"Well, well. I'm quite impressed. Usually, my guests don't put up a fight for quite that long. Yet, I commend you for amusing me. The chase is part of the banquet after all, isn't it?"
...and just like that, you're dessert. But what a way to go out, right? 👌Lately, I keep experimenting with more dramatic angles and some more colour combinations and it's been so beneficial for setting the scene for my art even more! 😍 Also, maybe it's just completely coincidental, but red suits Lady Alcina very well. 👀
Much love to you all, take care of yourself! ❤️
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Some Alcina x Maiden hand sketches :)
I was feeling extra gay today when I remembered how big her hands are so here are some scenarios I thought of. She doesn’t know the finger heart bc she’s old so she was confused 😭 also don’t smoke kids. My maiden here is an adult. She has worked in the castle for a long time and we all know how much Alcina smokes whenever and wherever, but they like to smoke together after a long day to unwind 😌
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I feel like I haven’t drawn anything in like 500 years so I doodled this as fast as I could 🙃
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Possible headcannons between Y/N and Alcina when Y/N is depressed. Takes place after Miranda is killed in my story. I’m literally just jotting down a few ideas I have for my story, please let me know what you think. I need the feedback.
TW: severe depression, unhealthy sleeping and eating patterns, trauma
Alcina knew something had been wrong with you for a while. She noticed a significant change in your mood, your attitude, your sleeping pattern, etc.
You used to talk for so much, you were a total extrovert, bubbly and bright usually. You could spend hours- literally hours- talking￼ about your favorite tv shows, things you knew and pretty much anything and everything that interested you.
But now, you were quiet and solemn. You rarely said anything and whenever someone would try and strike up a conversation with you, be it one of the girls, Alcina, Heisenberg, Donna or Angie, you quickly leave and go somewhere else.
It all started after the war with Mother Miranda. She had ordered Alcina to break off your courtship with her and when Alcina had refused, the Countess knew it was the start of a war. Miranda had sent the lycans out to attack the Castle while you went to Donna’s and Heisenberg’s running and errand for Alcina. Cassandra had gotten hurt during the attack but recovered quickly.
After that, Alcina called for a meeting between the lords about how they would kill Miranda. Of course Miranda had known. She always knew everything and anything that happened in her Village. She called the Lords to meet in her secret underground lab and told Alcina to bring you. It was a trap, Miranda had tied you up, ripped the back of your shirt open and whipped you twenty times.
She was going to whip every lord 5 times each for their treachery but you opted to take them all yourself instead. It was pure torture for Alcina to see you like that. Miranda made Lady Dimitrescu count every lash you took adding to the humiliation and torture you and Alcina endured.
That had been the final straw. Alcina had put her differences with Heisenberg aside and together, you all killed Miranda. Though at a cost.
Months and months had past since the war. It was now summer, the air no longer crisp and raw with cold. The sun shined brightly throughout Europe and warmed the little Village.
Alcina hired a few women from a nearby Village to work for her. The women were in debt up to their necks and some of them were working in brothels, starving for scraps and little sums of money doing anything they could to survive, so they were quite pleased with their new employment.
You too had started out as a maid and now you were Alcina’s mate, no longer having to spend your days cleaning and doing chores around the castle. The maids were gracious to Alcina and to their new employment and they were kind to you, but you stayed away from them.
In fact, you stayed away from most people now. You spent most of your time in the castle attic alone in your own solitude. Alcina was too tall to fit inside the attic so it was perfect for you to sneak away and wallow in your own sadness.
Sometimes Daniela would come up to see you, telling you that dinner that was ready or if Alcina requested your presence. You didn’t mind the red-head being with you, she knew that you wanted to be alone and respected your boundaries, but she was worried about you.
Actually, everyone was worried about you. Bela would try to get you to hangout with her, playing instruments and sometimes writing together. Dani wanted to read books and write stories with you and Cassandra would always sharpen her weaponry with you or go on long walks in the woods now that the weather was nice.
Even Donna, Moreau and Heisenberg, much to Alcina’s dismay (about Heisenberg not Donna), started coming to the Castle more often. Ever since Miranda died, the Lords could do anything they wanted to and no longer have to work late hours doing Miranda’s stupid experiments.
Donna came over for tea every afternoon and would stay for dinner. Moreau would visit with the girls and try to get you to play games with him, cards, chess, checkers, anything to get you talking again. Heisenberg left the Village for a while, wanting to go back to his hometown and came over in the mornings to hunt with Cassandra.
He had set up a bunch of electricity in the castle, there was WiFi, tv’s and internet had been established in the castle. You had taken quite an interest in the project and helped him set everything up, from lightbulbs to wiring and cable for the tv.
Both Alcina and Bela couldn’t understand how to use the new electronic devices, but you, Cassandra and especially Daniela had taken a keen interest in the new electronics.
There was movie night in the castle every Friday. The Lords would come over for dinner followed by a movie someone would pick out. Everyone enjoyed themselves, especially Daniela having never seen Disney movies before. For the first time in all their years of living in the Village, the Lords finally felt like a family together.
Everyone was happy now, except you. You would join in on the movie nights, but never paid much attention to whatever movie was playing.
You would stay for dinner for a short while, picking at your food and taking a few bites of whatever the chef made knowing that Alcina was watching you and ensuring you were eating something, but would leave after a couple minutes into the dinner.
You would stay in Alcina’s and your room for entire days sometimes, laying in bed and just staring at the wall, up at the ceiling, writing in your journal, sometimes drawing or watching something stupid on your phone.
At night you would lie awake for hours while Alcina slept watching shows and movies on your phones or just simply staring out of the window until the sun began rising. Once Alcina woke up, you would pretend to be asleep and quickly drift off, sleeping until late afternoon.
Your sleeping schedule was terrible, you hardly ate anything, you never spoke and was more mute than Alcina had ever seen you, you didn’t shower as much anymore and you were really skinny.
To say that Alcina was worried for you was an understatement. The Countess became very aware of your sleeping pattern, you hardly eating, the quietness from you and especially the mood change in you.
She tried to talk to you about why you were feeling this way and you always told her you were tired or that you just felt sick. She knew there was something much deeper than that going on with you.
At first she thought you were shooken up by the events that had happened, which you were, but after a couple months, you weren’t getting any better. You were getting worse.
It was June now. Miranda had been killed five months ago and you were doing terrible.
Alcina, her daughters and the other Lords were very concerned about you. They would offer you their company and ask you how you were doing, if you needed to talk or if you wanted to watch something on tv with them or if you wanted to go on walks with them.
You knew they were trying to help you, but it felt like too much. You felt like everyone was bothering you and you loved Alcina and the girls and you had a companionship among the other lords, but you wanted her and the rest to leave you alone.
You wanted them to just let you be and stop worrying so much about you. You knew that you were depressed, but you didn’t want to talk about how you felt, or go on long walks where you knew they would ask you questions about the changes within you.
Everyone wanted to help you and you were grateful for that, but you wanted them to leave you alone. Actually, you wished you could crawl into a deep, dark hole and lie on your side never leaving it.
You found solace in the attic, spending your time awake up there. You’d wake up in the afternoons, bid Alcina good afternoon and left quickly for the attic before she could ask you anything.
In the beginning Alcina and the others let you be knowing that you needed your space, but it had been almost half a year since the war with Miranda took place and you were still depressed.
Alcina tried to look for you a few times and got extremely worried when she couldn’t find you. She sent her daughters out to look for you and they found you lying on your side with a pillow and a blanket in the attic.
They talked to you for a while, telling you their concerns and that Alcina was worried about you. You promised you’d change, that you were just upset about what had happened with Miranda and that you felt better after talking with them.
Anything to get them to stop pestering you. The girls left the attic with you and told Alcina you were feeling much better after talking with them.
Lady Dimitrescu saw right through you though and knew you were only saying that to make her feel better.
Things didn’t improve for you at all after that. You spent more time away in the attic, sometimes accompanied with Daniela, and ate and spoke even less after the girls talked with you.
The only time you felt a little happy was when Alcina would hold you at night. It had been five months since Miranda’s death and at this point Alcina had grown extremely scared for you. She read books on mental health and depressing/ sadness and tried to understand how you were feeling, but it felt like she never could.
You would lie awake with her in bed and she would hum you to sleep, her voice was so soothing and calm to you. She would rub and massage your back, remove locks of hair from your face and kiss your cheek, forehead, and neck.
It always put you to sleep and you started to get back to a normal sleeping pattern now that Alcina knew she could lull you to sleep.
She started waking you up in the morning and would drag you to breakfast with her and her daughters. You forgot how good sausages and eggs were. The new chef was really amazing at cooking.
Alcina started bringing you with her everywhere, to her study, her chambers, even to bathe with her. Slowly, the Countess started tricking you back into healthy patterns.
You knew what she was doing and you decided to just go with it. It felt so good having someone take care of you like this. To be loved like this.
One day, Alcina was brushing your hair with you in her lap and you were quiet as usual. You started spending more time with the girls and the other lords, began eating more and bathed everyday with Alcina, letting her wash your hair and body. You were starting to feel a little better, but not by much.
Once she had finished brushing your hair, Lady Dimitrescu set the brush down and wrapped her arms around you holding you close. She kissed your head and you felt her start to rock you. “Darling, you know I love you dearly?”
You grunted in response and looked down so she couldn’t see your face in the mirror.
“You know that I am here for you, and you needn’t worry about me getting upset or angry with anything you tell me, right?”
You nodded in response, feeling a lump form in your throat.
“You know that you matter to so many people, dear. Don’t you?”
“Mhm” you murmured, feeling your cheeks grow hot. Alcina held you tighter.
“And you know, my darling, it is okay to feel this way at times? That everyone gets sad and upset, especially after traumatic events?”
You felt tears coming to your eyes and closed them shut tightly.
“Y/N, I know that the ordeal with Miranda has left you shaken and I know that you are depressed. I am very worried and concern for you, my girl. And I want you know that I love you. So, so much. And I want you trust me enough to tell me anything that might be upsetting you.”
You held back a sob and cleared your throat slightly. “I trust you,” you whispered, not trusting your voice, knowing that it would give away your feelings instantly.
Alcina kissed the side of your wet cheek and held you tightly, still rocking you in her lap as she sat in her bed with you. “Please, my dear Y/N… talk with me. I know that you’re struggling right now and I want you to tell me how I can help you.”
It broke you. You started nodding your head at her words and held on to her arms, shaking as the first sob escaped from you. Your tears escaped from your eyes and you leaned in to Alcina’s chest as she held you.
Alcina cooed at you while you cried in her arms, rubbing your arms and kissing your forehead as you released all of the pent up feelings that you had kept down for so long.
Everything that you went through, Cassandra getting attacked, Miranda’s countless threats, the torture she put you through, all of it came flooding out.
You turned towards her and buried your face in her chest as she held you close, shushing you and kissing you. She let you cry in her arms and held you as close as she possibly could.
Maybe it was only for a few minutes, maybe hours had passed. You weren’t sure, but you began to settle down finally after the last sob passed and was breathing heavily as Alcina ran her hands through your hair.
She moved back towards the head of the bed and began to hum softly as you quieted down. You were so tired, you had felt drained for months and after you cried you felt so tired and wanted to fall asleep in her arms.
Alcina had tears of her own streaking down her face. The countess used her sheets to wipe away the wetness on her chest and eyes after you had finally fallen asleep.
Lady Dimitrescu shifted in her bed to get more comfortable. She pulled the sheets around herself and around you, lying on her side and keeping her arms wrapped around you as you slept soundlessly.
The sun had set and it was night. Two hours had passed since she started talking with you and she was both surprised and not surprised at how much you had kept in.
She knew you needed to release all of that energy and was so proud of you for being strong and happy that you had opened up. Even if all you did was cry and not talk about your feelings. It was a step in the right direction.
Alcina held you tenderly in her big, strong arms, wrapping the blankets around you more as you shivered from a cool breeze that swept through the windows. She rubbed your face and kissed it, continuing to hum as she watched you sleep.
Alcina soon drifted off and held you all through the night. Even when she woke up in the early morning, she continued to hold you until you woke up, not wanting to leave you alone after you had cried in her arms all last night.
When you did wake up a few hours after she did, you felt embarrassed about the events from the previous night. Alcina assured you that you had nothing to worry about. “Shh, draga mea. I am so proud of you for letting yourself be emotional with me last night. That is what I am here for, you can be open with me and you are safe here,” she said, kissing your forehead lightly.
And indeed you did feel safe with her like this. You started telling her about how you had been feeling and she listened, never interrupting you and giving you her own feedback. “It pains me to see you hurt so much. Is there anything I can do to make you feel any better?”
“Just… just hold me for a little while,” you said, settling back on her chest and hugging her. You cried a little more and Alcina rubbed your back.
After a while, all the crying had made you feel sick and you realized just how hungry you were. Alcina wanted you to start planning out your days instead of staying in bed all day.
After breakfast, you both went into her study and sat down, writing out your mornings, afternoons and evenings, activities you could do with the girls and with the lords and things to keep yourself busy.
You started to feel much better and Alcina was happy that you were starting to get better. She had read up on enough books and dealt with her daughters the same way whenever they were feeling depressed in the winter to know how to handle the situation.
Planning out each day and keeping the mind busy was an important and vital part to your recovery. Every day, you and Alcina would wake up, have breakfast and plan out your day.
She had spoken with her daughters and the Lords and they were eager to help you in your recovery. Donna and Angie always had tea with you and Alcina, occasionally accompanied with Bela.
Moreau and Daniela played games with you, would read with your or watch a crappy Hallmark movie on the tv that Heisenberg had gifted you.
Cassandra always went on a walk with you after lunch and would ask you if you wanted to talk or not. Sometimes you would talk about the latest murder documentary she was interested in, or how you were currently feeling, gossip among the family.
Bela would play the piano for you and you would play the guitar for her once it was nearing dinner time. Sometimes you would just talk for hours about life, whatever gossip was among the family, or some documentary, movie or show Bela found exciting.
Since you had thoroughly enjoyed setting up all of the electricity with Heisenberg, he opted to help you build a PC after learning that you used to play video games all the time before you came to the Village.
It took a few weeks to build, you had to wait for all of the parts to get sent in, but eventually it was finished and you would spend hours playing some of your most favorite games.
Daniela and Cassandra enjoyed the new games as well and you tried to get Alcina and Bela interested in them, but the only games they seemed to enjoy playing at all were either puzzle games or jewel quest. They would rather read books instead of watching tv or playing games, but were both happy that you found joy in the new electronics.
After dinner was over, Alcina would take another walk with you outside or around the castle if it was cold out. You would both join the girls in the library reading books or in the new TV room and watch something.
At night, Alcina would bathe with you or you would wash your own body if she couldn’t join you. She would get you dressed and ready for bed, letting you use your phone for awhile before taking it from you and forcing you to sleep so you couldn’t stay up all night.
They were all very careful about how they phrased their questions whenever they would ask about your moods, how you were feeling, if you were taking care of yourself, how they could help you.
You were feeling better and your mood had improved significantly by fall. You had gained a healthy amount of weight, showered or bathed everyday, you had a healthy sleeping pattern and you weren’t depressed anymore.
Some days you felt down, but you would always tell Alcina when you were feeling sad. She had asked you to tell her if you were ever starting to feel that way again, just so that she could be aware.
You were a little embarrassed when you told her, but she always reassured you that you had nothing to be embarrassed about and that it was normal and okay to feel sad or down.
She had put a lot of emphasis on the difference of feeling sad and down versus allowing your feelings to overcome you. It was okay if you weren’t happy, but you couldn’t let your depression overcome you.
You always felt safe enough to be honest with Alcina and never wanted to go back to how you were for those 5 months. It was the darkest place your mind had ever been, and you made a promise to yourself and to Alcina that if you ever did start to feel that way ever again, you would tell her.
It’s okay to be depressed and sad, it’s normal to feel that way. But please, don’t let it overcome you and interrupt your life. You matter and you’re important. This took me 2 hours to write and I’m pretty sure I just wrote about how I used to feel when I was depressed and used Y/N to talk about it. Man, that felt like such a great relief. Please tell me what you thought about this, as I said before this is an idea I’m hitting down for my story and I’m curious to know how people feel about this.
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Arcadia - Lady Dimitrescu x Female Reader [18+]
Summary: Lady Dimitrescu's maiden you gets caught in a very compromising position.
Cw: Smut, NSFW, Hair pulling, Praise kink.
Word Count: 2472.
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Silence descended upon the castle and brought with it an eerie ambience that seemed to persist. It was not often that such a luxury came about, the sound of shrill laughter and abrupt flurries of flies never too far away. The last semblance of evening remained suspended over the village, darkness soon to take the last glimpses of amber sky into its possession. The call of slumber fell on deaf ears, loneliness slowly beginning to infiltrate as you stared blankly out of the window, partially cloaked by the thick drapes that framed it.
A beautiful portrait of Lady Dimitrescu hung in the centre of the room, eyes of liquid gold peering down from the wall as if she was watching you. She was the only solace, your mind plagued with fantasies which always led you back to her. It was a dangerous game, the rumours that flitted around only reiterating the way evil was allegedly so entwined with her. But you couldn’t understand it. She seemed to blur the line between fear and excitement, so muddled within you that you were unsure where one feeling ended and the other began. Adrenaline had become your lifeblood, a single glance in the Lady’s direction weakening you at the knees and causing your heart to rattle violently within your chest. You smiled wistfully in the knowledge that your infatuation was futile and in any case, the woman had larger affairs occupying her time.
Lady Dimitrescu’s voice echoed through the corridors, heavy footfalls following suit until they halted. Despite the mitigation of the walls that were enclosed around you, the mere sound of her voice seemed to trigger your excitement. Your eyes flickered over to regard the portrait again, your teeth gnawing lightly against your lip as you dared to trail your fingers across your chest. Goosebumps rose upon your skin, protruding from below the surface as you brushed gently over your nipples and roused them to attention. The Lady’s orbs bored down from above as you sighed blissfully, wishing that your arousal was a product of her hands rather than your own. From within the confinements of your room, you could hear her voice falling in and out of clarity as you envisioned her beside you, lips pressed against your ear and whispering filth. It was all that you could think about, the only thing pacifying the insatiable urges that festered within you.
Desperation was only a hair’s breadth away, your fingers proficiently tweaking and pinching at the stiffened buds until pain incurred as a result. Your libido blossomed hastily beneath your touch, hands involuntarily manoeuvring towards your underwear until your fingers bypassed the fabric. A stifled gasp exuded from you, mindful as not to alert the woman who was unknowingly causing the depraved acts that you had undertaken. Wetness collected against your fingers in abundance as you dragged them through the slick until they circled atop your clit causing your hips to buck wildly. Self-control dissipated the moment you believed you had it under control, your breath hitching as you continued on with your ministrations. Every so often you would push two fingers inside of you, deeply as they aimed for places you could only dream of the Lady exploring. For now, imagining was all that you had and you would make the most of it. The idea of getting caught only added to the thrill that seemed to claim you and take you under.
Glassy orbs remained fixated on the portrait before you, short breaths blowing away louder moans that threatened to escape you. The Lady’s face was solidly imprinted in your brain, dragging you to the edge as you battled to stay quiet. The heavy footsteps that you had heard earlier suddenly grew louder, closer, but did nothing to deter you from the task at hand. The threshold was long surpassed, teetering on the edge of an orgasm that you wanted and needed so badly. You slowed abruptly, torturing yourself as you danced on the brink, desperate to be filled but denying yourself that very pleasure.
Staggered breaths filled the room as you fought to prolong the bliss, hoping that the woman would put you out of your misery and debase you in every sense. Your pussy clenched at its own accord as you entertained the very thought in your head, her long fingers slamming in and out of you until you begged her to stop. You aligned your fingers once more, the suspense too much to bear as you thrust them in to the hilt, obscene noises methodically sounding as you found a steady rhythm. The pleasure that claimed you seemed to render you mindless, so much so that you had failed to notice the proximities in which the footsteps had now arrived at. And without a second to catch your breath or shroud your indecency, the door flew open and the Lady ducked into the room, eyes flaring as they landed upon you.
You froze in place, a catatonic state engulfing you as you stared back at her.
“Oh, my,” the Lady whispered, rouged lips curling upwards into a smirk. “It appears as though I have been gravely misled.”
You blinked, confusion arising in response to her strange reaction.
“You’re not the innocent that I had predicted, sweet maiden,” she commented, an air of surprise about her as she studied your disheveled appearance with what appeared to be fascination.
Lady Dimitrescu brushed a slender finger against the mattress as though she was jostling with the urge to reach out and touch you. And then she ceased, departing from the bed side though her gaze never strayed from you.
“What could have caused this?” she queried, a defined eyebrow quirked towards you as she awaited a reply.
The shock derived of the situation kept you stilled, soundless as your mouth widened only for the words to fail you. Instead, your eyes lifted to the portrait in the hopes that the woman would understand the unspoken admission that you were attempting to reveal. At first, the Lady seemed perplexed to say the least, until she followed your gaze and hummed interestedly. Silently, she traversed over to the portrait and ran her fingers languidly over the metal frame that bordered it.
“My sweet maiden was thinking about me?”
The Lady was painfully patronising, a smug smile emerging from behind red painted lips as she inspected the picture as if she was trying to uncover some hidden meaning, as if she was trying to pinpoint your infatuation with it.
“Yes, my Lady,” you admitted, shyly as you grabbed ahold of the bedsheets in order to veil your exposed body from view.
The woman intervened quickly, hands prying the sheets from your grasp as she shook her head in avid disapproval.
“Oh, no,” she tutted, her lips lightly pursed. “I want to see what I have done to you.”
A blush burned itself into your cheeks as you averted your gaze, humiliation beginning to make itself known. The Lady ignored the blatant flustering that she had induced and moved to perch atop the bed, gentle hands slowly exploring the skin of your thighs. She wasted no time, her sights firmly set on the valley between your legs, digits dancing through the arousal that had accumulated. A fresh intrigue lingered within her celestial orbs, no words exchanged as she took her time in inspecting you, rubbing the residual liquid between her index finger and thumb as though she was confirming its existence.
Lips found their way between your teeth, clamping harshly as you tried desperately to prevent your body from thrashing due to the oversensitivity that had incurred. And without a second thought, she raised her long fingers to her mouth and sucked heartily as if she wanted to savour every last remnant drop. The seduction that oozed from her did nothing to stymie your arousal as it reignited, a fire blazing inside of you.
“Just as sweet as I anticipated,” she noted, huskily, her tongue laving her bottom lip with saliva as she basked in the taste of you.
The mere act had your thighs tensing back up once more, the same throbbing feeling from earlier returning with an unrivalled intensity.
“As much as I’d love to play into your fantasy,” she began, her voice low and sultry. “I have a few of my own.”
A manicured finger pointed towards you and then to the floor, the unsaid command hanging in the air as you climbed out of the bed and situated yourself between her legs.
“What can I do for you, my Lady?” you questioned, meekly, your skin ablaze in the knowledge that the woman was allowing you to play a part in whatever this was.
The Lady smiled, a little burst of breath exuding from her nose as she observed your utter submission, knees securely pressed against the cold flooring beneath as you awaited instruction. Her hand outstretched towards you, fingers cinching softly around your chin as she forced you to meet her eye line.
“You’ve had practice,” she remarked, though the lilt in her voice seemed to imply that it had been a masked question.
“No, my Lady,” you rebutted with a stifled giggle. “But I’d like to.”
The woman beamed as though impressed, her hands gathering the material of her off-white gown until she had it confined to one fist. Her free hand fell to secure itself atop the crown of your head as she willed you forwards, your nose mere inches from the black underwear that had been newly exposed.
“Such an eager little thing, aren’t you?”
Before you had the chance to respond, she forcefully dragged your face to meet her underwear, your nose brushing along the length of the black material. Despite the woman’s blatant impatience, you pulled back, wanting to savour the moment and admire her in her entirety. Gentle fingers caressed the bare skin of her thighs, observing tentatively as her skin shuddered almost undetectably below your touch. Your lips brushed softly against her thighs, daring to bite and suck, her legs jolting every so often. Her self-control had been surprising, coolness prevailing as you continued your attempt to leave it in tatters.
Purpling bruises adorned the Lady’s ashen skin, soft as her thighs enclosed around your head almost involuntarily. It was clear that despite her earnest efforts to hold off, her natural responses had begun to betray her. Cunningly, you brushed your thumb across the length of her underwear and though sound was stifled lightly from your positioning, you swore you heard a gasp escape her. Her hand reached down and grappled with your head, nails grazing your scalp with brute force as her patience thinned to the point that it became nonexistent. You were mesmerised, intent on exposing what lay beneath that thin sheath of material, a slight patch of arousal visible through the black lingerie if you looked intently enough. It spurred you on to no end, your mouth introducing its languid ministrations, suckling painstakingly over her clothed clit as you felt her buck slightly against you.
“That’s it,” she encouraged, breathily, her fingers combing aimlessly through your silky tresses as she urged you on. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Courageously, you yanked her underwear to the side, too consumed by the reactions you were procuring from the woman. The opportunity was too good to pass up as you drew more arousal from her with every touch you applied. Her flesh glistened, your eyes half-lidded as you became intoxicated by the scene so close in front of you. Momentarily, you gazed upwards, hoping to meet her eyes and when you did, hers glared back in what seemed like frustration, desperation.
You took her clit into her mouth, toying softly with it as you pressed your tongue against it and laved it with saliva. Her taste was unlike anything, unable to pry yourself away once you had her on your tastebuds, your tongue slipping inside of her to collect more of the arousal you had induced. The previous combing of her fingers through your hair ebbed out abruptly, replaced with a yanking force that drew a wince from you in response. And just when her legs began to tremor, you entered her with two probing fingers, aiming for deeper territories.
“Good girl,” she groaned, shamelessly, her voice causing an intensified throbbing sensation to persist between your legs, a heartbeat pulsating there.
Every jerk and shiver pointed in the direction of an orgasm, her hands holding you so forcefully in place that you couldn’t forsake her even if you had wanted to. Your fingers worked overtime, thrusting wildly as her moans rang out into the room and emptied your mind of any coherent thoughts. Her pleasure was all-encompassing. She ground herself against your mouth and fingers with reckless abandon, no concern thrown towards your wellbeing as she used you to reach her high. And truthfully, you were enjoying every single moment spent serving her.
Her arousal slivered out of its confinements, painting itself across your chin and mouth as you fought to maintain the rhythm that you had enlisted. Oxygen was hard to come by, a lightheadedness whipping up and only thrilling you further as her flesh pressed tightly up against you.
“You’re doing so well for me,” she complimented, shakily as the pleasure clouded her, her movements more abrupt and desperate. “I’m so close.”
The warning had you throwing every last semblance of effort into the task at hand, your fingers gradually feeling the pinch of her inner walls around you. And soon, they were spasming with vigour as she came undone with a rumbling moan that seemed to shake the room.
“My sweet maiden,” she panted as she attempted to regain control over her breathing. “You do surprise me.”
On your knees you stared up at her, awe-struck by her post-coital appearance. As usual, she was enchanting. Without a hesitation, she rose to her feet and traversed towards the far wall, her hands reaching out to pluck your beloved portrait from it.
“Settle yourself,” she instructed, firmly, the picture dangling from her hand. “I’m going to replace it with something a little more, realistic.”
With furrowed brows, you regarded her, confused as to what the woman was implying but your interest well and truly piqued nonetheless.
“And what might that be, My Lady?” you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.
The Lady sauntered over sexily, hips swaying as she leaned down to address you. Her hand cupped your face, a distinct gentleness prevailing as her eyes seemed to soften all of a sudden. A long exhale exited from her lips, a smile forming in the corners until it spread across her features.
“Well…” she drawled, suspense rising as your heart began to quicken. “Me.”
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alcina: darling, how tall do you think i am?
y/n: mmm…9’5”? 10’?
alcina: so then, who is this “8 foot tall goddess” i heard you telling angie about?
y/n: oh, i was talking about my other wife.
alcina, a little concerned at y/n’s nonchalance: oh?? other wife? would you care to expand on that?
y/n: no, not really :)
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You are a gift that keeps on giving! The way you write evil ladies is immaculate. Can you write something with Lady d or edira, where reader is injured or just got sick?
Aaa thank you so much!! And umm so glad that I’m not alone in enjoying lady content??? Considering a big majority of the people who follow this blog are man lovers, I’m hella happy there are people who also enjoy my female love interest stories!! I do get a special craving to write big booba vampire women~~
TW: Possessive/obsessive behaviors, yandere themes, lady dimitrescu, slight non consentual touching, sick reader, manipulative behaviors
Literally Lady D’s whole thing is just.. Pissed hot lady. But she’s not brash; she won’t allow others to see her worry. Maybe a small comment here or there, but she won’t convey deep concern for your sickness. It’s not that she doesn’t care-- but the Dimitrescu name must be held up to high standards. The woman doesn’t want anyone thinking she gives special treatment, or is falling for a maid. (Even if that’s the case.)
“You look worn my dear… you best not be sick, I can’t handle another outbreak in this house.”
Definitely will make you stop working, forcing you to take at least a day's worth of rest. Even if it's just a common cold, or a chill from the snow, she’ll be demanding on your condition. Lady Dimitrescu will ultimately make it seem that it’s an insult that you’re sick; she’ll pretend to comment on your form due to the possible tarnish to her name, rather than the idea showing genuine concern. She cannot allow any gossip to exclaim that she was growing soft.
“Ugh, disgusting… I can’t have an ill infested human working in my home. Take your leave, you’re dismissed for the day.”
Despite ordering you to go, the Lady will make sure you receive word to meet her in her bedroom. Discreetly, of course. Despite your coughing and sore throat, she’ll make sure you pleasure her to the utmost possibility. The woman has some semblance of pity, and she fancies you, but she’ll act much more… possessive when you’re sick. She enjoys the idea of your weakness.
The woman will keep tabs on you even more than before; whether your condition is getting better, or if you’re doing as she says. She’ll make sure to give you motherly advice for sickness cures, watching you swallow the spoonful of honey she ordered be sent.
Even though she demands you to rest most of the time, the vampiric woman gets off on seeing you so weak and feeble. It gives her a chance to dote on you, to remind you how lost and tired you’d be without her. Her manipulation is especially effective when you’re stubborn, doing things she told you not to. You’ll try to convince everyone you’re fine, just so they’d stop reporting your every move to the Lady of the house. But as you sweep the floors or clean the study in solitude, she’ll always find you slipping up. It might just be a light cough, a woozy momentary feeling making you slip. It gives her the perfect chance to come to your rescue. The woman can’t hide her sly grin at your tired eyes, looking up, slightly scared of the consequences and even more terrified of her amused gaze.
“Oh goodness… where would you be if it weren’t for me? Now darling don’t you see why you must listen?”
You could hardly fight her off before. Now that you were sick? It would be impossible to stop the woman from drinking you dry, from propping you up on the bed as she had done so many times before. Just a taste, it was always just a small taste from you; but now, she had the perfect chance to take all of you. She could lie about how you were killed, saying you had tuberculosis, or died simply from the chill being too much on top of your condition. No one would suspect a thing; and you feared more for how easily your death would be covered up, than for what she’d do to you. You wouldn’t even be able to retain the honor of dying truthfully.
Though you had more fearful ideas than what Lady Dimitrescu had in mind. She had no intention of taking all of you-- just yet. She wanted to savour it, savour your blood and this moment of weakness. She adored how you weakly tried to fight back, pressing your palms shakily against her as she leaned down to give you a wet kiss on your neck.
She’ll make sure this time is different; that you remember not to worry her in such a way again. She won’t make it comfortable for you; the woman had done so in the past, but now you were really testing her patience and her ability to resist you. with how hoarsely you tried to reject her, how your hands didn’t even wander when she made your hips touch hers-- it made her annoyed, but almost even more excited. You didn’t even have the energy to completely resist her anymore. The vampire adored how your eyes closed in undeniable pleasure as she licked every wound forced upon you.
Lady Alcina will make your sickness last longer than necessary, both on purpose and unintentionally. On one hand she wants you to get better, to see that fire in your eyes as you struggle against her bust. But at the same time, it's so enjoyable to have you in her grasp so easily. The woman is used to having humans cower in her presence, but it's far more enjoyable when they're so feebly fighting back.
Her constant monopolization over your blood makes the cold last longer than necessary, but she'll give you plenty of rest and care when you're by her side. The vampire will force you to lie in her bed every night until you're better. She can't have you sleeping in such horrid quarters while you're unwell!
Though she'll take advantage of this situation, Lady Dimitrescu won't be as overbearingly lustful as before-- unless you ask for it of course. She doesn't heed to your desires immediately though, you'll have to do something to earn it first. But the vampiric woman will let you off a bit easier this time, seeing how desperate and weak you are.
She'll leave your affairs to her private study and bedroom rather than more open places, just to avoid suspicion. Before, she used to press you up against the wall as your fellow maids were just in the other room. Alcina would do it just to tease you, seeing how far you’d bend. Her status and power over you would make it hard for you to reject her, but that’s what made the chase so fun.
“Oh it’s so cute how you think you can defy me. Your puny little wrists could break in half just from my mere touch.”
Despite Lady Dimitrescu’s ease on you, she’ll completely forbid her daughters from touching you at all. The woman hardly minds if they break you a little bit, but it’s different when you’re sick. You were just a maid; a mere lowly human who cleaned up after them. And yet, despite her conflicting feelings on you, the woman grew possessive as you became afflicted with illness. She knew how easily her daughters broke things, especially when they weren’t in prime condition. You’d be dead before Bela got her claws into you; the other two would already have ripped you to shreds.
This growing protectiveness made her even more restrictive once your illness had subdued. Even if you were much stronger now, Alcina realized how quickly you could be snapped in two. And she wanted only her to be the one to break you.
“Your insolence is infuriating; can you not see that I do this for you? For your safety? No one else is allowed to touch you; only my hands have permission to roam you.”
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Dear artists that portray Alcina with her wrinkles, tummy rolls, a full bush, and stretch marks,
You are all super sexy and valid and I am giving you each a kiss on the forehead.
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Donna cosplaying Miranda
Miranda cosplaying Alcina
Alcina cosplaying Donna
The Sister cosplaying Angie
Angie cosplaying the sisters
1) why does Miranda look even more like a mom cosplaying Alcina 2)Angie’s so fucking cute 3)Donna fits very well with that outfit
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New sketch with LadyD
Неужели я закончу хотя бы один скетчбук🥀🤍
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HC for the Lords?!?! Let's go!!!
How would Alcina go about dealing with a maid that wishes to pleasure her instead of Alcina being the top? The maid is very kind and Alcina has had her as a personal maid for a few years now, but she has never had a maid demand to worship her body!
oooh I love this one! the maid wanting to worship her as she should!!
if you see any error no you didn't
ok so first of all, she has to trust you very deeply to let you take the control, she's not very comfortable letting someone take the reins in general, let alone in bedroom
but then she met you, you were one of the new maids of the castle and when she saw you that first day she immediately took an interest in you, she didn't know why but you had something special
So as the months went by, she made you her personal maid and made sure to show her interest in you, soon she began to care about you too
your nights with her were the most wonderful thing you had ever experienced in your life, the way she makes you feel, the way she touched you and made you squirm and gasp, her hands on your body, her mouth...
you've been 'together' for 3 years now and although she made you happy and pleased you perfectly, you wanted more, you wanted to make her feel the same way she makes you feel, you wanted to do to her what she did to you. You wanted to please her the way she deserved, she was a goddess and she must be worshiped
So one day you gather up the courage to talk to her about it. She is a bit hesitant about it, she has never had someone so interested in pleasing her in that way. Of course, on occasions, some of the maids she had slept with had offered to return her favor, but they offered it more as if it were a duty than if they really wanted to do it.
so alcina has never let anyone take the control before.
You assure her that it is okay if she doesn't want to do it, but maybe one day you would like to show her how much you appreciate her
you talk a lot about it and she promises she will think about it, so you don't bring it up again for a few weeks so as not to pressure her
but one night you are lying next to her catching your breath after your usual activities and you decide to try and bring it up again
and surprisingly she says yes.
she tries to hide how nervous she is when you sit on her stomach and start kissing her but you know she's tense, you can feel it
you stop and remind her that you can stop at any time if she is not comfortable, you ask her if she is sure when she ask you to continue and then you assure her that she can trust you
so you kiss her lips again, the kiss becomes harsher and more passionate and she begins to relax. You start kissing her jaw, her neck, you suck the skin between your lips and bite while listening to her pleased noises
the way she gasps under you
Your kisses and tongue trace a slow and tortuous path down her clavicles and shoulders, making sure to adore every piece of skin. Then you start to go down her chest and oh her breasts. You knead them in your hands and kiss every inch of them, she now moans softly as you make sure to provide due attention to each one.
you make sure to praise her all the way
each time you go down more and more and her noises are growing louder as she becomes more and more restless, your lips trace her stomach, her hips her thighs, you suck and bite the skin seeing the bruises and love bites disappear instantly.
you make sure to kiss her legs to the tips of her toes. You pay special attention to her inner thighs and you can feel that she is shaking
and then she puts her hand on your head and lightly pulls your hair and says your name
"stop teasing me"
and finally you give her what she wants and oh her taste, her scent intoxicates you, you can't get enough, your tongue makes sure to make her squirm, your hands squeeze her thighs and massage her hips rippling against the bed and your mouth. Her moans are accompanied with growls when your mouth sticks to a particularly good spot
this goddess, this amazing and powerful woman is shaking thanks to you, turned into a trembling mess under your mouth and hands
and you enjoy every minute
When you make her come, her entire body shakes as she pushes against your mouth, squeezing you between her thighs and pulling your hair. Her screams and cries of pleasure are partially drowned out by her thighs in your ears but you can still hear her say your name over and over again until her orgasm starts to fade
You kiss her thighs and then your way up her body to her mouth, where you leave a soft kiss on her lips and lie down beside her, running your fingers through her sweaty hair
"it was good?" you ask after a while
she just brings you close to her chest and kisses your forehead
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Headcannon: What if Alcina and her darling had a baby? Warning: Fluff, fluff, fluff! Mentions of Postpartum.
I Love Your Body, Even If You Don't (SFW)
While growing up you had always wanted children. Despite them being messy, you absolutely adored them and would do anything to see them smile and giggling. You were the oldest out of four children-living conditions weren't easy, but you and your family were happy. Being the oldest sibling sometimes feels like being a second, and/or third parent...just ask Bela; you on the other hand were happy to help your mother and father and were thrilled when they announced your siblings over the years. The love you had for your family only increased, which caused you to want to start one of your own.
After yours and Alcina's union, you discussed it with her. At first Alcina was apprehensive (considering certain things that have happened), but she felt a change was needed to the castle. She wanted to know what it would be like having a baby around since her three oldest ones didn't have much of a childhood, nor did she as a matter of fact. After a few months of planning and discussions with the girls, the decision was final: they would arrange a plan with Mother Miranda.
It took over another year to test out all the necessary medicines and procedures, and there were many failed results. It seemed all hope was lost and you nearly gave up. After about the 100th procedure, a "positive" finally showed itself. You and Alcina were ecstatic and couldn't wait to make the announcement.
"Please do not celebrate so soon," Miranda said. "We still have to monitor you for at least another month so that we may be absolutely sure."
"Of course, Mother, we understand. However, I have a good feeling about this one," Alcina said.
One month turned into three, three turned into five, and your belly was practically about to burst at the end of the eighth month mark. You were overjoyed and a little nervous, but you remembered the love that your parents showered on you and your siblings and it helped eased your mind immensely-only a few weeks left--or a few minutes; the baby was early and ready to go. You were not prepared at all!
Time Skip- Four months later
"Aw, Mama! Annette is so big already. She's probably going to be as tall as mother," Daniela cooed at her baby sister.
"Dear heavens, I hope not! I refuse to be the shortest in the family," you rolled your eyes as you faked annoyance.
Daniela stroked the baby's face, lost in her pretty eyes. "Mama, I really don't think you have a choice. She's already wearing nine month sizes at 4 months, but it will be cute to be able to pick you up," Daniela grinned. "You could be our own little baby."
You laughed. "No, ma'am! As long as I'm the parent, the only babies will be you and your sisters. Now you go and have fun on the hunt. Bela and Cass have been expecting you for some time, I'm sure."
You kissed Daniela on the forehead as you bid her goodnight. She smiled and blew a kiss to the baby, leaving you and baby Annette alone. After feeding her and putting her into bed, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, and any small glimmer of joy you had had gone out the window. You were always a curvy woman, but after giving birth you gained a bit more weight than you intended. Post-partum hit you like a brick that first week and it was hell. Constant crying, anxiety and depression, thoughts of self harm, maybe two hours of sleep a night, you really went through it all. The birth wasn't traumatic in any sense, but no one prepared you for the emotions and weight fluctuations that followed soon after- on top of that, Alcina unfortunately had meetings out the roof and was hardly home to help. Luckily the girls stepped in this past week for a day or two to help you catch up, but it wasn't enough.
"How are you feeling, draga?"
Alcina came up behind you and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. She looked concerned and wanted to comfort you.
" I'm conflicted, Alci. On one hand I'm so happy to have Annette with us, on the other..." you sighed. "Her birth wasn't traumatic, it was quite peaceful, so why do I feel so helpless, so worn out?"
Alcina kissed you again and led you to bed, wrapping you in her arms.
"I've gained so much weight, Alci. I feel ill and I can't stand to look at myself. When you tried to be romantic with me after Miranda gave us the ok, I thought I was ready, but I couldn't...I just felt...unattractive. I'm so sorry! I was tired and still feel that way. I know it feels like I was rejecting you and it probably made you angry..maybe that's why all those meetings."
"My love, birth is a wonderful and stressful process. I will admit, that it was rather selfish of me to assume that you would be ready to resume the sexual side of our relationship, but I received a reality check: I've never gone through a birthing process. I don't know what it's like to push pounds of a human out of my body, or go through feeling undesirable because my body isn't the same as it used to be. However, please know this: I'm very happy to have had a baby with you. I'd go through it all over again. And I could never be upset with you, especially if you aren't feeling well. As for the meetings, they unfortunately always show up at the worst possible time."
She tilted your chin up to make you look at her.
"You are so strong, so brave to have done this. You are a wonderful lover and a wonderful mother to our girls. That in my eyes makes you very attractive. And although you may not love your body as it is now, I do. It birthed our baby girl and carried her for months. You took your time making her so perfect for us, even though she decided that time was taking too long."
You both laughed. Annette was a stubborn one, but she reminded you of Alcina. She was absolutely perfect!
"Your body is beautiful to me, draga. Those beautiful curves, the roundness of your tummy, those warm, delicious thighs-your breasts are swollen and full with milk that I know you use to satiate our child's hunger. It's beautiful to see you bond with her that way. She adores you as I do. I know you want to get your body back in shape, but for now it must rest. If you decide to wait 3 weeks, 3 months, or 3 years, I will love you all the same. Mental health is just as equally important as body health and I want you to remember that. There is no need to stress your pretty self into a frenzy."
She gave you another kiss to your forehead. For the first time in two months, you actually felt happy. You were grateful to have your family, and you intended to shower them with affection as your parents had done to yours.
"I'm so glad you still think I'm hot."
Alcina snorted with laughter, "Yes, yes I do."
"Good!" You kissed her lips and her hands. After settling under the covers and turning out the lights, your turned to her.
"Alcina? You are so warm and such a comfort. This is going to be a long journey for me since motherhood is relatively new, but with you and our girls by my side, I can achieve anything. I'm so ready for the long road ahead, no matter what happens!"
Alcina smiled. "Thank you, iubirea mea! Good night, and may sweet dreams find their way to you."
One final kiss, and the two of you drifted off happily and sleepily under the moonlight, dreaming of your upcoming adventures.
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Heyy! First of all love your work!!! And can I request some fun and lighthearted headcanons where house dimistrescu’s s/o refuse to say ‘i love you back’ to them as a prank. Have a good day!
Thank you! It's always nice to know that people actually like what I spew out into the world HAHA I promise these shall be as lighthearted as you requested and more, but this is cute. Get ready for potentially pouty ladies :P
She may shrug it off at first, especially if she was in a hurry to get somewhere. Maybe she didn't hear you, but there wasn't any time to dwell on that.
If you did it again to get a reaction out of her, she'll be quite confused. You must have heard her, right? Did she not hear you again? Were you ignoring her on purpose?
She'll approach you and demand you talk to her about what was wrong. You normally wouldn't act like this, what's with this "silent treatment" toward her? May or may not be mad about it (she's pretty mad about it.)
Surely you knew how to act more maturely than this. If you had a problem with her, do not just keep it to yourself or take it out in this way! You can kind of imagine her pouting or scrunching her nose a bit as she goes on a rant about your behavior. Deep down, she really just wasn't used to getting nothing from you in that regard.
She'll merely roll her eyes once you explain the situation and mumble something about "trends these days". Ooh you think you're so clever, look at me, I don't reciprocate my darling's feelings. Yeah, she's being petty -- you'll have to deal with that for a while. Think of a way to make it up to her in the meantime.
.......okay what's up? No seriously, talk to her, what's up?
Bela is the kind of person who jumps way too quickly to conclusions. She might not even have questions in her mind, she just knows that something is wrong -- at least, she thinks she knows.
She doesn't want to blame you if you started the day rough and felt like taking it out in this way, but this isn't a good way to go about it. Communication is important in any relationship and you should be able to--
You might start trying to stifle either a laugh or an "aww" because on one hand, you didn't think she would take this so seriously. But also it's kinda sweet that she noticed the change in behavior to mean that something may have bothered you.
A flit of confusion would pass her face when you tell her about the prank. She doesn't really get what was so funny about it, all she does is reiterate her point about communicating as a couple. Well, it's nice to know she cares either way.
Fucking pissed, may whatever higher power you believe in bless your soul because you're not coming out of this unscathed.
Okay that was a bit of an exaggeration, but Cassandra will undoubtedly be mad. Come on, you couldn't say four words back?
Get ready to get guilt-tripped. Not in a terribly manipulative way, but do expect some "woe is me" dramatics on her part. You're pretty sure she's playing it up just because there's no one else around.
Just throwing herself onto a chaise, hand on her forehead as she "cries" about how her partner didn't love her anymore. At this point, you're not sure who's pulling the joke on who.
You'll get smacked in the arm when you tell her it was just a prank. How dare you play with her feelings like that! Never do that again! ... now tell her you love her... please.
She would pout SO HARD. Good luck trying not to break when she brings out the puppy dog eyes, her face just scrunching up at you.
Were you mad at her? Did she do something the other day that made you act this way toward your precious girlfriend? Whatever it was she did, it was an accident or it was her sisters' fault!
She would go up to you, shake your arm and whine until you said it. She'll cling to you for the rest of the day if she has to, just please say it back!
You've always know she can be a drama queen but she was going to pull all the stops for this. An "I love you too" meant that much to her.
Telling her it was a prank later on would earn you a bigger pout though, and a soft mumble that "it wasn't funny." But she couldn't stay mad at you for long, not until the next time you say "I love you" and she goes back to being your lovey-dovey girlfriend.
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Headcannons for Lady Dimitrescu x Y/N with wings.
You kept them from Alcina for quite sometime, unsure of how she would feel about them
They were your pride and joy, but were also a burden for you. You knocked over so much furniture over the years with them, had to walk through doors sideways, not to mention the many feathers you always had to clean.
But you were also proud of them. You used to be so embarrassed and ashamed of them when you were younger, wishing you could be normal and not a freak. As you grew up to be an adult, you came to realize that they were a part of who you were and that you shouldn’t have to be ashamed of them.
You are proud of the person you are and anyone else that sees you as a freak be damned. You would never allow yourself to listen to the hateful words from strangers and believe them when they called you names and accused you of being a demon.
Alcina could tell you were keeping something from her. The woman has three daughters, she knows how people get when they’re hiding something, but she respected your privacy waiting for you to tell her your secret.
Three months into your courtship, you told her you wanted to tell her something and asked if you could both take a walk with each other alone.
She of course obliged your request. You both would take walks with each other almost every night and it became a part of both of your routines. A perfect end to the day, just a little stroll around the castle.
You had been trying to muster up the courage to show her your wings but always chickened out, afraid of her reaction. Tonight though, you decided you would show her after talking it over with Cassandra.
You snuck out out of the castle one night, wanting to go and fly around the forest and into the clouds once you were far away from the castle.
Cassandra caught you that night. She had been out hunting all week, trying to enjoy the end of the warm weather before she would be locked in the castle for the coming fall and winter months.
When you flew down from the clouds, you landed on the dirty earth ground and retracted your wings back inside of your shoulder blades. It had felt good to go outside and stretch out them for a few hours.
If you didn’t let them out of your body for a period of time, they would grow restless and you would feel anxiousness coursing through you and feel the impulse to fly. It was like a growing hunger and a burning passion inside when kept them tucked away in your body.
You had allowed yourself one night to stretch them and calm the anxiousness in your body. Just as you looked up, you caught Cassandra’s piercing eyes staring at you for the longest time.
You did not expect your reaction from her though, she was absolutely ecstatic, asking you could extract them again so she could look at them and asking to touch them.
She had promised not to say anything about them to anyone after you practically begged her not to tell. Occasionally, she would tease you inside the castle, a little joke that only the two of you could laugh about together.
Y/N: “What’s for dinner tonight?” Cass: “Chicken wings, we can have the chef cook you something else if that would upset you though.” Alcina: “Why would chicken wings upset you, dear?” Y/N: “OH, NO REASON ALCI, CASSANDRA AND I WERE JUST JOKING AROUND THE OTHER NIGHT, THATS ALL!!! Cass:😈 Y/N:🤬
*a bird flies past the window* Cass: don’t you wish you were that bird? Y/N: tchh! Why would I want to be a bird when I’m already-” Alcina🤨: “When you’re already what, YN?” Y/N: “Uh, nothing Alci. Cass: *snickers*. Y/N: shut the hell up, Cassandra
Tonight though you promised yourself you would show her your wings. Cassandra said that you had nothing to worry about, that her Mother would be in awe of them, but you still weren’t sure.
As you walked deeper into the forest, you took Alcina’s hand and stopped her once you felt you were at a safe distance away from the castle where no one could see you.
“Alci, I have to show you something.”
“What is it, Dear?”
“I… I, ah… I’m not sure how you’ll feel about this, but since we’ve been dating for a while now I want to be completely honest with you.”
Alcina ran one of her gloved hands down your cheek. “Of course, darling. You can tell me anything, you know this.”
You let go of her hand and took a couple steps away from her. ‘Here goes nothing you thought,’ you thought to yourself.
You took a sort of athletic stance, feeling for your wings and deployed them, feeling the flesh from around your shoulders open up and allowing your wings to retract.
Alcina’s mouth was open in awe as she saw black, feathery wings emerge from your back. She walked around you and reached out to touch them. “May I?” she asked, taking her gloves off so she could feel them with her own hands.
“Of course,” you said, feeling her hands run down the base of your wings and to the tip of them. She looked at every feather on your wings and admired each and every spec of them. They were soft in her hands and your wings fluttered slightly when she touched a rather sensitive area of them. You heard a deep chuckle from her and blushed.
“Have I discovered a new hot spot of yours, draga mea?” she asked from behind you.
“M-Maybe,” you said quietly, feeling your cheeks burn. “So… you’re not freaked out or anything?”
“Of course not, darling! How could I be? Your wings are marvelous! Truly, a beautiful sight to behold.”
“Tch, you’re just saying that. They’re not that impressive.” You turned around to face her.
“No, no! I am serious, I have never seen such a magnificent set of wings before. I’m sure even Mother Miranda would be quite jealous.”
You chuckled and felt a wave of relief rush through you. You had been so worried that Alcina would hate them or think that they’re weird. Her reaction made you so happy and you told her this.
She was confused about why you would be afraid to show her such gorgeous wings and when you told her about how other people would call you names like demon or freak of nature, she asked for names. You chuckled, knowing she was only trying to protect you and you knew she would have no problem murdering anyone that disrespected someone she cared about.
“Don’t worry about it, Alci. None of those people are worth it.” You had said to her. Alcina relaxed again and asked you questions about the wings, like if they hurt when you retracted them, how you felt about them, how long you had them for. You answered every one of her questions and felt happiness, no one had ever shown such eagerness for your wings. Well, except for Cassandra.
“Cassandra knows?” Alcina asked.
“Oh… yeah, she caught me flying around a while back. Don’t be mad at her for not telling you though, I asked her not to say anything.”
“Well, I suppose all of that random teasing from her makes sense to me now,” she said remembering all the times Cassandra teased you about your wings. “And now darling, I have something to ask of you.”
“Of course, anything Alci.”
“You say you can fly… would you show me?”
You chuckled at her and took a few steps back, looking up and checking the sky for any tree branches that might hit you if you flew up. After finding an opening, you told her to watch the sky. You knelt down, feeling your wings flutter and kicked off of the ground, soaring up into the sky.
In mere seconds, you were above the forest and flew up into the clouds, then flew back down doing some twirls and flips in the air. You were absolutely showing off for Alcina, flying around the sky and letting your wings take control.
After a few minutes, you landed back down onto the ground and smiled up at Alcina’s beaming face. She was smiling at you with such admiration and was in pure awe of your abilities.
She told you that you needn’t feel ashamed of them and that you could have them out at any time you wanted inside of the castle. You laughed at her, reminding her of how clumsy you already were and that if your wings were out 24/7, all of her vases would be destroyed and the ground would be littered with black feathers.
She told you that vases were hardly worth worrying about and that she had maids that could sweep the feathers. She just wanted you to feel comfortable around her. It made you blush and you smiled, hugging her.
You were so glad that this was her reaction, Cassandra had been right when she said Alcina would love them. You plucked a feather from your wings and gave it to Alci when she asked if she could have one.
She stabbed it through the stitching of her hat and wore it with pride, showing everyone who you belonged to. You almost cried knowing what that meant for you. The three black roses she wore with love on her heart and now one of your feathers on her hat.
She never wore her hat without one of your feathers on it after that night and you smiled every time you saw her around the castle wearing your feathers with the same love and pride she wore her flowers with.
You were officially a part of her family now, and you, Alcina and the girls couldn’t be happier.
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shes so fjkjdvkcj vopretty i jdkjskfjs 😩
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Y’all, the scream I let out when this popped on my Twitter feed
This is literally me 😭😭💀
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Daniela: Mother, I'm sad.
Alcina: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.
Bela: Cassandra, I'm sad.
Cassandra: *nodding* mood.
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[Karl wearing a cowboy hat]
Karl: They call me Sheriffberg where I'm from
Alcina: They don't call you shit
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Saw this tik tok I thought was worth resketching:
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