I shouldn't cause you're rather aggressive @get-frickin-rekt but I am a kind soul who wants Lady Demitrescu to step on me as well. Enjoy
(Also I don't do ocs but I based it off your oc rat)
When she sees me
Lady Demitrescu x fem!reader
Warnings: cursing, age difference
"you smile like an idiot when you see her"
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The fifth Lord, that's what you were. Well- that wasn't a very accurate title nor term to what you were within the dysfunctional family Miranda had morphed and fleshed out in some vicious attempt to bring back her daughter. You were what the Cadou made you. Like all the other Lords, Moreau being the exception, you had some human traits like form and appearance along with your temperament with the other Lords. As much as you were perceived to be a Lord and you technically had your own home, you often mingled with the fair Lady Alcina; it was mostly just pleasant conversation over her well made Sanguis Virginis.
But as said, you were made- altered by the Cadou, like becoming a rather tall vampire lady and... Capturing the eyes of- no one. You add the ability to manipulate Spiders and their webs, similar to the way the three youngest Demitrescu's daughters were with the flies. It was a mutation that you often found yourself playing around with, stealing things from Heisenberg to please Alcina or simply freaking him out with the largest spider you could pinpoint in his factory. It was a secret, but Karl Heisenberg had a terrible case of Arachnophobia; it was pretty embarrassing to watch.
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"You super sized-" was mostly what you pinpointed from the the argument going on from your position beside Alcina's seat, glancing up at the Lady's expressions to make sure that Heisenberg hadn't toed the line.. Which he definitely had before. "Listen here you mutt loving maniac," Alcina shot back which almost earned a laugh from you, "we both know that Mother Miranda has a plan and we must trust it. You can't do anything anyway Karl." From her throne Miranda nodded in agreement, along with Moreau who was nodding more vigorously than even the Mother was. "Since Alcina pointed out an undeniable fact this meeting is over, I have more things to do than listen to you two argue." That was pretty much the end of the meeting, it was almost a flash of feathers and Miranda was gone from your constantly dulled vision, Alcina sighed in displeasure as she turned on her feels and wisked herself away from her fellow family members.
It was quiet, near silent, since it seemed like everyone had left while you were staring at Alcina- then the annoying rumble of Heisenberg's voice interrupted your thoughts."You smile like an idiot when you see her," He pointed out with a grin and the tilt of the cigar in his mouth, "even with these sunglasses on I can see those pearly whites (Y/n)." You knew it was true, even quiet Donna accompanied by less quiet Angie had pointed it out after one of the meetings- Moreau had stared with confusion which was enough for you to understand everyone had noticed. "Fuck- I know that Karl," you hesitated slightly, "I am an idiot around her. Ya know, I don't even like Sanguis Virginis! I just drink it to talk to her more..." For a moment he stared, then let out his wretched laugh, "I've seen you drink it you Arachni-freak. It's obvious."
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You almost could hear her voice as you stared up at Lady Demitrescu's figure, knowing you were doing the usual smile as you fawned over her and stopped listening to anything really. "My dear? Are you alright? Did you get into the Wine? I know you like it but I didn't think you liked it that much," you knew you were flaking out- dazed in confused by the presence of this woman. "No, my Lady, I'm simply basking in your warmth." You could see the surprised glances of the little Maidens as they skittered away in fear, unsure of what Alcina was going to say about the uncalled for comment from her favorite Lord. She laughed, the melodic chant of joy was a gift from the heavens themselves. "I appreciate the comment my lovely, but there's no warmth coming from me," she declared a more than likely true fact and one you wished you had known.
You laughed as well, rubbing your flushed face before stating another true fact to the fair Lady. "My Lady, I cannot confirm nor deny that fact considering I have yet to hold onto you in any fashion." Alcina quirked her head, thinking for a moment before offering out her larger than life hand for you to hold; which you didn't take any time clasping onto. It was cool, though not cold like Cassandra or Bela or Daniela. Soft as well, only the hand that a mother would have it seemed. "You aren't warm, no my Lady, but I could change that if you so wished," you proposed to her with hopeful thinking and a smile. All you got as a nod, and her own hand clasped around yours as she began to talk about something else, chirping on about getting a new Maiden and making up a new batch of your favorite wine.
You knew Lady Demitrescu was needed elsewhere when, in near unison, her daughters called out to her for they needed assistance. She let go of your hand, standing up to her usual full height in which you followed by standing as well. Surprising you more than anything that day, was when Alcina bent over to press a kiss to your upper cheek. "You know (Y/n), you could've just asked to hold my hand."
Younger fraternal twin of Donna Beneviento. Belle was born shortly after her sister, the twins were inseparable during their early years, keeping mostly to themselves avoiding social contact with others.
Unlike her sister. Belle was more adventurous and enjoyed exploring the areas around the Beneviento estate.
However, when their parents died the twins were left orphaned and 'adopted' by Mother Miranda.
After being infected, Donna grew more reclusive and unhinged. Obsessing over keeping her dolls and her you get sister with her at all times.
As the younger sibling, Belle was locked away in her estate and left to cope with the deterioration of her sisters mental state. Often subjected to mental abuse and illusions formed by her older sister.
Following the experiments, Belle developed a mutation which allows her to produce large amounts of bloodline secretions, using her blood like strings to control those around her like puppets, similar to how her family used to move their dolls.
In public - under instruction of her sister Belle also wears her mourning attire covering her face.
