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rippersz · 2 months

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𝙰𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞 + 𝙻𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙰𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 (𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜) (SLIGHTLY NSFW):

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They are busy busy business ladies. Alcina runs the Dimitrescu Vineyard and often encounters all of the complexities that come with owning a company, while Larissa runs Nevermore and deals with her own pile of tasks each day. They’re fiercely independent like that, but even the strongest, tallest, most intelligent businesswomen have to find solace somewhere. In this case, it’s found in each other… and in you.

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ʚ♡ɞ Larissa’s top two love languages are Gift Giving and Quality Time. Physical Touch is a close third. She hates not spending time with both of you and does whatever she can to free up her schedule. It’s difficult, but she manages because you two are worth it. And date nights, vacations, even little trips to town are the things that keep her happy and smiling. She’s always the first to suggest you all go somewhere, and even if you or Alcina are especially tired, you fall prey to her big glittering blue eyes. As soon as her face falls and she starts to pout, Alcina makes a show of covering your eyes and her own with her hands.

“Oh draga (darling in Romanian) don’t look now. She’ll tempt us. Drag us off to Hell. She’s utterly insatiable.” And you’ll giggle while Larissa’s expression falls sharp and her eyebrow ticks up. “Hell? You don’t think I’m an angel?” And Alcina can only roll her eyes before pushing you off to grab your jersey while she swipes an arm around Larissa’s waist and brings her into a kiss. “You are an angel. Sometimes.” “And other times?” They both grin. “The most wicked devil I know.”

Her gifts are also always from the heart. Very sentimental, like a well-written card, or a niche thing from the Jericho antique shop that she thinks you’d like. For Alcina, it could be a very ornate wine opener, and for you it could be an old broach or a locket big enough to put a picture of your family in.

ʚ♡ɞ Alcina’s top two love languages are Gift Giving and Physical Touch. Acts of Service is a close third. The truth is, she has a lot of money. A lot. Like a lot. And she is eager to show it off and spoil you two. Now Larissa is just as proud a woman, and enjoys her freedom and independence to pick out her own wardrobe, but Alcina can’t help herself. Larissa returned home one time and Alcina instantly rushed in to wrap a beautiful Parisian fur coat around her shoulders. It was the perfect size, the perfect length. Larissa wears it every winter, even if she told Alcina that she didn’t have to. It came with matching gloves, but Larissa slips those onto your hands so you two can match when you go out together. And as for yourself, her special little darling, she’ll seek out the things you’ve mentioned (even in very brief passing) that you liked. Oh that cute little trinket you saw in an Instagram advertisement? Suddenly it’s on the kitchen island waiting for you with a little note from ‘Yours, ~ A. D.’ - She signs her initials like that every time. You and Larissa keep them in a hidden box. It’s nearly full.

And I don’t think it really comes as a surprise when I say Alcina is a big admirer of physical touch with her loved ones. She is fiercely protective and vain, so she adores showing you off as the two women on her arm, but if someone stares for a little two long, her gaze burns her through sunglasses. The bright gold always startles normies. So this usually means she walks in the middle of you two whenever you’re out, with both of you on each arm. But if Larissa’s the one who is treating you all, she walks in the middle and struts around proudly.

ʚ♡ɞ You wanted to do it one time, just to see what it was like, and you looked like a young woman with your lesbian mothers. It was very embarrassing. They teased you HEAVILY. Every shop you went into, it was always “Oh what about this sweetheart? Do you want this for your room? Right next to your diploma?” Or “Oh this frame would be perfect. We could put it with your school pictures love, what do you think?” - You got so frustrated and flustered that you walked right off and it took them 5 minutes to realize you had literally walked away further down the street. Alcina scented you out and came to find you in a perfume store, trying to hide your smell. When they got there, you glared until they agreed they’d never do it again (but sometimes it slips in when they’re feeling wicked).

ʚ♡ɞ Now of course that does lead to power dynamics- which are very much a thing in this relationship. When it comes to Alcina Dimitrescu’s involvement, there will always be power dynamics. She is very not normal about her control issues, but that’s okay. You love her anyway. And Larissa learns to accept that it is both a blessing and a curse. She has to spend a lot of her own days in control, but it’s not necessarily by choice all the time. Before you two, she was very lonely and had to compensate with work, but now that she is with you, she has the opportunity to relinquish some of the control and responsibility that comes with the job. Thank goodness Alcina is all too eager to pick up the slack.

ʚ♡ɞ In terms of personality dominance, those two definitely take the cake. It is, to an extent, a good cop bad cop dynamic, but they do agree on a lot of things. Like they agree you’re adorable. And beautiful and handsome. And that they want you. In many more ways than one. And also they agree that giving you your privacy is just as important as having their own. The last thing they want to do, especially Alcina, is to infantilize you. In the beginning, Larissa had to sit Alcina down for a very difficult discussion to explain her own behavior to herself. She pointed out that Alcina sort of suffocated you a bit, which was true. She was quite controlling—always wanting to be by your side, always preparing you for the worst. CLEARLY she has some trauma, but you get through it. Alcina is eternally grateful that Larissa felt confident enough to speak to her. Past partners have been forced into submissive silence by their own fear because Alcina is such a strong force of a woman. She is very loving, but can be harsh.

ʚ♡ɞ Larissa, on the other hand, is a doting lover. She texts your group chat every free second she gets. Sends you a picture of her meal in the privacy of her office to thank you for making lunch. You always respond with hearts or suggest the three of you call while you go about your lunch hour. She suggested you three try syncing up the time so you could see each other and spend a bit more time together - seeing as you all get home rather late sometimes. Alcina joins the call a bit later but greets you with warm hellos and asks how her “Sweet girls” are doing. Larissa is also the type to buy flowers. She adores them. Some people think it’s silly because they’ll just die if not taken care of, but she doesn’t think so. She comes home with bouquets in hand to make up for a stressful week or a particular stretch of time in which you three can’t see each other often. If Alcina goes away on a business trip, she’ll welcome her back with black roses and so many red kisses that the poor woman almost falls over. If you’re stumbling through the door at midnight after a long day doing whatever it is you do (I’m thinking business analyst or perhaps even owning your own shop), then she waits up and gives you a little single rainbow rose still in the plastic because she knows you like the novelty of it. Oh and kisses too of course.

ʚ♡ɞ That being said, you’re sort of the morally grey cop in the cop dynamic. Rarely do any of you do something to truly piss each other off or upset each other, but it does happen. If you somehow upset Alcina, Larissa sits you down for a chat while Alcina rants in the background. Alci is very passionate and does have a temper, but for all of her bluster and bark, a quick “Alcina, sit” from Larissa has her growling, rubbing her temples, and taking a seat in the living room with you two. From that point on, it’s only a matter of discussion. Alcina has a habit of keeping her feelings to herself until she blows up, but Larissa is very preemptive. She KNOWS such habits amongst you all could possibly ruin your relationship, so she tries her hardest to keep the peace. You and Alcina argue, but Larissa talks you through it until the calm is restored.

ʚ♡ɞ If they piss you off or upset you, you have a very difficult time talking to them about it. You’re a soft-hearted person for them and the last thing you want is to cause a rift, but if you don’t come to them about it first, they WILL find out. Your two lovers are extremely intelligent and very observant. Alcina can tell something is off by the slightest falter in your beating heart and Larissa can tell something is off if you speak a single word in a different tone. To them, you are an open book. And they know that they’re intimidating at times. Larissa is a sweetheart, yes, but her irritation is brutal. And Alcina is… Alcina. So it can be (understandably) quite hard. That’s why you’ve taken to texting them before they get home, asking them to chat in the living room or the bedroom. And if not that, then you speak to them separately. You go to their offices, sit and sort it out as best you can, and then the three of you regroup later. It’s the healthiest option…… but it doesn’t always work. You can get very insecure being with these two literal otherworldly women, so sometimes you just shut down instead. Hide within your thoughts and occupy yourself until you can’t anymore. It happened once where you were so upset and anxious that you stayed at your office and fell asleep. Larissa and Alcina were shit scared. They went searching for you there of course, and Alcina carried you to the car before Larissa drove you three home. It was a stressful experience but after you all talked it out in the morning, you promised to try and be more open - but only if they did the same.

ʚ♡ɞ HOWEVER, if you two somehow manage to piss off or upset Larissa Weems, it is Hell for you both. All three of you have a distinct bond that can’t be broken even with the sharpest of scissors. You’re all linked in some individual way, and it’s lovely, but it also means that you’re very soft on each other. And you and Alcina have a silent understanding that although Larissa can take care of herself, she is also highly deserving of all of the protection and love you give her. Meaning you don’t want to add to her stress. But when you do—she is a slow simmering ball of emotions. She may be loud at Nevermore when faced with Wednesday, but when it comes to her lovers, she just gets a bit disappointed. And that is something you and Alcina can’t handle. So when that happens, and she isn’t the one to put it back together or demand you all sit down and talk, that means you and Alci have to do the heavy lifting. So you do. Alcina pours glasses of wine, you put on some music, and the three of you sit in silence either working on your laptops or indulging in some hobbies until Larissa finally speaks up. She just needs to be in your presence, to recognize your quiet understanding that something is wrong, before she really gets into it. And after that, you of course make it a point to never repeat whatever it is you did to make her upset. And Alcina pulls her into her arms while you hug her from the back because you know Larissa appreciates the attention, the affection, and the warmth. Then you kiss. A lot. A lot a lot. Smooch smooch smooch muah muah muah.

ʚ♡ɞ When you call Larissa, she answers with a “Hello, darling” because she always checks the caller ID before picking up.

ʚ♡ɞ When you call Alcina, she answers with an “Alcina speaking.” because she never checks the caller ID before picking up.

ʚ♡ɞ You and Larissa called her once in the past and she answered with her usual, hard-toned greeting. When you and Larissa mocked her with a high-pitched “aLciNa sPeaKing”, she hung up and blocked your number for five minutes. Sometimes, you’re still tempted to do it.

ʚ♡ɞ You steal their perfumes and shampoos. One time, Alcina used Larissa’s conditioner and ever since, Larissa asks her if she should order two bottles of her hair care instead of one. Alcina just rolls her eyes and reaches out to grab her. Larissa goes scurrying away, letting out a yelp and a laugh.

When they cuddle you and smell their products, they only grin and pull you closer. They want you to share their things. And also you’re just too lazy to keep your own stocked.

ʚ♡ɞ Your kisses with Larissa, just you two, are sweet and slow. They last a long time and usually lead to wandering hands and a lot of lipstick marks. Larissa happily leaves marks and hickies on you, but the three of you understand that she can’t have the same. If someone at her job saw that, they’d probably complain. But below the clothes, she’s painted to high heaven. Alcina does, after all, have a very voracious appetite. She spends a lot of time kissing and marking because it soothes the dragon in her. And Larissa is just the same when it comes to you specifically. The marks never take to Alcina’s skin, so Rissa usually uses her teeth and tries to leave marks anyway. But on you, she takes full advantage. Teases you with hickies and bites until you’re begging her to move. To treat you. It’s unfortunate then that she’s just so busy and has to return to work and absolutely must leave you high and dry until you’re nearly crawling all over her when she returns home later.

ʚ♡ɞ Alcina’s kisses, on the other hand, are always mean and rough. She pushes your faces together, grabs your hair, clutches your jaw in one large hand. She’s eager to overpower - it’s just in her nature. And she’s not scared to lean down and reach you, pull you up into her arms, and shove you against a wall. She uses her teeth to nip, and her tongue to fill your mouth and take you completely. Safe to say, she never leaves her kisses without you stumbling away–breathless and smiley. And there’s no escaping her until she’s done with you. Never ever. You will only push away from her when she wants you to. And you rarely want to of course, but when you’re busy and late to a meeting, you’re under a time crunch.

ʚ♡ɞ Larissa and Alcina kissing, though… whew. Dear god, whew. Dear LORD, whew. Larissa’s hands go sliding around Alcina’s waist and she has to lean up on the tips of her toes to meet Alcina halfway. And when they get there, they smile first before kissing roughly. Alcina knows not to put her hands in Larissa’s perfect hair, so she settles for gripping the back of her neck and pulling her close. Close close close until Larissa lets out a squeak and Alcina has to lean and pick her up bridal-style so they both don’t go tumbling to the ground. It doesn’t happen often, but when she does, Larissa can only giggle giddy and happy. She doesn’t often feel petite and girlish, but Alcina has a way of making her feel like a woman worth caring for. You do too, of course, but it’s different. Not any less or any better, just different. And they kiss until they both run out of breath and Larissa pushes Alcina away. The taller woman grumbles and steals another kiss before they finally go their separate ways.

ʚ♡ɞ There’s so much more to this little poly relationship. From kinks to flaws to business work and all that. Let me know if you wanna see more <3

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I love them :3 Yes I doooooo - Rip x

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dragongirl642 · 2 months

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H-heya! Could i ask for an shy female dragon shifter reader with Lady D. and Donna? Like she's heavily injured by hunters and had to crash/land into their home because of it? How would they react or would they even help her?

(I Love Dragons but see most of the time only male dragon shifters uwu

I feel like both their initial reactions would be very similar to the other Male Dragon Shifter meeting post, (a.k.a: This post).

Alcina Dimitrescu

At first, all Alcina sees is the giant hole in her castle walls and the giant lizard in her hall and she goes into attack mode.

She aims for your injuries, so you curl into a spiky ball of scales and flame.

Turns out your scales are Alcina proof so unless you uncurl and she can get at the flesh beneath, she can't hurt you.

She may lose a limb to your flames.

She is incensed at your presence and forbids her daughters from going near the hall.

But you are very warm, you're inner fire counteracting the cold winds coming in through the hole in the wall, and the Dimitrescu daughters are attracted to the giant warm cuddly lizard.

You warn them off a few times, but they keep spouting curious questions and attempting to come close that eventually, once your natural regeneration has sealed the surface of your wounds, you allow them to sit between the spines on your tail and examine your claws. (You can easily turn and burn them if they pose a threat.)

Alcina is furious that her daughters disobeyed her and approached you, and yet equally furious that you are entirely different from the mindless beast she'd warned them against.

When she sees your human form for the first time, I see Alcina doing a complete 180, (compared to her reaction in the other post).

Oh, you're a Pretty Maiden?!?!?! Well why didn't you say! Come closer, let me look at you Darling. *bites you! bites you! bites you!*

Yeah, she will pretty much try and get you to let your guard down and then go for the CHOMP.

You fight her off of course, half-shifting is easy for you.

Now you can be a fire-breathing menace AND roam the halls.

You have gone hunting a few times, and you brought your kill back to the castle. Dripping blood on the carpet and sitting in her great hall tearing into carcasses like an animal. (Her children love that you let them feast on the leftovers after they've sat for a few hours.)

Alcina is sulking. She can't kill you, she can't eat you, she can't just sit back and let you stay without at least making a show of removing you without losing the respect and support of Mother Miranda.

But then said Mother Miranda shows up and is promptly sent off with burned wings.

Okay, now she's a little worried. She is not certain she could beat you even in her full mutant form and her daughters adore you for SOME REASON.

After several weeks, she looses it, storms into the hall and unleashes a verbal lashing her ancestors would be proud of. The effect is only slightly reduced by the fact that she bursts into frustrated tears and flees the room to go dramatically wallow in her sorrow.

Okay, now you feel kind-off guilty. You did crash into this woman's home, burn her boss, monopolise her daughter's attention, and ruin the carpets. Maybe you should do something to make up for all that.

You repair the walls the best you can, replaster over scratches in the walls, hunt down the castles cleaning supplies and soak the carpets in a potion of bleach and foaming soapy water before hanging them from the battlements to dry.

Your final act of apology comes in the form of draining the blood from your kills and leaving them in sealed jugs by her bedroom door, handwritten notes tied to the handles.

You are a new exciting variable and her daughters try to help by going to their mother and telling her about what you're doing.

Every day, you wait outside her doors for hours waiting for her to emerge.

When she finally does, it is to your offer of a truce. You are being hunted and will not leave this very conveniently guarded hiding spot, however, you can be useful and help her with her food supply.

She is doubtful when presented with the blood of animals, but when you acquire human blood through negotiating trades with the villagers she slowly starts to change her tune.

You're a smart pretty lady and you have presented her with a charming little solution to the problem of the future dwindling supply of villagers to feed from.

Alright, Alcina has come to the decision to be the merciful, graceful mistress of the castle who allows a poor hunted lady to stay with her. (Keep telling yourself that Alcina).

After a few months, it starts to feel a little more comfortable.

After a few more, it starts to feel normal.

She caught herself running her hand down your scales once, marvelling at how the light reflected, (she will forever deny that she did that).

You start to lay down your claim and soon have built up a new hoard of trinkets, and maids, and mutants. The glittering gem crowning your hoard, is Alcina herself, not that she knows yet.

Once you've established yourself and Alcina doesn't outwardly reject your claim, you become quite the homemaker.

You are fierce and strong and loving.

You provide the warmest cuddles known to man, or mutant.

You cook for your new family, catering for their 'special' diet is a little easier with your own predilection to a carnivore diet.

Alcina will brag to the other Lords about "her darling", "the dimitrescu dragon", "the second dimitrescu lady," but only out of earshot of Mother Miranda.

Donna Beneviento

Pretty much the same reaction as the other post...except she's a bit braver about approaching you due to seeing your obvious injuries.

She has several dolls in attack mode ready to go, (not that they would work against your flame.

You know you could easily incinerate this woman but you attempt polite conversation through gritted fangs. You ask about her hobbies, favourite foods, favourite colours, etc..., and offer your own answers in return.

The talk calms her and she seems less frightened and more welcoming.

It takes a few days for her to really trust you.

Oddly enough you get the feeling she liked you a little more after Mother Miranda visited and berated her for not eliminating the threat (you) before being quickly chased of by a living flamethrower (also you).

When you shift to your human form to make it easier, she's surprised and immediately more comfortable with you.

Donna knows a lot about medicinal plants but zero about dragon biology. You know all about dragon biology and zero about medicinal plants. Together you make one whole doctor...and figure out how to make medicine for your wounds. It's patchy and a little funny-smelling but it does the job (at least you both think it does). To be honest, your natural regenerative capabilities take care of most of the damage.

Angie tries to play doctor too but is, admittedly, more of a hindrance than a help.

Your injuries are haphazardly patched and a good long sit by a lit fireplace does the rest.

You know your hunters are still out there, but this remote village is hidden and safe for now.

You decide to stay just until you need to move on.

Okay, Donna was not prepared for guests but now she has one.

She makes you some basic new clothes to cover you up and you collect firewood whenever she needs more.

After a while, she feels inspired by the way your scales gleam in the firelight and excited at the prospect of having a new friend to play dress up with, Donna offers to make you some dresses. Dresses with holes and pins to accomodate your wings and tail, delicate lace fingerless gloves allowing your claws to shine through.

You accept the gifts only because she seems so eager and it would be rude to deny your host, (not because she's cute).

You do what you can for her in return. As it turns out you can cook more substantial food than tea party sandwiches; which Donna definitely appreciates.

The dolls unnerve you, but you learn to live with them.

You install more lights in the manor and fix leaks in the roof.

There are long talks by the fireplace. She reads to you sometimes.

After a few months, you and Donna starts to build a comfortable rhythm.

After a few more, it starts to feel homely.

You attend a tea party she holds for the other Lords. When someone (Heisenberg) makes a comment that has Donna cringing, you growl, a loud deep vibration that (along with the glow in your eyes and fire shining through the skin of your chest) instills fear in all attending. Donna now has scary dog (dragon) priviledge.

You tell yourself your protectiveness is because she's your benefactor (totally not because you have a crush on the pretty, shy dollmaker with a voice like honey and temperament to match).

Okay, who are you kidding, you want to claim a new hoard here...you want to stay with her.

After a few accepted offerings of food made from your hunted game, a few accepted cuddles, and the painstaking labour of building and decorating a new conservatory with an unfolding roof cover for stargazing, (which Donna immediately hugs you in thanks and immediately outfits with a planter full of herbs), you consider your claim accepted.

You are fierce and strong and loving.

You provide the warmest cuddles known to man, or mutant, (or doll).

Once she feels comfortable enough and like she has permission, Donna is so sweet with you.

You compliment and build her up, and soon her confidence soars.

Donna goes from one of the weakest Lords to the strongest.

You burn the creepy baby monster in the basement, it's the one thing you couldn't live with.

#re8 headcanons #re8 #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 alcina dimitrescu #re8 donna beneviento #lady beneviento #re8 lady beneviento #donna beneviento

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lucidmagic · 2 years

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Alcina: *takes a sip of Coke* *looks disappointed* *sighs* They just don’t make them like they used to…

Reader: “????? You mean with the actual cocaine?????”

Alcina: *visibly sheds a tear* yeah…..

#the early 1900s were wild #cocaine was prescribed to relieve headaches and chloroform was used for sleeping pills #you know Alcina has done some shit #I bet she has STORIES #alcina x female reader #re8 alcina #re8 alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x female reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady Dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #re8 #resident evil #re village

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vivern-of-nosgoth · 1 year

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#*wheeze*#oooh yeah #re8 shitpost #re8 lords #i can't #re8 karl heisenberg #re8 donna beneviento #re8 alcina dimitrescu #re8 salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau #alcina dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #barbie selfie generator

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freyanistics · 1 year

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Since y’all liked the last art piece here’s another commission I got!

This sketch page is so cute, I love these two so much

Art by Yoyo.whale on twitter

#resident evil 8 #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #natasha dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x oc #re8 alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x oc

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ironicfury · 5 months

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Karl: "Alcina comes with so many red flags, you might as well call her a one woman communist parade

Y/N: "She would hate that on so many levels."

Karl, smirking: "I know."

#incorrect re8 quotes #re8 incorrect quotes #re8 #resident evil village #re8 village #resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #karl hesienberg #re8 karl heisenberg #re8 alcina dimitrescu #re8 alcina #alcina hates communism #karl is an anarchist so he dgaf #y/n is friends with karl #no alcina x y/n here #not yet anyway

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geekyarmorel · 6 months

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A Stroll Among the Garden - Chapter 79 - GeekyArmorel - Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) [Archive of Our Own]

"Alcina held you in her lap as breakfast was placed in front of you on the table, tears dotting your eyes and she did her best to calm you. A maid had dropped a plate, the shattering sound causing you to lapse back into your panicked and scared state. The girls promptly swarmed off to do a perimeter check to make you feel better (and possibly berate the maid)."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39186474/chapters/129927538#:~:text=Alcina%20held%20you,berate%20the%20maid).

#alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #resident evil alcina #alcina x female reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina x reader #re8 alcina #re8 alcina dimitrescu #countess alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #a stroll among the garden #ao3 fanfic

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mortificentmistressofumbra · 3 months

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I ship!!!!♥♥♥

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everythingoiezoie · 2 years

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To the people who mistagged fanfics with a gay pairing and blind side me with the actual straight pairing bullshit half way through 50k words....

leave an author's note or something i mean cmon..

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rippersz · 2 months

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#have you considered it #rippersz #fanfictionwriter #ripleytalks #ripleysimps #alcina Dimitrescu #lady Alcina Dimitrescu #re8 alcina Dimitrescu #Alcina Dimitrescu meme

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darkest-writer · 2 years

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Very Sweet

One night, you were cleaning around the kitchen to finish the one last task you have for tonight. You sighed sharply, wiping the sweat off your brow. Then you heard footsteps, largely ones. Your eyes widen as you started to pick up the pace of cleaning the dishes. You’ve been working here for about 4 weeks. Still fairly new.

“Oh dear… oh dear…” You whispered fearfully. In seconds you heard a woman’s laughter behind you. “My my draga mea…” A familiar voice spoke. “Keeping that blood pumping… hmmm?” You froze, turning your body to face the countess of Caslte Dimitrescu. Alcina Dimitrescu. “M-my lady. Greetings!” You said in a shaky voice. Alcina smirks at you.

“(y/n) it seems like I haven’t gotten a chance to sample that blood of yours.” She said, glowing yellow eyes looking down upon you. Those eyes have power. You nodded softly, sweating lightly from the anxiety within you. “I can’t say no to that my lady…” you said. Alcina nodded, agreeing with you. “You’re right draga.” She said intensely.

“Now.. time to sample!” She said excitingly. You slowly stuck your palm out to her. Alcina laughed loudly. “Draga… no! I meant from your neck!” She said. Your face turns red, feeling embarrassed. “I- I… sorry…” you said, looking down at the floor. She grabs your chin lightly, lifting your head up. “Don’t be sorry… just let me take that sample.” She whispered harshly.

You slowly expose your neck to Alcina. She gasped happily and pulls the collar of your dress aside and bites down, her fangs sinking in deeper. You gasped, grabbing onto her big, strong shoulders. “Hmmm…” Alcina moaned, tasting your wonderful blood. Having that sweet honey taste hitting her tongue. Blood is flowing down to your chest and between your cleavage.

Eventually, you started to feel a bit light-headed. Alcina pulls away, blood dripping from her mouth. She chuckles lightly. She holds your head so you could face her. “That’s the best sample I had in a long time draga mea.” She said, placing kiss on your lips. You moaned a bit, tasting your copper blood.

She pulled away, smiling at you. “I think I’ll take you in as a chamber maid~”

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lucidmagic · 2 years

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Modern AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader (part 1?)

Not me getting another AU idea while I need to finish Phyto's Guide and wanting to expand on my Werewolf/Assistant!Reader story for Alcina 😭😭😭

(Please, don’t steal any of this.)

But anyway. . . here's Modern!AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader that I need to get out of my head and share:

Alcina Dimitrescu is the CEO/president/top dog of some sort of business (wine? real estate? record label? IDK I don't do business people), and has been so for the past decade or so.

She's a mixture of Miranda Presley (The Devil Wears Prada) and Cat Grant (Supergirl)-- some would say an absolute demon, others would say a big ole bitch, but there's no doubt she gets her job done and done right the first time. Very high standards, very efficient.

She's also 6'5"-- 6'9" in heels, which intimidates the fuck out of her insecure male coworkers all the time.

She also goes through assistants like bubblegum, not in the sexual sense, but in the incredibly demanding and near-impossible boss way. The longest someone has lasted with Alcina was five months. The shortest = 1 1/2 months. Her standards are that high. (As you can see I drew a lot from Cat Grant because I was in the Supergirl fandom for a while don't shame me)

She is also an incredibly devoted mother to her 3 daughters, aged 12 to 16 (ages pending) and she somehow balances work-life very well. And those who can look Alcina in the eye can tell her family means the world to her and it's likely the only time she genuinely smiles and laughs when her daughters are in the office or she tells a story about them.

Not that those in the office would know-- they don't meet her gaze lest they chance being turned to stone.

(There are also rumors she's related to Countess Elizabeth Báthory or even Vlad the Impaler himself, what with her Romanian ancestry)

Anyways, she has the world in her palms, uber-rich, super fucking hot, and could get anyone and anything with a flick of her wrist. Top of the line style. Heels and eyes that could slice. And yet, in desperate need of a competent assistant that'll last more than 3 months.

On the other hand, you are quite the opposite of Miss Alcina Dimitrescu: practicality over panache for fashion, rather wear pants and loafers than skirts and heels (more for efficiency and comfort than anything else), not really into flaunting what you got. You come from a simple background, never really had money, just enough that it kept food on the table-- especially when you had a falling out with your parents.

You’re frugal as well. Your clothes are at least two years old, you dare not to shop too much for yourself, as you’ve been insecure with money before because of your parent’s kicking you out. Your phone is too many years out of date. A small one bedroom apartment. You prefer glasses over contacts because contacts are too expensive and its cheaper to just wear glasses everyday.

And yet, you’re whip smart. Efficient, stubborn, and determined to boot if you have the resources. You managed to make your way through college despite your parents not helping and you managed to land a good jig as the assistant to Nepotism Junior, one where you can afford a good, single, albeit small apartment, and you have at least a comma to your name when it comes to savings.

But it’s hard-- especially when you’ve been doing Nepotism Junior’s job for over a year during the year and half stint at the company. Long arduous hours where you are not only doing your job but also his while he does god knows what. It keeps you busy yes, but it also keeps his grubby hands and prepubescent one-liners away from you. So you can’t complain that it is all that bad.

(There is other things that may bring Alcina and the Reader first together, but I don’t want to divulge it here) It comes to a head one day when some misadventures and drunkenness leaves Nepotism Junior down for the count for an important meeting with some head honchos at the company. So you stand before them, giving them a presentation on the work he’s (read: you’ve) been doing for the past month. And frankly, it is some of your best work.

There are little hiccups, mostly just reanswering questions that some old geezers missed the first time. And Alcina has been quiet, for the most part as well, only sounding when she wants you to clarify somethings in “Nepotism Junior’s” presentation.

Somehow you don’t turn to stone when you meet her gaze at the head of table. Somehow your voice doesn’t waver like it would normally do. You know what you’re talking about.

“Give Nepotism Junior our congratulations for his work and presentation. We have a feeling we’ll be moving forward with his proposal.” She says, eyes on you the whole time. You can’t help how your mouth twitches at it.

And they leave. You go back to your desk and continue with your work, while Junior sleeps off his hangover. And that’s that.

Until it isn’t.

Because next week, you’re suddenly transferred to the Alcina Dimitrescu’s floor and you’re now her assistant. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

To say you hit the ground running would be an understatement. It’s more like dropped in the middle of the ocean and expected to get to land miles way by a deadline, no boat or raft in sight.

The first week is hell. Week two and three is practically purgatory. And week four is back down to hell (you swear Miss Dimitrescu was testing you that week and expecting you to break under the strain, however, you’re fucking stubborn like a bull and won’t be pushed around by this entitled, snobbish, egotistical--)

The money is far better than before (like nearly double) and you actually do things in your job description (and then some). And you don’t have to deal with Nepotism Junior’s remarks and alcohol breath at 10am. So frankly, it’s a pretty damn good upgrade.

Week 5 is marginally better, things start to settle. Week 6 is when you begin to get Miss Dimitrescu’s temperament and routine predicted and you start to notice things you didn’t before.

She likes her coffee with two creams and one sugar one lighter days. One cream and no sugar on harder days. On Wednesdays she’s noticeably happier and more relaxed as you’ve learned that it’s her and her girls game night. Her brow creases in a particular way when she’s reading business jargon. It furrows in a different way when she has to read horrible drivel. She likes talking to herself through problems. She likes that you know what she’s talking about and sometimes bounces ideas off of you. When she likes your ideas she hums and follows up with it. If she doesn’t she sends you on a fetch quest.

Alcina Dimitrescu also has a horrible sweet tooth, especially when she’s stressed, and there’s a secret cabinet, you learned, where she keeps her stash. You walked in on her stuffing her face with chocolate one time and was nearly impaled with a fountain pen. (You make sure to keep it well stocked after that)

She’s a stern, but predictable woman. With moods you’re slowly starting to foresee even before 9:30am, before she’s half-way through her morning latte.

By week 8, you got the hang of it and honestly, it wasn’t that bad. All you had to be was adaptable and resourceful. She can still be snippy, even unfathomably demanding, and yet you’ve also learned she tends to appreciate when you snap back (albeit in a more light hearted manner).

The first time it was a mistake, you happened to be drifting away with your thoughts about the day’s schedule and Alcina made a comment on something she received the other night. You replied with a bit of snark and the silence that followed nearly had you retch in fear. Her brow quirked. Her lips twinged. And her breath catch in her chest. She dismissed you soon after that.

(Holy shit, you nearly made the Alcina Dimitrescu laugh.... holy fucking shit.)

And to be honest, some of the verbal take downs she does to some of the other board members and peers is worthy of being quoted. You manage to stop yourself from giggling at the meetings, but you are near certain when you do Alcina Dimitrescu almost looks proud of herself. Like she did that just to see the mirth in your eyes.

The turning point of your relationship was about 2 and a half months into the new stint as her assistant. And it involved her three daughters. You’ve seen them before, in the large picture frame on Alcina’s desk and when you walk her down to her driver and hear the squeals of “Mother!” from the back of the car. But you’ve never properly met them.

There was an emergency with the board and the girls had a half-day for school so they’ll be at the building by noon. Alcina knew the meeting would be far longer than it should be, and the look (desperation? fear?) on her face told you all you needed to know. You placed a hand on her forearm, a sure, confident touch. “I’ll stay with them. You deal with this. They’ll be with me until you get done.”

Perhaps it was your tone or her lack of options, but she agreed.

Hours later, she found you and the girls in an unused conference room, where you set up a makeshift movie theater, projector showing a recently released movie, vending machines thoroughly raided, and girls sated, happy, and alive. Bela was napping on your thigh with your cardigan over her frame, Cassandra leaned against your shoulder and munched on left over snacks, while Daniela was between your legs and relaxing against your front. Cuddle bugs, you mentally called them.

(Alcina heart thawed just a bit when she snuck up on you four, too engrossed in the movie to notice her presence. The girls looked . . . happy and content, despite the situation at hand. Other assistants would have secluded them in a room and just ignored them in favor of work. But you? You didn’t make them feel like an afterthought. For that, Alcina had a profound respect for you in that regard. Plus, it’s not every day the girls are so . . . calm.)

(I’m a firm believer that a sure way to Alcina’s heart is by her daughters. Do good by her girls, you get along with them and foster a good, strong relationship . . . that’s a sure fire way to get Alcina to develop feelings for someone. Her girls come first. If a potential lover gave them the effort they deserve, well . . . Alcina would definitely take notice of them. Sue me for the softness, okay?)

Something shifted into place after that day. You two were a fairly well honed machine for the most part. Sure there were hiccups, typical of the workload, but nothing the two of you couldn’t handle. You wouldn’t say you two were peers or partners by any means, yet Alcina included you a bit more into the business side of things at times-- a second, competent opinion she would call it. Nothing game changing or revolutionary, just asking for your thoughts and perspective on some avenues.

The girls also came by the office slightly more after the impromptu movie day. Mostly to say hi and keep you up to date with school drama when their mother was wrapping up for the day. They also confided in you to some degree on some things they didn’t know how their mother would react to. Some anxieties and second thoughts typical of growing teenage girls. You, of course, keep their secrets, but informed Alcina that one of them may need some one-on-one time in the future. The single mother appreciated it.

She, dare you say, trusted you, to some extent. And for some reason that accomplishment meant a lot.

Next thing you know, it’s been nearly eight months and you’ve blown passed the last record for the longest assistant retention of Alcina Dimitrescu. The office floor has since shifted the when-you-will-be-fired pot to when-you-will-quit-or-be-promoted pot. To say they were surprised you lasted as long would be an understatement.

There are now sly smiles and inside jokes you and Alcina had. You two had a language that only you two could interpret. She would catch your eye across the ball room, where you stood off to the side to let her mingle and make more connections, and would give you a secretive, carmine smile-- a real smile, not those necessary, polite ones for business meetings. Real ones, that crinkled her eyes and deepened her laugh lines and made her gaze soft and bright all the same.

She told stories of her childhood and barely there parents and cute stories about her girls and their misadventures. You gave up some of your own, when the office was quiet and the dusk turned to night on a particularly long day.

Nine months. There’s a mishap in the dressing room and your boss needs help with one of her gowns she is trying on. You enter the space and nearly pass out with the full display of Alcina Dimitrescu’s back. She explains that the she can’t quite reach the back zipper and it takes all your might and will power not let your hands and fingers tremble. It takes a few tries, everything suddenly becoming Alcina and only Alcina, but you managed to zip her up. You still think about that dark look she gave you when you left the dressing room.

Ten months. Alcina adores the opera. She made sure that when business needed to take place in Italy, she invited you over the the centuries old opera house for your first ever live performance. You were mesmerized and were slack jawed the entire time. Alcina teased you that you looked like a goldfish throughout the night. It wasn’t until you’re in the hotel that you question why was she watching your stupid face instead of the opera.

Eleven months. She has tried to quit smoking multiple times. So far she has cut down to two a day and she’s real ecstatic about it because her daughters are. You’re happy for her and it takes you a few weeks to get used to the lack of smoke smell around her. You hate to admit this, especially with such an accomplishment, but you kinda missed it.

Twelve months. Cassandra is in the hospital, a sickness that needed such a drastic medical intervention. You taxi Alcina, Bela, and Daniella back and forth from their house to the hospital whenever they want. It breaks your heart each time to see how frail Cassandra has gotten in the near two weeks she’s been admitted. Alcina looks so tired. Exhausted. There’s a stoop to her shoulders not there months ago. She breaks down one night in your car. It’s the first time you’ve seen her cry and it shatters your heart and you desperately want to make it stop. She’s crying and apologizing, and crying and apologizing for her mask falling. You take her into your arms and hold her tight until the sobs stop raking her body. She clutches you like a lifeline. You two don’t speak about it the next day when you visit Cassandra again.

Thirteen months. She’s chatting with a beautiful woman, who is clearly flirting with your boss. She comes from a good family and is successful with several tens of millions under her belt. She’s a philanthropist and started multiple charities to help people. She’s kind and charming and down to earth. You hate her. And you hate Alcina more for not going back to her room with that woman. It’s stupid. This whole situation is stupid. Alcina can tell something is off with you but you feign exhaustion and retire to your hotel room. She makes sure to walk you to your door. You hate yourself more for letting you feelings go this far.

Fourteen months. An asshole accuses you and Alcina of sleeping together in the most sexist and homophobic way possible. You go off on him and he looks absolutely terrified of the look in your eye. By the time Alcina comes into the room to see what the ruckus is about he looks to her like she’ll save him from you. “Go on,” You say, voice dripping with venom. “Repeat what you said.” He nearly pisses himself doing so. Surprisingly, Alcina is calm. The asshole’s desk is empty by the end of the day and everyone in the office is giving you a wide berth. For the rest of the day, Alcina is looking at you with this strange glint of being surprised, proud, and . . . turned on? No, no that’s not right. Can’t be. She probably thinks you’ve lost your mind. That’s it.

Fifteen months. Alcina tries to kiss you. But she’s fucking drunk. And you’re certain she’s just vulnerable, you’re her only option, and the alcohol is making her do it. (It has to be) You push her away before anything really happens. She pouts in that adorable way unbecoming of a woman of her station. She’s confused as to why you don’t want her like she wants you. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh crossed with a sob. “If you even wanted me for half as long as I wanted you, you would’ve have tried to kiss me sober.” It’s cruel to say, dismissive. And it shows in her glossy eyes. You sigh and lead her to her room, it’s the very least you can do. An aspirin and some water is beside her when she wakes. But not you.

Sixteen months. Things are wrong. So very wrong. Alcina is cold and so are you. Keeping things professional, you think, like it always should have been. It was a mistake to let things progress the way they did. There’s a reason why these types of relationships don’t last, you think. And it fucking hurts. Each time you enter the office and let the unsaid words hang in the air. Sometimes you find yourself glancing after her, like a lovesick puppy and you hate yourself more for it.

Sixteen months and ten days. You hand in your two weeks notice.

Let me know what you think! I had to write this out because it was killing me! Hope you enjoyed!

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freyanistics · 2 years

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Alright guys it’s time again

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Donna shifts in her chair in the holy chapel of Mother Miranda awaiting for the black god’s arrival. She could hear the distant talking of the other lords but her mind was elsewhere, on Natasha. It’s been three days since she offered her home to the former wife of Alcina Dimitrescu and expecting mother. Natasha had told her she found out a week earlier before she caught the large woman being unfaithful.

A child.

Donna liked children. She never been around them a whole lot but she did like watching them play whenever she went in the village. Deep down she always wanted to become a mother. It was why she made dolls and treated Angie like one.

It reminded her when she was almost a mother…

“Donna?” Karl’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she jolts looking up at the ruggish man.

Karl stood in his usual attire wielding his large hammer as he looked at her through his round black shades. “You okay?” He asked her, slight concern in his voice. Heisenberg usually showed no interest to the other lords but out of all of them he did seem to somewhat care for the dollmaker. He just got annoyed by Angie whenever she opened her wooden mouth.

Nodding her head she made a gesture with her hand to reassure him.

“You miss her too eh?” He asked as his face fell a bit.

“Of course she misses her! We all do, hammerhead!” Angie’s voice rang out as she runs past him to climb back into Donna’s lap.

“Is she-is she coming back?” Moreau asks coming around from his seat shuffling towards the other two lords. None of them try to flinch away from him.

“She’s not coming back, fish breath! She’s probably never coming back!” Angie says as Donna nudged her. “What? I’m only telling the truth! Better be truthful than to lie!” She says folding her little arms.

This seem to set the fish like being into despair as he lets out a loud wail of a cry. “But but she said she would watch the little mermaid with me and paint the inside of my house like the ocean! She said she would always be my friend!” He continues wailing as he suddenly vomits up acid onto the church’s floor.

“Pull yourself together, Sal! She only left because of that big bitch! It’s all her fault!” Heisenberg snapped as he lit up his cigar.

All conversation ceased as the doors to the chapel opens causing all four heads to turn towards the newest arrival.

Lady Dimitrescu ducks under the double doors before straightening, her golden eyes looking between the others. Lady Dimitrescu was one of power and confidence. She was intimidating, calculating, and cold hearted. Most of the villagers feared her and the trap that awaits in the castle.

But the other lords now had something to hold above her head that was even bigger than her ego.

“Good afternoon to you all.” Alcina says making her way to her custom made chair.

Angie was the first to respond.

“Welcome back cheater!” She shouts from Donna’s lap.

“Well well Alcina I gotta give it to you, I knew you was low from the beginning but I never knew you were this low. “ Heisenberg said as he places his hammer down leaning on it.

“Say what you want Heisenberg, but you don’t know the full story.” Alcina grinds out sitting down. Now that she was closer Donna took time to study her. The first thing she noticed was her makeup was off, where her usual pristine white skin was now showed areas of bluish grey, as if the countess had rushed or just forgot to apply the makeup on correctly. Her eyes, usually filled with determination and fury were replaced with sadness and depletion. Bags also seem to have formed under them signaling she haven’t been getting enough sleep or was too stressed. Maybe both. She was still ethereally beautiful but there hints of unkempt.

“Oh well do enlighten us dear sister.” Heisenberg said grinding out on the word sister. He only referred to her as that to get under her skin. And it was working. “Was the sex life just not enough for you? Your appetite too big you had to fuck someone else, an employee of yours at that. Needed some of that young pussy? Wanted something new than the old? Did your little toy give a better sloppy?”

“THAT IS ENOUGH!” Alcina snaps jumping up causing Donna to flinch in her seat clutching Angie.

“Oh that’s enough?” Heisenberg shouted back gripping his hammer. “You always said men were low down dirty dogs that would hump anything that moved. So I guess in your books you’re one of them, a low down dirty bitch in heat who would hump just about anything that moves.”

“Oooooo.” Both Angie and Sal says watching the argument with gleeful eyes.

“Why you nimrod of a-“ Alcina growls out starting to unsheath her claws when the loud caw of crows could be heard from outside.

“Shit.” Karl mutters before going back to his assigned chair.

Quickly Alcina got herself together before sitting down, smoothing out her dress.

Everyone seem to go quiet as the room went still, the sound of crows still ringing out.

Nobody dared say anything else.

Not when she had arrived.

Black feathers floated in the room as the black god appeared seemingly out of thin air. Her bird like mask concealed her face, but Donna could still see her icy blue eyes looking at everyone. Analyzing, calculating.

“Ah my dearest children, it’s so good to see you all again.” Miranda starts, her voice oozing like honey. Her head turns eyeing each lord with fake adoration. Salvatore and Alcina, who seem to beam in excitement while Donna and Heisenberg were indifferent.

“I hope you two weren’t trying to kill each other while I was gone.” She says referring to Alcina and Heisenberg. The two shared a look before Heisenberg faced the different direction letting out a puff of smoke.

“No Mother Miranda, I can assure you none of that happened in your absence.” Alcina answers dipping her head respectfully.

“Good. However I sense some tension in the room, care to enlighten me?” The black god asks turning to face the tall woman from her podium.

Clutching the sides of the armrests Alcina’s face slightly drops as she answers, “It’s Natasha. She caught me in bed with another and got rightfully upset.” Her usual confidence was now replaced with a utter depletion.

Miranda lets out an amused hum. “I see. Anyone would be upset if they caught their partner sleeping around. But I’m sure you’ll be able to charm her back into her good graces. Hopefully she hasn’t kicked you out of your bedroom.” She adds before chuckling. The others stayed silent not joining in on her joke.

“I don’t think so, Mother Miranda. I probably won’t ever see her again.” Alcina responded with a choked sob.

“Whatever do you mean, child?” Miranda asks and Donna could hear the undertone of venom in her words. A shiver went down her spine.

“She’s…Natasha has left the village. She brought a plane ticket back home a few days ago, I reckon she’s already back in America with her family.” Cutting her eyes to the ground the countess shifts uncomfortably in her seat. She hated being put in a bad light, especially from Mother Miranda. She was supposed to be the perfect child after all.

For a few seconds Miranda didn’t speak and everyone could sense the anger rising up.

“You allowed your wife, who has the same power as you, to leave? Have you lost your ever loving mind?” Miranda shrieks before bursting into feathers reappearing in front of Alcina.

“Mother Miranda please! She snuck out when we was all asleep, my daughters alerted me and they tried to bring her back, but you know how Natasha is, she’s very good at outsmarting people.” Alcina says looking at the black god with pleading eyes.

A choked sob escapes from her lips as the cloaked woman grabs the countess by the throat pulling her in closer to her masked face.

“So she was able escape from your so called excellent huntresses of daughters? And she was able to pass the barrier without getting mauled by the lycans? I knew that woman was trouble from the moment I first laid eyes on her!” She sneered.

“Why would it matter if she left the village anyway?”Heisenberg asks as he watched from his seat. He may have hated Alcina but even this was going too far and making him uncomfortable.

Turning her head towards him still gripping Alcina’s throat Miranda’s cold eyes bore into him through the mask.

“Don’t you see boy? If the villagers hear one of the lord’s partners has fled it’ll give them the idea to try as well. It’ll put us all in a bad light and we cannot afford to lose the villagers’ devotion to us. It’s one thing for it to be some random foolish human to make an attempt, but this was the partner of a lord, they’ll start questioning our leadership. It doesn’t help that you couldn’t control her.” She snaps at Alcina.

“What can we do, Mother?” Sal asks, trying his best to get some form of approval from the black god.

“We’ll find her. She’s been gone for only a few days before my return, correct? That means she could possibly still be in Romania. And even if she is in America, I have my ways to locate her.” She says releasing her grip on Alcina’s throat as she sputtered and gasp for air. She faced Alcina with determination in her eyes.

“You are the cause of this little fuck up so you’ll fix it, have your daughters go out into the nearest towns and cities. If you have any form of contact with her family reach out to them. Do whatever you need to do to get her back here.”

Leaning in close Miranda whispers, “If you don’t it’ll be you and your entire bloodline’s demise. “ She sneers before turning to face the others. “You will also find her, report back to me on your findings. I’ll join in once I have fully recovered from my trip.”

Strutting back to the podium she gives the lords one last look. “I hope one of you find her before I do, I can’t promise she’ll return in one piece.” She adds chuckling darkly before erupting into crows.

They have been dismissed.

For a moment none of them got up immediately, too disturbed by the black god’s clear threat. Beside her Alcina quietly sobbed in her hands, chest heaving. Donna wanted to comfort her, to try to calm her down, but she had to get back to the house and fast. She had to make sure Natasha was okay. Perhaps she made a big mistake of trying to keep her here within the village. But she will do whatever in her power to keep the woman safe from Miranda’s wrath.

Even if she died trying.

Whew this was a long ass chapter, but things are heating up now. I hope you enjoyed. Also I tried to have it where they weren’t too mean to Sal 🥺

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