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grendelsmilf · 2 months

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madame web was SO fucking funny i love that every single decision they make is certifiably insane but in a somehow very safe and pandering corporately-mandated way. here are some of my favorite choices:

an extended action sequence set to toxic by britney spears which stops in the middle to remind you that the year is 2003 so this song was actually just released

the villain goes to the opera, seduces an elegant woman with a single look, wakes up from a recurring nightmare wherein three teenage girls beat him up and kill him, proceeds to rant at this woman whom he’s just met about how hard it is to know how you will die someday, reveals that he is aware that she an nsa agent, and poisons her while he forces her to tell him the roughly 8 digit code that grants you access to every single security camera and government database in the entire world

one of the girls from girls is his assistant who tracks down three teenage girls for him by making composite sketches of their faces just via his own memories of his dreams. also, they are all wearing masks in his dreams, so how he was able to define all their features is extremely unclear

the fact that spidey powers originated from an indigenous tribe in peru does retroactively imply that every spider person within the spiderverse canon is performing an egregious act of cultural appropriation

adam scott plays UNCLE BEN, but because sony doesn’t have the rights to say the name “peter parker,” they are constantly finding ways to imply that he is, in fact, ben parker without outright saying it. we do see peter parker being born (i guess this spiderman was born in 2003?), but i’m not sure why we’re supposed to care since all of the girls (apparently) seem to have way cooler powers than he does

that said, we only see the girls use their powers in dreamlike sequences of the future. at no point in the present timeline do any of them use their powers whatsoever. except anya does have the power to be a #WomanInSTEM, so good for her.

dakota johnson’s cassandra webb, or “cassie,” (very normal thing to name your daughter who has spider-fueled powers of prophecy btw) cares for a stray cat who represents her own role as a “stray” as an orphan who grew up in the foster system (this is not subtle by the way, she literally says to the cat “gotta look out for fellow strays”). to illustrate that she is secretly a warm, nurturing woman despite her aloof and awkward veneer, this cat’s name is literally “cat.”

the villain of this movie never actually explains his motivation for seeking power beyond the fact that he had a difficult childhood. no details of his childhood are ever revealed. he is not given a single redeeming quality or even a reason to care about him. he is played by césar-winning and bafta-nominated actor tahar rahim in what i can only describe as the worst performance i have ever seen outside of a middle school play. he dies after being crushed by a giant letter S from a pepsi sign. you know. like a bug.

it’s never really explained why being bitten by a spider gives one prophetic visions, beyond the tenuous notion that to see the future is to “weave a web” of sorts. however, despite the fact that we establish that the villain can also see the future, despite having been bitten by the same magical species of spider, he never once is able to predict the future when it counts, such as foreseeing that he should dodge a falling giant letter S.

there’s an extended sequence dedicated to establishing that cassie’s colleague (who later dies in an ambulance crash) cannot grill for shit. as she sips from a refreshing can of pepsi-cola®️, she lambasts him for fucking up their burgers. this is the only piece of characterization they establish for him before he dies.

at the beginning of the movie, cassie receives a very earnest drawing done by a small child in thanks for saving his mother (she’s a paramedic). cassie very awkwardly refuses to accept the drawing, kind of just makes one continuous whine with the corners of her mouth until the entire family is weirded out enough to leave, and then complains that she has no idea what to do with the drawing, and will probably throw it out. we are meant to like this woman, probably.

cassie is a professional paramedic, but a hobbyist car crasher. she drives not one, but two stolen vehicles through the walls of buildings throughout the film, and it seems to be her go-to strategy in any fight.

cassie is allowed to fly internationally despite concurrently being very publicly wanted for the alleged abduction of three teenage girls. we never see her move through the airport despite the film heavily focalizing the issue of mass surveillance and preemptive criminalization in 2003 new york city, so i guess it just isn’t an issue for her. yet another win for white privilege

after cassie experiences a near-death incident on the job that triggers her latent powers of prophecy, her doctor recommends that she take the week off to get some rest and “watch old movies.” cassie clearly considers this to be sound medical advice, as in the consecutive scene, she is shown to be watching an early version of a christmas carol (in the middle of summer) and clearly feels a strong enough bond with scrooge that she feels comfortable speaking to him through the screen as if he were an old friend.

cassie has a vision of her mother researching spiders in the amazon before she died, and almost immediately yells “WHY DID YOU HATE ME!!!!”

cassie’s quest to save three teenage girls she doesn’t know ultimately results in the deaths of many more people, including multiple cops, train passengers, diner patrons, chopper pilots and people she may or may not have hit with her stolen taxi and/or stolen ambulance. but at least julia, mattie, and anya are safe!

after cassie is blinded and paralyzed(?), her entire personality does a 180 and she becomes a very creepy, ominous woman who serenely predicts the near future of her three adopted teenage girls, illuminated by a giant, weblike window. this is all done in service of setting up the sequel that sony clearly assumes is a given.

cassie attends her colleague/best friend’s sister’s baby shower (who happens to be played by emma roberts, and who also happens to be peter parker’s mother) and is for some reason corralled into playing some baby shower games, including “describe your fondest memory of your mother on a small strip of blue paper” (which cassie deliberately leaves blank, leading to a very awkward explanation of her mother having died in childbirth, but don’t worry, you’ll be fine) and “guess the name of my baby” (which is never actually revealed, because sony apparently has the rights to the name ben, but not peter).

anyone else really craving a nice refreshing can and/or glass bottle of pepsi-cola®️ rn, or is that just me?

#o #madame web #navya pls feel free to add anyth i might have missed #100

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caitlynmeow · 3 months

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How do you imagine Cass and her wife (will she ever have a name ?) announced to Alcina she was gonna be a grandmother for the first time ? I feel like if was a gift, for example a mug, saying "best grandma in the world", she did not get the message and thought Cass was just calling her old as a joke.

she certainly does! i'm just holding on to it because she will be fully revealed thru something other than me ranting on here and i don't want to take this experience from anyone so just stay tuned!!

ohhh Cass would certainly give her mother a surprise!!! like, she'd be going to a visit in the evening with her wife and she'd just casually hand Alcina some mail she picked from the table by the entrance.

While Alcina is barely looking at anything one blank envelope gets her attention. Tossing the rest of the papers on a side table she opens the white plain envelope. Inside, she doesn't find the usual crisp paper she is expecting. Instead, she ends up pulling a black-and-white scan. It takes her a few moments of staring at the scan before her brain connects everything. She quickly turns to her middle daughter, who's looking at her in anticipation.

"Ready to grow old?" Cassandra asks sheepishly.

Alcina is feeling overwhelmed; this is almost like Cassabdra's wedding, the regal woman's emotions did get the better of her and right now she is experiencing the same thing again.

"When did you find out?" Alcina asked after clearing her throat. Was she any less composed, she would be bouncing in excitement at the news. The noblewoman could not wait to have the small child play in every corner of the castle just like their mother did before.

"This morning," She should have known, Alcina almost chided herself. Her daughter was glowing, something looked different and she brushed it off. Now it all makes sense.

#alcina's mama radar is scary #this is why her daughters could never hide anything from here #because she always just KNOWS #house dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #bela dimitrescu #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #headcanon #asks #thank for sending this in anon!!#i hope your day goes great

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blackwidow-bby · 2 years

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Alcina request! Female reader getting really sick, bedridden and in pain and Alcina having to deal with that and explaining to her daughters that reader might not get better.

I legitimately cried while writing this, I hope you can forgive me lol

Warnings: super sad, illness, main character death

It had been weeks now since Alcina’s partner fell ill. She had been spending all of her night while you slept, in her library searching, reading for what could take you out of your slumber and bring you back to her in full health. All of her experimenting fell fruitless. She had administered potion after potion, multiple concoctions of salves and soups and medicines in hopes that you would finally wake.

Your breathing was heavy and wheezy with every exhale. As if you were struggling to push every intake out. Then there was the incessant fevers. Alcina would spend long sleepless nights in an attempt to keep the fevers at bay, and stop the sickness from taking you away from her for good. Her work began to falter, she simply couldn’t do both, work and take care of her love. So she settled for the latter.

After the first month hurtle, Alcina’s faith began to waver. Her trust in finding a cure waned, into a smoldering fire. Her attempts at finding a proper medicine became fewer and far between. Her determination grew lesser. Alcina now sat at her desk in her office with hands carding haphazardly through her hair. She had long ago given up on appearances. Now she only thought of whether she should give up the fight now or keep going with little to no positive outcomes. Her middle child, Cassandra cautiously entered the space, standing by the cracked door.

“Do you think she’ll ever get better, Mother?”

“My dear, I think you should tell your sisters to come here.”

As if they had been listening in the whole time, Bela and Daniela’s flies formed their solid states into the room. All three of the daughters kept their heads down awaiting what their mother would have to say. Alcina herself couldn’t even pick her head up to look at them as she continued to speak.

“My love has still not awaken and my attempts at freeing her from her illness have remained unsuccessful. In my trying to find a cure, it seems as I have failed to be a mother to you girls and for that I am truly sorry. You girls mean the world to me and so does my partner, but things only continue to get worse. Her fevers come back closer and closer between every lifting and it is getting harder to make her body’s burning go away. I think it is time.”

All three girls looked up to their mother at that moment. All sets of eyes watery with tears about to be shed. They knew their mother loved them without having to be shown, they knew she had only been trying to revive their mother’s partner and only wished to assist in finding the cure she desperately craved for her heart, but hearing her finally break in turn made them break as well.

“We should take these final moments to be with her before she parts. I want her to know that she wasn’t alone even if she is unconscious for the rest of it.”

The three girls rushed to their mother, taking her into all of their embraces. Alcina finally broke, the tears came down at full force. Parting with someone she loves is never easy but at least she’ll be left with the feeling of knowing she was loved fully by her partner. The forever growing fondness of seeing her smile and laugh, the way Alcina was held with compassion and spoken to with care and respect. Every lover is different, but her late love with always be remembered for her unwavering devotion to love Alcina through good and bad.

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela didn’t budge from their mother until Alcina herself lifted up from the desk. Drops of tears left papers in books smudged and wrinkled but she didn’t care about that right now, all she needed was to be by her lover’s side in her final moments of life.

The four Dimitrescu’s heavily made their way to Alcina’s room. The walked seemed so long to get to. A heaviness pushing them away, if they never reached those quarters maybe you would stay alive in some sick Shrodinger’s cat type of way. If they never see the body die, would you even be dead? Despite the weight they all felt, they still continued.

Your body still laidback amongst the covers, surrounded by silks and cloudy pillows, bathed in riches. You almost looked like royalty if not for your still laying body. When Alcina got close she could see the shallow breathing of your chest struggling to rise and fall. Your skin was sickly pale but not a blemish to be seen in sight. Your hair even though greasy, still splayed around your head like a crown. Alcina gently grabbed your hand and pulled it to her soft cold lips. She stayed close by the bedside with her daughters coming to surround her with love and care for their mother’s parting lover.

Alcina’s tears continued to fall as she spoke.

“I will always love you forever in my heart, I’ll remember you everyday of my life. I will do everything I can to keep the memory of our love and happiness alive. I’m so sorry there wasn’t more I could do to save you. I will miss you in every upcoming lifetime. It is time for you to rest your bones, my love. This isn’t goodbye, but I will see once again. I promise.”

You released your final breath of air from your lungs, surrounded by Alcina and her daughters. The matriarch was the first to break, releasing a heartbroken wail for a parted mate, grasping desperately at the sheets with a silent prayer that you'd awake once more and hold her like you used to. But that God no longer existed to Alcina. She knew better than the rest, you would not be returning, not today, nor tomorrow. She would have to go to you. One of these days, she'll follow you.

#lady dimitrescu angst #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #reader insert #ravwrites #sad fic #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu request

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freyanistics · 2 years

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Fluffy Cassandra and her female s/o. Cassandra feeling vulnerable and her s/o comforting them with hugs and kisses, or whatever you want but for it to be fluffy.

Bet, let’s go

Cassandra doesn’t cry. Even the thought of her shedding a tear sounds unlikely. She was the most feared daughter in the castle. Sadistic, cynical, and downright insane. That was what people referred to her as. She was known to get hot headed fast and torturing/killing any maid that so as looked at her the wrong way.

Cassandra is hardcore. She never showed weakness.

Yet here she was in one of the vacant rooms on the side of the castle that not many inhabitant, furiously wiping hot tears falling out of her eyes.

It was a dumb thing to even be upset at honestly. Another argument between her and Bela. The two were always at each other’s throats and it was deemed normal to see the two yelling at each other, sometimes it would accelerate to blows. But this argument was different. Words had been said that probably shouldn’t have been said. Hearing Bela utter such harsh words made her freeze up as if she had a gust of cold water hit her.

“You’re just a mistake.”

The words pierced her sharper than her sickle pierced flesh. Even Bela seem to realize she had went too far as she tried to reach out to Cassandra.

“I’m sorry, Cassandra, I didn’t mean-“

Cassandra didn’t stick around to hear the rest of apology. Bursting into flies she swarmed away, zooming past maids as they jump, clearly frightened to see the middle child. But she was too upset to relinquish in their fear. The only thing she could think of was those words.

“You’re just a mistake.”

She wasn’t a mistake! Mother loved her! She cared about her just as much as Daniela and Cassandra. Sure, maybe there were times she acted out crassly against other maids. And yes she suppose her and mother didn’t seem to have that much of a common ground except killing delinquents.

“You’re a mistake.”

She may have done a few mistakes here and there. Maybe misunderstood an assignment or wasn’t as smart as Bela when it comes with coming up with a plan.

“You’re a mistake.”

And maybe she wasn’t as innocent and carefree as Daniela, even though she was a bit of an airhead at times she still was seen as the baby of the family and doted on especially by mother.

“You’re just a mistake.”

Was she really? Was that why mother didn’t hang out with her as much as she did her other sisters? Did she secretly see Cassandra as a mistake not worth her time? Did she even love her? The thoughts rolled through her mind like a thunderstorm as the brunette slide down against the wall curling herself into a ball, the tears falling down her face.

“I am a mistake.” She whispered in a soft tone. She sounded weak, like a child who was afraid of the dark or boogeyman. Did mother see her as weak? Did her sisters see her weak?

“Cassandra?” A familiar voice calls out. Cassandra’s yellow eyes looks up to see Ashley, her girlfriend. She didn’t even hear or smell the woman approached, too busy wallowing to be aware of her surroundings.

“Don’t look at me, I know I look pathetic.” Cass growls out covering her face into her gloved hands to try to keep some dignity. She didn’t want anyone to see her like this, let alone the lady of her life.

Frowning the mocha skinned woman takes a step closer, concern etched on her features. She’s never seen Cassandra like this, she’s seen many sides of the tall brunette from the time they been together and prior, but this was the first time she’s seen her like this. This version of Cassandra scared her more than her angry side.

“Cass, I heard what happened between you and Bela. I know what she said and-“

“And you agree with her?” Cassandra interrupts with a snarl. “I get it. I know I’m not as smart as Bela or not interested in books as Daniela is, I’m the one who’s only good at killing, torturing, and being the muscle, nothing more, nothing less. I’m not worthy of anyone’s time or love, and what little I do get I should be lucky to receive. I get it.” She grinds out through gritted teeth. “I know I was a mistake in this family.” She says more quiet burying her head between her arms once more.

Staying quiet Ashley studied her for a minute, her wide brimmed glasses reflecting the lights on the walls. Suddenly without question she walks up and plops down beside the other woman. Snaking an arm around her broad shoulders she leans against her.

“I was actually going to say she’s wrong.” She says softly looking down the hallway making sure no one was coming. By now the lady of the castle would have gotten word of this and would be walking the halls looking for her missing daughter. “Remember when we was lost in the forest and it was getting colder so you skinned that buck and put branches together making that makeshift tent that we hid in until morning?”

“Mm.” Was her only response.

“I thought that was pretty smart, and Bela wasn’t there.” She says. She then gives the brunette a hard playful elbow. “Oh! Remember when we read the entire series of scary stories to read in the dark? We was so invested that by the time we finished it was early morning?”

“Mm…yes.” Cassandra responded slowly lifting her head up. “But only because I liked how the stories went about their endings.”

“Daniela has never done that. And you’re the best hunter and archer between the three, no one can take that title.” Ashley says hooking her finger under her chin and turning her to face her. Cassandra looks back with her mascara ruined and her lazy eye twitching a bit.

“Don’t you see? You can’t compare yourself to your sisters because you’re nothing like them; you’re you. You are in your own box with your own skills. You are your own person.” She spoke with confidence wiping the tears away from her face.

Letting out a choked laugh a smile creeps on her face. “You mean it? You’re not just saying that?” She asks, still a bit unsure.

“Yes I mean it you lovable dork. That’s why I love you.” Ashley says leaning in to press a soft kiss against her lips.

Eagerly Cass reciprocates the kiss before pulling the shorter woman closer.

The pair stayed like that until the familiar buzzing could be heard coming down the hall.

“I found her!” Daniela’s voice calls out as she swarms in front of the two. Not far behind another swarm of flies appear revealing it to be Bela.

“We’ve been looking all ove for you, Cass!” Daniela said worriedly looking between the brunette and the dark reddish brown woman.

“We looked around the castle and around the forest all day, even mother joined in.” Bela said wringing her hands together. She looked even more stressed out than before.

“Are you okay?” Daniela asked.

Rising to her feet she held her hand out to Ashley before helping her up to her own feet before turning back to her siblings. “I’m fine.” She said looking between the blonde and redhead.

“Oh my god are those tear stains? Bela she’s been crying! You made her cry Bela!” Daniela shouts vibrating harshly.

“It’s okay, Dani. I’m fine now.” Cassandra says holding Ashly’s hand and squeezing it. “I just needed a little bit of a boost, that’s all.”

“Regardless it was my fault.” Bela said. “I said something I shouldn’t have said, and I’m sorry, Cassandra. I didn’t mean what I said.” She lowers her head in shame. “I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, dear sister.”

Cassandra stays quiet for a minute before breaking out in a grin. “Why dear sister, is this you actually sounding sorrowful in your actions? You should do this more often, I could get used to this.”

Snapping her head up Bela shot a playful glare at her. “Don’t get to ahead of yourself Cassandra. This was a one time thing, now come on, mother has been worried sick about you and we must report back to her that you’re safe.” She turns breaking into her swarm and flying back out. Shooting the couple one last grin Daniela follows suit leaving the pair alone.

“You sure you’re okay? Ashley asked looking up at her.

Looking at her she nods firmly. “With you by my side to reassure me, I’ll always be okay.”

Hope you like it anon! I decided to use the name of Cass’s gf in my other story. 🫶🏾

#resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader

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solarishashernoseinabook · 7 months

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Oehhhh, treat! Alyss being heavily pregnant with Will's child, goes in labor. As birth is a women's thing, Will is freaking the fuck out about everything that could go wrong. Halt and Horace are being their classic selves in dad and bro mode to support him. Will everything go okay? Will Will storm in to be with Alyss? Will she live? I leave that up to you :)

Aaaaaah okay this was very fun to write actually thank you :D

Halt swung down from Abelard and helped Pauline down from her horse Clipper. ‘How’s Alyss?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know,’ Will said. ‘It started in the middle of the night, and I thought it was another false alarm, you know, she’s had a couple of those, but her contractions started coming faster and her back started hurting and it was going on for a while and—’

‘Will, breathe,’ Pauline said, trying not to smile. ‘Have you called the midwife yet?’

‘The midwife.’ Will blanched. ‘I haven’t gotten the midwife yet! What if I go and I’m out too long and something happens? What if—’

‘Will, I’m fine,’ Alyss said, leaning on the doorway. Stray tendrils of hair had escaped her bun to frame her face, and she wore a blue wool dress against the late autumn chill. She offered Halt and Pauline a tired smile. ‘Come on in. I already sent the midwife a pigeon, so she should be on her way. Is Horace coming?’

‘Yes, and Cassandra. They just need to finish up what they had to do at the castle,’ Pauline said, entering the small cabin. Halt, following along after her, put a hand on Will’s shoulder and drew him inside.

Will allowed Halt to steer him to the table and didn’t protest when Halt pushed him into a chair. Without a word, Halt went to the cabin’s small kitchen and put coffee on the stove, then began slicing bread and cheese. Alyss had already stretched out on the couch, rubbing her stomach and hissing at her discomfort.

‘It’s lucky Horace and Cass are here,’ Will said. ‘They wouldn’t be able to get here from Castle Araluen in time.’

Halt, sliding coffee and a plate of food onto the table, raised an eyebrow. ‘You think it’s luck?’

‘Isn’t it?’ Will said, bewildered.

‘They planned this trip so they could be here for the birth,’ Pauline said. ‘They had some genuine work to do, of course, but it could have waited another month or so.’

‘They knew this was going to happen today?’ Will said.

‘We all had a suspicion it would happen soon,’ Halt said, ‘given that Alyss has looked ready to burst for a week or so now. Sorry, Alyss.’

Alyss waved him off. ‘No, that’s fairly accurate to how I’ve felt this past week.’

‘We’re here!’ Horace called, knocking as he pushed open the door. ‘Is the baby here yet?’

‘Horace, don’t be ridiculous, the baby probably won’t be here till tonight,’ Cassandra said, following him with Maddie swaddled in her arms. She only gave Will a passing smile before going to Alyss. ‘How’s it going? Has your water broken yet?’

‘Not yet. Thanks for coming.’ Alyss’s grin turned into grimace. Horace took Maddie from Cassandra and Pauline brought over some chairs, and the three women sat huddled together, Pauline helping Alyss eat and Cassandra talking about her experience giving birth to Maddie. Horace locked eyes with Will and nodded towards the door, and Will, Halt, and Horace went to sit on the porch.

The midwife had spoken briefly to Will before going inside to Alyss. Will could hear the women’s voices drifting through the window, interspersed with sounds of pain from Alyss. ‘Maybe I should go in there.’

‘I wasn’t allowed to go in when Maddie was born,’ Horace said. ‘The midwife made me leave.’

Will looked up when Halt came out of the house with fresh coffee. ‘Halt? Have you ever attended a baby’s birth?’

Halt settled down on the porch steps next to Will. ‘I believe I was present for Ferris’s.’

‘Really?’ Will said, intrigued. ‘How was it? What did you do?’

Halt scratched his nose slowly. ‘I believe I cried,’ he said, ‘on account of the fact that I was seven minutes old at the time.’

Will groaned, but Horace laughed. ‘You walked right into that one, Will.’

‘Oh, shut up,’ Will grumbled.

Horace volunteered to start on dinner that night. Will was holding Maddie against his shoulder, looking at the sun lowering over the tree line. ‘Halt?’

‘Hm?’ Halt hadn’t moved in over an hour; Will had almost thought he was asleep.

Will spoke slowly, finally voicing the thought that had bothered him since Alyss announced she was pregnant. ‘Do you think I’ll be a good dad?’

Halt sat up in his chair and let out a deep breath. ‘Probably,’ he grunted. ‘You’re good with people. That probably translates to being good with kids, too.’

Will gave him a grin. ‘Thanks.’

They lapsed into silence again. To Will’s surprise, Halt was the one who finally broke it, the words soft-spoken and hesitant. ‘I wasn’t always the person you needed me to be. I wasn’t always sure what to do or say. But…’

‘No,’ Will said, without thinking. ‘I mean – you were fine. You were a good…’ Will swallowed heavily. You were a good dad, he wanted to say. The words seemed to hang in the air between them.

And then Will heard Alyss’s anguished cry from the bedroom. He was barely aware of Halt taking Maddie from him, barely aware of jumping out of his chair and crossing the living room, passing Horace and Cassandra and Pauline as he went. The next thing he knew, he was at Alyss’s side, one arm around her shoulders, smoothing hair away from her forehead. She reached for his hand and they held onto each other tightly, knuckles white, Will blind to the pain in his fingers.

And then, after what might have been minutes or hours, the tension drained out of Alyss’s body and she sagged against Will. For just a moment, Will’s heart stopped, seized with sudden fear for her safety and the baby’s.

But then the silence was broken by a baby crying, and Alyss smiled, and Will felt so dizzy with relief that he was the one leaning against her. ‘Congratulations,’ the midwife said, laying the baby gently in Alyss’s arms. ‘You have a little girl.’

The midwife had cleaned the room while Alyss and Will held their daughter, then spent some time talking to Alyss about what she could expect over the next few days. Will had been shocked to learn that Alyss could expect to remain uncomfortable for quite some time, as her body needed to adjust to no longer being pregnant, but the midwife promised to come back every day to make sure it was all going smoothly.

Will had also been told, in no uncertain terms, that his job was just beginning. ‘She needs rest, and she’s not likely to get that with a newborn,’ the midwife said firmly. ‘You’ll be the one cleaning up and getting her food and taking the baby sometimes so she can sleep. If you could feed her too, I’d tell you to take on your fair share of that as well, but seeing as you can’t you’ll need to work twice as hard to make up for that! And make sure you make her good food, as long as she’s nursing your wife is eating for two, you hear?’

‘Yes ma’am,’ Will said. The promise meant more to him than all the oaths and vows he had taken up to this point in his life.

Finally the midwife left. Will heard her speak briefly to everyone in the main room, but he didn’t bother listening to her. He helped Alyss lie down properly and mopped the sweat from her brow, then tucked the blanket around her. He kissed her forehead and held her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb, until she fell into a gentle sleep. Then, as quietly as he could, he picked up their daughter and stepped out into the main room.

Everyone was still wide awake, despite the lateness of the hour. Will made his way to the couch and sat down slowly, and looked up at the people he considered his family. He smiled.

‘Her name’s Corina.’

#asks #ra #rangers apprentice #will treaty #alyss mainwaring #halt o'carrick #horace altman #princess cassandra #trick or treat fic fest 2k23

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valleynix · 1 year

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It has been a very, very long day for Alcina Dimitrescu, and her morning has only just begun.

She returns from the urgent meeting that had been called by her leader, only for said woman to not even show. It wasn't like Mother Miranda to simply forget she had even called a meeting, but Alcina was too tired to care in the moment. She bids her siblings a brief farewell, and she returns to her castle as the moon shines high above her, illuminating her path.

Perhaps she should have noticed, then, that something was amiss.

Her castle is strangely quiet as she approaches its main doors, even for how early in the morning it is. She expects to see a few candles lit or even a maid or two passing a window, but it is dark in many of them.

For only a few moments, she thinks nothing of it. Perhaps she is too tired to remember what her home is like this early, and so, she will ask her daughters about it after she gets some rest.

As Alcina enters her home, she notices two things almost immediately: first, her castle is utterly destroyed. Vases and statues have been thrown or smashed into the ground, paintings and wallpaper ripped, holes in her fucking walls-

Second, blood is splattered along the floor and walls, and there are severed limbs and bodies everywhere.

Her heart squeezes painfully in her chest as she struggles to look for her human, pinching her nose as she walks to hide the stench a little. She knows they're no longer human, not after whatever Mother Miranda had done to them, but for their own sake and out of habit, she continues to refer to them as such.

She also knows what it looks like when someone has gone feral, and she fears for them. She wonders if something happened while she was away, if one of her daughters had something they shouldn't or the Cadou in them snapped; either way, she fears she may find her human too late.

She notices the bodies of maids in the halls as she follows their trail, her brows furrowing. It... doesn't quite seem as though any weapon had done this sort of damage. If she didn't know any better, she would assume claws had dug into her staff and torn them limb from limb.

But... No, that wasn't possible. She could replace the staff if her daughters attacked them, and for some time, she convinces herself that is all it is.

How wrong she would come to realize she is.

Alcina steps into a hallway just as her human stumbles back to leave it, their hand severed and wings twitching behind them, knocking over several vases and paintings as they smear more blood everywhere.

It is then she sees her middle daughter, and for a moment, she is utterly frozen.

She cannot move as Cassandra crumbles to the ground, her body becoming a pale, ashy color as her legs begin to disintegrate. She knew the risks of even gaining her daughters, she knew what it would look like if they were weakened and killed.

Daniela is somewhere nearby, desperately calling for her to help or something, though she finds she cannot focus on what is being said to her. Her eyes widen and her heart shatters in her chest, and for the first time in her life, Alcina is lost.

She does not know what to do. She tries her best; her knees crack as she falls to them on the floor, as Cassandra reaches for her with tears in her eyes and her arms crumbling to ash on the ground, sobbing out, "Mamă-"

She holds her daughter close to her chest, shaking as she ensures her protection with her arms completely around her. She cannot cry, does not dare to, but she feels what little was left of her humanity slip away from her grasp when Cassandra is nothing more than a pile of crystallized ash on the ground.

Daniela is the next to be taken from her, and she assumes Bela was the first. She does not find her eldest's remains, as she does not think herself capable of remaining in this form if she sees them, and she knows she must protect her youngest.

It is a futile attempt.

Her last daughter - her precious child - is taken from her in a moment's notice. She does not realize Daniela is gone until she sees that bastard stand from her crystallized form, dripping with blood as their only remaining eye glows brightly against the darkness in the courtyard.

They run from her, as anyone with a bit of brain left would do. She only manages to keep up with them through the blood stains they leave on the floor and the occasional mangled body of a maid that got in their way.

As the sun peeks over the large mountains encasing the village, trapping it from the rest of the world... She kills her beloved.

If she were being honest, she never thought this day would come. She had hope and faith in them, in their motivations, and perhaps, she wonders, that was her fatal mistake.

She realizes there is no hope for them, not after what they had become. They are nothing more than a feral beast, and even if they had regained their humanity, she would never let them live for what they had done to her daughters.

With tears in her eyes, she slices her large and sharp claws straight through their neck, severing their head from the rest of their body in an instant. She does not know if it will kill them, considering the other various wounds along their body that should have already, but she will slice them to pieces if she must.

There is a moment - a blissful fraction of a second - where her love looks at her with nothing but adoration and gratitude in their eyes. Throughout all the months she's known them, through every interaction she's had with them... She has never witnessed such a pure form of peace in their golden eye.

As soon as their body hits the ground, their head following, she realizes she is truly lost.

She could not protect her daughters, not when they needed her most. She allowed this monstrosity to invade her home, to kill the only things she held so dear to her heart. She will never forgive herself, and she knows she must live with the consequences of her actions.

Alcina sits amidst the cold morning air, watching as her breath clouds in front of her and the blood pools around her love's head, staining the pristine white snow around them. She ponders a way to change the course of things, to go back and prevent you from ever stepping foot in her castle-

It is days before her prayers receive an answer. She begs every night at her daughters' graves, trying not to cry as she kneels by them. She stays with them until she can no longer keep her eyes open and her fingers have lost all feeling, and even then, she shuffles her way back inside.

When she awakens that morning, it takes her some time to realize when she is.

It starts out as any other morning would; the sun peeks in through the barely opened curtains covering her window, her heart aching, her eyes bleary before she puts her glasses on...

Daniela clambers into her bed not long after with what she hopes is a tray of edible meat. She does not understand, wonders if she had passed in her sleep and joined her darlings once more in the afterlife, but she remembers this day.

It is months before her daughters even found that human out in the snow, and as she realizes she has been given a second chance, she does not let her daughters out of her sight.

As she moves about her days with her children, spending more time with them and spoiling them with whatever they ask for, she vows to herself that she will not save her love that night. Whenever it comes, she will keep her daughters inside and safe, and while her heart breaks at the thought of abandoning them, she knows what must be done.

She learns to move on. It is not something she expected to find herself doing, but she is lost in the excited smiles of her daughters, the way they playfully banter with one another like they had before, their carefree movements and hobbies...

She catches herself simply watching them at times as she attempts to forget everything she had witnessed.

It's hard to forget them, though. Alcina often finds herself searching around the castle for her love, her eyes lifting to meet their own as she writes in her office, only to find an empty seat. She asks for two trays of food, expecting a guest to accompany her as she works, and she is left alone until there are mere embers in her fireplace.

She does hope they're all right, wherever they may be these several months back. She sometimes fights the urge to go out and find them, to ensure their care and safety. Her castle is rather dull without their unique light spreading throughout it, but if this was the price she had to pay to see her daughters again? She would be a fool to turn it down.

Two months after her reawakening from that horrible nightmare that had been her life, Alcina decides it is finally safe for she and her daughters to leave the castle's grounds. She takes them into the village, as she must converse with Duke, but she finds little ways to spoil them.

The bright smiles on their faces as she gives them little allowances to spend on the one rule they behave is well worth whatever else she had gone through to get to this point. The kiss on her cheek she receives from Daniela is enough to make her entire life worth it.

Her daughters are just out of sight as she converses with Duke about business and trades, as they discuss prices and routes, though she hears their laughter and snarky comments. It's enough to ease her anxieties enough to relax for the first time in months.

Halfway through her talk with Duke, she spots them walking with a young woman, smiling gently as they speak quietly with one another. She cannot stop looking at them, at the calmness in their stance and the innocent look in their eyes. There are no heavy bags beneath their eyes given after terrible, sleepless nights, and there are no worry lines on their face.

It takes her a moment to recognize them as her human, but even as they pass her, she says nothing. They merely glance up at her, eyes wide and not golden as their companion urges them away. They look so human here, and she resists the urge to go to them, to comfort them-

They do not remember her, and perhaps it is a blessing.

Another month passes as the date of their existence in her life draws ever closer. She's unsure why she remembers them when no one else seems to, when her daughters give her questioning looks about the strange newcomer she swears she saw in the village.

She does wonder if it was simply someone else she saw, and her life without them had caused her to see them in places they weren't. As no one seems to remember ever seeing them, even the commoners in the village, she decides they must not exist in this reality any longer.

She still does not let her daughter roam outside that night, regardless of what had happened to her missing staff. She assures her daughters she will take care of it in the morning, and she falls asleep at her desk before she can think to secure them in the castle.

By morning, she sees them again. Her daughters drag them in by their foot into her office, giggling about them and remarking the state they're in. Their limbs have been chewed on by what she can only imagine were lycans, their clothing torn, especially around their back, blood staining their body, an obvious discoloration or blackness in their skin...

When they open their bleary, golden eyes, glowing softly in the morning sun, Alcina Dimitrescu realizes she is utterly fucked.

#:3 #spoilers if you're new here and havent read up to chapter eight #it probably wont make sense otherwise #it's an angst fest tho #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #what if scenarios #heart ripping posts

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sleepingshadowknight667 · 1 year

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Lady D and Cassandra angst

"CASSANDRA! COME HERE, NOW."

Within seconds, her middle child was standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking up at her expectantly.

"Where are your sisters?"

Alcina watched as confusion slipped onto her daughter's face.

"I…are they not hiding somewhere in the house?"

"No. They're not." She didn't miss Cassandra's split second of wide eyed panic. "So, where are they?"

"Out? I'm not certain. I haven't seen them since this morning and I-"

"Enough games, Cassandra," Alcina growled out, done with her daughter's poor attempt to cover her tracks. "You've been distracted as of late and I won't tolerate it any longer. Your grades are dropping and now you can't even pay attention to simple things such as the whereabouts of your sisters."

"If it was such a concern then why didn't you keep a better eye on them?"

Cassandra's eyes widened in fear as she realized what she said while Alcina narrowed her eyes.

"Excuse me? Cassandra, you dare talk back to me?"

Cassandra shook her head and shrunk back.

"I'm sorry for the wrong intention. I only meant to question why I wasn't alerted to the fact it would be important to keep track of my sisters if they were within your line of sight."

Alcina briefly wondered if her child had hit her head during one of her games the other night but the anger with her daughter quickly shoved that thought to the back of her mind.

"Questioning me, keeping secrets, simple distractions holding your attention," she scoffed. "I raised you better than this. You're my daughter, Cassandra, I expect you to act like it!"

Cassandra let out a soft scoff and mumbled something her mother couldn't hear.

"Something to say?" Alcina raised an eyebrow.

"No, Mother," Cassandra glanced away.

"You, obviously do. Go ahead and say it, Cassandra."

"It's nothing, Mother, I swear."

Alcina nearly scoffed. As if she wouldn't know that Cassandra was lying to her.

But fine, if Cassandra wanted to lie, Alcina had no issue calling her daughter out on it.

"Oh, so we're lying now."

"I'm not lying!"

"Well, you're obviously not okay considering you're attempting to lie to my face-"

"I'm not!" Cassandra practically threw her arms into the air, clearly exasperated with the conversation.

"Cassandra-"

"Everything is fine!" Cassandra broke, finally letting her anger take over. "I'm fine!"

"Watch your tone with me, Cassandra," Alcina scolded and she knew something was wrong when her daughter responded with a scoff.

"Of course, Mother," her middle daughter spoke the last word with a certain edge to the tone that she didn't like.

"You're valid to your emotions," Alcina tried to start again incase she accidentally gave Cassandra the wrong impression about talking to her if it came to emotions. "However-"

"Yes, yes, I know," Cassandra responded dryly and Alcina swore her daughter's voice wavered.

"Cassandra," Alcina questioned, her anger quickly morphing into caution as her daughter continued her rant.

"It only matters how obedient I am to you," Cassandra flapped her left hand absent-mindedly and Alcina's concern grew as her daughter's voice shook. "Because of course, that's the only thing that matters."

Alcina took a deep breath. Teenage rebellion was common for girls of Cassandra's age.

Clearly, it was not the case considering her daughter's movements became more dramatic with her arms failing about as she began to break down.

"But why should it?" Cassandra chuckled humorously and Alcina could easily see the walls her daughter had built up were now all crumbling down at once. "Why is that the only thing that matters?"

"Cassandra," Alcina made her way down the stairs in attempt to comfort her daughter but Cassandra only stepped back and shook her head.

"Of course I am distracted, Mother," Cassandra scoffed bitterly but the tears in her eyes betrayed her. "I am keeping secrets."

"Alright." Alcina softened her voice to help calm her daughter and Cassandra had blinked in surprise at the reaction. "Then let's sit down and talk about it. It's clearly destroying you and, for some reason, you didn't feel comfortable coming to me about it. However, the longer you-"

"No," Cassandra cut her off with her voice hard even though she hung her head and turned it so she couldn't look at her mother.

"No?" Alcina repeated and closed the distance between herself and her daughter by resting a hand on her shoulder. "Cassandra, we need to talk about this."

Cassandra shoved the hand off her shoulder harshly.

"No." There was that hard tone again and Alcina knew her daughter's anger was returning. "We don't."

"Yes, we do. I've told Bela this already but-"

"Stop it!" Cassandra screamed as she stepped back and out of her mother’s reach. "Stop comparing me to Bela."

Alcina's concern only raised at the teary glare in her direction.

Cassandra's emotional outburst were common, yes, but not like this. Lately, she seemed to take everything as a threat.

"I am not comparing you to Bela. That was not my intention, I apologize," Alcina said slowly. "I just wanted to give you the advice that I gave to her."

"I don't need it," Cassandra scoffed again, and the walls were starting to repair themselves.

"Cassandra, please," Alcina reached out to her daughter that was so clearly hurting. "I just want to help you. I am your mother-"

Those were the last words needed to send Cassandra fully over the edge as she failed to stop her own before they slipped out.

"BUT YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER!"

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This is a discontinued unfinished wip from a modern au where the Dimitrescu sisters were raised as infants by Alcina after she adopted them and a teenaged Cassandra, trying to find her medical records for some reason, accidentally stumbles upon her adoption papers. And just...didn't tell anyone else that she found them.

#cassandra dimitrescu #alcina demitriscu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #re 8 village #delete later

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highlifeboat · 1 year

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“Do you ever remember it?”

“What?”

“The time from before we were us. Do you two ever remember it?”

“Daniela, what on Earth are you on about?”

The redhead frowned at her sisters that sat gathered in the library with her. She drummed her fingers on the table, anxiously bouncing her leg while they stared at her. Cassandra, more or less uninterested, glaring with her chin resting on her hand, and Bela, expression unreadable save for how tired she seemed. Daniela slumped in her seat a little.

“I dreamt of a manthing last night….”

Cassandra scoffed. “So? You sleep with a manthing. Who cares?”

“Shut up.” She glared. “This was a manthing I didn’t know. Or can’t.. Remember. Or… something.” She drummed her fingers on the table, pursing her lips. “But he was nice. Warm. Familiar. Like Mama, but… different.” Her sisters shared confused looks. “And I was in a different home. A small home. With sisters that weren’t you. There was a woman, but she wasn’t Mama. And him… And I was me, but I didn’t feel like me.”

There was a moment of silence between the three. Cassandra made a face like she wanted to tell Daniela that a stupid dream was no reason to waste their time, but then sunk down in her chair, mulling over what her sister has said.

“I’ve had those dreams, too….” Bela eventually muttered, breaking the silence. Daniela perked up a little. “Of familiar strangers. A manthing, a woman…. Where I’m me but I’m not… me.” She looked at her hands. “They call me the wrong name… they call me a lot of things. Awful things.” Bela clenched her fists in her lap. “I don’t like those dreams. The manthing, and the woman, they aren’t nice to me, nor each other. They’re scary. Like Mother Miranda….”

Daniela stood, a grin on her face. “So I’m not completely insane, then!”

“Debatable.” Cassandra sneered.

“You must have those dreams, too, Cassandra. Sometimes? Like experiencing bad deja vu.”

The middle sister pursed her lips, glaring at the table for a moment in silence. “...Maybe.” She wrinkled her nose. “It wasn’t anything special. There was a woman, some younger children. But she wasn’t much of a mother. She made me take care of them. It was awful.” Cassandra let out a huff. “I think I hurt one of them. I didn’t mean to. I don’t think. But she wasn’t happy. Then I wake up.”

“So you do!”

“Just because we’ve all had odd dreams doesn’t mean it’s some vision of a previous life, Daniela.”

“But what if it means-”

“It’s a stupid dream!” Cassandra suddenly stood, slamming her hands on the table. Both her sisters flinched. “All it means is that we’re all screwed up in our own special way! You’re a touched starved brat, even though you get nothing but love an affection from everybody, Bela’s an anxious little baby who hates looking in the mirror and worries over Mother’s opinion, even though no one’s pushing her but herself, And I’m stuck being the ignored middle child who gets yelled at because of you two idiots!” She slammed her hands against the table again. Bela moved out of her chair to stand by her youngest sister. “Dreams. Don’t. ‘Mean’ anything.”

Daniela pursed her lips, and Cassandra couldn’t tell if the redhead was going to try and curse her out, or cry over being yelled at. Bela took one of Daniela’s heads, giving it a few small squeezes until she finally looked at her. They shared a silent exchange, looked back at Cassandra, and Daniela’s shoulders slumped.

“You don’t ever think it’s odd we were never babies?” She asked after a beat of silence.

Cassandra rolled her eyes. “Mother didn’t exactly give birth to us, Daniela. Mother Miranda created us.”

“From what?”

“How should I know? But I don’t think it was by picking some poor fools off the street.”

“I think you’re in denial.”

“I think you’re wasting my time.” She crossed her arms. “Dreams don’t matter. They’re too obscure to mean anything. If we were made from the corpses of other people, why would Mother not tell us?”

“I-I don’t know, maybe she thought it would hurt us!”

“Mother wouldn’t lie….” Bela shifted.

“But-”

Cassandra cut her off. “I think your delusions are getting the better of you. Again. You have one strange dream and turn it into a whole… thing.”

Daniela went to reply, then closed her mouth. “...Fine.” She crossed her arms, letting out a huff. “But I’m going to figure this out. I’m going to speak with Mother.”

Bela went to silently stop her sister, only for Daniela to turn into a swarm of flies and rush out of the library. The eldest gave Cassandra a worried look, but the brunette only rolled her eyes.

“Don’t give me that look. She’ll get over it.”

Bela sighed, tugging the sleeves of her dress.

“I hope so....”

#have a dumb thing #living for the girls having memories of their past lives and brushing it off #drabbles #cassandra #daniela #bela

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lovestuckyhatemarvel · 7 months

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And I’m watching episode 3 now. Let’s see how this goes.

1.) Day IDK how many of me adoring Max and El. Should I support El spying on the boys? No. Do I support it anyway? Yes. I support girl’s rights and girl’s wrongs.

2.) Oh wait, I support the girls because the boys are sexist.

3.) Oh suddenly now Hopper knows how to apologize after barging into El’s room while drunk? Like literally this could have been avoided if Hopper had just encouraged her to have a social life outside of Mike, because Mike being her whole world was actually bad.

4.) Oh, I forgot they chose to spy on Billy at random and El is seen by him. Also it was definitely happening simultaneously with him sacrificing someone, probably the coworker but it’s impossible to know for certain at this point because you don’t see the girl whimpering and the subtitles only say ‘girl whimpering’, not a name.

5.) It is very difficult to tell if Will is a player in a campaign and is forcing Mike to run one or if he’s dressed as Will the Wise as the DM for some reason, even though that doesn’t make sense.

6.) Does Jim Hopper not own anything other than his work uniform?????

7.) Jesus Christ, Hopper couldn’t look past his own jealousy to listen to Joyce for two seconds until she said ‘what if it’s them?’ Oh wait nvm, he’s still being a little bitch. And this makes no fucking sense because Hopper was always the person who listened her the first two seasons!

8.) I would have walked out in the middle of Hopper’s bullshit too, Joyce.

9.) Poor Max thinks El accidentally looked in Billy getting laid.

10.) Nancy dismissing Jonathan’s worries makes me mad. The Byers family all has Cassandra complexes or something.

11.) The shitheads working for the paper all definitely suck. Also, how is Nancy Drew an insult? She was a world traveling and beloved detective who always saved the day and had two best friends. And she had a boyfriend I never cared about. I wanted her with Frank Hardy.

12.) Dustin actually is shockingly right about what to look for in a date, but wrong about who Steve should date. Obviously Steve should date Eddie, who is off somewhere safe this season aka not existing.

13.) Okay Will does DM in season 3 for the first time. But Mike was the DM before that.

14.) Max and El are being Nancy Drews. <3 <3

15.) The only consistently good visual in Stranger Things is the Void that El finds people in.

16.) I just realized the entire group would benefit from a group chat or a Discord server. Would do them all a world of good to be able to be like ‘FYI looking into insane rats’ and others to be like ‘FYI there’s a missing cheerleader’ and for Will get to be like ‘FYI my friends are dicks and somehow this feels like the worst thing that has happened to me because I’m a child and losing friends actually is worse than going to a Hell dimension’

17.) Neither Steve nor Dustin know what an evil Russian looks like. Also Dustin doesn’t know how to fake a phone convo.

18.) The code gets translated episode 2 and cracked in episode 3. I swear every new season makes me realize how bad the Duffers are at pacing.

19.) Nancy really doesn’t wanna have a conversation about how this will get them fired. I love her and her big damn hero complex, I really do, but she’s gotta learn not everyone else is middle class enough to afford to do that.

20.) Oh finally Hopper has an adult conversation about his feelings. We needed more conversations like this.

21.) Will is the only person Mike readily apologizes to without being prompted. But also they totally forgot about hiw little spot in the woods.

22.)I forgot Will destroys Castle Byers. Oh this is actually really sad. Oh bud.

23.) There is clearly a light switch at the top of the stairs to the basement and no one uses it so is it broken or did they just ignore it for effect.

24.) Steve is such a pouty puppy in the rain. They are all absolutely soaked. ALSO ALREADY ROBIN AND STEVE HELD HANDS. BEST FRIENDSSSSSSS.

25.) Hopper got attacked by a Russian in the lab. Forgot about that. ANd by attacked I do mean got his ass kicked. Steve and Hopper have solidarity over being the protector and also occasionally getting the ass beatings of their lives.

26.) El just broke into Heather’s house. Also everyone was very stepford in there.

27.) Oh Billy got to see backstory of El looking bitchin’. Fun.

28.) WILL’S SPIDEY SENSES ARE TINGLING AGAIN.

29.) Well, I forgot they straight up drug the mom but knock the dad out with a wine bottle. I’m confused as to why they didn’t just drug both parents because both were drinking wine, but I guess they decided it was more dramatic? Anyway, I feel bad for Heather, not for Billy

#stranger things #stranger things rewatch #s3e3 #stranger things s3e3

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bikenesmith · 2 years

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Actually watching the movie sounds like torture but I’m am curious: from the leaks I got the feeling that America was less of a character in her own right and more of a plot device used for her powers, and certainly out of character. Like when making the movie they just wanted a dimensional teleporter character and not actually America Chavez and it shows. Is that something you’d say is accurate or no? Idk if you have any thoughts on America’s portrayal but I’d love to hear them.

Also Wendy… I’m wondering if there was any antiromanyism in her storyline beyond the child-stealing plot (which is a huge yikes obviously; perhaps less so because the mcu character is a whitewashed monstrousity as opposed to comics Wanda). I’m just wondering if they used any stereotypes either applied to mcu wanda in a “this is out perception of How Romani People Are, so here’s characterization for this character who should be Romani” or a repeat of the fortune teller costume thing.

If you don’t want to answer it’s fine it’s just hard to find someone who has a. seen the movie b. isn’t overwhelmingly positive c. isn’t an mcu wanda stan and you do seem open to giving your thoughts.

america/her powers were very much a plot device, but that said, she had some really nice character moments + she bounced off the rest of the cast, particularly dr strange, so well.

what was most frustrating to me was how she was being tossed between characters with little physical agency and no control over her powers. especially considering how powerful + self-assured she is in the comics pretty much from the moment she comes on the page! reminds me of how cassandra cain was nerfed in birds of prey. it would be very possible to rewrite the story to allow for ample america-beating-ass + ample multiverse-out-of-control-foolishness

hmmm. i have to say there is...something about the way elisabeth olsen is styled that speaks to a...decontextualized orientalism? it's difficult to explain, but popular visual shorthands for witches are heavily racially coded. similar to the antisemitic implications of green and/or big-nosed witches, there are also images of the witch that employ stereotypes about + bastardize visuals from brown + black culture. this caricature is related to the "fortune teller" antiromani caricature, the "voodoo witch" antiblack caricature, and more. the one wendy could possibly be referencing is more on the fortune teller side of things:

vaguely brown young to middle aged witch (often with light eyes) that has lots of "ethnic" jewelry ("ethnic" here meaning bastardized versions of roma, mena, and/or south asian culture), "ethnic" clothing, "ethnic" tattoos/makeup/markings, big bushy or dreaded hair, dark eyeliner + eyeshadow.

wendy emulates this some with the dark makeup, the darker, stripped down version of her costume, big hair, and black-stained fingers (i know this is a sign of corruption by the darkhold/dark magic/whatever but that doesn't lessen my point - connecting this "darker" wendy and "dark" magical items to an ethnically coded visual is an extension of the issue). maybe these visual examples showcase what im talking about?

cw images of white women in antiromani costumes:

but this is difficult to parse because these signifiers have been so absorbed into witch iconography that it's hard to know what is purposefully racist and what is not.

even if the creators don't even know wanda is roma, they may know of that caricature, whether they are aware of its racial undertones or not, and want to emulate it. they may connect it to her naturally, not out of direct knowledge of her roma identity, but by influence of the obscured orientalist + antiromani caricatures that have plagued some of her comics representations.

or! dark makeup can just represent her corruption + emulate tired, sick, or sunken eyes. the stripped down outfit can be for similar reasons, and the black on her fingers can be a reference to "getting your hands dirty". ample plausible deniability here, which is so often the case with this shit. part of why it makes it so easy to call poc's criticisms crazy + "reaching" 😵‍💫

but considering the other orientalist/appropriative visual aspects of the film (see dr stranges multiple arms as an obvious reference to hindu deities), it isn't that far fetched...

idk! again i default to roma peoples' judgements on this. am i looking into it too much? is it just impossible to tell? lmk

#meanstiel #x.txt #cw:#antiromani racism

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theogcinnamonroll · 2 years

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So uh, Andromeda Six is coming out with a new chapter. So in honor of that, here's a traumatizing dream sequence of my Tilaarin Traveler, Cassandra Peg'asi. Because God forbid I do anything that isn't just angst central.

Cassie’s heels clicked quietly against the polished stone floors as she wandered through the winding halls of the palace, the heavy skirts of her gown swishing around her. Once bustling halls were empty, leaving her completely alone from what she could tell. And despite her knowledge of every hallway, every room, every passage of the opulent palace, she couldn’t tell where she was. Or where she was heading. For once, the young princess was lost in her home, with no idea of where to go next. But she knew somehow that it was a special occasion. Or at least assumed, from the heavy gown of sparkling gold silk with black embroidery and the sparkling tiara balanced atop her curls. Finery that she only wore when operating in her official role as Princess. Lost in thought, she continued walking through the winding halls, lifting her skirt to keep from tripping on it as she moved faster.

In the corner of her eye, she could see black wisps that almost looked like people. But whenever she turned to look, there was nothing there. And as she kept walking, she began to hear whispers, sounding like they were far away at first, but growing louder and louder with each step.

“Cassandra…”

“Cassandra, where were you?”

“Did you just leave us to die?”

“This was all your fault. If you’d never shown him those passages…”

“How could you be so selfish? Why didn’t you stay?”

“Why didn’t you die with the rest of us?”

“Of course you’d leave us all to die. You’re the most useless out of all of us.”

“Typical Cassandra. Shirking her duty for frivolous things.”

The insidious whispers pounding in her mind were the voices of her siblings. Nerissa. Auberon. Ecko. Elettra. Noa. Sorenn. Tavaris. Celest. Ven’dela. Arlo. Their rasping voices overlapping and growing louder, until the overwhelming cacophony of voices drowned out even the sound of her now running footsteps. And then a voice began to scream. A voice, she realized belatedly, was hers. Filled with pain, heartbreak, sorrow, and despair. A heart-wrenching sound that brought tears to her eyes, even as she reached up to clutch at her ears, bowing over as she tried to block it all out. Tried to keep out the blaming voices and the screaming.

Suddenly, the voices and the screaming stopped, and all was silent. Slowly, Cassie dropped her hands and began to straighten up, looking around in surprise as she found herself in the middle of the throne room. Unlike the rest of the palace, the throne room was bustling with servants. But as she looked closer, none of them had faces. With black mist covering up where their faces should have been. Gripping her skirts tightly, Cassie felt herself walk towards the thrones where her father and his wives usually sat, guided by some urge that she couldn’t describe or resist.

As she came closer to the throne, the crowd of servants suddenly parted, allowing her to see the opulent throne where her father, and generations of her grandfathers had sat ever since the Peg’asi took the throne. But the central throne was bare, with her father nowhere to be seen. In fact, the only person sitting there was the Stellar Queen, Ta’jean. Her mother.

Smiling gently at her daughter, the stern queen held out her hand to her. A rare show of affection to her youngest child, who had always caused her so much trouble. Dropping her skirts, Cassie reached out and took her mother’s hand, clasping it tightly. “Mother…” she whispered, forming tears starting to sting her eyes. “Mama… I miss you so much,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she fought to keep from crying. Her smile unchanging, Ta’jean reached out with her other hand and began to caress Cassie’s cheek, brushing away the welling tears. However, she said not a word, just kept staring at her with a blank, glassy look in her eyes.

And it was then that Cassie noticed the deep red spreading across the delicate pastel yellow of Ta’jean’s gown, staining the silk, something that would have usually drawn the queen’s ire. But she didn’t react to it, just kept smiling at Cassie. Dropping her hand, Cassie immediately leapt forward and pressed her hands against the open wound, bared by a tear in her dress, showing the sword wound piercing her chest. “No! Mother!” Cassie screamed, pressing her hands, already slick with blood against the wound, tears coursing down her cheeks. “No! Please, stay with me Mother! Don’t leave!” She knew that it was useless. That her mother was already gone. Gone and dead, and she was all alone. The last Peg’asi. But even if this wasn’t real, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t try to save her mother. Maybe she could at least change what happened in her dreams.

Ta’jean reached out again and touched Cassie’s cheek, her soiled hand leaving her mother’s blood smeared across her luminescent blue skin. And as she touched her, the servants melted away. All around her, she could see her family lying dead. Strewn about like puppets whose strings had been cut, with puddles of deep crimson staining the polished marble beneath them. And all Cassie could do was stare, her hands slipping away from her mother’s chest. “You should have died with us, Cassandra. You didn’t deserve to be the one to live. Not when it’s when your fault that we died.” As the Stellar Queen spoke, blood spilled from her lips, staining her sky blue skin and polished white teeth.

Cassie stared in horror, and she began to scream, scream as she had never before. Scream for her fallen siblings, for her mother, for her father and his poor wives. For everything that had happened. And because in her heart, she knew her mother was right.

Still screaming, Cassie awoke with a start, tears coursing down her cheeks as she sat upright in her bed. The scream died in her throat as she looked around her room wildly, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Burying her face in her hands, all she could do was cry. Cry and mourn her family. And wish that she had died alongside them so she wouldn’t have to feel that pain. That isolating loneliness. The despair and loss.

#andromeda six #andromeda 6 #andromeda six traveler #Tilaari #angst #nightmare #a6 traveler #a6

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Two Princesses Highlights

Yay, another fic in the Tangled Sister series is complete (this one being the six months between the movie and the series). It was mostly emotional growth and I'm extremely excited to get into The Coronation and back with the plot.

But because I'm now editing The Coronation I need to do a quick read through of Two Princesses to check everything lines up. So, here's my fave bits:

SPOILERS (OBVIOUSLY)

“Eugene.” Queen Arianna smiled softly. “I’m not going to lie, had you asked me as a new mother if I would be okay with my daughter dating a thief, I’d have probably said no.”

“Sound parenting.”

“But if you’d told me, after my daughter disappeared, that a thief would bring her back to me. Do you think there is any part of that statement that matters other than the fact my daughter coming home?”

-Chapter 1, Arianna talking to Eugene

“All I’m saying is that one of those girls is the baby we had stolen and the other is the biological child of her kidnapper...” his voice faded, his eyes raised and widened.

Arianna turned around quickly to see a teary-eyed Cassandra who had returned to help finish tidying.

-Chapter 2, this moment makes me very mad, but that means it works

“You’re a lot like your daughter.”

Arianna didn’t miss a beat. “Which one?”

-Chapter 2, Arianna is best mum, be it biological or adopted

Cassandra sighed but did as she was told. She had to close her eyes to fully visualize the scene. “You were never there.” Cassandra’s rebuttal started weak. “You don’t know the first thing about either of us. You would trade either of us in for another of those flowers. You’re a terrible liar. Your horrible sweet tone always gave it away you never meant the nice things you said. Your insults were terribly thought out. You’re an egocentric maniac and... You aren’t even that pretty.”

“Oooooh.” Cassandra opened her eyes to see Rapunzel’s grin, blushing as she realized she’d gotten so excited she’d been speaking out loud.

“You know, I think she’ll forgive you for killing her before she forgives you for that one.”

-Chapter 4, Cassandra deserved to let off steam but also Rapunzel commenting on Gothel valuing her appearance more than her life makes me giggle cause she's probably right

“Rapunzel didn’t run away in the middle of lunch. She’s a proper princess. It’s in her blood.”

“Is it now?” Arianna smiled.

“It is.”

“So that’s what makes a princess, her blood?”

Cassandra nodded.

“And would you say the same about a queen?”

Cassandra frowned then shrugged. “Yeah.”

“Oh, well I guess we better pack our bags then.”

-Chapter 5, Arianna just knows what to say and how to say it

“You were amazing,” Cassandra said.

“So were you,” Rapunzel responded.

Cassandra nodded, sitting back. “This kingdom... I like it.”

“It’s yours.”

Cassandra nodded. “And I’m going to dedicate myself to it. To the kingdom and to its people.”

Rapunzel sat up, she smiled. “So, you feel like you fit in?”

“I still don’t know how I feel about the title princess but... if it’s the role I play to serve my kingdom, then I accept.”

-Chapter 6, I'm just really proud of Cassandra and her loyalty to the kingdom

“It’s okay to feel a certain way, as long as you know it’s not true.” They kept walking. “Rapunzel has told me many things about you, perhaps more than she should have.”

-Chapter 9, Frederic to Cassandra. Arianna does most of the emotional labor for the girls because of the way she is, but these words specifically Cassandra comes back to a few times because they just work well for her. Sometimes when comforting people we center so much on pointing out the falseness of the statements that we fail to validate the emotions behind those statements.

Cassandra doesn't adapt as fast as Rapunzel, she isn't as optimistic or trusting. But that's okay, and Frederic lets her know that here.

“Apple and Pear? Good choice of street names, truly there is little more threatening than fruit.”

-Chapter 12, Eugene teasing the new outlaws

“I’m a good fighter.”

“Not with a sword to your throat you aren’t. No shame in that. Neither would I.”

-Chapter 13, exchange between Cassandra and Eugene who still bicker in this AU but are a lot closer. The fact Eugene doesn't take this moment to just tease Cassandra abut instead reassured her a bit, I just like it.

"But you wanted to play hero. You wanted to capture the bad guys. That’s a guards’ job, not a princess’. Am I clear?”

-Chapter 16, Frederic after Cassandra is back safe. This didn't become the chapter title for nothing. I like this because at this point Frederic knows Cassandra trains with the guards each morning, yet he throws her title at her as though that invalidates her goals. But it clearly comes from a place of love, his a father who just saw his daughter with a knife held to her throat and he is worried.

The fact he drops the entire matter moments later to address a more serious issue shows that he cares about her well-being however, we now know he is willing to cause harm if it means protection. (These chapters are meant to justify Frederic's protectiveness later on, as his protectiveness comes as a response to real recent danger).

“I want to reassure you, Cassandra, I will never hit you, I will never hurt you in that way, ever. And nobody in this castle may lay a finger on you. If they do, you come straight to me. Because that is not okay.”

-Chapter 16, Frederic is to the point, simple, direct.

Their past was set in stone and all that changed was the context.

-Chapter 16

Arianna waved her hand dismissively. “There’s several more boxes in the basement, sure they’re old but every year there’s less as more and more get broken. That’s just part of living in a castle, everything is old and valuable and irreplaceable , but things still get broken. It’s okay. I promise you, it’s okay.”

-Chapter 18, when everything is priceless and irreplaceable, sooner or later something had to break and Arianna in my mind, is probably bored of it being treated like a big deal. In this scenario she's calming the girls but I hate to think how many panicked servants she's had to reassure over the years.

“Ah,” Eugene glanced sideways at Cassandra but instead of pity he grinned. “People around these parts get real sensitive about that whole hitting children thing. Huh? Come on, children have teeth, they’re not defenseless!” The dramatic tone made it clear it was a joke, the way he carefully watched Cassandra and Rapunzel for a reaction showed he was being careful about it.

Eugene was smart enough to know Cassandra needed a space that took her seriously, her new parents who she refused to call that, but she also needed a space where an instinctive action like flinching would not be met with silent pity, where the conversation didn’t need to end just because of things that happened in the past.

-Chapter 19, Eugene in the show had some really good moments of emotional intelligence... and a lot of moments of being stupid for comedy. I much prefer Eugene being funny by being witty with Cassandra so he gets more emotional intelligent moments. Plus, he probably knows what bad childhoods are like and can relate to the girls better than most people in the castle.

“Raps!” Cassandra stepped back. “We hadn’t broken any rules yet, you don’t tell them we were going to!”

-Chapter 20, Rapunzel's too innocent for rebellion Cassandra, you should have known better

“I’m not letting Eugene win.”

“Win what? The competition is a made-up game in your head?”

“That I will win!”

-Chapter 20, Cassandra and Rapunzel teasing each other and having fun, makes me happy

Cassandra turned around, looking up at the man, her eyebrows were furrowed. “How are children made?”

The captain had a list of things in his head he expected the girl to be worried about, the coronation, her duties to the kingdom, the danger lying beyond the castle walls... this hadn’t been on the list or even in the book. “Sorry, children?”

-Chapter 21, poor Captain, he was not ready.

Rapunzel smiled. “Eugene’s gone to his room to pout.”

“There is no better admission of defeat.” Fidella ran over to nuzzle Cassandra. “Got your brush back! Did the bad man take it? Yes, the bad man did.”

Rapunzel shook her head. “Don’t teach the horses to dislike Eugene, Max has always told them all about his history.”

Max huffed as if to say obviously.

-Chapter 22, Cassandra and the animals vs Eugene

This palace, where there were two people who called themselves her parents and loved her in all the ways Cassandra had begged Gothel to.

-Chapter 22, this really does express Cassandra's journey at this point perfectly. She knows she's loved. Yet they aren't yet her parents, they are people who call themselves her parents. And she knows Gothel didn't love her, that doesn't mean she doesn't remember longing for that love.

Not just the kingdom of corona.

Her kingdom, Corona.

-Chapter 22, one thing she has however accepted is the kingdom, and that she had a place in it. And though she'll struggle to fully understand her place, her loyalty to Corona is unwavering in this AU

Anyway, so there you go. Having read the entire fic through in one sitting, I realize just how focused on Cass this is, it makes sense. Rapunzel is very accepting and easy-going, she adapts well to new situations. Cassandra I imagine would find it harder.

And this fic centered around the girls settling in.

Oh well. We're going back into plot now so more of all the characters coming soon!

#tts fanfiction #tts fanfic #tangled the series fanfic #tangled the series fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

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[Timari idea with a side of Batfam salt, only a tiny bit] Tim leaves Gotham and the Batfam after a bad/dumb argument. No matter where they look Tim has covered his tracks and doesnt want to be found. They never give up hope of finding him though, at least to apologize. Years later they are in Paris looking into the famous MDC for outfits for an upcoming event (she couldn't go to Gotham due to recent 'health' issues) and stopped at a barkery on their way. They just weren't expecting to find Tim behind the counter kneeding dough with his celebrating in-laws, gorgeous three month pregnant wife and his three year old daughter giggling as she sprinkled flour on him.

Ditched and Hitched

It was very hard to make this light, so I made it medium.

“None of you understand what the problem is!”

Tim screamed at his family as they all gathered in the Batcave. All he wanted was time off, he needed the time off, but they said ‘no’!

“And tell us Drake,”

Damian replied snidely as he glared at the man in front of him.

“What is this problem that you have encountered that not even you and your worthless mind need a year away from protecting your city?”

Tim glared at the child, glared at his whole family. He fiddled with the silver band that he always wore under his glove, he wore it in the open too. ‘World’s Greatest Detectives’ his butt. There was a reason they did everything small and behind the scenes. The only people that knew were Cassandra, Alfred, and Jason since they were the only ones he could trust. Unfortunately, neither were here at the moment, Cass being in Hong Kong and Jason was on a mission with the Outlaws. He knew he should have waited for one of them to be here to back him up, but he couldn’t! He needed to leave by tomorrow, the day was getting closer and he had to be there!

“Look, I can still help with cases, but I won’t be here in person to do them. All I need is some time, why is that so bad?!”

“You know exactly why Tim.”

Batman all but growled, his lenses narrowing into small slits that would intimidate anyone that didn’t know who he was. Tim growled and pulled at his hair in frustration,

“I’m not like you Bruce! The mission doesn’t always come first for me! I’m not trying to end up miserable like you are!”

Tim yelled, regret immediately coursing through him. The cave was silent, but no, Tim had the right to be angry, he deserved to be able to finally gre himself if this!

“I’ve done so much for all of you! I’ve done every task, followed every rule, I’ve done nothing wrong! When Damian tried to kill me continuously and all I did was defend myself, I’m the one who got lectured to ‘be the bigger person’! When Bruce was presumed dead and I had proof that he was still alive you said I was insane and threatened to send me to Arkham! And when I proved that I was right and brought him back I didn’t even get a single apology! I run your d* business every single day with no complaints, I help you with last minute cases even though I’m already in the middle of other important things! I’ve done so much, and when I ask for one simple thing, I’m denied!”

Tim panted for breath, face flushed scarlet with rage. It was dead silence, a silence where even the small minuscule drops of water that dripped from the stalactites could be heard as if amplified by some kind of speaker.

Dick’s face was pale in horror, regret, and surprise. Like the man didn’t know that Tim still remembered what happened, still held onto the hurt and pain that he caused. Damian looked up indignantly, but he could see the traces of sorrow and regret. Damian had grown so much in the past years, changed for the better. It was obvious he regretted his younger-self's decisions. Bruce though, his face was as unreadable as ever. But Tim had spent literal years reading the man, first through a camera lense on rooftops, then by his side. Bruce felt hurt by his son's words, but he wasn’t going to change his decision, the stubborn and obstinate fool he was.

Tim took in a deep breath and slowly released it. He didn’t have time for this, she was waiting for him and he needed to go.

“Alright, I resign as a superhero.”

Tim stated in a voice void of all emotion. His face a neutral façade that he had mastered long before he ever met Bruce.

“WHAT?!”

Dick yelled in shocked alarm. Tim quickly turned toward the changing rooms and began to remove the uniform for the last time. There was an insistent knocking on the door, Dick telling him to stop and that they could work this out. But they couldn’t, Tim couldn’t do this anymore. This family was no longer his first priority, not anymore, not for a long time now. It was painful, thinking this would be the last time in this uniform, last time using the name that he carved for himself.

He folded the uniform with a quiet reverence, even as the frantic voice outside the door grew louder. A single tear slipped down his cheek, landing on the firm fabric that had protected him for so many years. Stealing himself and gathering up all of his courage to finally do this. To finally walk away and be free from the toxic expectations that surrounded him. He opened the door and before Dick could try to stop him he shoved the suit into his arms and quickly left upstairs to say goodbye to Alfred and leave. He didn’t need anything here, all of his valuables had moved far away from here long ago.

“He’ll come back.”

Dick frantically said to himself as he hugged his little brother's suit to his chest. Tears of hurt and regret burned down his cheeks like a waterfall of acid.

“Tim always comes back. He just needs some time…..he’ll come back”

Dick whispered to himself, willing himself to believe his own words. Because he can’t lose another little brother. He loved his little brothers. Tim would come back. Dick believed that his statement was true.

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4 Years Later

Tim hadn’t come back, and no matter what they did or where they looked not even Oracle could find him. Tim was good like that, if he didn’t want to be found, no one would ever be able to see him again unless he wanted you too. The lack of the scent of coffee and the lack of tired mumbling made a hole in the family that could never be filled no matter what they did. It felt…..wrong not having to tell a little caffeine gremlin to go to sleep, or having to carry said gremlin to their bed after he collapsed from exhaustion. But even though it felt like a grievous mistake, life went on, and there was nothing that they could do about it.

It was almost time for the annual Wayne Gala, and they had finally been able to get an audience with the famous and mysterious MDC. They were supposed to come to Gotham, but because of sudden “health issues” they requested that they come to Paris, France to meet them. They were supposed to meet the designer tomorrow, but until then they would wander the city just to tour it for once instead of being on some kind of mission.

“Hey Bruce, let’s go get a treat!”

Dick yelled out while pointing to a small quaint bakery at the corner of the street. Bruce sighed at his hyperactive son who was most definitely a sugar addict.

“Alright, come on Damian. Let’s go see what there is.”

Damian simply nodded and followed his father and older brother. Damian had rarely ever spoken since the night Tim had left fearing he would say something terribly and irrevocably wrong. He didn’t want anyone else to suffer from his words again.

They walked into the bakery and were greeted with loud giggles and a small fake offended gasp.

“Luna! How could you do that to me?”

Asked a very familiar voice in dramatic betrayal. There were 5 people at the back of the store, everyone except the man with black hair giggling softly to themselves. Suddenly a cloud of white shot up into the face of the man followed by a high pitched,

“Smoke bomb!”

The near silent giggles turned into fits of laughter. As the man wiped the flour from his face, a small smirk on his lips. Dick held his breath while tears began to well up in Bruce’s eyes as the familiar face of his son came into view. Damian stared blankly in shock, fists clenched in hope and fear. Deep steely blue eyes shown when the man opened his eyes and they all knew exactly who he was. Dick quietly gasped out,

“Tim?”

And the man turned to them with a bright smile that quickly faded to shock, and then guilt. Tim gulped, his body tightening up anxiously until a women with dark black hair gently grabbed his hand in reassurance.

“Daddy! Who are they?”

The little girl asked. Bruce’s eyes widened completely as all of the bar’s jaws dropped in surprise at what the little girl had just called him. Their gazes turned to the girl, black hairs just like the woman who held Tim’s hands, eyes the shade of Tim’s if not a bit lighter. She had the face of the woman, but the nose of Tim.

Tim carefully picked up his daughter, sitting her against his hip as the older couple that was also there stood behind the two in a protective manner. Tim took a deep breath before he said,

“Hey, it’s been awhile. I’m….I’m sorry about that. I’d like you to meet my wife and children.”

He said with false courage as he stepped out from behind the counter.

“This is Marinette, our daughter Luna Cassandra Dupain-Cheng, and our little surprise on the way.”

Tim said with a content smile as he placed a gentle hand on Marinette’s slightly round stomach. The Bat’s were speechless as they stared at the family, the family that no one had even known about. Tim could feel his nerves spike at the silence, but Marinette and his daughter clinging to his side kept him grounded. Damian was the first to move, his steps slow and even. Tim felt his heart rate spike bracing for words of hatred and malice, but instead was met with…..a hug?

Yep, it was definitely a hug, and oh. His shirt was getting wet we’re Damian’s head lay against his shoulder. Tears of his own welled up as he removed his hand from Marinette’s and hugged his younger brother. He could feel his daughter try to wiggle out of his grip and broke the hug to set her down. She quickly ran up to Dick and pointed at him with a bright smile and glowing eyes.

“Daddy! Daddy! Is he the acrobat that can fly?!”

She practically squealed. Tim, once again hugging Damian smiled at his daughter as tears ran down his face,

“Yes Sweetheart, that’s Uncle Richard. This is Uncle Damian, and say hi to Grandpa Bruce.”

Luna was like a flash of lightning, quickly attached to Bruce’s leg with a wide smile.

“Hi Grandpa! It’s nice to finally meet you!”

She said cheerily with a high pitched voice filled with wonder. Bruce looked up from where his little granddaughter—oh gosh, he had granddaughter—and saw Dick hugging both of his brothers, his sons. Carefully bending down he picked up the small child and quickly pulled all of his children into the tightest embrace.

Ding

“Hey Pixie! What going-“

Damian, Dick, and Bruce turned their heads towards the very familiar voice and saw Jason standing there stock still, obvious panic in his tense form.

“Uncie Jay-Jay!”

Luna cried with pure joy from the middle of the hug pile. The recognition and excitement in her voice, a clear indication that this was not Jason’s first time here. Needless to say he turned right out while he yelled,

“I’ll come back later.”

Dick was going to give the lecture of a lifetime when he was finished cuddling his baby brother. After the hug the three of them turned to where Marinette was standing off to the side, a smile on her lips and tear tracks on her cheeks. Tim cupped her cheeks while rubbing the tracks away with his thumb while he whispered comforts and questions to her that she responded to just as quietly. When he was done fretting Marinette approached them giving all of them cheek kisses.

“It’s nice to finally meet you all. I know this must be a shock to all of you.”

“Understatement of the century.”

Damian mumbled as he crossed his arms.

“But I want you to know that Tim has been nothing but kind and loyal. He has spoken many things to me about you, and I know that even if you have made some terrible choices with him, that you are good people at heart. We welcome you to our home.”

“Thank you.”

Bruce whispered before he pulled Marinette into a gentle embrace that she quickly returned.

“Thank you for looking after him for us.”

Marinette let out a small giggle and smiled at her husband. They looked after each other, neither would have been able to survive if they hadn’t stuck together. Things were rough at first due to distance and so many other variables. But now things are good. A new family formed, and the family reunited. Paris really is the city of love and surprises.

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yourdeepestfathoms · 3 years

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self-help

y'all liked my first fic, so here is another!

TW: Blood and injury; wound descriptions

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“Are you all alright?” Alcina asked, looking over each of the three creatures assembled in front of her. The blonde was slightly roughed up, but still stood up tall; the brunette bore a particularly nasty cut across her cheek, though it didn’t seem to bother her; and the redhead was slathered in man blood from getting to kill the intruder that had foolishly entered their castle and tried to murder them.

“Yes, Mother,” the blonde said, always quick to answer Alcina.

Alcina nodded. She looked at her other two daughters. “And you two?”

“I’m okay,” the redhead chirped. She seemed delighted to have killed something that day.

The brunette lightly touched the cut on her cheek, winced, then nodded, “I’m fine. It isn’t that bad.”

“We should still make sure any of that man-thing’s filth didn’t get into you,” Alcina said. She opened an arm and began guiding her middle child down one of the hallways. “Daniela, do what you will with the body. You’ve earned it.”

The redhead perked up, beaming, and bounded down a different hallway to where the corpse of the man had been left. Once she was gone, only the blonde was left behind in the foyer, and the girl instantly doubled over with a moan of pain, holding her stomach.

“Fuck,” Bela hissed. She was lucky for the dark material of her dress or else the blood seeping through the fabric would have easily been seen by her mother and sisters, and worrying them was the last thing she wanted. It was her own fault that she was shot. There were better things for them to focus on, anyway. Like Cassandra’s cut! Yes, that was definitely more important. She didn’t need any help.

Bela stepped forward and immediately crumpled to her knees when a spasm of pain rippled through her stomach. She bit down firmly to keep from crying out and tasted blood when her teeth pierced her tongue. Usually, the metallic tang would be rather appetizing, but something about it right now made her guts churn and twist up into knots, which definitely didn’t help her discomfort.

Kneeling, still holding her stomach, Bela rocked back and forth while taking several calming breaths. Breathing deeply furthered the strain in her stomach, while not breathing at all just made her chest hurt- she couldn’t win. All she could do was grit her teeth and bear with it like she did with everything. Don’t be a burden, don’t be a burden.

“Lady Bela?”

Bela looked up. A wiry, ash brown-haired maid was lingering at the opening of one of the cavernous hallways, shifting on her feet. Her dark amber eyes displayed nervousness, curiosity, and worry. The last emotion wasn’t an uncommon thing to see, at least towards Bela. Because of her general politeness to the castle workers, they tended to show more concern over her. The perks of not killing them for no reason, she supposed.

“Yes?” Bela said, forcing her voice to stay level and not quaver beneath the fiery edge of her own agony. She didn’t want to cause a scene, but she especially didn’t want to cause a scene in front of a maid. That was almost as bad as her sisters seeing her in such a state--though, for what it was worth, the maids wouldn’t tease her endlessly.

“Are you alright?” the maid asked, taking a small step forward. She was looking Bela up and down, most likely searching for any wounds, and Bela once again thanked Mother Miranda for black fabric.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Bela answered. At the same moment, however, a second wave of pain roared through her and her vision was suddenly spotted by black snow. Did someone open the window? And how long had snow been black? None of her books ever said anything about this…

“Lady Bela?”

Bela blinked harshly, and the storm disappeared. No windows were open. Snow was not black. The maid got closer.

“Ahh--” Bela swallowed hard. “Yes?”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” The maid seemed to be trying to hold herself together. She was probably fearing for her own life if something happened to one of Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters under her watch. Bela would prefer to not have this one die, as she was nice enough to actually check on her instead of ignoring the situation like other maids would, even if Bela denied her physical state when she asked how she was.

“Yes, yes,” Bela said, nodding. “I’m alright. Just…stomach cramps?”

The maid blinked. “Do you even go through a menstrual cycle?”

Bela splayed her fingers open with a shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

The maid actually laughed, which was a rare thing to happen. But the laughter was quickly cut off when her eyes focused on something, clouding over with concern, and Bela realized she was staring at her hands.

There was blood on her hands.

Her blood.

Bela balled her fists and cleared her throat. She looked up at the maid. “Go.”

The maid opened her mouth, but thought against whatever she was planning on saying, not wanting to test Bela’s civility--not that Bela would have hurt her if she had stuck around to speak whatever was on her mind. She dipped her head and scurried off, glancing over her shoulder as she went.

Bela sighed. She wiped her hands on a part of her dress that wasn’t damp. She needed to do something about her problem before her mother or one of her sisters found out.

Standing up was difficult, and Bela was sure Cassandra or Daniela, most likely both, would have teased her if they saw her like this. When she began to walk, she felt blood slither in slow trails down her legs, itching her skin. She fought the urge to scratch until she made it to the privacy of her bedroom, then instantly began shredding her dress with her claws, throwing the tatters of wet fabric to the floor to be picked up later. Once the gown was off, she turned to her mirror to inspect the damage.

Red. The entire front of her body was smeared in red. And beneath the red, there were holes, some as small as her pinky, some as big as a coin, each even darker than the blood and packed full of shrapnel.

Bela had been a fool to go after the man-thing on her own. As reckless and wild as Cassandra and Daniela were with their fighting, they were strong, much stronger than she was. She had seen them withstand vicious stabs and strikes and shots that would have killed any normal person and keep slashing their claws as if nothing had happened, but it took a blast from a shotgun to put her down. She was so blinded by the idea of killing the intruder to impress her mother that she didn’t even think to create an actual plan until she became well-acquainted with leaden bullet chunks against her midsection.

The buckshot was evenly spread out along her abdomen, and maybe it could have passed as paint splattered all over her body if it wasn’t for the malevolent grey peeking out from liquid red. There was a particularly large cluster of holes on her left side, where an entire chunk of meat had been blown free from her waist, but they reached all the way over to her navel and up to the underside of her chest. The bullet pieces were the seeds of her agony, and she desperately needed to reap them from her flesh.

Bela began rummaging through one of her drawers, straining the lead lodged in her skin, and pulled out an old cotton gown she hadn’t worn in years. She walked over to the rocking chair in the corner near the window and sat down. She loved this chair, and it was a shame that it was going to be bled all over, but wood was easier to clean than cloth. She didn’t want to risk staining her bed right now.

Biting down on the gown, Bela began going over the buckshot. There were eighteen holes in total, all of them full of lead. She nearly miscounted a few times because she thought some of them were empty, but then realized the bullets were just buried in her tissue. There was one in particular that she didn’t even see, but could feel shifting around beneath her flesh like a hungry maggot. It made her stomach roil in disgust.

This was not going to be fun.

Bela’s hands were shaking as she brought them down to her stomach. Simply brushing the skin sent waves of torture shivering through her nerves, and she didn’t even want to think about what it was going to feel like to actually remove the slugs, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She couldn’t just leave them inside of her.

Taking a deep breath and biting down hard on the gown, Bela stuck her pointer finger and thumb into one of the holes. Instantly, her vision flashed black, then red, and then white, and she was sure she had passed out for a few eternal seconds. Even when she pried her eyes back open, all she saw was a messy mishmash of swirling colors, and she wondered if she had somehow gone blind. But then sight slowly oozed back to her, and she was able to see the grotesque image of her fingers stretching the edges of a bullet hole.

She swallowed down acidic bile and grasped the sides of the piece of lead.

For a moment, the stubborn little thing didn’t want to come out, and Bela began to fear that it was just a part of her now, forever fused with her flesh, burrowed within her like a leaden parasite, but then it popped out with a small spew of blood and she was able to catch her breath. She dropped the ball, which was no bigger than her pinky finger, and watched it bounce across the floor before rolling beneath her bed. She would get it later. Right now, she had its stupid siblings to deal with.

Breathing in deeply again, clamping down on the gown like before, Bela dug her fingers into a second hole that looked easy enough to scoop out. And it was, surprisingly. The blood proved to be a helpful lubricant and the bullet slid right out when she tugged, not bothering to put up a fight. She peered at it for a moment, squinting her watery eyes.

“You are an asshole,” she spat.

The bullet winked at her in response, the bright red blood coating its surface catching on the light inside the room and making it twinkle like a ruby. She flicked it away, and it left a line of crimson across her polished floors. She would clean that up later, too.

Third time’s a charm. Bela prepared herself again, breathing in and biting down, and dove into the next hole.

She didn’t know why she thought the process of pulling out bullets would suddenly be easier just because she succeeded with the first two. She was an idiot when she had gotten shot and she was an idiot now, trying to rid herself from the consequence of her actions.

Her claws slipped on the slickness of her blood and accidentally pushed the bullet in deeper.

Bela would have screamed if it weren’t for the blood that crawled up her throat, clogging her esophagus. She coughed, thinking that the bullet was going to come out of her mouth, and red splattered across her bare chest, staining her bra. Tears sprang to her eyes and poured down her cheeks. Her shaking hands hovered over the hole, but she couldn’t see the slug anywhere.

“Oh no, no, no, no,” Bela muttered. Did she push it so deep it breached one of her organs? What would happen if it did? How was she going to get it out?

She tried to stretch the edges of the wound, but stopped when she nearly threw up from the pain. She sobbed. What was she going to do? Bela leaned back against the chair, causing it to rock slowly. Maybe she could just leave the bullets inside of her. They probably wouldn’t kill her. She and her sisters were able to endure more than normal creatures could, so it would probably just be very uncomfortable. For the rest of her life.

She swallowed blood and bile. Having to spend the rest of eternity like this didn’t sound very appealing. In fact, it sounded like the complete opposite of appealing. Unappealing.

A sound snapped Bela out of her muddled thoughts; the doorknob was wiggling. Someone was coming into her room.

Lunging forward, nearly slipping on a tiny puddle of her blood, Bela slammed the door shut before it could be opened completely and pressed her weight against it. From the other side, she heard a noise of surprise.

“Bela? What is the meaning of this?”

Her heart sank into her bullet-infested insides. It was her mother. She just slammed the door in her mother’s face. Oh, she was in for it now.

Bela nearly opened up right then and there and got down on her knees to apologize, but one glance down at her horribly-scathed body made her think better of it. She had told Alcina that she was fine, and now she needed to live up to it, even if she felt like she was being swarmed and eaten by her own insects. She had to swallow down her hopeless devotion to her mother to keep her from worrying over her.

“Sorry,” Bela said, hoping her voice wasn’t wavering as much as she thought it was. “I, uhh-- I thought you were Cassandra or Daniela. They always barge into my room without knocking. I don’t appreciate it very much.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie, but she still didn’t feel good about making up an excuse.

From out in the hallway, Alcina was quiet for a moment, and Bela wondered if she was going to break down the door and let herself in. But then she chuckled and said, “I see. I remember the time you tried to set traps for them when they kept interrupting your reading time.”

Bela laughed, which morphed into a groan of pain when her stomach strained. SHe masked it with a cough, then replied, “They were good traps!”

“Darling, you set up a board full of nails for them to step on.”

“My point still stands.”

“And a tripwire that would trigger a pot to swing into their face and knock them out.”

“You got to admit that it was pretty impressive that I was able to make that.”

Alcina chuckled again. “Yes, you have always been my most resourceful little one.”

Bela’s chest warmed with pride. The praise momentarily made her forget about the pain she was in.

“Now, can you let me in? I need to talk to you.”

And like that, the pain was back, the soothing warmth chased off by icy cold dread. Did her mother know? Did that maid snitch on her? She swallowed thickly.

“Umm-- can’t we just talk like this? It’s just as effective.”

“I would prefer it if I was able to see you when I speak to you,” Alcina said. She paused for a moment. “Why can’t I come in?”

“I’m-- I’m naked.”

Also wasn’t a lie, technically.

Alcina was quiet for a moment.

“Bela, I watched you come out of a mass of insects as naked as a babe. I do not think there’s anything left to be seen that I don’t know about already.”

You’d be surprised, Bela thought, looking down at her marred form.

“It’s-- it’s just embarrassing for me!”

Alcina sighed. “Then why don’t you put some clothes on?”

Realizing she wasn’t going to get out of this conversation, Bela said, “Right! Okay!” And then began scrambling for something to wear. The exertion made the two empty bullet holes pucker like hungry mouths and drool out even more blood that drizzled down her legs like snakes. She didn’t have time to clean herself up, so she just threw on the first gown she could reach in one of her drawers--a dark blue one she had sewn herself--wiped her hands off, kicked the tattered black dress under the bed, and smeared the blood on the floor until it couldn’t be seen against the hardwood. Then, she put on the most believable, while also innocent expression of normalcy and opened her door.

“My lady,” she said with a wide sweeping motion of her arm, trying to be funny, trying to hide the fact that she was in immense pain and simply being on her feet made her lightheaded, trying not to worry her mother.

Alcina didn’t laugh at her joke. She seemed rather suspicious as she ducked into the room--not that Bela really blamed her. She was definitely being very suspicious.

“What did you want to talk about?” Bela asked, looking up at her mother.

Alcina looked around her room, but Bela had been smart enough to clean the floors. Not well, but they were clean. When she found nothing, she studied Bela, and Bela held herself as she usually did--maybe a bit too formally.

“I just wanted to check on you all after the attack,” Alcina finally answered, meeting her eyes. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, Mother,” Bela said, and she hated lying to Alcina, but she didn’t have a choice. She hated being a burden even more and that was all she was going to be if Alcina found out about her wounds.

“Are you sure?” Alcina narrowed her eyes at her.

“Yes, Mother,” Bela repeated. Then, trying to change the subject, she asked, “How is Cassandra?”

“She’s okay,” Alcina answered. “She will heal. The cut wasn’t very deep.”

“And Daniela?”

“Feasting. I wouldn’t go near her if I were you. She may just maim you and add you to her meal.” A smile came to Alcina’s lips, and Bela let herself laugh.

Unfortunately, that laughter quickly turned to coughing as her body seized with pain. She tasted blood as the bullets seemed to rattle within her, flesh clenching down around lead. She wiped her mouth before pulling her hand away.

“I wouldn’t put it past her.”

Alcina didn’t respond for a moment. Her entire face was knitted with great concern, and Bela already felt bad for worrying her.

“Bela, are you sure you are alright?”

For a fourth time that day: “Yes, Mother.”

Alcina wasn’t going to let it go that easily, it seemed, because she questioned further: “Have you caught a chill?” She walked over and pressed a hand to Bela’s forehead. Bela couldn’t help but lean into it, always eager to be touched by her mother. “You shouldn’t be coughing like that.”

“I just had a tickle in my throat.”

“I don’t like being lied to, Bela.”

Bela’s resolve nearly broke beneath her mother’s stern gaze, but she kept her facade from falling through sheer willpower alone. She said, “I’m not.”

Alcina’s eyes narrowed. She pulled her hand back and went to say something when she appeared to slip on something. Steadying herself, she looked down at the ground, and Bela’s breath caught in her throat when she realized what exactly her mother had staggered on.

Alcina bent over and picked up the buckshot.

Bela didn’t let her panic show on her face as Alcina examined the tiny lead ball. Its siblings, still lodged deep in her stomach, seemed to giggle at the predicament she was ensnared in when a fresh bout of pain quivered through her nerves. She stayed calm as flashing yellow eyes slid back over to her.

“Bela,” Alcina said slowly, and Bela already didn’t like the tone she was using. “What is this?”

Bela considered playing dumb, but then she remembered that she was the smart, bookish one. She could use her multitude of knowledge as an excuse.

“That’s buckshot, Mother. It comes from a shotgun. Did you know that they have enough firepower to blow a head off? It’s because it has several bullets in one shot instead of a singular one, which means more power behind each blast.”

Alcina held a hand up and Bela instantly shut her mouth.

“Why do you have it?” Alcina asked.

“I was studying it,” Bela answered. It was believable enough. It did sound like something she would do, but Alcina didn’t seem very convinced.

“Your blood is on this, Bela,” Alcina said. “Why is your blood on this bullet?”

“I-- I--” Bela’s act was beginning to crumble.

Alcina turned to her completely, clenching the buckshot in her fist. “Were you shot?”

“Mother, I--”

“Were you shot?”

“Yes,” Bela blurted, unable to hide it anymore. “But-- but it isn’t that--”

“Show me.”

“Wh-what?”

“Bela Dimitrescu, show me where you are hurt. Now.”

Flinching at her mother’s severe tone, Bela removed her dress and revealed the mess on her stomach and chest. When she heard Alcina gasp, she quickly said, “It isn’t that bad. You don’t have to worry about me, Mother. I can take care of it.”

“You fool!” Alcina exploded, and Bela flinched away. “What were you thinking?! Why would you hide this from me?!”

“I-- I thought I could--” Bela was having a hard time collecting her words. If there was one thing she really hated, it was when people raised their voices, even if it wasn’t directed towards her. When Cassandra and Daniela would get into fights, she always left the room and got as far away as possible so she wouldn’t have to hear them yelling. But, as bad as their shouting was, it was nothing compared to their mother when she was worked up.

“I--”

“I asked you if you were alright!” Alcina roared on. “If you were okay! You said you were! And then I come in here and find you with bullets in your flesh?!” She shook her head, nearly dislodging her hat from her head. “What do you have to say for yourself, Bela?”

Personally? Bela really wished they weren’t having this conversation when she didn’t have a shirt on.

Dipping her head shamefully, the only thing that Bela could manage was a pathetic, “I’m sorry, Mother.”

“Why can’t you just let me help you for once?”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” Bela confessed. “Or worry you.”

Alcina sighed and rubbed her face slowly. “Bela, I am more worried and disappointed because you hid this from me.”

Bela could only squeak out a feeble, “Oh.”

Alcina knelt down in front of her and lifted her chin. “Honey, why would I be disappointed in you for coming to me for help?”

Bela couldn’t meet her mother’s eyes. “Because-- because I got hurt. And I shouldn’t have. I’m a shitty fighter and got shot and I should have been stronger.”

“Your strength has nothing to do with this,” Alcina said. “Cassandra got hurt too, you know.”

“Cassandra probably didn’t care.”

“I beg to differ. You should have seen her while I was rubbing honey into her wound. She was wiggling around like a little worm!”

Bela laughed slightly, then whimpered immediately after. Alcina glanced at her bullet-filled body, then cupped her cheeks.

“Do you know what I would have done if you had died from these wounds?”

Bela tried not to look at her.

“I would have done everything in my power to get you back to me. I would tear down the sun and moon for you, my darling.” There was so much love in Alcina’s words, so much tenderness and care. Bela was drawn to it. “Please tell me you will come to me next time something happens. I cannot fathom the thought of you being in any more pain.”

Whether or not she actually would when the time came, Bela nodded. Alcina smiled at her warmly and placed a kiss against her forehead.

“That’s my good girl,” she said. “Now…” Her eyes slid down to the bullet wounds. “To handle this.”

“I tried to get them out myself,” Bela said. “I promise I tried. I got two out, but then-- but I couldn’t--”

“Shh,” Alcina stroked her hair. “You tried. That’s all that matters. But I am so proud of you, darling. It must not have been easy.”

Bela shook her head with a whimper.

“Alright,” Alcina stood up straight. “Come on. Lay on your bed. We need to get those little devils out of you.”

Bela didn’t disobey. She had already disobeyed enough for one day. She crawled onto her bed, whimpering each time her body bent in a way the bullets disagreed with. They felt like festering parasites inside her stomach. She was lightheaded.

“Mama,” she moaned. She was the last to stop calling Alcina such a thing. Cassandra was first, then Daniela, and when they both heard her still referring to their mother in that way, they teased her. While it had been done playfully, it was still enough to embarrass Bela and get her to stop to avoid risking further humiliation. But now she didn’t even care. She was far too uncomfortable to care about anything her sisters had to say.

“Mama…”

Alcina caressed the side of her face. “I’m right here, baby. Lay back for me.

Bela, as loyal as a hound, did as she was told. Her head rested against one of her fluffy pillows, but it did little to stop the room from spinning like a top. She looked over at Alcina anxiously, but her mother had an expression of focus and calm.

“Alright, my dove,” Alcina said, cupping one of her clammy, pallid cheeks. “I need you to lay as still as possible for me. Do you think you can do that?”

Bela nodded feebly.

“Very good. I’m going to start now, alright? Just stay still and breathe. I’ll work as quickly as I can.”

Another nod.

“Here I go.”

Even with the warning, Bela’s body still jolted when she felt the sharp stab of her mother’s claws against one of the bullet holes. Her eyes snapped open, but she was blind for several seconds before details bled back into awareness. To her own credit, she managed to keep from crying out, but only because she clenched her jaw so hard she chipped one of her fangs. Cassandra and Danieal were definitely going to tease her over that later, but it was the least of her problems at the moment.

The third bullet slid out with relative ease, lubricated by her blood, and, Mother Miranda, she was only just realizing she had fifteen more to go.

“One down,” Alcina said, flicking the buckshot to the floor. She lifted Bela’s chin to examine her broken tooth. “Hmm. It’ll grow back, don’t worry. It didn’t chip that much.”

“I was using a gown,” Bela said, her words coming out wheezy and weak. “To bite down on.” She pointed to the dress left on the rocking chair. “Can I use it again?”

Alcina followed her hand, spotting the bundle of fabric. “Oh, clever girl!” she praised, rubbing Bela’s head. She picked up the gown and gave it to Bela. “As I said before: you are my bright little daughter.”

Bela smiled shyly before biting down on the gown. She gave her mother an affirmative look to begin again.

The next three bullets went out smoothly--or as smoothly as little masses of lead wedged in sensitive tissue and muscle could be. But then Alcina got to one of the deeper slugs and it didn’t come out when tugged on, causing Bela to cry out and jerk away.

“Breathe, darling,” Alcina said, settling her back on her back when she tried to roll over. “Breathe. It’s alright. This one is a little deeper. A lot of them are going to be, but I need you to stay still and stay calm for me. Can you do that?”

“I-- I don’t know,” Bela said honestly.

Alcina frowned. She stroked her face, wiping away tears. “I know you can. You’re strong, Bela, regardless of what you think. And just know that I am so proud of you.”

Bela reached up to grab her mother’s hand. She pressed into the warm palm like a kitten seeking heat in the middle of a winter storm. Finally, she relented, “Okay.”

“Thank you, darling,” Alcina crooned. She went to return to her work, but Bela didn’t release her hand. “I need you to let me go, Bela.”

Bela was unwilling to part with the warmth, so Alcina did it herself, easily peeling her fingers away. She touched her cheek tenderly for a moment before saying, “Bite down and breathe, baby. I’m starting again.”

Bela did as she was told, grinding her teeth into the gown as claws returned to her sore stomach. She flinched, but didn’t try to squirm away again, grounding herself by grasping handfuls of the sheets beneath her.

Seven, eight, nine, ten… Alcina worked diligently, expertly removing the buckshot from Bela’s body. When she got to the eleventh one and it proved to be rather reluctant to leave its host, she stopped for a moment to give Bela time to breathe and prepare herself.

“You’re doing so good,” Alcina cooed, stroking Bela’s hair, which was wet with cold sweat. Bela had started to tremble at some point, though she didn’t exactly know when, but she hoped it wasn’t making the bullet removal harder than it already was.

“Mama,” Bela mewled. “It hurts…”

“I know,” Alcina hushed her. “I know. I’m almost done. Just eight more to go.”

“Hurry-- hurry--” Bela panted.

“Are you sure? You can wait a moment longer to catch your breath.”

Bela shook her head. “Please.”

Alcina pursed her lips, then nodded. “Alright. Here I go.”

Bela braced herself.

“Eleven…”

Bela breathed.

“Twelve…”

Bela bit down.

“Thirteen…”

Bela--

Bela screamed.

Bela screamed because the fourteenth bullet was buried deep within her flesh, burrowed in her warmth like a maggot in a corpse. She kicked out her legs and tried to yell for Alcina to stop, but blood mixed with bile lurched up the back of her throat and her mouth was clogged with fluids. Alcina ripped out the pellet with enough force to slit the edges of the hole with her claws, threw it to the floor, and then lifted Bela’s head so she wouldn’t inhale her own blood and choke. Bela coughed, staining her chest in a fresh layer of red.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry--”

“Shh,” Alcina stroked her thumb with her cheek. “Nothing to apologize for, darling. You’re doing very well. We’re so close to finishing.”

Bela looked at her, breathing heavily, her throat thick with blood. She didn’t know what to say, so she just nodded weakly. Alcina set her head back down on the pillow.

“Here we go, my sweet. Just a little longer.”

But Bela wasn’t able to handle it when the fifteenth was removed. She grabbed her mother by the wrist when she reached for the sixteenth one, clinging tightly.

“No more, no more--” Bela begged.

Alcina frowned. “I have to get them out, baby. You’re so close.”

Bela shook her head. “No, no-- can’t we-- can’t we just leave them in?”

“Bela. You’re smarter than that. You know we can’t.”

“But-- but it hurts,” Bela wept. “I can’t-- I can’t take it anymore. Please, Mama. Please just stop .”

Above her, Alcina looked incredibly worried. She ran her bloody claws through Bela’s hair, soothing her.

“I have to,” Alcina said. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Bela sobbed, but didn’t stop her.

With a cruel yank, the sixteenth bullet dislodged with a spit of blood. Bela shredded the sheets beneath her.

The seventeenth took some digging, with her mother stretching the tender edges of the hole with one hand, picking out flesh with the other. She nearly threw up at the disgusting squelching sounds that filled the air, but managed to save herself from the humiliation by swallowing hard.

The eighteenth, the one she had accidentally pushed in deeper, was the worst. It was like having a hot knife thrust into her soft stomach over and over again. She shivered with pain and blood loss as she felt the bullet being tugged on in her ragged flesh. It was a sickening friction of skin sucking against the force of her mother’s claws. She didn’t even know if it came out fully because her eyes rolled to the back of her head and everything went black.

——— ——— ———

Wiping her claws of blood, Alcina frowned down at her eldest daughter. Bela was unconscious. It seemed the pain was finally too much for her little body. Though, she made it all the way to the end. Alcina was expecting her to pass out a lot sooner.

And she said she wasn’t strong.

Scooping her up into her arms, Alcina carried Bela to her bedroom, telling a maid to clean up the bloody mess left behind. Once inside her chambers, she ran Bela a hot bath, washing her of all the blood that stained her body. The warm water seemed to rouse her daughter because shiny amber eyes peeked out from under heavy eyelids as she was cleaning out her hair.

“Mama,” Bela breathed out.

Alcina smiled at her lovingly. “Hello, my sweet.”

Bela looked around sluggishly. She seemed dazed. “I’m… huh?”

“You passed out,” Alcina informed her.

“The buckshot…?”

“All out,” Alcina reached out to caress her cheek. “It’s over. You did it. I’m so proud of you, baby girl.”

Bela, always wanting affection, pressed into her hand. “Finally…”

Alcina chuckled. “I’m just going to finish washing all this blood off and then you can lay back down. You need lots of rest to heal.”

“Can you…?”

Alcina smiled again. Her heart swelled with adoration and love towards her daughter.

“Yes, I will lay with you.”

Bela had definitely earned it.

#resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #dimitrescu family #resident evil fanfic #self-help #tw: blood #tw: wounds

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Oh, I have a request! How about the daughters (who love the reader very much) always taking the reader and practically stealing her every time she’s with Alcina? (Cuz we need more daughters and reader interaction 🥲) And maybe to the point of our precious big dommy mommy gettin ya know ya know jealous? ;)) HAHGSHAHAHAHA, that would be hilarious to see. Anyways, hope you’re havin’ a great time~ ✌🏻till next time!

I’m so sorry this took me so long anon! I’ve gotten more requests than I ever thought I would and I’m starting to get behind. This was a really sweet one to put together though- really enjoyed it!

Slight Gore warning for Cassandra! Nothing too detailed but it is referenced. If you don’t like it just skip her

Bela

Being the eldest sibling has made her the most level-headed of the three. After decades of ending squabbles between her younger sisters, she’s discovered the pleasures of retail therapy.

She takes great joy in popping off to neighboring villages for a few hours perusing the various aromatherapy shops.

And she takes even greater pleasure bringing you along. Dragging you, really. Even if you’re otherwise busy. Sometimes she’ll buy you a few scents or lotions that catch your eye.

She calls it “compensation for being dragged away from Mother,” but really she’s just happy to spoil you

Also loves asking you for literature recommendations. As vast as the castle’s library is, Bela had read through most of the literature over her lifetime

Is absolutely fascinated by modern day novels.

She takes you on a day-long shopping spree visiting five surrounding villages just blowing through money buying almost every book that peaks her interest

Most of your time together is spent relaxing in the library talking about your novels.

Eventually you’ve collected enough books to make an entirely new section in the library just for the two of you.

Even when cuddled up with Alcina in the library, there is simply no escaping Bela when she’s looking for recommendations or simply someone to talk to

At the end of the day, you really didn’t mind. You were more than happy to spend time with all the girls and happy they wanted to spend time with you.

You knew as annoyed as Alcina got when interrupted she found it incredibly sweet that her daughters will go out of their way to be with you

Cassandra (Cassi)

Suffers from middle child syndrome hardcore

She’s a bit too old to understand Bela’s interests, but too old to join Daniela in her delusional fantasies. So naturally, she tries to cling onto you.

At first she tries to convince you to enter the basement with her so she can show you her “Art Gallery,” but Alcina forbade it. So things between you and Cassi went quiet for awhile

Alcina says Cassandra is an artist of some sort and all her work is done in the basement

After about a month of silence Cassandra came barrelling into your private study with some kind of canvas in her hands

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much, y/n, but I’ve been working really hard on your gift.”

You gush, “oh Cassi, you didn’t have to make me anything. That’s so sweet of you.”

She eagerly flips over the canvas to reveal her painting of a human heart.

It was beautifully detailed, the heart really jumped off the page against the black background...but something was off about it. It took a minute for you to realize it but once you did, you couldn’t stop staring. The heart was painted with blood.

You were lost for words.

“Well?” Cassi, asked with a broad smile on her face. “Do you like it?”

All you could do at first was nod you head. “Oh Cassandra, its gorgeous. You really made this?”

The girl’s eyes were rapturous. “It’s my favorite hobby! But this particular piece was my first try at observational painting. I hope I did a good job...”

“Are you kidding Cassi? It’s beautiful! I’ve never seen anything like it. Can I hang it on my wall?”

She lunges at you, wrapping you in a suffocating hug. “Thank you, y/n. I made it a heart so you know how much we love having you here with us.”

Tears were starting to prick your eyes. “I love you guys, too.”

You looked up lust long enough to see Alcina walk in your study, roll her eyes and walk right back out.

Daniela (Dani)

Being the youngest Dimitrescu definitely has its advantages and Daniela knows how to use every single one.

Gets away with absolutely everything and anything under the sun. Even things her older sisters could only dream of getting away with and it irritates them to no end.

Daniela is definitely the most daring of the three. Always pushing her boundaries with her mother and will go out of her way to annoy Alcina just for funsies.

Is comfortable (and has) appearing in your bedroom while your, erm...busy with Alcina. Literally grabs you by the arm and swoops you away in a swarm of moths giggling the entire time. You hear Alcina shouting obscenities as you’re taken away.

You’re both thoroughly embarrassed.

Daniela seems to be, just like her mother, very needy. Attention starved if you will. So of course, she’s in need of your presence every hour. Sometimes more.

And for the dumbest freaking reasons!

“Y/n come quick! Look at the birds in the garden. They’re so pretty!”

You laugh at her excitement “They’re crows, Dani. We see them every day.”

Other times she will drag you to her room and pull out her vast collection of weapons and tell you different stories associated with each one. You loved hearing how passionate Daniela was about her collection.

On a few rare occasions, she even gifted you a set of daggers, or crossbow, or whatever your favorite weapon is.

“You don’t own any y/n, which means you’re vulnerable to attacks. One day I’ll teach you how to use them.”

BONUS: Alcina being absolutely done with her girls not sharing

Late hours of the night are Alcina’s favorite time of day

She gets to relax in bed with you all to herself while shedding away all the stresses from the day.

More often than not she’ll lazily sip a glass of wine and reread her favorite novel to you while you’re nestled in her lap.

It was the only time of day she knew she had you all to herself

...usually...

One night all three of her daughters barged in your bedroom arguing who you would spend time with first. Alcina tried shouting over them to take control of the situation, but none of them were even paying her attention.

Situations like this call for drastic measures.

Alcina covered your ears and shouted at her girls from the top of her lungs. Once she knew she had their attention she reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a...spray bottle? They were about to laugh at her before she explained that the spray bottle contained holy water.

That scared them enough to make them back up a few steps. Daniela even hisssed at her, baring her fangs like a feral animal.

“I am tired of you three stealing away my y/n and I’ve reached my breaking point. This is the one time of day I’m allowed exclusive time with them and I will not have you getting in the way of that.”

You couldn’t process what was happening before you. Was Alcina really prepared to spray her own daughters with holy water just because she wouldn’t get her cuddles tonight? Really?

Daniela felt bold tonight. “As if you would actually do it. I bet that’s not even holy water.”

Alcina only arched a brow. “Well you’re more than welcome to come see for yourself, Daniela. By all means.”

The redhead was about to do just that until Bela pulled her backwards. “I guess we can wait and see y/n tomorrow. Goodnight, mother. Goodnight, y/n.”

As soon as Alcina knew they were gone she fell back onto the mattress, pulling you with her, peppering you in kisses.

“Darling,” you ask. “Is that really holy water?”

She chuckles into your neck. “No, it’s not, and they should have known that. If it were I wouldn’t have been able to hold it without it making me feel ill. But they’ll figure that out eventually and once they do they’ll be back.”

“What then?”

“Pelting them with fake silver should do the trick.”

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