and clicks on Singing in the Rain.

"Ugh, not a musical!" Cassandra whines.

"You said I could pick whichever movie I wanted - as long as it wasn't one of those terribly boring black and white movies." Alcina responds.

"You could have picked something more modern!"

"Cassandra you loved this movie when you were little." Alcina says.

"Yeah, when I was like seven."

"Cass, shush! Unlike you I actually like and want to watch this movie." Bela says. Cassandra rolls her eyes at her sister.

Bela and Daniela begin singing along to some of the songs while Alcina happily hums alongside them. As the movie continues Bela and Daniela sing louder and Alcina eventually joins in. The song Good Morning starts and the three of them are singing and dancing in their seats. When Gene Kelly, Debbie Reynolds and Donald O'Conner grab the raincoats off of the coatrack in the scene Daniela imitates their dances with the blanket, causing Bela and Alcina to laugh. As the dance number continues Bela and Daniela get up and dance to their own choreography they made up to the song when they were kids.

"Come on Cassie!" Daniela says, grabbing Cassandra's arm. Cassandra pulls back but Daniela's grip is firm. After a moment, Cassandra huffs in defeat and gets up and dances with her sisters. After a minute of acting like she doesn't want to be there, a smile grows on her face and she laughs and dances with Bela and Daniela.

Alcina watches her girls with pride as they dance around the living room. It warms her heart seeing Cassandra, who's usually withdrawn and isolated, dancing and laughing with her sisters. It's not a side that Alcina sees of her middle daughter much anymore, but when she does get to see it, she cherishes the moment.

The number ends and the three girls collapse back into their seats.

"You did wonderful my darlings." Alcina says, kissing Daniela and Bela on the head and blowing a kiss at Cassandra. Daniela lays her head on her mother's lap and Alcina runs her fingers through her daughters strawberry red hair.

When Singing in the Rain comes on, the four women sing along to the song - sans-dance this time. As the movie ends, Daniela is fast asleep in her mother's lap, lightly snoring.

"Daniela, haide dragostea mea, trebuie să te ridici." Alcina says as she strokes her hair. (Daniela, come on my love, you have to get up.)

"Mamă, du-mă în pat." She replies, half asleep. (Mom, carry me to bed.)

"Nu Nu. Ești prea mare pentru asta. Dar te voi pune înăuntru dacă te trezești." (No, no. You're too big for that. But I will tuck you in if you get up.)

Daniela grumbles before lifting herself off of her mother's lap. Alcina wraps her arm around Daniela's shoulder and leads her upstairs into her bedroom.

Daniela crawls into her large four-poster bed. Alcina pulls the covers over her and sits at the edge of the bed, running her fingers through her hair.

"Noapte bună. Vise plăcute." She says, placing a kiss on top of Daniela's head. (Goodnight bug. Sweet dreams.)

"Noapte buna mama. Te iubesc." Daniela mumbles. (Goodnight mom. I love you.)

"Si eu te iubesc draga." (I love you too darling.)

Daniela quickly falls asleep and Alcina continues to run her fingers through her hair and looks down at her sleeping daughter.

"Când naiba ai crescut atât de repede?" She whispers to herself. (When on earth did you grow up so quickly?)

Alcina kisses Daniela's head once more and leaves the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Heading back downstairs, Cassandra and Bela are cleaning up the bowls the snacks were in.

"Thank you for the help, girls." Alcina says.

"Of course mom." Bela says.

"I am going to bed. Don't stay up too late." Alcina says before kissing both girls on the head and making her way back upstairs.

"Goodnight mom!" Bela says.

"Night." Cassandra says.

Alcina lays in bed thinking of her girls. It feels like it was just yesterday they came into her life. It's hard for her to accept that so much time has past. It's hard for her to believe that Daniela, her baby, is going to be sixteen soon. She still remembers holding her in her arms for the very first time. She was so tiny, so small and fragile. Alcina swore to always protect her, to protect all of her girls and she hopes she did a good job of keeping her promise. It's been seventeen years since the girls first came into her life. Alcina reflects on how terrified she was back then, the weight of being responsible for two, soon to be three, young girls weighed heavily on her shoulders and she was barely 30. Of course she made some mistakes, what parent doesn't? But regardless of how the girls came to her, she's grateful to have been able to give them a stable, loving home. For the most part, at least. There were things she'd done in the past that she would change if she could, but overall, she's proud of the women her girls were becoming.

You were awoken by the baby monitor in the middle of the night, Emma was crying. Looking at the clock you saw that it was 2am. You let her cry it out in hopes she would fall back asleep, but when she started calling out for you, you gave up and went into her room.

"Emma, baby, what's the matter?" You said as you came into her room.

"Mommy, I had a nightmare." Emma says through tears.

"Oh sweetie, it's okay. Come here." You sit on the edge of the bed and pull her into your lap and hug her. Running your fingers through her curls, you shush her and rock her until her sobbing slows. "There you go, it's okay. How about we try and go back to sleep?"

You move to lay Emma back down but she clings to you for dear life.

"No mommy, I want you." She says and starts crying again.

"Oh, love. It's okay, it's okay. Do you want to sleep in mommy's bed tonight?"

"Yeah." Emma says

"Okay, come on."

You pick up Emma and bring her into your bedroom. Laying down with her in your arms, you run your fingers through her hair and try to stay awake until she falls asleep. When she doesn't fall asleep, you rub your finger up and down the bridge of her nose, over one of her eyebrows and back, down and up her nose again, and over the other eyebrow. You repeat this pattern for a few minutes as Emma's eyes grow heavier and heavier before she finally gives in to sleep. Even though you know you should be going to sleep, you can't help but stay awake and look at the little girl in your arms. Your whole world. Without realizing it, your eyes start to close and you too drift off back into a deep sleep.

[tragcdysewn]

below the cut is a full plotting/starter call for the mini event! all info is there, as well as everyone's outfits linked on their names! if you'd like to plot, drop a like, and if you request starters, make sure to specify or i won't write them! i'm capping at 3 per muse right now, but that may change depending on how things go. i also just put people as going together if we said they'd be spending the holiday together, but if things have changed, feel free to shoot me a message!

abigail mckinnon - blind date with zoe rivas

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

abi exists on 'i'm here for a good time not for a long time', so she's getting messy drunk, flirting up a storm, and going home with someone. whether or not it's her date is up to said date

owed starters (1/3) cleo mckinnon

ahsoka tano - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

ahsoka is expecting winter and leia to be drunk, and while part of her wants to supervise, the other part wants to get drunk with them. and i know which part of her is going to win out, unfortunately. #getthespacesistersdrunk2k24

owed starters (1/3) hera syndulla

allana solo - going with sella palpatine

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

as per usual, allana is spending the night with their girlfriend, though she might not avoid her family as much as she has at recent events. they're on edge, knowing how these things sometimes go, but she's determined to have a good time anyways

owed starters (0/3)

ariana dumbledore - going with ben solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

girl has three kids under age three. any excuse for a night out is being taken. won't be getting messy drunk but will definitely be enjoying herself and exploring as much as she can of the place

owed starters (1/3) ben solo

arlecchino - going with columbina

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

she's here to keep up an image and because columbina wanted to go. she'll be her usual snooty rich self, but that's nothing new. she's definitely open to chatting, but she's not as personable as one might hope

owed starters (1/3) columbina

bail organa - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

bail mostly attends these sorts of things as part of being a politician more than actually enjoying them, but he does often find himself having a little bit of fun. he will be picking his daughter off the floor though

owed starters (1/3) winter celchu

bela dimitrescu - going with dorcas meadowes

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

bela is mostly flirting with dorcas, but she is naturally a bit of a flirt, especially if she's hungry, so that is an option as well. she's also not opposed to causing a bit of toruble if the idea is appealing enough to her

owed starters (2/3) dorcas meadowes, cassandra dimitrescu

bryce quinlan - going with hunt athalar

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

bryce exists on the principle of 'if she's gotta be royalty she's going to be annoying as hell about it at formal events' so she will be enjoying herself and being extra as hell, come join her in her menace behavior

owed starters (3/3) hunt athalar, lidia cervos, lexi branson

cassidy mendes - going with evan afton

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

cassidy has literally never been to a party that wasn't at freddy fazbear's, and she's definitely curious and a little excited. she's not entirely sure how to be human, but she's hyped to try it out

owed starters (0/3)

cassie lang - blind date with tifa lockhart

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

cassie may legitimately be trying to climb the skeleton in the bone hall, we'll see if she succeeds at that particular endeavor. otherwise, she'll be in the middle of everything, making sure everyone around her has a blast

owed starters (2/3) tifa lockhart, james sirius potter

danika barnes - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

danika does not trust events here, and is probably going to be pretty cagey the first few hours, keeping an eye on things more than enjoying herself, so if someone wants to drag her into enjoying herself, go for it

owed starters (1/3) bucky barnes

davina claire - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

honestly, davina is more interested in the museum exhibits than she is the ball itself, but she'll still come for a dance or two. she does love music, and will have a good time with both aspects

owed starters (2/3) hope mikaelson, amara

dewey riley - going with gale weathers

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

if you see them drinking more than he should, keep your mouth shut thank you. he's a mess, and is aware of that, but isn't much inclined to fix it. just let them have fun for now thanks so much

owed starters (2/3) samantha carpenter, tatum riley

eleni vanserra - going with helion

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

honestly, eleni loves going to parties, but it's been a long time since she's gotten to have fun at one, so she intends to actually let loose a little and enjoy herself. please help her with that

owed starters (2/3) helion, aurora

elphaba thropp - going with glinda upland

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

glinda told her that they were going to spend valentine's together to make up for last year and elphaba is incapable of saying no to glinda, so she's here and trying to make the best of it

owed starters (0/3)

eula lawrence - going with amber

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

eula does not like parties and balls. she grew up in high society and hated every second of it, but she worries that amber will go either way and things will go wrong, so she's here and mad about it. she does love dancing though, so maybe she'll loosen up a bit

owed starters (1/3) amber

eveline winters - going with rue green

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

evie is a bit of a freak, and will absolutely be lurking in a corner for a lot of the party, just kind of observing people. she could definitely be dragged out to participate, but she is just kind of there. watching

owed starters (0/3)

feng xin - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

i honestly don't even know if he's actually intentionally flirting or he's just like that, but if anyone femme presenting actually approaches him, he'll scream. i'm not kidding. maybe less so when he gets drunk, we shall see

owed starters (2/3) mu qing, tara carpenter

feyre archeron - going with rhysand

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

she has honestly started really enjoying parties since coming to the night court and no longer needing to be involved in planning them. and now that her mate is back with her, she'll be much less mopey

owed starters (2/3) amren, lucien vanserra

glimmer belcourt - blind date with luca paguro

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

glimmer's whole personality is acting like a spoiled princess, so while she does want to dance with people, she will be waiting for someone to invite her rather than the other way around, i'm so sorry for her

owed starters (0/3)

greg - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

has greg perhaps brought his pet frog to this? uncertain, but he's definitely talking to his pocket. truly though his main concern is figuring out what's going on with his brother and beatrice

owed starters (1/3) beatrice

hallie parker - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

look hallie is here to have a good time on government money. she'll flirt with anyone she deems attractive, and drag people into dances and on little mini adventures. she's honestly down for pretty much anything tonight

owed starters (0/3)

hazel levesque - blind date with luz noceda

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

hazel mostly signed up for a blind date so her brother would sign up, honestly, but they're optimistic that it will still be a little bit of fun. and if it's not, she is willing to cause trouble

owed starters (2/3) nico di angelo, willa lykensen

he chunyu - going with azriel

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

she's never been to a party like this, but she's very excited, especially with the recent revelations about her brother. she needs a distraction more than anything right now, and this is right up her alley

owed starters (0/3)

howl jenkins pendragon - going with sophie

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

howl definitely has some trauma from the last ball she went to, but is determined to have a good time anyways, so here he is, the life of the party as per usual. honestly will drag anyone into any activity they are so social it's painful

owed starters (0/3)

james potter - going with lily evans

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

another one who may be trying to climb the dinosaur skeleton. but really, valentine's is the holiday for simps, and james potter is simp number one, so this is his night! catch him having a blast and reminding everyone how great his wife is

owed starters (0/3)

james witherdale - going with victoria sutherland

drinking (not alcohol) || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

he only goes to these because victoria gets a kick out of them, and they're an easy way to get a snack if he hasn't hunted in a while. so... probably avoid him unless his eyes are red, honestly

owed starters (2/3) adeline witherdale, anne sutherland

jin zixuan - going with jiang yanli

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

zixuan is here because his wife and friends are here, but he does kind of enjoy social events once he forces himself to go to them, so he'll definitely loosen up a bit once he's gotten used to it and had a drink

owed starters (2/3) jin guangyao, jiang yanli

jun wu - going with mei nianqing

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

current version of jun wu is honestly pretty personable, so he's definitely open to meeting new people, but is probably going to spend a lot of time checking out the museum as well. he'll be pretty easy to drag into a drink or a dance as well, though

owed starters (0/3)

kore sekkari - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

kore is going to have a blast spending a night drinking and dancing on the government's dime. she's also not opposed to leaving with someone if the mood strikes her, she's got no real plans for this beyond have fun

owed starters (1/3) alyla vane

korra - going with asami sato

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

korra is very high energy, and really should not be given access to events like this. but she will be fun to spend time with, and probably will walk out with a few new friends just off of drunken shenanigans

owed starters (0/3)

kriya dura - going with kaiden monsula

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

she enjoys a nice party, especially with free drinks and snacks. getting an opportunity for another date with the cute guy she's been seeing is just a bonus. catch her actually enjoying herself for once in her life

owed starters (2/3) kaya dura, kaiden monsula

lan wangji - going with wei wuxian

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

bro does not drink because he takes one sip and acts a fool, nor does he really enjoy social events. i'm so sorry for him but he will just be vibing on his own as soon as his husband leaves to talk to someone else

owed starters (1/3) wei wuxian

li susu - going with tantai jin

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

this isn't entirely susu's scene, but it's a night out with her husband, and she so rarely gets those, so there's no reason for her to turn it down. she'll likely have a good time once she's there, she's just a little bit grumpy

owed starters (0/3)

liu mingyan - blind date with lettie hatter

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

mingyan isn't really sure what to do at these sorts of things, but she's intrigued enough to give it a shot, and maybe meet someone new as a result. if it's terrible, at least she gets an interesting experience to write about, right?

owed starters (1/3) lettie hatter

lorcan salvaterre - going with elide lochan

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

he is only here because of elide. though the rumors he keeps hearing about these things going wrong have him very on edge. he's keeping an eye on elide and aelin, and beyond that don't expect much of him

owed starters (0/3)

lumine - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

honestly, she always feels a little out of place at things like this, but she can certainly enjoy herself. she loves dancing, so will absolutely be able to be dragged out on to the dance floor very easily

owed starters (0/3)

lyra ayala - blind date with mouse honrada

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

lyra hasn't been to a party in a while, and it shows. she's gonna be a bit awkward to start, but once you get her out of her shell? she's a blast to be around. she loves music, so this will be a great time for her

owed starters (0/3)

lysandra ennar - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

she's honestly pissed about this. she was planning on a fun night, but their unaware husband has shown up with someone else, so she's just white knuckling a champagne glass and bitching to her best friend

owed starters (2/3) evangeline ennar, aedion ashryver

manon blackbeak - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

girl is trying to rizz a prince at this thing, tba on if it will work. but he's not here with someone else, so she's content enough to not cause problems on purpose. will she be pleasant? unsure. but after a few drinks she might loosen up

owed starters (0/3)

marinette dupain-cheng - going with adrien agreste

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

mari is incredibly friendly and also incredibly awkward, so if she trips over her own feet please just be kind and help her up. i promise she just wants to meet some new people and have a nice time

owed starters (2/3) shen zechuan, adrien agreste

mj jones - going with peter parker

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

mj loves observing people and their habits, so she's honestly having a blast in her corner watching people dance and flirt and whatever else they're doing. but she will also likely join for a dance or two, why not, right?

owed starters (1/3) peter parker

mo ran - going with chu wanning

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

this is the first thing he's gone to with chu wanning, so he's in simp mode above all else, but he is generally very charismatic and sociable, so he'll go poke around the museum and get in to trouble with pretty much anyone

owed starters (1/3) chu wanning

mobei-jun - going with shang qinghua

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

he is not much of a social person, but will ultimately be polite if someone starts a conversation with him first. he's really just looking for the first possible chance to politely leave

owed starters (1/3) shang qinghua

nangong jingnu - going with qi yan

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

jingnu is an absolute lightweight, and will be messy drunk very early into the evening if she's not stopped after like two drinks. but she's a fun time even sober, and very much enjoys parties and formal events

owed starters (1/3) qi yan

nesryn faliq - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

nesryn is not a dancer, but she will chat and explore. she's definitely curious about the museum and wants to see what she can spot while there's much more lack security than usual

owed starters (0/3)

nie mingjue - going with lan xichen

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

mingjue is ultimately a kind of stiff guy, but he does like social functions and is kind of surprisingly fun. he'll drink and party like anyone else, he'll just always have one eye out for any kind of trouble or danger

owed starters (0/3)

qi rong - going with xuan ji

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

i mean... this is a psychotic cannibal. i don't know what you want from me here. he's going to cause problems on purpose and no one should be shocked about that very obvious fact

owed starters (0/3)

renesmee cullen - blind date with tahiri veila

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

ness is here to party and that's it. she will be getting a bit messy drunk, but don't tell her parents or their aunts and uncles thank you very much. they don't want to have that conversation right now

owed starters (1/3) alice cullen

rhiannon matthias - going with andarna

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

rhi is now fully aware, and kind of having a freak out about having asked out her best friend's dragon. but they're also not unhappy to be out with andarna so? it's an awkward time but they're trying to have fun. and if that fails she'll go out the window

owed starters (2/3) violet sorrengail, andarna

ryden samos - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

bro is not thrilled with his current romantic situation, but he was invited to this thing, and he figured why not give it a shot? he's just gonna be trying not to brood, maybe meet some new people if he can and avoid his problems

owed starters (0/3)

sheev palpatine - going with astraea illen

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

officially he's drinking, but the man's actually had the same glass of champagne all night. he does not get drunk, it's bad for both his image and his paranoia. will definitely dance and talk to people though

owed starters (3/3) leia organa, samara palpatine, sabina palpatine

shen qingqiu - going with luo binghe

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

my guy is a mess, and the last time he went to one of these, he got messy drunk and exposed his entire secret backstory. will that prevent him from drinking at this party? definitely not. good luck bro

owed starters (1/3) liu qingge/sha hualing

shi wudu - going with samara palpatine

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

shi wudu is a bit of a stuck up ass, so he's definitely the type to judge people while drinking over actually having fun at an event, but he's not entirely opposed to company for that particular activity

owed starters (1/3) shi qingxuan

thanatos - going with zagreus

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

than is ultimately just not a social creature, and they will absolutely be in a corner observing and chatting with whoever approaches them more than anything else. they're perfectly comfortable here, just very much an introvert

owed starters (1/3) syrena cordella

wen qing - going with jiang cheng

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

wen qing is awkward at best at parties, but she's surrounded by people who enjoy them, so they try her best to have fun and enjoy themself. a few drinks in and they'll be a lot more fun, i promise

owed starters (0/3)

xaden riorson - going with violet sorrengail

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

he showed up an hour late. do not ask why. xaden's pretty stiff at formal events, honestly, but he'll have drink or two and people watch from his corner. the only way you're getting him to really have fun though is if you're one of his friends or his girlfriend

owed starters (0/3)

xiao lanhua - going with dongfang qingcang

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

girl loves a party, and will be interacting with literally every random person she can. they're having a great time, and will probably get just the wrong side of messy drunk unless someone stops them

owed starters (0/3)

xiao qing - blind date with rose hathaway

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

honestly, they signed up because they thought a blind girl going on a blind date would be funny. she's a menace, but knows how to have a good time and will probably try to interact with a bunch of new people

owed starters (1/3) rose hathaway

ziva desilijic tiure - flying solo

drinking || dancing || general chatting || exploring the museum || people watching || snacking in the corner || flirting || looking for an out || chaos

ziva is in her element at things like this, she honestly could almost be called hedonistic, and will be dancing and flirting like there's no tomorrow. they're here to have fun and maybe bring someone home, nothing else

owed starters (1/3) zash baen

[reddogf13]

beekeeper Ethan AU

i just started a little fanfiction idea, but am stuck in the -wanna get to the good parts, but the beginnings slow-. so im sharing the plot idea early here to satisfy it. :v//

so basically, Ethan's mold and the Dimitrescu sisters accidentally end up in a positive symbiotic relationship. i thought id be cool as real life insects do get positives from mold, or severe trouble.

leaf cutter ants farm mold to eat, while leaf cutter bees don't eat it, but build with it to keep nastier molds away.

while on the other hand you have deadly mold like cordyceps that kill insects to be zombie like. and i like to think that if Ethan was more aggressive like Eveline, then "his mold" may have worked like hers did. but being passive it takes a more -work together- approach.

it starts when, while fighting and not paying attention, Ethan is injured after a cliff fall and Bela gets stuck with him trying to survive the cold after being too gung-ho on chasing him out the kitchen window.

Ethan feels bad as he never wanted to kill anybody and decides to help her out. to easily stay warm and travel she basically attaches to him as the fly swarm. so now Ethan awkwardly travels with Bela as a crawling fly vest he really tries not to swat or scratch at as it crawls around.

Ethan originally was just gonna escort her back to the castle until he sees a large vanity get launched out the side of it. (Alcina assumes her daughters dead.) and so Ethan decides to take a rain check on going back there. earning him a few bug bites from Bela as shes, of course, pissed to be stuck with him in the snowy outsides. but unable to kill him as she'd die/ be stuck in the snowy village.

hes still trying to find his daughter while she tries to interfere as she still works for Miranda in a way.

but heres where rapid insect and mold evolution kicks in.

Ethan is unintentional shedding micro mold spores everywhere, but since hes not actively aware enough to influence them. they just die off pretty quickly and are extremely unnoticeable. however, since Bela is constantly attached to him, shes being dusted in the mold that manages to stay alive from close contact with ethans body. this doesint do anything really until she has to eat.

Ethan definitely doesin't want her drinking the blood off his wounds so he forces her to eat off all the dead lycans left on his path. which then really starts the positive cycle as Bela unintentionally brings back a little blood and rotten meat bits on the swarm.

the mold lives off of the human food Ethan eats, but its not the best for it. like actual mold it likes rotten or dead things. and after being lightly coated in it off the swarm it gets more of a vital boost. his healing improves and unknowingly the spores hes spreading briefly toxify the land.

the black god mold is old and aggressive, but ethan's was made to be a far more aggressive weapon. it becomes a anti black god fungal and poisoning its presence, including the amount infesting the girls/ lords. which changes their temperaments slightly the longer they linger around him.

bela's changes start by the insects growing bigger. promoting them to take off larger chunks of meat and return with more gore for the mold. their larger size also gave Ethan/ the mold better defense. when a lycan tackles him, they get attacked back by a pissed off swarm that rips chunks off them.

the swarm also begins picking up on more social, bee like, behaviors. talking is too much of a risk at times and a blizzard can be too cold for her to talk anymore. having the swarm "talk" or answer by a rolling wave or flash of movement.

which then eventually leads to her swarm growing fuzz to withstand the cold temps a bit better. overtime she is able to leave Ethan for a few minutes before needing to return. while before it was hardly for a sec or two. the swarm gets better at keeping still on him rather then constantly crawling. blending in more like a false vest unless someone gets a closer look.

i imagine chris and his squad had a heart attack when meeting Ethan again. pushing him around and then immediately receiving a hostile swarm attack. before Salvatore came crashing through.

eventually bela and ethan do figure out mirandas plans and that she really has no care for the lords. which infuriates bela into joining ethans campaign against her. they do eventually return to the castle where her family notices the extreme difference in their bugs.

having become more of a mutant vulture bee then a parasitic fly.

(vulture bees do exist and are pretty cool. :D)

bela's insects are two times bigger(and growing), have better communication across the swarm, better cold resist, stronger exoskeleton and a stronger bigger bite.

from here the girls learn to do other "bee things" like make a healing blood honey and propolis(bee glue) and begin sticking things from decorations to lycan bones as armor on ethan.

[ranchracoon]

"Devour" Ch. 4: Donations

Master Post

Chapter 3

With the sisters distracted, the new maidens become more familiar with their positions. Soon they even grow confident. You are there to help them as much as possible so that no mistakes happen, because once this week is over Lady Dimitrescu’s patience will be paper thin. They memorize their routines, the times that the ladies eat, and most importantly the house rules. It is a little funny to see them scramble out of your way, for they know one of the sisters won’t be far behind. 

The next few days the girls feed off you almost daily, but they also watch your every move, even when they aren’t present you can still feel their eyes. Their bites are less forceful and greedy, with each passing day returning to their prime selves and requiring less from you. You don’t mind it though, your arms, shoulders, and neck have become a tapestry of their bites; Each one like a tattoo with their own individual differences, and you know exactly which bite belongs to which sister. Every time you look at the bruises your mind begins to reminisce about the ghost of their fingers wrapped around your arms, or how their bodies curved against yours.

You shake your head at those thoughts trying to focus on something else. You still have no idea who washed your uniforms, but you have an inkling that it was Bela. She denies it every time you ask, but what gives her away is how quickly she denies it and the way she twirls her sickle more than usual when the subject is brought up. You try asking Cassandra or Daniela, but Cassandra doesn’t like being bothered more than once and Daniela would have cracked by now.

When they’re not doing their duties, one of them follows you around and makes you eat in the main hall to ensure you’re actually refueling. The only alone time you have is when you return to your bed chambers for the night to wash your uniform and yourself. Except for one, tiny, unexpected visitor. Every night this week you find a fly wandering your room, as soon as you notice it, it quickly leaves through the space under your door. It’s now a part of your nightly routine. When you return to your chambers, you begin to strip from your uniform, listening very intently until the sound of buzzing catches your attention and you start searching for it. Again, it can only be one of three people and all three of them deny having any part of it, saying they have better things to do than stalk you at night.

 The end of the week arrives faster than you like and you anxiously play with your tie, having to re-tie it because it keeps coming undone. The maids are ready; they’ve been lectured since they arrived that they would be required to donate blood. You have nothing to be nervous about, yet the anxiety still pours from every crevice on your body. Out of habit, you still wake up the Lady and her daughters as well as prepare their morning tea because it feels wrong if you don’t. In the kitchen you gather the attention of the staff and hand out sheets of papers with times on them, informing them that their tasks need to be done before their donations and to meet in the tasting room. With the exception of cooking staff who will be excused from lunch duty in order to do their donations and prep dinner in time. You aren’t hungry thanks to the nerves, but decide to eat a small portion of bread, cheese, and thinly sliced meat so as to not upset the ladies.

To give the staff extra time to pass out the rest of the times, while you take the rolling cart out into the main hall by yourself. This morning in particular Cassandra is the first to arrive, even before her mother which rarely happens but judging from her form barely remaining solid, she’s very excited. You approach the fireplace, feeling the heat lick at your back and cause beads of sweat to run down your spine. Cassandra looks you over and you swear you hear a purr coming from her, but it’s difficult to tell over the crackling of the fire. 

“Good morning Lady Cassandra, did you sleep well?” You ask while handing her a cup. 

“What did I say about calling me by my formal title? Mother isn’t here.” She replies before taking a sip. 

“Better safe than sorry.” You smile. 

“Hm. I could hardly sleep a wink, too excited about today. Speaking of, mind helping me with the donations today?” She asks sweetly. Too sweetly.

“I thought La-Bela was in charge of the donations?” You ask. 

“Normally yes, but I’m the more responsible one and took over.”

The two of you stared at each other in silence before she scoffed and rolled her eyes, “she lost a bet with me so now I get to do the donations and she has basement duty.”

“I see. Well I would be happy to help you.” You smile at her.

Cassandra smiles widely then leans back into her seat, holding her cup close to her face as she inhales the scent. Lady Dimitrescu arrives, the other two daughters following shortly after and taking their respective seats. Lady Dimitrescu smiles at you with a wide, toothy grin as she takes her cup and sips down the thick liquid. She sighs heavily and fixes her posture, you settle beside her and look up expectantly. 

“Are the maids ready Y/N?” Lady Dimitrescu asks. 

“Yes Ma’am. They all have their donation times, and after breakfast I will go down with Lady Cassandra after breakfast to assist her. Unless you have something else that you need me to do.”

Lady Dimitrescu raises an eyebrow at her daughter, “you may help Cassandra today. I expect you to return to your normal duties tomorrow, otherwise I request that none of you bother me today. Doing so will result in punishment for all four of you.”

Your body remains neutral but your face gives away your true feelings, with your brow furrowed you glance up at Lady Dimitrescu. Four? Why are you suddenly involved? As if she can read your mind, the lady looks down at you and gives you her infamous smile: the one that reaches up to her eyes making her crow’s feet visible. You open your mouth to say something but her facial expression is challenging you to do so, which makes you shut your mouth again and lower your head. She hums approvingly before standing and taking her leave, Bela stands and calls for other maids to come clean up. The irritation in her voice obvious. 

Before you can see anyone come out, hundreds of insects gather around you, tickling your exposed flesh along your neck. A few of them nuzzle their way up the sleeves of your uniform, it’s impossible not to let out a muffled giggle at the sensation. It’s uncomfortable, but not entirely unwanted either. The ground beneath your feet moves away as your body becomes weightless and all you can make out is the varying degrees of darkness and light around you. Eventually the ground returns to your feet making you wobble as you regain your balance after being carried, only to find yourself in the tasting room. 

It smells like sterilizer and wine, it takes a minute to adjust as you roll the sleeves of your shirt up to the elbows. Cassandra walks around the table in the center, clearing off remnants of wine bottles, glasses, and dirtied trays. She swipes her hand over the wooden table, clearing off any remaining debris before she kneels in front of a cabinet to bring out sanitizing wipes. You brush your hands over your vest and watch her, waiting for some sort of instruction of how to proceed to help her but instead she continues on as if you don’t exist. You sigh softly and look around at the dwindling numbers of wine bottles, their stash really is hurting this winter. Usually they never took wine from here, rather using the wine in the wine room first but times truly are strenuous this season. 

As your eyes drift back to Cassandra you see she’s already laid out the tubing for the pump machine, currently sanitizing them thoroughly. You cross your arms and tilt your head, she catches your look and pauses her work, mimicking your head movement. When she asked you to help, you had a subtle suspicion that she didn’t actually need it; she could probably do the entire setup with her eyes closed.

“You don’t actually need help with the donations do you?” You ask teasingly. 

“I do. You’re helping me right now.” She responds, returning to her work.

“How so?” You ask. 

“By keeping me company.” She answers without looking. 

There it is. You chuckle to yourself and lean against one of the shelving units currently standing empty. She wants your company, plain and simple. You're touched really, it makes your heart flutter knowing she simply wants your presence around even without doing anything. In fact, now that you think about it, Cassandra was the one who follows you the most even if she remains mostly in her swarm form, hardly ever wanting to be solid. This is the first time you’ve seen her fully formed, not a single fly out of place until you take a few steps closer and a fly lands on you.

“You know Cassandra,” you start off in a teasing tone, “if you keep this up, I might think you enjoy my company. Maybe even like me a little.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I tolerate you at best, and you’re far less annoying than my sisters.” She remarks coldly. 

You pause in your tracks, she glances at you underneath her hood but quickly returns her focus to her task. You narrow your eyes, unsure if that was her confirming or denying that she does in fact like spending time with you. Why else did she ask you to help only to stand around? A click with a pumping sound following catches your attention as you turn around to see the pump come back to life. You turn from facing Cassandra and take a seat in a chair near the machine, Cassandra materializes in front of you, her fists on her hips. 

“What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to donate some blood?” You respond a little dumbfounded. 

Cassandra leans over, her face merely inches from yours, your breath becomes heavier as you lock eyes with her. Ignoring the voice in your head screaming to glance down, you can’t, you won’t. Cassandra lets out a deep, husky laugh bringing up her gloved hand to brush your chin. 

“We’ve taken enough from you this week as is. Now get up before the first maid arrives.”

You push your sleeve down some and get out of the chair, she stands behind the machine and hands you some empty bottles that the blood will be deposited in. On cue the first maid arrives, she pushes the door open and nervously fiddles with her apron before approaching the chair. Her anxious eyes look up at you as you give her a reassuring smile, Cassandra steps forward between the two of you. Cassandra yanks the maid’s arm making her flinch, you move around and give Cassandra a look as you put a bottle down on the end of the machine with a tube inside. Cassandra pulls out a needle and the girl whimpers, she tries to yank her arm back but you can see the bruise forming from Cassandra’s grip. 

“Stop moving or I’ll cut you open and drain the blood.” Cassandra threatens. 

The maid bites her lower lip before she shushes up and holds still as Cassandra punctures the skin and the clear tube turns red. Cassandra straightens up and watches the blood flow from the maid’s arm, through the pump machine, and into the bottle near you. You look up to catch her golden eyes staring at you, you wonder if you should continue to tease her not. Maybe she’ll get irritated enough that she’ll admit that she’s the one who’s been in your room at night, then again, you didn’t want another maid to suffer. Before you can decide she looks away and impatiently taps her fingers against her arm, the only noise being that of the machine. After the maid has donated a pint the machine stops, Cassandra pulls the tubing from the maid’s arms and places a piece of cotton against her arm to stop the bleeding. 

You withdraw the tube from the bottle and cork it, one bottle makes roughly two bottles of wine. You put the pure blood bottle on a shelf behind you then replace it with a fresh bottle and watch Cassandra swap the used tube with a fresh one. The maid stands and looks over at you, you give her another half smile before Cassandra hisses to get her to leave. The next maid won’t be arriving for a few minutes, so you eyeball Cassandra at what her hurry is but she doesn’t look at you. 

“So..what was the bet you made with Bela?” You ask to pass the time.

“Oh nothing, but I made sure it was one I could easily win because I left something for her in the Chambers of Solace.” Cassandra chuckled darkly, “I made a maze out of our old equipment so now the Moroaică are spread out. I may have also hidden the key to the Special Chambers where Bela likes to hide her most prized possession.”

You perk up a little, “what’s Bela’s most prized possession?”

Cassandra looks at you, her eyes looking between the both of yours while she contemplates telling you. 

“It’s a blue glass eye that once belonged to a maid. I made her a ring to hold it but she says that it ‘gets in the way’ so, did all that hard work for nothing.”

“So the infamous Killer Cassandra does have a soft side. Making gifts for her sisters. Never would have guessed.”

Cassandra appeared on the other side of the table, her hands slamming against it hard enough that it shook. 

“If you tell anyone about either, I’ll slice your jugular and watch you bleed out.”

You swallow and nod your head in understanding before she swarms back over to continue her work. The rest of the morning goes smoother , a maid comes in, donates, they leave you alone with Cassandra, then another maid. During the moments of no maid you engage in small talk with her, she lightens up until another maid enters then she goes right back to being rough and cold. Daniela shows up halfway through-out the day with some food for you, you smile and take the tray from her, your hands brushing one-anothers as you do so. 

“I’ll come back later to pick this up from you.” Daniela smiles. 

“No need. We’ll give it to the next maid, who should be a part of the kitchen staff next.” Cassandra adds. 

“Oh. I see.” Daniela teases, she leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek. 

The kiss is longer than any other cheek kiss she’s given you, only when you think you hear a hiss from the otherside of the room does Daniela move away. She disappears and you take a seat in one of the chairs near the machine to eat, Cassandra looking at you from under her hood. After that you notice that every time a maid smiles at you, that maid gets treated harsher than the rest. The final maid comes and goes, you sigh under your breath as you put the last bottle into the storage rack while Cassandra takes apart the machine. 

She finishes sanitizing the tubes, machine, and other parts without speaking to you but uncharacteristically close to you the entire time. By the time she finishes the bells throughout the castle ring to signal dinner time. Cassandra removes her hood and brushes her hands through her hair groaning lowly. 

“Ugh, finally. I didn’t think I would last until dinner. I don’t know how Bela does this every month but then again, I now see why she’s such a bitch all the time.”

“Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad.” You say half-heartedly. 

“That’s true, I got to look at you the whole time.” She quipped back with a smirk. 

You scoff as you feel your cheeks warm up, she laughs which only makes your cheeks burn hotter while you cough into your fist and clear your throat. 

“Speechless hm?” Cassandra leans over your shoulder, “and here I was hoping to hear more of that lovely voice.”

You stand there unable to say anything, all day you thought about ways to get back at her and her sisters for how much they tease you. Now you’re blanking on how to respond. Cassandra places a kiss against the shell of your ear before pulling away from you. 

“Hm shame. Oh well, we better get going to dinner before mother becomes suspicious.”

Once again there’s nothing but blackness and weightlessness until you come crashing down in the main hall. This time however, you land in a seat with Cassandra on one side, Lady Dimitrescu on the other, and Bela and Daniela across from you. You swallow to keep from vomiting, this trip was rougher than the first and it took you a moment to recompose yourself. 

“Y/N, how did the donations go?” Lady Dimitrescu asks. 

“Good My Lady, everyone arrived on time and no one passed out. I will check in with the staff before I retire for the evening.”

“Excellent. We will take the remaining barrels of wine and start integrating the blood immediately. The fresher the blood, the better the taste. Good work my daughters, you are dismissed. Y/N, I will have my dinner in my chambers please.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Lady Dimitrescu stands and walks away to her private chambers, the maids roll out the meal and you lean over to whisper to one of them about making a separate cart for Lady Dimitrescu. The maid nods her head and takes her leave as you visibly relax a little, which is a bit funny considering the rest of the staff is stiff and nervous around the daughters. With their mother out of ear shot, Bela dissipates and smacks Cassandra before reforming in her chair. 

“What was that for?” Cassandra yelled. 

“That’s for the mess you made in the cellar.”

Bela swarms and hits her again, “and that’s for hiding the key to the Special Chambers. Where is it?”

“I don’t know.” Cassandra replies as if she's bored.

“I swear on Mother Miranda I will throw you outside.” Bela threatens.

“Oh please, as if you could catch me. We all know I’m the fastest.”

“In bed.” Daniela coughs. 

“Shut up Daniela.” Cassandra growls. 

Daniela gasps and looks between them, you lower your head and attempt to finish your dinner. The bickering eventually becomes background noise as you tune it out, stifling a laugh every once in a while when Daniela mocks one of her sisters. Eventually Cassandra throws her hands up and leaves, Bela scoffs and disappears too leaving you alone with Daniela who snaps her fingers for the maids to take her food. 

“Thank you for bringing me lunch Daniela.” You say to her.

Daniela looks up at you, she stands up and walks over to you, briefly her eyes flash down before meeting your eyes again. 

“Pleasure is all mine.” She responds before kissing both of your cheeks and leaving too.

 You swallow and return to the kitchen to get the second cart with Lady Dimitrescu’s food, rolling it through the main hall, carrying it down the stairs, and lastly to her chambers. You knock on her door and she orders you to come in, you roll the cart inside leaving it there as she dismisses you with a wave of her hand. After checking in with the kitchen and yard staff you return to your chambers, occasionally hearing the faint voice of Bela or Cassandra still yelling at each other. Inside your room you found your uninvited guest quickly, they weren’t even trying to hide. What caught you off guard was finding two more uninvited guests as you partake in your nighttime ritual.

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[thewritersaddictions]

House Dimitrescu: Lady Dimitrescu- Bloody Good

Pairing: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Bloodthirst, fluff, a little bit of angst, vampires, indulging, gluttony, anger, (Talk of Heisenberg for like a second because he pisses off Dimitrescu on purpose), injury for the reader, mentions of Bela, Casandera, and Daniela, hurt reader,

Summary: When her blood thirst is on high alert. The reader offers to help Alcina but things can get out of control quickly especially when Alcina is indulging herself.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.6k

Resident Evil 8 Master List // House Dimitrescu Master List

The closer the wine gets to being out the closer Alcina is starting to loose her cool. Just last week she came back from a family meeting, she was seething. Her eyes were red and she was more then okay with tearing through the castle before I was able to hear her slam her bedroom door. 

Her daughters watched from the balancys in the main hall. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. Before they could even get to talk about why their mother was so pissed I looked up from the stairs. “Don’t you three worry about your mother. She’s got a few bones to pick with that Heisenberg boy is all.” I said trying to distract them from their mothers outrageous behaviour. 

The girls didn’t know and would probably would never know that the wine was dwindling down. Faster then Alcina could keep up. Their mothers rage was coming from that exact reason. She was worrying more then she would ever let on that her blood intake was starting to cause her to morph into the monster she knew that she would turn into. I shook that panic off my shoulders and walked out of the main hall after sooshing the girls back into their rooms. “You girls go chase the servants or something. Let me go to your mother.” I said.

Promises that their mother will be back to her excellent and loving self. That’s all I was doing in reality. Promises three young girls that they once again would have their loving mother back, telling them what a joy each of them was. I shook the anxiety from my bones as I walked out of the main hall towards the dining room, seeing that the door leading out towards the courtyard wasn’t closed I let the cool breeze of the mountains.

I crossed my arms and walked rather quickly over to her doors. I pushed them open and could hear the absolute rage that was pumping through the building. “For the love of FUCKING HELL. WHAT HAS THAT ABSOLUTE BAMBOO DONE?” Alcina was screaming, her voice seemed hoarse and the more she screamed the more things went flying through the air. 

Landing sharply on the floor. I walked up the steps careful to avoid the damages she had left behind. “Alcina?” I said quietly almost hoping that she would stop at my voice, but I was wrong. It didn’t stop not even when I stood in her doorway. The last thing I truly remembered was seeing her vanity go flying right where I was standing. Then a sheirk. 

When I awake Alcina was on her kness sitting next to her all to small couch. My head rested on the arm of the couch, and she had covered me with a quilted blanket. “Love? How are you feeling?” She asked me. Concerned was etched into her face, and her voice was the same. “Well I am okay. I was more worried about you.” I said even through the sun that was shining through the windows was hurting my eyes, and there was an ache in my bones I felt just fine. 

That was before I planned on moving. “Worried about me?” She asked me like she hadn’t been having a tantrum just a few moments ago. “Yes baby. Worried about you. You’ve been raging and throwing things for many days now. The girls are starting to worry about you as well.” I said softly as I tried to get up from the position on the couch. My arm ached out in pain. I looked down as the pain and noticed that the nice white quilt was turned a deep shade of red. “Fuck that hurts.” I mumbled out. “I can’t be here right now.” Alciana said, getting up floor. 

“Wait.. No where are you going?” I asked, begging. Wanting to know, “I just can’t… I’ll get a maid to come up her and help you dearie.” She said, but before she was out of my reach and pushing throug the pain I reached my arm out and grabbed onto her wrist. My blood printing onto her proleain skin. “Y/n, why’d you do that.” She asked anger was starting to boil again. I know why Alcina getting like this. 

So, I can fix it. “I want to help you. Will you let me help for once please?” I begged her. Not yet letting go of her wrist. My grasps was starting to yes fail but that didn’t mean I had to stop looking straight at those beauitful yellow eyes. They always gave her away, gave her true thoughts away. “Please Alcina.” I begged once more. Alcina looked down at my hand wrapped around her wrist. Chewing at her lip, “If you’re thinking what I think you are. You’ve got no idea how dangerous that can get love.” She said softer this time. “I don’t care.” I said plainly. 

Alcina shook her head. “You do understand right?” She questioned me. I only shook my head. “I want you to use me. To curve that urge, to curve all that pent up anger you’ve got growing. I want my loving Alcina back.” I said calmly. I let go of her wirst in my hand and got up even with the pain shooting up through my body. Alcina looks over at me, “Alright let’s move you huh?” She says softly. She picks me up with ease, instead of moving to sit on the couch along with me she walks us towards her en-suite. She looks once at me when towards her very large clawed foot tub. When I give her a strange look she answers it with resolve. ‘For the mess darling.” It’s simply and enough for me. My heart is pumping as I felt Alcina slip the both of us into the tub. 

Alcina laid me down on her chest with my back facing her. She moved my hair out of the way. Her fingers are freezing. “You’re freezing Alcina.” I say quietly. She’s quick to console me comment. “Oh Dearie. Let’s just get comfortable.” She whispered into my ear. I shivered at the cold hands and intimate whispers. The thoughts of how it would feel didn’t even make it out of my mouth. Alcina was sinking her teeth into my neck and in the best of terms sucking the life from me. 

And in the oddest of ways, I felt more relaxed than ever before. The moans that slipped from my mouth didn’t go unnoticed. “Do you enjoy this Y/n?” She asked smugly. Alcina was taunting me, then her lips were back around my neck and shoulder. The arm that wasn’t aching came up to cup the side of Alcina’s face. I was enjoying this more than I thought I was supposed to. “Y/n you taste so fucking good.” She whispered into my skin. The harder and more Alcina sucked at my skin the further I fell into a deep and dark spell. “Alcina, you. You’re so good to me.” I mumbled.

As she sucked, her hands roamed around my waist and chest. Her hands were so much larger than mine, but so was most of her. The longer her lips stayed attached to my neck the longer I got the feeling of being dizzy. “You’re better than the wine I have at dinner baby. I think you might just have to feed me for the rest of my life.” Alcina said as she licked at the wound she had created. Her tongue sent tingles down my shiver and gave me a whole new world of sensations.

“Alcian, baby. I need a second I…” But she was already lost in the scent of my blood. It clouded her thoughts and ears from my words. I tried once more, “Please, you’ve got to… you’ve got to give me a second love.” I whimpered. But still more words went unheard until I tried to pull away. My head was dizzy and the more I moved the more I pleaded for my life. The harder my heart pumped in my chest, give all the wrong signals. “AlCain!  Please.” I cried out trying desperately to get away from my lover. She was only taken out of her blood-soaked daze when the tears from my cries came falling down on her tight grasp. “Y/n? Baby?” She asked into the cold air. I turned and the tears didn’t stop. 

Her mouth and chin were covered in my deep red shade of blood. She looked so wild, so improper. She was the exact opposite, her hair had come out of its curls. Her lips were more crimson than ever before. “I asked you… I asked you to stop and you just…” I was mumbling. Desperately trying to get out of the tub. Aches poured through my body. “Oh, Angel. I’m sorry” She said softly as she tried to reach out to me. I just needed a second. “Don’t touch me right now,” I said trying to catch a bated breath. Alcina looked hurt but I was one that was aching and blooding.

The silence was more than uncomfortable, it stayed this way for far too long. “Y/n, I’m sorry.” She said at first her words soft and quiet. “I… I didn’t mean to take advantage. You’re just amazing, and even so, you taste wonderful.” Alcain said softly as she reached out for me. My head rested on my arm over the edge of the tub. I closed my eyes and let her reach out for me. “I’m truly sorry. How about we get you fixed up and cuddle later?” She suggested and even though I was hurt. I couldn’t say no to her. I smiled, “There you are my love. There’s that beautiful smile I love.” She said.

Completed on: 02/20/23

Posted on:02/21/23

HOUSE DIMITRESCU-

[free-for-all-fics]

Max Phillips x Dimitrescu daughter prompt! Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of the ideas presented here and I’d love to read it! ❤️🩸

Resident Evil Village Crossover: You’re Lady Dimitrescu’s youngest daughter. You’re incredibly beautiful with your impressively tall height and you may still wear high heels because it’s such a power move to tower over everyone in the office. But your gothic style of black lipstick, black eyeshadow and vintage black clothing is off-putting to most people. You have a strange flower tattoo on your forehead; your sisters have matching tattoos and it’s almost like a birthmark. You wear a necklace and choker that you never take off; they’re family heirlooms that you’ve had since birth. All of your sisters have their own. Max swore you were ready to rip his head off after he tried to touch them while he snuck a peek at your breasts. You’re sexy even when you’re angry. Nobody has the balls to approach or talk to you except Max because you’re so scary despite your alluring beauty. (Or maybe it’s the fact you’ve eaten the flesh of employees for lunch and washed it down by drinking their blood. A girl’s gotta eat and it’s mostly the marketing department so who cares? Jerry will clean it up.)

The colored contacts you wear to hide your bright yellow eyes can’t fool him. He knew from the moment he met you that you were vampiric, but something about your kind is different from himself. Strange incidents occur after you move in with him: You scream at him whenever he leaves a window open during an unusually cold night or if the thermostat is set too low. You demand he close the window immediately and turn the thermostat up before you freeze to death. He should never do something so careless! Uhhh Babe, why are you so scared and angry? To Max it’s no big deal, it’s just a gust of cold air! But you accuse him of trying to murder you in your sleep if it’s ever too cold inside. You also get very upset whenever he kills flies or other bugs. Fly swatters are not allowed. You make him release them outside. What the hell is up with you? Whether at work or at home, you answer the phone every time it rings without fail. You never let him answer it for you, insisting you’ll get it no matter what you’re doing. You’re on the phone every day and from what Max overhears, he surmises you’re talking to your mother and/or sisters.

He doesn’t connect the dots until you take him home to Castle Dimitrescu in Romania. Wait, you grew up and lived in Romania all these years and he never saw or crossed paths with you while attending college here? He recognizes the castle upon seeing it on the drive up and his whole being fills with dread. He loves you greatly, but he knows of your family. What vampire hasn’t heard of Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters? They’re practically royalty and the head clan that act as judge, jury, and executioner over all vampires. Max has a big ego with an inflated sense of self-importance. He’s usually confident, cocky, charismatic, and seductive. But now he’s petrified at the mere thought of having to face your family. These vampires are cruel, powerful, and sadistic. They make him feel small and insignificant, like a pesky little insect that they can swat away or crush under their heels. (Sorry, babe. No pun or offense intended. He didn’t mean it that way. He’s just scared for the first time in his vampire life and doesn’t know what to expect. Is it too late to turn the car around and go home?)

He’s heard the horrific stories of cults, body mutilation, flesh eating, and blood drinking. The Dimitrescus are monsters that kill and eat other monsters. It’s a bit too extreme even for him, so he’s heeded the warnings. Men and monsters alike that were sent to Castle Dimitrescu never came back. You’re either a servant, a plaything, or food. He knows of your elder sisters, but why has he never heard of you? The stories claim that Lady Dimitrescu has only three daughters. You’re the youngest daughter and were more of a “surprise” that came along centuries after your sisters were born. You were an unauthorized Cadou experiment that was expected to fail, but you survived and Alcina kept your birth secret to protect you after an incident involving a man-thing named Ethan Winters. He almost killed your mother and elder sisters apparently, so you were never allowed to go outside the castle until you became an adult. It’s a long story for another time.

Mother Alcina and your sisters Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela want to meet this vampire you’ve told them so much about. You’re in love with him and he’s not a human nor a lycan, so they’re willing to look past the fact he’s a man. That doesn’t mean your sisters will behave, though. In their excitement, they’ll probably want to show him all around the castle and literally drag him from room to room. (Poor Max is gonna be introduced to the undead mutants and pet lycans you keep in the cellars.) They’ll want to play games with him and will probably play a little rough like they always do. They’re not perfect and can be a lot to handle with their personalities. Bela constantly needs approval and praise. Cassandra is the most sadistic and will want to show off her latest and greatest weapon/torture machine. Daniela is wild and delusional, often gets zoomies and bounces from activity to activity.

But for you, their beloved little sister, they’ll try to tone it way down. Key word: Try. Max is your lover and guest so no mutilating, torturing, or dismembering allowed! They can’t drink his blood anyway since vampire blood tastes disgusting and has no nutritional value. What does eternal life have in store for Max as the first man welcomed into the Dimitrescu clan? As your mate/future husband, what is his and your future like? Evan tried to get revenge and screw him over by kicking him out of college, but now he belongs to the most powerful vampire clan in the world and is living like royalty. Suck it, Evan!

[muffinsin]

Not particularly got anything planned, i think i’m going to draw for me without the pressure of college to try n get out of my art block🥹

I also will be sleeping, my sisters has been purposefully annoying me into meltdowns for the past week so i am fucking exhausted.

I’m going to be my delusional self and make imaginary scenarios with the cannibalistic powerpuff girls (the dimitrescu daughters)

-deluded anon

That sounds lovely!🙌 (doodle a tiny dot with wings for me? A lil Bela fly, by my personal talent standards XD

I can’t draw

Oh damn- that’s makin me feel hella lucky I got a good relationship with my sibling ;-;

As you should🙇‍♀️🙌

[rallamajoop]

Genres of horror, and some rampant speculations about Resident Evil 9

At time of writing, all we really know about Resident Evil 9 is there’s inevitably going to be one, because RE8 made bank. There are some supposed ‘leaks’ about their plans, but not much to suggest they’re genuine. Naturally, there’s no end of speculation online: will we be moving on from the Winters family? Will we see a returning protagonist like Jill Valentine? Will we be moving back to third-person viewpoint? Will we be continuing the trend of hiding the roman numerals somewhere in the title? Etc.

All well and good, but what’s got me wondering is whether we’ll be continuing the trend set by those last two titles, and jump into a whole new genre of horror for RE9.

See, as everyone already knows, Resident Evil 7 is basically one big love letter to the slasher horror genre. Using Cabin in the Woods conventions, we can narrow that right down to the classic Zombie Redneck Torture Family genre – not that the game lacks for other influences and references. You’ve got some found footage/analogue horror in the old video tapes, those creepy phone calls coming-from-inside-the-house, and a whole lotta Saw-style murder-escape-room shenanigans with Lucas. You’ve got some demonic possession, a creepy little girl, the list goes on – heck, I’m sure someone more familiar with slashers could list influences all day.

But rather than continue in the same vein for RE8, instead we take a big leap sideways over into gothic horror – and here I am qualified to tell you all about the wildlife. You’ve got your isolated Romanian village with creepy castle, your vampires, your werewolves, and a huge extra helping of Frankenstein. Moreau alone is like a one-man monster mash: Igor and Frankenstein’s monster smushed into one, with a bit of Monster from the Black Lagoon for flavour, named in honour of The Island of Doctor Moreau, and even a bit of The Hunchback of Notre Dame too.

The Dimitrescu family is dense with the Dracula references: the writers cite the Order of Dracul (ie. Order of the Dragon) as inspiration for her mutated form, and the her daughters with their fly swarms ape Stoker’s descriptions of Dracula and his brides coalescing from mist beautifully (with just a little bit of Renfield thrown in for added squick). The whole game is saturated in twisted fairy tale vibes too (cackling old hags and all!) with a little steampunk, and then there’s that haunted house full of creepy dolls – the list goes on and on. It’s all glorious stuff.

Which only raises the inevitable question: where could we possibly go from here? What other horror genres could work for Resident Evil, if (and this is admittedly a big if) the development team wants go for something as different again?

There’s no definitive horror-genre-list of we can refer to: categories overlap and bleed into each other at the best of times, and a google search for ‘horror genres’ doesn’t produce much consensus. A lot of ‘categories’ you will see listed are territory RE has already done to death: zombies are absolutely a valid genre, but is pretty much just another day at the office for RE. Psychological horror probably isn’t the kind of thing RE could hope to base a whole game around either: there are already psychological elements all through 7-8, but it’s more of a vibe than a real setting – and at some point in any RE, you’re going to expect to shoot something, or people won’t have got their money’s worth.

Lovecraftian horror may have more potential, but tends to come with more lore than will necessarily gel with the existing RE universe, and most other space or cosmic horror possibilities would run into similar problems. I mean, you certainly could tell us that the mould dates back to the Great Old Ones or that the progenitor virus actually came to earth on a meteor, but I’m not sure that’s the kind of ‘twist’ the series needs. Just because we want new territory doesn’t mean we’re ready to leave the planet.

That said, I do think there are places RE could go in the broader sci-fi horror genre, and that was when it hit me: imagine what Resident Evil could do with The Thing.

No aliens needed: just a small group of besieged survivors after some outbreak or lab accident, dealing with the fact that one of them (if not MORE) isn’t entirely human anymore. Whether RE frames that as an infection, a shape-shifter, a mind-controlling parasite, a chest-burster, or some horrible combination of the lot, you’ve got the perfect recipe for confusion and paranoia: A+ horror material.

Obviously, you’re going to need something for players to shoot at between big reveals, so naturally your monster can bud, or infect corpses or lab animals or whatever – all very doable. Throw in some influences from the likes of Alien or The Blob (how much scarier would the monster be if it can crawl up through your sink?) or maybe even Venom for good measure. Think of the possibilities!

Now, obviously, the inevitable twist of this kind of set-up is that You Are The Monster (or at least, you are a monster) – and this is where the possibilities of doing You Are The Monster in a first-person perspective hit me, because damn. You thought seeing Ethan’s hands go through the blender was freaky? Imagine continually catching glimpses of your own hands transforming in tense moments, and not knowing if it was a hallucination. You Are The Monster with the ambiguity of first person perspective could be intense.

Cliché as video-game-protag-with-monster-transformation can be, mostly it’s done as pure power-fantasy: rarely do we really get into the horror potential. Like the possibility of having control of your own player character wrenched away from you if the invisible-rage-meter gets too high, or of finding a body and having to wonder if the killer was you during a blackout period. If you can’t find a Resident Evil-worthy horror story in that, you’re not even trying.

I still don’t think RE needs actual aliens, or to send its next protag to explore a laboratory floating in orbit or anything, but taking some inspiration from the broader alien-horror genre could go some brilliant places.

Is that likely to be where Capcom is going with the series? Not a clue! It’s all speculation down here. And if it was really up to me, RE9 would be the Mia Winters story, covering all the backstory we never got about her involvement with The Connections, and pushing on into post-Village territory too (look, they said Ethan’s story is over, they never told us they’re done with the rest of the family!) But I doubt I’ll get that lucky.

With all that Village draws from RE4, we should probably be happy if they can just avoid another follow-up like 5 or 6, which leans so heavily into action and chasing increasingly wider audiences that everything that ever gave the franchise its own identity gets lost in the shuffle.

But while I’m speculating, we may as well go over the actual hints the game leaves us about where things might be headed next.

The big sequel hook RE8 ends on is the implication that the BSAA (the big international org responsible for preventing bio-terror outbreaks) has itself been creating bioweapons. But as hooks go, this is a little underwhelming for a few reasons.

For one, the BSAA exists in RE8 only as a sequel hook. That final scene where Chris is told the BSAA was sending bioweapons (!!!) comes virtually out of nowhere. The BSAA is mentioned in passing in one document you may well miss in the Winters’ home, and then not again until very near the end, when Chris watches a BSAA chopper crashing in the village. There were apparently plans for Chris’ section to involve a big three-way battle between his team, the lycans, and the BSAA, but in the final game, this has been cut all the way down the aforementioned cutscene, and to a single dead BSAA soldier you may not even find. Right up until that final ‘they’re making bioweapons!’ reveal, long-time fans are probably assuming Chris is still working for the BSAA himself. New fans probably haven’t caught on to who the BSAA are supposed to be at all.

Arguably, the implication that someone responsible for Ethan and Mia’s safety was working with Miranda all along is a lot stronger: someone tipped her off about Rose, and the couple weren’t moved right to Miranda’s doorstep by accident. That’s only reinforced by the game ending on Chris insisting ‘someone’s gotta pay’ (implied: for Ethan’s death). Trouble is, ‘the BSAA is working with Miranda’ really doesn’t tally with why they’d be sending choppers full of bio-engineered soldiers into the village at her moment of triumph. So is the problem that they’ve been working with her, or that they’re doing wildly unethical things while working against her? It’s all a bit incoherent.

The other reason I find it a pretty weak sequel hook is that, well, that’s pretty much how RE7 ended too ‒ only there, the company-that-may-actually-be-dodgy was a new incarnation of Umbrella, not the BSAA. The choppers that swoop in at the end are Umbrella-branded, and Chris spends a lot of his DLC being suspicious that the folks funding the clean-up aren’t trustworthy. But nothing comes of it – and RE8 drops that plot point so hard that the new-blue-Umbrella isn’t even mentioned. Maybe we’re supposed to take it they were always working with the BSAA, but it feels more like we’ve retconned Umbrella out of ever being involved in the first place. There’s even a whole ‘Incident Report’ file you can get with one of RE8’s DLCs which mostly exists to cast the BSAA’s actions post RE7 in the worst light possible.

Now, there may be some narrative sense in corrupting the BSAA, at least in that it’s much easier to tell horror stories about characters who can’t just call in a reliable, well-funded, multi-national org for backup. And ‘the BSAA is making bioweapons!’ is admittedly a more shocking reveal than ‘Umbrella is making bioweapons!’ could be. Honestly, the more shocking reveal would be that new-blue-Umbrella aren’t secretly making bioweapons, with Chris having to team up with them to take down the evil!BSAA in RE9 – though I’m less sure how far the novelty would go in practice. But ultimately, if Capcom were so quick to drop the big ‘new Umbrella!’ teaser from the end of RE7, why should we have any more faith they’re going to follow up on the ‘evil BSAA!’ teaser from RE8? It’s just not that compelling as a hook.

The Shadows of Rose DLC may or may not be any kind of clue. It tells us that Chris is still around and working with his dog-dog squad far into the future, and that people working with him are still researching the megamycete, but it seems more than likely RE9 won’t be set that many years ahead of the present day. Or maybe it wasn’t actually that far in the future at all, and Rose just ages supernaturally fast – I don’t think there’s a hard date on it, but no-one’s really expecting her to be the star of RE9, and I’d tend to agree.

For all that Chris ends RE8 promising “someone’s gotta pay!” I’d be amazed if he’s to be our next playable-protagonist either. There are plenty of other perspectives you could do that story from, even if he’s involved – and nothing about his post RE8 status quo suggests he’d work any better as a horror protag now than he did back in 5 and 6. Other old series regulars are likely to present similar problems.

There are other dangling plot threads they could always pick up on, like the question of who Lucas Baker was selling research data to in that one RE7 DLC. You could dig into the truly ancient history of the mould and those four huge statues, as hinted in that one really old document lying in the stronghold, or dig even deeper into that whole consciousness-storing mechanic. Or we could just drop all that and ignore the mould altogether.

Anything’s possible – including a bland re-tread of Village that takes no interesting risks, or an epic game-changing masterpiece that I don’t ever play because it’s even less my thing than RE7 was. And just to emphasise, none of these possible dangling plot threads are inherently incompatible with leaping into wild, new horror territory: The Thing could come busting out of one of the BSAA’s own labs, if need be. It’s all about the angle.

But if I can say one thing for the current state of the series, it’s they’ve left me incredibly curious about where they might take things next. I don’t know we’ll get something as different from RE8 as it was as RE7, but I might be just a little disappointed if we don’t.