#re8 bela dimitrescu fanfic

[iloveelliefanfics]

if it's okay with you, it's okay with me

a/n: it was so fun to write, even if it's pretty short. I'll definitely write a part two for this, i got this idea when i was trying to find a title with my friend and i had to make a kind of forbidden love story

summary: forbidden love, heir bela x maid reader, proofread

synopsis: you're a maid at Castle Dimitrescu and you fall in love with the eldest daughter.

I appreciate any type of feedback, thank you so much if you read this! i do take requests<3

You were just an ordinary maid. She was the heir of Castle Dimitrescu and the fortune the castle brings. Eldest daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu. Your love was forbidden. You could never get caught with her.

Bela was more than just an heir. It was either you or her family and her future. You knew that if you ever were to be caught with Bela there would be great consequences to your actions. To your love affair.

You had worked in the castle for quite some time when you started seeing Bela. Both of you knew what you were up to, but still continued it, acting like it's not that big of a deal, even if it was. Both of you knew not to play with fire but you still did. Maybe it left you worse than it had with Bela.

You were not allowed to meet her anywhere at any time or when you wanted. You were only meant to meet her when she was giving you instructions on your next shift, but that just caused more mess. It hurt you how she was acting cold and nonchalant when she had to treat you like you meant nothing. Deep down it hurt her too.

You could not screw up when you were working or there would be consequences that would be hard for Bela. She'd do it anyway, that was her job, even if it was hard.

She loved how the things worked in the castle. She got to be what she was meant to be, helping her Mother where she had to. Being a second mother to her two little sisters was not the best sometimes but if she had to she was.

But then, when she realised you two are more than what you should've been, things changed a lot. It was mostly a secret affair, she was cautious, you and Bela had arguments about this, sometimes you'd make up, sometimes you'd act like nothing happened. Would this worth it? Would you two worth it? The risk, what your love affair would cause. One night, when it was your turn to switch shift's with another maid, Andrea, sudden footsteps were heard. It was her, Bela your girlfriend boss.

"Leave. All of you. All of you but you, Y/N" she demanded, all the maids rushed out looking at their feet, not daring to look at Bela Dimitrescu.

"I haven't seen you all day, you sweet thing." She shaked her head, stepping closer to you, grinning just like whenever you two were left alone. You just stared at her with a blank stare.

"Well, Daniela gave me intructions on clearing all the windows in the hallway. I didn't have time to fantasize about where you could be." Spite could be heard from your tone, you stepped further from her, which wasn't to her liking.

"You know that we're wrong. This is wrong, Bela i can't do this anymore. It's not easy, we have to let this go. We have to let each other go." You burst out all of a sudden, surprising her even. You felt like a truck had hit you a thousand times, maybe even millions of times. You loved her too much to not let her go.

"No, my darling we'll work this out, give me time." She stepped closer taking your face in between her hands, caressing your cheeks.

"We'll make this work, don't you dare do this to me sweetheart." She demanded. How could you ever say no to her? You loved her. That was the problem. Why did you have to fall in love with her?

"How? Really, how, when I'm just a maid and you're the heir of your family's legacy? We're not meant to be together." You get out of her touch and step away from her.

"Don't you dare step away from me, I'm trying to work this out!" Now she raised her voice, it was rare, if you weren't that precious to her you might actually be served up as dinner.

"You're keeping me a secret. I knew it wouldn't be this easy but i just want to see you." You move closer to her now, pressing your forehead to hers. "I want to feel you, I want to kiss you, I want everyone to know I love you, babe. I love you and i want everyone to know that you love me too." You burst into tears, you couldn't hold back your emotions. It really started looking like you're just a burden now that she keeps carrying but doesn't know how to get rid of. She hugged you tightly, letting you cry it out. Hell you need a breather now, it was too much.

the next day

"My poor sweet thing." Bela said while soothing your back. You never said those words before. "I..." She thought to herself for a second, if she says those words there's no going back and she knew it. "I love you too sweetheart." She pulled back from you, looking at you and your teary red eyes. She slowly pulled you in, kissed you with passion, love. Regret welled up in her, especially that she had to keep you as a secret. She pulled back from the kiss smiling at you.

"Tomorrow... it'll be different, sweetheart. You'll see." She said smiling at you, then disappeared into the dark night, leaving you all alone with your thoughts.

Once you were awaken, you got into your working dress, ready to start your day. You were doing your morning routine, but a sudden sound pulled you out of your thoughts. Someone was knocking on the door. You walked to the door, pulling it open. It was Bela.

"C'mon sweet thing, I'm taking you somewhere." She gave you her usual sly smile, putting out her hand for you to hold onto it. You gave her a confused look, she wanted to walk around the castle while she was holding your hand. It was too risky.

"I'm not going to hide you anymore, sweetheart, c'mon hold my hand" She was patient with you, just like always.

"What are you up to...?" You ask suspiciously, not knowing what to expect, she was always so full of surprise, you could never be too sure what she could come up with.

"You'll see sweet thing." she was still standing in your doorway, hands out for you to hold onto.

After looking back and forth at her hand and face, you took her hand and walked through the dim-lit hallway that led to the courtyard.

You were sitting on a bench that showed you to gorgeous parts of the castle and its garden.

"What are we doing out here?" You ask turning your head towards her.

"We're spending time together, sweetheart. Just like I promised that things would be different from now. This is how we start it." She looks back at you enjoying the surprise on your face.

"So... you're just letting us be seen? What if your Mother sees us?" You ask, letting the sweet spring breeze kiss your skin. The weather was amazing even from up here.

"Sweetheart... We all make mistakes. Keeping you a secret was one. I'm ready to take the consequences, because i choose you. I choose us. I choose our affair love. I'm not going to let anything or anyone ruin it." She moved closer, looking in your eyes while confessing what should've been confessed months ago.

Would you two really have a good ending? Why did she delay it for so long? So many questions popped up in your head, it was too quick, too sudden. You remember it all when it started. Was it a cat and mouse game? Was she playing with you? Maybe she was. She always loved to mess with your head after all. Between you two, sometimes she let her walls down... When she realised what she had done, she changed her demeanor. Was this another moment like that? If it was okay with her... Well you had no other choice, but be okay with it.

[vermont-writes-fanfic]

Her Special Maid

Chapter 1

Request:No

Warning: Kidnapping, the girls wanna kill you at first, nothing else tbh

Characters:Alcina Dimitrescu, Villager!Y/N

A/N: This has been giving me a little trouble but I believe it’s ready! I hope you all enjoy and I apologise for the weird cut off 😅

Directory: Prologue, Chapter 1 (You are here)

The warmth seeps through your clothes and into your bones on long the chill of mid winter right out of your body, the houses in the village are never able to be this warm no matter how high the fires roar.

“Who is this?”

“What are you doing in here?”

“You’re pretty~”

Three disembodied voices echo out in the large foyer and as you look around you see nothing and no one. That is, until a mass of flies tumble down the stairs and splits into three smaller masses, and surround you in a swirl of buzzing insects.

“It doesn’t matter if she’s pretty, she's uninvited.”

“What does she have in her hands?”

“Give it here!”

Your arms are tightly wrapped around the box, eyes wide in fear and confusion at how a mass of flies is talking at all. The feeling of hands prodding at your body and pulling at your shoddy cloak makes you flinch and step back,a sharp push lands you on your bottom but you have no time to react as you are pulled by your cloak. You slide across the floor being slammed into walls and tables, the only thing you can do to minimize the bruising is to curl up and wait for the world to stop moving. Finally, you come to a halt in an even warmer room, in the centre is a large chair by a wooden table and a fireplace, one that rages so large you think if it was in the bakery it would burn the building down. In the chair, sits a woman with pale skin, dark curled hair, a large wide brimmed hat, and a slightly off-white dress. She doesn’t strike you as odd until you realise how tall she is not only in comparison to the girls that this mass of flies had turned into, but to yourself.

“Mother, I bring you a trespasser.”

“We caught her snooping around in the foyer,”

“She’s a thief Mother! Look what she has in her arms!”

From the point on the floor, you can see a cloud of smoke puff into the air in front of the woman before dispersing. She sets down something on the table before speaking in an elegant voice.

“Very well done daughters,” She says as she stands, her tall form easily towering over you and her daughters. As her golden eyes land on your form they widen and her scarlet lips pull into a smile.

“Oh? Let her up.”

Doing as they are told, the hold on your arms is let down and you quickly sit up straight still cradling the box in your arms.

Her glowing eyes capture your attention for a moment rendering you unable to look away from their intense gaze. When you come to your senses, you quickly bow your head, heart pounding in your chest at the realisation of who exactly you were just staring into the eyes of. This is one of the four lords appointed by Mother Miranda,your mother told you this is where she lived but the reality of the situation you are in catches up with you like a slap to the face. You entered the home of a Lord uninvited, in possession of something that belongs to said Lord and then had the audacity to stare into her eyes and gaze upon her form. Your heart beats ever quicker in your chest as your breathing becomes ragged, the feeling of the silver pegs of the box as they dig into your chest anchors you. If you weren’t holding the box so close to you, your hands and arms would be shaking with nerves. The sound of her authoritative voice snaps you out of the stupor of fear you were in.

“Stand up girl,”

Doing as you were commanded, you use one arm to lift yourself up onto shaking legs and properly bow your head to her, eyes fixated on the tips of your boots which peek out from under your dress.

“Look at me when I am speaking to you.”

With a small amount of fear you slowly look up to her, golden eyes locking with yours as she speaks. The air of her authority, her power of overwhelming and enchanting all at once as she looks down at you.

“Who are you, and why have you entered my home uninvited?” She questions you, taking a sip of wine from her glass.

“I-I’m the baker's daughter from the village, I found this box and The Duke s-said it belonged to you.” You hold out the box as you speak, hands shaking slightly as you hold it up to her taller figure.

Her eyes leave yours for a split second as she takes the box. She has been looking for it for a week, assuming her brother stole it to get back at her for something she said to the incompetent fool.|| As her gaze drifts form your own, you find that you can breath a little easier, your chest rising and falling as you attempt to slow your rapid heart rate.

“Where did you find this?”

“In the snow, on the way b-back from the mill. I-I only found it today on my walk, it must’ve been buried in the snow.” You respond, stumbling over your words every now and then as the three girls around you gaze at your form with a predatory gaze. They remind you of hungry wolves stalking their prey from a dim treeline.

“And you thought to bring it here, knowing who lives here?”

You can only manage to nod your head, her tone almost condescending as she questions you. What else could you say? You knew that it was dangerous to come here of all places, even if it did belong to her. You then entered uninvited only because the door opened, and for all she knows you could have stolen it some how. The look on her face as she looks down to you again says it all: Are you brave or just foolish?

“What will you do with her mother?” The girl with brunette hair asks, walking forward a little.

“Let us hunt her, she will make a fine addition to my canvas!” The blonde spins her sickle in her palm, the blade smeared and layered in the blood of too many to count.

“No! She’s too pretty for that mother, let me keep her!” The last daughter says, her red hair draped over her shoulders a fiery contrast to the brown and crimson staining her cheeks and lips.

They spoke as if you weren’t in the room and you can’t help but shrink back as they fight like starving animals over who would get to do what with you. When you watch closer though, you can’t help but think of how they remind you of your own siblings hungry for your mother and fathers attention whenever they could get it. Despite your situation the scene brings a smile to your face, though it is all but snatched away from you when the woman silences her daughters with a single call, and relays her decision.

“Daughters. This young maiden is a guest in our home and has done me a great favour, we don’t feast on our guests. You are the bakers daughter, yes?”

“Y-yes ma’am,” The words leave your mouth quickly, afraid that if you keep her waiting to long she might change her mind.

“Girls, clean yourselves up. We will be keepin her as a guest for this evening. Do you enjoy tea?”

An amused smile pulls at her lips as she watches your eyes widen and your head tilt ever so slightly to the side in visible confusion. Only moments ago you where about to be killed or worse, and now she is treating you like a revered guest of honour. You watch as she sets the box down on a tall dresser next to another one similar, but clearly newer made.

“Tea?” All you can do is echo the last word of the question, the disbelief not quite shaken from you yet.

“Yes, or perhaps you would prefer coffee?”

“N-no ma’am, tea is perfectly fine, thank you.”

Now that you have shaken out of your stupor you answer her quickly, you’d never been fond of coffee. You liked the smell but drinking it makes you anxious and tired all at the same time, you’re father and eldest sister seemed to be addicted to it. She walks past your still shaking form and opens a door bending down under it’s frame to exit.

“Come.” It’s a single command that has you tripping over your feet to follow behind the larger woman. You are lwad down a series of hallways before you enter a decent sized room with a hearty fire in the fire place, two couches facing eachother, a table in the centre, a piano off to the side and several other furnishings throughout the room. She gestures to a seat across from where she seems to be heading and she pulls on a little string.

As you sit down, you realise that once again you are in the presence of the Lady Dimistrecu, in her home where young ladies are said to be taken and never seen again. You feel her gaze land heavy on your body once more and can’t help how your cheeks begin to flush under such an intense gaze. It’s as if she is sizing you up in some manner, those golden iris’ mapping out your every detail. Suddenly you are very aware of how messy you must look, you had come in from the winter cold and been dragged around before seeing someone of such high power. Your cloak is covered in dirt and flour from using it as an apron back at the bakery. Your face has bits of flour and the white powder somehow landed in your hair, the messy bun nearly falling out now after having been slung into walls and drug across stairs and halls. Summoning what little courage you have left after the series of events, you speak up.

“Ma’am, may I be excused to the lavatory?”

“You may, I will have Daniella take you,” The moment she says this, the girl with the red hair appears and eagerly takes your hand pulling you out of the room.

“What’s it like being the bakers daughter? Have you met any cute manthings in the village? What are Uncle Heisenberg’s lycans like when hunting?”

The entire walk to the restroom she asks you question after question like an eager child. She must be the youngest of the three, the way she was acts reminds you of your own little sister who has been at school for the winter, most of it anyway. Tomorrow she is going to come back for a short break, when the blizzards are to happen and snow people in. Your brother will be starting next year, he is sure to be a menace if he isn;t interested in what they are teaching him. Ever since he was 4 you’d been homeschooling him and teaching him how to speak and use his manners. Because of you he is one of the msartes children of his age in the village, not that there is much competition between 4 year olds to begin with.

“Here you are! Don’t take too long or mother might send Cass to get you!” Daniella’s cheery voice snaps you out of your thoughts as she stops infront of a door.

“Ah, thank you…I will do my best not to take too long.” You enter the bathroom and stand infront of the mirror and begin to right your appearance. You start with taking off your cloak, you lay it across the sink and beat off the flour and sugar the best you can making it look a little more presentable. After doing the same to your pants and your shirt, you use a small bit toilet tissue to wipe the flour off of your face before wetting your hands and slicking your messay hair back into a neat tight bun. The ribbon you use is worn and has seen better days, but is all you have for the moment and so you will need to make due with what you have. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror you crack a small smile, it’s not easy cleaning up the look of a baker with just water and some cloth but you did well. You wrap your cloak around you waist before finally turning to leave. As you walk out the door you nearly collide with the brunette from earlier, quickly you bow your head in apology only to be met with a single question.

“Why do you smell like honey cakes?

End Note: This was a little on the back burner because I’ve been planning other writing but I hope you all enjoy!

Total Words Count: 2,255

[thegoodending-thelasttime]

average dimitrescu fic vs hallmark movies

are we really no better...

[coffeepuppie]

Ya'll goofy mfs piss me off. Cause how are you gonna sit here and say that just because something is fiction that ethics and morals and values don't fucking matter? The reason that it's problematic is because you're enjoying consuming that media that in real life would be harmful to other people. That is why it's problematic because you are enjoying something that inherently is harmful and unethical. The argument that these characters do other crimes that are bad. It doesn't matter. It is so unbelievably disrespectful to the creators of any media to take their work and make the characters in a way that is NOT just ooc. It's you making a character who is like a morally grayer, arguably bad person and then making them commit atrocities that genuinely are some of the worst things someone can do to another person. That's what I don't understand about you guys. You need to hop off the internet and go talk to people in the real world. Because if you said that shit to a person Irl you'd get your shit rocked, you'd get Swiss cheesed. That's what's wrong with y'all. Y'all ain't had conversations with real people in a minute. Get off the damn phone. I don't wanna see no r@pe/noncon, no incest, no underage shit and yall defend it cause you're weird. They need to check y'alls hard drives istg. If you all disagree with this, please block me cause we are not for each other, Bro. I will never understand you.

A hit dog gon holler 🤭

Stay mad and blocked✌️

[duvernost]

just a little nibble….. @donnasmeatballs

[reddogf13]

A little goofy self reference to my fic in work “Witch of Beldez”.

Bela has formed an obsession with the witch, Donna. Despite her mothers many extreme warnings that witches are horribly dangerous. even fleeing the castle and country after learning that a witch smote a whole city not far. Unaware it was Donna, and after finally returning after century’s and assuming all witches were dead. Her daughter unknowingly picks that very same witch to hunt and eventually harass into friendship. Assuming that Donna is hardly the horrifying witch her mother says.

[much2leite]

Is anyone else fearful of angst fanfics and avoids them? I'm already sad, don't make me sadder 🥺🥺

And the thing is, the better the angst fic, the worse it feels 🤕

How do I justify this to my therapist? "I read an amazingly written angst fic about the fictional character I'm obssessed with, welp"

[willalove75]

Alcina's New Maid Pt. 19 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: In the aftermath of the meeting Alcina is feeling guilty and you try and ease her pain.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI.

Tags: Some angst, some fluff

Notes: Part 19! I know things have been HELLA angsty lately but I promise the next few chapters I have planned will be fun and fluffy and perhaps even a little bit smutty😏💕 We'll be putting all of that angst to bed for a bit!

A/N: If you picked up the mildly obscure Toy Story reference, I love you hahah I'll link the reference at the end for those who missed it!

Click here for the rest of the series

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Alcina's tears slowed and eventually stopped flowing. When she felt your fingers in her hair still and heard your breaths even out she relaxed a little knowing you were asleep. She stayed there for a little longer, with her head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as you slept. The steady beat of your heart and your gentle breaths relaxed her as the guilt ate away at her.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she finally lifted her head from your chest and your fingers slid out of her ebony curls and onto the bed next to you. Removing the gauze that was on your neck wound, she winced when she looked at it again. The bleeding had stopped for the most part, only trickles of blood still flowing from it. You definitely needed stitches. The longer Alcina looked at the wound the more her hands trembled - she would never be able to stitch you up like this. She tried her best to keep her hands steady but the harder she tried, the more they trembled and the more frustrated she became.

A knock on the door pulled her attention away from her hands and your neck.

"Mother?" Bela said as she opened the door.

"Yes?"

"Aunt Donna, Angie and Uncle Heisenberg are here for you."

Alcina grumbles and brings her fingers to the bridge of her nose.

"Alright, I'll be there in a moment."

"Do you need help with anything?"

Alcina pulls the fresh gauze away again to confirm you're still bleeding. Sighing in defeat, she turns to her daughter.

"Can you take over and continue to apply pressure to her neck?"

"Is she okay?" Bela asks, walking closer to the bed.

"Yes, she's asleep. Please try and not wake her. I am going to freshen myself up before going downstairs."

Bela sits on the edge of the bed and holds the gauze against your neck as Alcina makes her way into the bathroom. After a few minutes Alcina comes out in a new, clean dress. Her hair is fixed and her makeup is flawless. If Bela didn't see her mother so upset herself she never would have thought that she had been crying so hard. All evidence of her breakdown has been erased.

"I shall be back in a little while with Donna. She is going to need stitches and I am going to have Donna do it while she's here. If anything changes, do not hesitate to come get me."

"Yes mother."

Alcina ducks out of the door and Bela hears her footsteps getting further and further away.

Less than five minutes later Daniela appears in the bedroom next to Bela.

"How is she?" Daniela asks with worry in her eyes.

"She's okay. She's asleep so don't wake her Dani - Dani!" Bela hisses as Daniela crawls onto the bed and lays down next to you.

"Shh! And you're worried about me waking her up!" Daniela whispers which elicits an eye roll from Bela. "How's her neck?"

Bela removes the gauze and examines it before applying pressure to it again.

"It's still bleeding a little, she's definitely going to need stitches. Mom said she's going to have Donna do it before she leaves. But it's going to leave a nasty scar."

"Do you think mom will put the healing salve on it?"

"No, she only used it last time out of desperation. Mother doesn't want to expose her to the mold unless she absolutely has to."

"I guess that makes sense."

"Where's Cass? Still in the dungeon?"

"Yeah, she's been throwing things around in there all day. I think she even took a maid who had been misbehaving down there."

"Yikes."

Daniela's eyes wander over your sleeping figure, the bandages on your chest, the dried blood caked to your skin, the wound Bela was covering. She pouts and lays her head on the pillow next to you, gently moving your hair out of your face as you slept.

Alcina makes her way downstairs into one of the sitting rooms. As soon as she ducks through the door she sees her hat floating across the floor.

"Look I'm the dragon lady!" Angie's voice screeches from underneath the hat. "Roar! I'm so big and scary! Fear me!"

"Give me that." Alcina says, swiping the hat from Angie's head.

"Ugh, you're such a buzzkill, Godzilla!"

Alcina growls at Angie who runs towards Donna and climbs into her lap. She dusts off her hat and places it on one of the tables.

"How's the kid?" Karl says.

"Alive, no thanks to you." She snaps.

"What the fuck? Why the fuck is this shit my fault?!"

"You said you would protect her! Both of you said you would protect her and you did nothing!" Alcina yells.

"We were waiting for you to fucking do something you gigantic psychopath!"

"What was I supposed to do?! If I made another move Miranda would have killed her on the spot! There was nothing I could do!"

"And you don't think that crazy bird bitch wouldn't have snapped her neck with one hand if we did anything?! Plus it's not our fault you can't fucking control yourself you bloodthirsty bitch!"

Angie cackles. "Yeah! Get her!"

They meet in the middle of the room and are toe-to-toe, glaring at each other. Angie jumps off of Donna's lap and jumps around the two of them.

"How dare you!"

"This is the last time I try and do you any fucking favors!"

"Good because you couldn't even do the one thing you said you would! You unreliable greaseball!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Angie chants.

"Listen here you fucking cun-"

"Karl, Alcina, that is enough." Donna says, standing from her seat.

"Donna do not get in my way because I am as equally as angry at you right now." Alcina hisses.

"Alcina, please. Karl, sit down!" She says, pulling him the collar and throwing him into a chair.

"Hey!" He yells.

"Be quiet." Donna snaps before turning towards Alcina. "Alcina, please. What did you want us to do? There was nothing we could have done that wouldn't have put her life at further risk. Like Karl said, Miranda could have easily snapped her neck with one hand or when she had her caught up in the vines. We were powerless."

"What about the rest of the time?! When she was fighting against those vines! I did what I could but Miranda had me restrained! The both of you just stood there doing nothing!"

"Alcina, that's not true-"

"Then what the hell were you doing?!" Alcina screams, causing Donna to flinch and begin trembling.

"Will you stop fucking screaming at her?!" Heisenberg yells, getting in between the two of them. "Your temper is just as fucking short as you are gigantic. For your fucking information, we wanted to help. The minute Miranda wrapped you up we went to step in but Miranda eyeballed the two of us and had her vines pointed right at us. If we made any moves we would have been even more useless because we would have been fucking strung up on the ceiling by our ankles."

"Alcina, we wanted to help, we tried. There was nothing we could do that wouldn't have risked her life or made the situation worse."

Alcina lets out a shout of frustration before turning around and grabbing a nearby chair and throwing it into the wall, the chair shattering into splinters on impact. Her chest is heaving and her hands are balled into fists at her side. They begin to tremble as she struggles to keep her composure and not break down in front of everyone.

She was the matriarch of the castle, the one who never showed emotion - aside from anger. It was bad enough Donna had seen her in such a state multiple times over the last few months. It was worse that Karl witnessed her acting tender towards you. It would be a cold day in hell when she lets herself cry in front of them, Karl especially.

Hot tears sting her eyes as she struggles to keep herself together. It was easier thinking they just stood there and did nothing, at least then she was able to blame someone else. But after learning that they tried, and even worse, knowing that they were right in their suspicion that Miranda would have killed you if they stepped in to help, Alcina had no one else to blame for your pain but herself.

She broke her promise to keep you safe - again.

The realization hits her like a truck. Letting out a pained cry, she throws a table against the wall, it's pieces falling amongst the rubble from the chair.

Alcina squeezes her eyes shut, wiling the tears to go away. They threaten to roll down her cheeks but she grits her teeth and pushes everything she's feeling down with all of her strength.

You begin to wake up, feeling the sensation of tiny fingers running through your hair.

"She's waking up." You hear a familiar voice say.

"Hmm?" You mumble.

Turning your head towards the sound, you let out a small whimper from the pain at your neck.

"Easy, easy, don't move your head too much." The voice says.

Opening your eyes, you're met with a small pair of golden eyes with red strands of hair falling in front of them on one side.

"Daniela?"

"Yes, micuțo, I'm here." (Little one)

"Where's Alcina?" You ask, your eyes barely able to stay open.

"Karl, Donna and Angie are here, she went to talk to them." Bela says.

"Oh, okay." Your brows furrow as you feel the pressure of the gauze against your neck. "Fuck that hurts."

"I'm sure it does. When mom gets back Donna is going to stitch you up and we'll give you something for the pain, okay?"

"Okay."

"Go back to sleep micuțo, you need to rest." Daniela says, caressing your hair.

Your eyes close and you're swept away by sleep once more.

Not long after Alcina, Donna, Angie and Karl enter the room. Alcina didn't want an audience but Karl was being as stubborn as ever and Angie of course goes wherever Donna goes.

Sitting on the edge of the bed - taking over from Bela - Alcina runs her fingers through your hair.

"Draga, draga wake up." She says, her voice as comforting as a warm breeze. "Come on, iubirea mea. You have to wake up."

Your eyes flutter open and are met with Alcina's glowing golden eyes.

"There you go. Just like that, come now, you have to wake up."

"Alcina?"

"Yes love, it's me. I'm here." She says as she strokes your cheek with the back of her fingers. "Donna and Karl are here."

"I'm here too!" Angie screams.

Alcina shoots the doll a glare and turns her attention back to you.

"You need stitches, Donna is going to administer them, alright?"

"Okay."

Alcina moves to the other side of the bed after shooing Bela and Daniela out of the room. Angie and Karl stand on the outskirts of Alcina's chambers while Donna stitches up your wound. The entire time you're being stitched up, Alcina is sitting next to you on the bed, holding your hand and caressing it with her thumb. The stitches weren't exactly painful, but the wound itself was. Every so often a rogue tear would roll down your cheek and Alcina would quickly wipe it away, shushing you and comforting you.

When Donna was finished she gave her work one more once-over before nodding at Alcina.

"Try not to move your neck too much to avoid popping any stitches." Donna says. "You can remove them in a weeks time."

"Thank you, Donna." Alcina says.

"Of course. I'm glad to see you're okay, Y/N." Donna says to you.

"Thank you."

Angie climbs up onto the bed and stands on your chest, staring at your face. It's not that Angie weighs much, but it's still uncomfortable having anything standing on your chest right now.

"Will you get off of her." Alcina says, pushing Angie off of your chest.

"Hey! Watch it!" Angie argues before shooting a glare at Alcina, who returns the look. Staring at you once more Angie tilts her head at you. "You know, I was only kidding when I called you her new blood bag! But I guess I was right all along!" She says with an ear piercing cackle.

Alcina's eyes grow wide and angry at the doll and Donna quickly scoops her up and ushers her out of the door.

"Hey! Donna! What the hell?!" She manages to yell before Donna closes the door on her. "Oh come on! I was only kidding!" Angie's muffled voice calls from the other side of the door.

Karl walks up to the edge of the bed and looks down at you.

"How're ya feelin, kid?"

"Never better."

Karl chuckles and pulls something out of his waistband. "Here, found this on the floor of the chapel. It's pretty fucked up to toss a brand new gift, especially something as perfectly hand-crafted as this, onto a dirty chapel floor." He says with a wink before handing you the dagger he gifted you earlier in the day.

"Huh, sorry. I figured since it came from you it was used to laying around in trash." You quip.

Karl bursts into laughter and pats your shoulder. "Yeah, she'll be fine." He says to Alcina.

Alcina's eyes are trained on the dagger in your hand as it lays on your chest. Her eyes glued to the dried blood caked into the Dimitrescu coat of arms engraving. Nearly the entire engraving was now the rusted color of dried blood - your blood. Her heart clenches as she relives watching Miranda drag her nail down your chest.

"Hello? Earth to Alcina?" Karl says, snapping her out of her trance. "There's no way you're bloodthirsty already. You already took half of her shit!" He says.

Alcina's eyes shoot up to Karl and they narrow at him dangerously. She lets out a low growl and Karl puts his hands up.

"Jesus, I'm just kidding. That stick up your ass must me a mile long."

"Is there anything else you need or are you going to continue to bother us like the pest you are and keep her from resting?" Alcina snaps.

"Alright, alright. No need to get your parachute-sized panties in a bunch. I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Catch ya later, kid." He says to you with a tip of his hat and leaves the room. Donna nods to the two of you and follows him out, closing the door behind them.

You carefully turn towards Alcina, trying to be mindful of the stitches in your neck and she has a far away look in her eyes.

"Hey," you say, placing your hand over hers. "What's wrong?"

Alcina snaps out it and looks down at you.

"Nothing, I am fine." She says before taking the dagger from your hand and getting up to put it away.

As she walks towards the vanity where the leg holster is, she runs her thumb over the bloodied coat of arms. She didn't even realize she stopped moving until she felt something grab at her thigh.

Looking down, she sees you standing next to her with your arms wrapped around her leg.

"Draga, you need to be in bed and rest!" She says, putting the dagger down and turning her attention to you.

"I know, but you're not okay. I can see it in your eyes. Talk to me, Alci. Please."

"Come, you have to get back in bed."

"Can I at least shower and put on clean clothes?"

Looking down at you and realizing that you're still covered in dried blood and dirty, bloody clothing. Alcina sighs in defeat and agrees.

After a quick shower and some fresh pajamas, you lay down on the new sheets Alcina had a maid put on the bed while you were cleaning yourself up - exchanging them for the bloodied sheets you were once laying on.

You wanted to talk to Alcina, to find out what was wrong. Well, you're pretty sure you knew what was wrong given everything that happened but the moment your head hit the pillow a current of sleep pulled you under.

The next few days were a blur. Alcina was constantly coming and going from her chambers, checking in on you nearly every hour. All of the physical trauma that happened to your body seemed to catch up with you. Not only were you absolutely exhausted, your neck was bruised and swollen from Miranda's hand and the vines. You realized quickly after you woke up the next morning you could barely speak, to which Alcina muttered to herself "I had a feeling this would happen." and promptly had a maid bring you hot tea and soft foods.

Each day that passed Alcina seemed to be withdrawing into herself more and more. A familiar fear began to creep into your chest. Last time she became withdrawn she broke your heart into a thousand pieces, you were worried she was heading down that path again. You so desperately wanted to talk to her but you physically couldn't. So you tried to communicate your feelings physically. Kissing her, holding her hand whenever she sat near you, cuddling into her as close as you possibly could at night. You were happy that she was reciprocating your advances but something in her eyes still made her seem so far away.

On the fifth night, your voice was finally on the mend. It was raspy as hell, but at least you were able to speak.

Alcina was laying next to you reading a book. Her reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. You wiggled under her arm and cuddled into her, resting your head on her breast. She looked down at you and chuckled and adjusted her arm so you were comfortable. Wrapping your arm around her waist, your fingers drew abstract shapes across the silk of her nightgown. You couldn't help but look up at her and admire her beauty.

It was so rare for anyone to see her like this. With her hair down, no makeup, laying in just a nightgown with her reading glasses on. You could clearly see the laugh lines that adorned her perfect lips, even though their signature red rouge was absent. They still looked as full as ever. The crows feet in the corners of her eyes perfectly complimented her laugh lines. You could see every scar and stretchmark that adorned her neck, chest and face - no doubt most of them coming from the rapid growth she endured after getting the cadou. You wondered how many of them she carried over from her previous life and how many of them were new. She was effortlessly beautiful, yet something lurked in her eyes that made you believe that she never once looked at herself that way.

"You do know it's rude to stare, right, draga?" She says, her eyes not leaving her book.

"People stare at artwork all the time and that's considered a compliment." You rasped.

Alcina smirked and rolled her eyes before they landed on you. "Is there something I can do for you?" She asks, closing her book.

"Nuh-uh. I'm just looking at the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, draga mea." She says before leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?"

"No I'm good, I'm fine. How are you?"

"Me? There's no need to worry about me." She pulls the covers off of her and moves to stand up but you hold onto her, keeping her in place.

"But I am worried about you."

"Don't. Let me up, I am going to put my book away."

You release her from your grip with a sigh and watch her as she returns her book to the bookshelf and places her glasses on the vanity.

"I can't help it. I haven't been able to talk to you for almost a week. We haven't even been able to talk about what happened."

"We will have plenty of time to discuss what happened. What's important now is that you rest your voice and continue healing."

"Alcina, please. You're pulling away again. You've been doing it all week. It's starting to worry me. Please just talk to me."

Alcina places her hands on her vanity and looks down.

"I don't know what it is you want me to say."

"Anything, say anything. Tell me how you're feeling, let me know what you're thinking, anything." Alcina stands there, unmoving and silent. "Alcina please, it scares me when you get like this. Please let me help." You try your best to keep your voice steady but it still shakes. Alcina closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

"I don't want to burden you, you have enough to deal with draga."

"It's not a burden, you are never a burden. I'm more worried about you than anything else right now. Please, just talk to me. You promised you would talk to me."

She hangs her head and digs her nails into her palms. After taking a minute to collect her thoughts she finally speaks. "I'm afraid, draga." She says and looks up at you through the mirror.

"Afraid of what?"

"Afraid of myself, afraid of losing control again. I nearly killed you. I was completely out of control." Even from this distance you can see her eyes start to gloss over.

"But you didn't."

"But I very easily could have. That side of me, it is dangerous. It is horrific and monstrous-"

"Don't say that about yourself-"

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" She shouts as she turns towards you. "That side of me is nothing compared to what you've seen. It is ugly and horrifying and no one other than Mother Miranda has seen it in it's entirety. That was the first time anyone aside from my girls have even seen my wings! Those ugly, awful-"

"Alcina, they were beautiful."

"No they are not."

"They are to me."

"Nothing about that side of me is beautiful, draga. Nothing."

"Why are you so afraid of it?"

"Because I have no control over it! You saw what happened, I heard you begging and screaming to let you go and there wasn't a single thing I was able to do! It was like my mind was trapped in a body I had no control over."

Suddenly it felt like a bucket of cold water was thrown over you. You knew Alcina wasn't in control, but you thought that a different conscious took over and hers went dormant. But she heard you begging for your life. You were right, Mother Miranda wanted her to kill you. She wanted Alcina to be imprisoned as she watched you die in her arms.

"You heard me?"

"Yes. And when I'm in that state there is nothing I can do to stop myself." She wraps her arms around herself and looks down at the ground. "That's why I was so afraid when she told me to feed from you."

"Because she knows you're not in control. She wanted you to watch what you did to me but not be able to stop it."

"Precisely."

You move over and pat the empty side of the bed, silently asking Alcina to join you again. She stands there for a moment, her arms still wrapped around herself, almost as if she's afraid to get too close to you. "Come on." You say as you wave her over. Eventually she sighs and lays back down in bed. Being mindful of your stitches, you curl into her and lay your head on her shoulder.

"But you stopped. You weren't in control but you stopped." You said.

"I don't know what you did to stop me but I can never guarantee that will happen again. You were lucky. We were lucky that monster stopped."

"Alcina, please."

"I don't know what else you want me to call it, it's a monster."

"What does it look like, your full form?"

"Like a dragon of sorts."

"Of sorts?"

"It's hard to explain."

"Okay, then call it a dragon, not a monster. For me, please?"

Alcina looks into your pleading eyes and rolls hers. "I will try."

"Thank you. Do you want to know how I got you to stop?"

"Yes."

"As you were feeding from me I remembered Cassandra saying that fear makes blood taste sweeter. I realized every time I felt fearful, the bite would get worse. So I relaxed myself in your arms and stroked your cheek. I asked you to please stop, that it was enough. Just when I thought I had failed and that I was going to die, you slowed down and stopped."

"I am so sorry, draga." She says as she wipes a few tears away and kisses the top of your head.

"But the most interesting thing happened after you stopped."

"What was that?"

"Even though your eyes were completely white, you looked afraid when you looked down at me in your arms and saw what happened. Was that the dragon, or was that you?"

Alcina leans her head back for a moment to think. She closes her eyes and her brows furrow.

"I think it was both of us. I was screaming, trying to get it to stop. Then it realized what it had done and I felt it's fear."

"Do you remember what happened afterwards?"

"When that mon-" you shoot her a look and she huffs. "when that dragon takes over my memory becomes hazy, so I don't remember everything clearly."

"You nuzzled me and whimpered."

"What?"

"Yeah, you nuzzled me and I heard you let out a whimper like a sad puppy. Then Mother Miranda took a step towards us and you growled at her. She took another step forward and you stepped backwards and then you full on snarled at her."

"Did I really?" Alcina asks with a look of surprise on her face.

"Yeah. Why? What's wrong?"

"It only ever responded to Mother Miranda. She was the only one that was ever able to control it." She says with a faraway look in her eye. Shaking her head, she looks back down at you. "Sorry, please continue."

"It's okay. After that you kneeled on the ground and covered us with your wings. Your mouth went to move towards my neck and I stopped you. I wasn't sure if you were going to try and feed again but instead you nuzzled me again and started purring, like really loudly. Louder than I've ever heard before."

A faint blush dusts Alcina's cheeks and she looks away as if she's embarrassed. "I'm sorry." She mumbles.

"What? Alcina, there's absolutely nothing to apologize for, especially for that." You say as you guide her chin back towards you. "Honestly? I liked it. It made me feel safe. Even when you do it and it's a faint purr, its comforting."

"I suppose that, thing, and I are more connected than I would care to admit. We are one in a way."

"That's why I don't want you to hate it or talk badly about it. It's part of who you are, and everything about you is beautiful and worthy of love."

Alcina's breath stalls in her chest and she looks deep into your eyes with wonder. "You are truly fascinating. You never cease to amaze me, draga mea." She whispers, as if she's talking to herself.

You sit up and bring your lips to meet hers in a gentle, passionate kiss. "I love everything about you. Everything that you are, Alcina. Always." You whisper against her lips before she kisses you again.

When your lips part you rest your head in the crook of her neck and she runs her fingers through your hair.

"Did anything else happen?" She asks.

"Well when I realized you weren't going to feed again, I let you move back towards the bite mark you started licking it and cleaning it."

"That I do faintly remember. Right before I came back, correct?"

"Yeah, you placed a kiss on it and when you pulled back the white in your eyes faded back to your usual gold."

"That's right. I do remember that. That's why Mother Miranda had that incredulous look on her face. Because the mon-"

"Alcina." You interrupt.

"Sorry, I've been calling it that for nearly 60 years, it's going to take some time to break that habit." She says defensively. "Anyway, she had that look on her face because the dragon disobeyed her, it rejected her and chose you."

"Man that must have pissed her off."

"It very likely had."

"Do you think she'll leave me alone now?"

"I hope so, draga mea. Mother Miranda is a woman of her word. She promised she would leave you alone from now on."

"She said that last time."

"Technically, she said she would respect my property."

"Is that not the same thing?"

"For Mother Miranda, no. But she swore to leave you alone so I can only hope she keeps her word."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

You stifle a yawn and Alcina chuckles and kisses you on the forehead.

"Sleep, draga." She says as she slides down under the covers and wraps her arms around you. "You need rest. And you need to rest your voice. You only just got it back and I fear that the length of our conversation will set you back in your recovery."

"It would be worth it. I missed talking to you. And we needed to talk."

"That we did, iubirea mea." She says as she nuzzles into your hair. "I missed talking to you too. Now go to sleep."

Alcina kisses the shell of your ear and you fall asleep feeling her warm breath cascading over you.

Of course, the conversation the two of you had did indeed set your recovery back because you woke up without a voice again and didn't get it back for another two days.

Finally your week of recovery has gone by and Alcina was able to remove the stitches from your neck wound. She tried to hide her grimace at the scar but you saw the look on her face. Insisting on seeing it for yourself, you couldn't help but make the same face at first. Your reaction to it, even though it was involuntary, broke Alcina's heart and you could see it all over her face. You did your best to reassure her that it wasn't that bad and that it would fade some in time, but the both of you knew that it would still leave a very noticeable scar.

Feeling the guilt radiate off of her, you led her to the bed and had her lay down with you. Curling into her as tightly as possible, the two of you laid like that for hours, trying to let the aftermath of the meeting fade from your minds. The both of you still had a lot of thoughts and feelings to work out, but as you laid in each others arms, nothing else in the world mattered.

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Reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C25l1SkYzb0

"Look I'm the dragon lady!" Angie's voice screeches from underneath the hat. "Roar! I'm so big and scary! Fear me!"

"Give me that." Alcina says, swiping the hat from Angie's head.

[mellythesimp]

the epic battle of autism and adhd

[iloveelliefanfics]

Hii!! I was wondering if you could do a bela fic where reader is maybe someone with a high status (idk princess of a different castle or prince, or js from a wealthy family) and readers family visit the Dimitrescu castle and theres like tension between reader and bela (if you can, can it be suggestive :) its ok if not!) Have a lovely day <33

hii! thank you so much for requesting this, love the idea! hope you like what i got to write<33

proofread! taking requests, wc: 1663

pairing: bela x princess reader, reader is fem!

synopsis: you and your family visit the Dimitrescu family but don't expect for Lady Dimitrescu's eldest daughter to be like this with you.

a/n: loved writing it, every type of feedback is appreciated, if you want to request something feel free to do so<33 anyway enjoy this drabble! again pics are from pinterest.

What are we?

It was a very exciting day. You're the heir of the L/N family, so that meant it's time to discuss some business about the future plans with the Dimitrescu family.

As the large, looming figure of the Dimitrescu castle came into view, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Everybody had heard tales of the village's enigmatic residents and you had been looking forward to finally meeting the mysterious Dimitrescu family. Little did you know, one encounter in particular would change the course of your life forever. That contains meeting Bela Dimitrescu.

You and your family approach the castle, Bela, the eldest daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu is standing on a balcony, looking out onto the land, her sharp golden eyes peering down at your family. At you.

She couldn't quite place why, but she felt a strange electric feeling when her eyes fell on you. The princess.

Bela rushes from where she stands, going to her Mother's office. "Mother, the L/N family is here." Bela informs her Mother.

Alcina Dimitrescu, the leader of the castle and Bela's mother, raised an eyebrow upon hearing the news.

"Ah, the L/N family has arrived, you say? Excellent. Make sure they are properly entertained during their visit. Make them feel like they're at home." Alcina replied, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

"Of course, Mother." Bela nodded, a small smirk still playing at the corners of her lips. She couldn't help but find your presence intriguing. "I'll ensure the family feels welcome and comfortable during their stay."

As the Dimitrescu sisters and Alcina made their way back to the main hall, where you and your family were waiting, Bela couldn't deny the flutter in her chest. She was very excited to meet you for some reason. There was something about you that made her feel like she has to know you, a mix of innocence and hidden depths that piqued her interest. Taking a deep breath, Bela greeted the visitors with a warm smile.

"Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu. I trust your journey here was pleasant," Bela said, her eyes casually flickering towards you as she spoke.

"It really was, pleasent, thank you." You spoke with kindness. Your gaze lingered on Bela for a second.

"I'm glad to hear that," Bela replied, her gaze lingering on you too a moment longer than necessary. Lady Dimitrescu gestured for her daughter to show you and your family where you'll be staying. "Please, let me show you to your quarters. I'm sure you must be weary from the journey."

As Bela guided you and your family through the castle, she couldn't help but steal occasional glances at you, curiosity burning bright in her golden eyes.

The group soon reached a wing of the castle reserved for guests, and Bela opened the door to a spacious room adorned with elegant furnishings.

"You'll be staying here for the duration of your visit," Bela said, her voice holding a silky undertone. "Should you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call for one of the maids."

"Thank you very much, we will, definitely." Your father thanked Bela's kindness.

With a courteous nod, Bela excused herself, leaving you and your family to settle into your quarters. However, Bela's mind was still occupied by the newcomer's presence. Mostly you. She knew there was something captivating about you, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Little did Bela know, this visit would be the beginning of a connection neither of you could ignore.

As the days passed, you found yourself becoming more accustomed to the castle. You had explored the various halls and rooms, each one showcasing the wealth and opulence of the Dimitrescu family. Meanwhile, Bela had noticed herself paying closer attention to you, finding herself drawn to your every move and gesture.

One evening, as the sun began to set, Bela found herself wandering the castle halls. She came across you, sitting in a quiet corner, lost in thought, reading a book. Without thinking, she approached you.

"May I join you for a moment?" Bela asked, her voice gentle as she took a seat beside you. She glanced over at you, a hint of curiosity in her gaze.

"Of course you may." You say with a sweet smile, putting down the book you were reading.

Bela couldn't help but be touched by the sweetness of your smile. She smiled back, her eyes not leaving yours as she spoke.

"You seem to have settled in quite well," she remarked, her voice taking on a more casual tone. "I hope the castle hasn't been too overwhelming for you."

"No, it's quite nice actually. I like it here." You look away, blushing a little. The tension between you two was visible.

Bela noticed the blush on your cheeks and felt her own heart skip a beat. There was something endearing about your shyness that drew her in.

"I'm glad to hear that." Bela replied, her voice laced with a hint of warmth. "The castle can be quite beautiful when you take the time to appreciate it."

"Sure it can be." You chuckled looking at her.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, each stealing glances at each other, the air between you two charged with a subtle tension.

Feeling emboldened by the moment, Bela decided to take a chance, there's nothing to lose anyway. She scooted a little closer to you, her knee gently brushing against yours.

"You know, there's a special place in the castle I'd like to show you." She said, her voice a low whisper. "It's a hidden spot not many know about. Would you be interested?"

"Yup, let's go! I'm curious." You quickly stood up waiting for Bela.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Bela's lips as you agreed to accompany her. She stood up after you and offered her hand to you.

"Follow me, Y/N." she said, the excitement barely concealed in her voice. Bela led you down a winding staircase, both of your footsteps echoing in the silence of the castle halls.

After several twists and turns, you finally arrived at a small, secluded room hidden away behind an unassuming door. Bela gently pushed open the door, gesturing for you to enter first.

As you stepped into the room, you were greeted by a breathtaking sight. The space was bathed in the soft glow of candles, casting shadows that danced across the stone walls. A large, comfortable sofa was placed strategically in the middle of the room, and the sweet scent of roses filled the air.

"This is one of my favorite spots in the castle." Bela confessed, closing the door behind her. "It's... Peaceful. I hope you like it."

"I see why it is your favorite spot... It's gorgeous." You look around, taking this breathtaking sight in.

"Definitely not more than you, Y/N." Bela's compliment took you by surprise, you look at her all flustered that earns a grin from her.

Bela led you over to the sofa, gesturing for you to take a seat. She settled down next to you, your thighs gently touching as you sat right next to each other. The proximity seemed to heighten the tension in the air, creating an almost magnetic pull between you two. Bela looked over at you, her gaze taking in every possible feature of yours. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards you; it was a confusing and exhilarating feeling that she hadn't expected. Clearing her throat, she spoke in a soft voice.

"I wanted to show you this place for a reason," Bela admitted, her voice soft and intimate. "I... I feel a connection between us, something I can't quite explain. I hope it doesn't sound too forward, but I've been thinking about you a lot lately."

You look at her, surprised, not expecting any of it.

"Bela... I thought that it's only me but since I've set foot in this castle I couldn't think of anything else but you."

Bela's eyes widened slightly at your confession. Hearing that the attraction was mutual sent a wave of relief and excitement through her.

"I know exactly what you mean." Bela replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ever since you arrived, I've felt this strange, undeniable pull towards you. I couldn't shake it, no matter how hard I tried."

She gently reached out, her fingers delicately brushing against the back of your hand, sending a thrill up her spine.

"I've tried to resist, to keep these feelings at bay," Bela continued, her eyes now fixed intently on your face. "But the more time I spend with you, the stronger they become."

"I feel the same, Bela..." You lean closer to her. The tension is building up. Her fingers continued to dance along the back of your hand, creating a slow, tantalizing caress. Bela leaned in a little closer, your faces now only inches apart.

"I can't ignore this anymore." Bela murmured, her voice a low, sultry murmur. "You're all I can think about. I... I need to be close to you. Closer than this."

"Kiss me." You pretty much command, feeling the need to taste her.

She slowly, deliberately, placed her free hand on your thigh, her touch sending electric currents zipping through your body.

The invitation was all Bela needed. Unable to resist any longer, she closed the distance between you, her lips gently brushing against yours.

The kiss was soft at first, but quickly grew more insistent, both of your desire taking over. Bela's hand on your thigh tightened ever so slightly, pulling you closer. She couldn't get enough of the taste, the touch of your skin.

You and Bela continue to get to know each other, not expecting for you and your family to leave any time soon.

[vermont-writes-fanfic]

Her Special Maid

Prologue Chapter~

Request:No

Chapter: Prologue

Warning: An unnecessarily indepth description of how to make bread the medieval way, not much else

Characters:Alcina Dimitrescu

A/N:I plan on making this into a series, I’m not to sure how it will go but fuck it, I have it taking place about a full year before anything with Ethan even begins to enter the question though so that’s why there will be little to no mention of him

A/N 2: This is a prologue so bare with it please!

Directory: Prologue (you are here), Chapter 1

You’re life in the village is by no means a hard one, Mother Miranda had blessed the village well and you and your family are devout to her and the four lords she appointed to help sustain the village. As a child, you had often wondered about the large castle that stood strong and resolute beyond the village, even more so about those who lived in it. You had read the tales of princesses and royalty living in buildings like this, however no one would answer you when you asked about it, they would just steer you away from it with weary looks cast towards the grandiose building.

As you grew older, you grew bolder and wandered closer to it, as if testing the castle to tell what secrets it held that kept everyone so on edge. Any time you could, you would sneak away from your duties in the house to venture further and further out, and that was when you met your first Lycan up close and personal. You had fled home unharmed but severely afraid. After that, the castle interested you much less.

It wasn’t until you fell ill with an affliction that no doctor could cure, that you first got a glimpse of what truly took home in the castle. You had been laying in bed running a fever and in and out of a stupor, when the sound of a carriage could be heard passing by. Your mother roused you from bed and forced you to stand beside your father as two carriages passed by. The windows to the carriage were heavily curtained but a pale white hand had reached out from behind them and you swore you saw golden eyes staring right back at you, but your father pressed your head down nearly taking your sick body to the ground.

After this, your curiosity had once again been piqued by the strange castle. If only to keep you from going closer to the castle, your mother told you it was where one of the four lords of the village lived, and that she had a penchant for taking young girls. You assumed this was true for the lost part, the last bit seeming more like something you tell to a child instead of a teen, however you were satisfied with they answer gave. As the years flew and your mother grew weak, you had to focus on taking over the small bakery your family ran. You learned the tricks of the trade out of a large recipe book that had been passed down from generation to generation filled and crammed with different kind of recipes, the alterations made, the exact rations, and everything else anyone aspiring to take of the business would need to know.

One morning,while you are trudging through the snow, you find a small box with a simple lock keeping it closed. Not wanting the snow to damage it or someone else to take it, also being curious yourself as to what is in it, you take it.You continue on your way back to the bakery and set it in your room in a raggedy but clean towel to dry so the wood doesn’t become soggy and damage the inner contents of the box. Now that you’ve set it down it’s clear to you that this is no ordinary jewllery box or otherwise. It’s ornatley decoratated and has a crest you’ve never seen before. Silver pegs at the bottom in each corner of the base stand the box up and pop against the deep dark slightly red of the wood. The wood it;s self is nicely glossed and clearly well cared for, however the dust in places that had not been disturbed by the snow and cloth shows that it’s old. You take a small handkerchief and wipe away the dust before inspecting it further.Silver vines with leaves trail up the lock which is split in two pieces to allow the box to open.Rumaging through a couple of drawers you finally find a old bobby pin your mother used to pin up your hair when you were a child, upon finding you slide it in and jiggle it around finding the right spot until you hear the click. As you open it, the gleam of the candle light reflecting off of what must be a pure silver locket slightly blinds you. It’s heavy in your hand and the locket it’s self is even heavier than the chain. Curiosity gets the better of you once more, and you snap the locket open. Inside is a worn picture of a beautiful woman with perfectly curled black hair, dark lipstick, and a gorgeous white dress, beneath and on either side of her are younger ladies who must be the womans daughters. None of them aside for the girl with the lightly brighter hair had a smile on her face, even then it was barely there. Feeling guilty for taking something with a clear sentimental value, you shut it and replace it in the box as it was, before shutting the box which automatically locks with a click.

You set it in a special drawer of your dresser, and head out tying up your hair to begin baking for the day, after all you were already behind on the bread that needed to be baked and if you didn’t have enough for the day you’de have to make more mid-way through which is no small feat. The day is relatively uneventful as you go about your daily routine, you take the flower you had bought from Mr.Bruner the week before and add water and bear to it along with a little yeast and begin to knead it.After thirty minutes you let it set working on several more large batches before shaping it into loaves of bread. You set out a stone slab over the fire and set several loaves down waiting for them to cook. This process is repeated from the point the sun is peeking up from the horizon, to the time it is placed a quarter of the way in the sky. The smell of fresh if slightly stale bread floods the house as well as the noses of passersby in the village. It isn’t as if you have much competition in such a small village, your family is the only bakery in it after all. With the bread done and baked, your younger brother takes to selling and keeping an eye on the front as you head back into your room to stare at the box. What if you were accused of stealing it from someone in the village? Who do you know would even have money enough to have something like this made? A thought passes your mind and you, for a moment, contemplate it before making the decision to see the merchant everyone had been to, aside from yourself. Running a bakery with a sick mother is stressful enough as it is so you never had time for anything not already planned out.

You have a bit of free time now, and he was on a path you liked to walk when you weren’t so weary of the Castle and haven't had the time to walk until now. You slide on your thicker boots and a cloak before leaving the back door and walking down the dirt path along the tree line. Here, most of the people in the village couldn’t see behind the line of houses and question where you are going. It was better this way, no one in the village has anything even remotely close to this value and the picture would give away that it doesn’t belong to you. A caravan comes into view near the front of the castles at the corner where the two dirt roads meet. As you stop in front of it, the doors swing open and a large man kicks his bare feet out pushing himself into a sitting position.

“Well hello there! I trust you are the baker's daughter, what brings you so close to the castle? Is it me, perchance?” The Duke greets you, though you are easily distracted by the trinkets on either door he had opened as the clink.

“Miss?” He calls out to you again an amused smile on his face as you look at his wares with blatant curiosity and wonder. Hearing this, you snap your eyes up at him and shake yourself out for the distracted daze you were in.

“My apologies, yes I’m here for you. I found this box,” you pause and take the box from its cloth confines, “have you seen anything like it?”

Immediately his interest is piqued and he scoots forward leaning down to gently take it from your hands and inspect it further. His eyes widen and his lips curl into a grin as he sets it back down.

“Oh no, I’ve never seen something like this…but I do know who it belongs to,” When he says this your eyes lift back to him from the box where they once were. He leans back into his seat before rocking forward to peek around the doors of his home, an arm pointing to the castle before the two of you.

“The Lady Dimitrescu, that box most certainly belongs to her.I’ve only seen products from her castle use such ornate silver designs. And the crest, is hers.”

Hearing this, you turn to look at th castle, what you thought was fantastical and large from afar, is imposing and intimidating now as it looms over you. This would be a place wear one of Mother Miranda’s appointed lords would stay. Could you maybe leave it at the doorstep, or give it to him and have it returned to her that way? The thought of entering the large castle had once entertained and excited you but now it fills you with dread. What if she thought you stole it? Your mother had told you that young ladies went missing to the castle many times , and that your best friend was suspected to have been taken there as well.

“Do you plan to give it to her yourself?” The Duke questions, a brow raised, that amused smile never quite leaving his face as he watches you.

“Y-yes, it’s only right it’s returned to her…” Even as you say it, your legs seem to dread the thought of moving closer. The Lord were made to protect the village, surely one wouldn’t harm you…right?

You shake your fear from you, your father had always told you that being a coward even as a woman would lead you nowhere in life. You turn to the Duke and thank him for his help, before walking on shaking legs towards the door of the castle. Underneath the terror and anxiety, your beating heart quickens for another reason, your strides quicken and you bite you lip to hold back the excited smile that twitches at your lips. Even through the fear, you might be able to enter a castle. A real life castle, and one that you had always hoped to enter. Mother had always warned that your childish curiosities would get you hurt, and you pray to Miranda that she is wrong. In no time at all, your eager legs have carried you through the snow to the door of the castle, and you give a timid if excited knock. After a few moments, your apprehension grips you, and you think to leave it at the door. Just as you turn around, the massive doors open and the warmth of the inside beckons you. Against your better judgment, you walk through the large doors which quickly shut behind you.

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[izzymissi]

🩸🩸Bela Dimitrescu x Femreader Spicy Fanfic🩸🩸 NSFW MINORS DNI

Since bela won the vote i wanted to make something spicy with her

TW: Blood play/Knife play (like lots of blood). Rough/Dominant/Marking/Pain

The air in the room is thick with tension as you carefully handle Bela's prized sickle. You sit on the edge of her bed, fingers trembling slightly as you wipe the gleaming blade clean. Bela watches you intently from her armchair, her eyes fixed on every movement you make. Her gaze is sharp and intimidating, and you can almost feel it burning into your skin. You try to focus on the task at hand, but the weight of her presence makes it nearly impossible.

You can't help but feel nervous, your heart pounding against your chest. You dare a quick glance at her, only to see a small smirk playing on her lips, clearly enjoying how jittery you are. Finally, you finish the task, the sickle now polished to perfection. With shaky hands, you extend it back to Bela, hoping that your nerves aren’t too obvious.

Bela stands up slowly, her movements graceful and predatory as she takes the weapon from your hands. Her eyes never leave yours as she inspects the blade, and for a brief moment, you think you catch a flicker of approval in her gaze. Then, with a cold, playful glint in her eyes, she instructs, "Stay still."

Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. You freeze in place, obediently doing as she says, though every fiber of your being is screaming for you to move. Bela raises the sickle, its edge gleaming in the dim light of the room. She takes her time, running the cold metal along your leg, pushing the hem of your skirt higher with slow, deliberate movements. The anticipation is almost unbearable as you feel the sharp edge pressing against your skin.

Then, without warning, she makes a small, precise cut on your thigh. You gasp, the sensation a sharp blend of pain and something else—something that makes your heart race faster. Bela hums approvingly, her eyes darkening as she watches a thin line of blood well up. "Good," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. She leans in, licking the blood from the sickle, her gaze locked onto yours with an expression that is both seductive and predatory. You tremble under her stare, terrified yet strangely aroused, unable to look away.

Her smirk widens as she sees your conflicted state, the thrill of control evident in her eyes. With deliberate slowness, she makes another cut, this one deeper. You cry out softly, the sting more intense this time, and you clench your fists, trying to ground yourself. Bela chuckles, clearly amused, as she leans down close to your ear. "Do you enjoy this?" she whispers, her breath hot against your skin.

You stutter, blushing furiously, your mind scrambling for words. Her question lingers in the air, and the realization of how much this excites you makes your face burn with embarrassment. Bela laughs softly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. "So shy," she murmurs before pushing you back onto the bed, straddling your waist. Her eyes are dark with hunger as she leans in, her lips capturing yours in a heated, demanding kiss.

You gasp at the feeling of her teeth nipping at your lower lip, and she takes the opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth. The kiss is rough and passionate, leaving you breathless. Her hands pin your wrists above your head, her grip firm yet strangely gentle. "Be a good girl," she commands, her voice low and dangerous. "Stop squirming."

Your head spins with the sensation of her lips on yours, the intensity of her kiss making it impossible to focus on anything else. As you try to comply, she shifts, trailing kisses down to your neck. Her lips brush against the sensitive pulse point, making you shiver. "You smell delicious," she purrs before sinking her fangs into your skin.

You moan, your body arching against her as she feeds. The sensation is a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, and you can feel her hum against your neck, clearly enjoying the effect she has on you. Your mind goes blank, lost in the overwhelming sensations as she drinks deeply. After a moment, she pulls back, letting out a soft, satisfied moan. Her lips are drenched in your blood, and she licks the wound, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Good girl," she praises, her voice dripping with amusement. Her mouth curls into a smile as she slowly moves down your body, never breaking eye contact. You squirm, your heart racing as she reaches your legs. She spreads them apart with ease, her hands strong yet delicate. The feel of her fingers scratching down your thighs makes you whimper, the sting of each scratch bringing a sharp burst of pain followed by an unexpected rush of pleasure.

Bela presses a series of kisses along your legs, each one followed by a strong bite. You blush furiously, eyes fluttering shut as you lose yourself in the sensations. Her touch is electrifying, each scratch and bite sending jolts of pleasure through you. You grip the sheets, trying to ground yourself, your breaths coming in shallow gasps.

After several stinging bites, you feel her hand hovering over your panties. You open your eyes to find her looking at you, a wicked smile on her lips. Your legs are covered in bloodied scratches and bite marks, one of them draped over her shoulder as she digs her nails into it, clearly relishing the effect she’s having on you. Her mouth still glistens with your blood, her expression one of amused delight.

"Tell me what you want, pet" she teases, her fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of your panties, drawing a strangled gasp from you. Her other hand continues to scratch your skin, leaving trails of red down your stomach. "Be a good girl and beg for it."

Your face burns with embarrassment as you struggle to form the words. The shame and the thrill of her command make your head spin. Finally, you manage to stammer out your plea, your voice trembling with need. Bela's grin widens, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Such a good plaything," she coos as she slides your panties down, her tongue darting out to tease your clit.

You cry out, hips bucking against her mouth as she begins to lick and suck, the pleasure overwhelming. Bela’s grip on your hips tightens, her nails pressing into your skin, marking you even more. "Stay still," she orders, her voice muffled but commanding. You obey, biting your lip as you try to control the trembling of your body.

Her tongue moves expertly, swirling and flicking over your sensitive clit in a way that has your mind reeling. She circles slowly at first, teasing you with light touches, before pressing harder, sucking you into her mouth. The pressure is maddening, a blend of pleasure that makes you moan and writhe beneath her. Your hands fly to her hair, tangling in the blonde strands as you whimper, struggling to keep still under her relentless attention.

Bela hums against you, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure through your core. Her tongue laps at you with precision, alternating between slow, deliberate licks and quick flicks that leave you gasping for breath. When you think you can't take any more, she slides a finger inside you, curling it against your inner walls. The intrusion is sudden and electrifying, making you arch off the bed with a sharp cry.

"That's it," she murmurs, her voice vibrating against your skin as she adds another finger. "Take it, like a good girl." Her fingers pump inside you steadily, her tongue never ceasing its torment on your clit. The combined sensation is overwhelming, a building storm of pleasure that leaves you breathless and on the verge of losing control.

Bela quickens her pace, her tongue dancing over your clit with increasing fervor. Her fingers curl and thrust in a rhythm that has you gasping, the tension in your belly coiling tighter and tighter. Your moans become louder, more desperate, as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. Bela senses your impending release, her eyes glinting with triumph as she redoubles her efforts, pushing you to your limit.

When your orgasm finally crashes over you, it's explosive, a rush of pleasure that leaves you trembling and crying out her name. Your vision goes white for a moment, the sensation so intense that you lose yourself completely in it. Bela doesn't let up, her tongue continuing to lap at you, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you're left gasping and shuddering beneath her.

Just when you think you can't take any more, she pulls away, her mouth glistening with your release. Her eyes are dark and hungry as she watches you, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Good girl," she purrs, her voice thick with satisfaction. Without giving you a moment to recover, she bites down on your thigh, her fangs sinking in deeply. The sharp sting sends another surge of pleasure through you, mixing pain and ecstasy into a heady cocktail that leaves you crying out once more.

Bela drinks deeply, her moan vibrating against your skin as she feeds. The sensation of her mouth on you, the sting of the bite, and the aftermath of your orgasm swirl together, leaving you lightheaded and utterly at her mercy. When she finally pulls back, her lips are stained red with your blood. She licks the wound gently, savoring the taste as she crawls up your body.

She captures your mouth in a heated kiss, her tongue pushing past your lips, allowing you to taste the mix of your own arousal and the metallic tang of your blood. The kiss is rough, demanding, as if she's claiming every part of you. You moan into her mouth, too dazed and overwhelmed to resist, her dominance and hunger leaving you utterly breathless.

Bela's hands roam your body, tracing the fresh scratches and marks she left on your skin, each touch sending a new wave of sensation through your already sensitized nerves. You can feel the warmth of her fingers pressing into your flesh, her possessiveness clear in every stroke. She holds you close, her nails raking gently down your sides, leaving trails of red that burn with delicious intensity.

Breaking the kiss, she hovers above you, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire. "So beautiful," she murmurs, her voice husky as her gaze sweeps over your trembling form. "Covered in my marks… perfect." Her words send a shiver of pride and arousal through you, and you find yourself blushing under her praise, unable to look away from her piercing gaze. "Good Girl," she murmurs against your lips, her voice filled with dark satisfaction. "I think I’ll have you clean my sickle more often."

[blood-red-ocean]

The Things We Do For Love (Part Two)

You can find Part One here! Rating: Not Rated Category: F/F Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Relationships: Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda

Originally inspired by this post by @winterfireblond!

Summary: You and Alcina had lived an idyllic life until she found you unconscious in the Castle library. Fearing the worst, Alcina rushed you to Miranda's laboratory, and after some evaluation, you now had a life-changing decision to make.

Warnings: needles, blood, gore, non-graphic mention of vomiting, medical stuff.

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Several hours passed as Mirand conducted her various tests, but to you it felt like only a few moments. Between bouts of deep, uneasy unconsciousness, you would open your eyes and gaze at Alcina ton make sure she was still there, watching over you. For her part, she hadn’t budged from her place beside the examination table, alternating between holding your hands and stroking your hair as she fretted over your pallid complexion and light, quick breathing. From what she could hear, at least, your pulse had grown a little stronger. When she first noticed that it had, she nearly pulled you into her arms in relief, the IVs and thin tubes attached to you being the only thing to stop her. Miranda, on the other hand, was on the receiving end of Alcina’s warning glare as she drew your blood, checked your pupils and listened to your chest again.

When you finally did awaken enough to keep your eyes open, you were immediately greeted by the sight of Alcina in a chair she had pulled over from another table. Her eyes were closed and she had her hand to her forehead, unmoving You could tell by the steady rise and fall of her shoulders that she had fallen asleep beside you, and you managed a weak smile.

“Alci…” Your voice was rough and raspy, and you cleared your throat and tried again. “Alci?”

At the sound of your voice, her head immediately jerked up and, in one step, she closed the space between you two, She rested her hand on your cheek and smiled, adoration and worry mixing in her golden eyes.

“Hello, draga mea,” she whispered, gently stroking her thumb across your face. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m- I’m okay, I think.” With a grunt, you pushed yourself to one elbow and looked around. “Where… Where are we?”

“My laboratory.” Miranda’s voice came from behind you, accompanied by the clinking of glass and the rustling of paper. “You—”

“You collapsed,” Alcina cut Miranda off, shooting her a glare. “In the library, my dear. I found you on the floor, the fire was unlit—”

Shit, you thought sullenly. Miranda must have told her everything.

“—What was going through your mind, love? What could possibly had provoked you to do such a thing as not start a fire in that place? Why…” Her voice cracked a little then, and she cleared her throat, attempting to keep her composure. “Why didn’t you tell me you were suffering?”

“I—” You looked up at her and then immediately away, the worry and hurt in her gaze sending a knife through your heart. “I didn’t want you to worry. You had already dealt with so much, been through so much, what with us being so geographically distant, and having to adjust to the implant, I just… I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Look at me.” You continued to avert your gaze. “Draga, please.”

It was so rare for you to hear Alcina plead that it shocked you into immediately looking at her, the hurt in her eyes replaced with affection, mixing with the worry. “My dear, I have your heart, as you have mine. Our hearts, they beat as one, do they not? And as such, I’m going to worry about you. It is my duty to, after all. To protect you, to worry about you…” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she pressed her forehead to yours. “To carry you across the Village when you do something so silly and ridiculous as to not tell me when you are unwell and to not light a fire to warm yourself by. You forget you are mortal, dragostea mea.”

She chuckled at this, and you joined her. You felt like you had been ripped apart and haphazardly sewn back together, but at least you were with her. From behind you, Miranda spoke up.

“Well—”

“Miranda.” Alcina shot her a glare and shook her head almost imperceptibly. Miranda sighed and stepped into your field of vision, clipboard in one hand and a small woven bag in the other.

“It was just as I had feared. Your prolonged time in the Village and the Castle has exposed you to the volatile state of the Lycans’ Cadou implants. It’s not quite a virus, not a bacteria…” She chewed the end of a pencil as she became lost in thought for a moment. “I suppose you could think of it as a very bad bout of food poisoning combined with a very bad case of the flu.”

You stomach sunk at her words. It was just as you had feared- you were much sicker than you had thought, or maybe hoped, and now you were going to regret foolishly attempting to hide the symptoms from Alcina. You glanced over at her as she rubbed your back, guilt flooding your chest. You looked away again as Miranda continued.

“As I told Alcina many hours ago, you will not get worse, and it will not be fatal. You will not, however, get better. This—” She held the bag in her hand aloft, “—Is a serum I devised that should help in the case of an emergency such as this. If you feel yourself growing weak and woozy, drinking or injecting some of this will help. However, there is a way to cure—“

“Miranda.” Alcina’s voice had a tone of warning in it.

“Alcina, just a very small, very mild implant—”

“We’ve heard enough.”: Alcina gathered you in her arms and held her hand out to Miranda for the bag of serum vials. “I am eternally grateful for your assistance with this matter, Miranda, but I have already told you where we stand on that. I will make sure she is very well taken care of, and if there are any complications, I will let you know.”

Miranda hesitated, but handed over the bag in the end, looking at you as if she wanted to say something. Her words repeated themselves in your head – you knew what kind of ‘implant’ she meant, of course, but if there was a way to make these symptoms vanish for good?

Alcina strode out of Miranda’s dwelling, shaking her shoulders to make her wings sprout and then leaping into the sky, soaring back towards the Castle. You held the bag in your arms as gingerly as she held you, feeling them clink together inside the woven fabric. You called out to her over the rushing wind, “I could’ve walked, you know.”

Alcina smiled a little to acknowledge that she had heard you, but her face was tight with worry. You longed to reach out and touch her cheek, make her look at you, tell her that it would be okay, but by the time you went to move your hand, she had landed just outside the doors of the Castle. She didn’t put you down until you were both inside and she placed you down, kneeling in front of you to bring herself to eye level with you.

“Draga, I…” She looked at you earnestly. “Please, do not perceive my not knowing of your condition as not loving you. I adore you as much as always. I only wish you had told me, then perhaps it wouldn’t have come to the point it had. But I swear to you, I will not let this happen again.” She held out her hand. “The serum, please.”

For the next several weeks, Alcina became even more doting on you as ever. She made sure to keep a watchful eye on you, very rarely letting you out of her sight. When Heisenberg and Moreau came to the Castle, she took you with her while she dealt with them. When she had to visit Miranda for consultations and checkups concerning her own implant, she left you under the watchful eyes of her daughters, who always made sure one of them was with you as often as possible – and when she would return home, she would immediately run her hands over you, checking up on you and making sure you were okay. If it were anybody else you would have found it intimidating – but, because it was her, it was pure perfection.

During the span of those few weeks, your condition had acted exactly as Miranda said it would. You did not get worse, but you also did not get better. On your worse days, Alcina would rush to administer the serum you had been given, as you lay on the floor, or sat against a wall, dizzy and exhausted from fighting to stay conscious. On your best days, you would often wake up in the middle of the night in a coughing fit that sent you running for the bathroom, coughing yourself into sheer nausea. Thankfully, Alcina was always there to hold your hair back, and then run to bring you some water.

It was on one of these nights where you found yourself trying to catch your breath, hands gripping the edge of the oversized bathroom sink until your knuckles were white. The sheer willpower it took you to stay upright was immense, and if you looked into the mirror, you saw that you looked like a ghost, you were so pale and clammy. It had been weeks of this, and as much as the serum had aided you greatly, your entire body and soul ached with the desire to have a solid night’s sleep, eight hours of uninterrupted rest in your beloved’s arms. As you heard the approaching footsteps of Alcina returning with your water, you made a decision that really should have been made a long time ago.

“Here, draga mea. This will help. Water and seru—”

“Alci,” You whispered. “I want the implant.”

CRASH.

[caitlynmeow]

ugh gonna try to conjure my dimitrescu hyperfixation back by watching some videos and hoping for the best

[twilidragonrin]

Title: Her Three Little Wolves

Fandom: Resident Evil Village

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Original Female Character

Summary: Motherhood. With all of the highs and lows of raising children, Alcina gets hit with many lows upon the first few months. She'll endure anything for her beloved girls. Set in the universe of, "In the Clutches of the Wolf's Jaws."

This is a sequel to, "A Name Just as Special as You."

Can be read as a standalone.

[iri-2]

I Love You Like That

Rating: Not Rated Category: F/F Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Relationships: Mother Miranda/Reader Characters: Mother Miranda, Alcina Dimitresu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Angie, Eva

Miranda's dishes remain delicious as always, making you set aside the exorbitant prices demanded by the merchant who calls himself the Duke. Unlike other villagers, he doesn't fear Miranda's presence; he only cares about whether he's making enough lei. When he sees you beside Miranda, there seems to be something meaningful in his money-grubbing smile. You swear he continued to watch you both with amusement as you left.

This village is truly peculiar.

After lunch, Miranda quickly locks herself up in the laboratory. You have noticed this a long time ago. When she first joined The Connections, every time she finished lunch, she was always the first to return to the laboratory. You simply thought she was passionate about the research. But this time, her pace as she walks into the laboratory is not as steady as before. There is a hint of unease mixed in, as if she is running away from something. Is that you make her feel uncomfortable?

Miranda hides in her laboratory. Her frequent interactions with you have left her enthralled. As she sits at the dining table, once again gazing at you, the icy woman within her suddenly awakens, telling her to stay away from you. Her feelings for you would only interfere with her achieving her goal. She should rule over this village with authority, not allowing outsiders in or villagers out, just like her inner self. Many things that have happened recently are unfamiliar to her, yet they bring back the Miranda from over a hundred years ago, a time when she was mortal yet content. She knows that without Eva, she will never truly experience complete happiness, but when you speak to her softly, when you gaze at her eagerly, when you touch her gently, even the coldest ice can melt. This sensation unsettles the Mother Miranda, prompting her to avoid you. She doesn't allow it, she prohibits it.

You walk quietly down the road, contemplating your relationship with Miranda. Despite her refusal, she still considers you her friend. Well, friend is an appropriate term, isn't it?

Although you can't shake off the feeling that your presence is something strange for this village, you're not confined by that feeling and decide to interact with the villagers, maybe they'll get used to your presence. You simply hope so. But things run counter to your wish, as you pass by the houses, you are like a repulsive magnetic pole, the villagers within a few meters stiffen their movements, which is hard to ignore.

It's like an invisible hand pressing the mute button. Until someone breaks the silence.

As you pass by the statue in the center of the village, a girl peeks out from between the iron gates and gently calls out to you. "Miss, are you from the outside?" she asks in a hushed voice.

"Yes?" you nod.

"How are you still able to be out on the streets?" the girl asks anxiously.

"Sorry, what?" you ask, bewildered.

"Mother Miranda should have sacrificed you, if the rumors I heard are true. And I saw her buying a lot of things from the Duke, preparing for it." Her voice lowers even more.

"Mother Miranda? You mean my Miranda, no, I mean my colleague Miranda?" You blurt out something embarrassing.

The girl doesn't realize your little mistake, she glances outside quickly, making sure there's no one else, then pulls you inside. "Some say it's not auspicious for Mother Miranda to bring outsiders into the village, someone must've offended the Black God here. You must be a sacrifice to it." The girl says nervously.

Your brain is filled with confusion. "Wait, I don't understand. First, you also call Miranda 'Mother'? As they address it in the cloister? Second, who's this 'Black God' and why am I a sacrifice? I was brought here just for vacation," you feel like you're in some kind of cult story and decide to make a joke, and you emphasize the word "brought".

"You don't know? She's our priestess, she preaches to us, blesses our lives," the girl looks at you incredulously.

"Am I dreaming, or am I having some hallucination? If I remember correctly, Miranda is a scientist, who came to my organization for research." The girl's expression is extremely serious, no hint of joking, and you start to feel uncertain about what to say next, "She did bring me here in some unusual way. But what you're talking about, being a priestess or something, she never told me about it."

"Everything that was offered as a sacrifice never appeared again after entering the fields, but you come out of there unharmed," the girl's face holds a bit of hope. But hope for what? "I heard there are traces of lycans at the village border, it's her defense for the village, but it's also trapped us inside... If you can walk around freely, maybe we can..."

The gate behind you creaks open, and an old man with a shotgun slung over his shoulder steps in. "Elena! What are you doing?" then he looks at you, angry and sort of scared, "The outsider? Did you bring her into our yard? What if anyone else or Mother Miranda sees what you’ve done..."

"But father, she might be the hope we..." Elena is immediately cut off by her father's stern voice, "Go back to your room." Elena looks at you, her lips trembling, then turns and runs into the house. Her father stares at you, his hand gripping the shotgun strap tighter, poised as if to raise the barrel any second, "Outsider, you're not welcome here. Leave."

"I... I'll leave right away, just calm down." You almost make a gesture of surrender and leave their yard, closing the gate behind you.

It's not normal if you don't feel a wave of anger. You did nothing wrong. You shouldn't be treated like this. Miranda clearly still hides a lot from you. What did that girl Elena mean by her words?

"What did she tell you?" Miranda looks out the window. She has her back to you, hands gripping the window sill.

You recount Elena's words to her in detail. The air around Miranda suddenly chills, and you don't know why she looks taller. Instead of defending herself, she asks you, "Do you believe those nonsensical words?"  

Do you?

"Do you believe I brought you here as a sacrifice to the Black God?" she questions again.

"She said they've always been isolated, and from what I saw, it seems to be true. Perhaps that's the only explanation for why this village seems so peculiar." Did you respond directly?

Her knuckles turn white. "I haven't told you the truth. Originally I have a better way to tell you this, but it seems impossible now."

"Better than your fluctuating attitude. Listen, Miranda, I don't know why you were still willing to bring me to your hometown, and tell me about Eva after rejecting me, maybe because we seem to be good colleagues and friends. " When you mention "friends", Miranda's body seems to shrink abruptly. You walk towards her, hand attempting to touch her shoulder.

"You know, I've been preventing some irreversible things from happening all along." She thinks about how you have unwittingly stepped into her shattered, insane life and found yourself sinking deeper into this bottomless quagmire.

"I don't care who you are, I just hope you'll reveal your true self to me."

"As you wish." You see the fabric behind her cardigan tear, and black feathers protrude from the cracks, covering her beige cloth in an instant.

"Miranda..." Your hand freeze in mid-air. "This is the truth." Miranda's voice carries a steel-like coldness. " Yes, I am the priestess of this village, I am their Mother Miranda."

"The portraits I saw in some places, the goddess with black wings..." Images of the the details you once skimmed over in the village flash in your mind. That is Miranda...

Her figure almost blends into the dark night outside, only the faint lights in the room outline her, letting you know she is still there. But her words want to push you far away, "I’ve controlled the village for a long time. Those who resisted me were dealt with by myself. They were all nothing but my lab subjects, only useful for sacrificing themselves for my Eva." You can hear her gritting her teeth. "You’ve seen Moreau and Heisenberg, they were all subjects I once wanted to use as vessels for my Eva, along with Dimitrescu and Beneviento. I bestowed various abilities upon them, making them my assistants, and appointed them as the Four Lords to help me manage this village. And I joined The Connections just to find a way to resurrect my daughter. I don't expect ANYTHING unnecessary to happen." Her voice intentionally becomes cruel, coming from behind the dark feathers.

"So, you're saying I'm a burden to you." Your voice decreases, but you don't think it is due to the revelation that this woman is kind of the ruler of this place.

"You ARE my burden!" Miranda sounds fierce, her words are like sharp spikes, ready to shoot from the jet black feather clothes at any moment. "And I'm going to deal with it."

Her harsh words are her thorny shield, a way to protect her love for Eva, her only love. No one can understand her feeling of spending a lifetime trying to retrieve her daughter. She needs to block out her other feelings. She has to become ruthless to control the villagers, she must eliminate other thoughts in order to focus solely on her research. She rarely leaves the village, maintaining her sacred image within this small rural settlement. In her interactions with the outside world, with you, she remains to be high and mighty, making things difficult for you at every turn. In her inner world, there are only she and Eva, and everyone else is a blur. Once she thought you were just one of them. After enduring various forms of intolerable behaviors from her, you still chose to stay in the laboratory, assisting her in research. Miranda won't admit that she enjoys seeing you meticulously conducting experiments, she won't admit that she enjoys your company.

She suddenly turns towards you, her ten wings as black as the night, obscuring everything.

You don't know where you wake up, but it's not Miranda's warm bed. The only thing you can tell from the exquisite wine rack nearby is that it's a wine cellar.

Someone opens the door, and the light that streams in makes you squint. The person's footsteps are silent, as if gliding in. A woman's voice rings out, "Our guest is awake."

"Let me see her!" Another woman enters. As you adjust to the light, you open your eyes to find two women in gothic dresses and hooded cloaks standing before you.

"Who are you? What is this place? And where is Miranda?" You panic.

"Don't be nervous, we won't harm you, I suppose," the woman with dark hair says in a playful tone.

"Cass, isn't this the woman Uncle Karl mentioned, the one who makes Miranda unsettling?" The other woman with red hair seems excited.

"Really? I thought Mother Miranda had maintained her calm priestess demeanor for decades. How do you manage that?" Cass, the dark-haired woman, asks you curiously.

You have no idea what kind of situation you've gotten yourself into. A while ago, you were working in the lab, and now you're trapped in a strange wine cellar, surrounded by two women dressed more archaically than the villagers. What's even more confusing is about her—Miranda. You never doubted her true identity, not even questioning how she brought you to the village. Have you been too deeply immersed in her rejection, lost in her ambivalent behavior? Now everything that's happening requires you to understand and digest. You don't believe she really kidnapped you and offered you to some 'Black God'. You are convinced of Miranda's unusual identity. Oh, how you wish this was an illusion. But deep down, you hope some of her behaviors are real.

"So Miranda dumped me here and left you two to watch over me?" You can only accept the reality temporarily.

"In fact, it's not like that," the redhead says. "Mother said she was entertaining Donna and Angie when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Mother Miranda was standing there, not as calm and collected as when she usually comes for discussions but rather agitated. And she had someone unconscious with her, who seems to be you."

"She never used to bring the heretics herself, you're probably the first one she brought here in her arms," the dark-haired woman chuckles. "And you don’t look like a heretic."

"She didn't even give Mother any instructions. She just pushed you onto Mother and said, 'Alcina, take care of her,' then vanished. That left Mother quite puzzled, so she ended up locking you in the wine cellar as usual." The redhead vividly describes the scene, as if she were there herself.

"How did you manage to make the stone-hearted priestess flustered, outsider?" The dark-haired woman leans in to observe you. You vaguely feel she's not entirely mortal either.

"Cassandra! Daniela! Why are you still here? Mother told you to behave and not run around when we have guests," a blonde woman enters.

"Bela, do you know she's the one who made Mother Miranda so different?" Daniela's big smile still hangs on her face.

"I do. Mother just discussed how to deal with her with Donna. In fact, they were also at a loss." Bela replies.

"Wait, can I say something?" You can't help but speak up, "I know Miranda is your priestess, but from what you just described, she didn't intentionally abandon me here, is that right?" Warmth floods your heart, along with a chuckle, even though they're still shrouded in unpredictable facts.

"That's right. Mother decided to let you stay in our castle until Mother Miranda returns to decide what to do with you," Bela says.

"Um, since this is a castle, can I not stay in the wine cellar? Can I sleep in a fancier place, like the living room floor?"

You are led into the foyer by the sisters. When they levitate, you feel like your eyeballs are about to pop out. "Come on, startled little thing," Daniela tugs at your arm. Sitting on the sofa in the foyer are two ladies. One has a towering figure you've never imagined, dressed in a white silk gown with a wide-brimmed black hat. Bela tells you she's their mother, Lady Dimitriscu. The other lady is in mourning attire, veiled in black, with only her ears and hands exposed. You're informed she's Lady Beneviento, accompanied by a doll named Angie. When you decide not to be surprised by anything today, the doll speaks up."The Bird Lady’s favorite!"

You see Lady Beneviento gesture to quiet Angie down.

"You truly are a miracle. No one has ever elicited such a reaction from Mother Miranda in all the years since she lost her daughter," Lady Dimitriscu speaks as she sizes you up.

"How many years has Eva been gone from her?" you ask sorrowfully, knowing how much Miranda loves her daughter.

"It's been a century. When I first met her, she wasn't as distant as she became in the following decades. Perhaps it was because her hope for Eva's resurrection was greatest at that time. But after countless failures, she became more and more indifferent, sometimes even cruel. Besides accepting volunteers, she would tie the heretics to the operating table and complete her experiment, which was when the rumors of lycans began. For those decades, her life was only about preaching and experimentation, and nothing else could move her." Lady Dimitriscu tells you with grief. "You're the first."

You cannot imagine how much pain Miranda has gone through. The Spanish flu took away her only love, causing her to isolate herself for a hundred years. You finally fully understand her various ambiguous behaviors before. There's something pulling her true self, restraining her, forcing her to suppress her emotions and desires. Who could treat her like this? Only herself.

You get lost in your thoughts for a while until Angie sharply calls your name, which brings you back to reality. You see Lady Beneviento gesturing something to her doll, then Angie speaks with a soothing voice, "Miranda has helped us a lot, and I'm grateful for that. I'm willing to do something for her. But in recent years, she's become increasingly reluctant to appear in public eye, you know, she's almost like Donna now." Angie's voice suddenly becomes sharp at the end of her statement.

"With her help, I have three daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. That's the happiest thing for me. I hope she can find her happiness too, just hoping the process isn't so painful. I'm looking forward to sharing the joy of raising daughters with her." Lady Dimitriscu smiles, but her eyes look bitter at the three girls teasing around Lady Beneviento and Angie, one slightly reserved, one ready to quarrel with Angie and start a chase, and one teasing her sisters.

"In any case, we really enjoy our lives," Lady Dimitriscu concludes. Bela can't stop her sisters and Angie from quickly leaving to play, so she awkwardly sits beside Lady Beneviento, letting go of Cassandra's cloak in her hand. Lady Dimitriscu shares a lot about their experiences with Miranda.

"I didn't know about these things before. I was attracted to her, even confessed my feelings to her, and then she rejected me." You tell them about your laboratory life with Miranda.

"Perhaps you are the new variable in Miranda's experiment," a deep, slightly hoarse voice comes from behind the black veil.

At this moment, the three wind-like women return to the living room, all saying in unison, "Miranda is at the door!" They've watched her hesitating to knock on the door for several minutes.

You realize you have to say something to her now. You really hope Miranda can find her true self. It's something you can do.

You open the door and see her standing there in a subdued manner, her hands twisted together uncomfortably.

"Hey, this doesn't look like you're the village's priestess!" you step forward and gently place your hand on hers. Miranda looks up, surprised to see you opening the door. There's a hint of panic in her blue eyes, "Oh." Then she seems to try to calm herself down. She releases her hand, letting yours slip away naturally. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

You come a bit closer to her, "No." "Even if I tell you my true identity, the things I've done, including abducting you." Miranda tries to bury her unease in the pebbles on the ground. "No, Miranda. You don't need to be flawless," your hands cover her cold cheeks, making her look up, meeting your eyes, "I know I can't completely understand your pain, but you're allowed to have other feelings. You've just kidnapped yourself, thinking your love for little Eva should be everything. But accepting others' feelings for you doesn't change anything, my dear. You're the village's priestess, people should love and respect you, not fear you. The wooden goat would prefer neighbors who play and laugh with it, rather than being lonely in a solemn shrine. It would also want to see the world outside the mountain." You see waves in her eyes. "Allowing yourself to be whole won't stop you from finding Eva. If Eva wakes up and sees her mother is so different from the last time she saw her, will she feel strange and sad?" "I...never thought about these things." She closes her eyes, feeling your thumb brushing away her tears.

"It's okay, Miranda. You can try, so the villagers won't be afraid, and the Four Lords can find their friend Miranda, rather than having a chilling superior-subordinate relationship."

"What about you?" Miranda asks softly.

"Me? I'll do my best to help you achieve your wish, to have Eva by your side again."

"I have a simpler wish." You've hardly ever seen Miranda smile like this. She puts her hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you towards her, planting a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Hey, Miranda." You tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know crows are actually colorful in the eyes of other birds?"

"What?"

"Didn't the Megamycete tell you?" you chuckle, embracing her.