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PICK A CARD 🪞ೕ how would your fans describe you if you were famous

in today’s pac we will be answering the following questions regarding your life as a famous person:

- why are you famous?

- what kind of fans would you have?

- how would your fans describe you?

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

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GROUP ONE

cards · high priestess, judgement (reversed), knight of cups, seven of pentacles, nine of wands, four of pentacles, ten of cups, high priestess.

songs · deserve by lucky daye. levanter by stray kids. slide by øzi. amnesia by kai. amazing by mary j blige.

my dear group one ♡ you are famous for the character or characters that you create - characters in a video game in particular. you may be credited with creating a character that fans of a franchise quickly latch onto or are especially horny over.

i specificy “horny over” because pyramid head and lady dimitrescu are the two characters that come to mind and i think that most of us are aware of how the fans react to the two of them.

your fans will honestly adore and admire you. you may be far less known than your creation, and so the group of people who interact directly with you may be smaller and more devout than the people who just interact with your creation. the hardcore fans who interact directly with you online will send you art, headcanons, and questions in the hopes that you will acknowledge them - or because you often interact with your fans in that way so they know there is a high chance that you will acknowledge them. your community of fans will be a creative and artistic one. this will be a more practical form of creative and artistic expression, with your fans going out of their way to create cosplay that is as close to the source as possible.

many of your fans will describe you as the person who inspired them again - inspired them to create again, to get into a hobby or get into a hobby again, to go after a goal again. some may start posting their art or may apply to art institutions/for art related jobs, crediting you as their biggest influence behind this decision. your fans will cling onto you and describe you as someone that “must be protected at all cost” - especially whenever your tweets or posts go viral or your friendly interactions with fans start to get a lot of attention.

they may also describe you as someone who must be wise with their money, because you seem to live a good and well paid for life despite only putting out a small amount of work. they may also realise that you put out a small amount of work because you get paid a good salary for it - especially after this other character or game gained so much attention and renown - and because your main focus is family above all else. even if you do not post or talk about your family often (likely to protect yours and their anonymity as much as possible) your fans will often describe you as a “family man/woman first, game dev second” - or as someone they wish was their parent or close friend or family member.

GROUP TWO

cards · ten of pentacles, four of pentacles, seven of pentacles (reversed), ten of cups (reversed), three of cups (reversed), death, ten of cups, nine of pentacles (reversed), ten of swords.

songs · better by ama lou. unsteady by x ambassadors. video games by lana del rey. dear dream by nct dream.

my dear group two ♡ you are more famous for being famous, than for any of your talents. though this, too, is a skill all of its own. you may be famous because of someone you know or date, or because someone shares their platform with you and subsequently rockets you to fame (think, a popular tiktoker collaborating with you, a popular youtuber mentioning you in one of their videos, a popular twitter account retweeting you).

you may experience an emma chamberlain turn of events where you transcend from internet fame into real life fame - similarly, too, where people will look at you and wonder, “how is this person famous again?”. you may garner more fame for being an influencer and sharing your personal life stories publicly.

honestly, dear, it is quite upsetting to see the kind of fans you would have if you were famous. your fans may have a strong parasocial relationship with you, especially because of the way you became famous and because of your strong online presence. many of them will get a kick out of rooting for an underdog, and so, they may start to turn on you when you start to become more succesful and more well-known. one particular scenario may be common amongst your fans, where a tweet of them calling you mid, boring, mediocre (or anything to that regard) goes viral, only for people to reply and quote with this you’s of this person praising you months prior. you won’t even have done anything wrong, they’ll just start to feel bitter, jealous, and entitled. many of them will just start to randomly hate you. once you notice this shift, you’ll stop caring what other people say about you. you’ll continue being your authentic self and will start to consciously appeal to a different demographic of people.

your fans will describe you as someone who was able to make a name for yourself despite how oversaturated the influencer market is. they will describe you as someone who rose above and became real world succesful not just internet succesful, despite it all. there will definitely be a split between fans who genuinely support you and “fans” who will find every reason to hate on you. some may say things like “you don’t understand them” or “you’re just jealous and looking for reasons to hate them” - especially when people mask hatred of you behind criticism of meaningless things.

what’s coming to mind is the incident with madison beer that happened a few months ago, where people were “calling out” madison beer for dancing in a bikini on tiktok. people, of course, rightfully came to her defense and rightfully presupposed that the people who were saying negative things about her were likely jealous and insecure. similar things will happen to you. you’re attractive, talented, and lucky - your fans will describe you as such and rub it in the face’s of people who dislike you just for the sake of disliking you.

your fans will also describe you as someone who gets hated on unnecessarily. they would use that “i came into the house and everybody was like, oh, pretty girl, lets hate on her” meme a lot.

GROUP THREE

cards · six of cups, ten of cups, nine of cups, nine of pentacles, ace of swords, death (reversed), the devil, knight of wands, the world.

songs · cry by chester lockhart. poetic justice by kendrick lamar. coming home - interlude by kali uchis. fulton street i by la dispute.

my dear group three ♡ you are famous for doing something you enjoy or for doing something you have wanted to do since you were a child - and while that is incredibly broad, this is most true with regard to a field that has a high focus on restoration, the body, and physical performance. some of you are famous for being a part of a sport that asks you to push your body to the extremes - such as ballet or bodybuilding. while others of you are famous for your work as a coach (life coach or online fitness coach, just as two examples) or for using your platform to influence people to live a healthier, more active life. a lot of your fame comes from your ability to make yourself or your content stand out, especially in such saturated markets.

even if you are not the best, you are creative, refreshing, and relatable and know how to not only draw positive attention but keep it on you.

your fans are people who feel as if they are at the end of the road. they may have tried everything to feel better about themselves and happy in their lives, to little or no avail. that is, until they chance upon you. your story touches them, the way you carry yourself welcomes them, and the way you live your own life motivates them.

a lot of your fans may have bought countless self-help books before, tried countless diets or exercise plans, paid for countless talks, subscribed to countless accounts and channels, but could not fix anything that they see as needing to be fixed. again, until they come across you. in a way, you help your fans break their own toxic cycles.

your fans would describe you as someone with somewhat of a “no nonsense attitude”. you are honest about your own challenges and failings, and are always open to share the most difficult things you have experienced in life - however, you are also adamant in the fact that you have never let these things keep you down or stop you from achieving whatever you set your mind to achieving. something which is evident to your fans, even just from watching you from afar. your fans will say that this motivates them to work harder, to not give up on their goals, and to go after the life they want to lead. because if you can do it, why can’t they? if you kept persisting and saw your persistence pay off, why can’t it happen for them too? especially if you are a coach or offering one-on-one sessions, your fans will appreciate that you never ask them for more than you are also willing to give or you never expect them to do something that you yourself wouldn’t do or have not in the past down.

there’s an air of transparency here that your fans appreciate. they would recommend you to other people based on this. saying things like, “it’s not always easy, but it’s worth it,” and telling others that you are someone who can be trusted. i feel as if many of your fans will be grateful, above all else describing you as someone who helped them get their life back.

GROUP FOUR

cards · the tower, the magician, the world, knight of pentacles, ten of pentacles, ace of swords, six of cups, the tower, six of swords (reversed).

songs · tokyo drift by teriyaki boyz. advice by taemin. just look up by ariana grande & kid cudi. take me to church by hozier.

my dear group four ♡ you may be famous on an incredibly small scale - more of a niche celebrity with a cult following than a household name or anything similar. you may dabble in music, acting, writing, and social media and stay somewhat unknown for a long period of time. this level of fame may suit you most, too, because you have both your real life responsibilities and your artistic hobbies - both which give you a stable enough income and allow you to live your life to the fullest. you may just be a private person by nature, keeping a lot of your art for yourself and your loved ones.

however, greater fame may come to you suddenly and unexpectedly, with something you put out there or participate in suddenly blowing up and garnering a lot of attention. it may even be something you shared or were a part of a long time ago - such as a movie or song that suddenly becomes popular on tiktok.

your fanbase will start off as a chill, laidback one. they are a small to moderately sized group for the majority of your fame and, thus, quickly become familiar with you as well as with fellow fans. they may be people who gave up on their own artistic pursuits for the traditional 9-5 and family, and find solace in your own continued pursuit of art for art’s sake.

i feel like you would attract a lot of people older than you, around middle-aged. regardless of age, your fans would use your music (or whatever art you put out, though it may mostly be music) as a means to relax and unwind. they would also respect you a great deal and make sure to send you direct financial support even though you likely may never ask.

your fans will describe you as an old soul, and as someone who is humble and down to earth. this may be why you attract a lot of older fans, because the way that you approach art and evoke emotion is of someone far beyond your years. they may share your art with people close to them, such as with their families, and so you may have a reach far beyond your knowledge - i’m thinking of a pair of young friends hanging out when your song comes on shuffle, one asks the other who it is and the replies, “oh, this is someone my dad likes”.

your fans describe your art more than they describe you, which is something that you may also like. because your art is your art and should exist outside and apart from you as a person. when you become unexpectedly popular, your fans will be proud of you and happy for you (especially because many of them are living vicariously through you and have wanted this to happen for you for years), but will also wonder if you can handle all the pressure that comes with this kind of fame. when talking about you with others, they may say you feel like the kind of person who would just disappear once you became too famous. if they see other people interacting with your art, they may talk about how they knew you before you were so famous - reminiscing about the days when your fanbase was smaller and more intimate.

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willalove75 · 10 months

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Alcina's New Maid Pt. 9 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu brings you in as one of her maids, at least, that's what you thought she brought you to the castle for.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn, smut, angst.

Notes: Part 9! More angst (hehe) but with a dash of fluff this time!

Click here for the rest of the series

As you watch Alcina release the doorknob, your breath hitches. Anxiety, fear, hurt, anger, frustration, all of the complex emotions are swirling inside of you, but you still don't want her to leave. A small wave of relief washes over you as she slowly turns around, her eyes still trained on the floor.

You watch her as she releases a breath, following her movements with your eyes, you see her slowly lifting her head, her gaze finally meeting yours once more.

After what felt like an eternity of staring into each others eyes, Alcina breaks eye contact and looks down at the floor.

"How- how are you feeling?" She quietly asks, her eyes looking back up towards you.

You lightly scoff and gently shake your head, looking away.

"Never been better."

Alcina looks down and purses her lips.

"I hurt you." You hear the regret in her voice but the anger and hurt in your chest bubbles as she looks back up towards you.

"Really? I wonder what gave you that idea. Was it from listening to me cry myself to sleep for three fucking nights or the fact that I couldn't bear the thought of getting out of bed without wanting to throw myself out of the window for a week?" You spit, your voice cold and hardened.

Feeling the sting of your words in her heart, Alcina looks away as she fights back her tears.

"I- please," she says, exhaling. "these things are not easy for me."

You hear a hint of frustration in her voice and it only aggravates you more.

"Oh I'm sure, because it was so easy for you to go and fuck that maid. Of course this is the shit you have a hard time doing."

"That was a mistake." Alcina says with her fists clenched and her jaw tense, desperately trying to keep her tears at bay and her anger suppressed.

"I bet it was." You say, sarcastically. "You know, I'll do you one better, I bet it was an accident. The two of you just tripped and fell into your bed, and you just happened to fall face first between her legs. Whoopsies!" You throw your hands up.

"That's not fair." She responds through gritted teeth.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" You say, standing up. "Do you wanna know what's really unfair? Feeling safe, feeling protected, feeling loved-" your voice cracks as tears begin to fall. "Believing you when you told me I was special, that I was different from all of the others and then having it all ripped away with no warning!"

"You are." She says softly.

"Then why?! Why did you wake up one morning and suddenly want nothing to do with me?! You acted like I didn't exist, like I was nothing to you, like I didn't matter. Alcina, I- I loved you." You say through tears. "I think I still love you but I'm in so much pain I don't even know what to do. What was the point of any of this if you were just going to abandon me?! You took me from my home, from my family-"

"They didn't deserve you." She says with intensity in her eyes as her tears threaten to fall.

"And you do?! After everything you did to me?!"

That was the final blow for Alcina, she knew you were right, she didn't deserve you after everything she did. A sob breaks out and she covers her mouth with her hand, the dam breaks as tears pour down her porcelain skin. Turning her back towards you she rips her gloves off and throws them onto the floor and covers her face. Your heart and lungs threaten to jump out of your chest as you watch her shoulders shake while she sobs. Alcina tries to silence her cries but it's no use, they're pouring out of her like an overflowing cup.

You hate seeing her like this, you're still angry and hurt, but Zina's words replay in your head. "You can be both empathetic and angry towards her, they are not mutually exclusive feelings." Frustrated, you walk back over and sit on the bed, resting your head in your hands.

"I'm so sorry." Alcina says as she sobs. "I never wanted to hurt you." She takes a few deep breaths, trying to pull herself together, even if it's just a little bit. "You're right, about everything. Nothing I did was fair to you, not for a moment; and I don't deserve you, not anymore. Not after all of the pain I've caused you." She quietly whimpers, her hands leave her face and she wraps her arms around herself.

"Then why? Why did you do it? All of it?" You have more desperation in your voice than you wanted.

"Does it even matter anymore?" She says with a hurt in her voice.

"Of course it matters!" You say, louder than you were expecting. "You took my heart and shoved it into the dirt and stepped on it and didn't even have the courtesy of giving me any kind of warning or reason." The anger bubbles in your chest once more. "And you acted like you didn't even care! Like I didn't exist! You owe me an explanation. It's the least you could fucking do."

"You want to know why?" She says, trying to coat her voice in ice but the pain is still prevalent.

"Yes!" You yell.

"I was trying to protect you."

"From what?!"

Alcina turns and looks at you, tears trickling down her cheeks.

"From that maid? From Mother Miranda? From what Alcina?!"

"From Mother." She says as her eyes flutter shut. "Dealing with that obnoxious pest of a maid is child's play." Her eyes open and meet yours. "But Mother Miranda? I-" looking away, she crosses her arms across her chest, staring off into the distance and falls silent.

"Alcina, please." You quietly say.

After a moment she breaks her silence.

"There are not many things that I am fearful of. There are only a few things on this earth that truly frighten me, things that even I stand no chance of going up against successfully." Her eyes shift over to you for a moment and slowly move away as she looks into the distance again. "Mother Miranda is powerful. The most powerful being I have ever experienced in my very long life. Her powers were given to her by the Black God itself, they are near limitless, there isn't much she can't do."

"So you're afraid of her?"

Alcina continues to look away, not answering your question.

"What would have happened to me if she took me to that lab?"

"Nothing good." She says, you see her eyes flair with anger.

"Why won't you tell me?" You genuinely want to know, but you're starting to get frustrated again as she continues to dodge your questions.

You can see her jaw clench again, tightening her grip on her crossed arms.

"It's better that you don't know."

"How do you expect me to be able to trust you again if you can't even be honest with me?!" You say, your anger bubbling. "You tell me you're sorry for hurting me but you won't even tell me why you're protecting me?! You tell me I'm special and that I'm different but you won't even be honest, what's the point of protecting me then?! Just so you can have another play thing for a little longer?!"

"That is not it." She snaps, glaring at you. Turning her head away from you again you see her body tense in anger.

"Then why?!" You yell.

"Because I love you!" She yells as she turns towards you. "Because I was absolutely terrified after Mother Miranda showed up! It was one of the few times in my entire life where I was truly shaken to my core!"

"What were you so afraid of?!"

"You really want to know what happens down there? Fine! She would have implanted a parasite into you, the cadou. It would have been the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your life! It would mutate you and it would probably kill you, but not before you suffered more than you could ever possibly imagine! It was so horrific I wished for death! It's the reason I turned into this!" She says, gesturing at her body. "It took weeks for the mutation to complete, every second was filled with more pain than I ever thought was possible! That's what she wanted to do to you! I could not let her take you, I would never be able to live with myself if I allowed you to suffer the way I have and then die. When she fought to take you down there, it was like," she pants, searching for the words. "it was like someone had their hand in my chest and was threatening to rip my heart out! I couldn't bare it, the feeling of terror, the thought of you being put in harms way because of me. If she brought you down there," she shudders at the thought as more tears fall. "I would have spent the rest of eternity filled with regret."

Studying her face, you realize you've never seen her this disheveled before. Her golden eyes are red and bloodshot, her mascara is smeared under her eyes, remnants of it mixed with her tears leaving streaks down her face. Her usual pristine lipstick has moved from it's place, smearing at the corners. Matching her eyes, her nose is red and runny.

"So I abandoned you." She says softly, her voice laced with regret and hurt. "I need you to know that it was not because of something you did, or because you were not special or important to me." She says, looking into your eyes. "It was the only way I knew how to protect you."

"What about the maid?" You ask as your voice shakes.

"It was truly a moment of weakness." She says as she hangs her head in shame. "I was so frustrated, so pent up, nothing I tried offered any relief and with each passing day it was getting worse. I almost killed a maid for tripping for Gods sake. No matter what I did I could not get you out of my mind. The harder I tried, the worse it got and the more frustrated I became. After seeing you in the library and at dinner, I couldn't take it anymore, so I brought the first girl I came upon into my chambers. Even at the height of my release, you were all I was able to think of." She says with defeat in her voice.

Her words sink in as she speaks, it's comforting to know why she did what she did, but it doesn't take away all of the hurt, all of the insecurities that developed because of what she's done, it doesn't ease the anger.

"I wish you would have just talked to me." You say as you look away, staring into nothing.

"I didn't know how to."

A few more tears roll down your cheeks.

"Will you ever be able to forgive me?" She quietly asks, looking down at the floor.

"I don't know." Your voice is so low it almost comes out as a whisper.

Alcina nods her head and bends down, picking her gloves off of the floor. She stands and stares at you for a minute in silence, watching you staring off into nothing. Eventually, she turns towards the door.

"You're just gonna leave?" You ask.

She turns back towards you.

"Do you not want me to?"

"I don't know." You look down and fidget with your hands in your lap. "I don't want you to leave. But I don't, I don't want to ask you to stay." You say as tears begin to fall again. "You really hurt me, Alcina. The only other time I've felt this much pain was when my parents died. So much of me wants to hate you, but, I- I just can't." Looking up you see Alcina staring at you, hanging onto each word you say. "There's a big part of me that hates myself for still loving you. It would be so much easier if I could just stop, but I can't. But I can't forgive you, not for everything, not yet."

"I understand." She says quietly.

"I was in so much pain- I'm still in so much pain. My heart felt like it was dying." You bring your hands to your face as you sob. "I went from feeling like I was actually worthy of someone's love, like I was actually worth more than what I was told for so much of my life, to feeling completely worthless. I didn't think I could feel more worthless than I did at home, but this- this broke me. It completely broke me."

You see Alcina walks towards you in your prereferral vision and you look up at her. She slowly and carefully reaches her hand out towards you, hesitating as she waits for your reaction as tears stream down her face. When you don't pull away, she gently rests her hand on your shoulder. It almost pisses you off how much comfort such a simple touch from her brings to you, but the truth is, you missed the comfort she brought you.

You lightly lean into her touch and in one quick movement Alcina wraps her arms around you, kneeling on the floor in front of you. The floodgates open as you grab onto the fabric of her dress, sobbing into her. Alcina buries her face into your neck and you feel hot tears dripping down your shoulder and chest as she cries into you.

"I don't know how to stop loving you." You cry into her. "But I don't know how to forgive you either. I don't know what to do."

"You are worth more to me than you will ever know. I'm so, so sorry y/n. I never wanted to hurt you and I ended up doing it anyway." She says as she cries on your shoulder. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive myself."

You spend the next few minutes crying into each other, her arms wrapped tightly around you. As your sobs slow, stray tears fall down your cheeks onto Alcina's chest while your head rests against her. Alcina breaks the silence once she hears your heartbeat begin to settle.

"Is there anything I could possibly do?" There's a hopelessness in her voice that makes your heart ache a little.

"I don't know." You quietly say, gently shaking your head.

She nods and rests her cheek against the top of your head.

As you sit on the edge of your bed with your head resting on her chest, you allow yourself to be comforted by her. The stabbing pain in your heart persists, a game of tug-of-war rages on. Fighting between wanting to find a way to forgive her so things can go back to the way they were and never wanting to trust her again. Your body rises along with her chest as she takes a deep breath and slowly exhales.

"I love you."

Alcina's voice is barely a whisper, you're surprised you're heard her at all. Closing your eyes, you listen to the relaxing tempo of her heartbeat as you rest against her.

"No matter what you chose to do, I will support your decision. It's the very least I can do after putting you through so much pain." She gently pulls away and cups your face in her hands, looking into your eyes. "I don't know if I will ever stop loving you, but if you chose to stop loving me, I give you my word I won't hold it against you. All I want is for you to be happy, even if that means you're happy without me."

Tears stream down her face as you study her. You see the sincerity in her eyes, the fear that you'll never come back to her, the hurt, you also see love. It's a look in her eyes you've only seen once before, it happened one night when you were in bed together. At the time, you weren't sure what it was, it flashed across her eyes so briefly you were only able to see it's softness, that she was letting her walls down. Within seconds the look in her eyes was gone, the walls put right back up. This time she didn't put up walls, letting you see deep into her soul through her glittering gold eyes.

You still love her. Tears fill your eyes once more as you think about it, you still love her, so much. But you were also hurt by her so badly you can't bring yourself to forgive her as easily as you would both like. It frustrates you that you're still able to love her so much after all that she did; you don't understand how or why. There's still a part of you that wants to hate her forever, but you're beginning to realize that that little voice is the voice of fear. The fear of getting hurt again, the automatic defense put in place to protect your heart from being heartbroken again. As you look into her eyes you realize that you would regret it if you didn't at least try to forgive her. She has a lot to make up for, a lot to prove, but you have to try.

Closing your eyes, tears roll down your cheeks. Her cool thumbs gently wiping them away.

"I still love you so much." You say, opening your eyes and looking into hers. "I will never be able to stop loving you Alcina." Feeling her body tensing in anticipation, you see tears filling her eyes once more. "I will regret it if I don't try and forgive you, but I need you to put in the effort to fix this. I want to take things slow, but I need you to show me, to prove to me that I can trust you again. And I don't mean by buying me a bunch of expensive shit or waiting on me hand and foot. I don't want gifts, I want to see effort, real effort, in trying to fix this."

"I give you my word, I will do everything I can to regain your trust."

Looking into her eyes, you nod your head. She wraps her arms around you once more and pulls you into her.

"Thank you." She says quietly. "I know I don't deserve your kindness, but I am grateful for your generous heart."

"Everyone deserves a second chance."

The dinner bells rings and Alcina holds you for another second before letting you go.

"Would you like to join the girls and I for dinner?" She asks.

"I don't know if I'm ready for that just yet."

Alcina has a sadness in her eyes but nods her head.

"But, I was thinking of spending some time in the library after dinner, if you and the girls want to join me?"

Looking back up at you, you see a spark of hope and excitement in Alcina's eyes.

"I would love to." She says with a smile. God, how you missed seeing her smile.

The second dinner bell rings and Alcina wipes the tear streaks off of her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Oh I probably look like such a mess." She says to herself as she goes to stand up.

"Wait here." You say, she tilts her head at you but stays kneeling on the floor. Hopping off of the bed, you go into the bathroom and grab a hand towel and run it under warm water and make your way back out with it.

"Can I?" You ask, holding up the towel.

Alcina smiles and gently nods. Placing your hand under her jaw you carefully begin to wipe away the mascara and makeup that ran down her cheeks and clean up the smeared lipstick.

"Look up." Alcina looks up and you wipe away the makeup smeared under her eyes. "Much better." You say as you finish wiping off the last of it. Her eyes are still red and puffy, but it's an improvement.

"Thank you -" she opens her mouth to continue but stops herself and smiles. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, she rests her hand on your cheek for a moment and looks into your eyes. "I should start making my way to the dining hall, I'm sure the girls are waiting. I'll have a maid bring you up a tray?"

"Thank you. I'll meet you all in the library after dinner?"

"Absolutely."

Alcina pauses and looks into your eyes once more, she studies your face and gently caresses your cheek with her thumb. After a few moments her hand leaves your face and she stands up and puts her gloves back on. Turning her head towards the door, a smirk crosses her face. You have no idea what she's smirking at until you too begin to hear the excited buzz of the girls outside the door and a few "shhh's" and "shut it's."

Without making a sound, Alcina walks towards the door, she carefully reaches for the doorknob and whips it open, revealing the three girls huddled outside. The girls are startled and they all let out a squeal, bursting into a large swarm of flies and flying down the hall towards the staircase. Alcina chuckles and shakes her head, looking back at you. You can't help but chuckle as well at the girls antics. After exchanging one more smile, Alcina ducks out of the doorway and closes the door behind her.

You toss the hand towel into the hamper and go into the bathroom and wash your own face. Just like Alcina's, your eyes are red and puffy and your face and chest are flushed. Once you're finished you hear a knock on the door, you open it to find a maid delivering you dinner.

"Thank you." You say, taking the tray from her. After making yourself comfortable, you dig in, you didn't realize just how hungry you were until you ate almost everything on the tray.

"I guess not properly eating for a week will do that to you." You think to yourself.

Once you're finished you leave your room and head down to the library and find the book you wanted. You take a seat on one of the couches by the fireplace and begin to read. After a few minutes you hear the door open and a buzzing noise fills the air.

"Y/n!!" Daniela says as she appears in front of you. "What are you reading?!"

"Hey! Look who's not dead!" Cassandra says endearingly.

"Cass!" Bela says, scolding her. "Glad you're back, y/n."

Daniela plops down next to you and looks at the book.

"Is that the one you started reading to me last week?!"

"Sure is kiddo, want me to keep going?"

"YES!" Daniela says as she wraps her arms around you and squeezes you just a little too tight.

"Daniela, please don't crush her." You look up and see Alcina walking into the library with a smile on her face.

"Sorry mom, I just got so excited!"

"I know draga." Alcina says as she takes a seat across from you.

Daniela lays down in your lap and you begin to read to her. Bela and Cassandra make themselves comfortable, Bela with a new book in her hand and Cassandra with her sketchbook.

With her glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, Alcina looks over them and takes in the scene around her. Bela sitting nicely in one of the chairs, deeply invested in her book, Cassandra laying on the rug, sketching her little heart away, Daniela laying on the couch with her head in your lap, and you, with your hand in Daniela's hair, gently scratching her scalp, reading to her. This isn't the first time you've all been here together, but after the last week, Alcina has a new appreciation for seeing the people she loves more than anything all together once again. Her heart swells as she looks at each of you, a smile stretching across her face.

Looking up from the book, you watch as Alcina studies each girl with the warmest smile on her face. Her eyes shift from Daniela and lock with yours, she's a little surprised to see you looking at her, but you see the love in her eyes. You exchange smiles and return to your books, you know you both have a long way to go before things get back to where they were before, and you know it won't be easy, but for the first time in a while, you're hopeful.

#willalove75 #wlw fanfic #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu fanfic #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina x female reader #re8 alcina #alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina x reader

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naturesapphic · 4 months

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could you do a lady dimitrescu x reader, Alcina helps reader with eating disorder recovery ❤️‍🩹

Headcannons of lady dimitrescu helping her partner recover from her eating disorder

Lady dimitrescu x fem!reader

Warnings: talks of eating disorders, hurt/comfort

- you’ve always had trouble with eating ever since you were young

- you always compared yourself to others

- you didn’t like how your body looked and you felt the urge to change it

- you would go hours without eating or drinking anything

- you had a lot of insecurities and didn’t feel like you deserve to be loved

- some time passed and you were diagnosed with anorexia

- you tried counseling and medication which seemed to work a little but you still didn’t want to eat

- you still felt a certain way about your body and how it looked

- you moved from the u.s. to Romania and that’s how you met your curtain wife, lady dimitrescu

- you met alcina when you walked in the village and got attacked by a lycan

- you saw the castle and decided to go to it, hoping that there would be anyone inside that could help you

- you knocked on the door and a maid opened the door and invited you in quietly

- the quiet didn’t last for long until a loud booming voice was heard

- “maid. Who was at the door?” Alcina stated.

- she walked down the stairs and saw your beaten and scratched up figure

- she didn’t know why or how, but she felt instantly drawn to you

- she ordered her other maids to put you in a guest room and for them to nurse you back to health.

- while the maids mainly did help you get better, alcina would always come check in on you to see how you were doing

- you eventually met her daughters and you instantly felt close to them

- the three children absolutely adored you and you felt the same

- when you were getting better, alcina couldn’t help but notice how you would never finish a cup of water or a little plate of food the maids would make for you

- she didn’t think you were being wasteful no, she thought it was much deeper than that

- when you were better and there for a few months, you got extremely close with alcina

- you eventually told her about your eating disorder and she never judged you

- she said that she will always be there for you and that she will always help you in any way she can

- you also told her about your insecurities about your body

- she was sad that you felt that way but never made you feel bad for feeling the way you do

- she makes sure everyday that you feel loved and comfortable inside and out

- whenever you get really insecure she makes love to you and shows you how much she adores your body and you

- after being there for over a year, alcina kept good on her word and you’ve been eating and drinking better everyday

- after some time, alcina proposed to you and later y’all married

- it was the happiest day of your life when you finally got the family you’ve always wanted

- alcina and the girls still help you with your disorder

- alcina helped you get a therapist that you only went to if you truly felt like it

- she made some technics and plans that helps you with food and liquid

- she kept her promise from day one

- of course you have some good days and some bad, some worse than others but you never stopped trying and neither did alcina

- she loves you for you and that will never change

A/n: As a person who’s had anorexia and is still dealing with the aftermath, just know that it does get better, I have mainly good days but I still have my bad days. Just know that y’all are beautiful in your own way and know that if y’all relate to this that I’m sorry and that I love you. I’m always here for y’all <3 I hope to the person that requested this that I turned this into a head-cannons and I’m so sorry that this took so long. Remember that Christmas/winter requests are still open! And remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

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ajulisz · 2 years

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Someone is trying to sell pets to our Lady

Relationship type: You're Alcinas pet

MC Pronouns: They/Them

CW: Slavery (trade, chained - but not you), mention of death, mention of cannibalism, chocking, pet names, collar, some petting for you at the end because you deserve it :)

A/N: Do I still need to mention that you have a dom/sub dynamics outside the bedroom even after all this warnings?

*Althought me and my gf re-read this, good to remind that English is not our first language so there's still probably some typos*

With an eyebrow raise your Lady's eyes snapped from you to the merchant in front of her, it was normal this time of the year for some travelers to request meetings with her, normally she doesn't even look at them, too bored with fiddling with the strings of your collar or amusing herself with their fear to find anything of theirs interesting. But the bare mention of her pets always caused a reaction on her, a kind of possessiveness always took control.

- Hello my Lady, I'm a mere trader, I came from far away because I heard that your... pets, are the most behaved ones.

- Yes, they are. Go straight to the point, what do you have.

- Oh, simply other 'pets', I travel the world collecting and selling them to the best leaders.

She liked the flattering, the immortals trying their best, getting on their knees bowing and begging her for the mercy that only she could concede because it was genuine coming from their fear and admiration. But adulation was out of question, and it was the first and last strike to make her lose interest.

Making them believe that she still cares was simply a fun way to keep them in line while crushing their hope and making it seem like it was their fault.

- Is that so? Why don't you show me then, let me see what you have.

From the chain in the merchants hand he pulled four men in front of him, hitting them on the knees to make them stay on the floor. Moving around he started to point to what clearly once was a muscular man, now was malnourished and had an ugly face which made the Lady's insides move with disgust.

- This is one of my strongest, he-

- Oh please, show me the women and the non binaries, not the men. And let me be the judge, no need for your stained percipience.

With a flush on his face he tugged again with his chain bringing three other people on their knees.

-Yes, I'm sorry my lady. These are the ones that I have.

Your mistress eyes slowly scanned their bodies, not only the men but all the other where in a clearly state of bad care.

- Look at their faces, it looks skinnier than a healthy person should, what kind of master are you?

You were put out of the picture when she was talking, sitting on the floor on the side of her chair like a dog would sit next to its owner.

You never cared to listen to the traders that came much less dared to speak without Dimitrescu's permission. It was how you were trained to do, "don't talk, don't move, don't look, sit still until I give you an order" and she tugged your collar which meant for you to get up.

- Do they know any tricks? Or at least are they obedient? Even my current pet, as you can see, is in a better shape than your strongest man.

The man's mouth opened to say something but he stopped at the moment she raised her eyebrow again with a glare. Your eyes were faithfully looking at her hands, just waiting for the minimum order that always seemed unnoticed to others "that's what makes it magical my pet, don't you think it's more enjoyable to see their shaking knees when you obey me without me using a single word? For them is like I took control of your mind, a fair warning that I could and will the same to them if it pleases me". The lady started speaking.

- You see... pets are mere reflexes of their owners, be a good owner and they will be a good pet, be a sharp owner and they will be submissive and agile. My pet is both of this things, they went through a rough training and made a lot of mistakes in the beginning, but you have to reward them for good behavior and provide their basic needs or they will stop obeying you at certain point... because they will be dead.

There it was, a different movement of hand when she started speaking and you got closer. Her hand was passing through your body tentatively, fingers and pointy nails poking the betweens of your ribbs and finally stopped around you neck.

- Isn't it better when they die for you? When you say just one word and, while they excitedly obey, you are able to see the life fading from their eyes and feel their pulse slowly stopping around your hands?

She said and looked deep in your eyes supporting her face on her hand on the chair arm while a smirk appeared and she started squeezing your neck.

The mans eyes got bigger, he was clearly scared but you couldn't even care enough about him or the others, all you could feel at the moment was your mistress full and overwhelming presence. The lack of air, the control she had on you, all of that made your head dizzy, your fingers slowly crawling up to hers, squeezing it, begging for more.

- I- I'm sorry my lady, it was not my intention to offend you. Bu-but my pets are really obedient, they're just like that because of the extensive travel-

- Shush

The Lady's eyes rolled in annoyance, she have forgotten that the man was still standing there, lost in your breathless lust sounds that kept her in a trance. She stopped holding your neck making you fall to your knees with the weakness and struggle of recovering the air that was denied to you and motioned for you to sit on the floor in front of her. Which you obeyed, crawling to your place.

- I do not see a world where your... slaves, would be a good suit for me, maybe try to make some other fool buy them because a thing in such state is not worth a penny.

- But my la-

- Goodbye.

Her hand slowly moved to your head, and she started scratching the behind of your ear which meant that you could relax, you backed a bit and rested your head on her leg with a satisfied smile and closing your eyes when she got back to petting the top of your head for her own comfort giving a tired sigh.

- Man things get even more imbecile with the years, don't you think little one? Girls! Come here!

A smoke of flies took the whole space around you and your mistress, making three heads peak out of it.

- Yes mother?

- In our path there will be a group of humans, you may hunt and kill the leader but bring back the chained ones, put them in the maids wing, ask the maids to provide them food, water and call Monique so she can attend to their medical needs.

- Consider it done mother.

The girls said giggling and flying to the exit in the same direction of the man which made you open your eyes and you look up at your mistress with a questioning face

- Oh please sweet thing, don't look at me like that, did I not promise you that I would not dispose of you? There ain't no way that Mistress is going to train a human again, too much trouble when I have you in a perfect shape, but at least the girls can have a feast in some months and we can produce new scarecrows for the vineyard with them.

#lady dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu imagine #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x maiden #alcina dimitrescu imagine #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina x maiden #alcina x reader #alcina x y/n #alcina dimitrescu x maiden

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muffinsin · 4 months

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At last starting out on Cassie’s part in this! ;)

Bela’s part can be found HERE

Let’s get into it! ;)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

You bite your own lip in anger as you stare at Cassandra in front of you, a pout on her lips, her hand dangerously close to the glass on the table.

“Pay attention to me!”, she demands. You could roll your eyes at your little brat.

“Cassandra, I’m working. I’ll play with you after”, you reassure. She has none of it.

You gasp as she moves her hand, promptly knocking the glass off the table.

She eyes you, excitement bubbling within her. You don’t grant her the satisfaction of a reaction.

With golden eyes set on you, the brat then moves on to the second glass. “Cassandra-“, you attempt to stop her, but the glass is already knocked of the table.

She smirks, as if impressed with herself. Now you are paying attention to her!

You grow furious at the brat when her hand moves to a vase standing on the table. “Cassandra!”, you yell when she moves it a little. The brunette giggles at this.

“Ohohhhh, so scary!”, she crackles, her eyes shining with excitement. This is so much better than torturing the prisoners!, she thinks.

You feel your hands and eye twitching in anger when she pushes the vase closer to the table edge.

“Cassandra!”

You leap for it, hoping to catch the expensive pottery, but it’s no use. By the time you make it to her, Cassandra is crackling with laughter and the vase is on the ground.

She gasps when her jaw is grabbed tightly and you pull her against you. You practically see the arousal and excitement in her eyes.

“You filthy little brat!”, you curse. Cassandra giggles, her hand reaching for another glass. You grip her wrist tightly and pull it from the table.

“Oh come o-OAH!”, she shrieks when you suddenly push her harshly against the table edge, your hand pushing down on her back, right between her shoulder blades, and forcing her to bend over.

“What are you doing?!”, she gasps when her dress is lifted. She blushes hotly with embarrassment as her panties are revealed.

This is such a compromising situation…in public no less!

“What I’m doing, is putting an entitled little brat in her place”, you snarl. She feels you use your belt to tie her wrists behind her back and squirms as her black, thin panties are tugged up.

“You’ve been an insufferable brat today, Cassandra”, you curse. She shrieks when a harsh slap is delivered on her ass cheeks, bared due to the tugged and stretched panties.

Her arms yerk forwards, as if to reach to her face and stifle her moans. Never have you done such a thing to her in public! Any maiden could enter the dining hall and her reputation would be ruined!- her sisters could! God bless, her mother could!

You chuckle as you notice her squirms when she bites her lip. “Aww, don’t you want people to discover what a filthy brat you are, Lady Cassandra?”, you coo. Her pussy drools as her name is said, her title laced with sarcasm and mockery.

“Let me help you, my brat. Not that you’d deserve any help”, you coo.

She watches you reach forwards, her thighs spreading when it causes your bulge to rub up right against her thick ass. She mewls below you, squirming and attempting to get her tied hands on you.

“MGHM! Mgm’ey!”, she attempts to shriek upon having an apple you plucked from the fruit platter shoved into her mouth. It works as a relatively effective gag, although you can see the brunette’s fangs already pushing in and daring to split it in half.

It will not last long.

Cassandra shrieks at another slap to her ass, and another.

Another below, on her thick thighs. She groans and turns her head paranoid. What if someone was to discover them?!

You coo at her, delivering yet another loud smack to her behind.

“What is it, you poor thing? Afraid someone will walk in on the big, bad Cassandra Dimitrescu being punished like the little, entitled brat she is? Maybe it’ll serve as a lesson regarding manners and behaviour”, you coo. She growls, but this quickly turns into another whimper and whine as you spank her again.

She gasps when her panties are tugged again- wetness drools at their sides. She knows she’s soaked from the rough and mean treatment she’s receiving from you, and you know too. With proof, now.

You tsk at her, playfully dragging your fingertip against her soaked slit. She whimpers sweetly against the apple occupying her mouth.

“You’re dripping, Cassie”, you coo. She’s glad to be facing away from you, a warm blush taking over her entire face and the tip of her ears.

She whimpers as you stroke your fingertip along her slit, teasing. When you dip it against her clit, her hips buck adorably.

You notice her tug against the belt, and snicker. She’s in no position of power now, and the little brat knows it. Knows it, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

Cassandra squirms when you tease her, fingers sliding against her soaked slit, her arousal apparent.

“Would you look at that”, you fake gasp, relishing in her moan when you push a finger inside her wet pussy.

“Someone likes this, hm?”, you coo. She squirms helplessly, moaning into the apple as your single finger thrusts. A shriek is heard when her ass is slapped again, and she clenches around you.

“My, Cassie. I know you like pain, but must you make it this obvious?”, you scold teasingly. “People might mistake you for a little painslut if you keep this up”

Her head feels dizzy, overwhelmed with her own arousal. She squirms beautifully on the table, her thighs soft and warm, her pussy even more so.

Another slap against her ass. You enjoy the contrast of the red on her cheeks to the rest of her pale skin.

And another.

Cassandra feels dizzy by the fifth one. Her flesh is on fire, and she loves it.

The bratty thing moans into her makeshift gag helplessly, her arousal so clear, her hips grinding as though to feel more of your finger inside of her. You know your girlfriend will not be able to get off with a mere one, no matter how hard the poor thing tries.

“Come on now, before you drool all over your mother’s desk, Lady Cassandra”, you tease playfully, grabbing her by the belt around her wrists.

She is pulled up and shrieks as you pull her along, one hand on the belt while also keeping her dress lifted. Her naughty, lace panties do a poor job of covering her, and drool runs down her chin.

The thought of being discovered this way is both humiliating and arousing to her, yet she tugs wildly and whimpers helplessly all the way until you at last reach her room.

Cassandra gasps and attempts to curse the moment the apple is taken from her, yet is quietened when instead she feels your fingers pushing down on her tongue.

Including the one used to fuck her.

She hums and moans eagerly, hips grinding yet again. She sucks your fingers greedily, eyes closed and focused on her task.

You chuckle at her, and Cassandra feels herself being guided away from the closed door.

“You know, I’ve had some delicious plans with you, Cass”, you reveal. She grunts and gasps displeased when you push down on her shoulders roughly, promptly making her fall to her knees.

When you walk over to the closet, she looks at you eagerly.

Golden eyes widen as you take out a paddle, black and wide, capable of not only pleasuring her, but making her feel torn in two and set aflame.

She yearns to feel this one against her ass cheeks, slapping and bruising her skin as you discipline her. The thought almost makes her want to misbehave again.

Her eyes glisten with excitement when you set it down on the bed.

“However,…”, you state, digging through the drawer yet again.

“Of course, my slut just had to act out and be a little brat”

Golden eyes follow your arm, and as she sets her eyes on the leash and collar you’re holding, she gasps.

“Absolutely not!”, she shrieks, her arms tugging and knees pushing. You grip her shoulder tightly to keep her from standing up and smirk at the naughty excitement in her eyes.

“Don’t you know that little brats must be punished? Perhaps think of that before becoming one”, you scold.

She hisses when you grip a handful of brunette hair tightly, pulling and tipping her head back. She’s never been this wet.

“Now be a good little brat and let me leash you”

Cassandra feels as though she can cum from this alone.

She whimpers and moans, tied hands tugging with the urge to reach forwards and grab. She feels you remove her normal choker gently, instead clasp a collar on her that connects to a leash.

She gasps breathlessly when the leash is tugged and she falls forwards, caught merely by your grip on her jaw. “Are you going to behave now, you naughty thing?”

She presses her thighs together subtly, eyes darting to the paddle resting on the bed. You know what she wants.

“Do you seriously think you’ve been behaving well enough for that, Cass?”

No, instead she watches as you take another toy out- a slightly smaller dildo, yet long with a thick base and a suction function at the base, as well as some lube.

Led by the leash and cuffed by the belt, she follows you to the desk in her room. “We’re going to see if you can keep these manners up, darling”

She merely bites her lip in return, watching as you clear the desk of papers, weapons and pencils.

You don’t need to demand her to undress, instead smile satisfied when she easily swarms out of her dress, left only in the collar, leash, and the belt slung around her wrists.

Golden eyes watch eagerly when the toy it set on the desk, and a tongue darts out to lick dark painted lips.

“Get on there”

Cassandra giggles, and does so eagerly. She’s so needy, she’s overly eager to have something inside of her.

When her naked form straddles the toy, and its thick tip pushes against her soaked entrance, she realizes it might be larger than she first anticipated.

A tug on the leash has her attention back on you.

“Go on, then”, you demand lightly. She’s blushing sweetly, the brat in her tamed for the time being.

Cassandra moans as she is pushed down, the toy moving inside of her smoothly. She feels warm with it inside, her nipples hard and eyes closing for a moment.

“Now, bounce on it like a bunny”

Your whispered words make her golden eyes snap open, a small whimper slipping past her lips to betray her arousal even more.

She does as she is told, moaning and gasping as she rocks her hips and moves up and down on the toy, riding it like- for once- a good girl.

Her head is thrown back soon, her lips parted as she moans and pants for you.

For a while, you watch the pretty thing ruin herself for you. Her beautiful, smooth back arched, her nipples erect and standing for you, shivers breaking out on her pale skin.

“I-I need…!”, she gasps, her hips grinding up and down eagerly. Each time the toy moves within her, you hear the squelching sound coming from her went cunt.

“Shush, you don’t need a thing you aren’t given”, you answer strictly, cupping the whimpering woman’s breasts eagerly.

The more you grope and pull, knead and rub, the harder it is for her to hold back. She feels completely helpless and needy, her lips parted as she moans nonstop.

“A-AAH! Yes!”, she groans once she angles her hips just right. It’s such a delight to watch her, yet it feels like your patience is being tested- how much longer can you truly watch her ride the toy without taking her and ramming yourself into her?

As Cassandra gets closer, you notice her entire body becoming more sensitive. Simple brushes against her clit have the woman throw back her head, simple tugs on her nipples make her cry out her pleasure.

She moans as the leash is tugged again, hard, with the intention to yank her forwards yet again. She feels your lips on hers, your hands on her hips.

You guide her with your hands, encouraging a faster and rougher pace as she rides and gets closer to orgasm with each passing moment.

Her lips are warm against yours, her tongue easily dominated by yours in her hazed and submissive state.

You grin just as she feels herself get close, and watch her body language carefully.

Just as her legs shake uncontrollably, her hips twitch and her eyebrows furrow, you grip her hips tight enough to stop her movement. The leash is tugged and held tight.

The brunette gasps and whimpers, shrieks and curses, but you do not give in.

“You’ve been such a brat today, do you think you’ve still got the privilege to cum? No, my sweet bunny. But perhaps you can earn it back…”

Cassandra is momentarily stunned into silence, words taken as she is attempting to process being dominated, edged, teased and humiliated all at once.

She gasps, however, at another tug of the leash that has her fall forwards into your arms, and whimpers when she is already dragged from the table again.

With the dildo situation on the floor, she knows to once again sink down on it. Still, pleasure hits her at the mere sensation of the tip sliding back in, so that she already feels eager to cum again, despite your words.

Eager to earn back her privilege to cum, she opens her mouth the moment you allow your uniform to hit the floor.

As though tugging her by her body and hair wasn’t humiliating enough, you opt for using the leash to bring the brunette close between your legs.

You feel her blush against your thigh as she leans against it, beautiful, golden eyes looking up at you.

“Be good. Don’t bite”, you remind her as you catch the deviousness in those beautiful orbs.

Then, at last, you feel her wet mouth around you. Cassandra is all but slow with you, her lips wrapped tightly around you, her mouth closed.

She’s visibly enjoying herself as she begins to ride the toy within her yet again, only to imagine it’s you she’s riding this time. “Mghmmm”, she moans hotly, her tongue swirling around your warm cock.

Her hums send vibrations from your cock all the way up your spine and have you shiver as you groan from the pleasure given. Cassandra is overly aware of the leash held tightly in her hand.

“G-God, yes…”, you groan, your other hand coming up to cup the back of her head. She hums again, a smile forming on her lips at the reactions she is able to draw from you.

Her cunt grinds down against the toy eagerly, her moans muffled against your cock. She’s taking it deep inside of her, and feels how it fills her just right.

You’re feeling hot all over, the ticklish, bubbly feeling in your lower stomach all to familiar to you.

You feel her teeth drag against you teasingly, sharp and hard against your sensitive skin.

You give the leash a tug and grip her hair tightly, command enough to put the woman back in her place.

“Mghmm, mgGHM!”

Gags and muffled moans emit from her as the leash is tugged again and you slip fully inside, down her throat. You feel the collar on her, just how tight it sits on her neck.

She too, rides the toy desperately. Perhaps, she thinks, if only you’re too focused on your own orgasm, she can sneak one of her own!

“G-Good girl, mo-Ah! More!”

Her eyes shut as you thrust your hips forwards, your cock pushing down her throat and fucking it raw.

Cassandra moans as she too nears the edge, tears forming at her eyes as you make use of her tight throat.

Your balls slap against her chin roughly with every thrust into her mouth, and each time you pull out even slightly, you’re covered in more and more of her drool.

She needs only a little more-

She feels so close, so close! And your eyes are closed! Surely you can’t deny her this one!

Cassandra’s hips thrust wildly, her throat tightening around your cock every few moments.

Just when she feels so good and close again, she feels your thigh sling across her shoulder.

The new angle restraints her movement yet again, merely have her sink down on the dildo and deny her to ride it any longer. Additionally, this grants you to thrust deeper into her throat.

You feel white dots cover your vision for a moment, then scream your orgasm too.

Cassandra groans and whimpers as cum is shot down her throat, more and more until you’re done and pull yourself out. Cum and drool sticks to her mouth as well as your cock.

“My, and just when I thought you started to behave, my bunny. Maybe I will just need to punish you some more~”

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #🇳🇱 dutch anon

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hellshire-harlot · 1 year

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What your Resident Evil Village Crush says about you

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

You’re either a basic guy or a sapphic individual, and you really need a hug, preferably by a maternal figure.

Bela Dimitrescu

You’re an oldest daughter who has all the responsibilities shoved onto you by your parents and you probably listen to Melanie Martinez religiously.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You have unchecked levels of violence contained within you, and you generally go unnoticed because you’re the quiet person. Also probably Transfem.

Daniella Dimitrescu

You’re either a younger brother or an older sister and romanticize literally everything because if you don’t you’ll go insane. Your favorite aesthetic is gothic academia.

Lady Donna Beneviento

You just want to give her the love she deserves, also probably introverted, and if you’re feminine aligned, definitely like Cottagecore. You listen to Evanescence unironically and wish she had more screen time.

Angie Beneviento

You’re absolutely chaotic and want to cause problems on purpose. Also probably Objectum and/or alterhuman in some way.

Lord Salvatore Moreau

You like sad guys and have said the phrase “I could fix him”/“I could make him worse” unironically. You also have at least one foot in the monsterfucking community.

Lord Karl Heisenberg

You are also filled with rage, but specifically at authority figures who have abused you. You want to hurt people and you aren’t afraid to admit it. You also are so incredibly kinky and want him to use his powers on you one way or another, and many of you are the most pathetic transmasc pillow princes I’ve ever seen lmao. Also probably a Wintersberg shipper. Canon doesn’t exist if you don’t look at it.

Mother Miranda

How’s that religious trauma treating you?

Ethan Winters

You call him your poor little meow meow and make all the jokes about how fucked up he is. You either ship him with Karl and hate Mia with a passion, ship him with Mia and defend their relationship, or a secret third thing (Mithanberg). You love body horror and wish Capcom had explored it more in the games.

The Duke

You like larger individuals and love the charm he has. You probably stayed near his caravan just because you liked hearing him talk. You read all the stories about him giving the Winterses therapy.

Mia Winters

You viciously defend her against the people who think she’s evil but also recognize her flaws. You like to imagine how she must have felt while imprisoned and think she would have made a better protagonist than Ethan.

(Adult!) Rosemary Winters

You love girlboss characters and cried during the entirety of Shadows of Rose. You’re a sucker for rebellious high school romances and also enjoy characters such as Eleanor Lamb and/or Cheryl Mason.

Chris Redfield

You just love watching him get progressively worse in every game and honestly I can respect that.

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Inefable plan

Part 1.

Bela Dimitrescu x g!p reader

This was not the plan.

Your father was a Carpenter and your mother a baker. With a tense relationship because of you existence, not quite a boy not quite a girl, the only reason that you were alive was because of your mother. Your dear mother that teach you how to read, write and count as best she could.

When you were old enough you started making errands to gain some money. You gave it to your mother but she refused instead she take you to the Duke were you bought books eager to be better.

You wish was to help your parents business to thrive. You did, your family got more money.

And your father spend it all in booze and gambling, until he tragically died one night that he was walking drunk as hell, Lycan attack was the verdict.

(You swear that the injury is his neck looked far too clean to be a Lycan even if his body was clawed apart)

Things got better with just your mother and you, until her bakery was burned by a jealous neighbor.

(That also died by a Lycan attack barely a week after)

More work to do but you two keep hopeful. Until she got sick, your savings keep you afloat but the medicine was too expensive.

So you made the decision to work in the dimitrescu castle, of all the lords lady dimitrescu was the one to pay the most and always had open vacants.

The plan was to work hard, stay away from trouble and after the three years agreed in the contract, you will be free.

(You try to don't think about how few have succeeded at that)

The Duke will send your mother medicine and prepared food as she was too weak too cook. You payed extra for that knowing that he always keeps his deals.

Stay away from the dimitrescu daughters. They were monsters, mutants, cold blooded killers behind their pretty faces, incapable of feeling. That was you thought until two events made you see them in other light.

First, you see Lady Daniela crying at the feet of one maid in a secluded room.

"YOU SAY YOU LOVED ME!"

"You were just a good fuck, did you really think somebody could love any of you?"

Daniela just cried harder, heartbroken, she looked so small so human.

"How delu-AGH"

"How stupid"

In what moment the other two had came?. The middle daughter had grabbed the maid's hair and quickly she was carrying her away.

"Dani" The oldest said hugging the crying redhead.

"Unlovable, unlovable, unlovable"

"She lied to you, nothing she said is true" her voice was soft,you can see the sadness in her eyes at the words of her sister, her little sister.

You don't wanted to interrupt or get in trouble so you walked away, the sobs of the youngest daughter hiding your steps.

You noticed how she stayed in the library for a while. Ignoring the maids, just going out after her sisters or mother request.

You couldn't help yourself, picking a book that you known well and when was your turn to clean the library, you walked to her. She was reading in silence so different from the energetic girl you met.

"I think that story is pretty depressing"

She looked at you distrust and curiosity in her eyes.

"I prefer this one, made my bad days better" you handed your favorite book with some embarrassment, it was a little tattered, nothing like the majestic books in the library but it was yours. " Tell me what you think after you finished, lady Daniela."

She took the book nodding without words

The next time that it was you turn to clean the library, she ran at you talking excitedly.

"I had never read this! It was amazing! The coobler was so sweet! And the prince was such an ashole"

She was a ball of energy again.

"I know right? I was cheering every time the princess knocked his ego, after all the shitty ways he hurt her sister was well deserved, I almost pass out laughing when he fell in the stable direct in the horse shit"

"Me too!"

After that every time that you have duties in the library she will talk about some of her favorite stories and you will tell her yours. You feel the vigilant eyes of her sisters when they choose to hang out in the library with her. But you don't feel fear, they were worried about her and you don't wanted to hurt her, so you were fine.

The second event was when lady Cassandra was hunting outside taking longer because the lady of the house was in a meeting.

The temperature was dropping fast. You were thankful to be in the living room were the fireplace was the biggest.

Lady Bela appeared suddenly and pointed at you, a heavy coat In her shoulders.

" Make sure the fire keep burning less motive for me to cut your head"

You gulp and nod, moving to get more wood.

Later you hear the door open, anger and worry covering her face

You hear the door open with violence, Bela is supporting Cassandra weight.

"You irresponsable idiot, you are freezing"

"It's wasn't that cold before!"

"Then you should have been here before! You know better Cassandra!"

"There was a bear with white fur! And now the damn Lycans will be eating it!"

You put more wood until you feel like a roasted chicken, both sisters sit in front of the fireplace still bickering.

"Get lost"

You obey. But when the storm outside grow stronger later you came back worried that the wood wouldn't be enough.

The door was slightly open, you can hear quiet sobs coming from inside.

"She is here, she is alive, stop crying." the blonde was repeating that words to herself, hugging the fearsome huntress like a teddy bear.

How worried had she been?

You remember how scared you were after your father death, worried sick when your mom took longer to come home, the fear that she will never return haunted you.

The first letter that she send was after a month of working at the castle, meaning that she had gotten some of her strength, meaning that she was getting better, you holded it close to your chest murmuring "she is alive, she is okay, don't cry idiot".

You knocked. You heard some shuffling and her raspy voice.

"What?"

" The storm is worsening my lady, I was worried that the wood wouldn't be enough"

"Enter"

You walked pretending to don't notice her ruined make up. You feed the fire and put the rest aside.

You sneak a look Cassandra was cuddled at Bela front, the heavy coat was over her.

Walking to next room, you picked a blanket a some pillows, going back knocked again

"Now what?"

"I bring you pillows, my lady, I don't think the floor is the most comfortable place to laid"

"Why I should care about what you think?... Enter, be quick."

You do as she said, putting the pillows close to her and the blanket in her shoulders. With that done you go back to your room to sleep.

You don't notice her eyes following you.

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So it was all a lie? #2

You can read part 1 here

TW MENTIONS OF MANIPULATION. LOTS OF HEARTBREAK

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The sun was setting by the time Alcina finished her meeting with Mother Miranda. As usual, she had been left with a heavy headache that begged her to take a very well deserved five-minute break accompanied by her trusty wine bottle.

As she stands next to the window taking small sips from her goblet filled to the brim and enjoying the last of the sunlight on her skin, her thoughts drift once again towards you. The maid that was always a bit too rough, she recalls, always harsh but determinate and efficient nonetheless. Alcina had seen the fire behind those deep eyes of yours, your willingness to keep fighting no matter the obstacle; you had proven since the moment you were brought to the castle that you would not back down, even if it costs your life. Danger means nothing to you, and Alcina to this day isn’t sure if that was because the life you had before joining her staff left terrible scars on you, or you simply were too tired to care. Either way, she saw you as a challenge the moment you set foot in her castle.

How long would it take to break that spirit, she had wondered?

Honestly, that was probably her first misstep, an error in her calculating mind. The consequences of her actions hadn’t even registered in her brain until much later, when in a rather inconvenient way she found out that your company wasn’t all that bad.

Then again, it was her doing that let Miranda know of that resilience of yours, and Alcina can recognize that mistake. In her defense, your “three-month-trial” had just finished, and the Lady was impressed by your work, so much in fact that she couldn’t help but to carelessly thank the goddess for the quality batch of maidens that was delivered to her.

Now she can’t help but think that she should have known better.

Many things had happened since that moment, around two years ago, when Miranda ordered her to keep an eye on you to make sure you’d be prepared for the day Eva would be back among the living. Perhaps if Alcina had known back then what would become of her at your mercy, things would have happened differently.

She was hoping to keep you safe from the crow goddess’ beak for a little longer, to have enough time for herself to toy with you before regrettably handing you to your fate, but alas, Miranda’s orders were final.

The Lady wouldn’t admit it, but it took her more time and effort to gain your trust than with any other maid in her many years of existence, and no, Alcina knew you weren’t playing hard to get, but rather you were genuinely wary of every person that tried to approach you. It almost made her feel bad for taking advantage of that weakness you showed in front of her.

After that turbulent start, it had been so easy for Alcina to have you do her bidding with nothing but a flick of her wrist and a single smile. Even more was her delight to know that you had blindly fallen for her charms despite everyone else trying and failing to gain your favor. She was so pleased to have you go through the countless -and quite painful- procedures to become the perfect vessel without letting out so much as a peep if she ordered so. Alcina knew the power she had over you and at first, it was perfect, funny even.

Until it wasn’t.

The landscape soon enough becomes dark when the sun fully settles, and as Alcina is pouring herself a second serving of Sanguis Virginis, a knocking on the door reaches her ears before her eldest daughter comes in through bearing a worrisome expression.

The glass of the goblet shatters against the floorboards as Alcina’s eyes fall onto the very familiar, very torn and way too bloodied jacket dangling from Bela’s hand.

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It’s not unusual for maids to try to escape Castle Dimitrescu and the horrors inside it.

You’re not sure when or how the rumor of the supposed exit started, or even how the info kept its strength until today, because to your knowledge, there hasn’t been a single person that managed to successfully escape. Daniela always makes sure to brag about how she always catches them before they can get too far.

For all you know, the daughters might as well be the ones to have spread that rumor among the maids, although if it was intended for their own amusement or if held any truth, you don’t know.

So far, you don’t think you’ve advanced much, with the complicated turns and dead-ends in the cellar-slash-dungeon only leading you to get lost, by now you wouldn’t be able to return even if you wanted to. You don’t even care anymore, as now anything is better than to keep yourself trapped in the castle with her roaming around.

Oh how you always looked forward to see her around every corner. You yearned to smell her perfume around you, to have her scent mixed with yours, to have her arms surrounding you… and now, all you feel when thinking about her is visceral betrayal, a hurting so intense that is asphyxiating.

But above all, disappointment clutches at your heart…

Alcina Dimitrescu, the very same woman you loved was nothing but the monster everyone said she was.

The blood drinking, the unnecessary –sometimes unsanitary– murders, the fact that she and her daughters aren’t humans, all of that were things you could look past. But knowing, having heard from her very own lips and voice, that you were just a game to her, that all of the paradise she made you live was nothing but her way to mock you, to keep you in line… that is what hurts, and that is what you can’t forgive.

You knew her to be cruel, you knew her to be dangerous and unpredictable, you knew since the moment you met her to keep your distance from that wretched family and yet… she had seemed so genuine, so…real.

It’s difficult to accept that all of the effort Alcina put in her façade was only to reach her goal, but deep down (even if everything you learned about her is a lie), you know her enough to be sure that if the Lady wants something she’ll go on and beyond to achieve it.

To think that you believed her when she so adoringly said she loved you. That you completed her and made her feel human again… that she felt a warmth with you she thought long forgotten. You believed in the fire of her kisses, the desire in her eyes, the tenderness of her touch. Even now, your heart has trouble seeing the truth, and it hurts because you can’t bring yourself to stop loving her, not after she made you feel understood, not after you so blinded by love showed her your most vulnerable side and deepest secrets. You know that you will fall victim again to her charms if you see her, and that is why you need to escape.

Now that you think of it, you could have prepared better for the dangerous trip, maybe stopping at the armory could have helped. Then again, the last thing you wanted was to spend another second in the castle where you could easily stumble upon any of them. At least you had the prudence to pick up a knife from the kitchen before venturing downstairs…

Your heart clenches in your chest at the memories of the woman you love flooding your mind, but pinching your forearm forces yourself to keep focused.

Alcina really did a number on you…

Somehow knowing that you were only meant to be the new body for Mother Miranda’s long dead baby isn’t surprising. It makes sense, you guess, it gives an answer as to what was the thing that made you special enough to keep around for so long instead of being murdered in cold blood for your transgressions against the Ladies of the castle.

Mentally you curse the person who designed the so poorly lit dungeon tunnels for making them so complicated. Not to mention the moroaica infestation that makes it even harder to advance further. They already welcomed warmly you as soon as you descended the stairs and somehow managed to take your jacket.

Somewhere in your mind you vaguely remember Alcina mentioning something about them once being failed experiments, and it’s now that it clicks, the so aforementioned health appointments Alcina made you endure and the new info provided by the conversation you overheard earlier…. If any of those procedures had gone wrong, you could have ended up as another member of the undead maidens roaming in the cellar.

The grip you hold on the stolen knife tightens.

Everything you had, everything you were, you gave it all to Alcina.

Your blood, body… and eventually your heart, all of it you had offered on a silver platter and all of it she took greedily.

Something splashes behind you, but whatever it is remains unknown, for the light doesn’t reach this far deep.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The seconds run on the gold watch on your wrist (a present from Alcina, for the anniversary of your first year together) and make you wonder how long you have left before any of the daughters comes to get you.

Several growls can be heard approaching far too quick for your liking, and the knife on your hand feels slippery thanks to the sweat on your palm.

You were always strong, determined and stubborn, and with Alcina by your side, you felt almost invincible.

Right now though, with your heart broken and your body weak from crying and fighting, you feel too tired to keep moving, and suddenly the idea of surrendering to the moroaica’s swords doesn’t sound all that bad.

You just hope your girls don’t find your body until much, much later, when the incoming horde of undead women finish with you…

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Anonymous: What do you think the RE8 ladies insecurities are? And how would they react if they were going through a moment of being insecure?

Ooh, interesting! Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

I don’t think she’s too insecure about her size (She uses it to her advantage and she feels she can protect her daughters because of this.)

I do think that when she’s not trying to hunt, she gets a bit insecure over her claws. That’s why she wears those leather gloves, in my opinion.

Perhaps she feels bad about the scar on her head from the cadou? (I don’t think it has been officially confirmed, but there is speculation as to that being the reason why she wears the hat.)

Alcina is a very outwardly emotional person, but when it comes to deep self-loathing… She won’t show that to anyone.

She commands respect, but when she’s alone, she sometimes weeps and remembers what life was like before being forced to live with the cadou.

Donna:

Obviously, Donna is insecure about her face and that’s why she wears the veil. But I think there might be more to unpack there.

What if Donna’s sister, Bernadette, who died due to Miranda’s experimentation, was the golden child in her family? The one who could do no wrong? Donna was the less-desired child and was repeatedly scolded. Even more so after Bernadette’s death, until she started to shut down around others.

Maybe that’s why Donna is so shy, along with the cadou scar she’s trying to hide.

We also know that she rarely speaks. Maybe she hates the sound of her own voice.

Whatever the case, Donna has a lot of deeply rooted insecurities. She keeps it to herself, however, unable to voice how she truly feels.

Miranda:

Miranda gives off an air of confidence. To her, people are merely tools to be used and then thrown away.

It’s difficult to see her as someone with insecurities, but I think we have all of the proof we need to see what they are directly from the game.

I think Miranda feels guilty that she was unable to save Eva. Maybe the reason she’s so determined to get her back is so that she can be a better mother to her.

Maybe Miranda was so busy with her work as a biologist, that she neglected Eva when she was still alive.

This is Miranda’s way to prove to herself that she’s a good mother. Her redemption.

Miranda would rather die than confide this to anyone. It’s her deepest shame, even after all of the horrible acts she has committed.

Bela:

Bela is the eldest Dimitrescu daughter. Heir to the Dimitrescu name.

She’s supposed to have her life all figured out. Follow in Alcina’s footsteps, act as her sisters’ keeper, help run the wine business.

But maybe she just feels like she’s not good enough.

She definitely suffers from imposter syndrome. She feels she doesn’t deserve what she’s been given and that she’s faking everything she does.

It’s a tough burden for her to carry. I think she would confide in Dani, though. Probably not Cassandra and only very rarely in her mother. She’s trying to make Alcina proud, after all. She can’t show her all of her flaws.

Bela most likely keeps a diary or journal to capture her thoughts and try to slow down her mind.

Cassandra:

Cass also exudes confidence. It’s just her personality… Or is it?

Maybe the reason she’s so competitive is because she constantly feels like she needs to prove herself?

Whether it be to gain acceptance from her sisters or mother, the outcome is pretty much the same either way. Maybe Cass actually has really poor self image and she tries to fool everybody into thinking the exact opposite?

She definitely won’t talk to her sisters about this and there’s the very slight chance she talks to Alcina about it. Maybe as she’s torturing prisoners, she tells them all of this, knowing they’ll be disposed of later, anyway.

This one’s a long shot, but there could be more here than meets the eye with our lovely Cassandra.

Daniela:

I think Daniela is so lovesick (Without even having anybody to love).

I think she sees romantic relationships as a way for her to prove she’s good enough. For someone else to see that she’s worthy.

Dani doesn’t get a lot of social interaction within the castle (Except with people she’s hunting).

She needs someone else to see something of value within her.

She probably worries that people won’t like her real personality so she tries to play it off by being overly seductive and unmercifully teasing.

Dani might feel more comfortable talking with Cass about this rather than Bela. Dani sees Bela as this shining pillar of perfection… That might intimidate her a little bit.

Dani is probably the most willing to share her feelings out of the sisters.

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Peace

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

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Word count: 485

"Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?"

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Donna was used to being alone, ever since she was a kid no one wanted to play with her. It was always because she was too quiet, too weird. Even the adults wouldn't talk to her, believing she was ill.

After a few years Donna started to believe them, becoming even more secluded.

When her parents died she was the same, alone. Yes they loved her, but how could she believe in love if all she's ever heard was how unlovable she was.

Mother Miranda's proposal didn't come as hope like it did for Lady Dimitrescu, at least not the hope to live. But she did survive, with immeasurable trauma.

Donna's depression and anxiety got worse as her abilities developed, soon enough she was consumed by emotions.

You came into the doll maker's life as the sun to a sunflower, both started to need the other, never being apart.

However, Donna saw you as a butterfly trapped in a spider's net. You shouldn't be with her when all she brings is pain, she would never be able to bring you peace. She wasn't worth it.

One day, after an afternoon tea at the Castle, Donna thought of letting you go.

She gave you the same speech she's heard her entire life. She was too weird, too quiet, you deserved better, you deserve peace.

Of course you didn't leave, instead you simply told her "no" and kept walking the path to her house. The lady tried to argue but you didn't listen and you never would. You knew where she was coming from, you've helped her through many crises and nightmares to not know when her insecurities were speaking.

So, when both arrived at the house, you held her hand and led her to the office. Put on a movie, gave Angie some leftover candy and laid down with the doll maker.

She was silent at first, but eventually asked "why?".

And you looked at her, with sparks in your eyes and a smile on your face. You told her how she makes you feel like a contest winner, how you love to cook with her and absolutely adore the gossip tea with the dolls. You made it clear how you were completely devoted to her.

But most of all, you explained what peace really meant.

Peace wasn't a constant state of silence. Peace was waking up by her side and being blessed with the most beautiful smile. It was cutting a finger and getting your gorgeous girlfriend to give you a band-aid. It was feeling her touch, hearing her voice, looking into her eyes.

Peace wasn't the absence of chaos, it was loving it. Because you loved her, there were obviously some bad moments but you loved her.

She could never give you peace because she already did. The moment Donna allowed you into her life, that was when you truly felt at peace.

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The Light Bringer Helps a Lady Drown Her Sorrows

Lucifer Morningstar (Sandman)/Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil)

Author’s Note: I adored Gwen’s Lucifer but never thought I’d write them because I couldn’t picture a satisfying dynamic. Well, I formed a picture, and turns out, it’s the sort of picture your mom tapes to the fridge in support of your fragile ego. The sort of scribble that makes mom’s friends wonder if mom’s kid is alright. I can only apologize for this finger painted hellscape.

Warnings: Uh, wing kink? Tentacle interest? Unexpected cock in the bagging area? True form sex? Aerial smut? Oh, and a small slaughter. If you trigger easily or just have a low tolerance for general tomfuckery; maybe set this one out?

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Lady Dimitrescu had come to this hotel bar to drown her sorrows after being harshly reprimanded by Mother Miranda. She was having a pity party for herself. She adored Mother Miranda. Her every wish was Alcina’s command, and she longed to receive the kind of lavish affection from her that Alcina doled out on her own daughters. She loved her daughters fiercely. They were second only in her mind to Mother Miranda herself, and she was not shy about showing them.

She came here angry and hurt. She could have easily enjoyed her drink at home, but she knew if she sat here long enough, she was sure to draw the attention of a worthless man thing sooner or later. And right now, she’d love nothing more than to take one of them home with her, and make his misery a welcome diversion from her own.

“If you’re in need of a surrogate parent, I could be your new daddy?” A velvety voice had leant down near her ear and whispered those ridiculous words to her. There it was, just like clockwork. “Listen to me you disgusting man thing, if you…” she stopped abruptly as she turned on her barstool to find the most ethereal creature she’d ever seen gazing at her with a mischievous grin on their face.

They were so exquisite; pale skin, blue eyes, and beautiful blonde curls. Alcina was left breathless. “My god.” The Light Bringer cocked an eyebrow and shrugged slightly, “I might have had ambitions once…you’re not so bad on the eyes yourself, Lady Dimitrescu.” Mind reading? Lady Dimitrescu had not imagined herself susceptible to telepathy…not from a stranger anyway. And she was sure she hadn’t introduced herself. “Come now, little lamb, we’re not strangers. Are we?”

“What?” she felt a little foggy and uncertain. It was bizarre. “You deserve better from your mommy dearest, my pet. Why don’t you let daddy kiss it and make it all better?” Their words dripped from their mouth in the most sensuous way. Alcina felt herself throbbing.

Luci led Alcina over to a corner booth near the piano and pulled her in. There was a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne on the table and a bottle of red in the particular vintage Alcina enjoyed. When she tasted the blood of a maiden mixed with the red wine she looked curiously at her companion.

“Don’t be coy dear,” Luci said, “what do you think of the hotel’s virtuoso?” they asked while gesturing to the pianist with their champagne flute. “He’s quite good, incredible actually…for a man thing.” Luci chuckled at the tone Alcina assumed when referring to men. “He should be good. He made a deal with me, unfortunately he was a little vague in the details and…” they gestured to the hotel.

“Oh well, his loss is our gain, cheers!” they toasted. The two sat and enjoyed Chopin. Alcina noticed Luci’s gaze on her body out of the corner of her eye. They were making an especially in depth appraisal of her bust line. “Like something you see?” Alcina purred at her companion, turning to them and placing a finger under their chin.

“I like all of it,” they returned before Alcina pulled them in for a kiss. The kiss deepened as Alcina ran her tongue in and around Luci’s mouth as they moaned. They ended up in a heavy petting session in the booth. The pianist looked a little uncomfortable as he noticed Luci scoot over and straddle the incredibly tall woman sitting next to them in the booth.

The barman came over after receiving a few complaints and bent down to interrupt the horny pair with, “Ahem, this is a hotel. There are rooms if you wish to continue in this manner.” They broke apart and Luci gave Alcina a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “Excuse me a moment, won’t you, sweetling?” “Of course.”

Luci watched as Alcina slipped out of the booth and made her way to the powder room. Luci chuckled to themselves as they saw Alcina wrap one large gloved hand over the mouth of the barman and pull him along with her. Luci finished their champagne while they waited on their companion to return.

When Alcina arrived back at the booth her eyes were shining and she was dabbing delicately at her lips. She bent down and licked into Luci’s mouth. Breaking the kiss she said, “Shall we step outside before we offend any more gentle constitutions?” Luci took her arm and they walked out of the bar. The make out session resumed before they made it outside, with Alcina having to lift Luci up into her arms for their kisses to continue as they walked.

They stumbled out of a side exit and into a dimly lit alleyway. Luci was trying their best to be the dominant one in their exchange but Alcina’s height was giving her the advantage. Luci resorted to unzipping Alcina’s dress all the way down her back and then tearing it off.

She was shocked to find herself standing in the alley in just heels and her lingerie. Alcina was not used to being man handled in this manner. She looked back at Luci after inspecting her own state of undress only to find them entirely nude except for a pair of knee high platform boots.

They were even more stunning, small but perky breasts and wonderfully curvy hips and thighs but Alcina was shocked by the 10 inch cock. Luci’s eyes shone in the dark along with a wicked grin on their face as they said, “I’m going to fuck you into the dirt, little lamb.” Alcina threw her head back and started to let out a hearty laugh at the nerve of her companion, but her laugh was cut off as she was tackled roughly to the ground.

She flushed with anger at being mostly nude in the dirty alleyway and started to give Luci a menacing look when she was rendered speechless as a large set of black leathery wings unfolded themselves from Luci’s back and flapped a few times above them as if stretching after being confined. Alcina was gawking at the wings as she felt Luci attacking her neck and chest with their lips and mouth.

They sucked and kissed down to Alcina’s breast before they lifted slightly and sliced the bra apart with “claws? They have claws?” She felt her nipple being engulfed in the warm wetness of their mouth as Luci’s hand dipped into her panties. Alcina reached up a touched the wing above her causing Luci to moan around her breast.

Alcina cocked an eyebrow at that response as she felt a finger piercing her opening. She moaned herself this time before reaching up and gently dragging her hand down as much of the length of Luci’s wing as she could manage. Luci let go of Alcina’s nipple with a small popping sound as they threw their head back an moaned at the wing contact. They looked at Alcina appearing slightly dazed.

“Sensitive, darling?” Alcina asked with a silky coo. Luci growled and sliced the side of her panties, ripping them to the side, and shoving their girth inside Alcina. It was her turn to throw her head back and moan. She reached up again but Luci pulled their wings back from their sides enough to put them just out of reach as they grabbed onto Alcina’s hips and pressed her down fucking her roughly into the dirt.

She moaned and thrashed her head back and forth at the merciless onslaught. It continued unchecked no matter how much she writhed beneath Luci. She felt her orgasm start to build and it sent her blood lust into high gear. She desperately wanted to cum and she desperately want to sink her teeth into her companion.

Luci smiled at the predatory look that came into Alcina’s eyes as she was pinned beneath them. Luci took one hand off Alcina’s hip and wrapped it around her throat frustrating her attempts to get at Luci with her mouth. Luci took pleasure in her frustration as they felt Alcina bucking up underneath them. Luci reached down and rubbed Alcina’s clit, while they enjoyed the way her breasts bounced with her bucking and writhing.

Alcina’s hips stuttered and she threw her head back groaning roughly as she came. The squeezing of Alcina’s cunt caused Luci to cum spilling their seed inside her and moaning as they collapsed onto Alcina’s breasts. Feeling Luci’s seed spread inside her caused Alcina to become frantic with blood lust. She pulled a limp Luci up her body and sank her teeth into their neck.

Alcina was taken on the wildest most bizarre trip of her life as Luci’s blood hit her mouth. She took in all of the cosmos and all of creation from the bang through several aeons to an all encompassing darkness as she felt herself falling into the dark.

She woke up after an unknown amount of time still lying in the alley with her head cradled in Luci’s lap. They were tracing gentle circles at her temple and smiling sweetly down at her. “What’s wrong little lamb was I too spicy?”

As the grogginess began to wear off and her head cleared, Alcina felt her blood zinging through her veins with an electric charge to it. Her breathing and her pulse skyrocketed and she felt herself beginning to change.

She pushed herself up, stumbling as she tried to stand, crashing into the wall and holding on as she bent double. She howled as her form began to slip. Luci stood up and smiled as they watched Alcina assume her true form. She went from a tall buxom raven haired beauty to a tentacle bedecked fiend in a cloud of black smoke. This new form snarled at Luci causing Luci to throw their head back and attempt to laugh with glee.

But this time it was their turn to be tackled…sort of. Alcina leapt at Luci and made contact but was caught off guard when Luci pushed up and flapped their wings taking flight and pulling Alcina up with them. They continued flapping furiously and ascending further while attempting to hold Alcina at bay by gripping tightly to two of the tentacles on her head.

They made it to just above the roof lines as Alcina made contact with a claw, tearing a cut down the center of one of Luci’s wings. Luci screamed first in pain, then in anger. Their eyes lit up with hunger of their own. Alcina released an ear splitting keening and her struggles caused them to veer and roll in the air.

As Alcina continued to claw at Luci and continued to try to get her mouth back to their neck. Luci returned the scratching, leaving open claw wounds on Alcina’s torso, before grabbing the mess of tentacles where her legs used to be and parting them until they found the pink throbbing cunt underneath. They grabbed Alcina’s arm and pulled themselves up her body before pressing up and shoving their cock back inside her.

This time the screech that came out of Alcina sent several dozen townspeople scrambling for shelter down below them. They didn’t know exactly what the ball of wings, tentacles, and naked flesh flying drunkenly above them and screaming like a banshee was but they thought it best to leave further investigation to someone else…someone with a very large gun perhaps.

Luci thrust into her a few more times and Alcina’s writhing caused them to veer sharply crashing into the side of a building. Luci used the leverage to continue to fuck into her causing Alcina to screech again and slam her fist into the wall behind them knocking a very large hole into it.

As Luci flapped their wing, Alcina reached forward and bit down onto it. Luci screamed in pain and in pleasure and they dropped down hitting a bench before landing in a heap of blood, wings, tentacles, and flesh on the pavement. Luci continued rutting into Alcina and they both came a second time. Luci emptying themselves inside Alcina again.

Alcina roughly pushed Luci off of her and to the side. She brought herself up with her arms, snarled, screeched, turned and fled away down the sidewalk. Luci stood and followed after her, going from entirely nude to clad in head to toe black patent leather in a single step. The blood and the tousled hair from their love making vanished as well and the Light Bringer was once again their immaculate self as they followed the sounds of terror looking for their lover.

They stepped inside a billard’s bar and almost collided with a frenzied patron who was attempting a hasty exit. Luci grabbed him by the throat. “Leaving so soon, my pet? I’ve only just arr…” The thought was rendered void by Alcina ripping his body roughly into the air before biting down onto his torso. Luci held only his newly severed head and neck. They tossed it carelessly over their shoulder.

They stood in their post coital contentment and listened to the symphony of screams, the running of feet, and the crashing and shattering of property as Alcina slaughtered everyone inside. She tore limbs from bodies, sliced heads off, tore flesh and consumed it, gulped large quantities of blood from stumps until not a soul remained but the pair of them.

Luci felt their eyes mist over with affection as they watched Alcina in the throes of a seemingly insatiable blood lust. They were beginning to develop a soft spot for this magnificent creature. With the decimation of the billiard hall and all it’s inhabitants complete. Alcina stood nude in the center of the room, breathing deeply, and swaying slightly. She reassumed her previous lady like appearance before swaying a final time, tipping backward, and falling. Luci rushed forward and cupped the back of her head stopping it from hitting the floor. They pulled Alcina’s head into their lap, cradling it again and drawing soothing circles at her temples with their fingertips. Their eyes were still glistening when they looked down at Alcina.

Alcina lay more fully sated than she could ever remember being as she gazed up into the exquisite beauty of the Light Bringer who was looking tenderly back at her. They whispered to her, “Little lamb, your mother is a fool if she fails to appreciate you. You truly are a thing of wonder. We really must do this again sometime.” They bent down and placed a sweet kiss to Alcina’s forehead and Alcina awoke nude in her own bed.

*edited because I misgendered the Light bringer like half a dozen times 😑and it was driving me crazy thinking about it 😵*

#my fic #the sandman #lucifer morningstar #alcina demitriscu #lady dimitrescu #re8 fic #sandman fic #smut #absolute nonsense #gwendoline christie

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maybeintimeyoullwanttobemine · 11 months

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Feeling Good (Lady Dimitrescu x Fem reader) part 2

WARNINGS: Fluff, kinda spicy, dirty talk, blood

You inhaled deeply before knocking on the door of your mistress. You were nervous. VERY nervous. You fiddled with your dress until you heard the sound of heels clicking on the ground. The door opened and the large lady kneeled down, smiling.

"You remembered" she said, smiling at you. You blushed and nodded "yeah, of course!" You replied, trying to make it not obvious that you're having a full on gay panic.

She stood up and moved to the side. "Please, come in". You nod and walk in. You gulp as she closes the door and locks it. She walks over to her chair, sitting down. "Come here, pet. Sit on my lap" she instructed. You froze. Why is she treating you this way??? She cleared her throat. "Oh uhm, sorry" you say, walking up to her and trying to climb up.

You couldn't get up on your own. The chair (and Alcina) were way too tall for you. "Need help, draga?". You nod, watching her scoop you up in her arms, and lift you up. Her arms were cold, yet warm. Cold as in the temprature, but warm as in the feeling of being close to your mistress.

She placed you on her lap so you faced her, your face now completely red. "Oh, draga mea. All flustered, hmm?" She whispered. You hid your face. "M-mistress. You said you had something for me?" You asked, feeling your skin tingle as she caressed your face.

"Oh yes. Thank you for reminding me" she responded after spending a good 15 seconds just gazing into your eyes. She shuffled in her seat and pulled the handle to her drawer. There was small bag. She handed it to you, smiling. You smiled back. "Thank you, my lady!" You thanked her. "I noticed that you love to read. This little bag can hold books, plus other items." She said.

"With all due respect, why do I deserve this?" You ask, puzzled. Why would the mistress give you presents? Why would she be admiring you like this? "Because you're special to me, draga. Out of all the maids, it's always you who works the hardest. And my daughters just adore you" she praised, inching her face closer to yours.

"My lady, I'm simply just doing my job" you whispered. "I know, and I want you to know you're doing great at it" she replied, your lips inches apart. "What will the other maids say?" You asked. You're heart raced and you felt your heat throb. "Don't worry about them draga" she smirked. She paused. "My my, sweetling. Are we that excited already?" She asked. You froze yet again. "W-what do you mean?" You asked, worried. "Honey, I can smell your sweet juices" she answered, biting her lip.

Your lips locked in an aggressive, yet passionate kiss. She picked you up, your legs around her waist, and threw you on the bed. "You're so desperate, aren't you?" She growled, kissing and nipping at your neck. All you could respond with was a whine.

"Draga, may I?" She asks, dragging her fangs along your neck. You tilt your head for better access. "Y-yes. Just please be gentle" you tell her. She sinks her fangs in, not to deeply. You let out a groans as she sucks your blood, quickly soothing the spot with a lick over the marks. You let out a moan.

"Are you okay? Did I take to much?" She asked. "I'm okay" you respond, holding your hands out and resting your hands on each side of her face. Just as she leans in to kiss you, you hear something smash downstairs.

Your mistress growls in frustration. "I suppose we'll have to continue this some other time" she frowned. You sat up and pouted. "Please head back to your chambers while I get this sorted out" she asks.

You nod and walk out, turning back again to talk to her. "Uh, thank you... for that" you stammer, face still red. "Any time, draga" she smirked, before storming downstairs.

You flop on your bed and cover yourself up with blankets. And quickly fall asleep, wishing you were beside your mistress.

#lady dimitrescu x female reader #re8 lady dimitrescu #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #castle dimitrescu

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agerefandom · 11 months

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Top 10: Tumblr vs. AO3

Just felt like doing some statistics with my work!! Comparing AO3 popular fics vs. tumblr popular fics and seeing what I found out: thought other people might be interested as well! Ramblings about patterns and causes are under the ‘read more’ :P

AO3 (by kudos):

Class Outing: BNHA, regressor!Izuku (1247 kudos)

Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To: Resident Evil, regressor!reader, caregiver!Lady Dimitrescu (759 kudos)

Cold Palms, Warm Heart: Twilight, regressor!reader, caregivers!Alice and Jasper (573 kudos)

The Doctor’s Office: Twilight, regressor!reader, caregiver!Carlisle (403 kudos)

Kitchen Friends: Marvel, regressor!reader, caregiver!Steve and Bucky (336 kudos)

Sound and Silence: BNHA, regressor!Aizawa, cg!Hizashi (321 kudos)

Restrained: Death Note, regressor!Light, caregiver!L (309 kudos)

A Story For Sans: regressor!Sans, caregiver!Papyrus (278 kudos)

Home Sweet Home: caregivers!Carlisle and Esme, regressor!Cullens (273 kudos)

To Weather The Storm: caregiver!Tamaki, regressor!Haruhi (238 kudos)

Tumblr (fics only):

Class Outing (167 notes)

Cold Palms, Warm Heart (159 notes)

The Playtime Solution: Sanders Sides, regressor!Logan (159 notes)

The Doctor’s Office (150 notes)

Sugary Sweet: Twilight, regressor!reader, cg!Jasper and Alice (150 notes)

Kitchen Friends (125 notes)

Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To (116 notes)

What Family Is: Harry Potter, regressor!reader, cg!Remus and Sirius (116 notes)

Just Plane Overwhelmed: Sanders Sides, regressor!Virgil (111 notes)

Golden Slumbers: Harry Potter, regressor!reader and Harry, cg!Fred (110 notes)

Overall Tumblr Top 10:

Caregiver Valerie Frizzle headcanons & moodboard (409 notes)

Writing Prompts 2019 / 2022 (290/365 notes)

Caregivers Tiana and Naveen headcanons (244 notes)

Caregiver Jack Skellington moodboard (229 notes)

Caregiver Morticia Addams moodboard (224 notes)

Regressor Wybie Moodboard (205 notes)

Caregiver Bruno Madrigal headcanons (201 notes)

Caregiver Jack Skellington headcanons (191 notes)

Caregivers Sundrop and Moondrop headcanons (189 notes)

Caregiver Belle headcanons (182 notes)

This was really interesting!!

Re: overall tumblr top 10: I think it’s funny that my throwaway moodboards are often some of the most popular content on my blog. Things I’m just like ‘ooh I gotta make this’ are mixed in with requests, I think that’s interesting! Ms. Frizzle just blowing away the competition, that’s amazing and I love it. Nothing is even close to how popular she is, and she deserves it. Jack Skellington coming onto the list twice? Come through king, I would love to write a full fic in Halloweentown sometime.

Generally, the more ‘alternative’ characters seem to get a lot more attention on my blog: The Pumpkin King, Morticia, Wybie, Sundrop and Moondrop... Tiana and Naveen really snuck up there though!

Moving onto the more direct fic comparison:

....well this made me realize that I never published my Sanders Sides fics from this blog on AO3, whoops

Setting that aside, fics with angst and plot tend to do better on AO3, while fluffy stories do better on tumblr: Sugary Sweet doesn’t even hit my top 10 on AO3 and it’s one of the fluffiest fics I’ve ever written, coming in at #5 on the tumblr list

On the other hand, Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To is by far one of my best performing fics on AO3, but comes in at number 6 (tied with another fic) on tumblr, probably because it features a lot of action and gore alongside the fluffy agere elements, same for Restrained showing up on the AO3 top but not tumblr’s.

My Harry Potter fics do way better on tumblr, which is interesting? Maybe Harry Potter fans are still reading their fics on independent forums? Or Harry Potter folks on AO3 don’t cross over much with the agere crowd. (Or maybe they’re just overloaded with /reader fics) I haven’t been actually into the HP community since around 2011 so I’m not sure what’s up there.

Big shoutout to Class Outing for dominating the top of both lists: BNHA is such a big fandom that it makes sense, and I wrote that fic on @agere-fandom-time, which I think got more interaction than this blog: it seems like people are more comfortable interacting with a group-run blog, rather than an individual writer. Or maybe that’s a natural consequence of more writers putting out more consistent content, letting the blog get bigger. I’m not sure! Either way, even if I’m not into BNHA anymore, I feel like it’s a good piece of my writing, so I’m happy for it to be my top spot.

#how do i tag this lol #hark i say nothing #stella babbles in statistics #ao3 stats are one of my hobbies #i love to compare years and fandoms and ships and tags #i have like over a hundred graphs on my computer for different comparisons #i've considered making a sideblog for it #but i can also just ramble to my partner #like a person with a conspiracy board #it's great #links.... so many links

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Wrote some more canon to my my own story rather than resident lover maiden drabbles. This time featuring Dani and her handmaiden

Ivett was more uncomfortable at this very moment than she had ever been in the rest of her time serving the Dimitrescu family, and that was honestly saying A LOT. She had come back to her personal chambers after a long day of tending to Daniela's assigned work for her only to be followed by her. If she had known this the maiden would have stopped outside her door to talk, but now instead Daniela had barged into her room and therein lay the problem.

Her bedroom, now her own little room near Daniela's rather than the maids quarters, had since become her safe place in the castle. A place she could return to every night or here and there throughout the day in order to have some quiet and space to herself, and the lady had just waltzed in like she owned the place. Which, Ivett admits, she technically does own this room, but she would like to feel at least a little bit respected and at least get a knock on the door before Daniela just enters.

To make things worse, the lady was looming over the maiden, toothy grin making Ivett nauseous with anxiety. Daniela had her backed into her dresser, arms blocking her in, and while under normal circumstances she might find that flustering in a fun way, at the moment it was making Ivett feel like a caged animal. She wanted to push Daniela off or bolt out of the room, but her body wouldn't let her. Stuck still, she merely waits for whatever the vampire is about to do.

"Little Mouse," Daniela drawls, leaning further into Ivett's space.

"Yes, Daniela?" Ivett looks up to see the woman preening at the use of her name rather than her title. It would be cute under better circumstances.

"Since you've been doing SUCH a good job for me this week," she starts with a sly look. "I was thinking you deserve a reward for your efforts."

Ivett's eyes grow so wide she's sure there's no green of her irises left to be seen, and Daniela looks entirely too pleased with that. The maiden stops herself from getting too excited too quickly and instead clarifies first; "What sort of reward?"

"Well, I have some things in mind," the lady drawls in a way that doesn't leave much to Ivett's imagination. "But what would you like?"

And there it was! Exactly the ticket Ivett was looking for, handed to her freely. She almost felt bad for how she was about to disappoint Daniela, but for once in her life here she was going to do something for herself damn it!

"Can you please stay out of my room?" She requests immediately. Daniela looks positively stunned, brow scrunching and an admittedly adorable pout finding her lips.

"I- pardon?!"

"I'm really sorry Daniela, but I would like to request you stay out of my room." Ivett sighs tiredly, hoping beyond hope that the lady would grant her reward. "If you have anything to ask of me I'd like it if you knocked and waited for me to come out or invite you in, unless it's an emergency... please."

It's near impossible to read how Daniela is taking this and Ivett begins looking anywhere but her face as she waits to probably be yelled at for the selfish request. Instead, she finds herself with room to breath as Daniela slowly backs away from her. Looking up again the redhead flashes an apologetic smile at Ivett, though she looks a little dejected.

"I can do that," she replies with a strained voice that pulls on the maiden's heartstrings. She really hadn't meant to hurt her feelings over this. "I, uh, I will just... be going now."

Before Daniela can swarm out of there to assumedly go cry or throw a fit, Ivett takes her by the hand, stopping her dead in her tracks and whiping her head to face the maiden. Ivett timidly reaches up for a hug, arms wrapping gently around her lady's shoulders. Though Daniela never hugs her back, Ivett eventually lets go, but not before pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

"Thank you Daniela," she smiles genuinely, cheeks a bit flush with embarrassment. "Have a good evening."

Without warning Daniela swarms, disappearing from the room through the gap below the door. Ivett is left worrying if she had done something wrong, but when all is quiet, she decides to happily take the win. The lady, for her part, thinks maybe this didn't go where she wanted, but perhaps making her maiden happy was worth it.

#resident evil village #re8 #daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu/reader #daniela dimitrescu/oc #ivett (maiden oc)#lugosi speaks #my writing #i don't really know how i feel about any of my writing ever but y'all seemed to enjoy the last one so #thought i'd give y'all some more to try

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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Hi there! I was reading the headcanons you posted yesterday the ones where the ladies s/o survives being injured, I think they were beautifully written especially the Elena headcanons (I reblogged it and like I said thank you for not killing her) I saw requests were open so if it's ok can I request dating Elena lupu and being the first born son of house dimitrescu, some dating headcanons are fine I don't want to complicate it I know how hard writing can be

Thank you! <3 Elena deserved better.

Also, I know you said dating headcanons are fine, but. Well. I got a tiny bit carried away. If you just want the dating headcanons, they make up the second half.

Being the first born son of House Dimitrescu and dating Elena Lupu.

(Male reader).

Warnings: some blood and violence.

Masterlists here!

It’s a warm summer night when you meet Elena Lupu. The sun set nearly an hour ago. She’s hurrying back home after finishing some last-minute errands. She got caught up helping a family friend. It wasn’t her intention to be out so late. Elena knows—hell, practically every resident in the village knows—that it’s often not the best idea to be outside by yourself after darkness has blanketed the sky. Especially unarmed.

Lycans sometimes raid the village to kill livestock, and they aren’t at all opposed to striking down any humans they may come across.

Even worse, one might be unfortunate enough to cross paths with a Vârcolac. That is an encounter very few can make it out of.

Or, for those who are remarkably unlucky, the gaze of one of Lady Dimitrescu’s children might find them.

You lurk in the foliage, the horns of the buck you just struck down still in your grasp when you hear rustling.

Elena is passing by, completely unaware of your presence.

Suddenly, her bag splits open, contents spilling all over the ground.

One of the items lands right in front of you.

With an exasperated sigh, Elena kneels down and begins to gather everything into her arms.

You could kill her. You could end another life here and now.

Elena startles at the boots that appear in front of her.

Now, she doesn't exactly know what any of Lady Dimitrescu's children look like given the fact that they rarely leave the castle...

But she thinks she might be safe assuming that you are her son.

Your eyes shine out from under your hood. Similar to your Mother, they have the appearance of burning embers with a second color bleeding around the edges. The stare is piercing. It feels as though it could set her alight like an ant under a loupe.

Gore mottles your neck and the lower half of your face. That's what it must be based on the metallic smell, anyway.

One hand rests on the handle of the sickle in the sheath hanging from your waist.

Elena’s first instinct is to run.

Before she can even begin to do so, however, you hold out a small package.

“I believe this is yours.”

She still ought to bolt. She should be getting as far away from you as can because she does not want to die out here.

Instead, Elena stares up at you and doesn’t move even an inch. She doesn’t know what unknown force is keeping her in place, but she is as still as a statue.

You can’t blame her for her reaction.

Slowly, you place her parcel on top of the collection of things in her arms and take a step back.

As if a switch was flipped, Elena utters a breathy thank you and rises to her feet.

“It’s not safe outside at this hour.”

“I know,” Elena replies. She rambles on about how she was helping someone and lost track of time and she really needed to get these things because her father would be upset if she didn’t—

You nod in acknowledgment of her words, then offer to walk with her because you saw a couple of Lycans wandering around nearby.

You aren't sure if you truly expect her to accept, but she does.

The slightly nervous tension leaves her during the journey and conversation slowly begins to flow. She's easy to talk to, and she can say the same of you. It's surprising.

You part ways under the assumption that you will never cross paths again.

That is not what ends up happening.

You run into her again while on another hunt, this time during the day and with Cassandra. Cassie is preoccupied with skinning her kill while you chat with Elena. She seems happy to see you.

Unfortunately, you have to bid goodbye sooner than you'd like because your sister works fast.

Before she leaves, Elena sends you the same beautiful smile she did last time.

Meetings like this go from accidental to "accidental" until eventually, they culminate with hushed confessions and tender kisses behind the church.

Yours and Elena’s relationship remains secret for a while. You both figure it’s best that way.

Both because of that and the fact that you can’t leave the castle during the colder months of the year, you exchange many letters with Elena.

She keeps hers in a box that sits atop her wardrobe. You keep yours in a locked drawer on your nightstand. You don’t want anyone—mostly Daniela, who has a bad habit of entering your room without permission to borrow weapons—nosing through things Elena has trusted you and you alone with.

You’ve learned a bit of metalworking from Cassandra and decide to try and make something for Elena. A necklace with a simple pendant that’s shaped like a moon. You were a bit nervous about sending it to her, but she’s wearing it when you next see her in person.

...And many other times after that.

(Honestly, Elena wears it more often than she doesn’t).

She isn’t too skilled at knitting, but she does manage to make you a nice sweater. You typically pay visits later in the day when it starts to get chillier, and even if the cold weren’t so dangerous to you, Elena doesn’t want to see her boyfriend cold!

Despite your best efforts, your family does start to notice that something’s up with you. You aren’t as slick as you think you are about hiding it and Alcina is already very perceptive.

She calls you down to her office one day. She wants to talk.

“You sent for me, Mother?”

Alcina is very blunt. “Have you been seeing someone in the village?”

The immediate feeling that overtakes you is panic.

However, she’s only bringing this up because she’s of the opinion that you need not go through all this effort sneaking around. It’s unnecessary. Alcina noticed months ago. And she doesn’t want you to have to be so secretive about a part of your life that makes you happy.

Bring this person to the castle! Alcina is curious to know who’s captured her son’s heart and see if she meets her expectations. If the way you talk about her is any indication, she will.

Elena is a bundle of nerves when you hand her the formal dinner invite. Being introduced to your partner’s family can already be anxiety-inducing without said family being the Dimitrescus.

You have to give Elena’s hand more than one reassuring squeeze under the table as your mother and sisters try to make conversation. Your girlfriend’s plate is the only one lacking any mysterious cuts of meat.

Hope you’re prepared to be teased afterward. Primarily by Cassandra, but Bela and Daniela aren’t opposed to doing it either.

Cassandra also makes it very clear that if Elena hurts you, she’s going to kill her.

You don’t think that will be necessary.

#resident evil 8 #x reader #resident evil village #resident evil x reader #male reader #elena lupu #elena lupu x reader #house dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #leonardo lupu

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