Small Masterlist while I work on the real one, just so my stuff doesn't get lost. (And no, I don't mind you liking or rebloging all of my stuff)
Alcina Dimitrescu
Empire Of Dragons (x OC, AO3, I'm re-writing all the story at the moment so it's on hiatus, but in case you like medieval Empress Dimitrescu here ya go)
High School AU (x Reader)
Someone selling pets to our Lady (x Reader - They/Them/It)
Test Subject AU (x Reader)
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Kuvira
Remember You (x Reader)
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Renata Glasc
Cold (x Reader x Sevika)
Relationship HC (x Reader x Sevika)
Sevika Questioning Her Self-Value (x Reader x Sevika)
Yandere Part 1 (x Reader)
Yandere Last Part (x Reader - They/Them)
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Sevika
Cold (x Reader x Renata Glasc)
Questioning Her Self-Value (x Reader x Renata Glasc)
Relationship HC (x Reader x Renata Glasc)
Relationship While Recovering From Arm Lost (x Reader x Silco)
Taking Care Of Sevika's Father (x Reader)
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Silco
Relationship While Recovering From Sevika's Arm Lost (x Reader x Sevika)
Alright, idk if it was my internet or ao3 but it doesn't matter anymore, its ready. Our fun bonus chapter of Paid Debts is here, hope you guys like it! Nothing like some good ol' fluff and smut to enjoy with a cup off coffee in the morning -> Link
The sun was setting by the time Alcina finished her meeting with Mother Miranda. As usual, she had been left with a heavy headache that begged her to take a very well deserved five-minute break accompanied by her trusty wine bottle.
As she stands next to the window taking small sips from her goblet filled to the brim and enjoying the last of the sunlight on her skin, her thoughts drift once again towards you. The maid that was always a bit too rough, she recalls, always harsh but determinate and efficient nonetheless. Alcina had seen the fire behind those deep eyes of yours, your willingness to keep fighting no matter the obstacle; you had proven since the moment you were brought to the castle that you would not back down, even if it costs your life. Danger means nothing to you, and Alcina to this day isn’t sure if that was because the life you had before joining her staff left terrible scars on you, or you simply were too tired to care. Either way, she saw you as a challenge the moment you set foot in her castle.
How long would it take to break that spirit, she had wondered?
Honestly, that was probably her first misstep, an error in her calculating mind. The consequences of her actions hadn’t even registered in her brain until much later, when in a rather inconvenient way she found out that your company wasn’t all that bad.
Then again, it was her doing that let Miranda know of that resilience of yours, and Alcina can recognize that mistake. In her defense, your “three-month-trial” had just finished, and the Lady was impressed by your work, so much in fact that she couldn’t help but to carelessly thank the goddess for the quality batch of maidens that was delivered to her.
Now she can’t help but think that she should have known better.
Many things had happened since that moment, around two years ago, when Miranda ordered her to keep an eye on you to make sure you’d be prepared for the day Eva would be back among the living. Perhaps if Alcina had known back then what would become of her at your mercy, things would have happened differently.
She was hoping to keep you safe from the crow goddess’ beak for a little longer, to have enough time for herself to toy with you before regrettably handing you to your fate, but alas, Miranda’s orders were final.
The Lady wouldn’t admit it, but it took her more time and effort to gain your trust than with any other maid in her many years of existence, and no, Alcina knew you weren’t playing hard to get, but rather you were genuinely wary of every person that tried to approach you. It almost made her feel bad for taking advantage of that weakness you showed in front of her.
After that turbulent start, it had been so easy for Alcina to have you do her bidding with nothing but a flick of her wrist and a single smile. Even more was her delight to know that you had blindly fallen for her charms despite everyone else trying and failing to gain your favor. She was so pleased to have you go through the countless -and quite painful- procedures to become the perfect vessel without letting out so much as a peep if she ordered so. Alcina knew the power she had over you and at first, it was perfect, funny even.
Until it wasn’t.
The landscape soon enough becomes dark when the sun fully settles, and as Alcina is pouring herself a second serving of Sanguis Virginis, a knocking on the door reaches her ears before her eldest daughter comes in through bearing a worrisome expression.
The glass of the goblet shatters against the floorboards as Alcina’s eyes fall onto the very familiar, very torn and way too bloodied jacket dangling from Bela’s hand.
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It’s not unusual for maids to try to escape Castle Dimitrescu and the horrors inside it.
You’re not sure when or how the rumor of the supposed exit started, or even how the info kept its strength until today, because to your knowledge, there hasn’t been a single person that managed to successfully escape. Daniela always makes sure to brag about how she always catches them before they can get too far.
For all you know, the daughters might as well be the ones to have spread that rumor among the maids, although if it was intended for their own amusement or if held any truth, you don’t know.
So far, you don’t think you’ve advanced much, with the complicated turns and dead-ends in the cellar-slash-dungeon only leading you to get lost, by now you wouldn’t be able to return even if you wanted to. You don’t even care anymore, as now anything is better than to keep yourself trapped in the castle with her roaming around.
Oh how you always looked forward to see her around every corner. You yearned to smell her perfume around you, to have her scent mixed with yours, to have her arms surrounding you… and now, all you feel when thinking about her is visceral betrayal, a hurting so intense that is asphyxiating.
But above all, disappointment clutches at your heart…
Alcina Dimitrescu, the very same woman you loved was nothing but the monster everyone said she was.
The blood drinking, the unnecessary –sometimes unsanitary– murders, the fact that she and her daughters aren’t humans, all of that were things you could look past. But knowing, having heard from her very own lips and voice, that you were just a game to her, that all of the paradise she made you live was nothing but her way to mock you, to keep you in line… that is what hurts, and that is what you can’t forgive.
You knew her to be cruel, you knew her to be dangerous and unpredictable, you knew since the moment you met her to keep your distance from that wretched family and yet… she had seemed so genuine, so…real.
It’s difficult to accept that all of the effort Alcina put in her façade was only to reach her goal, but deep down (even if everything you learned about her is a lie), you know her enough to be sure that if the Lady wants something she’ll go on and beyond to achieve it.
To think that you believed her when she so adoringly said she loved you. That you completed her and made her feel human again… that she felt a warmth with you she thought long forgotten. You believed in the fire of her kisses, the desire in her eyes, the tenderness of her touch. Even now, your heart has trouble seeing the truth, and it hurts because you can’t bring yourself to stop loving her, not after she made you feel understood, not after you so blinded by love showed her your most vulnerable side and deepest secrets. You know that you will fall victim again to her charms if you see her, and that is why you need to escape.
Now that you think of it, you could have prepared better for the dangerous trip, maybe stopping at the armory could have helped. Then again, the last thing you wanted was to spend another second in the castle where you could easily stumble upon any of them. At least you had the prudence to pick up a knife from the kitchen before venturing downstairs…
Your heart clenches in your chest at the memories of the woman you love flooding your mind, but pinching your forearm forces yourself to keep focused.
Alcina really did a number on you…
Somehow knowing that you were only meant to be the new body for Mother Miranda’s long dead baby isn’t surprising. It makes sense, you guess, it gives an answer as to what was the thing that made you special enough to keep around for so long instead of being murdered in cold blood for your transgressions against the Ladies of the castle.
Mentally you curse the person who designed the so poorly lit dungeon tunnels for making them so complicated. Not to mention the moroaica infestation that makes it even harder to advance further. They already welcomed warmly you as soon as you descended the stairs and somehow managed to take your jacket.
Somewhere in your mind you vaguely remember Alcina mentioning something about them once being failed experiments, and it’s now that it clicks, the so aforementioned health appointments Alcina made you endure and the new info provided by the conversation you overheard earlier…. If any of those procedures had gone wrong, you could have ended up as another member of the undead maidens roaming in the cellar.
The grip you hold on the stolen knife tightens.
Everything you had, everything you were, you gave it all to Alcina.
Your blood, body… and eventually your heart, all of it you had offered on a silver platter and all of it she took greedily.
Something splashes behind you, but whatever it is remains unknown, for the light doesn’t reach this far deep.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
The seconds run on the gold watch on your wrist (a present from Alcina, for the anniversary of your first year together) and make you wonder how long you have left before any of the daughters comes to get you.
Several growls can be heard approaching far too quick for your liking, and the knife on your hand feels slippery thanks to the sweat on your palm.
You were always strong, determined and stubborn, and with Alcina by your side, you felt almost invincible.
Right now though, with your heart broken and your body weak from crying and fighting, you feel too tired to keep moving, and suddenly the idea of surrendering to the moroaica’s swords doesn’t sound all that bad.
You just hope your girls don’t find your body until much, much later, when the incoming horde of undead women finish with you…
Happy new year my loves, I'm really grateful for meeting and talking to all of you, thank you for brightening my mood everyday and I hope I can do that for everyone here in this year ❤️❤️
As the battle hardy soldier she is, she’d struggle to take care of you.
“Sev- no, I don’t need aloe vera- where’d you even find that?”
“The Lanes, and if you don’t need this than what do you need?”
“Soup would be nice.”
She nodded and went into the kitchen.
“Fuck.”
“What?”
“We’re out of soup. I’ll be back, stay here.”
You sighed as the door shut. “You’re not supposed to leave sick people alone usually…”
You’d have to direct her and tell her how to properly handle taking care of someone sick in the beginning, and eventually she’ll be able to do just fine on her own.
“Okay, Sev, now give me the thermometer and ice pack.”
She scoffed. “What? Think I can’t do something so simple?”
“Not really.”
She grunted. “You’re luck you’re incapacitated right now.”
“That I am. Now are you going to take my temperature and cool me down or are you going to prove my point?”
“Yeah yeah.”
Until then you had to be the one to tell her that you weren’t poisoned by someone in the Lanes and was actually just coming down with a cold due to playing out in the snow for too long.
“Baby, it’s just a bad cold, maybe even flu.”
“And you’re sure?”
You laughed tiredly. “Yes, I’m sure”
“You’re absolutely sure? Who have I pissed off recently? Thomas? Kellio? I swear to fucking god if Miana had anything to do this-“
“It was none of them! I’m just sick!”
“I’m still going to double check after this has worn off.”
You rolled your eyes and fell back onto the bed.
She’d do her best to make sure you were comfortable, banishing you to your shared bed and getting frustrated if you tried to get up without letting her know.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
You flinched at Sevika’s voice and coughed as you slowly got back into bed, barely making it 2 steps away before getting caught.
“Wanted to read…” You mumbled, the books being kept in the living room.
“What books do you want? I’ll get them for you.”
You chuckled quietly, listing off the specific novels in a raspy tone.
“Next time, just call.”
With that, Sevika walked off to fetch the books as you shook your head with a smile.
Depending on how long your sickness lasts; she’d show varying degrees of worry in her own unique way. If it lasts for any longer than the end of the week, she’ll start watching over you more closely, ready to drag you to a doctor if you looked to be getting worse.
“It’s just a bad one, I’ll be okay.” You hummed, shivering under your blanket.
“Right, don’t hesitate to let me know if you feel worse than before. Don’t.”
“I won’t…” You mumbled.
“I’m going to get more water and re-heat the soup from lunch.”
“Nooo…”
“I know- but you’ve gotta get something in you if you want to fight this naturally, I’ll also check the medicine dosage and see if you can take another dose or have to wait longer.”
“Okay.. you do that.” You yawn.
Sevika takes off the damp towel from your forehead and wets it again in the bowl set on the bedside table. She takes a moment to run a few fingers through your hair.
“Get better.”
She pressed a kiss to your temple, placed the towel on your forehead, and left the room.
No matter what anyone else says, she’d devote her entire being to helping you get better, as you were her renewed cause for living. She of course was still entirely faithful to helping Silco and taking down the Topsiders, but none of that could make her feel the certain emotions that you did.
“Didn’t you have work today?”
“You’re more important, besides, Silco gave the okay.”
“Maybe he relates, have you ever seen Jinx get sick?”
Sevika shrugged from the chair she was in, leaning back and spreading her legs as she set the food down for a second.
“When she was younger. Either way, I couldn’t care less about that blue haired psychopath.” She scoffed.
You nervously chuckled, aware of their tense relationship.
“Why not?” You attempted to joke.
She gave you a ‘really’ look and gave you a cracker.
You ate it in small bites, watching as Sevika stared out the window, snowflakes falling and some sticking to the window pane itself.
“I love you. You know that.”
You stop chewing and stared back into those familiar eyes. You swallowed what was in your mouth and smiled.
“I love you too.”
And no matter what you say, she’ll join you in that bed and keep you in her warm arms for however long she could.
“Won’t you get sick?”
She adjusted her body for you to lay on her. Her head falling atop yours as you did.
“Strong immune system, maybe part of the shimmer. Either way, haven’t gotten sick in years.”
“Lucky.”
She chuckled.
“Yeah, it is pretty lucky.”
She pressed a kiss to your lips.
You reciprocated but cut the kiss of short with a nasally laugh.
“Okay, calm down or else you really will get sick.”
“Doubt it.”
“The quicker I get better, the quicker we can do something a little.. more, than kissing.”
This is your sign to change your Harry Potter URL. This is your sign to edit your house out of your bio. Trans people are going to see you in their notifs and worry you’re a terf or block you. Edit your blog description. Come up with another handle. Thank you.
While I agree with the general idea, in the spirit of respecting the original intention of this post— I have had a fair number of people in the tags of this post go “oh fuck”, I have seen people edit their URLs in real time, I have seen people go “oh shit I haven’t even looked at my bio in years”. While I respect blocking on sight— it’s smart to be cautious— I would like to generally err on the side of assuming the best of my fellow human beings. This post is a courtesy call and final warning for everyone who hasn’t gotten to it yet to Do It Now.
I rarely open my actual blog page and so for a while I was unaware that I had a Harry Potter house scarf as part of the CSS thing. I’d had it in there for years and unless you open the blog in a new tab then it’s not something you really see. So yeah, it’s possible for people to not realise that there’s something they’d honestly like to remove on their blog because they just don’t see it.
Yeah, and you are Far from the only person who’s responded to this post with something of the kind. I had someone earlier who was worried about breaking their CSS and that’s why they hadn’t edited it!
That being said, it’s important to get it cleared out now, because TERFs are using that as a calling card now, and I have learned that the hard way since making this post by the TERFs who have found this post and reblogged it to tag their house and harass me. I got an anon informing me someone was going to add it to their bio to scare trans people. We’ve reached the Point here where a lot of trans people need to block on sight to protect themselves. So I can’t honestly say I’m against assuming the worst. I’d just like to warn allies that this is already happening so nobody else who’s well intentioned gets caught up in it. Nothing personal! But. Get Your Shit Sorted, Folks.
Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem!Reader: No Place Like Home
Summary: Alcina Dimitrescu + 38 -- "Can we go home yet?"
Prompt from this list here!
A/N: Writing this made me very happy. I love fics that focus on the whole Dimitrescu family, they're very wholesome (as wholesome as they can get) and I love them. I hope you all like this, please don't hesitate to leave a comment :)
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Tag List: @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld
Warning(s): Blood, Minor gore, Ambiguous relationships
According to Daniela, there are several reasons why winter is awful.
Number one—it’s freezing! How could anyone enjoy their day when their limbs are half-numb with cold?
Number two—they’re stuck inside the Castle. This is one that bothers you as well; you failed to realize how much of a handful three castle-ridden girls would be.
Number three—and Daniela’s least favorite, there is nothing to do.
Winter has been your favorite season since you could walk; The holidays, the snow, the warmth of blankets and drinks. Your fondest memory is curling up with your sisters beneath a blanket after spending the day in the snow, fingers slowly warmed by ceramic mugs full of hot chocolate. It’s one you held onto your entire life. One you want to share with your new family.
So you’ve decided to disprove Daniela’s points—or the last one, at least.
“You’re quiet tonight.” Alcina comments.
She glances across the room to where you’re curled up by the fireplace, book in your hand forgotten while you stare at the flames. You’re unsure how long you’ve been distracted. Her place in her own book is marked by a finger as she waits.
“I’m just thinking.”
“Ah,” She nods, “And here I thought it was the fireplace producing smoke.”
You roll your eyes, but can’t stop the upturn of your lips, “Very funny.”
Alcina wears a smirk as she goes back to her reading, leaving you to your thoughts. You can’t figure out how to bring winter to three girls who’ll die from the cold. They have to stay warm, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Unfortunately, both hot and cold can’t coexist for what you want to plan.
Sighing heavily, you put your head in your hands. You want to give up and call off the whole idea. Think, your mind argues, You’re a Dimitrescu now, and Dimitrescu’s don’t give up.
“Alcina?”
She hums, not looking up from her book, “Hm?”
“Has the village ever celebrated the holidays? Not in the religious way, but in the festivities, giving kind of way.”
“Not that I can recall. Mother Miranda frowns upon celebrations that aren’t tied to her. Though she could be forgiving this year, with Eva being freshly returned.”
Ah. There’s the basis of your issues then; Mother Miranda. You nod and stand. Crossing the room, you’re delighted to remember that Alcina’s at level height with you since she’s sitting. You lean in and steal a long kiss.
You pull away, red-faced and breathless, “Can I use the phone in your office?”
And then you’re standing at her desk, the large phone clutched in your hand and ringing, ringing, ringing…
“This better be good.” A cool, venomous voice drips down the line.
You ignore the venom, “Mother Miranda.”
“Little human.”
Her voice has ticked higher in pitch, though otherwise nothing about the woman changes. You can hear the giggles of Eva somewhere in the background.
“I trust you’re well?”
“Skip the pleasantries. What do you want?”
You wince, but relay your desires to the Goddess. It takes promises and a dash womanly charm to coax her into your ideas. You’ve agreed to watch Eva anytime she requires, as well as assisting her once a month in her studies.
If you’re being realistic, you got off far easier than you expected to. You’d anticipated a lot more flirting and agreements of a bloodier nature.
Dodging questions about your call at dinner that evening, you head into the village the next day, alone. The few villagers shy away from the Dimitrescu carriage with fear in their eyes. You knock firmly against the inside of the carriage and bring it to a stop.
Stepping out into the cold, snow crunching under your feet, you watch the people relax. Their grips are no longer white-knuckled and they nod in your direction. Some even dare to meet your eyes and you do your best to reward them with a smile, especially the curious children.
You pat the flank of Alcina’s loyal horses, “Aștepta.”
Beelining to the back of the village square, you slip quietly into the butchers. It’s empty save for you and the graying woman on the other side of the counter. Her back is facing you, rusty red curls slipping from the black scarf around her head, hacking away at a carcass with a cleaver.
“Be with you in a moment.” She throws over her shoulder.
“Take your time.”
The cleaver clatters onto the table and she spins. Her eyes are wide, one hand clutching her chest as it rises and falls too quickly.
“My Lady!”
“I said take your time, Detta,” You sigh, “Will you ever listen to me?”
“Her Ladyship would dislike it very much if I kept you waiting.”
“My wife isn’t here. Finish up your task and then you can help me, not a moment before.”
Detta hesitates as if waiting for a trap. You mentally curse the Lords—not for the first time—for inspiring so much fear into the people of their domain. Your love for your wife and her family is unending, but there are many times you could smack them for being so cruel. It makes interactions like this all the more difficult.
You sense eyes staring in the shop, following your every move. You wonder if Detta feels them glued to her back as well. But you peruse the selection of dried meats as if they’re not there.
There’s an attractive set of hindquarters hanging behind the counter. A heavy layer of salt covers the outside, dark red made pale pink. You wonder if your girls would appreciate it; it’s hardly their preferred fare of man-flesh, but Bela and Cassandra were fond of venison on occasion.
Apparently satisfied with her work, Detta turns back to you, arms splattered with blood. You hardly notice it.
“How can I help you, My Lady?”
“I have an interesting request for you.”
“Anything.”
You level the woman with a look, “I’m not my wife, Detta. You’re allowed to refuse me.”
Detta nods, but her eyes flicker behind you, to where the village no-doubt watches on. There’s sweat on her brow and you know it isn’t from her hard work. You sigh. You can hardly blame her for being so afraid, she’s grown up in the village and seen the countless atrocities committed, but you don’t want to be viewed as an extension of the bloodshed.
Never have you raised a hand against any of them, but it’s done little to make you more favorable. You suppose that became your lot when you took the Dimitrescu name.
“I… What is your request, My Lady?”
“I’d like to set up a bit of festivity here for the holidays, including stalls for businesses like yours. Mother Miranda has given me her blessing. You’re highly respected amongst the people and I’d like you to spread the word around.”
She hesitates.
“You don’t trust me.”
“It’s not that, My Lady,” Detta says, “The winter season has been hard on the village. It will be hard to join the festivities with no product.”
“What would the village require to make this happen?”
Another glance behind you, a deep breath, “The lycans need to be disposed of. They hunt all our game and stock, trample crops, and terrorize us all around. Rid us of them and celebrations will be easier.”
You nod. Heisenburg hardly needs the foul creatures anymore, the threat of Ethan Winters and associated groups having been eliminated. It will take a lot more than agreeing to watch Eva to convince Mother Miranda, but the woman has always been partial to you for some odd reason. You’re not convinced Alcina will appreciate what you have to agree to.
Detta seems to take your silence as evidence of anger; she’s backed herself away from you, as far as she can without being rude. Her hand grips the handle of her cleaver. You could almost laugh at the absurdity of the scene, but you need her favor.
“Give me a week.” You say, “And I’ll take the hindquarters behind you. What are those, venison?”
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The piece of meat goes over well.
“None for me, girls.” Alcina turns it away, sipping at her wine.
“Mama?” Daniela turns to you.
Motioning to your plate where a cooked piece rests, “I’m alright. Thank you, bug.”
The words have hardly left your mouth before the three swarm, teeth ripping into the raw meat. You’re thankful the aging process left it with less blood. Leaning back, you watch as you always do, with a sense of horrified interest.
A large hand comes to rest on your thigh beneath the table. You glance up into golden eyes, offering her a fond smile. She smirks in response.
“Your trip to the village proved worthwhile, it seems.” She comments.
“To a degree, yes. I still have much to do,” You shift, sitting up and turning to face her. Alcina’s eyes meet your own and narrow, “Some of which you may not… enjoy.”
“Oh?”
“I need Mother Miranda’s approval and my methods may have to be… different, this time.”
“No.”
“Alcina, please.”
Her wine glass is slammed onto the table. It shatters, Sanguis Virginis running over her gloved hand. The girls don’t notice.
“She can’t have you.” Alcina snarls.
“What is one night with her compared to an eternity with you?” You ask, “It’s only my body. You own the rest.”
“I own all of you!”
“Alcina, this is an opportunity to endear the village to us. I know you’ve been searching for one. You can hardly scoff when it drops into your lap!”
“I can when it involves loaning out my wife!”
You stand and move into her space. Slowly, you drag a finger up her arm, until you meet her gaze with eyes full of desire. Her jaw clenches.
“What if you’re there too, hm? You’ve always enjoyed watching.” You whisper.
Alcina exhales heavily through her nose. She rakes her eyes over you slowly and you can practically see the images behind them. You, in various positions, another pair of hands pinching and pulling at flesh, while all she can do is watch in a delicious state of helplessness. The interest and hate rolls off of her in waves.
Her hand wraps around your smaller one. Your wrist is pulled to her nose and she inhales, eyes darkening with the scent of you in her senses. Teeth dig in and pull blood from the veins. You try not to whine.
Three sets of eyes look up from their meal.
Alcina pulls a tasteful amount of blood from you before pulling away. It colors her lips like another shade of lipstick.
“You are mine, understood?” Alcina asks.
“Only yours.”
Cassandra gags, “Ugh. Get a room.”
“Or at least let us have a taste!” Daniela smiles, blood and flesh in her teeth.
“What did we say about boundaries, Dani?”
Daniela wilts under Bela’s chastising look. She curls in on herself, muttering obediently that having them is important while the blonde nods. Should the Cadou parasite not be the right path for you, you’d want to go in a way that benefits your family; where they consume you, down to your marrow; you gather now isn’t the time for such admissions.
Cassandra has leaned back in her seat to watch the scene unfold with thinly-veiled disgust. She’s using her sickle to pick flesh from between her teeth, accidentally flinging some into the center of the table.
“Cassandra.”
“Sorry, Mother.”
The middle daughter doesn’t stop despite her apology. Alcina digs her nails into the arm of her chair, the night’s events taking a toll on her sanity. You can’t blame her. There’s surely more news she’ll fill you in on when you’re wrapped up in bed.
Something else finds its way into the center of the table, staining the white cloth red, and you see Alcina tense.
“Girls, you’re excused.” You say quickly.
All three nod, crossing around to offer brief affection before leaving; Cassandra the quickest of all, you can’t help but feel sorry for any maids that may cross her path. Daniela and Bela are slower and more intentional, offering a kiss on the cheek to you and Alcina. Daniela skips from the room and Bela waits for her to leave before following.
It leaves you and your wife alone in the room, the latter with her head in her palm, releasing heaving breaths. You wait. Sipping at your soup politely, you spare glances her way.
“You’re intent on going through with this?” She asks.
“I am. I want to give the girls something to brighten their spirits.”
“And there’s no other way?”
“The village wants free of the Lycans and Karl won’t let them go unless Miranda tells him to. I’ve already made steep promises for my plans to happen at all, but this… there’s only one thing left to bargain with.”
Alcina seethes, “Very well.”
You lay your hand on the table between you, palm up.
She stares at it for a few long moments. Placing her own hand over your own, you smile, and bring it to your lips. You kiss the back of it reverently.
From there your plans unfold nicely. After a long meeting with Mother Miranda—in person, to Alcina’s disgust—the two of you settle on terms; she’ll permanently rid the village of lycans for 24-hours of unhindered access to you. It’s too easy, but that’s a problem for later.
Within a week the village is free of the twisted creatures. Detta seems both pleased and surprised you managed it when you visit, but makes good on her end of the bargain. The people are informed of your plans and the square undergoes an exciting transformation.
All of it is on your and Alcina’s dime of course. The Duke is all too happy to provide what you need for the lei you offer. He’s friendly enough though and you’re not naive to business relations, so you don’t take it too hard when he vanishes after collecting payment.
It feels like a whirlwind until the day of the festivities rolls around. You bounce on your heels in the hall of four, waiting for your family. Alcina descends the stairs first, wrapped in pure white fur, smirking at your apparent excitement.
“I’m glad to see you so pleased, draga mea.” Alcina presses a kiss to your lips.
“I just hope the girls like it.”
“They will,” She assures you, raising her voice, “Daughters!”
The familiar swarms race down the stairs, coming to a stop and forming your girls. Cassandra and Bela stand properly and nod at their Mother. Daniela throws herself into your arms, making you spin to catch her. She squeals in your ear.
“I’m so excited, Mama! A real winter festival!”
“Darling girl, try not to deafen your Mama.” Alcina suggests.
You kiss Daniela’s forehead, “I’m excited for you and your sisters to see it, bug.”
Cassandra clears her throat. You all glance her way.
“If you’re so excited, why are we still standing here?” She asks.
It’s a valid point. You miss the warning glance Alcina gives over your head, taking your wife’s arm and leading the way outside. The Dimitrescu carriage waits, the horses whickering and shaking their heads, eager to move. A maid holds open the door for you and your wife first.
You let Alcina step in, followed by your daughters, but don’t enter yourself. All four give you curious stares. But you rush to the front where the horses wait with forced patience.
They, like your family, are beautiful in a twisted nature; all a dappled gray, with midnight black manes, their flesh sunken in to reveal their skeletons. Their mouths drip black like they swallowed an inkwell. Where eyes once were are empty, red sockets. Though they lack the organs, you can still feel them follow your movements.
In a pouch you’ve tied to your hip are five apples you dipped in clotted blood. The first, Negatio, noses the bag with interest. You pat one side of his face while feeding him an apple with your other hand. You go through the same motions with the other four until they’re pleased and your family is suitably impatient, making you smile.
You’re tucked into Alcina’s side for the trip, enjoying the warmth of her body despite the heat in the carriage.
“Mama?” Bela asks softly.
“Yes, sweet bug?”
“How are you keeping the carriage warm?”
“A generator and heater I affixed to the back,” You answer. When they all stare blankly, you correct, “Technology I purchased from the Duke.”
They all nod in understanding. You bite your lip to keep from laughing, leaning back against the seat and enjoying the gentle sway of the carriage. Out the window a fine layer of snow has started to fall. Alcina takes your hand in her own.
You open your eyes and look up at her. She kisses the back of your hand, eyes impossibly fond. Cassandra rolls her eyes across from you.
“Can we go home yet?”
Alcina’s eyes are ripped from you as she glares. You raise your eyebrows at the reaction, saying nothing.
“Cassandra.”
“What? I’m just asking a question.”
“You know how much time your Mama has put into this. The least you can be is grateful.”
“I never said I wasn’t grateful! I just want to know how long this will take, there’s an old sword in the armory I had to stop working on.”
You lean forward, “If you’d rather, we can take you back to the Castle, Cassandra.”
“Absolutely not.” Alcina snarls, making murderous eyes at her middle daughter, “Cassandra will join her family for the festivities you so carefully planned and like it.”
Cassandra grumbles and crosses arms over her chest. When you’re sure your wife isn’t looking, you meet Bela’s eyes, the both of you looking lost and confused; silently asking what the fuck was that? Neither one of you can come up with an answer.
The youngest bounces eagerly in her seat by the window. It grates on Cassandra’s nerves the longer it happens and you’re waiting for all hell to break loose, you curse yourself for not telling the group to leave their weapons at home.
The carriage rounds a final bend and the lights of the village come into view. All four of your family members lean forward to get a look, eyes wide.
String lights hang from every tree and building around the village square. In the center stands a tall tree decked out with ornaments of all shapes and sizes. Some are brightly colored orbs and others a mesh of wood and glue, courtesy of the first graders at the school.
Near the back, in front of where Detta’s shop is, stands a long white tent. People dip in and out, some bearing arms full of goods, others clutching only a steaming drink.
When the carriage comes to a stop, you’re pleased to see minimal reactions to your arrival. You wave your girls out first.
“After you.”
Daniela shoves past her sisters and out into the air. She turns in circles and giggles, looking at you and Alcina with a large smile.
“Mother, it’s warm out here!”
“What?” Bela says aloud, while Cassandra scoffs out, “No way!”
Soon enough the three of them are standing outside of the carriage, looking surprised and excited. Daniela and Bela even join hands and dance childishly for a moment before Alcina clears her throat. You elbow her hard.
“Let them enjoy this.” You say.
“I am, but they’re still Ladies of House Dimitrescu. They need to uphold the image.”
“For who?”
“Mother Miranda strictly explained—“
“Mother Miranda needed you and the girls to intimidate so she could take what she wanted. The villagers are already frightened and Miranda’s achieved her goal. Let the girls be girls or I’ll have the carriage take you home.”
Alcina’s eyebrows reach her hairline. You hold your breath and wonder if you’ve gone too far, but she smirks.
“How refreshing,” She purrs, “Speak to me like that again and you may lose your tongue, draga mea.”
“Yes, Alcina.”
“Good girl.”
You’re led into the festivities on your wife’s arm. Though you helped set everything up, it looks better than you expected.
Detta waves shyly from across the square and you smile. The Duke sits next to her, gesturing passionately with his hands, and Detta blushes. You wink at the two.
Your girls have disappeared into the tent to harass the local vendors and you’re about to join them when Daniela skips out, hot chocolate in her hands.
“So,” You start, “still think Winter is awful and boring?”
“Pretty much! But this is nice. Maybe it’s not so bad if this happens.”
You laugh, shaking your head. Daniela grins and vanishes. You’ve done all you can to spruce up this winter for them and you’re rather proud of yourself.
You already have a new set of ideas for next year and a whole 12 months to plan this time; you’re looking forward to firmly changing Daniela’s mind… eventually. For now you’ll just settle for being together.
Summary: As a Countess of a village on the outskirts of Romania, something Alcina valued very dearly was culture and tradition, whether it'd be the food, the celebration, the language, and the like, they were held close to her heart. Of course, not as dearly as her family, but close. You understood this, and while you tried to keep up you felt something was missing. So you took it upon yourself to learn the language of your wife's home country, enlisting the help of your daughters along the way.
OR
You learn how to speak Romanian and somehow it only makes Alcina fall for you even harder.
Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader
Warnings: Very mild suggestive language (although it does all take place in Romanian), but regardless, 18+. Otherwise, just a whole boatload of fluff.
Author's Note: Hello my lovelies, I know I haven't written anything besides short little prompts in a solid millennium, so here you go! Did I absolutely pump this out as I was supposed to be studying? Absolutely. But hey, the little joys in life take precedence, no? Hope you enjoy :))
You weren't born and raised in the village. Hell, you weren't even from Romania in the slightest, only coming to visit as a naive tourist who happened to stumble into Castle Dimitrescu and by some miracle managed to not die. Even more so, you were able to catch the attention of the ever-graceful and powerful Countess Alcina Dimitrescu, making her fall for you, and you in turn. For who could resist the charms of a Goddess herself?
But you always felt something...off, a disconnect between yourself and the rich culture of Alcina and her family's hometown. Of course, you tried your best, ate the (very delicious) food, and upheld traditions. But there was one extra step you wanted to take. learning the language, at least a bit.
So you took it upon yourself to find every Romanian book in the library and try to learn it yourself, so you could at least have somewhat of a conversation with Alcina.
One day, however, the girls walk in on you fully immersed in your studying, writing down notes and squinting at the words so unfamiliar to you. You were concentrated entirely on your studies, zoned in so much so that the outside world was completely outside your field of focus.
"What are you doing, mama?" Dani asked curiously, peering over your shoulder. you shrieked loudly as you felt a part of your soul dissipate in the air in your fright, quickly inhaling air as you tried to calm your heavily beating heart. Your daughters only snorted with laughter at your reaction as they waited for you to calm down.
"Don't...laugh at me, alright?" you say with a nervous chuckle, but you knew they would do anything but. They merely leaned in curiously as they waited for you to tell them what you had been up to.
"I'm trying to learn Romanian for your mother, I know how much she values tradition and the land she was born in, so..." you say, gesturing broadly to the piles of books surrounding you. The titles ranged from fairytales, dictionaries, and even "Romanian for Dummies".
Bela only smirked at you knowingly as her eyes sparked up in awe at your dedication, a similar expression on Cassandra's face. Dani, however, looked at you as though you had just painted the sky with Alcina in mind, her eyes glowing like freshly spun gold as she swooned.
"Oh! That is so impossibly sweet, Mother would absolutely love that, mama. She would end up falling for you even more somehow, I'm sure," she says with a squeal.
"Although I for one am confused as to why you didn't come to us for help, mama. Had you forgotten that she's not the only Romanian in this household," Bela says, stepping forward to pick up one of the fairytales to analyze before glancing at you with a grin.
You feel yourself flush lightly in embarrassment, that fact had completely flown over your head in your drive to learn.
"I...suppose I had, Bela. Although any help would be greatly appreciated now," you say, your fingers playing around with one of your butterflies. A byproduct of your cadou products, and a great focus when you wanted to look anywhere else but your daughters in the light of your silly mistake.
"Nope, that's definitely a Bela and Dani sort of thing, my Romanian is absolute ass and probably even worse than yours," Cassandra says, her hands up in the air. "Now weapons training on the other hand, that I can help you with."
Bela only snorts in response. "Absolute ass is an understatement Cass. Remember that one test we took back when we were newly turned? If I can recall correctly Mother had taken one glance at yours and just handed you your sickle as she sighed."
Dani laughed out loud at the memory, “I remember that!! You didn’t even notice Mother’s reaction, you just took the sickle and bolted out the door as fast as possible,” Dani reminisces, her eyes growing distant as she recalls the fond memory from way back when.
“OKAY! Okay, I get it. I think Mama gets the point,” she huffs, arms crossing over her chest in annoyance.
You stand up and float over to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead gently.
“It’s alright, sweet child. No one is good at everything, and your weapons skills definitely make up for the fact,” you say reassuringly as you run your fingers through her hair fondly. “Enough teasing your sister, girls. Or must I remind you of the time Daniela decided the balcony was a-”
“NO, DON’T REMIND THEM,” Daniela jumps in immediately as the first few words leave your mouth.
“Or the whole kitchen fiasco-”
“Nope, enough of that. I have no idea what you mean,” Bela says, eyes widening in slight panic.
You only grin at their reactions before drifting over to your other two daughters, pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads as well.
“Alright, alright. But don’t forget, nothing escapes this mind,” you say, tapping the side of your head to prove your point.
Oh, how you were sorely mistaken.
From that day forward, Romanian lessons were everyday from 1-2pm when Alcina was deep within her paperwork, timed correctly as to not arise suspicion. Bela was overlooking your studies as Cass and Dani had joined in, as she had been the one to help tutor them when they were younger after their Mother’s lessons.
Bit by bit you had learned the language, but not without difficulty. Sometimes the words just refused to stick no matter how many times you had gone over them, or your mouth just failed to produce the necessary sounds and you ended up saying a different word completely. But nothing comes without hard work, so you kept at it and before long you could keep up a somewhat decent conversation.
“Yes! Excellent work, mama. Your phrasing was perfect that time,” Bela says with an excited clap of her hands.
You exhale somewhat shakily as your mind runs a million miles a minute, running through the entire dictionary you had accumulated through these lessons.
“Oh thank Mother Miranda, I feel like I just did a finals exam,” you say with a tired grin.
“Well you passed with flying colours, that’s for sure,” Bela reassures.
“Okay but let’s be honest, will Mama really saying “the dinner is delicious” to Mother? Where is the FLAVOUR,” Dani exclaims with a huff.
“I say that all the time though…” you murmur.
“What do you mean, what else would she say?” Bela asks confusedly.
“I love you, I need you, or mi-as dori ca faţa ta sa fie sub pasarica mea in loc de acest scaun ca sa ma pot aseza pe fata ta,” Dani says with a mischevious smirk while Cassandra howls with laughter and Bela’s jaw drops to the floor.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT, if anything Mother can teach her that phrase, I’m sure they could make good use of it,” Bela says, her face red but still smirking in amusement.
The only word you could pick up from that phrase was chair…which is mildly concerning, but you kept it in your back pocket regardless.
“I have no clue what you said, but I do think ‘I love you’ would be very sweet,” you say.
“Oh that one is easy, it’s just ‘te’” Cassandra says, gesturing for you to mimic.
“Te”
“Iubesc”
“Iubesc,” and Cassandra nods.
“Te iubesc,” you say.
“Or ‘va iubesc’ in plural form,” Bela adds.
“Well then, va iubesc, fiicele mele,” you say. ‘I love you, my daughters’
A chorus of ‘awww’s are heard before the three of them are surrounding you in a group hug as they say their ‘I love you’s back. After a little while, they pull away and Bela speaks up.
“I think you’re ready. At least for now, of course, there’s a lot more to learn, but even now I’m sure Mother would be over the moon at your level of speaking,”
“Yeah! Even if you just said one word to her it would be enough,” Cassandra chimes in. “You know how she is, of course.”
A wave of slight nervousness washes over you, which was odd. She was your wife after all, but you understood the importance her culture held, and to completely butcher it is a horrifying prospect even if you knew she wouldn’t mind.
“Mama, you’ll be fine. Just remember what we taught you and it’ll be enough. Besides, mama needs a break,” Dani says before she pulls a plate of cornulete cu gem out of thin air, a type of white chocolate and apricot cookie.
“Where-, how?” you ask confusedly.
“Don’t question it, just go,” she says before shoving you out of the library and towards Alcina’s office.
Floating through the hallway your emotions, despite not showing on your face, are inconcealable with your butterflies, who flitted around more quickly than usual and were hotter to the touch. Pausing for a moment you think of cold things, ice cream, icebergs, iced water, ice.
“GO MAMA,” you hear Cassandra shout as she pokes her head out of the library door, “enough dawdling!!”
You felt like a child whose parents just made them go up to the counter and order food, what a horrible time that was. It always paid off though, but at what price?
Huffing lightly you float over to the office door, knocking lightly.
“You know you don’t have to knock, my love,” you hear Alcina say from within, and you take that as your sign to enter.
“I know, I know, but just in case you were busy,” you say, matching your wife’s smiling face as she looks at you with an impossible amount of fondness that was of course possible because it was the two of you.
Her eyes drag over your body unashamedly, eyes darkening the tiniest bit.
“You look stunning today darling, good enough to eat,” she says lowly.
“I could be wearing nothing but a flour bag gone through the incinerator and you would still say the same thing, Alcina,” you say with a laugh, making your way to her side before pressing a kiss to her blood-red lips.
“I can’t help it if it’s the truth, my sweet, as though you cast a spell on me I can’t help but be honest.”
Your cheeks flush at the admission even after all this time and you glance away in mild embarrassment.
“While…you can’t eat me just yet,” Alcina’s eyes light up at that, “I do have something you would enjoy,” you say as you show her the cookies.
“Oh my, just what I needed,” she says as her nails scratch gently through your hair before making a home on your cheek. “Work was just getting tedious as of a few moments ago, you always seem to know.” You only smiled in response, shrugging your shoulders.
“Sit with me? I just had tea made a little while ago,” she says, gesturing to the teapot on the side table.
“Of course, my love,” you say.
Too lazy to move about, you simply cast out your butterflies and they carry the tea and chair to the desk, the room lighting up in a fiery glow before they make their way back to their place as part of your body.
Alcina can’t help but watch in awe, no matter how many times she saw your powers in action they never failed to leave her speechless.
Reaching out, she was about to pour the both of you some tea but you beat her to the chase.
“Allow me, Alcina. You’ve been working all this time,” you murmur.
“If you insist, sweet thing,” she says fondly, and you begin preparing the tea just how you knew she liked it. Once that was done you sat back down before your world got tilted on its axis as she pulled you into her lap.
“No need to be so far away, my love,” she says with a mischievous smirk, hands running up and down your thighs lightly.
“If you insist,” you repeat back to her playfully. She only chuckles in response before taking a sip of her tea and picking up a cookie.
You watched her as she took a bite, her eyes closing in bliss as she savoured the flavour of a dessert she adored, and you couldn’t help the words that slipped out of your mouth despite all other plans of holding an actual conversation with her.
“Te iubesc,” you whisper softly, surprising yourself as you hadn’t meant to say them out loud.
In an instant Alcina’s eyes are wide open in surprise, looking down at you as if she couldn’t believe her ears.
“What did you just say?” she asks softly, but you knew she had heard you.
“I-, Te Iubesc Alcina,” you say more assuredly this time around, but no less nervous awaiting her reaction. Her eyes widen once more in shock, and even more, beneath all that was nothing but absolute adoration as she dropped the cookie onto the plate and pulled you into a breathtaking kiss. You shifted in her lap so that you could wrap your arms around her neck, and that lead her to deepen the kiss even further so that the full range of her emotions could be heard, or felt rather.
After a short while, she pulled away as you both panted lightly, and as you looked up at her all you saw was that eternal love you had both promised each other, and then some.
“When did you learn Romanian, dearest?” she asked curiously, fingers trailing up and down your back affectionately.
“I had thought it would’ve been nice since you value the tradition and culture of the village so much, you know? The girls had helped out a lot as well, giving me lessons as you worked.”
“Well it was quite the surprise,” she smiles, “one no less appreciated, however. What else did you learn?”
“Um…” you think back to that phrase Dani had said earlier. How had it gone? You were curious as to what it meant if it garnered that kind of reaction. “Mi-as dori ca faţa ta sa fie sub pasarica mea in loc de acest scaun ca sa ma pot aseza pe fata ta?” Alcina almost freezes like a deer in headlights as she processes your words before her eyes darken with lust, and she leans down so that her lips are pressed to your ear.
“Asta se poate aranja.” she says before you’re swept into her arms and carried off to your shared rooms, silent promises of what she was going to do to you lingering in the air.
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