#mother miranda x you

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Heyo! I was wondering if you could write something of Donna and Miranda (separate plz) with an s/o who carves wood and makes instruments out of said wood? Thank youuu

Fun!

Donna Beneviento and Mother Miranda reacting to a s/o that carves instruments out of wood.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Donna Beneviento

Donna enjoys a bit of wood carving herself! Though, unlike you, she makes doll parts rather than instruments.

She loves to watch you while you're working. Perhaps the two of you could do some wood carving together?

Angie wants to help with one of your projects! It looks like fun! Be warned that letting her handle sharp things is not recommended, however.

If you were to make an instrument just for Donna, it would quickly become a cherished possession. She would put it in a place where she can plainly see it throughout her day :)

Mother Miranda

The only kind of carving Miranda is particularly interested in is carving people open. To put parasites in them.

She does find the instruments you make quite nice, though! They're lovely sounding and well crafted.

(She does also delight in how skilled and precise you are with sharp/dangerous tools).

If you were to make an instrument special just for Miranda, she would put it in a case and display it :)

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Blood and Broken Art

Mother Miranda x Fem!Dimitrescu Reader

TW: Self Harm, Isolation, Rumination, ED Behaviors

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In the opulent halls of Castle Dimitrescu, amidst the grandeur of its ancient walls and towering architecture, Y/N, the youngest daughter of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, found herself embroiled in a situation that would test the bonds of family and forgiveness.

Y/N had always felt a certain distance between herself and her mother, Lady Alcina. While she shared a deep connection with her sisters, Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela, her relationship with her mother was strained, marred by a perceived lack of understanding and acceptance.

One fateful afternoon, as the sisters engaged in a lively game within the confines of their lavish abode, a mishap occurred involving some of Lady Alcina's most cherished art pieces. Panic seized the room as the delicate sculptures and paintings tumbled to the ground, shattering into irreparable fragments.

Lady Alcina's regal presence filled the room as she swept in, her gaze sharp and unforgiving. "What has happened here?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the air like a whip.

Y/N stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest, as her mother's accusatory eyes bore into her. "It... it was an accident, Mother," she stammered, her words barely audible amidst the chaos.

Lady Alcina's expression darkened, her disappointment palpable. "You dare to defile my belongings with your careless antics?" she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain.

Y/N's protests fell on deaf ears as Lady Alcina delivered her judgment. "You are grounded, Y/N," she declared, her tone final. "You will not leave this castle, attend meetings, or partake in hunts until further notice."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes as she tried to plead her innocence, but her mother's stern gaze silenced her. In that moment, she felt a crushing weight settle upon her shoulders, the weight of her mother's disapproval and the burden of her own perceived inadequacy.

"It wasn't my fault," Y/N whispered, her voice barely a whisper, but Lady Alcina's sharp retort sliced through the air like a blade.

"Enough!" Lady Alcina snapped, her words a harsh rebuke that echoed off the walls of the chamber. And with that, she turned and swept out of the room, leaving Y/N alone with her shattered emotions.

As Y/N retreated to her chambers, her heart heavy with sorrow, she couldn't help but wonder if her mother would ever see her for who she truly was, beyond her perceived flaws and failings. And as the days turned into weeks, the distance between them seemed to grow ever wider, a gaping chasm that threatened to swallow them both whole.

As the sun rose on a new day, casting its golden rays across the vast expanse of Castle Dimitrescu, Daniela, Bela, and Cassandra found themselves filled with a sense of unease. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on their minds, and they were determined to mend the rift that had formed between them and their youngest sister, Y/N.

With hesitant steps, they made their way to Y/N's chambers, their hearts heavy with worry. Pushing open the ornate door, they found Y/N sitting by the window, her gaze fixed on the horizon beyond. Her expression was distant, lost in a sea of swirling thoughts.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Bela's voice broke the silence, her concern evident in the furrow of her brow.

Y/N nodded faintly, but her eyes betrayed the turmoil within. Daniela and Cassandra exchanged a worried glance, silently communicating their shared concern for their sister's well-being.

"We thought we could do something fun together," Cassandra suggested, her voice tinged with hope, but Y/N's response was lukewarm at best.

"I'm... I'm just tired," Y/N murmured, her words lacking conviction as she forced a smile that failed to reach her eyes.

Bela's skepticism was palpable as she pressed for answers, but Y/N's excuses fell flat, leaving a lingering sense of unease in the air.

Reluctantly, the sisters left Y/N to her solitude, their hearts heavy with a mixture of confusion and sadness. Y/N watched them go, a hollow ache gnawing at her chest as she sank onto her bed, the weight of her emotions threatening to consume her.

Alone in the dimly lit chamber, Y/N allowed herself to succumb to the overwhelming exhaustion that weighed heavily upon her, her tears staining the pillow beneath her head as she drifted into an uneasy slumber, her dreams haunted by the specter of her mother's disapproval.

The library of Castle Dimitrescu stood in solemn silence, its shelves lined with ancient tomes and forbidden knowledge. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, regal and imposing, sat at the head of the room, her daughters gathered before her like obedient subjects awaiting her decree.

"Where is Y/N?" Lady Alcina inquired, her voice cutting through the hushed atmosphere like a whip. Bela hesitated for a moment before reluctantly divulging Y/N's recent behavior, her words tinged with apprehension.

Lady Alcina's brow furrowed in displeasure as she rose from her seat, a sense of purpose driving her actions. Without another word, she swept out of the library, her determination unyielding as she made her way to Y/N's chambers.

Barging into the dimly lit room, Lady Alcina wasted no time in rousing her youngest daughter from her troubled slumber. "Y/N, you need to come to the library. Your sisters are waiting," she declared, her tone brooking no argument.

Y/N said nothing, her silence a palpable weight in the air as she complied with her mother's command, her movements slow and listless as she followed Lady Alcina to the library.

Upon their arrival, Lady Alcina wasted no time in addressing her daughters, her demeanor stern and unwavering. "Mother Miranda will be arriving for an important meeting tomorrow," she announced, her words laden with significance.

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela nodded in understanding, their expressions somber as they absorbed the gravity of the situation. As they began to take their leave, Lady Alcina's commanding voice halted them in their tracks.

"Not you, Y/N. You will stay," Lady Alcina commanded, her gaze piercing as she fixed her daughter with a steely glare.

Y/N's heart clenched at her mother's words, the weight of her disapproval bearing down upon her like a leaden shroud. Tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to spill over, but she refused to let them fall, her resolve unyielding.

Lady Alcina's voice was cold and cutting as she reprimanded her daughter, listing off her recent transgressions with a sense of disdain that cut Y/N to the core. Each word was like a dagger to her already wounded heart, leaving her feeling small and insignificant in the face of her mother's displeasure.

"I don't want any more trouble from you tonight, Y/N," Lady Alcina admonished, her tone final. "If there are any more incidents, there will be severe consequences."

Y/N's throat constricted with emotion, her chest tight with the weight of unspoken words and unshed tears. But she remained silent, her gaze fixed firmly on the ground beneath her feet as she struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging within her.

Alone in the suffocating silence of her chamber, Y/N felt the weight of her mother's words pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. With trembling hands, she retreated to the solitude of her bathroom, seeking solace in the familiar embrace of pain.

Fingers trembling, she reached for the razor blade tucked away in the depths of her drawer, the glint of metal catching the dim light of the room. Without hesitation, she dragged the blade across her skin, the sharp sting of pain offering a fleeting reprieve from the turmoil raging within.

As crimson droplets welled to the surface, tracing a macabre dance along her flesh, Y/N felt a sense of release wash over her, the physical pain a welcome distraction from the emotional torment that threatened to consume her whole.

With practiced precision, she tended to her wounds, cleansing them with meticulous care, the sting of antiseptic a cruel reminder of her own fragility. But even as she patched herself up, she couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of emptiness that gnawed at her insides.

Lost in the haze of her own thoughts, Y/N lost track of time, the minutes slipping through her fingers like grains of sand. It wasn't until she emerged from the bathroom, her skin raw and tender, that she realized just how much time had passed.

The clock on the wall taunted her with its relentless ticking, a stark reminder of the hours wasted in the throes of her own despair. With a heavy heart, she made her way to her bed, the weight of exhaustion pulling her down into its comforting embrace.

Cocooned in the darkness of her room, Y/N succumbed to the pull of sleep, her dreams haunted by the echoes of her mother's disapproval and the cruel whispers of her own self-doubt. And as she drifted into the depths of unconsciousness, the pain that had once been her refuge now served as a cruel reminder of the demons that lurked within.

The next day arrived with an air of anticipation within Castle Dimitrescu. The maids bustled about, preparing the grand halls for the impending meeting with Mother Miranda. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, tall and imposing, oversaw the preparations with a stern gaze, ensuring that everything was in perfect order.

As the morning sunlight filtered through the grand windows, Lady Dimitrescu turned her attention to her daughters, instructing Bela to fetch Y/N for breakfast. Bela nodded obediently, her mind filled with a sense of unease after the events of the previous day.

Entering Y/N's room, Bela found her sister still entwined in the tendrils of sleep. "Y/N, Mother said it's time for breakfast," she announced, her voice a gentle wake-up call.

Y/N stirred, her eyes heavy with the weight of unspoken troubles. "I'm not hungry. You all can eat without me," she murmured, her words carrying the echo of a distant sadness.

Bela hesitated, a knot forming in her stomach. "Are you sure? You should join us," she urged, concern etching her features.

Y/N managed a weak smile, but it failed to reach her eyes. "I'm just not in the mood. Go ahead without me," she insisted, her tone final.

Feeling a sense of discomfort gnawing at her, Bela reluctantly left Y/N's room and returned to the dining room, where her mother and sisters awaited. Lady Dimitrescu raised an inquisitive eyebrow as Bela entered alone, the absence of her youngest daughter not going unnoticed.

"Where is Y/N?" Lady Dimitrescu inquired, her voice carrying a hint of impatience.

Bela shifted uncomfortably, a sense of responsibility weighing on her shoulders. "Y/N said she's not hungry. She told me we could eat without her," she confessed, her gaze falling to the floor.

A sigh escaped Lady Dimitrescu's lips as she absorbed the information. "Very well. If she's hungry, she'll join us later," she declared, dismissing the matter with a wave of her hand.

The family continued their breakfast in relative silence, the absence of Y/N lingering like a specter in the room. Bela couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was amiss, but she resisted probing further, trusting that Y/N would approach them if she needed to.

The grandeur of the castle seemed to amplify the quiet tension that hung in the air as they awaited Mother Miranda's arrival. Unbeknownst to the others, Y/N remained secluded in her room, grappling with the shadows that clung to her soul, wrestling with emotions that threatened to consume her whole.

The day unfolded with an air of anticipation within Castle Dimitrescu, each member of the family and the maids tirelessly preparing for the imminent visit of Mother Miranda. The grandeur of the castle seemed to echo with the quiet hum of tension, the servants scurrying about to ensure everything met Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's exacting standards.

Unbeknownst to the others, Y/N found herself ensnared in the clutches of her own private torment. Secluded in the confines of her bathroom, the familiar glint of a razor blade became both ally and adversary. As she traced the blade across her skin, the ritual offered a fleeting escape from the suffocating weight of her emotions.

Midway through her desperate act, a sudden knock on her door sent a shockwave of panic through Y/N. Startled, she hastily hid the evidence, assuring the intruder she would be out in a minute.

After cleaning herself up, Y/N emerged from the bathroom, her eyes betraying the turmoil within. Daniela stood in the hallway, concern etched on her face. "Mother Miranda will be here any minute. Alcina wants us all downstairs when she arrives," Daniela informed her, her voice a mix of urgency and worry.

Nodding silently, Y/N followed Daniela down the sweeping staircase, the grandeur of the castle becoming a cold backdrop to her inner struggle. Bela, Cassandra, and Lady Dimitrescu awaited them in the opulent foyer, the air thick with tension.

As Y/N descended, Lady Alcina's discerning eyes immediately fixated on her, a critical gaze that felt like a spotlight, exposing her vulnerabilities. A snippy comment escaped Alcina's lips about the time it took for Y/N to join them, her words carrying a sting that cut through the already tense atmosphere.

Y/N's shoulders hunched, an instinctive attempt to make herself smaller in the face of her mother's disapproval. She kept her gaze lowered, avoiding eye contact, as a heavy silence settled over the room. The weight of Alcina's words echoed in her mind, drowning out the preparations for Mother Miranda's arrival.

The impending meeting with Mother Miranda, meant to be a momentous occasion for the Dimitrescu family, became a battleground of emotions for Y/N. Each step felt like wading through treacherous waters, the shadows of her own struggles threatening to engulf her in the presence of those who were oblivious to her silent cries for help.

As the grand doors of Castle Dimitrescu swung open, heralding the arrival of Mother Miranda, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, regal and composed, stepped forward to greet her esteemed guest, her daughters Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra flanking her side.

Y/N lingered in the shadows, a silent observer to the reunion unfolding before her. She watched as her mother exchanged pleasantries with Mother Miranda, her heart heavy with a mixture of admiration and apprehension.

Mother Miranda's keen gaze swept across the room, pausing momentarily as her eyes fell upon Y/N. Sensing the weight of her scrutiny, Y/N instinctively recoiled, retreating further into the shadows in an attempt to go unnoticed.

But Mother Miranda was not one to overlook those in need, especially not someone she had known since childhood. With a gentle smile, she excused herself from the conversation and made her way to where Y/N stood, her presence a beacon of warmth in the cold expanse of the castle.

"My dear Y/N, how are you?" Mother Miranda inquired, her voice soft and reassuring as she gently cupped Y/N's face in her hands.

Y/N felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks at Mother Miranda's touch, her heart fluttering in her chest. "I-I'm fine, thank you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mother Miranda's eyes softened with concern as she pulled Y/N into a tender embrace, the warmth of her embrace a balm to Y/N's troubled soul. "You know you can always come to me if you need anything, my dear," she murmured, her words a soothing melody in the midst of chaos.

Y/N nodded silently, unable to find the words to express the gratitude swelling within her chest. For years, she had harbored a secret admiration for Mother Miranda, her feelings a tangled web of longing and reverence.

But their moment of intimacy was short-lived as Lady Alcina intervened, pulling Mother Miranda's attention away with a subtle gesture. "My apologies, Mother Miranda, but we must attend to some matters before dinner," Alcina interjected, her tone clipped with urgency.

Turning to her daughters, Alcina issued a command, her voice a cold reminder of her authority. "Be sure to be present for dinner tonight. And Y/N, make yourself scarce," she added, her words laced with a hint of disdain.

Y/N's heart sank at her mother's directive, a silent reminder of her place within the hierarchy of the family. With a heavy sigh, she nodded sadly, casting one last glance at Mother Miranda, who offered her a small, understanding smile.

As Y/N retreated into the shadows, a sense of emptiness gnawed at her, the warmth of Mother Miranda's embrace fading into memory. And as she disappeared from view, Mother Miranda couldn't help but notice the absence of light in Y/N's eyes, a flicker of concern tugging at her heartstrings.

As Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and Mother Miranda retired to the sanctuary of the library, the weight of their responsibilities hung heavy in the air. The grandeur of the room seemed to amplify the gravity of their conversation, each word carrying the weight of their shared burdens.

Seated opposite each other, Alcina and Miranda delved into discussions ranging from the affairs of the village to the machinations of their fellow lords. The air crackled with tension as they navigated the delicate balance of power and influence.

After a lull in the conversation, Mother Miranda's gaze shifted to Lady Alcina, her expression one of quiet contemplation. "Tell me, Alcina, how is Y/N?" she inquired, her tone gentle yet probing.

Alcina raised an eyebrow in surprise at the unexpected question. "Why the sudden interest in my daughter?" she countered, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Mother Miranda's gaze softened with concern as she met Alcina's steely gaze. "I couldn't help but notice something was amiss with her," she admitted, her voice laced with genuine worry. "I just wanted to make sure she's alright."

Alcina's lips curled into a sneer as she recounted the events of the previous day, her disdain for her youngest daughter evident in her tone. "Y/N has been nothing but a disappointment lately," she spat, her words dripping with venom. "Always causing trouble and never living up to her responsibilities."

Miranda's brow furrowed in consternation at Alcina's harsh words, a flicker of irritation crossing her features. But she bit back the retort that threatened to spill from her lips, choosing instead to maintain her composure.

Before the conversation could delve any further, a maid entered the library, interrupting their discussion with news of dinner. With a resigned sigh, Alcina rose from her seat, motioning for Miranda to follow her as they made their way to the dining hall.

As they entered the opulent room, Miranda's keen eyes scanned the table, noting the absence of one particular member of the family. "Where is Y/N?" she inquired, her tone laced with concern.

Cassandra, ever dutiful, offered an explanation. "She said she was tired and not very hungry," she explained, her voice tinged with sympathy.

Miranda's brow furrowed in puzzlement at Y/N's uncharacteristic behavior, her concern deepening with each passing moment. "That's unlike her," she mused aloud, making a mental note to check on Y/N later.

As they settled into their seats, Miranda couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Despite Alcina's dismissive attitude towards her daughter, Miranda couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards Y/N, a nagging suspicion that there was more to her absence than met the eye. And as they began their meal, Miranda vowed to unravel the mystery surrounding Y/N's sudden withdrawal from the family's midst.

As the lingering echoes of dinner faded into the quiet stillness of the night, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu extended an invitation to Mother Miranda to stay the night, considering the inclement weather outside. Miranda graciously accepted, and a maid was promptly dispatched to prepare a room for her esteemed guest.

Alcina excused herself to attend to some paperwork, leaving Miranda to her own devices. With Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela retiring to their respective chambers, Miranda seized the opportunity to seek out Y/N.

She made her way to Y/N's room, a soft rap on the door signaling her arrival. Y/N, flustered and surprised by Miranda's unexpected visit, hesitated before opening the door, her expression a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

"Mother Miranda, is something the matter?" Y/N inquired, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Miranda offered a reassuring smile as she met Y/N's gaze. "May I speak with you, Y/N?" she asked gently, her tone filled with warmth and concern.

Y/N's curiosity piqued, she stepped aside, allowing Miranda to enter her room. Miranda made her way to the edge of Y/N's bed, patting the space beside her in invitation. Y/N, still uncertain of the reason for Miranda's visit, tentatively took a seat beside her.

"What did you want to talk about, Mother Miranda?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Miranda's gaze softened as she reached out to gently cup Y/N's face, guiding her attention back to her. "I couldn't help but feel that something was troubling you," she admitted, her voice soft and reassuring.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her eyes betraying the turmoil within as tears threatened to spill over. "I... I'm fine, Mother Miranda," she insisted, her gaze darting away, unable to meet Miranda's compassionate eyes.

But Miranda was not so easily deterred. With a gentle touch, she urged Y/N to look at her, her heart breaking at the sight of Y/N's obvious distress. "You don't have to pretend, my darling," she murmured, her voice filled with tenderness. "I'm here for you, always."

Y/N's resolve crumbled in the face of Miranda's unwavering kindness, her tears flowing freely as she struggled to put into words the storm of emotions raging within her. But her breathing grew ragged, her chest tightening with each passing moment.

Sensing Y/N's distress, Miranda moved closer, wrapping her arms around Y/N in a comforting embrace. "Shh, sweetheart, it's okay," she murmured soothingly, her voice a calming presence in the midst of chaos.

Together, they sat in silence, the weight of Y/N's burdens lifting ever so slightly in the warmth of Miranda's embrace. And as the tears subsided and Y/N's breathing steadied, Miranda made a silent vow to always be there for her, to offer solace and support in times of need.

As Y/N's tears subsided and a fragile calm settled over her, Miranda gently broached the topic once more, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet of the room. "Y/N, my dear, can you tell me what's been troubling you?" she asked, her tone gentle yet insistent.

Y/N hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the whirlwind of emotions churning within her. But as Miranda's patience persisted, she found herself unable to keep the truth hidden any longer.

"I... I've been hurting myself," Y/N confessed, her voice barely above a whisper as shame flooded her senses. "I'm sorry, Mother Miranda. I shouldn't have told you."

Miranda's heart ached at the anguish in Y/N's voice, her own eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Y/N, please, call me Miranda," she implored, her voice filled with tenderness. "And you have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry you've been hurting so much."

With gentle reassurance, Miranda offered to take a look at Y/N's wounds, her touch as light as a feather as she guided Y/N into the bathroom. "You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with, my dear," she assured, her voice a soothing balm to Y/N's frayed nerves.

Y/N hesitated, her fear of judgment warring with her desperate need for comfort. But with a silent nod, she acquiesced, trusting Miranda to guide her through the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With practiced ease, Miranda retrieved a clean towel and a first aid kit, her movements deliberate and gentle as she tended to Y/N's wounds. There was no judgment in her touch, no condemnation in her gaze—only a quiet understanding and unwavering compassion.

As Miranda cleaned and dressed the cuts on Y/N's hips and legs, a sense of peace settled over them, the weight of Y/N's burdens lifting ever so slightly in the presence of Miranda's unwavering support.

"You're so brave, my darling," Miranda murmured, her voice a tender whisper in the stillness of the room. "And you're not alone. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes at Miranda's words, a swell of gratitude and relief washing over her like a tidal wave. In that moment, she realized that she was not alone—that even in her darkest moments, Miranda would be there to light the way.

Miranda led Y/N out of the bathroom, their steps hushed in the quiet of the evening. "It's getting late, my dear. You should get some rest," Miranda suggested, her voice a soothing presence in the dimly lit corridor.

Y/N nodded in agreement, her mouth opening as if to voice a question, but she hesitated and fell silent. Miranda, ever perceptive, noticed the hesitation and gently prodded, "Is there something on your mind, Y/N?"

Y/N bit her lip, uncertain whether to voice her request. However, Miranda's reassuring words encouraged her to speak her truth. "It's nothing, really," Y/N mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Miranda stopped in her tracks, turning to face Y/N with a gentle expression. "My dear, if there's anything I can do to help or make you feel more comfortable, don't hesitate to ask," she offered, her eyes filled with sincerity.

Encouraged by Miranda's genuine concern, Y/N took a deep breath and quietly asked, "Would you... would you be willing to stay with me until I fall asleep?"

Miranda's response was immediate and reassuring. "Of course, my dear. I'll stay as long as you need me to," she promised, her voice a comforting melody in the stillness of the castle.

She instructed Y/N to change into pajamas, assuring her that she'd be right back after doing the same. As Y/N slipped into her nightwear, her thoughts swirled with a mixture of vulnerability and gratitude.

When Miranda returned, Y/N was already in bed, her gaze lost in the depths of her own contemplations. Miranda approached with quiet footsteps, not wanting to startle her. Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting Miranda's, and she took a moment to absorb Miranda's appearance.

Miranda's face was bare of makeup, her long, straight platinum blonde hair falling gracefully. Y/N found herself entranced by the more casual, unguarded version of the usually formidable woman before her.

Caught in her observation, Y/N blushed and quickly averted her gaze. Miranda, however, sported a small smirk, teasing gently, "Am I that captivating without the usual regalia?"

Y/N stammered an apology, her embarrassment evident, but Miranda's laughter cut through the tension. "It's quite alright, my dear. No need to apologize," Miranda reassured her, her laughter a warm melody in the room.

With a comforting presence, Miranda settled beside Y/N, ready to offer the solace and support she needed. As the room enveloped them in the quiet of the night, Y/N felt a sense of security, a fragile yet profound connection that promised solace in the darkness.

Miranda shifted to the other side of the bed, slipping under the covers and pulling Y/N gently into her embrace. As Y/N nestled against her, Miranda's hand found its way to Y/N's hair, her fingers tracing soothing patterns as she whispered reassurances.

"Everything is going to be okay, my dear. I'll always be here for you," Miranda murmured, her voice a soft caress in the darkness.

Y/N looked up at Miranda, gratitude and affection shining in her eyes. "Thank you for everything, Miranda," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. Miranda's gaze softened as she looked at Y/N, her heart swelling with a warmth she had never known before. Without hesitation, she leaned down, her lips meeting Y/N's in a gentle, tender kiss.

Y/N responded eagerly, her heart racing as she melted into Miranda's embrace. They pulled away, a moment of hesitation hanging in the air before Y/N leaned in, capturing Miranda's lips in another kiss.

This time, there was no hesitation, only a shared understanding of the depth of their feelings. Y/N rested her head on Miranda's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat as Miranda kissed the top of her head, enveloping her in a sense of safety and belonging.

In the quiet of the night, Miranda whispered sweet nothings to Y/N, her words a symphony of love and affection. They lay entwined in each other's arms, the world fading away as they surrendered to the undeniable pull of their hearts.

Miranda continued to murmur sweet words of comfort to Y/N, their quiet conversation filling the room like a lullaby. "You're not alone, my dear. I care deeply for you, and I want to help you find the peace you deserve," Miranda whispered, her voice a gentle melody.

Y/N, feeling a profound connection in Miranda's embrace, spoke softly, "I never thought I'd find someone who truly understands and cares for me."

Miranda brushed a strand of hair away from Y/N's face, her eyes reflecting sincerity. "You deserve all the love and understanding in the world," she affirmed, pressing a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead.

They lay in the silence of the night, the weight of their shared emotions hanging in the air. Y/N, still absorbing the warmth of Miranda's affection, ventured to express her feelings. "Miranda, I..." she began, her words tinged with vulnerability.

Miranda hushed her gently, fingers tracing soothing circles on Y/N's back. "Shh, my dear. You don't need to say anything. Just know that I'm here for you, and we can face whatever comes together," Miranda assured, her words a beacon of support.

In the quiet intimacy of the moment, Y/N felt a sense of acceptance and understanding she had never known before. As they lay entwined, the world outside their embrace seemed to fade away, leaving only the reassurance of shared warmth and the promise of a connection that defied the darkness.

[shogvnate]

can you do headcannons of the resident milfs (alcina, mia, and miranda) and their partner in a long distance relationship? it can be that the reader met them because of a job and now that they're not on the job, they have to return back to their home. maybe the reader will move in too?

Far away. headcannons

mia, miranda, and alcina with a long distance partner.

contains; mia winters, mother miranda, alcina dimitrescu.

thank you for the request anon! and i'm totally not basing these of my experiences w these type of relationships. totally.

warnings; none.

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🐦‍⬛ mother miranda

there's a very high chance that if you don't move in with her within the first three months of your relationship, she'll ditch you.

I don't know, she kinda doesn't seem like the type to enjoy long distance relationships.

she wants to keep her partner near, so if you live far away, your ass better get packed.

she pays for all the expenses to move in with her.

I guess you're now moving in with her forever?

she doesn't look like she's going to let you go anytime soon so… yay?

❄ mia winters

mia's chill asf when it comes to this.

I think she's way more familiar with technology (as in modern smartphones) than the other two ladies on this list so she adjusts better.

have twelve hours long calls with you at least three times a week.

in those twelve hours you usually sleep like two times and she also sleeps two times more than you.

everytime you sleep, mia will wait until you wake up by either talking to herself or cooking herself dinner without muting, so expect a lot of random noises to be incorporated into your dreams.

the type who facetimes you first thing in the morning.

she doesn't care that you look like a bear who just woke up from hibernation, she wants to see your face and hear your sweet, sweet morning voice.

her love language is words of affirmation so it's no wonder that she loves talking with you and hearing your opinions about random unimportant things.

like what type of pen is superior, or why uno should've made the +4 card on +4 card be the right way to play the game.

randomly gets into a sad mood whenever she realizes she couldn't physically touch you.

it takes a few years into your relationship before you move in with her but it's so worth it.

oh to see her peaceful sleeping face every time you wake up. you couldn't ask for anything better than this.

🍷 alcina dimitrescu

being fr rn she's more or less like miranda.

she can't do long distance relationships.

the sooner you move in with her the better

I mean who wouldn't want to live in her castle? It's so aesthetically pleasing.

alcina loves listening to you rambling through the phone but she loves hearing your real voice more, since it gives her reassurance that you are, in fact, a real person.

not to worry if you live in different timezones! she doesn't exactly need sleep and she usually makes up time for you in the midst of her busy schedule.

pls return into her arms as soon as possible, you're the only one who knows how to comfort her.

[marilynthornhilllover]

When you call my name, do you think i'll come running?

Lady dimitrescu multi- chapter series Masterlist

Synopsis: Within the ominous embrace of Lady Dimitrescu's wrath, you narrowly evade the tragic demise of your beloved friends from the forest that night. Driven by filial duty, you dare to enlist in her service for retribution.

Yet, as destiny hangs in the balance, shall the scales tip in favor of vengeance, or will the tendrils of sentiment ensnare your determination?

Amidst this dark ballet of fate, a haunting question lingers: will you succumb to the allure of forbidden passions,

like a moth drawn to the seductive flame of a vampire's kiss?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 - coming soon

( as I upload more chapters, they will be noted here :) )

[crguang]

ive talked about it before and im repeating myself really, but once again thoughts of miranda hating the MC are rotating in my mind… she’s in love, so desperate for it to be reciprocated because it’s all she has (miranda, apathetic and cruel, lives on hope alone. haha!) and every reset— every lifetime she lives without her love by her side is making her nastier. angrier. messier. she loves a version of them that will never exist again and as time passes she starts to hate every version that isnt hers. she loves them, she loves them, she hates them, killing them gets easier every fucking time.

i mean, it’s a “two sides of the same coin” situation where she loves them so much she defies the laws of nature to keep their soul tied to hers, yet she cant help but despise them for not being her first love no matter how close she comes to her goal. good ending MC where they glance at her quizzically when she says something in reference to a moment in the past that they should remember and her eye twitches, briefly irked.

there’s absolutely no way miranda doesn’t know or understand that her soulmate is gone. reincarnation isn’t cloning, people, time periods, environments in general shape a person— she’ll never have the happy ending she desperately needs and there’s just no way, to me, that this fact doesnt breed some sort of resentment towards them. i love it when she loses because i get to write her losing her mind☺️

[bagdaddyb]

Taking request for

Marvel

bottom!Natasha & top!Natasha. (As well as abo)

bottom!Wanda & top!Wanda (As well as abo)

Yelena (platonic only)

Wednesday

Wednesday (platonic or romantic) no smut

bottom!Larissa & top!Larissa

Bianca (platonic or romantic) no smut

Resident Evil Village

bottom!Alcina & top!Alcina

bottom!Bela & top!Bela

bottom!Cassandra & top!Cassandra

bottom!Daniela & top!Daniela

(All Dimitrescu will be considered vampires)

top!Mother Miranda (as well as platonic)

NO MALE READER REQ. (I'm a gay and just can't)

While request are open I am not on a time limit nor will I force myself to be. Request may take different amounts of time to finish depending on length, creativity, and writers block. I have the right to deny any request I feel uncomfortable writing and I am allowed to choose the order I write. I have other works in the mean time or there are plenty of amazing writers on this platform I won't be bullied into finishing a request. Thank you ♥️

[littledeathdove]

I honestly don’t have anything to rant about but I wanna make some Miranda content, so if anyone wants to (PLEASE AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING) send any Miranda asks or honestly anything, pls do 😭🫶🏾

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Can’t leave these two out. Alternate versions of Ethan and Zoe's sections of this post.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: violence, blood, mild gore.

Masterlists here!

Zoe Baker 

You and Zoe are so, so close to finishing the cures, to getting out of the hellhole that the Baker farm has become. You, Zoe, and Mia. Once you find out wherever the hell Jack moved her to, that is. All that’s needed is one more ingredient: Dahlia’s arm, which Zoe has told you that her mother might be keeping in the old house. Honestly, if there’s one place on the property that you were really not looking forward to visiting, it's the old house.

But here you are, sneaking across creaky floorboards, biting back a scream whenever one of Marguerite’s big ass bugs flies straight at your face, and smelling rot. Rot and something similar to what a stink bug releases when you crush it. It’s giving you a headache. 

Zoe places a hand on your shoulder and nods to the right. “This’ll be the way we want to go,” she whispers. You both seem to be alone aside from the insects, but it’s still best to keep quiet.

This isn’t the first time that your girlfriend’s accompanied you outside of the trailer, but it’s the first time in a while. Most often, it’s simply better to sneak around than fight, and it’s much easier to do that without company. 

There’s no telling how long it will be before Marguerite realizes that you took her lantern.

Zoe pulls the crow key out of the back pocket of her jeans. 

Both of you share a look.

You ready yourself to use your knife. If need be, that is. Although you’d much prefer your flamethrower or gun, you’re a bit short on burner fuel and ammo at the moment.

Zoe slips the key into the lock.

She slowly begins to push the door open...

...then stops when something on the other side prevents her from continuing. 

A bright eye appears between the door and its frame. “You thievin’ lil' shits!”

Marguerite snatches her lantern back and shoves Zoe. She staggers but manages to catch herself before she can tumble down the steps, aided by you reaching out your hand to help her.

You slam your blade into the gap, puncturing Marguerite's eyeball. She falls back, the door swinging open once she's out of the way. She starts writhing like an overturned beetle. You take the opportunity to grab the lantern and knife once more, turning back to Zoe with an expression that says one thing: Run.

Together, you both start moving as fast as your feet can carry you. You can't afford to mess this up. You can't.

There's an immediate right, then you're practically leaping up a short set of stairs.

Another right, a left, and you're at the scale that requires Marguerite's lantern. Another lantern already dangles from one end, moths flittering around it. You practically slam the stolen one onto the free hook.

The scale balances out. The locking mechanism on the door opens with a loud clunk!

"You have done nothin' but corrupt my daughter further..." She's back up. Her voice seems off. Distorted. A sharp chill trickles down your spine like ice water.

She's muffled but still seems far too close for comfort. Where the hell is she?

You and Zoe push into a musty child's play area. It's even darker than the rest of the house.

Without warning, the room's singular window shatters. Broken glass sprays across the room.

"Jesus!" Zoe yells in surprise.

An unnaturally long, spindly arm shoots through the frame, grabbing for you. "I'm gonna tear your fucking face off and eat your scrawny head!"

There's Marguerite.

Cold, dry fingers wrap around your ankle and, with a single sharp tug, topple you onto your back and start dragging. Your blade falls with a muted thud.

"Fuck!" you cry out. "Zoe, help me!"

The shock of it all is like a hard punch to the gut, knocking the wind straight out of Zoe and replacing it with fear.

She acts quickly, seizing you and getting her arms hooked under yours. Unfortunately, the carpeted floors don't offer much traction. She immediately begins to move with you. "Mama, no! Don't do this!"

Your free leg makes contact with the wall below the window. You do your best to press your foot against the wall, to grip the dusty carpet with all you have, to keep away from this monster that used to be your girlfriend's mother.

"This is for your own good, girl, y'hear me?!" Marguerite grabs a fistful of your shirt, yanking your upper half toward her face. A centipede protrudes from her mouth like a grotesque tongue, other insects spilling out from around it. You let out a panicked yelp as they begin to land on you.

Your hands shoot up, desperate to keep as much distance as possible.

Zoe continues to tug with all her might. "Let go!"

Since the start of this nightmare, she's seen a whole lot of death. She's worked with many of her family's victims to create this cure, only for them to meet a gruesome death.

She's seen her mother, father, and brother die, but because of Eveline's "gift", they always seem to get back up.

You, however, will not. And Zoe doesn't want to lose you. You mean too much to her. You're all she has in this hell. The two of you have spent nearly a year together in that trailer on the property, cuddled close on the small bed, sharing smokes across from each other at the booth, murmuring "I love you"s while those mold monsters wander outside. She refuses to lose you!

The centipede is close enough to brush your lips, which are twisted into a close-mouthed grimace.

Zoe's dark eyes dart all over, desperate for something to help get you out of her mother's grasp.

She spots your knife lying there. Releasing an arm, she reaches back and tries to get it. Her fingers graze the end of the handle, still not quite close enough to reach.

"I... I said..." She releases you completely. The gap between you and Marguerite closes by half, and your already wide eyes grow even wider in terror. You want nothing more than to scream, but you're afraid to open your mouth. The bugs have gone from landing on your shirt to your face, then start going down your shirt.

Zoe's fingers close around your weapon.

"Let go, goddamnit!" Her hand lands on your shoulder again.

Your knife slams into the top of Marguerite's skull. She lets out an awful shriek as her grip loosens on you.

Zoe yanks you free, shoving you back in the direction you both came in. You stumble a little before regaining your footing, continuing to move because her hands are on your back, forcing you to.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Your voice shakes as you brush the bugs off and shake them out of your clothes. Your skin refuses to stop crawling. "Wh-what about the cure?"

"We'll have to wait for a better opportunity, baby! You're my top priority right now!"

Zoe allows herself a shaky sigh only once you're back through the old house's gates, and traps you in a brief—yet tight—embrace back inside the trailer.

"That... That could've... gone better," you remark quietly.

"Yeah. It could've." But it also could've gone worse. Zoe is simply glad that you didn't meet the same fate so many others have. The relief she feels is immense. She gazes at you for a moment, fondness beginning to creep in before she looks away "...We'll have to gather more supplies. Better supplies. We'll get outta here together. I swear it."

Ethan Winters

“Ethan?” you call out. “E-than, I’m about to start making dinner. What are you in the mood for?”

No response.

"Ethan?"

You crack open the bedroom door.

Your boyfriend is sitting on the bed with his laptop, arms folded over his chest and his eyes closed.

Best not to disturb him. He already has enough trouble getting shut-eye as is. You close his laptop, set it aside, drape a blanket over him, and quietly close the door behind you as you leave.

Maybe you’ll try to make something new tonight. Ethan’s not a picky eater, and there are still a few things you haven’t made since you left the village... Hopefully, you can still remember those recipes. 

You step into the kitchen and after a bit more pondering, begin to pull out ingredients and supplies.

There's knocking at the front door. 

You pause.

Since you’ve started staying with Ethan, you’ve only heard knocking once. And it was after he accidentally locked himself out. 

The house is in a vaguely secluded location. There are no neighbors. No nothing. And he hasn't told you that someone would be stopping by.

“Who’s there?” you hesitantly approach the door.

...What if it’s someone like you? Someone without a destination to head to? Someone desperate to escape a bad situation? 

“My name is Maria.” The person sounds young and on the verge of tears. “I’m lost.” 

Biting the inside of your cheek, you place your fingers on the deadbolt.

Before you turn it, you think better of it. A bad feeling settles in your gut. 

“I’ll be back in a moment.”

“No!" Maria's voice raises sharply. You flinch. "You must let me inside! Please!”

“...Um... I will,” you say, heading for the stairs. “Just-just give me a moment.

The knocking turns into thunderous pounding. You freeze halfway up the steps, The intensity matches that of a Lycan attempting to force its way in. You fear the door might break.

No, wait.

The door is breaking.

It's audibly starting to splinter.

It's broken.

A figure you had hoped and prayed you would never see again is standing there, cloaked in black feathers with icy eyes staring you down from behind a gold mask.

This can't be happening. You thought you were safe!

As she crosses the threshold of the home, you finally snap out of it and practically launch yourself up the remaining steps.

What are you going to do?

What if she tries to hurt Ethan?

You throw open the bedroom door and promptly slam into him.

“Ethan,” you choke out, practically sobbing and breathing raggedly, “don’t go downstairs!”

He grasps your shoulders. “Whoa, hold on, why? What’s going on? What was all that noise?”

“I was a fool. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry! I should have known she would find me!”

“Who?” 

Almost as if on cue, Mother Miranda rounds the corner at the end of the hall and comes into view.

You visibly become more panicked. "She's going to kill me!"

Ethan still doesn't know what's going on or who the hell that is, but he does know that he isn't going to let anyone hurt you. He pulls out the pistol he got from under the bed and aims it at the intruder. "Stay back," he orders. "Stay back, or I'll shoot!"

Miranda doesn't stop, doesn't even pay his words any mind.

"Fine. Have it your way." Ethan pulls the trigger. A bullet hits Miranda in the shoulder. She jerks a bit but has no reaction otherwise.

Shit, Ethan thinks. This is like Louisiana all over again. He recalls the first time he shot Jack Baker, recalls how the man hardly even flinched. "That tickles, boy."

If Ethan could take that mold-ridden nutjob down not once but thrice, then he can handle this black-feathered figure. He tells you to get behind him and starts pumping her full of lead.

"Step aside." Miranda's voice is pure ice. It sends a sharp chill down your spine.

Ethan holds his ground, pulls back the hammer, and shoots her squarely in the face. She staggers this time. Properly staggers.

"Go. Get out of here. I'll hold her off."

"You can't—"

"Go!"

Gold talons seize Ethan by his throat, lifting him into the air with ease and slamming him into the wall beside the door. As he struggles, sputters, and gasps, he begins to turn red. "Go!" he just barely manages to get out.

"Leave him alone! Please! I'm the one you're here for, not him!"

There's an audible cracking sound. Miranda finally releases him. He falls to the floor, limp.

"No!" you all but wail. He's dead. He's dead, and it's all your fault!

She turns her attention toward you once more. Your brain screams at you to move, but you're completely frozen in place. She grabs you the same way she had grabbed Ethan, squeezing your neck.

No matter how hard you try, you can no longer draw in any air. Her hold is vice-like. Your panicked flailing and attempts to pry her off aren't accomplishing anything.

The edges of vision quickly begin to grow dark. You feel as though your head is going to explode.

You're going to die.

You're going to die!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

A load of blood and brain matter sprays out the side of Miranda's head. Her grip goes slack. Finally, you manage to get some fresh oxygen into your lungs. She collapses and you're dropped, landing in a pile on the floor.

"Are you okay?"

A pair of arms are wrapped around you, pulling you into a comfortable, safe hold. You return the hug, clinging as though the person will disappear if you let go.

"Ethan." You sob in relief. "I-I thought she killed you..."

"No. No, I'm fine." And you're safe now. Ethan is so, so glad. He can't imagine what he would do if he lost another partner, can't imagine what he would do if he lost you. You're the most important person in his life. "And she's dead now."

"No, you can't kill Mother Miranda," you insist. "The Black God has gifted her to be Its messenger, and she will always return to deliver Its word and... and divine punishment."

That...

Sounds concerning. And... and wild. But Ethan knows all too well that the dead don't always stay that way, so he can believe it.

If this Miranda gets back up, then he'll just have to take her down again. He'll do it as many times as he needs to.

He'll do whatever it takes if it means keeping you safe. That's a promise.

[seluneclerics]

Resident Evil Royalty AU

I can’t get this out of my head, so I’m jotting my thoughts down here for this au.

Miranda is heir to a fictional 1950s Romania (or some kingdom of a similar likeness)

She rises to the status of Empress far earlier than she anticipated due to the deaths of her parents. I’m thinking she’s been the reigning power since she was abt 18-19 yrs old

Due to societal pressure, Miranda ends up getting married to a man right after her coronation.

At some point, she has Eva, but loses both her and her husband in an accident.

Alcina Dimitrescu is a Duchess and noble in Miranda’s court

Donna is a Baroness and noble in Miranda’s court

The age gap between Miranda & Fraser is shortened to only 2 years, with Miranda being older

Fraser is the daughter of the favored headmaid in the palace. Both her mother and father die while she’s quite young, leaving her to be taken care of by the other palace staff.

Fraser and Miranda meet when they are children, but because of circumstances they lose contact for many years. In present day, Miranda (31 yrs old) is grief stricken and doesn’t remember who Fraser is after all these years. She comes to realize it later

Fraser remembers it all

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela are absolute terrors to the noble court

Angie is Donna’s niece in this AU

Again Mia & Miranda are exes

With Mia being the palace doctor

Miranda is widely known for ruling her territory with an iron fist

As of present day, Miranda’s courtiers are trying to convince her to get remarried

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

So.

It's evil Wednesday.

Short headcanons for the ladies finding their lover killed by Ethan.

You want some angst? Alright then, have some angst 😌

Alcina: When the Countess loves, she loves hard - deep. A woman who's been alive for what feels like ions, she only knows to love like it could all be taken away tomorrow - because she knows all too well that it can. It's no surprise when she drops to her knees - your body bloodied and still on her bedroom floor. Swiftly cradling you limp in her arms. Half of her so overcome with grief that she can barely breath, the other wanting nothing more than to release into her dragon form and rip the person responsible to absolute shreds. How her body trembles, eyes glistening with unspent tears as she gently strokes her thumb over your cheek. A soft, broken "Pet?" slipping from her lips every minute or so until she finally falls forward, body overwhelmed with sobs. The promise of your future together gone within a second.

Bela: She's quiet as she walks towards your broken body - face solemn and eyes cold. She could smell your death as soon as entered the room, but the sight of it now was almost more than she can handle. She was used to being the strong one, known for the being the most level headed. But looking at the soft trickle of blood that drips from your slightly agape mouth and your vacant gaze was enough to break anyone's composure. She swallows hard - biting back heated tears and the steady breaking of her own heart. You were one of the few she let in and now you were... gone. She kisses you softly on the temple and then rises to wipe the tears from her eyes. She had a murderer to take care of, after all.

Cassandra: The entire castle is filled with the sounds of her rage when she finally comes across you - your body overrun with bullets. A flash of red across her eyes as she runs over to you, screaming in wounded agony as she pulls you close. She curses - at you, at herself. For loving you, for leaving her. She's uncontrollable in her rage.. running throughout the castle in a feral haze. Sniffing down every hallway as she searches for her prey. She will avenge you - for that you can be certain. Cassandra won't stop the hunt until she's drained every last drop of blood from Ethan's lifeless body.

Daniela: At first the redhead will be positive that you must be playing a prank on her - an incredibly cruel one, yes, but there was just absolutely no way you could actually be dead... right? You promised you'd never leave her, that you'd always love her. But as soon as her eyes fall to your lips - to lips that no longer take in breaths or have the ability to tell her how beautiful she is - Daniela sobs uncontrollably. Your body held close to hers, tears staining her robes and your already blood soaked clothes. She's inconsolable - grief stricken - her love for you an all consuming entity within itself. So distraught she's barely aware of her surroundings - so lost in loss that she doesn't even hear the door to library as it opens, nor the soft click of the safety that soon follows.

Donna: Even though the dollmaker has spent most of her life preparing for people to leave, that doesn't stop the shock as she stares at your lifeless body when her and Angie stumble across you. She's almost stuck in disbelief, frozen in denial. How could she just accept this to be true? I mean.. it wouldn't be the first time somebody saw something that wasn't real around her. But, no.. it eventually becomes all to clear to her that she's actually lost you - that her worst fear has come true. Or.. has it? So obsessed with the idea of keeping you around - of having you stay - the dollmaker gruesomely puts her skills to use, making sure she never has to say goodbye to you again.

Sal: She'll walk over to you slowly - solemnly. Finding your body broken and limp along the path back to her hut. She can still smell the gunpowder fresh in the air as she leans over you, eyes steadily filling with tears. "Luv?" her voice cracks. ".. luv?" Her head falls with a single sob, body shuddering as she lifts you up into her arms and holds you against her chest. The scent of the cupcakes she made you that morning still lingering on your cold lips as she kisses them gently. A final stolen kiss before she breaks down into sobs. No one had ever loved her like you had - truly seeing her for who she was and loving every part of it. She takes a deep breath and slowly walks you back to her hut, placing your lifeless body safely on her couch before a deep growl rolls over her. The only thought in her mind is the one where she drags Ethan's struggling body to the very bottom of the reservoir.

Miranda: Let's be honest.. if Miranda actually loved someone enough to label them as her significant other, she would burn the village to the ground and everyone in it to have her vengeance. She would stop at nothing to make Ethan pay for everything he's taken from her.

I hope you enjoyed those, dear 😌😭😭😭

[h-doodles]

My love, mine all mine || A webweave studying Miranda's part in Miranda/MC themes :)

[kurosstuff]

update!! What I'm working on-

nami angst fic (slowly working on still on planning stages)

Boa hancock fluff (part way done)

Cassandra dimitrescu fluff (half done)

Mother miranda fluff (not started yet)

A boa and Robin fic in one (part way done)

Azula fluff (not started yet in planning stages)

The fics with robin about dressrosa in it are put on hold- rewatching one piece to I do NOT remember anything about that arc- please be patient♡