#like— Alcina is very maternal and she loves being a mom

[caitlynmeow]

Modern au

I believe that Alcina did give birth to all of her daughters. She never married or even got close to a man, partners come and go and nothing was solid for a while. Alcina’s maternal instincts kicked in and she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Money is never an issue for her. She is a successful businesswoman and her wine import is flourishing. Unfortunately, this meant that she will always be busy and it might hinder what she is trying to do. Because, despite her being busy, that itch to have a child never really left. And she knows she will not settle for only one child. Two or three children is an ideal number. She doesn’t want more than three, and having only one child would still be lacking.

After a lot of mulling and thinking things through, she decided to conceive her own child. Going to state of the art fertility clinic where there are many sperm donors, and paying a lot of money to have some control on some aspects of her pregnancy (she wants a daughter, not a son), and it worked.

She had Bela, a tiny heathy baby that filled her days with joy. A couple of years later, when her daughter is already walking and talking, she started feeling that same old itch again.

And once again, she went to the same clinic. Once more, she wanted to have another daughter.

After having Cassandra, Alcina got her hands full. Whereas Bela is mild mannered and did things meticulously, Cassandra was a force of nature. Her second daughter is wild and assertive, never pausing to think twice about getting herself in all sorts of trouble.

It was a few months of Cassandra starting preschool that Alcina felt that void again. Her wildcard of a daughter is getting tamed somewhat— school is helping her adjust and follow rules. Somehow, Cassandra’s very capable teacher is making big progress directing her daughter’s destructive energy into more productive things, like art and dance.

She knew that she shouldn’t, having two daughters is already all that Alcina has wished for, but a voice kept nagging at her to go for it one more time. Again, she didn’t feel like having a son. Having daughters is very rewarding and she enjoys every moment she spends with her two daughters.

One more isn’t going to hurt. (Only Cassandra’s pride would take a hit as she won’t be the baby of the family anymore) but it isn’t something that she will get over in due time.

And that’s how Alcina got pregnant for the third time. She knew deep down that this is the last time she tries it. Her every cell knew that having three daughters is what she’s meant to do.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

Can we have a scenario where Alcina brings the girls up to the Beneviento estate to spend springtime with Donna and Angie?

It had been a hectic few days.

The trip had been planned for quite some time, all the way back in the middle of winter, when Alcina approached her during one of the routinely meetings saying that her daughters wanted to visit her. Donna remembered the thrill that had rushed throughout her, and it was only her black shawl that kept her sister from seeing her eyes sparkle like a child’s on Christmas morning.

“They’ve been expressing wanting to see you for awhile,” Alcina had said. “And who am I to say to them? If you’re okay with them coming over, of course. I understand if you don’t want to. They can be a bit...much.”

But before Alcina could even finish the whole sentence, Donna was already shaking her head.

“You’ll allow them over?”

A vigorous nod.

Alcina smiled. “Wonderful. They’ll be ecstatic.”

Unfortunately, the meeting had to be postponed until the warmer months, as Alcina didn’t want her daughters going out when the snow was still fresh, but the minute the mountains thawed of their ice and spring swung into full bloom, Donna quickly found herself counting the days until House Beneviento was finally filled by her nieces.

When the day eventually came, it was even more of a dream than she had been expecting.

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela were absolute angels. Flesh-eating, razor-toothed angels, but angels nonetheless. Angie had leapt straight out of her arms to go and greet them when the horse-drawn carriage pulled up to the front gates, wiggling right through the gothic black bars and sprinting over before the giant horses could even come to a complete stop. She was just as excited as Donna was.

“They’re basically my nieces, too, you know,” Angie had said an hour before the arrival of the bug-spawn. “Aunt Angie! That’s me!”

The girls adored her. Cassandra and Daniela bonded well with Angie’s mischievous energy, while Bela was always fascinated with how alive she was. Angie thoroughly enjoyed all the attention.

“Remember, if they get cold, run them a hot bath and wrap them up in as many blankets as you can find,” Alcina rattled off to Donna while her daughters and Angie were roughhousing in the courtyard. “But if they get too hot, let them have a lukewarm bath. Not a cold one! Cold baths are a huge negative. Oh, and no decaying flesh! They have class and it upsets their stomachs. Also they’re very cuddly, so—”

Donna gently touched her sister’s arm and smiled up at her warmly, silently assuring her that it would be alright.

Alcina released a breath, then nodded. “My apologies. I just get worried. Maternal instincts. Being a mother has made me soft.”

Donna laughed softly, then squeezed Alcina’s arm.

After goodbyes were said and the carriage departed with a billowing of dust and cracking of hooves, Donna was left with her beloved nieces.

“Let’s go play Chicken by the cliffs!!” Angie yelled. “Don’t tell your mom!”

The first night the girls’ were over, Donna did a routinely sweep throughout each of their rooms, making sure they were all comfortable, and she found tears of joy welling up in her eyes as she did so. She couldn’t remember the last time her house had ever been filled like it was now. Suddenly, the cold hallways were warmed, which shouldn’t have been possible because her nieces couldn’t produce body heat, and yet she felt so cozy when she was with them, so secure and wanted.

Her nieces wanted her.

The next few days were characterized by games, laughter, and many stories. She learned so much about her beautiful nieces, like how Daniela loved cheesy romance books and Cassandra fully believed she could fight an army of chickens in hand-to-hand combat and win (she gave her a presentation on it) and Bela knew how to tie a really sturdy noose. Donna had double taked on that last one. Bela smiled at her innocently.

There were other things she learned, too, things she didn’t even know the girls could do. The first time she saw Daniela vomit on her food and watched it melt had her completely bewildered. Or when she saw that Bela’s blood had a green pigmentation on it, she was starstruck in awe. Or when she heard the PURRING—

Alcina never said anything about purring. And yet, when the girls snuggled up to her one evening and they began to make the distinct rumbling sound, she just about blacked out from pure joy and adorableness. And to think she thought they couldn’t have gotten any cuter...

But there was more. Darker things, this time.

Her nieces had issues, as everyone did. And one night, these issues really came to life, and she had to step up to be the comforting maternal figure in Alcina’s stead.

Donna had always been a light sleeper. She believed she had the house to thank for that. When you lived in a mansion as quiet as her own, you tended to pick up on the little sounds, like a creak in the floorboards or a thump in a room all the way on the other side of the house. Or, in this case, a whimper.

She sat up instantly. Angie did the same, and they both exchanged looks before getting out of bed and going to investigate.

“What do you think it is?” Angie asked in a whisper.

Donna shrugged.

She checked the closest room first: Cassandra was inside, muttering and growling in her sleep. She kept snapping her teeth at the air, twitching her claws like she was trying to fend off some unseen enemy, and Donna quickly realized she was sleep-fighting. She seemed to be winning, too. Nothing about her form exuded distress, so Donna left her to her dream battle and went to the next room.

Inside, Daniela had somehow managed to kick off all of her blankets and was now curled in the upper corner, most likely very cold. Donna hurriedly swaddled her back in the covers, adding an extra quilt just to be safe, and Daniela purred softly in her sleep in contentment at the warmth. Donna smiled lovingly at her before creeping out.

One sister left.

In her room, Bela was twitching in her bed, much like Cassandra, but her face was scrunched up and she was breathing harshly. She was having a nightmare.

Donna metaphorically rolled up her sleeves. It was time to be the world’s best aunt.

Creeping over to the bed, Donna extended a hand and stroked Bela’s forehead. The skin beneath her fingers was damp, she noticed. She didn’t think the girls could sweat, so it must have been some kind of substitute liquid secreted in times of great stress. And Bela was definitely stressed.

Bela kept jerking and whimpering, locked securely in whatever horrors her mind was playing for her. There were tear marks on her cheeks, and Donna gently thumbed them away.

Bowing her head low, Donna murmured soothing words in Bela’s ear, hoping she would hear her. She read somewhere that outside effects can sometimes get into dreams. She hoped that was the case here.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t going to be able to find out because Angie decided to step in and did so by jumping directly on Bela’s stomach.

Bela awoke with a gasp, which quickly turned into a wheeze, as she seemed to have been winded by Angie’s “help.” She pawed around the bedsheets, eyes wide and rolling in her skull. Donna gently touched her shoulder, and she jerked to her in panic.

“M-Mama?” Bela croaked. She sounded so scared, so young; it broke Donna’s heart.

Donna shook her head.

“A-Aunt Donna?”

She nodded.

“Aunt Donna,” Bela whimpered, keeling over into her chest, crying.

Instantly, Donna wrapped the weeping girl in her arms. She slid into the bed fully, holding Bela against her warmth, hoping that she would be able to replicate what Alcina did well enough to comfort her.

And it worked, it seemed, because Bela began to slowly calm down, especially when she started stroking her head and whispering to her again.

“It’s alright now,” she murmured huskily. “You’re alright, little moth. Your aunt’s got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Yep. She was definitely the best aunt ever.

[highlifeboat]

Daniela just keeps bringing trash people into this family 🤣

First she brings in a manthing, and now a ten year old! She can't keep getting away with this!

Though I bet Alcina would adore Eveline more than Max for sure lmao.

Honestly, if Eveline got real maternal love from Alcina (Or anybody really) this kid would be sobbing over it. Like you cannot convince me that Evie isn't incredibly desperate for someone to actually care about her without her having to make them. And given this idea that Alcina has a soft spot for children, I can very much see her looking at this kid who's so similar to her own girls and being like "Mine now."

And also the idea of Mia and Eveline building a real familial relationship. It's not an easy task, obviously, but I believe Mia at least cared a little bit for Eveline, and this gives her the chance to actually do right by her and to see her as more of an actual child.

But ALSO also the completely comedic idea of Miranda coming over, Eveline seeing her, going "MOM??" in the most shocked tone, and Miranda instantly turning around and getting the hell out of there.