#house dimitrescu will be the end of me

[caitlynmeow]

I always assumed lady Dimitrescu sat at the head of the table because. But look at this she’s sitting right across from her daughters like this is so much closer and she wants to look at all three of them and give them her undivided attention.

I’m sorry but this is the sort of mom who’d sit at the dinner table and have her kids talk none stop about their day with her nodding and giving appropriate remarks of praise and approval like no wonder those girls adore their mother like this she truly loves them and it shows

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hallo! Hope you're doing good!

I can’t remember if you've ever written something like this, but check this out:

What if there’s a story where reader and Donna start dating, but reader's dealing with her abusive parents? Donna knows about it too, but isn’t clued into how bad and serious it really is. One day, reader shows up to see and spend time with Donna and has some marks on her body. When Donna sees them, she gets super angry, but reader brushes it off and calms her down.

Then later, they get into an argument, and Donna raises her voice, which triggers the reader. She tries to hold it together, but when Donna gets closer and reaches for her own hair, the reader flinches, thinking she’s about to hit her. This sets off her PTSD.

In the end, Donna calms her down and suggests that the reader should move in with her.

Thank you:)

Yesss!!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))

Save me

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse

Word count: 6,835

Summary: Sometimes life is like hell to you...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

Normally, it didn't take you that long to leave the house. It was just another procedure, going out the door, promising that you'd be back soon... For an 18-year-old girl like you, none of those simple tasks should be difficult.

But, even if you were really just another villager, nothing special, your family was.

It's not that you were a rebellious girl, you never were. You were always an obedient girl, devoted to Mother Miranda like any of the villagers. You didn't disobey, you didn't protest... You couldn't do it either.

The Black Gods were merciful, or so they said, although with you... With you, they were too unfair. Every day, all you heard were screams, unfair scolding. Your body didn't receive hugs, caresses, not even your ears could relax with some soft words of support, some that should come from the two people who gave you life.

Your parents weren't like the others. Maybe at first, in the innocence of your childhood, you thought that way, that severity could be beneficial for your future, but as you grew up, you realized you were wrong.

The blows were common, the screams were routine. No matter what you did, for them, you did everything wrong, you did everything to anger them.

It could be a good reason to try to escape from that village, so the Black Gods would stop laughing at you, but it wasn't. No one could leave that place. No one was going to protect you. Your life was already written in indelible ink.

You could only do what many of your friends did to run away from their homes (although due to reasons less logical than yours). You could work at Dimitrescu Castle as a maid, but you thought yourself so useless, you thought yourself so stupid that you didn't even try.

If severity served to achieve a better future... Where was yours? The screams, the beatings, made you start to believe those unfair words, that you weren’t a worthy daughter, that you would never be one.

However, you had another option, the worst of all. You could throw away your principles, the interest you always had for women, and marry one of those brainless peasants. Yes, that way you could leave that house but you didn't know what was waiting on the other side. You could improve, form an unwanted family and forget about your past but, besides the fact that you would never be able to escape from your parents... How could you know if that boy wasn't the same, or even worse than them?

There was no way out and the idea of ​​a loveless marriage wasn’t in your plans.

You thought that maybe you didn't deserve to live, that this horrible treatment was the direct consequence of offending the Gods. Darkness no longer belonged only to the village, it had taken over you.

Giving up was easy, the coward's way, but you didn't see that you had any other option. The Gods apparently noticed that change, that apathy, the bottomless precipice that your life was heading towards. To them, to Mother Miranda, to the Lords, you were just caged animals that had to accept their fate, no matter how terrible it was.

But suddenly, your life changed, the Gods played with you, making it worthwhile to continue listening to screams.

The youngest one, the mysterious lady in black who was barely a shadow to the villagers, Donna Beneviento, found something in you that forced her to come closer.

Maybe it was your tireless prayers for those dark deities to release you from your suffering, maybe it was the beauty you were born with, the desire to have fun with you that someone like her could have.

It wasn't like that. The lady in black didn't come over to play, she didn't scold you for your eternal tears, for your pleas, she just stayed watching you, like a bad omen, like a harbinger of darkness.

Little by little that routine was repeated, always in the same place, always at the same time. Your tears stopped running down your cheeks. For some reason, you wanted her to see you in a different way, to not be the sad and hurt girl you used to be. Her silent presence somehow calmed your laments. You had lived through too many horrible things to be afraid of her.

According to her, that was what caught her attention. Your lack of fear, your apathy, your relaxed way of seeing her presence, of feeling that she was close, were the reasons that pushed Lady Beneviento to come even closer, to ask your name and what was the reason for your constant prayers.

What at first seemed like a curious approach stopped being so. The old chapel stopped being your meeting place. And there were no prayers, no supplications, no tears, just something strange that happened on your face every time you met Donna and her doll, something that you started to do without realizing it: smile.

Smiles, conversations, even funny moments thanks to the Angie doll… All of that became your new motivation to come home every night, to endure the screams, the beatings, to wish for a new day to come, and to be able to see her.

Her beauty surprised you, her beauty lacking that horrible black veil, her bright eye, the face of a wounded and sick woman but that emanated pure beauty, emanated that feeling you also had, love.

Your first kiss was one more sign that someone or something had heard your pleas. She loved you, you loved her. There was nothing that could make you happier at that moment, the moment when the lady shyly confessed her feelings, confessed that she didn't see a friend in you, that she saw the woman of her life.

Sobbing, you walked through the forest, on your way to the old estate, like every day, and, like every day, you had to deal with the hell that was your home. Going through hell to get to heaven… It was a rather poetic way of looking at it.

Of course, your parents never knew and they never would, hopefully. She was a Lord, but… But you belonged to them. Telling the truth about the reason for your daily escapades would only trigger more blows.

“D-Donna?” you asked timidly, wiping away your last tears, erasing from your mind your father's screams, your mother's scorn.

“Oh, (Y/N),” the Lord's hoarse and soft voice had become a magic eraser for all your suffering, along with the elegant sound of her heels on the wooden floor.

The movement of the lady's black dress was always a hypnotic dance, one that forced your corners of your mouth to rise mercilessly.

“H-Hi,” you stammered with a smile that faded when you looked at her face, one that wasn’t like every day, she seemed worried.

“Tesoro…” she sighed, slowly approaching and cupping your face in her hands. “Amore mio… I thought, I thought you wouldn't come anymore,” she whispered, kissing you softly, showing you the reason for that unusual expression. “That you would have forgotten about me.”

The contact of her soft lips sent reassuring signals to your entire body, letting it relax in her arms, with her constant caresses.

“I could never forget you, Donna,” you sighed, burying your head in the black fabric of her dress, letting her chest serve as support, as a balm for the memories of the screams just a moment ago. “Sorry for being late.”

“W-Well, the important thing is that you came,” she said, with the smile that made you fall in love, one that was for you, exclusively for you.

You nodded slowly, hugging the lady and closing your eyes, causing your ears to be distracted by a shy laugh that emerged from her lips as she pushed you away.

“Aren't you saying hello to me?” a different, higher-pitched voice caught your attention.

Of course, the Angie doll also seemed happy about your presence, she was even annoyed that you were running to her owner and not playing with her.

“Sure, hello, Angie,” you said, bending down to be at the height of the doll, who kindly hugged you quickly with an evil laugh.

“Do you want to play?” the puppet asked, always used to having a fun time with you, or with both of you, if possible.

Seeing her owner smile again seemed like enough reason to stop making fun of you like at the beginning but… Somehow you started to think if that doll was more aware of your situation than Donna.

“No, today, today I wanted to be with Donna,” you said softly, getting up to find yourself again with the protective arms of the lady in black, who didn't waste a moment to have you as close as possible.

“How boring,” Angie protested, crossing her arms, but suddenly changing her attitude, climbing up your body in a comical way.

“Angie, lasciala estare…” the lady murmured, picking up the puppet, who had hooked herself onto your body, watching you from close, very close.

“Hey, you! Why are you crying?” the doll asked, being dragged away from you by her owner. “Donna, Donna, the fool is crying again.”

Just as you suspected, that doll saw much further than Donna could do.

Lady Beneviento was a sick woman, horribly jealous and possessive. The circumstances of your delay didn't matter to her. The furrows on your cheeks didn't attract her attention. What she valued was only that you had returned, that you hadn't forgotten her.

You knew her past, her sad and almost eternal loneliness. That cold and perhaps slightly dark appearance wasn't an impediment to your heart melting for her, rather it was an advantage. You knew that Donna would do anything for you, if she saw you crying... You didn't know how she would react.

“Oh, no, it's nothing,” you said with a fake smile, wiping your face clumsily, making the trace of those salty tears disappear.

“It's true, tesoro,” Donna said, frowning and coming closer again, gently removing your hand from your face. “(Y/N), you’ve cried…”

“Oh, it's nothing, really, I've had a bad day,” you lied, downplaying it with a fake shine in your eyes.

“Mm,” she murmured, with a distrustful look, lifting your chin. “You argued with your parents again, right?” she asked with a soft, understanding voice, accentuating her concern with a gentle caress on your hair.

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, lowering your head, embarrassedly allowing a discreet tear to fall on the brunette's hand. “That's why it took me a bit longer.”

Donna sighed, softly kissing your cheek, brushing away with her lips the trace that your mother's slap left on your skin, the internal pain you endured.

“You argue a lot with them,” she commented, taking your hand and guiding you through the mansion.

Her voice sounded sweet, but in her words you could notice an accent that was perhaps more marked than usual. Those small subtle changes were signs, they were ways that Donna had of unintentionally showing an incipient concern, a concern that you wanted to get out of her mind.

“Yes, well, like all parents with their children, I guess,” you said with a sweet look, one that you had spent a lot of time rehearsing.

“Mm,” Donna murmured, pointing to a sofa for you to sit on. “My parents also scolded me sometimes.”

“Really?” you asked curiously, trying to identify your girlfriend's apparent concern, one that was becoming more and more evident. “I-I thought you were a good girl.”

“Yes, the truth is that I used to obey my parents but… Well, you know, kid stuff, I guess,” she explained in a relaxed tone. “Sometimes I couldn't help but get a scolding from my father for stealing materials to make my own dolls.”

You laughed amused, imagining that endearing scene in your head.

“But... I-I don't understand why a girl like you could get into trouble enough to be constantly arguing, (Y/N). Sometimes I think you're hiding something from me,” she said next, cooling her gaze, searching for something in yours, something she couldn't fully understand.

“What? Oh, no, no. I would never hide anything from you, Donna,” you said, knowing that you were lying, that the fear of retaliation from your family was always present even though they weren't. “They're just very strict.”

“Then I suppose you won't have any problem talking to me about the reason for the argument,” she said with a serious tone, with an attentive look, waiting for a rational explanation and not the usual lies.

“Well, I...” you began, moving away, with your father's screams resonating in your head, the questions, the accusations they made every time you left the house to see your girlfriend. “T-They don't really like me leaving the house.”

The lady in black arched her eyebrow and blinked in confusion, nodding for you to continue.

“They think, they think I'm dating someone,” you continued, looking away at the wooden floor, controlling the fear in your hands, your only defense against their physical attacks. “You know.”

“Well, that's true,” Donna said with a smile, moving closer to kiss you softly, something that made Angie protest, eliciting a soft laugh from your lips.

“Ugh,” the doll complained.

“What's their problem with that?” Donna asked, ignoring the doll's grumbling and taking your hand. “You're not a child.”

“Yes, I know, but…” you murmured, noticing how your body began to tremble, how all your fears materialized in an irrational way. “It doesn't matter, Donna, they are like that way.”

“What way?” the brunette insisted, with an impatient voice, one that demanded a firm and confident answer, one you didn't have. “(Y/N) stop lying to me, you're hiding something from me.”

“I've already told I’m not,” you said with a gruff voice, perhaps a bit raised in tone. “Besides, I didn't come to talk about my parents, I came to be with you.”

“Don't talk to me like that,” the lady growled, annoyed with your attitude. “I just want to know why every time you come to this house you're crying.”

“You wouldn't understand,” you said in a whisper, looking away again.

“Do they hurt you?” she asked in a different tone.

You should have known that someone like Donna wasn't easy to fool, but you decided to continue with the lie. You were trash, trash didn't deserve to be worried about it.

“No,” you said in a fake voice, with a tone that made the lady sigh and caress your hand harder.

“Mm,” she murmured, moving away and kissing the back of your hand. “I would never allow anyone to hurt you, you know that, right?”

“I know, Donna, but, but you're worrying too much. My parents are strict and that's it. I understand that they worry about their only daughter and that... Well, that they want who I'm dating.”

“There's a very simple solution to that, tesoro, just tell them,” Donna commented, nodding. “I'm convinced that if they know you're with me, they'll leave you alone.”

“No!” you suddenly shouted, waving your arms. “N-No, they, they can't know.”

“Why? Are you ashamed of me?” she asked, with a different look, offended. It was definitely not a good day.

You hissed, shaking your head. Poor Donna had many problems, many insecurities that complicated your relationship. You didn't make a great effort to act better, to make her see the reality of your situation. You knew that wouldn't bring anything good.

“No, Donna, I'm not ashamed of you,” you said with a dark tone. “But they are very... Very traditional. They would never allow me to be with a woman.”

“Sciocchezze,” she murmured, taking the hand you withdrew. “I’m a Lord, what they think doesn't matter. What I say and how I say it will be done, by the glory of Mother Miranda, do you understand?”

“I wish it were that simple,” you sighed, managing to hide a tear that fell down your face once again.

“It is for me, why it isn’t for you?” she asked again, relaxing her nervous voice, analyzing your face while her hands caressed it, removing from it the damage it always suffered.

“I don't know, Donna,” you said with a sob, something that made the brunette move away, changing her stern face for a soft one.

“Shh, amore mio… don't cry, I didn't mean… Oh, please, come, come here, hug me, tesoro,” the lady said with a sweet voice, pulling your body to lean on hers, so you could enjoy that ephemeral protection. “Forgive me, (Y/N), I didn't mean to talk to you like that.”

“I've, I've had a bad day, that's all,” you said against her clothes, swinging next to her in a silent embrace.

“Well, calm down, you're with me now,” she said, kissing you softly, wiping those tireless tears from your face. “Let's forget it, okay? Let's enjoy our time together.”

The tension finally dissipated, regaining some of the lady in black's sanity, leaving her uncomfortable questions aside and making you spend, as always, one of the best days of your life.

A quiet meal, a moment of reading together, a walk around the grounds. Little things that blurred your fears, that clouded your sense of time and space, something that wasn’t good at all, for you.

The clock struck the hour, just when those kisses and caresses were starting to get out of hand. You had never done anything further from pure innocent affection, and of course, making love to Donna was on your long list of pending wishes, but it was never possible.

Time wasn’t your ally, it wasn’t your friend. It was your worst enemy. That tangle of messy kisses, of naughty hands under your clothes, made you forget what time it was, what time of day it was. You hadn't come home for dinner. You hadn't come back on time and that would have consequences.

The lady in black was always understanding. Her carnal instincts to possess you were always blurred by your worried face, by your sudden escapes. At first it was a game, you were a kind of Cinderella who had to return before midnight, but, little by little, Donna's sighs betrayed more impatience.

Surely it had nothing to do with sex, surely what Donna saw, but at the same time was unable to find out, was your atrocious fear of returning to hell, to your home.

There were no lights in the old cabin. There was no trace of your tormentors. It could be that they had fallen asleep, that they had grown tired of waiting for you. That illusion made you smile, walking in the dark, with stealthy steps, to your room. You weren’t aware that danger always lurked around the corners of that house, always.

“Young lady…” your father's slurred voice stopped you in your tracks, making you freeze. “May I know where you're coming from?”

“Father,” you said with a sigh, lowering your head. “I've just been with my friends.”

“With your friends…” the man growled, finishing his glass of wine, getting up from the armchair where he was waiting for you, like a beast lurking in the dark. “Liar!”

“F-Father…” you muttered nervously, unable to move from the spot. “Father, please.”

“What the fuck have you been doing?” he hissed, suddenly grabbing you by your hair, pulling it back. “You're not fooling me, (Y/N), I know what you're doing…”

“I-I'm not doing anything, father, I swear…”

“Silence!” he shouted. “You're three hours late, young lady, your mother was waiting for you for dinner and how do you thank her? Disregarding her work,” he snapped at you, pulling your hair harder.

“I didn't mean to be late, I'm, I'm sorry,” you begged, hissing in pain, something that never worked for you, nor would it work on this occasion. “Father, let me go.”

“You're a bitch! You're probably fucking someone, aren't you? A whore like you is what she does…” he hissed, throwing you to the floor with a push.

“No, father…” you whispered in an inaudible voice, protecting your face with your hands.

“You're a disgrace! Do you want to be the village whore? Let some idiot get you pregnant? Be a single mother?” the man asked, bending down threateningly while you shook your head.

“No…” you said in a darker tone, much more dangerous than usual. A terrible idea. “You have no idea, father.”

“Do you dare to face me?” he asked, laughing mockingly. “Agatha! Hold this brat! She needs to learn a lesson…”

Your mother obeyed and the beatings began.

Your screams didn't matter, your protests weren't heard. Pain, humiliation, crying… It was all you could feel at that moment. Every kick, every blow acted mercilessly in your mind, erasing each of Donna's kisses, the softness of her hands on your skin, her words of love clouded with each of the lashes on your body.

It was always the same, always the shadows eclipsing your light. Every night you cried, you begged to get out of that place, and every night it was harder to do so. Donna would always wait for you the next day, she would always refresh your memories, make your pain disappear.

Could you endure a life in hell? Could you live misfortunes every day just for the reward of spending a few hours in paradise?

Over time, those questions stopped having answers.

The next day, the demon was still in your life, your tormentors were waiting for you to serve them like every day. Your whole body hurt, the marks of the blows stood out on your body, on your face.

Even though, as always, you were going to leave your hellish life for a moment, looking in the mirror, reality fell on your shoulders again.

Donna didn't deserve that concern, that feeling of guilt for something she wasn't guilty of. She couldn't see you like that, she simply couldn't.

She would surely be angry with you for not having let her know the harsh reality of your problems. She could take it personally at best. At worst, she would simply despise you. She would see you as a coward incapable of facing your weak mother and an alcoholic beast.

You couldn't take the risk, you couldn't put at risk the little happiness was in your life. You had to keep quiet, silence your problems, hide them, cover them up…

Taking the meaning of that phrase literally, you decided to paint your wounds with makeup, hide your bruises, your misfortunes. You didn't want your life to revolve around your problems, Donna's smile was the only reason you didn't give up, and you didn't plan on giving up on her.

Luckily, leaving the house was easy that day. Neither your father nor your mother seemed to want to interrupt you. Your body was totally sore. They surely believed that you wouldn't get far. After all, who would want to play with a broken toy?

“Ciao, tesoro,” the lady said, opening the door when you knocked, granting your lips the grace of a soft kiss, a strange caress on your face.

Your body trembled, suffering the pain of her soft hand from your hidden but silent blows. She would never notice, but even so, her face became thoughtful.

“I notice you look different today, (Y/N),” she said in a soft voice, guiding you into the mansion, enjoying the contact with your skin, one terribly painful, but that you managed to hide.

“Oh, well... I wanted, I wanted to be pretty for you,” you said blushing when the lady ran a hand over your made-up cheek, frowning. “Do you like it?”

“Mm, I like how you are, you don't need that absurd makeup to come here,” she said, laughing amused and grabbing your waist, a serious mistake. Your father's blows had reached that point and they hurt, they hurt terribly.

You couldn't help but writhe in pain at the contact, emitting a slight hiss that Donna, of course, didn't overlook.

“Are you okay?” she asked worriedly, looking at the place she had touched, playing with your clothes. “What is it that...?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I'm fine,” you said hastily before the woman in black lifted your shirt to reveal the marks of torture. “I just have… Gas.”

“Gas,” the lady repeated with a distrustful voice, moving her hand away, luckily.

“Yes, um… I think, I think I ate too much yesterday,” you said, pretending an amused and embarrassed voice.

“Ha, you fart girl!” Angie shrieked, pointing at you mockingly.

“Angie…” Donna whispered, shaking her head. “Amore mio, can I do something for you?”

Get me out of this hell…

“No, no, it'll pass,” you said, downplaying it, guiding her hand to surround your waist again in a place your father hadn't marked.

“I can make you some tea, I'm sure it’s going to be good,” Donna said kindly, rubbing your belly in a motherly way.

You nodded with a genuine smile, stealing a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Stupid mortals…” Angie commented, walking with you to the living room. “Does your stomach hurt, silly?”

“Yes,” you said amused, sitting down when the lady walked away to prepare your tea with a smile. “You don't know what that is… It hurts a lot.”

“I don't want to know,” Angie said amused, getting off the couch and looking for a deck of cards. “Cards?”

“Oh, um, okay…” you sighed, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. Every time you did, your wounds burned, reminding you of that horrible night, making you unable to enjoy the time you had with your beloved.

“Uh… Your stomach isn't there, silly,” Angie said with a suspicious tone, pointing at your hand, which unconsciously went to your side with a hiss. “Come on, spit it out, what are you hiding?”

“Nothing, I'm not hiding anything,” you said with a firm voice. “I'm just tired, that's all,” you explained, taking the deck with your aching arms. “What do you want to play?”

“Mm, I don't know,” the doll said, sitting at the coffee table, with a slightly different tone, lacking the usual irreverence. “Let me give you some advice, (Y/N)…” she whispered in a soft tone, looking at the elevator hallway in case Donna appeared.

“What advice?” you asked shuffling those cards, leaving your mind free of pain, or trying to, at least.

“Donna hates being lied to, silly. Just keep pretending that nothing is happening, and you'll see…” Angie commented, making your heart stop.

“What do you mean?” you asked, nervous, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. “Angie, I… I don't know what…”

“Stop taking us for fools, you silly villager… You can pretend all you want but… How much makeup will you need next time?” Angie said, leaving you petrified again. “You're stupid, (Y/N), Donna may be stupid enough not to know what's going on here, but I'm not.”

“What…? What do you think is going on?” you asked in a fearful whisper, the cards shaking in your hand.

“Someone is hurting you,” Angie said. “Donna doesn't like you being hurt.”

“No, Angie, you're, you're wrong…” you said sighing, incredulous at her accurate accusation. “What makes you think that?”

“It's not the first time I've seen something like that in a villager like you. Donna never notices those details because she's stupid, but I do, I see, you know?”

“You're wrong,” you said with a shaky voice, dealing the cards the best way you could.

“Really? What if we take a look?” the doll said, lunging towards you to lift your shirt, something you immediately prevented.

“Stop, Angie, please,” you protested.

“Angie, basta,” Donna said, saving you from the undeniable revelation, the discovery that the doll was right, mysteriously right...

“But Donna, (Y/N)...” the doll protested, pointing at you effusively. “Listen to me, Donna, she...”

“Go away, leave us alone, don't you realize she's sick?” the lady said, taking the doll down from the table as she kicked furiously. “Leave her alone, come on, get out.”

 “Silly Donna,” she hissed already on the floor, crossing her arms and walking out of the little corner.

“What's wrong with her? Did she lose again?” the lady asked, carefully serving you a cup of tea, with an amused smile.

“I don't know,” you said faking a smile, reaching out your hand towards the offered cup. “Thank you, my love…”

“Drink slowly, it's very hot,” she said kindly, guiding your hand to rise to your mouth.

“It's very good,” you said with a smile, pleased by the bitter and smooth taste of the tea.

“Mm,” she murmured with a smile, looking at you intently, as if there was something that didn't fit for her. “But what have you done? What a mess.”

“What?” you asked confused as she came a little closer, looking at your face carefully.

“Tesoro, if you don't know how to put on makeup, don't do it for me, look at how you've put on, let me help you” she said, pointing at one of your excessively made-up cheeks.

“No, no, it's, it's okay, Donna. I like it,” you said, moving away the hand that wanted to spread that layer of makeup better, grabbing her wrist.

Donna frowned, shaking her head.

“Don't talk nonsense, I have dolls with much less makeup than you,” she said, insisting on fixing your makeup. “I'm not an expert but... Come, I'll show you how to do it properly.”

“W-Wait,” you said, staying seated on the couch while she pulled your wrist to get you up. “L-let me finish my tea.”

“No, I can't stand seeing you like this, you look like a slut,” she commented with an unpleasant tone, pulling you even harder.

“Do I look like a…?” you repeated with a trembling hand. “I'm not a slut.”

“I know, but,” Donna said, pulling you harder, managing to lift you up. “But let me take that off, your skin is beautiful just the way it is.”

“No, it's not,” you said with a nervous, abrupt voice, one that alerted the lady. “Leave me alone, Donna.”

“I just want to help you, (Y/N),” the brunette insisted, with her hands shaking too.

“I said no!” you shrieked, echoing off the old walls of the mansion, leaving the lady in black glued to the floor. “Leave me alone! If I look like a slut like this, then fine, I don't care! I like it! So leave me alone, Donna!”

You couldn't stand the tension any longer, it was too much. Knowing that Angie knew about your problems made your nerves difficult, almost impossible to control. You should have already known that it was a bad idea to yell at poor Donna, that it would trigger a terrible crisis, but it was too late to take it back.

“W-Why are you yelling at me?” she asked, frowning, blinking in confusion, slowly moving away. “D-Don't yell at me, please…”

“Donna, I'm, I'm sorry,” you said regretfully.

Donna's crises were usually random. They used to come out of nowhere, like a horrible curse. But they could also be triggered by anything, by a misinterpreted word, by a comment, by screams like yours, lacking sense.

When you realized your mistake, it was too late. The lady in black was breathing heavily, staring at the floor.

“Donna, honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you, I, I just…” you stammered, putting your hands on her shoulders.

“You don't love me...” she whispered, with a cold, dark look, one that pierced your aching heart. “You don't love me!”

“What? No, honey, don't say that... It was just, it was just a mistake and... Donna, don't lose your mind, please,” you said nervously, seeing how madness took over her gaze irremediably.

“You don't love me... You don't love me... Nobody loves me!” she screamed madly, pushing your hands away with a movement that caused more pain in your blows and an emerging fear in your nervous system.

“D-Donna, don't say that, I, I love you…” you whispered, approaching cautiously, trying to escape from her spasmodic movements, seeing how little by little her presence generated an unknown fear in you.

“You’re lying! Porca miseria!”  she shrieked again, kicking the coffee table, knocking over the cups on it, breaking into a thousand pieces. “You're a liar…”

That last hiss made you step back scared. For the first time that crisis wasn't horrible memories, traumas from the past. You were the cause and you didn't know what the consequences could be, but your mind was already working on imagining them.

“I-I'm not lying,” you whispered in a weak, horrified tone, one that didn't calm the lady's nerves, who approached you angrily, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt.

“You don't love me, I disgust you…” she hissed, swinging you threateningly but suddenly letting go, holding her hair tightly, complaining of an invisible pain. “Ah! No! Taci! Taci!”

Your eyes betrayed you. Her hands pulled at her hair as she shook her head. In a moment, her insane eye met yours, with a look that you mistook.

It wasn't the face of your beloved, of your girlfriend, of the woman who was the most important thing in your life. That bright rage in her eye belonged to your father, that alcoholic and deranged man. Fear rose through your body, paralyzing it, forcing it to only tremble in panic.

You began to run out of air, your heart was beating too fast. You were completely terrified.

“(Y/N)…” Donna hissed, reaching out an arm towards you.

You, seeing your father raise his hand to hit you, pulled away from her grip, running desperately in search of a place to take refuge. Sanity immediately abandoned you and you could only feel panic and terror.

“Don’t, don't hurt me!” you screamed while crying, while you took refuge in a nearby corner, covering your face defensively with your hands. “Don't hit me, please...”

The lady didn't answer but you could hear her saying things you didn't understand, fighting with herself. When that fight ended, you knew you would be next, that you would receive a well-deserved punishment for your insolence.

“Please...” you begged, closing your eyes, bringing your knees to your chest, waiting for the strong blow that never came.

“Donna, Donna!” Angie's screams sounded blurry in your mind, but you could hear them. “Bad Donna, stupid Donna! Oh, oh, eh, eh, don't do that, don't do that!”

“Angie...!” the lady screamed, crying inconsolably. “Angie…”

“Hey, hey, come on, it's all over, my Donna, nobody wants to hurt you, nobody insults you… I'm here with you… (Y/N) is… Where is she?” she finally asked.

“(Y/N)…” Donna sighed, catching her breath with a scared voice. “(Y/N)?”

“Did you hurt her, silly Donna?” Angie asked, locating you immediately and running towards you. “Bad, bad Donna!”

“W-What…? N-No…” the lady stammered, with a much calmer voice.

Fortunately, the crises passed quickly, almost always due to your words, your hugs, or the infinite affection of her doll.

“(Y/N),” the lady sighed, crouching before you, gently pushing your hands away. “Amore mio…”

“No! No please! Don't hurt me, please!” you screamed, frantically, thrashing around in place and fighting her grip. “Don’t hit me anymore!”

“Did you hit her?” Angie asked, crossing her arms.

“Of course I didn’t, I don’t think so,” she said, fighting against your spasms, against your illogical attempts to escape. “(Y/N), please…”

“I promise I’ll be good, father!” you screamed, even smelling the stale wine he was drinking. “Don’t hit me…!”

“Father?” Donna asked, letting your wrists go and forcing you to look at her.

Your face was covered in tears of terror that, unfortunately, took some of your makeup away.

“(Y/N), please react, it’s me… Tesoro, I would never hurt you, please look at me, look…” the lady stopped when her eye passed over your wounded cheek, making you blink in confusion as her hand caressed your wound. “Mio Dio…”

“No…” you sighed, crying harder, without removing the softness of her hand from your wounded cheek, burning from the touch. “No…”

“Who did…?” she asked with a broken voice, putting her hands on your shoulders. “(Y/N), look at me, who did this to you?”

“Nobody,” you answered, burying your head between your legs again, pushing the brunette away with an unpleasant push. “Nobody!”

“Donna, Donna, the shirt, lift the shirt…” Angie whispered, pulling the dress, jumping slightly on the floor. “The shirt, the shirt.”

“Cosa?” she asked confused, kneeling on the floor and bringing her hand to your side, slowly lifting your clothes, gasping in horror when she noticed the horrible marks on your skin, the bruises, your wounds... “(Y/N)…”

You didn't answer. You simply writhed in pain at her cautious touch, shaking your head.

“(Y/N)!” the enraged lady shrieked, abruptly lifting your chin. “Look at me!”

You, fearing retaliation, obeyed. Your face was torn by tears, but hers seemed serious, serene, far removed from the previous crisis.

“It was them, wasn't it?” she asked in a dull, cold tone, with an intense look. “Your parents, they did this to you.”

“N-No, I…” you stammered, shaking your head awkwardly.

“You just confirmed it to me,” Donna sighed, taking one of your hands and caressing it gently. “Gods, (Y/N), how long have you been like this?”

“S-Since I can remember,” you finally confessed. There was no more reason to keep lying. It was the moment of truth.

“Mm,” she murmured, with apparent disinterest. “Angie, stay here with her. Don't, let her out of your sight, is that clear?”

“Yes, ma'am,” the doll said, standing beside you, watching you cautiously.

“W-Where are you going?” you asked confused when you saw the woman stand up and shake off her dress, walking towards the drawer where she kept her veil. “Donna?”

“This ends here and now, (Y/N),” she said in a dark voice, hiding her face. “They won't hurt you again, ever again.”

Her voice betrayed her intentions, ones you noticed, ones that horrified you. You didn't know if it was false devotion or some kind of illness, but imagining your parents suffering Beneviento's wrath made your stomach turn, forcing you to get up and run after her.

“No, Donna, wait!” you screamed, grabbing her arm tightly, something she prevented you from doing by moving in an unpleasant way.

“Lasciami!” she shouted furiously, gently pushing you by the shoulders. “Stay here, (Y/N)”

“N-No… What, what, what are you going to do?” you asked scared. “Donna, wait…”

“Stay here,” the lady repeated, opening the door of the mansion. “Obey.”

“No! You will kill them!” you screamed, making her miraculously stop and sigh, nodding slowly.

“Yes, I'm going to kill them,” she said without remorse. “Stay here.”

“No, Donna, please no,” you said desperately, running back to her side, grabbing her by the waist. The lady in black protested again, using your blows to make you move away of your own free will. “Don’t kill them…”

“Are you asking me to let the one who hurts you live? Is that what you’re asking me!?” she screamed angrily, clenching her fists on either side of her hips.

“Please,” you sobbed, unable to reason with her anger, with her desire for revenge. No, them dying wasn’t justice, it couldn’t be. You were better than them, and you knew it. “Please, I beg you…”

“No, (Y/N),” she said, watching you kneel down, pathetically crawling towards her. “I have to protect you, otherwise, I wouldn’t have the right to love you.”

“Don’t do it, please, Donna, don’t kill them… Please…” you said, humiliating yourself even more, grabbing her legs so she couldn’t take another step.

“(Y/N), stop… Ugh, cazzo, (Y/N)…” the lady protested, kicking for you to let her go. “I won't let those beasts hurt you anymore.”

“Please…” you sobbed again, letting yourself fall on the floor. “If they die, I'll be like them… I don't want you… I don't want you to do something that horrible, please… Don't do it…” you said with an even more pitiful sob.

Luckily, Donna closed the door with a sigh, lifting you off the floor and pressing you against her, letting the crying drown in her dress.

“Not you, please, Donna… I don't want you to be like them…” you said against the fabric while her arms surrounded you lovingly. “Please…”

“Shhh, stop, (Y/N),” she whispered to you lovingly, in a different tone, pushing the veil away from her face and cupping yours in her hands. “It’s okay…”

“Donna…” you sighed, grabbing the hands that held your wounded face. “Donna, I’m, I’m scared…”

“I know… I know, tesoro… But don’t worry, it’s all over now,” she said, cradling you gently. “It’s all over now, amore mio… You’re with me… And you always will be…”

“I can’t take it anymore…”

“You won’t have to. You won’t go back to that house, (Y/N). You’ll stay with me, forever. I’ll protect you. No one will hurt you again, I promise…”

[vicky-0933]

Muzzled one

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You are a maid of House Dimitrescu, but you were not normal maid, you were a maid with a muzzle, others think how can you do things with a muzzle on your face. Let’s go back a bit shall we, a few years ago you stumbled upon the castle, looking for help because you need it, you went inside thinking that it was abandoned.

You tried to run but one of the girls got you, you bite her hard in the hand and she yells, letting you go, this happened one more time, making two of three girls mad, then the three of them got you and put a muzzle on you, making sure you didn’t bite them. They took you to a women, who was very tall, had curves, red lips, and yellow eyes.

“Who do we have here?” The tall lady asked, one of girls told her everything and told her why you had a muzzle. “She bit you, thinking that she can get away from it” The lady said, as grabbing your face and making you look at her. You take in her details, how beautiful she looks. “She will be a maid here, Cassandra and Bela get her room ready, we will keep a close eye on her, for now” the lady said.

Two of the girls left and one was left, but she leaves too, so it was you and the tall lady, “My name is Alcina, but you will call me my lady, understand, also you will not take off the muzzle unless I do it for you, understand that also.” Alcina said. You nod, she then calls in a maid and asked her to take her with you because you are the new maid. The maid takes you and asked “What’s your name”.

“Yn, my name is Yn and yours” you say, “My name is Jennifer, but you can call me Jenni” Jenni said. She takes you to your room, tells you about your uniform, and that she will make your chores list for you. She then leaves, you take in the room that has been given to you, you see a book and start reading, and checking out the rest of the room, you get hungry and go to see if you can get food until the door is open and see and other maid with food.

“Ah so your the new maid, wow you did something g really bad huh” the maid asked you. You nod, you were going to ask her name but she left before you could. You tried to eat, kinda making it, but then soon, you fall asleep, uncomfortable not used to the muzzle, starving but you manage to sleep. You wake up to see your uniform on the edge of the bed and a note. You get up, and go to the end of the bed, to see the note. ~here is your chores list. From Jenni~.

You put on your uniform and start heading to do the first chore. You see Jenni and the other maid from yesterday, you say hello and asked them for help. Apparently the name of the other maid was Sophia. They both tell you what you have you then leaving you alone to do your chores. You felt someone watching but when you turned there was no one there.

Over the next few days, you had gotten used to the muzzle and not eating a lot because of it, making you lose a bit of weight. But you also noticed that the lady has been watching you lately, and you felt kinda happy. You started to have a crush on her, but you didn’t have a good impression on the first day, biting her daughters, not good.

Jenni and Sophia knew about this and kept it a secret, knowing the way you both were introduced. You started to get to do chores that were away from the lady, but soon Jenni and Sophie started asking questions about your chores and you kinda stayed quiet but kinda of told them, and they told you about something’s about the lady, and why you could charm her. As they tried to talk to you about it, you were shocked about how they know, you three didn’t realize that the lady was listening to you.

Now let’s get back to the present day, you are taking in the firewood that you just cut to the in the main room, until Cassandra flew in, “Mother wants to talk to you when you are done with this” Cassandra says, you nod and put the wood in the the fireplaces that are needed then head out to lady’s room.

You make it towards the door and knock, “Come in” you hear, you open the door and walk in to see Alcina sitting down reading a book. “You called for me my Lady” you say, she looks at you with an angelic look but you don’t look at her. “Yes I did, please come here” she announced, you walk to her getting next her side. She then grabs your waist, bringing you to her lap, making you yelp in surprise, blushing, you take her in beautiful face.

You were so into your mind that you hadn’t realized that Alcina took off the muzzle, which scared you a bit, mainly because you hadn’t took it off in 3 years. You felt the air hit your face, you felt relieved, you touched your face, feeling how free you are until Alcina grabbed your face to make you look at her. She took her time, looking at you, but you fell harder for her. You didn’t have a crush, you were in love with her.

“What beautiful face you have” Alcina said, you blush harder, and not wanting Alcina to see you, you tried to look away but she kept you still. You looked at the golden yellow eyes and seeing how pretty they look, then her grip tightened bringing you closer to her face, you looked down to her lips then her eyes again, then your lips touched hers, you deepened the kiss making her moan, she gripped your hips as you grab her face.

The kiss was angelic, you both pull away poking at each other with lustful eyes, “Shall we continue this” Alcina said, “Yes my lady” You say grinding your hips on to hers, “Alcina, dear call me Alcina” She said, hearing you moan wanting more friction. “Alcina, p~please, please I~ I need, I need you” you moan, she then start kissing your neck making love bites. She then takes you to the bed, laying you down on the bed.

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Part2???

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Lord Dimitrescu Headcanons (Genderbent Lady Dimitrescu) (Resident Evil Village)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Welcome back to another chapter! In this chapter it is Lord Daddy Dimitrescu as a yandere, he is the genderbent of Lady Dimitrescu. The Artwork I have for this is on Tumblr, wattpad, youtube, etc. I own it as I commissioned it. I hope you all enjoy this chapter here!]

(Disclaimer: Lord Daddy Dimitrescu is the genderbent version of Lady Dimitrescu, and he is not yandere in canon as her. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters is fine, just do not be gross or illegal about it. Also, rule 63 is if there is a female character on the internet it has a male version and vice versa. Also, Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY ARE MOMMIES AND DADDIES AND OR HOT LOL)

But let's be honest if Daddy D was yandere for me I would DROP EVERYTHING For this man!

Still, yanderes are not ideal… poo…

(Once Again, Enjoy this!)

-Base Yandere Lord Dimitrescu Headcanons-

.Lord Daddy D (yes that is what I am going to call him in this and you cannot stop me XD) is one of the four lords.

.You are the child of the local tavern owner in the village.

.You were to take Lord Dimitrescu's wine from him to transport out of town, this is how you met the lord.

.Instantly he wanted you, and he would have you.

.You would be a good partner and parent to his daughters.

.He wanted to keep you and he will.

.He now would come down to the tavern very often. Where he would see you working as a waiter at your father's tavern.

.You were a dutiful child and he could not wait to have you. To taste you in more than one way~

.He obviously has an excitement for how large he is compared to you.

.His sheer size, he could use you like a toy on his manhood.

.The idea alone excites him.

.Also he could make love to you standing up lifting you up and down on him.

.Almost wrapping a hand around half of your waist.

. Your size to him is something he likes very much.

.It makes him the more dominant one and is able to make you his easily.

.As a yandere he is very possessive and controlling and demanding.

.You belong to him and you should do as he says when he says it.

.You will be his nice little spouse for him.

.He has a daddy kink

.So he would be fatherly to you and guide you as a caretaker a lot of the time.

.He is also the type of yandere that will love to worship your body over and over making love to you until you pass out.

.To make you feel like you might shatter upon him.

.He is also very rough with you in the bedroom.

.able to make you cry out in delight and come undone upon him.

.He can be also a bit of a jealous yandere.

.He wants to be your one and only.

.If any other man or woman defiled you then they will be killed.

.If you were with anyone else besides him he would punish you.

.You should have none better and been a good future spouse and waited for him. Even though you did not know he would want you.

.Once he does punish you and kills all that have been with you.

.He will claim you, marking you as his and his alone, so no one will ever be able to have a claim on you again.

.He will most likely brand you with his house crest and carve his name into your collarbone.

.So everyone knows that you are his and belong to him and him alone.

.You will be moved to the castle to be his bed warmer and future spouse.

.Only his daughters and him could speak to you.

.If you tried to run the villagers are more than willing to capture you again and to bring you back to him.

.Where you would be punished by him for daring to leave then he will make love with you for days on end until you know your place with your future husband.

.He deals with rivals by torturing them and throwing them into the dungeon.

.You will be a good partner for him, he will make sure of it.

.He confesses to you by having a candlelit dinner.

.It is beyond romantic, if you say yes, you will be expected to marry him in post haste.

.If you say no, well he will threaten your family.

.He was a lord, what would your father do if he tavern was closed.

.If you still say no he will just have your father give him your hand that way you cannot say no.

.In the end you will marry him, it is just better for you if you are willing.

.He will hold your family over your head and you will be forced to marry him.

.To become his spouse and to warm his bed. If possible to carry his seed and give him more children.

.He will not stop until you are his mark his words.

.You belong to house Dimitrescu, you belong to Lord Daddy D.

(Now should there a mini-series of Vampire lord Daddy D >:3

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I hope that you all enjoyed this and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

[muffinsin]

Ok muffin hear me out the sisters s/o kissing, tracing and questioning about the girls head tattoo. I think the story on how the sister got it would be so cute!!!!!!!!!

Pls if you can had fluff to it and more about the sister relationship!

Awh, this one’s adorable!

While I HC that the tattoos were unknowingly and unwillingly given to them by Mother Miranda a short while after their re-birth as a way of “branding” or “marking” them as Dimitrescus, I’ll share different HCs and stories here in order to make it a little more wholesome :)!

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

She’s completely calm in your embrace, her tired, golden eyes closed at last, her breath calm and just uneven enough to tell you she hasn’t fallen asleep yet

She’s quiet, by far too relaxed to even keep humming quietly as she did minutes ago

With your arm around her and your hand gently stroking her cheek, she’s the most comfortable and calm she’s been all week

And she deserves the break, too

After an awful week of having to deal with her bratty sisters, stupid and incapable new staff members, Lycans pushing into the castle’s territory and too much paperwork for it to be right, you want to help her destress

You want to take care of her

And what an amazing job you’re doing already

She’s close to dozing off already, content and happy at the light, slightly ticklish feeling of your fingertip tracing her facial features

Then, you come to rest at her forehead, where the tattoo is placed

You trace the rose, the halo, the thorn

Then, you notice you have no idea how she even got such a thing. You always assumed her skin and quick healing speed wouldn’t allow tattoos and piercings

When the question slips from your lips, her eyes open slightly, just enough for you to spot the bright gold in them before she pulls you close

She moves closer to you, her body stretched out lazily against yours like the one of an overgrown house cat lounging on a sofa

Then, her lips part, granting you her answer

“It was originally Cassandra who got it, I’m not sure why”, she answers. A small giggle falls from her thick, unpainted lips and you can’t help but smile as well when she adds: “I thought it looked stupid”

“How come you ended up getting one too, then?”, you ask

She pauses, her eyes opening a little. She’s waiting, you realize after a few seconds

Laughing, you raise your hands again and begin scratching her scalp and stroking her hair gently

Pleased, she continues on

“I didn’t really plan on it at first. But in time, I noticed Mother wearing that symbol everywhere. It’s stitched into the side of her dress, and the underside of her hat”, Bela explains

She shrugs, then, giggling lightly

“I wanted to match her”

You laugh at this, your lips pressing a kiss to her forehead affectionately

Yes, of course

That’s the Bela you know and love. A mommy’s girl through and through. You’re hardly surprised she got herself such a tattoo out of eagerness to match with Alcina

After all, it’s not all that different from how she attempts to match her mother’s perfume and the way her lipstick is applied, her posture, her vocabulary

You know, Alcina is Bela’s role model in nearly every way

You find it adorable, the thought of a young Bela tattooing herself with the exact design her sister and mother wears

Secretly, you’re sure she wanted to match both, perhaps slightly out of jealousy

After all, you notice her fussiness whenever attention is paid to others, despite sharing nearly all she has with her sisters

You giggle at the thought of her possessiveness, and merely press another kiss to her head when she opens her eyes again and hums

Lovingly, you trace the tattoo on her forehead, a large smile on your face when her breath evens and she falls asleep at last

4.5

Cassandra

You feel her

All around you, only her

Only she is of importance, in this moment more than ever. Only she is who you are thinking of, who is always on your mind. Only Cassandra

You feel her fingers sliding through your hair, not grasping, merely stroking through it

She’s cupping your face and holding onto you as she kisses you, over and over and over again

Her tongue is in your mouth, yours is in hers

She’s cool, but slowly warming up

Your hand at her cheek, your arm wrapped around her as you keep her close to you

When you need to break away from her lips for a moment to breathe, you smile at her

She’s in a rare position; underneath you on the bed, with her arm wrapped around you and her thighs on either side of your hips

With her hair sprawled out around her and the sun hitting her face and dark golden eyes this way, she looks god-like

A daughter of Aphrodite, her beauty far outweighing the one of the village’s supposed goddess

You take in her beautiful face, her for once clean skin and chin, her plump, dark painted lips. You feel your cheeks burning a little bit at the sight of smeared lipstick across her lips

Her nose, her cheeks, her lazy eye, the golden hue, and lastly, the tattoo on her forehead

Your hand raises and she closes her eyes as she feels you trace it. Comfort. Trust

You can’t help but wonder out loud: “How’d you get that? Why this design?”

Her head turns a little, her eyes keep staying shut. The smallest hint of pink hue covers her pale cheeks

You grin

It seems, you’ve found something embarrassing to your girlfriend

And yet, with pleading and kisses to her neck and jaw, you are granted a quietly spoken answer:

“I got it when I was younger. Say, maybe four decades after I was been reborn”, she explains. You hum in understanding

This would make her quite young still, you realise. At least for an immortal being, that is

“I went into something of a..erm..rebellious phase I guess”, she says, so quiet you must hold your breath to hear

Cassandra cringes at the memory

“I don’t even know why. But I wanted to act out. And seeing as killing the staff and so on didn’t get me far, I tried for more extreme things”

“Such as tattoos?”, you ask

You’re grateful for her closed eyes, as they prevent her from noticing your wandering eyes. You wonder; has she got more you haven’t seen yet, somehow? Your mind immediately fills with possibilities, some innocent, some less so

Cassandra grunts, her face a grimace as she recalls the actions of her younger self

“Yes. I originally just got a dagger, but freaked out pretty much afterwards. I knew Mother was going to kill me if she saw this. I fully expected to be turned into an ice cube!”, she whines quietly

You laugh a little at the thought, though instinctively wrap your arms tighter around her and pull her closer to you

“Anyway, like I said, I freaked out. I knew I couldn’t undo it, so I tattooed over it. I figured I could sell the rose as me trying to imitate the symbol on her clothing”, she shrugs

Again, you laugh

“Did it work?”

“Of course”

Daniela

You tsk as she squirms, loud whines and groans fill your ears

“I want to cuddle already!”, she whines

Instead, she only groans and growls quietly when she is tugged on your lap and gets the wet rag smeared up against her cheek again

You shake your head a little at her, but can’t help but giggle when she quietens down and only whines whenever her cheek is smudged by the rag

Really, you can’t help that though. You feel her adorable, soft cheeks through the rag as you clean her face and can’t help but push slightly harder to squish her cheek

And it brings whines forth from her each time

This time she’s really outdone herself, you think

Having jumped into the bath in the hall of ablution, she is now covered head to toe in blood while six staff members are working on cleaning the room back up

Daniela, of course, has no regrets. She’s had her fun and flashes you a wide, innocent and excited smile when you bring it up

At last, slowly but surely, you discover more and more of your girlfriend again as the blood is washed and scrubbed away

Bits and pieces of pale, soft skin are revealed to you

Her cheeks, her neck, her jaw and lips

Daniela giggles and purses her lips when the last bit of blood is removed from them

Naturally, you can’t resist her, and both of you end up giggling and laughing when you press a sweet kiss to her lips

However, as more and more skin is revealed, so is her forehead and the tattoo adorning it

You trace the shape lovingly and gently, the rag thrown in the sink as you bring your fingertip over the ink rose

It takes no time at all for you to hear loud, purr-like buzzing from her flies

Daniela holds onto your shirt loosely, her body close to yours

As you trace the shape of her tattoo, you can’t help but wonder to yourself

Why a tattoo? Why this tattoo? Why this placement? Are there more? Did she place it herself? Did her sisters help? Did her mother, even?

You’re pulled out of your thoughts again by her cheerful giggles

“Lost in thought?”, she teases, and you shake your head fondly

You pull her closer to you, already long uncaring of the blood on your clothing

“My love, what is the story behind your tattoo?”, you wonder at last

And, of course, you are granted your answer almost immediately. Daniela is never one to keep answers from you

“I copied my sisters! I thought it was some kind of gang symbol and wanted in on it”, she shrugs

“Turns out, it was just Cassandra being stupid and Bela being Bela”, she adds

Then, before you can speak, she pushes herself closer to you, her big, gold-green eyes looking up at you

“But I wear it best, wouldn’t you agree? I look the prettiest with it!”

[blood-red-ocean]

can I request Mother Miranda next? i have this silly idea where MM's crow(s) has a habit of stashing all kind of shiny things near reader's house. Maybe she has a small porch that's not been used cause reader doesn't have time lounging around, and the sneaky crow is, like, yeah, this is perfect, and so reader goes about her life non the wiser to crow's shenanigans behind her back until one day she hears some sound outside and goes to investigate which ends with her stumbling upon MM rummaging through pile of... something. Awkward silence.

I don't know why I saw reader's house and immediately went 'ah yes, they live with Miranda' but ANYWAY enjoy <3

Small Thief (RL!Miranda x Reader)

Word count: 1.9k Warnings: None Summary: Cornelius is a sneaky lil gremlin.

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“Babe? Have you seen my keys?”

Overturned couch cushions and the contents of upturned cabinet drawers laid in the wake of your frantic rummaging. The very thought of having lost a set of keys to the headmistress’s house scared you enough, but it would be even worse if you had not simply misplaced them and had dropped them somewhere on the Campus. Especially with Mia’s habit of being an absolute gremlin and showing up unexpectedly in places she wasn’t supposed to be.

“Hmm?” Miranda strode into the room, hand fiddling with the button on the other wrist of her shirt.

“My keys, babe, my keys. I need them.”

You knew what was coming immediately. You knew it so well that you could almost quote her word for word. “Now, what did I tell you about carelessly tossing your keys down, little crow?” She and you both knew that if she had spoken those words to anybody else, it would have seen as harsh chastising. But you knew her better than that, and you could easily pick up on the way her mouth quirked up at the corners. The Miranda version of a playful grin.

“Forget about your keys, darling mine,” She said, striding over to you to kiss your cheek. “I will be awake when you return, I’ll let you in.”

“Andy, you know I’ve got class till late tonight.” Miranda smiled a little more visibly at the nickname you had picked for her – Devil Wears Prada had quickly become her favourite movie to watch with you, and she didn’t hide her blush fast enough when you called her it playfully for the first time while playfully testing out different variations of her name. Mir, Mira, Andy… “Professor Dimitrescu is making us recreate a classical piece in our own style.”

“That’s… Out of character.” Miranda frowned a little. “Very well then. I’ll still let you in.”

“But—”

“I’ll be awake.” Miranda gave you a pointed look, and it hit you then. Of course she would be awake – without you around to help with the growing pile of student council paperwork, full of requests and grievances that were above even Bela’s station, she would no doubt spend considerable time poring over them, with Cornelius on her shoulder. She often turned to work when you weren’t around.

“Okay, fine,” You said. You reached up and caressed her cheek, a playful smirk growing on your face. “Just don’t drool on the papers when you fall asleep this time, okay?” This earned you a tut from Miranda.

Hours later, and back aching from spending hours at an easel, you trudged into Miranda’s – you and Miranda’s – house, dropping your bag at your feet. You leaned back against the door and groaned, rolling your shoulders slowly to relieve some of the tension. The smell of pizza wafted down the hallway and into your nostrils, stomach growling angrily. “Oh, fuck yes,” you breathed, following the scent like a cartoon character. There, on the kitchen counter, laid an open box of your favourite pizza, and a note beside it which stated, in Miranda’s elegant cursive, “I am in my office. Come find me when you have eaten, little crow.”

Pizza slice in hand, you navigated the house, making your way to her study. The door was propped slightly open, and a gentle push on it made it swing forward, revealing Miranda bent over her home desk as she pored over some paperwork.

“Pizza?” You asked, holding a piece out.

Miranda crinkled her nose a little and shook her head. “Not tonight, Feather. I don’t think I have the stomach for it right now.” She tapped her fingers on the top of the desk as she sat back, peering at you with concern. “Are you alright? You seem exhausted.”

“Because I am,” You mumbled around a mouthful of cheese, sauce and dough. “Dimitrescu made me restart my piece three times. Three times! All because I mixed the pigment slightly wrong.” Miranda kept tapping her fingers one by one, the familiar sound almost mesmerizing you – almost.

Click, click, thud, click. Click, click, thud, click.

One of her golden finger guards was missing, the soft thud of her bare finger hitting the wooden surface jarring against the clicking you were used to. “Hey,” You spoke up, frowning. “Where’s your guard?”

Miranda shifted uncomfortably, hesitating. “I have no idea,” She eventually admitted. “I removed all of them earlier to take a bath, and when I turned back, one was missing.”

“Ah, so the great Miranda doesn’t have eyes in the back of her head after all.” Miranda shot you a playful glare, affection vaguely hidden beneath. “I’m sure it’ll show up somewhere.”

“It is rather… Concerning, that things keep going missing around here. I’m not usually this… Disorganized.”

“You aren’t disorganized at all,” You reassured her, licking the grease from your fingers. “Maybe we have a ghost.”

Miranda rolled her eyes lightheartedly at that, returning to her work. You grabbed your books and papers, settling in on the couch opposite her desk to study. Yeah, you were exhausted, but you still had other classes to study for, and not even being romantically bound to the headmistress would give you endless exceptions when it came to your studies.

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Weeks passed, hours and hours of late classes beginning to make you feel burned out. You spent the days counting down to when it was finally done and you could spend your time with Miranda again – and quicker than you thought, it was over. You left Professor Dimitrescu’s class with a heavy wooden frame in hand, a begrudging A+ grade, and a sense of smug accomplishment. You couldn’t wait to get home and tell Miranda all about how Alcina had squirmed, heaving sighs and muttering as she scribbled an A+ onto the piece of paper before her.

Upon arriving at home, however, Miranda was nowhere to be found. Propping the frame up against the wall, you dug your phone from your pocket and checked it – no texts, no missed calls. Venturing deeper into the house, you peered into Miranda’s study to see it empty and dark. Brow furrowed, you ventured even further into the house. It was unlike Miranda to not tell you where she was – or rather, command that you go and be at her side.

“Andy?” You called out. You peered into darkened rooms, intrigue growing as you saw parts of the house you hadn’t seen before. Between the rush of moving you in with her, and exam season, and Alcina’s late classes, you had barely had time to spend sitting quietly with your avian goddess, let alone explore the depths of the house.

Just as you were about to give up and try and call Miranda, a crashing sound came from the very back of the house. Pulse rushing in your ears, you immediately jumped to alertness, searching for something to wield as a makeshift weapon. Eventually settling on a discarded iron poker, you held it aloft as you took slow steps towards the crashing sounds. You eventually came upon a glass door, a faint glow emanating from behind it. With one hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath and threw the door open, roaring.

“RAAAAAAARGH—Andy??”

Once the frantic flurrying of wings and dark feathers and Miranda’s cursing had died down, you could get a proper look at the small room you had entered. It was covered in screens rather than windows, and it took you a moment to realise it was a porch.

A porch filled with heaping miles of miscellanea, remarkably less organized than the rest of the house. Miranda stood in the midst of it all, her face flushed and scowling… At Cornelius. Eyebrows raised, you glanced between the two of them, taking a step back. Cornelius let out a rather loud, indignant caw, wings lifted at Miranda.

“You! She hissed, pointing her finger accusingly. “I knew it!”

A glint in the corner of your vision caught your eye, and at a single glance you heaved with relief.

“My keys,” You breathed. “Thank the gods—” You reached out to pick them up, and the fluttering of wings signaled Cornelius’s arrival. He stood with one foot on them, staring up at you with one burning yellow eye. It hit you then that this wasn’t some secret that Miranda kept, some uncharacteristic habit – no, Cornelius had been periodically stealing more and more items over the weeks, stashing him where he thought nobody would find them. You reached out again to try and take the keys, but he just cawed softly at you, clicking his beak.

“Hey, what—”

“You have to give him something else,” Miranda grumbled, sifting through the heaps of shiny objects. “I learned that the hard way.” She tapped her earlobe, and you noticed that one of her dangly gold earrings was missing, no doubt wherever Cornelius had stashed it again. On her finger was the golden finger guard, back where it belonged.

“Well, I don’t have anything shiny,” You spoke to the small thief. “But… You want my A+?” You held out the piece of paper with the grade and Alcina’s comments on it, and Cornelius studied it for a moment. With a quick chirp, he grabbed it from your hand and flew off to the back corner of the porch, no doubt to stash it somewhere safe. Miranda watched him with her mouth agape and threw her hands up in exasperation, calling after him, “Seriously? I feed you! I raised you from a baby! And they can give you paper?” Miranda took a breath as if to continue, then stopped, turning to you with raised eyebrows. “Did you say A+?”

Grinning, you nodded quickly. “Yep! Can we get pizza to celebrate?”

“Again, Feather? Aren’t you tired of it yet? I could order you something much nicer—”

“Nope, pizza,” You called out, moving back into the hallway of the house. Miranda followed you, pride in her eyes.

“Very well, then,” She sighed in mock exasperation. “But first, show me your work.”

There was a skip in your step as you led Miranda by the hand back to the entryway, where you had placed the painting. You held it up to her and watched as her eyes conveyed her emotions – surprise, awe, pride and then, as she gazed back up at you, love. “It’s beautiful,” She murmured. “We must display it at once.”

You followed her as she went to the kitchen, opening a cabinet and pulling out a small golden hook, and a nail. She hummed as she roamed the house, trying to figure out where the hang your artwork, and you blushed about it. Eventually, she settled for hanging it above her desk in her study, this simple gesture making your heart skip a beat, reminding you again her how she loved and prioritized you. She reached up, preparing to nail the hook into the wall, when a dark blur rushed by and left her hands empty. She growled a little under her breath and chased after it, leaving you in fits of giggling as she went.

“Cornelius! Get back here with that!”

To nobody’s surprise (but to Miranda’s chagrin), it only took the promise of some head scratches from you to get the hook back from the small thief. You could’ve sworn he gave an approving caw at the sight of your painting, as well.

[fantasy-relax]

Ineffable Plan

Bela Dimitrescu x g¡p reader

Part 5

You didn't know what hurt more your head or your stomach, a full day of work without even having breakfast was killing you and you oversaw directing more than carrying the bricks.

What the hell those maids have in their heads to blow up the wall?

And where the hell did they get the dynamite?

If you found them, you would shove a brick up their a-

*BAM*

A pat on the back send you to the ground

“Oh shit, sorry,” Relia helped you to stand up “what a day huh?”

“Ugh” You responded showing unmatched wisdom.

“Hahaha be glad that at least you're going to have a delicious dinner, Thea is…”

The words of the Master carpenter went in one ear and out the other, was it rude? Yes. Did you have the energy to care? No.

Maybe after eating.

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“Why did you decide to stay in the castle after your contract ended?”

You were supposed to be more subtle, but your brain didn't cooperate with you, in the kitchen there were only you, Relia and chef Dorothea, the others had already retired to their rooms.

“With your experience you could help the village with constructions and repairs, fences have been created to protect against the Lycans but they are easily destroyed, it really needs experienced labor I’m sure that even the most stubborn man would have to listen to you”

To your surprise Relia burst out laughing which offended you a little, it took her a few seconds to calm down and the offense you felt vanished when you noticed the melancholy in her eyes despite her smile.

“Everything comes back” seeing your continued confusion “Years ago I asked my predecessor and teacher, Daria, the same question when I found out that she was going to give up her body and blood voluntarily instead of living in the village”

What? voluntarily?

Dorothea, who was heating water on the stove, answered your questions.

“The meat I receive to serve the Ladies doesn’t only come from intruders who enter Dimitrescu’s territory or maids who break the rules too many times, if it were to be like that it would be too little to feed the whole family for the entire year.”

Now that you think about it, the deaths of the workers are few compared to the rumors, in the four months you’ve been here at most there have been 6 or 7, which is almost nothing compared to the dozens that are spoken of in the town. The maids disappear for two or three days before returning to work, paler and more obedient; and in the worst cases without a finger or two, but they come back.

“The blood mostly comes from the donor maids, they receive better food, better pay and some protection in exchange for their services.” The chef came over and poured three cups of tea, you thanked her. “When they die their body will be served or buried, they have the last word as a sign of respect for their work to House Dimitrescu” Dorothea put down the pot to sit next to Relia “Daria chose to live in the castle as a donor until the end of her days”

“And she decided to be buried, she designed her coffin, and I built it, was the most elegant one in her family’s plot even in death she wanted to make it clear how much she had triumphed over those fucking bastards” Relia replied with a proud smile.

“I guess she didn’t get along with her family” You said adding a sugar cube to your cup.

“They were the ones who manipulated her into coming to the castle in the first place” The carpenter said with hatred in her voice “and when the contract ended, she returned only to be attacked for not continuing to work to pay off the debts they had gotten themselves into after spending everything she sent them; when she returned, she no longer sent them a penny.” Relia took a sip of her tea. “At least that’s what she told me when I asked her the same question”

“And what was your reason for staying?” The tea didn’t help keep the sleep away.

“My parents are dead, and I was never close to the rest of my family. I don’t think they’ll accept me with open arms. Most likely they’ll force me to marry or throw me out on the street, master carpenter or not. Besides…” Relia took the chef’s hand to kiss her palm. “I’d miss my wife too much.”

Her what?!

Dorothea smiled fondly and kissed her wife’s cheek.

“I could say the same.”

You had really dissociated yourself from the conversation with Relia in the hallway.

With more information than you expected to obtain, you say goodbye to the couple to go rest.

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Greta congratulate you for your good work on the repairs and informed you that due to the incident your request would have to wait, which you accept without complaint. After all, the conversation with Relia and Dorothea revealed more details than you imagined.

Although life in the village was hard, it never crossed your mind that someone would choose to live in the castle or donate their blood willingly. The rumors were terrifying, coupled with the fact that the women who went to work at the castle rarely returned, and if they did, they were scarred or with fewer body parts. It was hard to believe that someone would choose to live with monsters instead of returning home.

Monsters. Were the Dimitrescu really monsters?

You had witnessed firsthand that they were capable of feeling and acting like any other human.

So, what made the Dimitrescu monsters?

Were they monsters because of their violence?

The most common punishment you've seen inflicted on your fellow girls is being whipped on the hands, ankles, or back after breaking something while cleaning or when something went missing in the rooms they cleaned. But that was done in the village too, parents disciplining troublesome children or thieves being punished.

You'd been lucky enough not to witness any deaths, but you hadn't been spared the cleanup that followed, blood and sometimes bits of flesh left on the floor and walls, which needed to be cleaned up quickly before it dried and soaked into the carpet and wallpaper.

Were they monsters for their indifference to suffering and death?

While in the village the Lycans were the number one killers, sometimes fights between the inhabitants reached a point where blood was spilled in such quantity that death from wounds was to be expected, drunks and gamblers were the most hated in the village if they found their death at the hands of the collectors or in a fight people turned their faces away, giving condolences out of obligation to the family and continued with their lives living with the murderer among them. There were men who had killed their wives or children after having beaten them savagely, some were hated but tolerated and others were welcomed with open arms; there were also cases of healthy men who died from a sudden illness (Poison) despite the care (Different poison) of their wives.

Cruelty and violence existed both in the village and in the castle.

Were they monsters because of their diet?

One of your neighbors couldn't drink milk without suffering from stomach pain for days, a child died from eating a nut that made his throat swell, the tailor couldn't eat chicken because it gave her rashes, there were several people who couldn't have a normal diet and had to adapt.

Is it the same for the Dimitrescu?

Was human flesh and blood the only thing they could consume?

Their body was not the same as a human's, it was to be expected that their diet won’t be the same.

Were they monsters because they were cannibals?

One of the elders had told you that decades ago the harvests were horrible and the winter atrocious, the food shortage was such that many had no other option than to eat the flesh of their neighbors to survive. Grandparents letting themselves die so that their children and grandchildren could eat, teenagers tearfully devouring the organs of their siblings who couldn't bear the cold, man eating man.

And this act was considered necessary.

Wasn't it necessary for them too?

Were they monsters because of their different anatomy?

That won’t make you a monster too?

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Two weeks had passed since the incident and thanks to it you had forged a friendship not only with Relia and her team, but also with Dorothea and her kitchen staff; it was great to have someone to talk to; while you were fond of Daniela you didn't forget that she was from a different world than yours there were things she couldn't understand not out of malice but out of simple ignorance.

Since her confession you haven't spoken to her due to the staff rotation that caused the "dismissal" of the maids involved in the explosion.

You still had no idea where they got the dynamite from.

Greta's voice calling you took you out of your thoughts.

"Greta, what do you ne-" The older girl grabbed you by the shoulders with a frantic look.

Deja vu.

"You know how to read, write and basic math, right?" You nodded with slight fear to which she sighed in relief. “Come with me.”

“I haven't finished cleaning yet.”

“I’ll send someone, this is more important, hurry up.”

You left your bucket and rag to follow her.

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You had seen Jenica a few times in the hallway, the woman always walked in a hurry with papers and folders in her hand. Like Greta, she was always busy and had a professional demeanor.

“January, quadrant E, row three, produced a quantity of…”

Compared to that image, the woman in front of you looked like she was one step away from jumping off the roof.

The desk, the coffee table, the chairs, the couch and even the bed were full of papers, folders and books; in the middle of everything was Jenica reading a book while frantically writing in a notebook.

You turned to look at Greta for answers that she was quick to give you.

“Someone broke into her office today to start a fire, thanks to Zina passing by at a good time the fire was quickly extinguished, the filing cabinet protected the documents however some of this year’s files were outside for review, some just need to be transcribed but most have to be recalculated and as you can see…” Greta pointed at the poor woman who acted more like a crazy old woman mumbling in the street than a scholar. “It’s a lot of work for Jenica, Lady Dimitrescu is in a meeting with the Lords and Lady Bela is reviewing the other documents to see if anything is missing”

First an explosion now a fire, what was going on?

“Do you think you can help her?” The head maid took one of the papers placed on the table to hand it to you, the letters were barely visible, but you could understand it.

“Yes, I worked as an accountant at my mother’s bakery and at the town bar, this is pretty similar.” Despite the bad reputation that alcohol and consequently the bar had, Darius was a smart and honorable man when his poor eyesight worsened her hired you to take care of the bar’s accounts and teach his son Leonard how to do it, who luckily for you was just like his father.

Upon hearing your answer Greta nodded before touching Jenica’s shoulder who let out a surprised squeal.

“Don’t do that, you’re going to give me a heart attack!”

“What will give me a heart attack is the aberrant amount of coffee you drink, I brought someone to help you.”

Jenica turned to look at you and to demonstrate your skill you read what the paper in your hand said. In a moment the woman stood up, removed a stack of books from the sofa and moved another from the table.

“Perfect!” She said as she pushed you towards the empty seat and then placed a notebook and pencil in your hands, she took a huge book from her desk and placed it in front of you “Take care of transcribing this, when you finish, pass it to me to redo the calculations for the report”

“Wouldn’t it be faster if I did it?” The maniacal smile she put on told you that you should have kept quiet.

Jenica took a stack of papers and put them on the floor next to you.

“Don’t worry if you make a mistake, we have plenty of paper”

Sometimes it’s better to be ignorant.

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Jenica had only given you ten minutes to go eat in the kitchen and to go to the bathroom.

Two hours had passed since the clock struck its twelfth bell and one since Jenica left to deliver the documents they had managed to finish to Lady Bela.

Without her permission to leave you had no choice but to wait for her to return, the room was still full of paper, there was still a lot to do, but your brain couldn't handle it anymore, no matter how many times you read the book the letters floated without meaning.

Concentrated and tired you didn't notice the door open until a familiar voice echoed in the room.

"What do we have here?"

The adrenaline woke you up enough to realize two things:

1. Lady Dimitrescu had returned from her meeting.

2. Jenica's room was off limits.

"It seems that a little mouse is snooping around where it shouldn't."

"Lady Dimitrescu I j-just-

The distinctive sound of her claws being unsheathed caused you to choke on your words, your tongue weighed like lead in your mouth and cold sweat ran down your palms.

A thought repeated itself to the rhythm of your accelerated heartbeat.

*I'm sorry mom, I love you*

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 25 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Alcina and the girls take care of business. After that, they dive head first into planning your birthday party!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI.

Tags: Just some fluff, maybe the tiniest hint of angst if you squint

Notes: Part 25! Heyyyyyy long time no see! I am SO, SO sorry it took me almost a goddamn year to update this fic!!!😭 I really didn't expect to not update this for so long. I was really only hoping to be away for a few months. For those who missed my latest life update in the notes of the last chapter, or if you forgot (lets be real that's totally what happened lmaoo) I had a baby!!! He was born in May and is truly the best thing in the entire world. Labor was ROUGH, I was in labor for 36 hours but he was perfect and healthy and a big chonk! (Almost 9lbs!) Postpartum has definitely been difficult, especially the first few months (PPD decided to BODY me four months in😅) but things are starting to finally calm down a bit and I've had the time, motivation AND energy to write lately!! WOO!!! I was NOT expecting this birthday party scene to be so damn long when I first pictured it. But it'll probably end up being about three chapters. Is it too long? Maybe. Probably. But I don't have the energy to nit-pick it to death and I'm afraid if I did, I'd think it's shit, lose all motivation, and take even longer to update this thing lmaooo Was this proofread? Kinda, but not really. Is it my favorite chapter I've ever written? Also no. But it does lay a bit of foundation for some other things later on! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it! Pls leave me a comment with your thoughts!

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The following evening, Alcina and the girls made their way down to the village. Alcina insisted that you didn’t wait up for them so you begrudgingly got yourself ready and fell asleep in Alcina’s massive bed, alone. What you assume was a few hours later, you awoke when the mattress dipped on Alcina’s side of the bed. Turning towards her, she smiled at you and pulled you into her chest.

“It’s done?” You asked, your voice still thick with sleep.

“Yes. Go back to sleep, draga.” She replied.

As you opened your mouth to ask more questions, Alcina shushed you and ran her long fingers through your hair. “Sleep.”

Knowing you weren’t going to win, coupled with your half-asleep state, you cuddled further into her and quickly fell back asleep.

Neither Alcina or the girls gave you details of what happened but they did tell you that the one child in the house was left unharmed and dropped at the doorstep of a neighbors house. For the rest of the occupants, only a few were brought back to the castle and taken straight into the dungeon. The rest never made it out. It was the one and only time that night was discussed, which frankly was fine with you. Guilt still ate at you, but you understood why things had to happen the way they did. Even if a small part of you still believed they should have been left alone.

After that night, the girls put all of their energy towards your birthday party. Once Alcina realized how out of hand things were getting she ended up taking over the majority of the planning - just as Cassandra had predicted.

It was decided that the party would be a black tie affair and the ballroom would be decorated with white and gold accents. Alcina asked you to come up with a list of guests you would want invited, even though the majority of the village would be invited anyway. It didn’t take you long to give her your list since you didn’t have many friends in the village. Your list consisted of your aunt, uncle, and cousins, a few acquaintances, and your best friend, Alexi.

“And who is this Alexi?” Alcina asked as she looked over your list.

“Oh, he’s my best friend.”

“Your best friend?” She asks, crinkling her nose at the fact that your best friend was a guy. “And why have you never spoken of him before?”

“I don’t know,” you replied with a shrug. “I guess it just never came up.”

“And I presume there’s no swaying you into not inviting this man-thing?”

“No! Alcina he has to be there, he’s my best friend!” She grumbles something about how many men will be in attendance, clearly unhappy with it given her usual “no men in the castle” rule that was lifted for the party.

“So how long have you been friends with this man-thing for, then?”

“Since we were little kids, I met him before my parents died. We basically grew up together. We even made a pact that if we were both single by the time we were 30 we would just marry each other.” You say with a laugh.

Alcina however, did not find your pact with Alexi nearly as amusing as you did if the clenching of her jaw was any indication. You immediately picked up on her reaction and raised your eyebrows at her.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” She says with a tight smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “I just find it quite interesting you bargained to marry a man.”

Her suddenly cold attitude caught you off guard and was confusing until a thought dawned on you.

“Oh my god, Alcina, are you jealous?” You say with a smile growing on your face.

Her eyes flash with something akin to anger and they narrow at you as she scoffs. “Hah! Jealous? Of a stupid man-thing? Please, don’t offend me.”

Alcina turns her attention back towards the list. You can see how tight her jaw still is and the vein in her neck pulse like it does when she gets worked up.

“You’re so jealous!”

“I am not. I just don’t enjoy the thought of you marrying a man.” The tension in her body was palpable. Alcina would never admit that she was jealous. Possessive? Sure. But jealousy? That was a hideous trait, but Alcina couldn’t help but feel horribly jealous deep down.

Sensing her change in demeanor, you stood up and walked around her desk and crawled into her lap. Alcina sat back in her chair and looked down at you, a slight furrow in her brows still visible.

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about, or be jealous of. I promise. Alexi is just a friend, never anything more.” Alcina’s hands slide to your hips with a firm grip. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m yours.”

A low purr erupts from deep in her chest as you play to her possessiveness. Her pupils dilate and she leans down into your space, just barely brushing her lips against yours.

“Mine.” She growls.

“Yours. Forever.”

 Alcina’s grip on you tightens as she surges forward, crashing her lips into yours with a growl. Her tongue pries your lips open and she claims your mouth, making you whimper in response. One of her hands leaves your hips and tightly grips the hair on the back of your head and her other hand digs into your hip, no doubt leaving bruises behind. As you pull back to take a breath, Alcina nips at your bottom lip, sucking on it before letting it snap back into place.

Your half-lidded eyes meet hers, a smoldering gold, and she guides your lips back to hers. Just as your lips touch once more, the shrill ring of the telephone snaps you out of the lust-filled moment. Alcina growls against your lips, clearly unhappy with the sudden interruption, and releases the grip in your hair to pick up the receiver.

“Yes?” She all but growls. Her eyes roll as she lets out a huff through her nose. You can tell that this is probably an important business call she’s going to have to take, instead of telling them to call back later so the two of you can continue what you’ve started - which is likely what she would prefer to do right now. “Ah, Mr. Botezatu, I’ve been expecting your call. No, this isn’t a bad time at all.” She says practically through her teeth.

Alcina looks down at you and pulls away the hand she’s been mindlessly caressing your hip with to cover the end of the receiver. 

“I’m sorry.” She mouths before leaning into your ear. “I must take this, draga mea. But we shall continue this later. Understood?” She nips at your neck, catching you by surprise as you try to silence the small squeal you let out. Alcina’s chest rumbles with a deep chuckle as she pulls away and turns her attention back to the phone call.

Giving her a nod, you climb off of her lap and just before you’re out of reach, Alcina lands a firm smack to your behind. You turn to give her a playful glare and all you receive back is a wink and a smirk before you turn and leave her office.

The rest of the day was spent with the girls going over more plans for the party. They did their best to keep as much of it a secret as they could, but they caved and let you in on some of the ideas they had. There was also plenty of complaining about how Alcina ended up taking over the majority of the planning. They batted their eyelashes at you, hoping to sway you in convincing Alcina to let them back in on the bigger plans; but even you knew that once Alcina had a vision, nothing you could do would get her to relent.

Dinner came and went and Alcina was still cooped up in her office. You decided to bring her a bottle of wine and her favorite glass so she would at least have something to eat.

“Enter.” She said after you knocked on the door.

When you walked into the room, Alcina looked up and her demeanor brightened significantly.

“One moment.” She mouthed, holding up a finger, turning her attention back to the phone. “Yes, thank you. Yes, the next batch is set to ship next week and the following will ship early spring. Excellent. Have a wonderful evening.”

She returns the phone to its cradle and lets out a sigh before shifting her gaze back to you.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, draga?” She says, resting her chin in her hand.

“You missed dinner, so I figured I’d bring you something to drink while you were working.”

Alcina looks over at the clock and exhales as she reads the time. Her eyes flick back to you, with an apologetic look.

“I am sorry, draga. I’ve been so wrapped up with work I didn’t even realize the time.”

“It’s alright. The girls and I understand.” You say as you place the wine and glass on her desk.

“Thank you, my sweet.” She says as she leans down and pecks your lips. The phone rings and Alcina rolls her eyes. “One moment, draga.” She says before picking up the phone. “House Dimi- Ugh. Karl. Yes?” She says with an even more exaggerated eye roll. “Well, it’s about time you gave me your RSVP. They were due over a week ago! Although I shouldn’t be surprised, it’s not like a mutt like you can read.”

You hear Karl yell something over the phone and Alcina pinches the bridge of her nose and exhales.

“Of course you were the last one to respond!” She says. “Yes, even Moreau responded, on time.” Alcina looks at you and shakes her head at whatever Karl says. “Yes, Mother Miranda was the very first person to respond - of course she is attending!” She yells.

Your eyes widen and you freeze in place. Why it had never occurred to you that Mother Miranda would also be invited and possibly attend was beyond you, but the thought of being in the same room again as her scares you and your fingers absent-mindedly trace the light scar on your chest from her claws.

Alcina notices your thousand yard stare and rushes Karl off of the phone.

“Draga?” She says, cupping your cheek. “Are you alright?”

Snapping out of your daze, you meet her eyes. “Yeah, I just didn’t think about the fact that Mother Miranda will be there.”

Alcina takes the hand you’re tracing the scar with and places a kiss across your knuckles.

“Fret not, draga mea. She won’t harm you again. I promise.”

“Are you sure?” You ask.

“Yes, draga, I’m sure.”

Alcina cups your cheek and pulls you in for a soft yet passionate kiss. You feel the tension melt away at the touch of her lips and your shoulders relax.

 “Are you almost finished?”

“Nearly. I just have one more call I have to make.”

Alcina glares at the phone, ready to be done for the day and you bite back a giggle.

“Is it an important call?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s important but it does have to be done today. Although I am anticipating it to be boring, it will likely be a short call, thank the Black God.”

“Well, I can keep you company if you’d like.”

“I’d always like your company, draga.” She says with a smile as she goes to pour herself a glass of wine.

Alcina drinks half the glass before refilling it and picking up the phone once more to dial the number. She motions for you to come closer and scoops you up into one of her arms and you settle onto her lap. Curling into her, you rest your head on her chest and she keeps a protective arm around you as the person on the other end of the line answers.

Her fingers dance mindlessly across the tops of your thighs while she speaks to whoever it is on the other end of the line. She only removes her hand once in a while to write in her ledger laid out on the desk in front of her or to take a sip of her wine.

The conversation only lasts about half an hour before Alcina finally hangs up. As soon as she returns the phone to its cradle, Alcina stands with you in her arms and whisks you out of the office, towards her chambers. After ducking through the door to her chambers, she kicks it closed behind her and lays you down on her bed. Without saying a word she captures your lips in a passionate kiss and strips you bare.

“Now,” she says as she looks up and down your naked form. “Where were we earlier?”

A faint blush covers your chest, neck, and face and Alcina picks up right where the two of you left off earlier in the day, making sure there are no interruptions this time as she takes you over and over again.

The party grows closer and closer, with deliveries arriving nearly every day, even Donna stops by and takes your measurements for a custom dress. The two of you talk about what you want the dress to look like and settle on a design and what fabric to use. You also got to finally meet The Duke when he visited the castle and Donna placed an order with him for the fabric. Whatever you expected the Duke to look like, you were not expecting him to look like that. The aura he gave off was mildly unsettling, but he also seemed incredibly cheerful. Truthfully, you weren’t sure what you thought of the large man, but you decided not to think too much into it for your sanity. He seemed like he was the kind of person that was nearly impossible to figure out.

Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra grow more and more excited each day, especially since it’s starting to grow colder at night and their time outside is limited to the afternoons. They continue to pester you about what you want for your birthday, even though you insist that they don’t have to get you any presents. They, like their mother, are as stubborn as they come.

As much stress this party is causing the staff, you notice that as the party gets closer, they also grow more excited. Aside from the dedicated servers, most of the staff will be allowed to enjoy the party at their leisure, something you insisted Alcina allowed, and you can feel the anticipation in the air. Zina seems eager for the event as well, even though she will be manning the serving team. You can almost hear the excitement in her voice when she talks about it.

Finally, the morning of the party arrives and the castle is buzzing with excitement. Maids are scurrying around with last minute preparations and the girls can hardly contain themselves. So much so that the three of them are actually ready early - hours early at that. Alcina’s already building anxiety nearly skyrockets when they show up to her study nearly three hours before the start time dressed and ready. The girls have never been able to keep themselves presentable for more than an hour at most, but they promise up and down that they won’t ruin their dresses or hair and makeup before the party.

She sends them out with a wave of her hand as she goes back to finish the little bit of paperwork she has left for the day.

Meanwhile, you try to help with final preparations but every time you try, Zina or one of the maids shoo you away. Apparently it’s frowned upon to help to set up for your own party so you decide to distract yourself with a new book in the library.

Luckily, the new book sucks you in and before you know it, Daniela flies into the library.

“Dani, you look so pretty!” You say after you look up from your book and take in the girl before you.

“Thank you! Aunt Donna made my dress and Cass and Bela helped me with my hair and makeup!”

Daniela is in a form fitting floor length emerald green dress with long sleeves and a plunging neckline. Her red hair, as usual, is shaved on one side but the other side has near-perfect beachy waves. Her makeup isn’t subtle, but not heavy either and her eyeshadow beautifully accents her golden eyes.

“Come on!” She says as she grabs your hand. “We have to get you ready!”

“I thought Zina was gonna help me get ready?” You assumed since she helped you get ready for your date with Alcina a few weeks ago that she would also be the one helping you get ready tonight.

“Nope! She’s super busy making sure everything is perfect, so mother asked us to help you.”

“Oh,” it’s not that you don’t trust the girls to help you, but you know how chaotic they can get, especially if they start fighting and you don’t want to end up looking insane because all three of them wanted to do something different. “Alright.”

“Don’t worry, we already promised mother we wouldn’t fight and you get the final say on everything!” She says, as if she read your mind.

“If you say so.” You say with a playful chuckle.

Daniela takes you to Bela’s room where Bela and Cassandra are already waiting to help you get ready. Both girls look absolutely stunning. Bela is in a strapless a-line burgundy dress with her hair half up-half down. The parts of her hair that are half up are braided beautifully across the back of her head and the rest hangs down in pretty waves. Her makeup is minimal and she looks like a natural beauty. Cassandra is in a floor length metallic gold dress with a slit up the side, a straight neckline and thin straps. Unlike Bela, her makeup is heavier with dark eyes, winged eyeliner, and a bold lip. But she still looks just as gorgeous as her sisters. Her thick black hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail.

You take a moment to engrain the way all three girls look into your memory. Not only is it so special to you that they would get all dressed up for your party, but this is the first and probably last time that you’ll see all three of them dressed so nicely without a hair out of place or blood splatter anywhere. They all look truly gorgeous and it warms your heart to see them like this.

“Ready?” Daniela asks, practically vibrating with excitement.

Sensing the excitement in the girls brings a smile to your face, you’re really looking forward to spending this time with them.

“You bet! Let’s do this!”

The three of you discuss what you want to do with your hair and makeup and once a plan is set in place, the girls get to work.

Cassandra paints your nails as Daniela does your makeup and Bela does your hair. You’ve never been pampered like this before and as unusual as the feeling is, you’re truly enjoying yourself. As you look at the mirror while the girls work on you, your eyes travel down to the light scar on your chest and the much more noticeable one on your neck.

“Hey Dani, are you able to cover these up at all?” You ask quietly as your free hand runs over the scars.

The chatter amongst the girls stops and they try not to look at you with pity in their eyes. Daniela takes a look at them with sad eyes and meets your gaze.

“I can definitely cover the ones on your chest.” She says, dabbing concealer onto your skin. “But this one,” she says, gesturing to your neck scar. “I can put some makeup on it to make it less noticeable but I don’t think I’ll be able to completely cover it.”

Meeting her gaze, you see the sadness in her eyes. Looking back into the mirror, you see Bela focusing herself on your hair and Cassandra is staring at your nails as if they personally offended her. It’s always so interesting to see how differently the girls react to that day. Daniela wears her heart on her sleeve, Bela will almost always focus on something else so she doesn’t have to think about it, and Cassandra is still angry about what happened. Even though she’s forgiven Alcina, she still harbors some resentment about the whole thing.

“That’s fine, whatever you can do. Thanks Dani.” You say with a smile.

Daniela smiles and continues working on your makeup. After a few minutes, the chatter picks back up and the four of you go back to laughing and poking fun at each other.

Finally, your hair, makeup, and nails are done. The four of you decided on leaving your hair down in curls, pinning one side back and allowing the rest to fall down your back and a little over your other shoulder. It also helps to hide what the makeup couldn’t of the scar on your neck. For makeup, you settled on a natural, but not minimal, look with a red lip to match the red Cassandra painted your nails with.

“Now for the dress!” Daniela says as she flies to Bela’s wardrobe and pulls out the garment bag. 

Daniela unzips it and reveals the dress you and Donna spent hours discussing. It’s the first time any of you have seen it and you are stunned at her work. The black sequins sparkle beautifully in the light and you can’t wait to try it on.

You can hear the girls flies buzzing in excitement as you change into the dress and when you step out from behind the dressing screen, the three of them let out an audible gasp. Turning to look in the mirror, the biggest smile pulls across your face.

“You look beautiful.” Bela says as she stands next to you and fixes a stray hair.

Looking over, you can see Daniela covering her mouth with tears in her eyes and you pull her in for a hug.

“Oh, bug! Don’t cry, you’ll ruin your makeup.” You say with a laugh.

Daniela pulls herself together and wraps her arms around you, giving you too tight of a squeeze before letting go.

“It’s a shame really,” Cassandra begins to say and Bela immediately stares daggers at her. “It’s such a pretty dress and there’s no way mom isn’t literally tearing it off of you later tonight.” She says almost too casually.

“Cassandra!” You say as your face turns bright red.

“Tell me I’m wrong?” She deadpans.

“Cass! Gross!” Daniela whines.

“Alright, enough!” Bela says. “You look absolutely stunning and mother is going to be beside herself when she sees you.”

“Thank you so much, girls. I really, really appreciate you guys helping me get ready tonight.”

“Of course!” Bela says.

“I can’t wait for your entrance! You’re gonna knock everyone dead!” Daniela exclaims and you feel your face drop.

“My… entrance? What do you mean?”

“Your entrance! You know, when you enter the party in front of everyone?” Daniela says.

“I - I don’t get it. Are we not just greeting people as they come in?” You ask nervously.

“What?! No!” Daniela says.

“All of the guests are currently arriving. We’re supposed to let Zina know when you’re ready so they can prepare for your entrance.” Bela explains.

“So everyone is going to be looking at me?”

“Duh, it's your party.” Cassandra says.

“Oh god, I don’t want to do that! Why didn’t Alcina tell me about this?”

“Probably because she didn’t want you to freak yourself out too much beforehand.” Daniela says with a shrug.

You start pacing as your nerves skyrocket.

“Oh god, I - I can’t do that! I’m gonna fall down the stairs or something and completely embarrass myself! I don’t want to be the center of attention like that in front of the entire village!”

“You’ll be fine! Just breathe.” Bela says as she tries, and fails, to comfort you.

“Hey!” Cassandra yells, snapping you out of your near meltdown and grabs your shoulders. “You’re going to go out there and woo the shit out of everyone, our mother included. You look hot as shit and you won’t make an ass of yourself. Don’t worry, you got this.”

“Do I?”

“You do.”

Taking a deep breath, just barely settling your nerves, you give Cassandra a nod and Daniela flies out of the room to tell Zina you’re ready.

A few moments later, Zina knocks on the door and walks in. Your jaw drops when you first see her. You’ve never seen her in anything other than her uniform before, no less all dressed up. She’s wearing a long sleeve black dress with her salt and pepper hair tied up into a perfect bun at the back of her neck. She’s wearing minimal makeup, but more than she wears on an average day. She looks so pretty and you can’t help but smile.

“Zina, you look beautiful!” You say.

“Oh, this old thing? Thank you. You look absolutely beautiful yourself, dear.” She says with a warm smile.

“Thank you.”

“Alright girls, your mother is waiting for you. Off you go!” She says as she waves the girls away. They give you each one last “you got this” before flying out of the room.

“Ready?” Zina asks.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t expecting to have to do a whole entrance.” You say nervously.

“Don’t worry, the Countess will be right there. Just focus on her and all will be fine.” She says.

“Alright, if you say so.”

“Let's get going, we don’t want to miss your cue.”

In the main hall most of the guests are gathered and the last of them make their way in. Some have already gone into the ballroom where the party will be hosted, the rest wait in the hall to watch your entrance. Zina stops you before you turn the corner and has you wait as she goes to tell Alcina you’re ready to go.

Alcina nods and bends through the doorway and heads to the stairs. The guests all applaud as she makes her way down, stopping at the landing to address the crowd.

“Thank you all so very much for accepting the invitation to Castle Dimitrescu for this wonderful event.” She says and the audience applauds. “This is the first time in decades that House Dimitrescu has opened its doors for such an event, and I am proud and honored to be your host this evening.” As she begins to descend down the stairs, Bela, Cassandra and Daniela appear at the top and make their way down, meeting their mother at the foot of the stairs.

She cups each of their faces as they pass her and tells them how absolutely beautiful they all are.

Zina leads you around the corner to the door Alcina stepped through and makes you wait before sending you through.

“And now, our guest of honor, Y/N.” Alcina says.

Zina gives you a little nudge and you freeze in place. Nearly the entire village is waiting at the bottom of those stairs to see you. Mother Miranda will be in that crowd and that thought alone is nearly enough to have you turn and run away.

Noticing the panic surging in your eyes, Zina takes hold of your hand and you snap out of your spiral. Your eyes meet her kind, blue eyes and she smiles at you.

“Go on, dear. You will be fine. Just look at the Lady, you’ll be great.”

With the ounce of confidence she gave you, you take a step through the door before it vanishes. As you step towards the stairs, gasps fill the room as the crowd sees you for the first time and applause fills the air. Your eyes nervously scan the faces, desperately looking for a familiar one. Unfortunately, the first person you see is Mother Miranda and her eyes are locked onto you with a cold gaze. Your heartbeat begins to pick up and you grip the bannister harder trying to steady yourself at the top of the stairs. It seems almost impossible to take your eyes off of hers until you feel another set on you. Looking down, you see Alcina at the bottom of the stairs and you immediately relax.

The look of shock on her face melts into pure happiness as her smile grows wide and you start making your way down the stairs towards her. Even if you tried, even if you wanted to, there was no way you would ever be able to take your eyes off of her. The eggplant gown she’s wearing compliments her complexion beautifully. It’s almost impossible to pull your eyes away from the deep v cut of her dress but your eyes travel down lower and you’re enamored by how perfectly the fabric clings to every one of her curves.

By some miracle, you make it to the landing without tripping or making a fool of yourself and Alcina reaches her hand out for you to take hold of. It takes all of your self control to not throw yourself into her arms and kiss her in front of everyone, but you find the strength to keep your composure. After walking down a few more steps, you take her hand in yours and once you're close enough she leans in.

“You look absolutely stunning, draga mea.” Alcina whispers to you.

“So do you, Alci.” You whisper back.

The applause fades and Alcina turns her attention back to the crowd, your hand still in hers.

“It is truly an honor to reopen my home to celebrate one of the very finest women this village has to offer. Ever since Y/N walked through these castle doors she has brought nothing but light to our once dark home. To show my appreciation for her, I have a gift that very few have had the honor of receiving in House Dimitrescu.” On command, a maid steps forward with a black box in her hand and gives it to Alcina. Alcina lets go of your hand to take the box and faces you once more. “My gift to you, draga mea, will not only offer you protection everywhere you go, but it is also a token of my love and my appreciation for you and I truly hope you will love it.”

Looking into Alcina’s eyes, you see a hint of nervousness and your stomach churns, unsure of why she’s nervous. Alcina opens the box and a sparkle immediately catches your eye. Sitting on pristine black velvet is an absolutely stunning silver and diamond choker necklace. In the center sits the Dimitrescu crest, a beautiful rose with two swords crossed through it. Your jaw drops at the sight of it and you can’t help but cover your mouth with your hands.

“Alcina,” you say. “This is absolutely beautiful.”

Your eyes begin to mist and you look up to meet hers, only to notice hers have begun to water as well.

“Do you really like it?” She whispers.

“I love it. I love it so much. Thank you.” You say.

Without even thinking the both of you lean in and your lips meet in a loving kiss. You can hear a few gasps from the crowd but the both of you ignore it as you pull apart.

“May I?” She asks, gesturing to the necklace.

“Of course.”

Alcina removes the necklace from the box and you turn around and move your hair to allow her to put the necklace on you. The jewelry is ice cold against your skin but quickly warms as she fastens it effortlessly despite the size of her fingers. You trace the crest with your fingers as you turn back around and Alcina looks at you with so much love it takes everything in you not to grab her face and kiss her again.

“Perfect. Absolutely beautiful.” She says.

The two of you stare into each other's eyes for another moment before she addresses the crowd once more.

“Let the celebration commence!”

Right on cue, the music starts up and the serving staff begins to weave in and out of the crowd with trays full of champagne. Alcina guides you down the rest of the stairs and the girls gush over the necklace. The sound of tiny footsteps takes your attention away and you turn around just in time for Elena to jump into your arms, squealing your name.

“Hi my sweet girl!” You say with excitement. “Look at you!” You say as you pull back to look at her. “You look so beautiful!”

“Mommy picked out my dress!” She says as she kicks her feet.

“She picked out such a beautiful one! You must be one of the prettiest girls at the party.”

“Not prettier than you!”

“Somehow I doubt that.” You say as you nuzzle your nose against hers.

Anna and Crina walk up to you, each of them holding onto one of the boys hands, with huge smiles on their faces. You hug and kiss each of them with one arm as Elena continues to cling to you before you greet your aunt and uncle.

Both of them seem wildly uncomfortable and your aunt tries and fails to hide the look of displeasure on her face when she looks at you and Alcina. Your uncle doesn’t even try to hide his scowl.

“Elena, come here please.” Your aunt says, taking the girl from your arms. She stares at the choker necklace Alcina gifted you and glares at you.

The look she gives you takes you aback and you unconsciously step backwards into Alcina. Alcina’s large hand settles on your shoulder and grounds you.

“I do hope the trip from the village this evening was pleasant.” Alcina says, feigning politeness.

“It was.” Your aunt says.

Your uncle steps up to you and leans in to get a better look at your necklace. He lets out a scoff and looks you in the eyes.

“I never thought you would be one to whore yourself out.” He says quietly enough so the kids can’t hear him. “And to this monster? You are a disgrace. It’s a good thing your parents are dead. Because this would surely kill them.”

Your heart sinks into your chest and the grip Alcina has on your shoulder tightens. A low growl erupts from deep in her chest and your uncle looks up to glare at her. He’s only able to hold her stare for a couple of seconds before the death glare she’s sending his way is too much for him to bear and he walks away. The girls’ flies buzz angrily as they seethe, all three of them staring up at their mother waiting for her to give them permission to tear him limb from limb. Alcina raises her hand to silence them. They open their mouths to protest but one look from Alcina stops them.

The sound of someone clearing their throats takes your attention away and you look over to see Mother Miranda standing next to the group. She’s sporting a smile yet the icy blue of her eyes is as frightening as ever. Her eyes drift over towards your aunt and Elena and your aunt bows your head.

“Mother Miranda. It is an honor.” She says as her voice shakes.

Mother Miranda nods at your aunt and doesn’t take her eyes away from her or Elena. The look she gives them makes your stomach twist and Alcina can feel the nerves rippling off of you.

“I hope you enjoy the party.” She says to your aunt with a smile that doesn’t even begin to reach her eyes.

Your aunt nods, taking that as her exit and quickly gathers the kids, beelining it out of the main hall after your uncle.

Mother Miranda’s cold eyes meet yours and she gives you a sickly sweet smile.

“Happy birthday, my child.”

“Thank you, Mother Miranda.” You say as you bow your head.

“Mother Miranda, thank you for gracing us with your presence this evening.” Alcina says, mustering up as much sincerity as possible.

“And miss such a noteworthy event?” Miranda responds. “I see you were gifted the Dimitrescu crest.” She says as she looks at your necklace. “Very rarely is something so valuable gifted to others. You indeed must be quite special to my daughter.”

You swallow and take in a shaky breath.

“I am honored to have been gifted something so meaningful. It is something I will cherish for the rest of my life.” You say as you try to keep your voice steady.

“As you should.” Miranda says. “Enjoy your party. Alcina.” She says, nodding at Alcina who returns the gesture before disappearing into the crowd.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and Alcina turns you around to face her.

“Are you alright?” She asks as she cups your face.

“Yeah. It’s just - that was a lot.”

“I know. I’m so sorry that this is how your night started, draga mea. Is there anything I can do?”

“No, I don’t think so. I just need a moment.”

“Take all the time you need, iubirea mea.”

Alcina caresses your cheek before pulling her hand away. Zina walks up to Alcina and whispers something and Alcina nods at her.

“There’s something that needs my attention, will you be alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I promise.”

“Don’t let them spoil your evening my love. You deserve the world, go have fun.”

Alcina and Zina walk away and you take a minute to calm your nerves before weaving through the crowd of people. A few villagers nod at you, some wish you a happy birthday, others try to hide the look of disgust on their faces. It’s truly a mixed bag of faces and reactions.

After a few minutes of wandering around you hear a voice behind you.

“Oh my God! Who’s that hot piece of ass in the black dress?!”

Quickly turning around, you see Alexi with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

“Alexi!” You squeal as you run towards him and jump into his arms.

He hugs you tight and spins you around before setting you back down on the ground.

“Holy shit look at you!” He says as he eyes you up and down. “You look amazing!” His eyes move back to your face and they soften. “I can’t believe you’re real, that you’re here! Alive!” 

Tears prick at his eyes as he pulls you in for another bone-crushing hug. You hug him back just as tightly.

“When I heard what happened I thought the worst was gonna happen. I thought you were - I never thought I’d see you again.” He says into your shoulder. Tears start to well in your eyes, just before they fall he says “Fuck! You even smell good!” and you begin to laugh.

“I missed you so much.” You say as you part.

“Why didn’t you write?! I saw Anna and she told me she saw you a few months ago and said that you were happy and safe but I didn’t believe it!”

“I know, I’m so sorry. Things have been so crazy here. I should have let you know I was okay. I’m so sorry, Alexi.”

“Well, you’re a bitch for not writing, but I’m so relieved that you’re okay so I guess you’re forgiven.”

The two of you laugh and hug once more. A server comes by and offers you champagne and you each take a glass.

“Oh my god!” Alexi says as he goes to take a sip, pulling the glass away from his lips. “Okay was I hallucinating or did you and Lady D actually kiss?” You nearly spit out your drink as he continues. “I was so far back but I saw you lean in and then heard a gasp and unless you happened to fall and eat shit, you definitely kissed that giant.” Your cheeks turn bright red and Alexi’s jaw drops. “Oh my god you did! Was that the first time you’ve kissed her?! Shit, I knew you liked older women but damn.”

“I - we -”

“Oh my god that wasn’t the first time you kissed her was it?!” You continue to flounder and Alexi gets louder and more excited. “Bitch I can’t believe you didn’t write to me and tell me you kissed her! You’re unforgiven.” He says as he takes a sip of his champagne. “Fuck, this is delicious. Okay, so how many times have you kissed her? Have you done more than just kiss? Did you two hook up?”

You get more flustered and cover your burning face with your hands and Alexi’s jaw hits the floor.

“Oh my god.” He says more quietly. “Have you two like,” he makes a scissoring motion with his fingers.

“Alexi!” You yell and smack his arm. Mortified, you look around to see if anyone else has their eyes on the two of you.

“OH MY GOD!” Alexi yells, gaining the attention of guests in your immediate vicinity and you slap your hand over his mouth and shush him.

“Shut up!” You say as you pull him to a secluded corner of the main hall. “Come here.”

When you finally get away from most of the crowd you pull your hand away from his mouth and it hangs open.

“Oh my god you two totally fucked!” The gears in his brain turn and you see a lightbulb go off. “She took your virginity?!” He says a little too loudly and your skin burns with embarrassment as a couple villagers walking by look over at the two of you. You flash them a polite smile before you glare at your best friend.

“Will you be quiet?!”

“Sorry! Sorry. But holy shit, girl, that gigantic woman took your v-card?!” Unable to verbally answer, you cover your face with your hands and shake your head. “Oh my god, how did she not split you in half?!”

“Alexi! She’s doesn’t have a -”

“She doesn’t need to with fingers that big! God, her strap must be huge. You poor, poor girl.”

“Oh my god. We haven’t - I don’t know if she even - we haven’t gotten that far, yet.”

“What the hell have you been waiting for?!”

“Things got complicated! I’m fine, but it hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows since I got here, okay?”

“And you’re gonna sit here and act like I’m not going to have you explain that further?” He says as he finishes his champagne with an eyebrow raised at you.

“I can’t get into all of that right now, okay? But I promise I will later.”

“Bitch, you better.”

“I will, I promise.” You say as you grab his hands and give them a squeeze.

“Ahem.” 

You hear someone clear their throat behind you and jump, releasing Alexi’s hand and turning around. Behind you, Alcina is standing there with a hand on her hip and her eyes narrowed at Alexi.

“Alcina! You scared me.”

“Are you enjoying your party, draga?” She asks you, yet her eyes continue to glare at Alexi.

“Yes! It’s so beautiful. Alexi and I were just catching up. Alcina, this is my best friend, Alexi. Alexi, this is Alcina.” You say, trying to diffuse the tension.

Alexi stands there, pinned by her glare and you nudge him to break him out of the spell.

“Oh, uh, it’s an honor to meet you, my Lady.” He says with a shaky voice as he gives a small bow.

Alcina purses her lips and looks down at you. Before she goes to speak, one of the stablehands steps in and addresses Alcina. He’s a bit taller than you, about the same height as Alexi with ash blonde hair and broad shoulders. You can tell by the way Alexi is looking at him that he completely forgot about you and Alcina.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt my Lady.” He says with a bow. “But may I borrow a servant or two? One of the horses stepped on one of the vineyard workers' feet and potentially broke his foot. We are having a difficult time dealing with all the horses with one less worker.”

Alcina sighs and you look over at Alexi and nudge him, nodding your head towards the stablehand.

“Oh! Uh, I - I can help!” He says almost too eagerly. Alcina looks at him and he clears his throat and gathers himself. “I mean, I tend to my fathers horses all the time. I can lend a hand, if you need.” You nudge him again. “My Lady.”

Alcina looks at you and you give her a nod and smile at Alexi.

“Well, if you have experience with horses, I don’t see why not.”

“Oh shit, really?” Alexi says and Alcina glares at him. “I - I mean, thank you my Lady.”

You smile at Alexi who introduces himself to the stablehand and they walk towards the doors together. With a laugh, you shake your head at your friend.

“That is your best friend?”

“Alcina!” You say with a laugh. “Be nice, he was nervous.”

“Mhm. Yet he still seemed quite friendly with you.” She says as her eyes stay on the two men as they exit the main hall.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You two seemed awfully touchy, when I approached.” Alcina crosses her arms across her chest and purses her lips.

“What are you - I was just holding his hands?”

“He knows you are mine. Yet he put his hands on you anyway.”

“Alcina, what’s going on?”

“I understand he is your best friend, but I do not trust those man-things. Especially around you. There is only one thing they want and they will do anything to get it.”

You stand there with your eyebrows furrowed. On one hand, you know what she means, but on the other - you realize she’s missing a key piece to the puzzle and you bark out a laugh and cover your mouth.

“Draga, this is no laughing matter.”

“Oh my god, Alcina, do you think he was hitting on me?”

“In all my years of life, men have only ever wanted one thing -”

“Alcina!” You say, abruptly ending her rant. Her eyes narrow at you as you continue to laugh. “He wasn’t hitting on me! Alcina, Alexi is gay. He’s not into women!”

Alcina opens her mouth to speak and closes it. She does this a few more times as a light blush dusts across her cheeks and you continue to laugh.

“I - I was not made aware of his preferences.”

As hard as you try to stifle your laughter, it still comes out from between your fingers as your hand is clasped over your mouth. Alcina is embarrassed as it is, you don’t want to make it any worse, but you can’t help but find this situation hysterical.

“It is not funny, draga.” Alcina says as she tries to hold back her smile. Despite her embarrassment, she too finds the situation amusing.

“Oh come on, it’s a little funny.” You say as you start to gather yourself.

Alcina shakes her head at you.

“Come, you haven’t even made it into the main event yet, draga.” 

[mashup-writing]

Backstage Brainstorm (Resident Lover; Cassandra Dimitrescu)

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Requested? ❌

"Hurry home, let's never leave the house."

Summary: It hasn't even been a week since the Romeo and Juliet play had It's closing night but Cassandra, the ever sky-reaching star, is already trying to think up her next play that will be shown on the Campus theatre next year. It's up to you to convince her to get some much needed sleep.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Resident Lover Masterlist

01-11: I swear, there was someone who asked me to make a Cassandra fluff fic but I can't find it in my inbox so now I'm not sure if I just accidentally deleted it or if it was in the RL Server that someone asked..

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Light assaults your eyelids and you can't help but groan in sleepy annoyance. It's not bright enough to feel like sunlight, plus there's a lack of warmth in the air. You're forced to slowly blink your eyes open as your mind starts to wake itself up in the attempt to decipher what the light source is.

You turn in the bed, arm extended to reach for...

Cold sheets?

You crack one eye open to find the culprit behind the brightness: Cassandra's over on her writing desk, with the night lamp turned on as she types away on her laptop, occasionally turning to a book by her hand before turning back to her laptop.

You untangle yourself from the sheets before slowly getting up and walking over to where the theatre director is.

"Hey there."

The clicking of the keycaps stop as you place a soft kiss to the top of Cassandra's head, keeping a hand buried in her hair even when you've pulled away. She tilts her head up to meet your gaze, and a sheepish smile grazes her lips as you raise your eyebrows at her. A silent question of "What are you up to?" conveyed clearly enough by your expression.

Cassandra sighs, taking your free hand in her own and placing kisses on each of your knuckles. It puts a smile on your lips, it was a habit Cassandra has developed ever since the two of you had started officially dating which she does whenever you're in very close proximity and she's gathering the words in her head before letting them leave her lips.

"A rough script draft of the play that I'm thinking of bringing from pages to a theatre stage. For this incoming year I was thinking Frankenstein, The Shadow Over Innsmouth, or Faerie Tale- I'm thinking Innsmouth but I still have no idea how we'll be able to set the stage for the parts that require an oceanic backdrop.."

The Actress has looked back over to the book on the table and her eyes skim the pages with a very focused look in them which you would have found cute if not for the very dark bags underneath.

"Incoming year."

Cassandra looks back over to you with a raised brow. "Huh?" is the only sound that leaves her mouth. You shake your head in fondness, how she's both basically a genius and a dumbass all in one is something that will never cease to surprise you. She offers no complaints when you take your hand out of her hair and go about saving the file on her computer before shutting it down. The look you sent her when she tried to start complaining was enough to shut her up.

You take both her hands in yours, gently pulling her up from her seat before leading her back under the blankets. Cassandra settles into your arms, head tucked underneath your chin. The sigh of contentment she lets out results in a chuckle from you.

"Much better than hunching over a desk isn't it?"

There's a beat of silence before Cassandra begrudgingly agrees with a muffled "I guess so." that could've been mistaken as nothing more than a grumble. But you know better.

"Vacation's just ended, Cass. I know you're in love with the Theatrical Arts, but now's the time for you- For us to catch up on sleep and take the breaks that we deserve."

She places a kiss to your collarbone, agreeing with a hum before nuzzling back into her comfortable position being tucked underneath your chin.

"You've got a point that I refuse to argue, and that's coming from someone in pre-law so you know you've won big time."

You both laugh, and the air in her room is filled with the essence of comfort. There's no place you'd rather be and even if you can feel that sleep is starting to creep up on the both of you, you can't help but try your best to delay it in favor of hearing Cassandra's voice for just a little longer.

"How come The Shadow Over Innsmouth was your first choice?"

"Well, the book literally starts off from the point of view of this traveler in a bus who ends up in an almost-abandoned village off a coast. He's heard stories about his destination but he's also very skeptical cuz most of the rumors legitimately sound like the story-tellers are off their fucking rockers-"

Cassandra's words start to slow and slur, and you're having difficulty in stopping her words from blurring together.

There's faint traces of bright sunlight peeking through the curtains of Cassandra's room, but it bothers neither Juliet nor her Romeo as the two both start succumbing to the inescapable pull of sleep.

The only sound that can be heard within the room is the faint synchronisation of the lovebirds' breathing.

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01-11: Cassandra fluff!! Cassandra fluff!! Cassandra fluff!! I still can't believe that this Campus heart throb has the "Tamest" cult ending possible.

[caitlynmeow]

Don’t get me wrong Daniela is a killing machine just like her sisters but compared to them she is the weakest one. There is a line in the game but I can’t remember where it was but— it makes all the more sense that she was kept away in safety while her sisters went after Ethan.

It’s like— She loves hunting and she’s really good at at, but compared to Bela and Cassandra she still has a lot to learn and the fact that she never hunted solo adds to that. Also, even when they go hunting she knows that her sisters are around so she doesn’t take it that seriously and ends up playing with her prey which gives them a chance to escape from her (but Cassandra is usually close by going for the kill anyway)

And Bela and Cassandra let it slide, every single time. Never have any of the two older sisters ever held it against her they just let her play and have fun. Because realistically speaking, Daniela is very dangerous and threatening to any human so it’s never a problem, really. So what if she likes to play and have fun? They all encourage it and they’re always there to ensure she’s safe and no harm comes her way. She is learning a lot, and they can see her improving but she does it in her own way at her own pace.

[thewritersaddictions]

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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[thisgirlnamedblusy]

I'm not hers

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Dimitrescu Castle Maid!

Warnings: Brief smut, Minors DNI, jealousy, angst, forbbiden love, fluff...

Word count: 5,617

Summary: You are Alcina's favourite maid, but your heart belongs to another woman...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!! Requests are open!! I love you all!! :))))

“Here's your tea,” you said kindly, carefully pouring the almost boiling water into the two cups on the table.

“Thank you, (Y/N)” the lady of the castle, your lady, Alcina Dimitrescu, whispered.

You had been working in the castle for so long that you were beginning to not know what day you lived on. It wasn't torture, or the end of your life, as the villagers commented. Your skills in servitude had earned you a sort of privileged position among the other maids. Alcina herself had made of you her personal maid. Quite an honor, or so they said.

It was an ordinary afternoon, an afternoon of visitors. The youngest lord, Donna Beneviento, had gone to the castle to have tea with her sister. It was something that happened more and more often.

“Thank you...” the lady in black sighed, carefully taking her cup and slightly diverting her gaze to yours. You smiled kindly and retreated to a corner, waiting patiently for the lady in white to want something from you. You certainly didn't mind staying there.

“I'm very glad that you've finally decided to get out of that dark house and come here from time to time, Donna,” Alcina said, looking at you out of the corner of her eye.

The woman in black simply nodded. She was never a born communicator.

“Anyway, Mother Miranda called me the other day to talk to me about a matter that worries her...”

Lady Dimitrescu began to speak with the elegance that characterized her. Donna was listening, or so it seemed. You turned your head a bit to match what was supposedly her gaze, hidden as always, in that black veil. It was a brief look, but one that caused a knot in your stomach and a subtle lift of your corners.

Your hands, fixed in front of your body in a formal posture, played with each other, thus revealing your incipient nervousness.

“Donna, dear... Are you listening to me?” Alcina asked, drawing the attention of the doll maker, who abruptly moved her head towards her sister, turning away from your gaze.

“Yes, yes, of course,” she said, clearing her throat, her voice hoarse from not using it regularly. Your cheeks blushed.

Alcina gave a half smile and crossed her legs, resting her back on the sofa.

“Oh, I know what's happening here...” The lady of the castle whispered, studying her sister's gestures.

Your entire body immediately tensed and your breathing suddenly became labored. At least you were far enough away.

“What? I don't...” Donna murmured, you imagined with the same nervousness.

“You're worried about Angie, aren't you?” Dimitrescu stated.

Your breathing relaxed, you even had to suppress a sigh.

“I... Uh, yes,” the lady in black said, nodding, perhaps too quickly. Poor Donna, she didn't know how to hide.

“Don't worry about your puppet, dear... The girls aren't going to hurt her. You know they appreciate you two enough not to do it,” Alcina said amused.

“Yes, I know,” Donna whispered, also nervously playing with her hands. “I… I was wondering if…”

“Mm?”

“I’ve heard that you already have a new harvest ready," the lady in black said, almost in a whisper.

“One of the best I've ever had. The weather has been nice lately,” Alcina mentioned, sipping her cup of tea.

“I was wondering if I could take a couple of bottles. Your wine is excellent,” Donna asked kindly. What a poor excuse.

“Wine? Oh, of course, dear. You know you can always count on that, although I don't like when a lady like you drinks alone,” Alcina murmured, narrowing her eyes, as if she were trying to discover an ulterior motive.

“I don't drink alone. It's only to accompany meals, and well, also to cook...”  Donna explained, with her body moving erratically on the sofa.

“Fine...” Alcina sighed, looking towards you, as you already anticipated. “(Y/N), would you be so kind as to accompany Lady Beneviento to the basement?”

“Of course, my lady,” you said hastily, taking several steps closer to the women.

Donna stood up slowly, looking at you for a moment.

“Would you grant me the honor of accompanying you, my lady?” You asked, trying with all your might not to smile.

“Sure,” Donna whispered, under the watchful gaze of the lady of the castle.

You walked slowly to the exit of that small room, your heart beating as fast as it could. The lady in black followed you closely.

“(Y/N),” Alcina called, interrupting your path.

“Yes, my lady?” You asked nervously.

The lady in white stared at you for a moment and then sighed, shaking her head.

“Don't even think about giving her bad wine. If you do, there will be consequences,” she threatened calmly.

“Don't worry, my lady,” you whispered before disappearing from that room.

The walking was silent. There were a couple of maids in the hallways, and the screams of Alcina's daughters, probably playing raucously with Angie, bounced off the walls. You used that raucous laughter as a reference to know when you were safe.

The sound of Donna’s heels echoed off the ornate walls of the castle. When that sound was the only one that accompanied you, you got closer to the lady in black. Donna did the same, moving her hand until it brushed against yours, making you bite your lip.

“Wine? Really?” You asked quietly, looking at her out of the corner of your eye.

A soft laugh came from that black veil as the brushing hands came closer, intertwining your fingers.

“I like wine,” Donna said, in the same discreet tone.

“What else do you like, my lady?” You asked, turning down a lonely hallway.

“I like you,” she whispered, stopping walking and standing in front of you.

You smiled, your cheeks flushed, illuminated by the subtle light of the candles. Gently, you leaned towards her, pushing the black fabric away from her face and gently grabbing her waist. She sighed before your lips met in a tender kiss, slow but eager at the same time.

“I've missed you so much, (Y/N)...” Donna murmured, bringing her body closer to yours, continuing to kiss you lovingly and caressing your face, your chest...

There, hidden in an empty hallway, you shared a gesture of love, the love you had felt for some time. It was a clandestine, forbidden, unexpected love...

The day Alcina sent you to the Beneviento estate was the best day of your life for you. There you met Donna, a fearsome lord, a strange, elegant, ghostly woman. At first she was as shy as you'd heard the Dimitrescu girls say. Without showing the discretion that it’s expected of you as a maid, you began to ask the young Dimitrescu daughters about the lady in black.

Little by little, these visits increased to the point that the errands they had sent you to do were put on the back burner. Chats in the living room, chess games... Entire afternoons with Donna Beneviento. Love was not long in coming.

But, even though the feeling was mutual, even though Donna felt the same way about you, there was still one problem: you belonged to Alcina. You were a maid, nothing else. You were not an elegant lady, nor a lord, you were a servant. Your lady would never approve your love and, above all, she would never let you leave the castle.

After some tender kisses and whispers that said how happy you were to see each other, time stopped for a moment, with your bodies tied by your arms, not wanting to be separated.

“It took you a long time...” you said with a melancholic voice, playing with her black veil so that it didn't hide her true beauty. “Don't make me wait for so long...”

“I'm sorry, (Y/N). I don't usually come to have tea with Alcina. If I do it often it could be suspicious,” she said, gently caressing your cheek, looking at you with that shine in her eye that drove you crazy.

A sudden noise made you separate automatically.

“Come, we can't stay here,” you said, grabbing the hand of the lady in black and guiding her towards your chambers.

Being Alcina's personal maid had its advantages. Unlike the rest of the maids, you could enjoy a bedroom to yourself. It was small, but at least you didn't have four girls sleeping with you.

“Come in, quick,” you said, opening the door slowly, looking around to make sure no one was nearby.

Donna obeyed and you closed the door behind her, sitting on the bed. She did the same.

Her hand grabbed yours, without saying a single word, caressing your skin slowly while with the other she removed the black fabric from her face.

“Your skin is so soft... I love it,” she murmured, her gaze on your hand. You smiled. Even though your romance had been going on for a while, she was still shy. Why deny it, you liked her that way.

“It's a compliment?” You asked amused, pulling Donna by the hand to bring her closer to you and kiss her quickly. She laughed against your lips, nodding as you lay back on the bed.

“Of course it is,” she said smiling, kissing you slowly, without haste, placing herself on top of your hips, without stopping looking at you as if you were something tremendously valuable or admirable.

“You're beautiful, you know?” You whispered lovingly, running your hands through the black fabric that covered her arms. She shook her head.

“You know I’m not,” she said, relaxing her expression a bit.

“Whatever you say, Donna...” you sighed, used to her complexes.

The kisses continued slowly, innocent but eager. Your hands surrounded her body, keeping her very close to you.

“I've thought about you so much... I thought I was going crazy,” the doll maker whispered in your ear, making the hair on your body stand up.

“Me too,” you said, brushing a strand of black hair behind her ear before kissing her more passionately, rolling on the small bed. “Come on, don't be mean.”

“What?” She asked confused, lying on top of you, with her hand resting on the mattress and an amused look on her face.

“Come on, tell me things in Italian, you know I love it,” you purred, rising a bit to kiss her neck.

The lady in black opened her mouth to fulfill your wishes, but a few steps in the hallway made her sit up scared.

“Hey, nothing it’s wrong. No one is going to come in here,” you said, standing up and putting a hand on her shoulder. Donna sighed, shaking her head.

“I don't know how long I can stay here, (Y/N), it's dangerous,” she whispered, grabbing your hand on her shoulder and kissing it gently.

You closed your eyes, unable to refute those words. The helplessness you felt about that situation had been building up inside you, transforming it into anger and frustration. But, above all, you wanted to enjoy that moment for yourselves.

“Then it would be better to enjoy it,” you said, pulling her body until she rested on the bed.

Without wanting to think about it, you launched yourself into kissing her again, running your hands over her body, putting them under her dress.

It didn't take long for your maid's outfit to start bothering you.

“Let me see your body...” Donna whispered, untying the tie on your back, letting the apron get lost in the sheets. “You are perfect, (Y/N)”

You smiled as your kisses made their way down her neck, down her shoulders, taking advantage of her distraction to undo the buttons on her dress, reaching under it and caressing her skin.

There were more and more clothes between the sheets and less on your bodies. The heat of passion was unbearable. Not even the cold of the castle was enough to keep your body from burning on top of hers.

Her hands traveled along your already naked back, free of any article of clothing that would be bothersome to Donna. Gasps took over the place while you worked to unhook the black bra that prevented you from caressing her completely.

Donna moaned when your fingers subtly ran over her breasts, when your mouth gently bit the flesh of her neck. The pleasure was overwhelming. The touch of your almost naked bodies was a sensation that you remembered every night before going to sleep, to never forget it, to not let the time you spent without her by your side be even more unbearable.

“You look much better without that dress,” you said amused, lowering your hand down her body, passing over her chest, over her belly... Not letting your lips separate from her skin for even a second.

“Don't stop kissing me, darling. Your kisses give me life...” Donna whispered romantically, hugging you tightly.

“You give me life,” you whispered back, caressing her legs while your mouth went lower and lower, until it came across the last piece of clothing that remained on her body. She moaned, knowing what you intended, knowing that your kisses wouldn't stop on her lower belly.

You sat up for a moment, grabbing the fabric of her underwear and staring at her. Thoughts returned to your mind, anger burning in your heart again, at least for a second, at least until her hand traveled to your cheek and caressed it so gently that she almost tickled you.

“Maybe it isn't the time to tell you this but...” She murmured, with her gaze lost in yours, with her hand wandering over your bare chest. “Ti amo.”

You sighed getting excited to hear those words. You've never, ever heard them before. Neither of you dared to utter that obvious truth. Surely because by doing so, the feeling of helplessness would increase considerably.

“I love you, Donna,” you responded, rising to her lips again, kissing her in an anticlimactic way, breaking that burning passion that surrounded that small bedroom, at least for a moment.

You both smiled, cautiously studying your features. Love was the only thing your gaze reflected.

“Let me show you how much I love you, my love,” you whispered into her ear, biting her earlobe.

She moaned at the contact and closed her eye, fully enjoying your kisses going down her body again, removing that black fabric that separated your lover from nudity, from vulnerability.

Your lips rested softly on her skin while your hands slightly separated her legs. You knew that to be so exposed embarrassed her, but you also knew it drove her crazy. You circled around her private area as if you wanted to tease, planting timid kisses on the inside of her thighs. A frustrated moan left her lips. You smiled against her skin; that was what you wanted.

“Don't play with me, (Y/N), I need you...” Donna murmured, her hips shaking eagerly. You wish you could have had more time, you wish you didn't have to hurry so much.

Your lips brushed against her wetness, kissing it, licking it carefully as she writhed beneath you. Your fingers slowly moved down to meet your mouth, stimulating her body in the way you knew would make her melt with pleasure.

“(Y/N)...” She gasped as you carefully brushed against her clit, trying not to stimulate her too much. She was a very sensitive woman, in all aspects.

Your mouth continued to move on her folds, savoring her arousal, the shy and embarrassed sounds coming out of her mouth.

You added a finger to your actions, gently entering her, making her body squirm even more. Her moans became disordered little by little, increasing at the same time as your speed. Her back soon arched, gripping your hair tightly, holding you in place during her release.

You smiled satisfied, climbing back up her body. Her hands guided your head towards hers, kissing you with passion and gratitude for that fantastic orgasm you had caused her, moaning into your lips as she tasted herself in your mouth.

“Cara mia...” she whispered, turning around, showing that your time on top of her was over. It was your turn to feel loved.

You closed your eyes as you felt her tongue passing over your neck, as you felt her hands running along your legs, scratching your skin with desire, wanting to make you feel the same as her.

Her movements were more hurried, not wanting to waste time, not wanting to let your arousal fade.

Erratic caresses between your legs, two fingers running up and down your folds... All of that was more than enough for your body to lose control.

“Donna...” You moaned, suppressing the urge to scream when she inserted two fingers inside you, moving slowly, right where you needed them.

When your body gave in to pleasure, you thought you were in Heaven itself.

The caresses didn’t stop, your naked bodies came together again moving in a wet dance, rubbing those sensitive areas in a rhythmic way, with your hands intertwined, with your gazes fixed on each other.

“You're perfect...” Donna whispered, lying down on the bed next to you, exhausted with pleasure.

You smiled, snuggling into her chest, letting her arms protect you from the cold of the castle.

“Hey, that thing about you loving me...” You joked, moving a finger in circles on her bare chest.

“What?” She asked amused, kissing your hair.

“It's true?”

“Do you think I would lie to you?” Donna asked again, losing her smile a bit.

“No, I just wanted you to tell me again,” you joked hugging her body on the small bed. The doll maker laughed softly, lifting your chin and kissing you slowly.

“I love you,” she sighed into your lips.

“I love you,” you said.

After a moment of relaxation, enjoying the silence naked and cuddling, the negative thoughts returned to your mind, making your grip on her chest tighten enough to get her attention.

“Tesoro, what's wrong?” Donna asked immediately, positioning herself better so she could look at you.

“It's just that to have to be like this… It hurts me, you know. I hate to hid,” you said being sincere, something that you didn't know was a good idea.

“It hurts me too, (Y/N)... But there is no other remedy,” she said with a somber voice, taking her gaze away from yours, with an incipient tremor in her hands.

“I wish I could... Well, I could be with you without being afraid... I would like it so much, Donna...” You whispered, noticing how tears were beginning to form in your eyes.

“Me too,” the lady said, hugging you tighter.

“Why don't we tell Alcina?” You asked, moving away from her a bit.

“Tell her what?”

“You know, about us... Tell her that we love each other... Maybe she understands it and maybe... Maybe she lets me go with you.”

“You know perfectly well that it’s impossible, cara mia. You are hers. She would never let you leave,” Donna said, shaking her head.

“No, I'm not hers. Do you know how many times I have refused to go to her chambers at night?” You said, a bit annoyed by her defeatist attitude.

“(Y/N), don't remind me that. Every time I think she could... Make you...” She said stuttering, frowning in a dangerous way.

“I would never do it, Donna... I love you and...” You interrupted her, before she lost her nerve.

“Stop it, (Y/N)” she said with an angry, furious tone. “Alcina would never give up on you.”

“You haven't tried,” you replied with an angry hiss.

“Because I know it won't help. You are her property.”

“I'm not anyone's property,” you protested, regretting having started that conversation.

“That's not what she thinks,” Donna said, crossing her arms. “Do you think she would let you go with me? Don't be deluded, you are just...”

“A maid?” You finished her sentence with a pang in your heart.

“No, I didn't mean that,” the doll maker said, grabbing your hand in apology. “I love you, (Y/N), and I would like to believe that you and I could be...”

A knock on the door interrupted this argument. You, scared, covered yourself with the sheets.

“(Y/N)? Are you there?” The unmistakable voice of the lady of the castle matched the loud knocks on the door.

“Shit, shit,” you said, getting out of bed, looking for something to cover yourself. Donna also stood up nervously. You knew that Alcina wasn't exactly the most patient woman in the world. “Hide”

Trusting Lady Beneviento to fulfill your request, you headed to the door, covering yourself with the sheets.

“Did you want something, my lady?” You said with a formal tone, looking out the door, but without opening it completely.

“Ah, there you are... I've been looking for you all over the castle,” Alcina said, sighing in relief and looking at you up and down. “Why are you naked?”

“Oh, I, well... I went down to the cellar and... I wanted to take a bath. There's a lot of dirt down there,” you said nervously, trying to sound as natural as possible.

The lady raised her eyebrows with a confused look.

“Well, well... You're lucky that cleaning that area is not one of your tasks, huh?” She said with a seductive tone, unable to contain her studious gaze towards your pathetically covered body. “Anyway, where is Donna? Wasn't she with you?”

You were nervous, but it wasn't the first time they were about to catch you. You acquired a splendid gift for acting.

“Yes, well... she's already gone,” you lied, moving a black heel that was close to you so that Dimitrescu wouldn't see it.

“Has she left? Without saying goodbye? Without Angie? Oh... This woman...” the lady sighed. “Well, I guess you want to be alone. Remember that today it's your turn to get my manicure. Don't be late, mm?” She said before disappearing, shaking her head.

“Ugh,” you sighed, closing the door immediately. Donna emerged from her makeshift hiding place and began to get dressed. “Hey, what are you doing? Alcina thinks you're gone. We have a little more time to be together,” you said, grabbing her wrist so she would stop buttoning her dress. She just shook her head.

“No, (Y/N). I have to go home,” she said dryly, nervous about what had happened.

“Come on, Donna, don't be that way, I... Hey, I'm sorry about earlier,” you whispered affectionately, kissing her wounded cheek.

“Do you think I wouldn't like you to live with me? Do you think I like to hide what I feel for you?” She accused you, pushing you away in an unpleasant way. “But I can't, (Y/N). I thought you had already assumed it.”

“How do you want me to assume that the love we feel is impossible? Am I not important enough to you to fight for me?” You said, trying not to raise your voice too much.

“You are... You are the most important thing to me. You have been the first person I have loved in my entire life,” Donna said, in a horribly serious tone. “You were the first that… I… I gave you my heart, (Y/N).”

“Why don't we try then? What prevents you?” you asked, feigning indifference. “You were also the first for me, you know?”

“I can't take away one of my sister's possessions. She would never get rid of you. You just have to see the way she looks at you. I don't even want to think about the things that happen in this castle when I'm not here,” she said, getting out of bed and looking for her lost shoes.

“Oh, well, now it's jealousy time... Are you jealous? This is your problem?” You asked ironically, making her growl in anger. “I have never slept with her.”

“That's what you say... But are you telling the truth?” She asked again, with desperate anger in her voice.

“Of course I am, Donna,” you said, clenching your fists tightly on either side of your hips. “But you know what? I don't expect you to believe me.”

“Accept reality, (Y/N). Don't think you're the only one who is suffering here,” the lady in black murmured, heading to the door.

“Then do something! Damn it…” You shouted, not being careful with the tone of your voice.

“You know I can't,” she said with a broken voice, putting her hand on the doorknob.

“Coward,” you hissed, trying not to let your tears spill yet. “Coward!”

“I loved spending the afternoon with you, (Y/N),” Donna said indifferently, opening the door and leaning out to look around.

“That's it, get out, coward...” You responded, not being able to ignore the pain you were feeling.

The door closed and Donna disappeared.

“Fuck!” You screamed angrily, hitting your dresser with your bare foot. A terrible idea.

The creak of the door opening created some hope in you. Hope that she had reconsidered her words.

“Can you give me back the veil?” The lady in black murmured.

You made an angry face, picking up the black cloth from the floor and throwing it at her in a disgusting manner, slamming the door in her face.

You had to control your crying. Tears now roamed freely down your face. You loved her, she knew it. She loved you and you knew it. You didn't understand the irrational fear that Alcina provoked in her sister. It was true that Alcina never lost what she considered hers but... What problem was there for Donna to try? The lady of the castle may have been over a century old, but that didn't mean she could understand love between two people, whoever they were.

There wasn't much more time to grieve anyway. As a maid, you had many things to do.

“Be more careful, (Y/N)” the lady of the castle murmured while you fulfilled her wish to paint her nails.

The sobs had been present the entire time. Alcina simply studied your features, but she didn't ask.

“I'm sorry, my lady,” you said with a broken voice, being more careful with the nail polish.

“What's wrong?” She asked, taking a sip from her wine glass. “You look sad, dear…”

You obviously had no intention of telling the truth.

“It's nothing, my lady,” you said, suppressing another sob.

“You are so bad at lying, (Y/N)...” Alcina laughed, amused.

“It's nothing you have to worry about, my lady,” you said again, placing her hand delicately on the table.

“If it interferes with your incredible ability to serve me, I'm worried,” she said with a seductive tone, one that gave you chills.

You hadn't lied to Donna. Alcina hinted to you several times that she wouldn't mind having you in her bed. You always rejected her with elegance. She already stopped insisting.

“Have you had a fight with any of the maids? You can tell me, there is always room for stupid maids in the dungeons,” Alcina said, trying to sound funny, but only succeeding in sounding terrifying.

“No, my lady,” you denied calmly, focusing on your task.

“You know you're my favorite, right? I would never let anything happen to you,” the lady of the castle said with a kinder tone. You simply nodded.

“Excuse me, my lady,” a maid interrupted that quiet night. Alcina growled in annoyance.

“Irina, how many times have I told you not to bother me at this time of the night?”

The girl seemed a bit scared, but also agitated.

“I'm sorry, my lady, but...”

“But? What's going on? Speak,” Dimitrescu demanded, removing her hand from yours, moving her legs impatiently.

“La, Lady Beneviento is in the castle. She says she wants to talk to you,” the maid explained, making you immediately turn your head and almost spill the nail polish.

“Donna? What is she doing here at this hour?” Alcina asked, confused, looking out of the corner of her eye at your nervous reaction.

“I don't know, my lady. It seems to be important,”  the young woman responded.

“It seems to be important,” the lady in white mocked, putting on a robe over her night clothes. “Bring her here, come on, do your job,” she demanded unpleasantly.

The girl lowered her head and ran out of the room.

“What is wrong with her now... Oh, that woman... She's a sweetheart but the poor thing is not very right in the head, you understand?” Alcina explained, finishing her glass of wine.

“I think she's nice,” you murmured in a tone that revealed everything you were thinking. The lady looked at you curiously, frowning.

“Oh, yes, she is... Don't be confused, I appreciate her a lot. I hope she didn't have any problems with the wine you gave her, (Y/N).”

“No, my lady,” you said nervous as you heard some familiar heels approaching.

“Donna, dear, what brings you here at this time of the night? Did you have nightmares again?” the lady of the castle asked when the mourning figure of your lover entered the room. She was nervous, you could feel it.

“No, I... I wanted to talk to you,” Donna said shyly, leaving the Angie doll on the floor, inert so that she wouldn't get in the way. Hope returned to your heart immediately.

“(Y/N), get out. I'll call you when we're done,” Alcina ordered, gesturing to you with her hand.

“No, no, let her stay…. I... I wanted to talk to you about her,” the woman in black said hurriedly, her voice trembling.

“(Y/N)? What have you done to her…?” Alcina hissed, threatening you with her height and a dangerous look.

“Nothing, my lady,” you said, still with a bit of resentment for that argument. You weren't going to speak for her. It was her time to do it.

“(Y/N),” Donna murmured, approaching you with a firm step, throwing herself into your arms and removing the veil from her face so she could kiss you.

You dropped the polish on the floor, frozen by that reaction, by that unexpected and fearless kiss.

“Please, forgive me...” She whispered, kissing you slowly, without worrying about the woman who was between you. “You were right…”

“What's going on here, ladies?” Alcina asked, gently pushing you away.

“Alcina, I'm sorry but I... I'm in love with her,” Donna said, grabbing your hand, holding it tightly in hers.

“With you?” The tall woman asked, looking at you curiously.

You nodded, feeling sorry for your lover's bravery. You couldn't leave her alone.

“We love each other,” you murmured in a low voice, not daring to look your lady in the face.

“You love each other...” She sighed. “You love each other…”

Alcina Dimitrescu, elegant lady of the castle, lost that same elegance by bursting into thunderous laughter. You and Donna looked at each other, confused, nervous.

“Oh, my, my, my... So the noises I heard in your bedroom some afternoons were not due to your desire to love yourself... Don't tell me that my sweet, shy little sister was playing with you... What a surprise, Donna...” Alcina said, amused.

“Um... I...” The lady in black stammered. You couldn't see her face, but it would surely be red with embarrassment, like yours.

“(Y/N)... How well you hid it from me...”Alcina said, amused, filling her wine glass again.

“Alcina I...” Donna said, breaking that embarrassing tension. “I want, I want her to come with me.”

You squeezed her sweaty hand, letting her know how happy made you that she had finally dared to do something like that.

“With you? Where?”

“To, to my house... I, I wish she could live with me...” Donna answered, having difficulty in speaking clearly.

“Are you asking me to let (Y/N) go with you? Do you want to (Y/N) to stop being my maid? Is that what you're asking me, dear?” Alcina asked, with a dark tone, one that made you start to tremble.

“Yes please. I, I love her,” Donna whispered, probably feeling the same things as you.

“But dear, do you know how difficult is to find a maid like (Y/N)? She is yours in bed, but she is mine the rest of the time, don't forget that.”

“No,” you said, interrupting that dangerous conversation. “I'm sorry, Alcina. I’m not yours. I want to go with Donna.”

“Oh, how shameless you are, (Y/N)... Love makes you stupid,” Alcina hissed, drinking her glass of wine and plopping down on the couch.

“I will do whatever it takes to take her with me. I’m begging you, Alcina, let (Y/N) free. Please...” The doll maker said, kneeling in front of your mistress.

“Oh, but look at you, Donna. A powerful lord like you kneeling for the love of a mere mortal...” the tall woman said, with sarcasm and a sinister smile on her face “What would Mother Miranda say if she saw you like that.”

“I don't care about Miranda, nor about you. I only care about (Y/N). I will fight with you if necessary,” Donna said firmly, determined to give everything for you, to challenge even Mother Miranda. You knew Donna loved you, but you didn't know how much.

“I see...” Alcina murmured, shaking her head. “Get up, Donna.”

She obeyed, helped by you. You weren't going to let her go of, not even for a moment, no matter what.

“I guess I have no other choice, right, (Y/N)? Tell me dear, do you want to go with her? Do you really love Donna?” The lady of the castle asked, addressing you.

“Yes, my lady, with all my soul.”

“Okay, okay...” the tall woman sighed, standing up. “Get out, both of you. But…”

“But?” You two asked in unison.

“Be sure to come here from time to time, you have a divine gift for manicures.”

[urf4vsc0rpio]

HI SCORPIO IM BACK

i had a thought! imagine this! dimi sisters go thru a haunted house! spooks n scares! what would that be like for them ?!

(even as a scare actor could i win danis affection ?!)

-dani desperate

Dimitrescu Sisters Going Through A Haunted House

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nothing tbh

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: -

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Might be ooc, I'm still sick so I'm sorry if it's like low effort, I just rlly wanted to write...

Bela Dimitrescu

- This woman...hell idek where to start

- She'd flinch, definitely

- LISTEN. I feel like she'd hiss when she genuinely got spooked, idek why

- "GOODNESS !" - Bela Dimitrescu 2025

- THIS GIRL IS ON GUARD 24/7 DURING THE WHOLE THING

- "I don't think Bela would be that scared" WRONG. THAT'S MY WIFE WE'RE TALKING ABT AND SHE'S DEF A SCREAMER SOMETIMES WHEN SHE GETS SPOOKED BAAADDD

- Silly thing I thought abt but sometimes she'd def let out a yelp before hiding behind one of her sisters

- Would accidentally hit you

Cassandra Dimitrescu

- Oh this is hard..but I'm harder...but it's still hard.

- Cassandra? Getting spooked? HAH. No.

- Unless you're just a rlly good scare actor

- "Hah! You call that spooking someone!? That's child's play!"

- Oh you're a great scare actor? Be prepared for your ears to bleed if she actually screams her lungs out before threatening you

- Would walk through that haunted house like she owns the place

- Catching her flinching is RAREEEE

- Yawns.

- Most high pitched "you scream like a girl!" Scream ever. Fight me on this.

- Would purposely hit you (in the face)

- TO ANSWER UR QUESTION. U CAN DEF STILL WIN HER AFFECTION

- The type to hide behind her sisters while whining (or even sobbing)

- "UGH WHY DID I SIGN UP FOR THIS!!!"

- The type to scream, run and use her sisters as a shield before whimpering with fear (This is rich coming from a blood thirsty killer)

- Maybe, just maybe. If u managed to catch her attention, she'd purposely walk around the haunted house without a care in the world in hopes for u to jump out and scare her <3

- Trust me on this, by the time they're all out? Just know that she'd be in TEARS.

- I feel like Dani is the easiest to spook so yea

- "Where's that scare actor?" - Daniela Dimitrescu 2025

- "THIS IS TOO SCARY" "How are you scared of a haunted house..."

- 100% a screamer and a crier

- Clings to one of her sisters and REFUSES to let go "Dani they're just scare actors!" "What if they kill me!?"

- Oh you caught her eye? She'd probably throw lil flirts here and there for funsies, just to throw u off guard

- "Oh no! Please don't cuff me up and torture me, dear hot scare actor!" "WHAT THE FUCK."

- Funny thing I just thought abt, would accidentally turn into a swarm of flies when she gets hella spooked (Gets embarrassed in the end)

[eletricheart]

Forget-Me-Not

(Donna Beneviento x Fem!reader)

part 1

*pic creds to owner, got it from pinterest

Word count: 1383

TW: manipulation, attempted murder

I was feeling tragic when i had the idea but changed my mind so fluff with some angst sprinkles but happy ending

I tried to find a flower that meant heartbreak😭 amen to google, the photo was like unrelated to the title i just liked the aesthetic💀

ps: not proofread plss lmk any mistakes

ps2: i betrayed miranda cult and made her evil on this one😔

ps3: she's still my cutie silly girlie tho

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You kicked, screamed, cried, begged, but still left. You were too young…and your parents were too afraid, so you left.

You still remembered the day when she came, you remembered watching through the stairs railings as she glided on the floor. Her halo being the only defining characteristic you could perfectly recall, besides your parents' terrified face.

You knew who she was, having been to church since you were two years old. Therefore, when your mother called you (long after the priestess had left) to order you to pack your bags, you knew it was her fault.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Dani was…naive. After her conversation with her mother proved to be worthless and her refusal to accept you couldn't be found. The youngest Dimitrescu called the one person who could perform the impossible, Mother Miranda.

Cassandra had shown disinterest to the story since the start, this being a difference once compared to her two sisters. Bela wasn't as hopeful as Dani, however she was curious. So she indulged in the hunt alone.

To say Mother Miranda was surprised to hear your name was an understatement, the woman remained her composure as being questioned by Daniela, and vowed to find Donna’s little lover, for the sake of romance of course.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You were living a quiet life in south Italy when received a letter from Romania. You were aware of the risks of returning to your hometown, Mother Miranda’s threats were never idle. But you missed Donna, and seeing her one more time was better than living a long alone life.

You arrived Sunday at seven a.m, a time Bela knew the priestess would be busy with the Mass. You were naturally confused in seeing her but having gone that far you chose to trust her, and allowed her to lead you into Beneviento territory.

The dollmaker recognized you the moment you stepped into her land, after all how could she not, her memories of you were all she had for so long, memorizing every breath was only natural for her.

So she cleared the path, no pollen or hanging bodies, just a forest and a dirt road. She even went as far as attempting to clean the house in the five minutes it would take you to arrive, consequentially giving up and crying for two of the five minutes.

Angie was the one to greet you, shooing Bela away to interrogate you while a hidden Donna watched.

You allowed the doll to conduct you to the couch where you both sat and promptly began talking.

You were grinning while looking at Angie's long explanation of how she kept your path safe. Giggling when the doll asked what you were staring at. You shook your head with a smile. “I just--it’s so good to see you.”

Angie stopped for a moment and blinked. “Oh. It is always good to see me.”

You laughed and fidgeted with your fingers. “If you don't mind me asking…um…the blonde woman. Bela? I think? She said Donna was looking for me, and well that's why I came. So…do you know where she is?”

Angie nodded slowly, watching a corner on your left before staring back at you. “Donna needs a bit more time, she doesn't want you to fade away again.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Fade away?”

The doll shrugged and quickly changed subject. “Come help me and my friends to bake a cake.”

And so was your entire day filled with baking and playing. As much as you longed to see the dollmaker, you understood it had been a while, so you gave her time.

Donna was scared during your entire visit, what if you weren't real, what if it was just her mind playing tricks. It happened before, why wouldn't it now. And that's how she found herself sitting alone on her bridge.

And that's how Mother Miranda found her.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

The priestess arrived at your house minutes after you left and once seeing Bela’s letter she hastily returned to the village and waited for you. The service was the same as always, making it easy for her to watch you make your way to Donna’s Manor.

She knew your potential of ruining all the hard work she’s conquered with the dollmaker, but also believed in her creation.

Miranda knew Donna would not be able to handle your sudden appearance just as she knew the Lady would isolate herself away from you.

That’s why she was now sitting beside her on the bridge, rubbing gentle circles on her back. “It’s okay, my child. Tell me what happened.”

Donna was staring at her shaking hands, trying and failing to normalize her breathing. The priestess was slow to hold her hands, not wanting to scare the young woman, and repeated her words.

The dollmaker looked at her from the side of her veil. “A friend I–I thought was gone, came back.”

The priestess faked compassion. “Shouldn’t that be a good thing?”

Donna quickly nodded and wiped her tears behind her veil. “What–what if she’s not real? It’s been so long, I just–why now?”

Miranda took a deep breath, carefully measuring her next words. “My dear, I’ve told you before our procedure that your friend had died. I know it’s hard to let go of the past, but you must try so you can truly heal.”

The dollmaker lifted her veil to look at the priestess, as an act of trust and despair. “What should I do, Mother?”

Miranda smiled and gently touched her cheek. “You must put an end to her, it’s the only way.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You fell asleep on the couch while reading a story to the dolls. Angie was the one to wait for Donna’s return.

The doll didn't know what was discussed, however from Donna’s slow and dragging steps she could make a good guess.

Donna was holding a yellow flower, mentally preparing herself to poison you when Angie blocked her way towards you. “Angie, please, I need to heal.”

The doll fervently shook her head. “She’s the real deal, Donnie. You gotta believe me.”

Donna gave her a somber smile and controlled her out of the way. “We need to heal.”

She knelt in front of you, taking nervous breaths and tightly holding the flower. The dollmaker thought of every time you were by her side, every joke, every hug, every smile. Before she knew she was sobbing and straining herself from hugging you. She needed you to die, Mother said so, Mother knew best.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You woke up with Donna’s head on the edge of the couch.

You did not know of the experiments, or why she had sentient dolls running around, but you knew your friend. So you carefully repositioned yourself and hugged her.

You stayed in the embrace for so long that even the other dolls had moved to other rooms so as to not disturb.

Donna’s flower found a place on the floor since the dollmaker chose to grip your arms. “I–I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You gently shushed her and kissed the top of her head. “You have nothing to apologize for, I’m the one who’s sorry, I should’ve come back sooner.”

Donna lifted her head, the veil sticking to her face due to the tears. “I’m supposed to kill you, you’re not real.”

You held her cheeks and smiled softly. “I’m real, Donna. And I’m here, I came all this way for you. Whatever you choose to do, it’s okay, I’m just happy I get to see you one more time.”

The dollmaker nodded, going back into your embrace and hiding her head on your neck. “Is it okay if I don’t kill you right now?”

You laughed and returned the hug. “It would be great if you didn't kill me right now.”

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

It took her three weeks to understand you were not a hallucination and Mother Miranda was lying to her.

The dollmaker still kept the act, making her territory unreachable even for the priestess while you and her tried to find a way for her to leave without Miranda tracking her.

Still, even trapped inside her territory you were happy and dutifully kept your promise to never leave.

And if life ever got boring, Angie was always around to give you both a one week worth headache.

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[theyanderespecialist]

(Updated) Base Yandere Lord Dimitrescu Headcanons (Genderbent Lady Dimitrescu) (Resident Evil 8: Village)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! Welcome back to another chapter! In this chapter it is Lord Daddy Dimitrescu as a yandere, he is the genderbent of Lady Dimitrescu. The Artwork I have for this is on Tumblr, wattpad, youtube, etc. I own it as I commissioned it. I hope you all enjoy this chapter here!] 

(Disclaimer: Lord Daddy Dimitrescu is the genderbent version of Lady Dimitrescu, and he is not yandere in canon as her. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters is fine, just do not be gross or illegal about it. Also, rule 63 is if there is a female character on the internet it has a male version and vice versa. Also, Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. NO MATTER HOW MUCH THEY ARE MOMMIES AND DADDIES AND OR HOT LOL)

But let's be honest if Daddy D was yandere for me I would DROP EVERYTHING For this man! 

Still, yanderes are not ideal... poo... 

(Once Again, Enjoy this!) 

-Base Yandere Lord Dimitrescu Headcanons- 

.Lord Daddy D (yes that is what I am going to call him in this and you cannot stop me XD) is one of the four lords. 

.You are the child of the local tavern owner in the village. 

.You were to take Lord Dimitrescu's wine from him to transport out of town, this is how you met the lord. 

.Instantly he wanted you, and he would have you. 

.You would be a good partner and parent to his daughters. 

.He wanted to keep you and he will. 

.He now would come down to the tavern very often. Where he would see you working as a waiter at your father's tavern. 

.You were a dutiful child and he could not wait to have you. To taste you in more than one way~ 

.He obviously has an excitement for how large he is compared to you. 

.His sheer size, he could use you like a toy on his manhood. 

.The idea alone excites him. 

.Also he could make love to you standing up lifting you up and down on him. 

.Almost wrapping a hand around half of your waist. 

. Your size to him is something he likes very much. 

.It makes him the more dominant one and is able to make you his easily. 

.As a yandere he is very possessive and controlling and demanding. 

.You belong to him and you should do as he says when he says it. 

.You will be his nice little spouse for him. 

.He has a daddy kink 

.So he would be fatherly to you and guide you as a caretaker a lot of the time. 

.He is also the type of yandere that will love to worship your body over and over making love to you until you pass out. 

.To make you feel like you might shatter upon him.

.He is also very rough with you in the bedroom. 

.able to make you cry out in delight and come undone upon him. 

.He can be also a bit of a jealous yandere. 

.He wants to be your one and only. 

.If any other man or woman defiled you then they will be killed. 

.If you were with anyone else besides him he would punish you. 

.You should have none better and been a good future spouse and waited for him. Even though you did not know he would want you. 

.Once he does punish you and kills all that have been with you. 

.He will claim you, marking you as his and his alone, so no one will ever be able to have a claim on you again. 

.He will most likely brand you with his house crest and carve his name into your collarbone. 

.So everyone knows that you are his and belong to him and him alone. 

.You will be moved to the castle to be his bed warmer and future spouse. 

.Only his daughters and him could speak to you. 

.If you tried to run the villagers are more than willing to capture you again and to bring you back to him. 

.Where you would be punished by him for daring to leave then he will make love with you for days on end until you know your place with your future husband. 

.He deals with rivals by torturing them and throwing them into the dungeon. 

.You will be a good partner for him, he will make sure of it. 

.He confesses to you by having a candlelit dinner. 

.It is beyond romantic, if you say yes, you will be expected to marry him in post haste. 

.If you say no, well he will threaten your family. 

.He was a lord, what would your father do if he tavern was closed.

.If you still say no he will just have your father give him your hand that way you cannot say no. 

.In the end you will marry him, it is just better for you if you are willing. 

.He will hold your family over your head and you will be forced to marry him. 

.To become his spouse and to warm his bed. If possible to carry his seed and give him more children. 

.He will not stop until you are his mark his words. 

.You belong to house Dimitrescu, you belong to Lord Daddy D. 

(Now should there a mini-series of Vampire lord Daddy D >:3 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I hope that you all enjoyed this and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!] 

[ashbeneviento]

Donna Beneviento slight AU Fic idea that I had but have no spoons to fully write about myself but still wanted to share-

Throughout the game, there’s hints that point to Donna’s family taking root just outside the village long before Mother Miranda arrived. Her collection of books and the way her home is set up reminds me of Secret Societies or cults, along with the symbolism of hanging corn/animal mounts along the wall. So who’s to say the Beneviento’s weren’t some powerful cult Miranda took inspiration from AND also sought them as a threat? Or waited until the family birthed daughters instead of sons to fufill her plans?

After the events of her sister and parent’s untimely demise (or was it?) Donna, being raised by her family’s cult or secret society (prehaps even a coven, based on her Sun and Moon symbolism) hatched a plan. In the game, Donna’s spare bedroom upstairs showcases a book titled: The Decline And Fall Of The Demon King. This can be based off the real book, “The Downfall Of The Demon King” where the synopsis is: "In the beginning, four beings ruled the world. They call themselves Entities. These creatures use their immense power to protect mortals from beasts and nature itself. And in return, the mortals built cities and shrines around them. For centuries, the world was at peace, until the fifth Entity was born. They called him the Demon King. It is said that his power was so dark and fearsome he could end the world. Terrified of the Demon's King strength, the four Entities combined their power and imprisoned him for all eternity. With the Demon King defeated, everyone lived happily ever after. At least that's how it was supposed to go…”

Maybe the Beneviento clan always birthed two sons, the women always being married in. This would prevent the events of the “Fifth Entity” from occurring, and the four “Entities” happened to be relative to the original “kings” we see in the game. (Images found at the bottom of this post)

The original four families being Berengario, Lord Cesare, Guglielmo, and Uncle Nichola. Canon states this: “Donna Beneviento was born into the gentry of House Beneviento sometime during the 20th century, a family with ancestral links to Berengario, a man rumored in folklore to have been an ancient mutant who settled the region with three other houses from which the Dimitrescu, Moreau and Heisenberg families are descended.”

Because Miranda knew this, she hatched a plan to destroy the other three houses by eliminating the families, leaving one relative unaware of their family lore as a means to keep them loyal to HER and leaving the Beneviento’s for last, as they were beings who may have inherited mutations from Berengario. That’s why when Donna and Claudia were born, daughters instead of sons..the events of the fifth entity (Mother Miranda) set in, and she was the last to be adopted into her cult.

But Donna is obviously very intelligent, still aware of the “prophecy” because her family wasn’t destroyed until she was older (Miranda couldn’t use Claudia like originally planned because the cadou killed her). And by secretly letting the other Lords aware of said prophecy using her powers, they all hatched a plan to fake being loyal to Miranda and their deaths by Ethan. This is why the megamycete didn’t fully use Rose as a vessel because it couldn’t produce enough energy for Miranda’s ritual, and she was ultimately defeated. Donna, now even more powerful than before by “stealing” Miranda’s gift of the cadou was able to turn their deaths into an illusion.

I’d also like to think Angie uses part Donna’s cadou, part soul to be animated- and the other dolls are created using only the souls of her relatives which is why they don’t speak. They were already dead, meanwhile Donna was not, yet it caused her to die somewhat to be able to pull a ritual of “possession” for Angie. This is why her eyes are pale and grey, a mimicry of what happens to the eyes after death.

Her facade of being a reclusive and shy woman leads Miranda to believe the Duke would never do business or interact with her, and is the only Lord where he does not show up to in the game. The Duke may be an old friend to the Beneviento’s and helps the “four entities” to defeat Miranda, given his interests in obtaining such rare items such as their crystal corpses. He would have all the items needed to help transport them to a different place undetected. (Again, the crystal corpses are just hallucinations caused by Donna and they aren’t actually dead)

Some other ideas I had for this AU was that instead of feeding on blood, fish, or nothing at all.. Donna fed on souls. This would match her constant dark, macrbe energy perfectly. She’s close to the dead, her family is an ancient cult/coven..it all makes sense 🤷🏻‍♀️

Sure, there’s tea cups set about her house in game and even a kitchen.. and maybe she enjoys human food to an extent but her energy comes from souls. The way she gets this is by trapping poor unsuspecting villagers who disrespect her/are bad people into other dolls, transferring their “lives” into puppets to do her bidding while also feeding from them which is why she makes so many of them.

Anyways that’s my idea rambles, feel free to share your thoughts and if you happen to use this in a fic please tag me because I’m desperate to read it 🥲 I just have no clue how to flesh it out but really needed to get it out of my system lol

(Pics from “The Four Entities and Original kings” section of this post)