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horeformilfs · 2 months

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Rescued From the Nightmares

Miracina x Fem! Reader

TW: Blood, Mentions of ED Behaviors, Mentions of Poison and Torture

Liniștește-te, îngeraș. Ești în siguranță = Calm down, little angel. You're safe

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Amidst the dense forest, Alcina Dimitrescu and her daughters, Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela, prowled gracefully, their senses sharp and instincts honed for the hunt. The crisp air carried whispers of prey, but something else lingered—a foreign scent, unfamiliar and intriguing.

Bela's keen nose twitched as she caught wind of it, her brows furrowing in curiosity. "Mother," she murmured, her voice a soft melody in the twilight, "do you smell that?"

Alcina, towering and regal, nodded, her crimson lips curling into a predatory smile. "Yes, my dear. I've noticed it too," she replied, her golden eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Let us follow it and see what secrets this forest holds."

With a nod from their mother, the Dimitrescu daughters ventured deeper into the woods, their steps silent and purposeful. Alcina's directive echoed in their minds—explore, hunt, but remain vigilant.

Bela suggested they split up to cover more ground, a notion that Alcina entertained. "Very well," she conceded, her voice carrying authority softened by maternal concern. "Bela, Cassandra, you shall pair up. Daniela, you are with me."

And so they dispersed, weaving through the shadows with practiced ease. Bela and Cassandra navigated the labyrinth of trees until they stumbled upon a clearing, where a young woman lay unconscious, her form draped in a cloak of darkness and blood.

Cassandra's brow furrowed in concern as she knelt beside the fallen figure. "What do we do, Bela?" she asked, her voice a whisper in the stillness of the night.

Bela hesitated, her gaze flickering between her sister and the stranger at their feet. "We bring her to Mother," she decided, her tone resolute. "She will know what to do."

They carried the unconscious woman back to the agreed meeting point, where Alcina and Daniela awaited their return. Alcina's gaze narrowed as she took in the sight before her, her maternal instincts tinged with caution.

"Who is she?" Alcina inquired, her voice a velvet whisper laced with authority.

"We found her while exploring, Mother," Bela explained, her voice steady despite the weight of uncertainty.

Alcina regarded the stranger with a measured gaze before nodding in agreement. "We shall bring her back to the castle," she decided, her voice commanding yet gentle. With practiced grace, Bela transferred the injured woman into Alcina's arms, their journey back to the castle beginning in silence.

The grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu welcomed the returning huntresses with an air of quiet anticipation. Alcina's wife, Miranda, awaited their arrival, her presence a calming anchor amidst the storm of their nightly endeavors. As the Dimitrescu daughters approached, Miranda greeted them with a warm smile, her gaze flickering with curiosity.

"How was the hunt, my darlings?" Miranda inquired, her voice a soothing melody in the cavernous hall.

Cassandra's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as she recounted their exploits, her words painting a vivid picture of the night's escapades. But Miranda's smile faltered when her eyes fell upon the unconscious woman cradled in Alcina's arms, her brow furrowing in concern.

"What happened?" Miranda asked, her tone laced with worry as she turned to Alcina for answers.

Bela stepped forward, her voice steady as she explained their unexpected encounter in the abandoned base. Miranda listened intently, her expression softening with understanding as she absorbed the tale.

Alcina, ever composed, interjected with a gentle reminder of the woman's injuries. "Miranda, she is in need of your expertise," she stated, her voice a velvet whisper tinged with concern.

Miranda nodded, her resolve firm as she accepted the responsibility thrust upon her. With a graceful motion, Alcina transferred the unconscious woman into Miranda's waiting arms, their gazes locking in silent reassurance before Miranda disappeared down the dimly lit corridors, her burden cradled close to her heart.

Left alone with her daughters, Alcina's focus shifted to the task at hand. "Clean yourselves up," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. "Dinner will be served in a few hours."

The Dimitrescu daughters nodded in understanding, their movements fluid as they made their way to their chambers to prepare for the evening ahead. Meanwhile, Alcina dispatched a maid to fetch Miranda's equipment, ensuring that her wife had all she needed to tend to their unexpected guest.

Alone in their shared room, Alcina found Miranda tending to the stranger's wounds with practiced expertise, her hands gentle yet sure as she worked. With a soft smile, Alcina offered her assistance, their bond a silent testament to the strength of their union.

Miranda's skilled hands moved with precision as she tended to the unconscious woman, her focus unwavering despite the weight of uncertainty that hung in the air. Alcina stood by her side, a silent sentinel ready to offer assistance at a moment's notice.

As they worked, their conversation drifted to the mysterious circumstances surrounding the woman's appearance in the abandoned base. They speculated quietly, weaving tales of intrigue and danger, each possibility more fantastical than the last.

With practiced ease, Miranda finished attending to the woman's injuries, her touch gentle as she wrapped them in sterile dressings. She cleaned her equipment methodically, her movements a ballet of efficiency and grace.

A faint stir from the woman interrupted their quiet conversation, and Miranda's hand instinctively reached out to steady her. Alcina's voice, a soothing balm in the darkness, reassured the woman of her safety, her words a promise of protection amidst the unknown.

But the woman, disoriented and confused, attempted to rise from her makeshift bed. Miranda's gentle touch halted her movement, her voice soft yet firm as she urged the woman to rest.

"You're safe now," Alcina assured her, her gaze unwavering as she met the woman's eyes. "You're in good hands."

The young woman's words cut through the air like a chilling breeze, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "I need to leave," she pleaded, her eyes darting nervously towards the door. "They'll hurt me if they find me here."

But her legs buckled beneath her, and she stumbled, leaning heavily against the sturdy wooden doorframe for support. Alcina approached her cautiously, her voice a soothing melody amidst the woman's turmoil.

"You're safe here," Alcina reassured her, her tone gentle yet unwavering. "No one will harm you."

Miranda's keen gaze softened as she observed the young woman's distress, her heart aching with empathy for the pain etched in her features. "You need antibiotics," Miranda explained calmly, her voice a steady anchor in the storm.

At the mention of needles, the woman's eyes widened with fear, her body tensing in anticipation. "No, please, not again," she pleaded, her voice tinged with anguish.

Alcina's brow furrowed in concern as she listened to the woman's words, a sense of foreboding settling over her. "What do you mean, 'again'?" she inquired gently, her voice laced with quiet concern.

"They..." the woman trailed off, her voice choked with emotion. "They always give me shots," she confessed, her words heavy with the weight of trauma.

Miranda guided the woman to the bed, her touch gentle as she offered comfort and reassurance. She sat beside her, her presence a steady anchor in the tumult of emotions swirling around them.

As Alcina administered the injections, Miranda offered words of encouragement, her voice a soothing balm to the woman's frayed nerves. With the first needle's prick, the woman held her breath, her knuckles turning white as she clutched Miranda's hand in a vice-like grip.

"Remember to breathe, sweetheart," Miranda murmured, her voice a gentle reminder of their shared humanity.

The second injection followed, and the woman squeezed Miranda's hand tightly, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain. Miranda praised her bravery, her words a beacon of light in the darkness of her fear.

"You did very well, my dear," Alcina added, her voice warm with pride as she applied bandaids to the tiny puncture wounds.

The young woman's eyelids grew heavy, the effects of the medication beginning to take hold. With a soft sigh, she swayed dizzily, her strength ebbing away as she slipped from the edge of the bed. Alcina's swift reflexes caught her before she could hit the ground, her voice a steady anchor in the swirling sea of confusion.

"Easy now," Alcina murmured, her arms enfolding the woman in a protective embrace. With gentle care, she lifted her and settled her back onto the bed, beside Miranda.

The woman, her name still a mystery, sought solace in Miranda's presence, her heart yearning for the warmth of connection amidst the chill of uncertainty. Miranda welcomed her into her embrace, her touch tender as she brushed a stray lock of hair from the woman's face.

Alcina watched over them, her gaze soft with compassion as she took a seat beside the young woman. She reached out, her hand resting lightly on the woman's shoulder, a silent gesture of support and reassurance.

"You're safe here, sweetheart," Miranda whispered, her voice a gentle caress in the darkness. "Rest now, and let your worries fade away."

Alcina's voice joined Miranda's, their words weaving a tapestry of comfort and solace around the woman. "We'll protect you," she promised, her tone firm yet gentle. "You're not alone."

The young woman's lips parted in a feeble attempt to speak, her voice barely a whisper amidst the quiet of the room. Miranda's gentle touch silenced her, a soft shushing sound soothing her restless mind.

"Rest now, my dear," Miranda murmured, her voice a gentle melody in the darkness. "There will be time to talk later, once you're feeling better."

The woman, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion, nodded weakly, her protests silenced by the comforting embrace of sleep. She sank deeper into Miranda's arms, her body yielding to the pull of slumber as the warmth of safety enveloped her.

Curiosity flickered in her eyes as she gazed up at the two older women, a silent question lingering on her lips. Alcina's voice, warm and reassuring, broke the stillness of the room as she introduced herself and Miranda.

"I am Alcina Dimitrescu, and this is my wife, Miranda," Alcina explained, her tone gentle yet proud. "And you, my dear, what is your name?"

Miranda's gaze softened as she awaited the woman's response, her heart brimming with compassion for the stranger in their midst. "We would like to know who you are sweet girl," she added, her voice a gentle invitation to trust.Y/n's voice, soft and hesitant, broke the silence of the room. "My name is Y/n," she murmured, her eyes flickering with uncertainty as she met Miranda and Alcina's gazes.

The apology tumbled from Y/n's lips, her voice laced with self-doubt. Alcina's brow furrowed in confusion at the unexpected apology, prompting Y/n to explain her concern about intruding on their relationship.

Alcina's gaze softened, a flicker of understanding passing between her and Miranda. "You have nothing to apologize for, my dear," Alcina assured her, her voice warm with reassurance. "You are not an inconvenience."

Miranda echoed Alcina's sentiment, her touch gentle as she urged Y/n to rest. "Sleep now," Miranda whispered, her words a soothing lullaby in the stillness of the room. "We'll talk more later."

With a tender kiss to Y/n's forehead, Alcina bid Miranda and Y/n farewell, her footsteps fading into the distance as she left the room. Y/n shifted slightly, pulling away from Miranda's embrace, her eyes clouded with uncertainty.

"Are you alright?" Miranda asked, her voice soft with concern as she observed the turmoil in Y/n's expression.

Y/n's response was hesitant, her words tinged with guilt. "I shouldn't be getting so close to a married woman," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Miranda's touch was gentle yet firm as she drew Y/n back into her embrace. "If you need comfort right now, that's what matters," Miranda reassured her, her words a beacon of understanding in the darkness of Y/n's doubts. "You're not doing anything to jeopardize our marriage."

Y/n relaxed into Miranda's arms, her fears melting away in the warmth of their shared embrace. Miranda pulled the duvet over them both, cocooning them in a blanket of safety and comfort as Y/n nestled closer to her.

With a final kiss to Y/n's forehead, Miranda whispered words of comfort as Y/n drifted off to sleep, the weight of the world easing from her shoulders in the embrace of those who dared to care. And in the heart of Castle Dimitrescu, amidst shadows and secrets, a stranger found solace in the arms of those who welcomed her with open hearts.

Amidst the quiet intimacy of their room, Alcina returned from her brief check on the girls, her footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit chamber. She approached Miranda with a questioning gaze, concern etched into the lines of her elegant features.

"How is she?" Alcina inquired, her voice a gentle murmur as she regarded Miranda with a mixture of curiosity and worry.

Miranda's gaze softened as she turned to face her wife, a small smile gracing her lips. "She's sleeping now," Miranda replied, her voice soft with reassurance. "She was worried about us being married."

Alcina's brow furrowed in confusion at the revelation, prompting Miranda to explain Y/n's concerns. "She doesn't understand why she feels that way," Miranda added, her voice tinged with empathy.

A tender silence enveloped them as they pondered the complexities of Y/n's feelings. "I don't mind that she's come into our lives," Miranda confessed, her words a testament to the depth of her compassion.

Alcina's gaze softened with understanding, her hand reaching out to intertwine with Miranda's. "I agree," she murmured, her voice a whispered affirmation of their shared sentiment.

They lingered in quiet companionship for a while longer, their thoughts drifting amidst the gentle ebb and flow of conversation. Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and soon, the aroma of dinner wafted into the room, heralding the arrival of their meal.

Miranda stirred Y/n gently from her slumber, her touch tender as she guided the sleepy woman to sit up. Y/n instinctively gravitated towards Miranda, seeking solace in the comforting embrace of the older woman.

Alcina's voice broke the silence, her tone warm with affection as she informed Y/n of their dinner. With her help, Y/n sat up and began to eat, the simple act of nourishment a testament to the newfound bond forged between them.

But as Y/n pushed the food around on her plate, Alcina gently urged her to eat, her voice filled with concern. "You should try to eat something, my dear. It will help settle your stomach," she suggested, her eyes flickering with worry.

Y/n hesitated, her appetite diminished by memories too painful to share. "I'm not hungry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Miranda exchanged a concerned glance with Alcina, her brow furrowing in worry. "Is there a specific reason why you don't want to eat?" she inquired gently, her voice filled with empathy.

Y/n's gaze flickered with hesitation, her mind torn between the desire to confide in them and the fear of burdening them with her past. But finally, she found the courage to speak, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession.

"When I was given meals at the base... they were usually poisoned," she admitted, her words heavy with the weight of truth. "They wanted to see which poisons I was immune to."

Shock and anger rippled across Alcina and Miranda's faces at Y/n's revelation, their hearts heavy with the weight of her suffering. "We would never do such a thing," Alcina vowed, her voice laced with righteous indignation. "We want you to be safe here."

Miranda's hand reached out to gently touch Y/n's, her touch a silent reassurance of their commitment to her well-being. "We want to help you," she murmured, her voice soft yet determined. "Please, try to eat something small. It will help with the antibiotics."

With a shared understanding passing between them, Y/n nodded slowly, her trust in Alcina and Miranda growing with each passing moment.

As the weeks passed, Y/n found herself gradually integrating into the life of Castle Dimitrescu. She formed bonds with Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, the Dimitrescu daughters taking a liking to her gentle nature and welcoming her into their fold. But it was with Alcina and Miranda that Y/n grew closest, finding solace and security in their presence.

Despite the warmth of their companionship, Y/n continued to sleep on the floor each night, a silent testament to the lingering trauma that haunted her dreams. The softness of the bed and the comfort of the room were foreign to her, a stark contrast to the harsh realities she had endured before being rescued by Alcina and her daughters.

To Y/n, the comforts of the bed were reserved for those who had earned them, not for someone like her. So she sought refuge on the familiar embrace of the floor, finding solace in the hum of the heating and the warmth of a simple rug beneath her.

It was only when Miranda and Alcina gently encouraged her to embrace the comfort of the bed that Y/n began to realize the true extent of her fear of sleep. The gentle weight of the comforter, the warmth of the mattress, and the softness of the pillows were foreign sensations, overwhelming in their unfamiliarity.

But with their reassurance, Y/n tentatively allowed herself to sink into the embrace of the bed, the promise of safety and comfort beckoning her into the realm of sleep. Yet, as the night wore on, the darkness of her dreams crept in, suffocating her with its tendrils of fear and despair.

The first night in the shared bed was plagued by bone-deep screams, the echoes of her nightmares reverberating through the quiet of the room. Alcina and Miranda at her side in a n instant, their gentle words a soothing balm to her troubled soul as they guided her back to the shores of wakefulness.

But even as they slipped back into unconsciousness, the nightmares returned with a vengeance, tearing through the fragile veil of sleep with relentless ferocity. Hour after hour, Y/n fought against the darkness, her throat raw from screams and her body drenched in sweat.

Yet, through it all, Alcina and Miranda remained steadfast at her side, their unwavering presence a beacon of light in the darkness of her nightmares. And as the night faded into dawn, Y/n clung to their comfort, the promise of a new day offering a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of her past.

The echoes of Y/n's screams filled the room, jolting both Alcina and Miranda from their sleep. Right away, they were at her side, their comforting presence a shield against the encroaching darkness of her nightmares.

Miranda gently cradled Y/n in her arms, feeling the tremors that coursed through her body. "Draga mea, shh, you're safe," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody in the night.

Alcina's hand rested on Y/n's shoulder, her touch firm yet gentle. "Îngeraș, we're here for you," she reassured, her voice a comforting murmur.

Y/n, caught in the throes of her nightmares, clung to Miranda, her tears soaking into the fabric of her nightshirt. Between sobs, she tried to articulate the horrors that plagued her dreams, but her words were disjointed and unintelligible.

Miranda pressed a tender kiss to Y/n's forehead, her voice a calming presence amidst the storm. "Shh, my dear, it's okay. We're here with you," she murmured, her fingers gently stroking Y/n's hair.

Alcina leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/n's temple. "Take your time, îngeraș. We're not going anywhere," she said, her voice a steady reassurance.

The trio remained intertwined in the bed, a tableau of comfort and solace in the face of Y/n's turmoil. Alcina and Miranda worked in tandem to calm her racing heart and ease the tension that gripped her.

As Y/n continued to cry into Miranda's neck, Alcina whispered soothing words in Romanian, the melodic cadence a balm to Y/n's restless soul. "Liniștește-te, îngeraș. Ești în siguranță," she murmured, her voice a gentle lullaby.

Miranda continued her soft reassurances, offering a comforting refuge for Y/n to lean into. "It's alright, my dear. We're here to help you through this," she whispered, her words a promise of unwavering support.

After some time, as Y/n's sobs began to subside, Alcina and Miranda exchanged a knowing glance. "Let's talk about it in the morning," Alcina suggested, her tone filled with understanding.

Miranda nodded in agreement, gently wiping away Y/n's tears. "Sleep, Draga mea. We'll face this together when the sun rises," she murmured, her words a gentle promise of a new day, free from the shadows of the night.

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donnas-dollface · 8 months

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Heisenberg: i was invited to Alcina’s second wedding, and i started my speech with “welcome back everyone”

Heisenberg: she wasn't happy but when doesn't she act like she has a stick up her ass?

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nclgsticore · 8 months

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Desperate

Alcina x Maiden!Reader

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Here is the next part: Part 2 , Part 3

Summary: You heard Alcina coming back from a short trip to Mother Miranda's place, and you give her a little 'visit' to her room that evening

Warning: slight NSFW, MINORS DNI, kissing, breast-play, Maiden!Reader, very fluffed-themed/ comfort but leads to a smutty ass sex (later in Part 2)

Alcina is sitting on her bed as you knocked on the door, allowing yourself in after Alcina gave you her permission.

"My dear Y/n, to what do I owe this visit?" She crooned, putting down the book she seemed very interested in to the side of the table, next her glasses on the closed book

"Hello there my Lady, I'm sorry for interrupting your evening." You politely arrange your words.

"Do not worry, dearest love. Your visit is always welcome." Alcina turned from her side, her voice still held a soft, sweet tone. She rose from her bed and approached you, her long fingers trailing across your cheek, as she closes the door behind you.

"How are you feeling today, my lady? I saw you coming back from Mother Miranda's today..."

"Exhausted, I'm afraid." Alcina took your head into her hands as she led you over to her bed, resting you gently upon the mattress.

"I need you here by my side. You comfort me, my pet."

Alcina's head tilted over towards you as she let out a quiet sigh.

"You're the most precious part of my day."

Her fingers grazed softly over your cheek.

"You would love me to stay, hmm? Have you eaten anything yet today?" You ask as your hand grazes softly against her stomach, giving her a concerned look.

"I have not eaten anything, yet." Alcina purred, her voice dropping into a more seductive tone.

"I have been waiting for you... My love."

She gave you a tender kiss on your cheek, her breath hot against your skin.

"What do you want to taste now, my dearest Lady?"

"You, my pet... I would taste you."

Alcina pressed her lips against yours, her arms pulling you close against her.

"I crave you. My thirst cannot be quenched, by mere food alone."

Her voice dropped to a whisper as your lips locked together.

"I want you.... my heart... it belongs to only you."

"Mmm hmm yes desperate are we this evening?"

Your hands gently hold Alcina's arm, taking her lips into yours, intoxicated. You opened your mouth before feeling her tongue swiping across yours, ravishing all you have.

"Mmm..."

Alcina moaned as your lips locked together. She was a hungry woman, and her lust was not something easy to satisfy.

"You taste divine." Her fangs pierced through your lower lip as she bit down, holding you still as she drank.

"Mmm" Alcina let out another guttural purr, her mouth locked firmly upon yours. She tasted your blood, craving every drop as sweat formed along her brow.

"I want more... you're so delicious." She pulled back for but a moment, gazing deep into your eyes.

"Go on my love, show me what you want to do, I'm all yours"

"Mmm, I want that..."

Alcina placed her hands against your waist, and pulled you further up her body, until you were sat upon her lap.

"Kiss me again, my pet... and more."

Her fingers ran through your hair as she kissed you deeply, her fangs digging into your upper lip before she pulled back once more.

"That felt wonderful, did it not? Now... I want more."

"O-Oh yes, that felt- Mmmhh! Wonderful-"

Alcina leaned forward and pressed her lips against your neck, her fangs digging in as she drank greedily. Your blood seemed to be a sweet treat, and she was hungry for every drop.

Her free hand rubbed your back.

"You taste delicious, my pet. Such a sweet treat."

Her voice dripped with sensuality and seductive undertones.

Your hips slowly grind on her thigh, feeling her tensing her thigh innocently, making you gasp lightly and seeing her lips curves into a smirk.

"You're indeed a naughty woman too, aren't you, my love..."

"Mmm..."

Alcina purred, your hips grinding against her thigh causing her to moan softly. She leaned her head back against your chest as she continued to drink from your neck.

"If I am naughty, I am naughty... for you alone. I crave nothing more than to please you, my beloved pet."

She looked up at you, her lips dripping with your blood as she panted, her eyes locking deep into yours.

"Please, show your love to me so I can show your mine towards yours.."

"Mmm, my sweet pet."

Alcina slowly lowered you to the bed, so that you were lying beside her with your head in her lap. She continued to feast upon your neck, her fingers still trailing along your back as she drank.

Once she had satisfied her thirst, her fingers slowly pulled at your shirt buttons, the material slipping off of your body with ease.

"I shall show you just how much I love you, my pet." She moaned, her nails scratching against your chest.

"O-Oh love, just like that... Go on. Fuck, you're making me feel hot..."

"Mmm..."

She continued to scratch at your chest, her nails teasing along your skin as she leaned forward. Your body was warm to the touch, and her lips grazed along your collarbone before they locked firmly against yours.

Alcina's hands reached lower, slipping under your shirt and cupping your breasts as she groaned softly. Your touch seemed to drive her wild

"L-Love... Give me more, please... You're torturing me"

Your hands gently cup her face, kissing every inch of her face, leaving red stains of the lipstick you have worn today on her beautiful skin. Your eyes met as she starts to grope your breasts with a gentle touch, causing you to let out a strangled moan, trying not to give her what she wanted in a return.

Alcina smiled as your fingers roamed across her face, leaving a trail of lipstick stains. She licked away the color, savoring the taste of it.

She let out a low purr as her hands trailed lower down your body, gently gripping your breast and beginning to play with it. Alcina had all the time in the world to tease you, to tease you until the very last second.

"My love, if it is what you want... I shall give it to you." She said seductively.

"Touch me however you wanted, Alcina. I'm all yours, hopefully, you're willing to be mine, hmm?"

"Oh, pet... I'm absolutely all yours. How lucky am I to have you in my life my love?"

hehe- I'll continue later in part 2! wait for it okay? dont kill me

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operaqueen · 10 days

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Joan Sutherland

#dame Joan Sutherland #joan sutherland #opera #Alcina #handel #1980's

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wh0re4gwen · 2 months

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RE8 Women~

Smut/Fluff/Angst/& Hurt no comfort

Requests: Open!

Alcina Dimitrescu-

Oneshots-

Nothing yet

Mother Miranda-

Oneshots-

Your everything

Donna Benevinto

Oneshots-

Poppet

Donna analysis

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a-bluedream-posts · 10 months

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Alcina by vznnry

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tragediambulante · 3 months

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Orlando Furioso canto VII: Ruggero and Alcina the sorceress, Nicolò dell'Abate, 1548-50

#art history #art #italian art #aesthethic #painting #16th century #nicolò dell'abate #frescoes #fashion history #palazzo torfanini #pinacoteca nazionale bologna #orlando furioso #ludovico ariosto #ruggero #alcina #sorceress #witch

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milkiedimitrescu · 10 months

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so i have another Alcina scenario that I need to get off my chest.

I'm for real wondering if anyone would write Alcina meeting her dobbelgänger.

So maybe the castle is having new maids since there is a shortage on them and one of those new maids seem to look a lot like Alcina.

Having the same features and everything. Her daughters notice this and start to keep watch on that one particular maid and wonder why that maid looks so much like their mother.

It probably looked funny too because to them it looked like their mother was a maid working in her own castle. But for real, it was still strange.

When Alcina gets involved with showing the maidens around, she notices the similarities between the maid and her, face-wise. It surprised the maid too that the mistress looked so much like her. They were wearing the same makeup except, the maid looked more human so her skin is not white but the one skin color Alcina used to have when she was human herself.

I'll leave the other storyline stuff to the writers but damn... I just wonder how Alcina would react to meeting a literal clone of herself. Maybe the maid's name is similar to her's like, Alice, Alina, Alsie, or Alicia, ect. OR... Maybe it's just another random girl name off of Google, idk.

The maid is also in her late 40's like Alcina, so that makes them even more alike. She is also pretty tall like her. About 6'4. A fucking NBA player. 💀

They even have the same HAIRSTYLE as Alcina. Just slightly different cause obviously they are a different person and not a clone but looks literally identical to Alcina.

There could be another scenario with the reader of course being Alcina's lover. Maybe they come across the maid who looks like her and would probably ask why the hell do you look so much like my girlfriend/wife.

Nah I'll write this on ao3 if you guys want, or maybe someone can write it??? Idk bro...

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ghost-with-a-teacup · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ~ 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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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An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem! Maid Reader

TW: Blood, Violence, Anger, Mention of Eating Disorders, Angst

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The imposing doors of Dimitrescu Castle creaked open, heralding the return of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. As the tall, elegant figure made her way through the grand foyer, the echo of her footsteps reverberated through the vast halls. The atmosphere seemed charged with an unspoken tension.

Y/N, the head maid of the Dimitrescu household, stood in the dimly lit corridor, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on her apron. She had spent the entire day managing the affairs of the castle, all while pondering the peculiar absence of Lady Dimitrescu's usual morning presence.

When Alcina swept into the dining room, her daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, were already seated. Y/N approached them, her eyes searching for an explanation. "Where is Lady Dimitrescu?" she inquired, her tone respectful yet tinged with concern.

Bela, the eldest of the three daughters, looked up, her gaze meeting Y/N's. "Mother left for a meeting with Mother Miranda before dawn," she replied, her words carrying an air of indifference.

Y/N's brow furrowed in confusion. Alcina had never left without informing her, especially for matters concerning Mother Miranda. It left a subtle ache in her chest, a silent question lingering in her mind.

Throughout the day, Y/N carried out her duties, the silence of the castle amplifying her contemplations. Her mind replayed the moments leading up to Alcina's departure, searching for a reason, an explanation that remained elusive.

As dusk settled over the castle, the heavy wooden doors groaned once again, signaling Lady Dimitrescu's return. The air seemed to thicken with an unspoken tension as Y/N caught a glimpse of the anger etched on Alcina's face.

The tall woman's steps were sharper, more forceful than usual, as if carrying the weight of unresolved frustration. Y/N, ever attentive, approached with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "My Lady, is there anything you require?" she inquired, her voice steady.

Alcina's eyes, stormy and unforgiving, met Y/N's. "You should have known better than to let things fall into disarray in my absence," she reprimanded, her tone cutting through the air.

"I assure you, Lady Dimitrescu, everything has been overseen meticulously today," Y/N responded calmly, her gaze meeting Alcina's unwaveringly. The tension in the room seemed to escalate with each passing moment.

A scowl etched itself deeper into Alcina's face, her anger palpable. "Do not presume to speak back to me, maid," she hissed, the words dripping with disdain. Y/N, however, stood her ground, her patience waning.

"Forgive me, my Lady, but I won't stand idly by while unfounded accusations are thrown my way," Y/N retorted, her voice steady, yet an undertone of frustration lingered.

Alcina's eyes flashed with an intensity that bordered on fury. "You dare to challenge me?" she exclaimed, the sharpness of her tone cutting through the air.

Y/N's irritation reached its peak, and she snapped, "I only speak the truth, Lady Dimitrescu. If there's an issue, let it be known so I can address it."

The confrontation escalated, each word exchanged adding fuel to the growing inferno. Alcina's daughters, drawn by the rising commotion, entered the main hall with concerned expressions, their eyes shifting between their mother and the head maid.

Bela spoke up, "Mother, what's happening?"

Cassandra added, "Why are you arguing with Y/N?"

Before Alcina could respond, Y/N, fueled by a mix of frustration and confusion, uttered something that struck a nerve. Alcina's eyes flared with a dangerous intensity, and in a moment of unbridled rage, she unsheathed her claws.

The metallic sound echoed through the hall as Alcina swiped at Y/N, leaving a searing trail of pain across her face. Y/N stumbled backward, a scream escaping her lips as she clutched her injured face.

The daughters rushed to Y/N's side, their expressions a blend of shock and concern. Alcina, her claws still unsheathed, stood there, stunned by the gravity of her actions.

"What have I done?" Alcina whispered, the realization of her hasty actions sinking in. The once imposing figure now seemed vulnerable, and regret flickered in her eyes as she looked at the consequences of her unchecked anger.

Bela, her expression marked by concern, handed Y/N a cloth to stem the bleeding, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sympathy and disapproval. Cassandra and Daniela exchanged disapproving glances with each other and then turned their attention to helping Y/N to her feet.

"Let's get you to your room," Cassandra suggested, her tone filled with empathy.

Y/N, still processing the shock of the incident, shook her head. "No, not our shared room. I want to go back to my old room."

The sisters exchanged a glance, a hint of worry flickering in their eyes, but they respected Y/N's wish. Together, they guided her through the dimly lit corridors to the room she once occupied before her relationship with Alcina.

Once inside, Bela took charge, helping Y/N clean the wound with a gentle touch. Y/N remained silent, her mind overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events.

Bela, breaking the heavy silence, spoke softly, "It's going to be okay, Y/N. We'll talk to Mother about this. This is unacceptable."

Cassandra nodded in agreement. "She can't treat you like this. You deserve better."

Y/N, still in shock, whispered, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have pushed her."

The sisters exchanged glances, their worry deepening. Daniela spoke up, "Y/N, this isn't your fault. No one should be treated like this, especially not by their partner."

Bela added, "You're Alcina's girlfriend, and she shouldn't have reacted that way. We'll make her understand."

After ensuring that Y/N was settled in her old room, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela left her to rest and made their way to their mother's quarters. The atmosphere within the castle was thick with tension, and the sisters were determined to address the issue at its source.

As they entered Lady Dimitrescu's room, they were met with a sight that caught them off guard. Alcina Dimitrescu, the formidable mistress of the castle, sat on the edge of her bed, her usually composed demeanor shattered. Tear stains marked her face, revealing a vulnerability the daughters rarely witnessed.

Alcina looked up, surprise and concern crossing her features. "What happened? Why are you all so upset?" she inquired, her voice strained.

Bela, her frustration evident, spoke up first. "Mother, we need to talk about what you did to Y/N."

Cassandra added with a stern tone, "She's hurt, and it's because of you."

Daniela, her expression mirroring her sisters', continued, "Bela managed to stop the bleeding, but we won't know the full extent of the damage until it heals. Mother, this is not acceptable."

Alcina's eyes widened, a mix of guilt and realization settling in. "Y/N? What did I...?" Her voice trailed off as the weight of her actions sank in.

Bela crossed her arms, her anger evident. "You attacked her, Mother. With your claws."

Cassandra's gaze remained unyielding. "She doesn't deserve to be treated that way. No one does."

Daniela, her voice stern, concluded, "We're furious, Mother. This isn't how you should handle things."

Alcina, realizing the gravity of her actions, lowered her gaze. "I didn't mean to... I was angry, and I lost control."

Bela's tone remained firm. "That's not an excuse, Mother. You need to fix this."

As the hours passed, Alcina, wrestling with the weight of her actions, mustered the courage to approach Y/N's old room. The grand halls of Dimitrescu Castle felt eerily silent as she reached the door and tentatively knocked.

A hushed, broken voice emanated from within, "I don't want to talk right now, Alcina. Please, just give me some time."

Alcina's heart sank at the sound of Y/N's quiet plea. The usually strong and composed head maid now sounded fragile and wounded. The reality of the situation hit Alcina with a force she hadn't anticipated. She respected Y/N's request, understanding that she needed the space to process the events that had unfolded.

"I understand," Alcina responded, her own voice carrying a mix of regret and sorrow. The door remained closed, a physical barrier reflective of the emotional distance that had suddenly grown between them.

The Lady of Dimitrescu Castle, with a heavy heart, turned away from the door, leaving the corridor shrouded in a somber atmosphere. Her usually confident strides now carried a hint of hesitance as she retreated, realizing the depth of the damage she had caused to the bond with the person she held dear.

As Alcina disappeared down the corridor, the echoes of her footsteps mirrored the echoes of the shattered trust between her and Y/N. The castle, once a symbol of grandeur and strength, now harbored the lingering traces of a fractured relationship, awaiting the healing touch of time and understanding.

A few weeks passed, each day stretching into a monotonous routine of solitude for Y/N. The door to her room had remained closed, a silent barrier against the outside world. One day, a soft knock echoed through the chamber, drawing her attention.

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela stood on the other side, expressions carrying a mix of concern and determination. "Y/N, we have someone here to take a look at your injury," Bela informed, her voice gentle yet resolute.

Y/N hesitated, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I don't want to see Alcina," she replied, her voice a whisper.

Cassandra assured her, "It's not her. Please, just let them in."

Reluctantly, Y/N opened the door, allowing the sisters and an unexpected guest to enter—Mother Miranda. Y/N's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and anger, her resentment towards the woman whose meeting had set off this chain of events palpable.

Miranda, her demeanor composed, spoke with a calm authority, "I've come to check on your injury, Y/N. May I?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. Miranda approached, examining the scar that marred Y/N's face. The questions she posed were gentle, yet Y/N's anger simmered beneath the surface.

As the examination progressed, Miranda's expression shifted subtly, revealing a somber realization. "The injury has started to scar over, but I'm afraid the vision in your right eye has been lost," she disclosed, her words hanging heavily in the air.

The weight of the news struck Y/N, and tears welled up in her eyes. The daughters exchanged glances, a mixture of empathy and frustration etched across their faces.

Once the examination concluded, Miranda and the daughters left the room, leaving Y/N alone with her emotions. As the door closed behind them, the dam of suppressed anger and sorrow burst, and Y/N cried out in frustration, mourning not just the physical loss but the irrevocable changes that had befallen her life.

In the dimly lit room, Y/N grappled with the harsh reality of her lost vision. Frustration and sorrow built up inside her until it erupted in a storm of emotion. Objects flew across the room, crashing against the walls, and anguished screams echoed through the castle halls.

On the first floor, the sounds reached Alcina's ears, her sharp senses detecting the turmoil unfolding above. Concern etched her features as she turned to her daughters. "What's happening? What's going on up there?"

Bela exchanged a worried glance with her sisters before reluctantly responding, "It's Y/N. She just found out about her eye."

Alcina's eyes widened in realization, the weight of guilt settling in her chest. "I need to go to her," she declared, her urgency evident.

Cassandra placed a hand on Alcina's arm, holding her back. "No, Mother. She needs time. Let her be."

Alcina's eyes flickered with a mixture of anguish and determination. "I can't just stand here. I need to be with her."

Daniela added, "Give her space, Mother. We'll be here for her when she's ready."

The distant sounds of Y/N's anguish continued, a heartbreaking symphony that resonated through the castle. Alcina, torn between the instinct to comfort and the understanding that she needed to respect Y/N's space, reluctantly acquiesced. She lingered on the first floor, her gaze fixed on the staircase leading to the source of the tumult, a silent prayer echoing in her heart for the strength to mend what had been broken.

As the weeks crawled by, Y/N remained ensconced in the solitude of her room, an unyielding barrier separating her from the world outside. The sisters, growing increasingly concerned, approached their mother with their worries.

"Mother, Y/N hasn't been herself. She refuses to eat, talk, or see anyone," Bela expressed, her concern etched across her face.

Alcina's brow furrowed with worry. "Have you tried talking to her? Maybe she needs someone to reach out."

"We've tried, Mother, but she won't let anyone in," Cassandra added.

Determined to break through the walls Y/N had erected, Alcina nodded. "I'll talk to her. Give me some time alone with her."

The next day, Y/N cautiously returned to her duties, attempting to immerse herself in work while steering clear of Alcina and her daughters. The whispers of the other maids reached her ears, their gossip fueled by the visible scar on her face. It was a constant reminder of the events that had unfolded.

One day, as she went about her tasks, a particularly cruel maid approached, taunting her about the scar. Y/N, already on edge, couldn't suppress her irritation and retorted. Before the situation could escalate, Alcina materialized, her presence commanding attention.

"What is going on here?" Alcina's voice cut through the tension, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the scene.

The maid, caught off guard, stammered, "I was just... having a little fun, Lady Dimitrescu."

Alcina's gaze shifted to Y/N, awaiting an explanation. Y/N, though visibly distressed, spoke up, "She was making comments about the scar on my face. I couldn't just stand there."

Alcina's expression hardened, a protective glint in her eyes. "Such behavior is unacceptable. Leave us, now."

The maid scurried away, and Alcina turned her attention to Y/N, her demeanor softening. "Come with me. We need to talk."

Alcina led Y/N to her private chamber, the heavy door closing behind them, creating a cocoon of relative privacy. The room, adorned with opulent furnishings, felt both familiar and distant as they settled into an uneasy silence.

Alcina, her concern palpable, observed Y/N closely. The once vibrant head maid appeared frail, her features worn and her form diminished. Finally, breaking the silence, Alcina spoke gently, "Y/N, you've changed. You're not taking care of yourself. What happened?"

Y/N, still shrouded in her own turmoil, remained silent, her eyes fixed on a distant point. Alcina, persistent, continued, "You've lost so much weight, and your health has taken a toll. Please, talk to me."

The words hung in the air for a moment before Y/N's composure crumbled. She broke into sobs, the weight of her emotions pouring out in a torrent. Alcina, her stern exterior softening, moved closer and wrapped her arms around Y/N, offering a comforting embrace.

Y/N, between gasps for air, managed to utter, "Everything is falling apart, Alcina. I can't... I can't see, and everyone treats me differently. I feel so lost."

Alcina tightened her hold, offering a steadying presence. "You're not alone, Y/N. I'm here for you. We'll get through this together. Please, tell me what happened."

As Y/N poured out her heart, detailing the loneliness, despair, and the weight of her physical and emotional pain over the past weeks, Alcina listened with an understanding gaze. Her touch remained a steady anchor, a reassurance that Y/N wasn't alone in the darkness that had consumed her.

"It's okay to feel this way, Y/N," Alcina murmured, validating the tumult of emotions Y/N had laid bare. "You've been through so much, and it's perfectly normal to feel overwhelmed."

As Y/N's sobs gradually subsided, exhaustion claimed her, and she felt herself drifting into a fatigue-laden slumber. She hesitated, apologizing as she began to withdraw from Alcina's embrace, intending to retreat to her own solitude.

Alcina, however, gently tightened her hold. "Don't apologize, Y/N. You can stay if you want, and you don't need to be alone tonight."

Y/N, both surprised and grateful, managed a weak smile. "I don't want to impose."

"You're not imposing, Y/N," Alcina reassured her. "This is your room too."

Y/N, looking up at Alcina with a hint of shock, asked a question that had been haunting her thoughts. "Do you still want me to be your girlfriend, even though I'm... hideous now?"

Alcina tilted Y/N's chin, meeting her eyes with a tender gaze. "Y/N, I didn't fall in love with you because of your looks. I fell in love with your caring and empathetic personality, the way you get along with my daughters, your confidence, and perseverance. You're still the gorgeous woman I fell in love with, changes and all."

In the soft glow of understanding, Y/N felt a weight lifted from her shoulders. It was a pivotal moment, a testament to the resilience of their connection.

As Y/N let out a weary sigh, Alcina's gaze softened. "You need to take care of yourself, Y/N. I want to help you, starting with your eating. We can take it at your pace, no pressure."

Y/N hesitated, her eyes reflecting both gratitude and trepidation. "I... I don't want to be a burden."

"You're not a burden, Y/N," Alcina affirmed, her voice gentle but firm. "We're in this together. I'll support you every step of the way, at your pace. You're not alone anymore."

Gently, Alcina lifted Y/N and guided her to the bed, ensuring she was comfortable. She left momentarily to prepare for bed, the room bathed in the soft glow of the evening. When she returned, Y/N had shifted, her eyes heavy with fatigue.

Y/N moved closer to Alcina, who welcomed her with open arms. Alcina, with a tender touch, pulled Y/N close, wrapping her arms protectively around her. Y/N, feeling the warmth of Alcina's embrace, couldn't help but apologize.

"I'm sorry, Alcina. I shouldn't have pushed you that day after the meeting," Y/N whispered, a trace of regret in her voice.

Alcina, with a gentle touch, guided Y/N's face to meet her gaze. "Draga mea, you have nothing to apologize for. None of this is your fault. It was my mistake, and I should have never let it escalate to that point."

The room was enveloped in a serene quiet as Alcina, their faces mere inches apart, made a promise that hung in the air like a vow. "It will never happen again, draga mea."

In that moment of shared vulnerability and understanding, Alcina's eyes flickered to Y/N's lips. As anticipation lingered, Alcina leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed a soft, tender kiss upon Y/N's lips. Y/N responded, reciprocating the kiss with a warmth that bridged the gap of the painful past, her fingers gently lacing into Alcina's raven-colored curls.

The kiss lingered in the air for a timeless moment, a delicate exchange that spoke of forgiveness and a shared commitment to moving beyond the shadows of the past. As they broke the kiss, their foreheads met, a shared sanctuary of quiet understanding and the weight of unspoken emotions.

Alcina's eyes, still locked onto Y/N's, reflected a blend of sincerity and tenderness. The promise lingered in the air, a silent vow that carried the weight of redemption and the hope for a different future. The room seemed to hold its breath, cocooned in the aftermath of the shared connection.

Softly, Alcina pressed a gentle kiss on Y/N's forehead, a symbol of reassurance and protection. Y/N, touched by the tender gesture, rested her head in the crook of Alcina's neck. In this intimate closeness, Y/N breathed in the scents that defined Alcina — the rich undertones of wine, the lingering fragrance of her perfume, and the faint hint of cigarettes, a distinctive blend that was uniquely and unmistakably Alcina Dimitrescu.

The room, once a witness to turmoil, now became a haven for two souls seeking solace. Alcina's fingers traced gentle patterns on Y/N's back, a soothing touch that spoke volumes of unspoken understanding. The quietude was only broken by the occasional crackling of the fireplace, casting a warm, flickering glow that danced across the room.

In the silent exchange between them, words seemed redundant. The complexities of their shared history were reduced to the simplicity of this moment, where forgiveness, love, and the promise of a different tomorrow unfolded in the gentle interplay of their breaths.

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safic4-m · 1 year

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Lady Dimitrescu

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem Lector

Author’s Note: So…mmh I don’t know how to justify this, it’s the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written and well…I have certain conflicts. Alcina isn’t on the character list just a little treat, but if you make a request MAYBE I’ll take her into consideration.

ALCINA POWER BOTTOM

Warnings: Dark Y/n, choking not in the sexy way, we hate Mother Miranda, guns, “kidnapping”, mind control, bigotry, mention of genocide, mommy kink and GP reader.

Word count: 3041

~Master list~

One-shot

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You weren’t sure how long she had been locked up for, it could have been decades or even centuries, but there was one name that wouldn’t leave your mind.

Miranda

You would get revenge for what she did to you but first you had to resolve some issues.

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-Mother Miranda Heisenberg is not someone who can be trusted to carry this out- says Alcina rising from her place.

-I have already made my decision- says Miranda fed up with the woman.

-But…- Alcina begins but is interrupted by a loud bang.

-Look no more…if it’s Mirada or should I call you the black god,- you say angrily, appearing in a cloud of black smoke.

With a simple movement of your hand you make Miranda fly to the other side of the room, seeing this Alcina moves to face you but she can’t move from her place, you turn to see her with a devilish smile while looking her up and down.

-Cute, but not strong enough,- you say with superiority.

-120 years, I was locked up for 120 YEARS- making her levitate while you hang her -I helped you with your experiments and THIS IS HOW YOU PAY ME- making the place rumble.

-I’ll make you pay for this Miranda- watching her try to fight back -and I have the perfect idea- a smile grows on your face.

For the first time in a long time Miranda was afraid, messing with you has been one of her biggest mistakes, she never listened when she was told it was best to stay away from you. You had become powerful in different ways, she because of the megamiceta and you because you became corrupted.

Apparently you were a witch who messed with bigger things than her, she had destroyed you and like a phoenix you were reborn from the ashes, more powerful, stronger and unstoppable.

-Since you’ve done all this to bring Eva back…what if I make it so you can never get her back,?- you hiss angrily.

-N…no…please…- trying to breathe -don’t…mmm…take Eva away from me…- making her fall down as you let go of her

-Speak- you order, seeing her coughing on the floor.

-You can have Alcina…but please don’t take Eva from me,- she pleads on her knees.

You don’t have to turn around, to see the tall woman with the broken heart, Mother Miranda had offered her to you as if she was a simple object, Alcina had always been devoted to Miranda and she paid her back in this way.

-Do you really think you can settle your account with me by offering her to me?,- you question, making a knife appear.

-You can do with her whatever you want,- she says attentive to your every move, -she has regenerative abilities… I know you used to have slaves, she could be of some use to you.

Everyone thought you had slaves, but in reality you didn’t, you had submissives, which is very different. The offer sounded tempting, it had been a long time since you had fun, but you wouldn’t force someone to do something against their will.

-How pathetic you’ve become,- you say venomously, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Things may not have turned out the way you wanted, but seeing how she herself turned one of her “children” against her by trying to get out of settling her account, was much better than what you would have asked for.

You decide to stay in the area, with any luck you might find a girl to have fun with.

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Okay, this had not been your best idea, the town sucked, people would walk away when they saw you and there was some kind of hybrid between human and mud. Maybe if you went deeper into the forest you’d find something worthwhile.

The gentle breeze blows against your face, the fresh air and the sound of birds, before you became what you are now, you enjoyed nature so much but then you just wanted to kill anything that got in your way.

You find a beautiful tree and sit down under it to rest, before you can fall asleep you hear something approaching in the distance.

You prepare yourself for a worthy opponent, but what you find lowers your spirits, three girls appear with blood in their mouths, a blonde, a brunette and a redhead.

-She’s mine, I found her first,- says the brunette threatening you with a sickle.

-Of course not, she’s mine,- says the redhead fighting with the other one.

Suddenly the three of them are fighting among them about who is going to be the one to stay with you, you didn’t have time for this, 5 minutes pass before they realize that you are gone.

You feel how one of them quickly approaches you but is puzzled to see you vanish in a cloud of smoke, you play with them for a while until you let them catch you.

-I’ve got her,- says the blonde, cornering you with a tree.

She approaches your neck to drain you but you stop her before she can do anything.

-I wouldn’t do that my dear,- putting a hand on her chest.

You take her sickle cutting your palm, the blood flows from the wound and falls on the roots of the tree making it die in a matter of seconds.

-What did you do?- asks the astonished blonde.

-My blood is a poison,- you answer giving her back her weapon.

-Mother has to see it,- says the redhead excitedly as she arrives with the other one.

The three of them are taking you through the forest until they arrive at a gloomy mansion.

-Mother!!,- shout the girls at the same time.

-Your mother is single?- you ask, thinking that maybe this will end with a happy ending.

-Excuse me?- asks the brunette.

-What’s all the fuss about?- asks a female voice.

When you see who it belongs to you meet Alcina, you can tell she has been crying, you imagine because of the events of earlier.

-Mother, we found this woman in the forest and she showed us something fascinating,- says the redhead excited to tell her mother.

-Look,- says the brunette, cutting off your hand so that it falls on a coffee table.

The table is quickly destroyed by the contact with your blood.

-Her blood is poisonous,- says the blonde pointing out what just happened.

-Leave us alone,- Alcina orders her daughters.

The girls leave quickly and you sit in one of the armchairs.

-How dare you set foot in my house,- standing in front of you.

-I am not to blame for your problems.

-I’m sorry?

-You’re forgiven,- you say with a smug smile.

-Get out,- he orders in a firm voice.

-No thanks, I’m fine here,- looking at your surroundings attentively, -sit down, you’re stressing me out.

Alcina quickly complies with the order without understanding where this is coming from.

-What are you doing to me?- she asks, looking at you attentively.

-Mental control my dear,- you answer taking your time to admire her.

-Why if you are so powerful would you be working for someone like Miranda?,- you ask clearly confused.

-Everything I have I owe to Mother Miranda.

-And you’re back to the same thing,- you say angrily rolling your eyes, -Miranda is nothing but a sham

-Take it back!- she says taking a firmer stance.

-Never,- you spit angrily at his order, -the only thing that moves Miranda is her thirst to get her daughter back.

-Of course not,- she says more calmly.

-As far as I know, I created the cadou to bring Eva back, but first I had to prove it.

-He committed genocide by playing God and Salvatore was his first “success” - making quotation marks with his fingers - you were lucky compared to him, Heisenberg, a giant dog and Donna.

You take a moment knowing the suffering of the doll maker.

-The poor thing was already in trouble and that what Mirada put on her caused her to lose an eye and left a big scar…the reason why she wears the veil.

-How do you know?- she asked defensively.

-I know everything- showing a smirk -you were the backup singer of a jazz band, you have a beautiful voice and about the fixation you have about being Miranda’s favorite…but honey you deserve so much better- taking her jaw so that she can see you

-You deserve to be loved and cared for,- just an inch from her lips.

You hear her breath catch and she bites her lip, you turn away as you hear someone coming and you think you hear a moan of frustration from the woman. In comes one of a maid with a tray holding a cup of blood and the bottle.

You see Alcina take the cup in one go and pour herself another.

-Do you want something?- the girl asks you.

-To you, sweetheart-, passing your hand around her waist.

You see the girl blushing because of your open flirting.

-How about if I give you what you want?

-That’s all,- says the woman next to you angrily making her leave quickly.

-Is someone jealous?- you ask returning your attention to Alcina.

-Of course not,- she says without looking at you.

-Look me in the eyes when I ask you something,- making her look at you, -so?- you ask arching an eyebrow.

-I’m not jealous of her,- he says firmly but you know it’s not true.

-Really?- leaving a trail of kisses on her neck.

Alcina quickly moves away exposing your full height before you and seeing you from above, you show a smug smile, standing up from your place while a huge cloud of smoke forms around you, matching Alcina’s height.

-How did you do it?- she asks, looking up at you in amazement.

-I’m more powerful than you think,- you answer in a voice too hoarse for words.

-Whatever you’re thinking, I assure you it’s not going to happen,- he stammers.

-I would never do anything without your consent,- you say looking at your nails, -but are you sure,- returning your gaze to her, -I can’t imagine how hard it must be to not be able to get someone worth it.

Your voice sounds so deep and seductive that Alcina can’t help but get wet just listening to you.

-I can smell your excitement,- you say, appearing behind her.

This catches the woman off guard, causing her to move away from you and almost lose her balance, you quickly grab her, pulling her towards you.

-I’ve got you,- you say a few inches from her lips.

Alcina breaks the space between you, kissing you hard, her action taking you by surprise but it doesn’t take long for you to kiss her back, your tongues fight against each other for dominance, with your foot you separate her legs to flex your knee giving Alcina some friction.

When she separates she has swollen lips and smeared lipstick, she pulls you in for another kiss but you stop her.

-Your daughters are on the other side of the door,- you whisper, barely audible to her.

The woman takes you by the hand and leads you through the castle to what you think is her room.

You make her lie down and tear her dress, before she can complain, you silence her with your lips on hers. Your tongue enters her mouth and you make her moan as your hands grab her breasts, playing with her nipples.

-Do you like it when I touch you like this?- you ask squeezing it.

Making her moan in response, even with this shape her breasts are still big but you couldn’t wait to put your mouth on them.

You kiss again, but this time more desperate, one of your hands goes down and finds her wet panties, your gentle touch makes her squirm in place looking to get more friction. You smack her pussy, drawing a loud moan from her in response, they continue kissing for a while until they part and you scatter kisses your way.

You settle on her legs and inhale the smell of her pussy, you give a long lick stopping at her clit, the woman hums softly and moves her hips a little.

-So needy- leaving a kiss on her clitoris.

You spit on her pussy and start eating her, as if it was your last meal, her hand tangles in your hair as you suck her clit hard.

-Yess…right there- grinding her hips against your face.

You push your tongue inside Alcina, being greeted with a stream of wetness, her fingers buried in your hair, pulled while, she dripped shamelessly into your mouth.

She pressed you against her closer, your lips sucking on her clit, teeth grazing it, making her growl in response

-You make me cum in your mouth,- she stutters between gasps.

You press two fingers against her and the woman became a moaning mess, you don’t stop eating her out as you thrust your fingers in and out. After a while you add another, feeling her walls clench against them.

Alcina’s hips buck violently against your face, your fingers digging into her hips to hold her in place while your other hand moves up to play with her nipples. Her hips jerked violently as she threw her head back with her eyes closed and biting her lip hard.

-Fuck… -she says squirming as the waves run through her body.

You get rid of your clothes and see Alcina’s gaze glued to your crotch. You could change any part of your body at will and that also meant you could grow a penis.

-Do you like what you see?- you ask, watching her lick her lips.

GOD IT WAS SO BIG, Alcina could only imagine you filling her with your cock.

-Please,- she says, squeezing her thighs together.

-Look no more, it’s not enough that I made you cum a few seconds ago,- running her hand over your penis.

You hit her, making her spread her legs, having a direct view of her wet pussy.

-Please…- she begs as you tease her.

You run your cock over her labia to lubricate it with her juices, tease her some more by running the tip over her aching clit.

-Please… Mommy,- she says barely in a whisper.

The moment Alcina realizes the words that came out of her mouth she tenses up completely, but instead a smile breaks out on your face.

-Do you want mommy’s cock inside you?- you ask, pressing her clitoris with the tip.

A loud moan comes out of her and you see her nod quickly.

-Use your words honey- running your nails up and down her legs.

-Mommy I want your cock inside me so bad- spreading her legs further apart.

-You deserve it, you’ve been a good girl- pushing your length slowly inside her.

You stand still letting her adjust before you start to move slowly, the moans coming from the woman urging you to go faster

-You’re taking mommy’s cock so well,- you praise her, drawing a loud gasp from her.

-Harder mommy…

You comply with her request and start pounding her harder, her breasts bounce with each thrust you give and you can’t get one in your mouth, making her moans increase.

Her hand tangles in your hair pulling you closer, you suck on her nipple while with your hand you play with the other one, squeezing and pulling it.

-Goddd mommy… -making you moan like an animal in heat.

The noises coming out of Alcina’s mouth were not proper for the Lady of the castle, but she felt so good as you filled her with your big cock and tended her breasts.

-You’re mine and no one else can have you- you growl biting her neck.

You moaned as you fucked her faster and faster, getting closer and closer to your peak.

-God…you are so tight- feeling her walls tighten around you.

-Please…can I cum?- she begs with tears in her eyes.

-A girl with manners, huh?- continuing your onslaught, -I want you to say my name when you cum.

Her legs entangle pushing you all the way in, her walls clamped tightly around your cock, making you spill your cum inside her. You grabbed your cock and pulled it out of her, watching your cum spill out of her, dripping onto the bed.

- - -

Several hours later, you had Alcina on her hands and knees on the bed, her breathing shallow and labored after her fifth orgasm of the day.

-I can’t take it anymore…- she says between moans from the over stimulation.

-Of course you can, sweetheart,- you say, spreading kisses on her back, -just one more.

-Okay…mo…

Being interrupted the moment your hand found her clitoris drawing circles around it. You gave her ass a quick slap, moving your hands underneath her to pull her closer to you.

You slowed down to really watch your cock thrusting in and out of Alcina, noting the way she was fully stretched around you before speeding up again, slapping your hips against the back of her thighs.

-Fuck, I’m going to cum again mommy!- with your face pressed against the bed.

Seeing the redoubtable Lady Dumitrescu with her ass up begging for release was quickly pushing you over the edge.

-Cum with me princess- rubbing her clit, as you were about to cum.

-Shit mommy…

She didn’t finish her sentence moaning loudly, as her pussy tightened around your cock and you cum inside her. You waited a few seconds before you pulled out, to settle down beside her, pulling her body over yours.

-You did very well little girl,- drawing meaningless patterns on her body.

Alcina was an extremely tall woman but the fact that you called her that, made her heart flutter, at the affectionate nickname. After a while she moves to look at you from her place on your chest.

-I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant, do I?,- she asks, making you laugh.

-Of course not,- you reply, stroking her cheek.

Alcina can’t help but lean into your touch, which was so full of affection and love. She felt so good with you that it scared her, you could literally destroy her completely and she was afraid of that.

-I won’t hurt you, I promise,- you say, reading her mind.

-I don’t know anything about you,- she says looking at you with her beautiful yellow eyes.

-I’m a witch,- you say, listening to the woman mocking.

-Really?- she asked sarcastically.

-I was born a witch but destiny had different plans.

In all your years of life, you had never felt this way about anyone and it honestly scared you.

-What do you say about a bath, huh?“ running her hand through her hair as she yawns, she says, burying her face in her mouth.

-No,- she says burying her face in the crook of your neck.

-All right, but at least you have to drink,- handing her a cup of blood, -I need you healthy honey, because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.

#resident evil #re8 #re8 alcina #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #alcina #tall woman #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina x reader #alcina power bottom #sub alcina #dom reader

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garland-on-thy-brow · 1 month

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Watched Rocky Horror Picture Show. An opera seria version of it exists in my mind; everything is the same but Dr. Frank-N-Furter sings diva arias in a huge 18th century dress and wig.

Yes, it is just Alcina.

#rocky horror picture show #opera #alcina #everything is an opera seria if you are me.

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operasrsly · 2 months

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The Sorceress - Kiri Te Kanawa

Voilà, probably one of the weirdly campest videos ever made: Kiri Te Kanawa's The Sorceress, (filmed in 1993) with English and Italian subs, so even if you are unfamiliar with opera - you have no excuse!

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Tiptoeing the fine line between kitsch and camp, Kiri's The Sorceress has been a long favourite of mine. It's not only a video; it's its own mini-genre. Using the very Baroque tradition of the pasticcio (a patchwork piece to enrich an existing piece or following a known plot), The Sorceress is informed by a time that was celebrating the novelties of MTV video storytelling and was still obsessed with John Malkovich's Liaisons Dangereuses a couple of years prior. It's a throwback to the 90s in so many awesome ways. There are many versions of The Sorceress YouTube; I cleaned up one video a little, made translations and added captions in English and Italian so everyone can understand what Alcina is so upset about.

Kiri Te Kanawa Ensemble: The Academy of Ancient Music Conductor: Christopher Hogwood Choreography: Baroque Opera Atelier Toronto Mise-en-scène: Barbara Willis Sweete Ruggiero: Andrew Kelley Bradamante: Jeanette Zingg Alcina's Servant: Wilbert Hanssen Music by Georg Frideric Händel

I needed a short mental break, so I wasted a day (and a couple of bucks). The original plan was only to add subtitles in English and Italian, but I ended up scrubbing the video a little, upscaling and cleaning it with AI. Don't expect too much; the best version flying around is 444x360 pixels or something (black frame around it included) - VHS, I believe filmed from a screen too.

tl; dr: I did what I could!

#kiri #kiri te kanawa #The Academy of Ancient Music #Christopher Hogwood #georg friedrich handel #george frideric handel #opera #baroque #costumes #video history #classical music #Alcina #Ruggiero #Bradamante #Youtube

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Modern AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader (part 2 of 3)

Ugh, fine I’ll do a part two to the BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader, since you guys asked so nicely.

This probably not the progression many of you were wanting, but I wanted to explore Alcina’s POV of their relationship and what moments solidified her feelings and such. Regardless, enjoy!

Alcina Dimitrescu has everything: money, success, power, three smart, talented, beautiful daughters, a great fashion sense, amazing boobs, and a large mansion with over a dozen acres.

Well everything . . . except a fucking decent, capable assistant that doesn’t run screaming into the hills every four months or so. Alcina swears they do it just for the severance check by now.

She wouldn’t say she was desperate-- Alcina Dimitrescu is never desperate, people were desperate for her, not the other way around. But . . . she was in dire need. Her daughters know of her mercurial ways and has already set up a pot for when the next assistant will quit or be fired.

(Insert scene where Alcina first notices the Reader, I’ll expand on it later on if I decide to write this more thoroughly).

The next day, Alcina is scheduled to meet with Nepotism Junior’s pitch and proposal. Much to her surprise it was you who made the presentation and answered the questions-- saying that Junior is unfortunately out, deathly sick. Alcina knows the truth-- he’s hungover and withdrawing from the lines he snorted last night. It was a well known secret. But the way you conducted yourself before the board, despite your . . . meek fashion sense-- clothes untailored, slightly too worn, about five years out of date-- made up for the lack of Nepotism Junior and your appearance. Alcina wouldn’t say she impressed, but you exceeded her (rather low) expectations.

(Even she has to admit the proposal was quite decent, even by her standards. Sure it needed some elaboration on some areas, some things adjusted, but otherwise a solid proposal. She’s more impressed that Nepotism Junior came up with--

Ah, well that would explain it. . .)

“Give Nepotism Junior our congratulations for his work and presentation. We have a feeling we’ll be moving forward with his proposal.” There it is. The twitch of your mouth and the sharp look in your eye is all she needed to confirm her suspicions.

She went back to her office and made sure to scan over your employee file and Nepotism Junior’s file. Your performance is high, despite not getting a degree in the field, a related subject sure, but not something she would typically suspect. And judging from Nepotism Junior’s performance since you joined the company, his numbers steadily increased since you were hired. Alcina scoffs at how she missed the signs, but she caught it now and that’s what matters.

The next week you were her new assistant, a drab, meek woman who somehow went under her radar. Well, you’re in her sights now and there’s no escaping.

Sixteen months and 10 days. She puts you through the ringer, admittedly. And she had no regrets doing so. If you didn’t do well in the first month how was she supposed to believe you would do your job months down the line? Simple logistics. Some may say unnecessary, cruel, or even diabolical, but she counters with effectual, capability, and obligatory. She requires the absolute best if she’s to do her job properly. It’s an investment, really.

Alcina’s daughters start to fill the pot and giving their dates of when you’ll be fired or you’ll quit. They say about 2 months.

Fifteen months. Alcina doesn’t have to wait long before you’re beside her and handing her morning latte when she disembarks the elevator, exactly what she likes. You rattling off her schedule and the game plan and she only needs to give you a few curt orders before you’re scurrying off to do as she bids. Good. Fast. Efficient. It was a good choice stealing you from Nepotism Junior when she had the chance. Good investment.

Alcina and you mesh surprisingly well, for the most part. There are some challenges with communication and you two’s expectations. But after some clarification, she doesn’t expect to make those mistakes again. Your personality is also surprisingly pleasant to be around, admittedly. You’re considerate, patient, and often sarcastic. You clip back when she gives an off handed, sometimes ill-mannered comment. And . . . the energy returned always leaves her smirking. One time she gives you a back handed compliment and the first time you replied with one back with equal energy, she definitely had to take pause to process it. She could have fired you or reprimanded you.

Instead, she dismissed you. She nearly snorted in laughter the second time it happened.

The pot grows and the girls are getting impatient and starting to change their predictions. They’re extending it to four months.

Fourteen and Thirteen months. The girls adore you, especially after the impromptu movie day. Especially, Cassandra who always had issues opening up to people. You treat them with respect and you take time to listen to their rambles. You are interested in their school tales and hobbies and you make them laugh. It makes a smile grace Alcina’s lips when she watches from her desk when her daughters are due to visit the office and they rush to your desk to greet you, even Bela the most distant of the bunch. You seem to have won her over regardless. Daniella always gives you a hug when they leave for the day. You always rustle her hair and receive a toothy grin in return.

(No, Alcina’s heart didn’t warm slightly and no she didn’t have to hide a smile at the display, it was the trick of the light.)

Twelve to Eleven months. You like heavy metal music, saying it helps you calm your thoughts when things are hectic. You bite the inside of you cheek when you’re concentrating hard on a spreadsheet or schedule. You wiggle or tap your foot when you’re under-stimulated, especially in meetings. Alcina has to physically place her hand on your knee to make you stop. If it took a few seconds longer than necessary, it was because it was to make sure the wiggling would cease. That’s all.

You prefer wraps over sandwiches and you like that rundown smoothie shop down the street. She has started to like it as well, especially the mocha one they make. She learns about how you managed to get back on your feet when your parents kick you out at the age of sixteen. You didn’t get to have the time and money for college until your early to mid twenties and even then you had to work full time parallel to your studies. It puts into perspective Alcina’s own privilege. And why you’re so reluctant about spending money on yourself. She abstains from making comments on your clothes from then on.

You know about her secret stash of chocolate and she made you swear to secrecy about it through a mouthful of M&Ms. The mirth in your eyes told her you wanted to laugh but was stopping yourself. Alcina supposes it was a bit ridiculous. But she has a reputation to keep.

Alcina appreciates the insights on things. She admittedly values your contributions. Sometimes she takes the suggestions and sometimes she can’t. That’s the way of business. But she makes sure she brings up your contribution in the presentations and meetings, which earns Alcina a grateful smile from you. The girls mention she’s a bit sprier when she gets home, a bit more lighthearted. The two are not connected. The girls tease nonetheless.

The pot doesn’t really grow and the girls hesitate to renew their predictions. They still do, but reluctantly.

Ten to Nine months. One time Bela got into a fight at school. Like a real fight. Fists bruised and lips busted kind of fight. Alcina couldn’t get to the school to pick her up, so she sent you to fetch her daughter and bring her home. It was the first time you’ve been inside the Dimitrescu Manor. You’ve seen it from the outside when escorting Alcina to various functions. But you’ve never been permitted inside. It was a far cry from your tiny abode, that’s for sure. Bela was silent for most of your stay, only asking if you needed anything or if you wanted to know where the bathroom is. Her eyes were distant. Eventually, without prompting, she confided in you. She said she punched some kid who has been teasing her for the past year, especially making comments about her mom. She said she lost it after a particular homophobic and sexist comment-- she never had to encounter such a thing due to Alcina’s openness and generally being around accepting people. She never had to actually face bigotry like that before. You hug her to your side as the tears start to form in her eyes and she asks you why some people would hate her mom like that.

When Alcina came home, she made a beeline for Bela-- but you just managed to intercept her. You told her the general idea of what happened-- Bela was defending her mother and she’s still processing things about the world that you think Alcina needs to sit her down and really talk to her about. Alcina looked like she wanted to push you aside before the words registered and then she deflated after a few seconds. You went to keep Cassandra and Daniella company while the two talked. The younger two girls were just happy you were there and knew how to play Mario Cart.

You don’t know if it’s related but the next week, the girls (and by proxy Alcina) invited you to game night. You nearly beat Alcina in Settlers of Catan and apparently that’s a big deal in the household.

The pot remains the same. The girls refuse to make bids. They don’t want you to go.

Eight months. Alcina searches for you in the packed ballroom. You’re not dressed to the nines, similar to most of the assistants off to the side, as technically you’re on the clock. Which is a shame really. She would have loved to see you freshen up and fit into something other than a button up and cardigan. But alas, it seems you had other plans in foiling her hopes. Her eyes finally land on you and yours hers and makes an almost instinctual smile cross her lips. Those are coming easier it seems. She doesn’t want to think as to why. Someone comes up to you and she can just see the words “dance” and “with me” forming on their lips. The smile is immediately gone, replaced by a scowl and something heavy and clutching around her heart. It’s slightly alleviated when she sees you decline politely.

Alcina asks why you turned the person down earlier when you two are resting in her living room, the girls long asleep. You shrug and say you don’t know how to dance like they probably wanted and didn’t want to embarrass yourself. She scoffs and stands and extends her hand to you, eyes leaving no room for argument. She tries not to think too hard as to why she likes your hand in hers and why her heart is beating so rapidly. You’re a fast learner, though you keep your head down, watching your feet so you don’t step on heels worth two months rent. It’s fine, she thinks, she gets to unabashedly admire you while you’re distracted.

Seven to Six months. The girls tease Alcina. Alcina dismisses their claims and playfully threaten to fire you as revenge. They always vehemently protest when she does. But there’s a fleeting thought when Valentines days approaches of her getting you a gift. She can’t really deny it anymore, can she? It’s been like this for a while.

She remembers the exact incident that she knew what her feelings started to develop into. It was about four months into your stint as assistant and she was on her balcony, smoking after a long day in preparation for a long weekend with the girls. You entered with her comfort food from the Romanian restaurant down the street and a bottle of wine. Alcina didn’t even have to tell you. She invited you to stay and rest of the evening was . . . nice. Very nice. Alcina thought she wouldn’t mind if you two had more afternoons like these. It was so small. So insignificant in comparison. And yet, you made it seem big.

Alcina suggests that the pot could be used to give you gift of some kind for the holiday. The younger girls agree wholeheartedly and started to come up with gift ideas immediately. Bela joins in moments later-- after she eyes Alcina for a few seconds, knowingly. Alcina ignores her.

You’re surprised when the girls run up to your desk and hand over a haphazardly wrapped present, courtesy of Daniella’s enthusiasm. You open it at their insistence and you love it, judging by the squeals from the girls. Alcina smiles to herself in her office.

Five months. There’s a gala and the girls are giggling in the foyer. When Alcina finishes up, she descends down her staircase yet nearly trips over her own heels. She doesn’t know what possessed you to dress to the nines this time, but she’s suddenly glad she’s a dozen feet above you so you don’t see the flush across her chest and cheeks. You’re stunning and it’s suddenly very hard to breathe. Ah, so that’s why her daughters were giggling-- her imminent death falling down the stairs. You’re staring up at her with that dopey, goofy grin like when you say an absolutely atrocious pun and are waiting for Alcina to groan in response. The girls continue to giggle and nudge one another when you’re not looking.

“You clean up very nicely,” Alcina manages to say, not a waver in her voice.

You shrug, cheeks darkening, smirk on your face turning sheepish. “Figured just this once I’d try to turn some heads if I can help it.”

Alcina makes a show of looking you up and down, both to make you squirm under scrutiny and for her own selfish memory. “There’s no doubt you will.”

Four months. When you got the call and poked your head in the meeting, knowing that Alcina wasn’t to be disturbed, the moment her eyes land on your face she knew something was wrong. She could barely process your words, the only things getting through was Cassandra, sick, and hospital. Your hand is warm when it lands on her forearm, “I already called a driver to take you to the hospital. Go. I’ll finish the meeting for you.” If it was anyone else, she may have scoffed and did the arrangements herself. But not you. She barely goes to the office for those 23 days when Cassandra is touch and go and nearing death’s door. You give her some things to keep busy, like paper work and reports mostly for signatures and for ehr to review, but you mostly hold down the castle while also chauffeuring the Dimitrescu family back and forth. Alcina is fraying but she has to be strong. For her girls. For herself. She must be strong, she must be strong, she must be strong-- suddenly she’s sobbing in your beat up, over a decade old car two weeks into Cassandra’s admittance. She’s then in your arms, and she’s clutching at your back, tears staining your shirt and she can’t remember the last time she’s cried like this before. But you’re there, cooing in her ear (”I got you. I got you. It’s okay. I got you.”) and your arms are sure and sturdy around her trembling frame. She’s grateful it was you who held her while she was shattering.

Three months. There’s part of Alcina knows that things have gotten too far gone. Professionalism isn’t even in the cards anymore. Part of her, the rational, business, and pragmatic side tells her to end things while they are ahead, it’ll stop future heartbreak and a potential sexual harassment lawsuit. The other side, the lesser known emotional and romantic one, says to just confess and see where things go, then she’ll know what to do next. There are two outcomes: either you feel the same or you don’t. Either way, Alcina Dimitrescu is terrified.

Two months. Admittedly, she drank more than she should around you, her inhibitions are down and things are a bit fuzzy and you’re sitting there laughing at something she slurringly said. The girls are asleep and Alcina decided to break out the vintage before you both head to bed yourselves. It’s a recipe for disaster if there ever was one. She’s drunk and in love, which is one in the same, and the moonlight is hitting your profile just right that it takes her breath away. Leaning forward, she wanted to take your breath away too. But all that turned up was cool air and rejection. She asks why and she can see your mouth moving yet she can only hear is her own thoughts: she doesn’t want you, she doesn’t love you, she doesn’t love you like you love her. She. Doesn’t. Love. You. Alcina’s memory fades after that and, the next thing she knows, she’s waking to a splitting headache, a few aspirin by her bedside, and a empty bed. The girls were confused as to why you weren’t there for breakfast.

One month and 9 days. You’re cold and so is Alcina. Things are okay but also not and it hurts. Business goes on as usual, despite the ache in her chest every time she sees you. But it’s better than not feeling anything at all. Like what you feel for her. Alcina keeps things professional, strictly so-- like it should have been from the beginning. She should probably talk to you about it but she’s angry at herself for being so stupid and stubborn and hurting that she forgoes such things. She hates you. She hates it all. She hates herself the most.

1 day. Her girls are confused as to why you’re not being invited anywhere anymore. You’re still speaking to them like nothing happened and she applauds you for not forgoing her daughters like you did to her. And it’s Daniella who breaks first and asks Alcina directly. Bela and Cassandra look at the mother like she’s the most idiotic woman in the world when she explains what happened. Daniella cusses in front of Alcina for the first time by saying, “You’re a fucking moron.”

Day 0. For the first in two decades, Alcina Dimitrescu was nervous to enter the office. She needed to talk to you. Needed to clear the air and . . . tell you. Her girl’s gave her words of encouragement that morning and by the time she stepped into the elevator that pep-talk is vastly waning. You met her like usual when she stepped off, your voice clipped and void of that usual bite and energy she liked. She should have done this earlier.

“Meet me in the the office. There are something we need to discuss.”

“Yes, there is,” You reply, coolly.

Alcina should have know from that it wasn’t going to go the way she imagined. Because when you entered her office later that morning, you were holding a single piece of paper. She knew immediately what it was and she knew she was too late.

It was the only time her hand trembled when she accepted a two weeks notice.

Don’t worry I’ll do a part 3 :) I wanted to explore the Reader’s and Alcina’s relationship from the other side before a potential resolution. So, you can say things got away from me lol. Hope you enjoyed and hopefully the next part will be out soon, but it depends on my free time. Fun fact I listened to She Gets the Flowers by Beth McCarthy on repeat while expanding on this, which got me in the mood to write so give it a listen if you want to know the vibes.

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