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Dreaming of You (Larissa Weems x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You've been dealing with prophetic dreams your whole life, but when a certain face keeps popping up, you find her in an unexpected place

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of car accidents, mentions of being disowned, swearing, lil bit of smutty stuff

You’d been plagued by odd dreams for as long as you could remember. It had taken a long time to realise exactly how odd they were. You’d see things happening in your dreams weeks or months in advance of your waking life, leading you live in an almost constant state of deja vu. Telling your parents, they’d been brushed off, considered nothing more than an overactive imagination.

That was, until you’d dreamt about your father’s death. You saw it playing out in front of you, the car speeding towards him, out of control, weaving over the road, the impact of the hood against his body, bouncing over the top, left for dead on the road. You’d woken up screaming, images of his blood pooling on asphalt stuck in your brain.

Two months later he was dead.

You hadn’t ever expected your mother to lay the blame of his death at your feet. She’d accused you of causing it, of being a witch, of bringing this all down on her. She’d sent you away to live with a distant aunt.

You’d never spoken about your dreams to her.

Instead, you’d immersed yourself on the internet, doing as much research as possible. You’d gone down rabbit holes, chasing ghosts of people who might be like you. So much of it was bullshit. Until you stumbled across a mention of Nevermore on an old forum many years later.

That was the night the dreams started.

Fingers tangled in silver hair between your legs, tongue lapping at your entrance, pleasure building. You awoke with a gasp on your lips and a throbbing between your legs.

Every night since then you dreamt of the same woman, sometimes gloriously naked, sometimes between your thighs, sometimes smiling at you or laughing. Every single time you woke with an ache in your heart and a need you couldn’t express in words. More often than not you woke unsatisfied, your hand not nearly as welcome as the woman in your dreams.

No name, no clue of who she was or where you might find her, the dreams plagued you in your waking life. Glimpses of your future, still out of reach, but so desperately wanted.

Continuing your search you found Nevermore’s website. A school. You hadn’t been expecting that, but you watched and waited, for what, you didn’t know. This, you knew, was where you were meant to be. It felt right.

It was a gloomy morning when the notice went live. A teaching position had opened up, calling for someone with an understanding of the divine. You sent in your application, knowing it was a long shot, and waited.

All of which led to you standing in front of the door to Principal Weems’ office on your first day as the new teacher. You’d flown through the interview, accepted the position, and moved to Vermont.

You raised your fist, knocking on the wooden door. A woman’s voice called out, asking you to enter. With a deep breath you pushed the door open, stepping over the threshold into the warm office, and froze.

Seated behind the desk, looking up expectantly at you, was the woman from your dreams. Your breath caught. Even if she wasn’t your future, you’d want her to be. Such beauty had no business existing in the world. Your heart was already yearning for her.

“Welcome, “she said standing from the desk. You could have collapsed there.

You walked over as if in a daze. She held her hand out to you and you took it, the first brush of skin sending an electric current through you. You knew that touch, knew what those fingers would be capable of. You were ready to drop to your knees in front of her.

She said your name, the sound of it enough to steal your breath. You’d heard that voice say it, moan it, scream it as you brought her pleasure. You’d heard her whisper it into your skin, heard her caress it with untamed love, heard her say it with a laugh. You wanted her to keep saying it until you came undone in front of her.

“I’ve heard you have premonitions of the future,” she said, retaking her seat, gesturing for you to take one of the chairs in front of the desk. You lowered yourself on wobbly knees, doing your best not to show how much you were trembling.

“Yes, dreams mostly, although I’ve had success with tarot and crystal balls,” you replied.

“I suppose you saw yourself teaching here,” she said with a smile.

“Only metaphorically,” you said, “no premonitions, just a wish.”

“Indeed?” Her brow raised.

“I haven’t met others like me before,” you said, “or at least not that I know of.”

“Yes, some abilities are not as obvious as others,” she said, “I’m glad to have you on our staff.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ve been informed you’ve already been shown to your quarters,” she said, “I must apologise. I usually try to do the introduction. However, a student left a rather unfortunate surprise in the kitchen we were unaware of until now.”

“Kids will be kids,” you said with a shrug. The thought of her showing you the room you’d be sleeping in was too much. Her and a bed being the same room would lead your mind down a dangerous path of memories.

“Yes, quite,” she said, “well, if you have any issues, please do not hesitate to call on me. I look forward to seeing your work.”

She stood, offering her hand again. You took it, hoping the shiver could be played off as nerves. Her eyes swept over you and you wondered what she saw.

You scurried out before she could look deeper, not wanting her to see what your dreams had shown you. You hadn’t been expecting that when you’d sought out Nevermore. You hadn’t known to prepare for it.

If you’d hoped for a reprieve from your dreams now you’d met the woman, you were sorely mistaken. Every kiss, every touch was burned into your brain, still following you in your waking hours. You could barely look at her without heat filling your cheeks and wetness collecting between your thighs.

On the last night before the students were scheduled to arrive you found yourself watching the sunset out over the water, legs swinging from the dock. Your head was tilted back as you let the cool breeze wash over your skin. A particularly wonderful dream was replaying in your head, one that didn’t leave a throbbing need between your thighs for once.

“You look rather peaceful.”

You jumped, having not heard anyone approach, so caught up in your thoughts. You blinked, turning to look up at the familiar towering figure. You hadn’t been avoiding her, per se. You were just never sure what to say around her.

“I didn’t expect it to be so beautiful here,” you replied, turning back to the sunset.

“You truly didn’t see Nevermore in a premonition?” You could feel her approaching you.

“No I…” She was making it hard to think, “I found the website online. It felt right, me being here.”

“I hope you continue to feel that way.”

You weren’t expecting her to drop down beside you, legs dangling off the pier, arm brushing against yours. It was the closest she’d gotten to you since your arrival, her floral perfume wrapping around you in a way that was familiar, and yet so much better than your dreams. You held yourself still, worried you’d lean into her if you didn’t.

“I’ve been hearing reports from other staff members that you’re settling in well,” she said, “that you’re a kind and conscientious team member. You appear to be fitting in well.”

“I’m trying.” You weren’t sure what else to say.

“It makes me wonder if I’ve done something wrong.”

You turned to look at her. Her blue eyes had lost their sparkle, and her lips were turned down. You hadn’t seen that look before, not in all your months of dreaming about her.

“How would you have done something wrong?” you asked.

“I don’t know. That’s why I thought I’d ask,” she replied.

“Of course you haven’t.” You shook your head, turning your gaze down to your fingers twisting together in your lap. You were already messing up your future.

“You treat me differently from the rest of the staff. You’re more distant with me.”

You didn’t bother disagreeing with her.

“Have you seen something that’s going to happen involving me?” she asked instead.

You felt your cheeks burn and your eyes darted up to her. She tilted her head at your reaction, leaning closer as her gaze swept over you.

“You have.” She didn’t need you to confirm it.

“It’s nothing bad,” you said, “or, at least, I hope you don’t think it’s bad. Come to think of it, it might not be welcome news. This is why I don’t often tell people what I see. They react badly, usually. But it’s not bad. I haven’t seen anything bad about you.”

“When did you have this dream about me?” She looked at you intently.

“Does it matter?” At least she thought it was only one dream.

“I’d like to know,” she said.

“Seven months ago,” you said.

“You told me you’d never had a premonition about Nevermore,” she said.

“I didn’t know you were Nevermore.”

You chanced a glance over at her. She was watching you and you could almost see the gears turning in her head. Your eyes flicked down to her lips, then away again, cheeks heating. You wondered if you’d ever be able to look at her without the flutter of your heart. Your dreams were saying no.

“What happened in this dream?”

You shook your head.

“I don’t think I should say,” you replied, “not everyone appreciates knowing what’s to come.”

“I’m asking.”

You took a deep breath in, turning to look at her properly. The words were ready on your tongue, ready to spill out. She was watching you with a soft look on her face, expectant and open. You could have melted right there.

“Please?”

You surged forward, grasping her face between both hands. You kissed her hard. She froze and you drew back. Your heart thudded in your throat and your eyes widened. Terror flooded your veins.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You got to your feet, spinning around, and doing your best to flee. A strong hand grasped your wrist, tugging you back. You tried to pull free but she only held on tighter.

“I’m so sorry,” you said again.

“I’m rather flattered,” she said and you braced yourself for a reprimand, “but I’m afraid that didn’t answer my question.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, still facing away from her. You couldn’t bare to look at her as you told her, spilling your secrets at her feet, hoping for mercy.

“I have been dreaming about you every night for seven months. Every. Single. Night. And we are clearly more than friends in them. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you but every time I look at you I, the afterimages of those dreams are there. It makes it so difficult to keep my train of thought around you. And there’s no way it would be this difficult if you weren’t to fucking beautiful. It’s driving me crazy.”

The silence in the wake of your confession was deafening. You tried to pull out of her hand again but she was still holding on.

“Look at me.” She sounded breathless, “please.”

You slowly turned, scared to see what she’d do. Slowly dragging your eyes up to her face, you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat. Her face was so soft, so full of wonder, cracked open to show the light inside her. There was a small smile curling the corner of her lips and her eyes were sparkling.

“I’m not expecting anything from you,” you said, “the future isn’t written in stone. It doesn’t have to go like that.”

“Darling.” Oh, that pet name would get you into trouble, “how about you kiss me again and we see what happens?”

You gaped at her. You had no idea how to respond. All you wanted to do was kiss her again.

“Darling?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

You reached up, hand cupping the back of her neck, pulling her down. The first brush of lips was questioning, needing to know this is what she wanted. Her hands grasped your hips, pulling you towards her.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue sweeping into your mouth. You moaned at her taste, knees turning to jelly. You should have known that she would be phenomenal at this, all your dreams pointing towards it. Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip. You gasped into her mouth, holding her tighter, wanting to thread your fingers through her hair but scared of ruining how perfectly she’d styled it.

You were gasping for breath when she drew away. Her perfect lipstick was smeared and her eyes were smouldering. Your fingers gently touched her kiss swollen lips, ghosting over them. You’d never seen something so beautiful.

“Perhaps you’d like to have dinner with me tonight,” she suggested, drawing back until you were no longer sharing the same air.

“Yeah.” You nodded, “yeah I’d like that.”

She began to walk towards the school, giving you a wonderful view. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from her swaying hips.

“Oh, and darling.” She turned back to look at you over her shoulder, “I hope you know I’m planning on having you for dessert.”

Your mouth fell open before you chased after her back to the school.

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Idk if anyone has watched Wednesday but ....

#wednesday #larissa weems #gay panic #ahhhhhhhh #my love for tall older woman is showing #omg but she fine ash thoooooo

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Lady Dimitrescu and her Daughters, spooky Halloween edition 😈🦇🩸🪰🍷✨🖤

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The Lady

ALRIGHTY people, I'm back posting here! So I'll prob flood a little with all the art I forgot to post here. I'll have to re-learn how tumblr works, but hey! gotta do what u gotta do

My comissions are open, and prints will soon be available on my kofi!

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My Wife

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POV: you’re roaming the castle halls in the middle of the night and run into the Lady of the residence, wyd? 😳

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I Will Banish Your Fears (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader)

(never wrote Reader stuff before but I was viciously struck by this fluffy idea of Alcina cuddling her human and well, here we are 0_0. Uh....Enjoy!)

Alcina was unaccustomed to non-violent human contact. You noticed the hesitation early on in the relationship; a large hand reaching out to cup your face, only to pull back. Reassuring her that you were no fragile bird, you had plucked back her hand and let it settle on your face. Even through the cold leather of the glove, you felt the warmth of her love. 

From then on, she made more efforts to touch you; a finger idly curling a lock of your hair or the sweep of her palm against your back. She knew you weren't made of glass, but with her bloodthirsty ways, the fear was a constant reminder of what she could do.

Never once holding you in those powerful arms lest the love of her life be taken away by an accidental display of strength.

Even so, you continued to encourage her, drawing her out of her reticent shell. 

One night, while you lay bundled in her bed, you stare at the adjacent, empty pillow sleepily. What would it be like to have her giant frame pressed against you? How would it feel to be wrapped in her embrace; her breath and scarlet lips hovering against your neck? Alcina was such an intimidating woman to every human that unfortunately met their end at her claws. But in those same hands, you met your beginning. You turn in the bed, flopping your arm off the side of the bed, roiling with emotions. 

Every single day, she told you she loved you, and you without doubt, loved her but her fears kept her back. You chuckle slightly at the thought. Fear wasn't something the great Lady Dimitrescu grappled with externally. She was a strict, ferocious woman who only showed love to her daughters behind closed doors. 

But your brand of love drove a stake of worry into her heart; humans were easily broken and easily eaten. The nature of a vampiress was to consume, after all.

You hoped your dreams would be kinder to you and shower you with fanciful thoughts of being cuddled by a gentle monster. The mattress dips and you're jolted out of your pondering as you feel a large hand, devoid of a glove, slide down your arm with a feather-light touch. 

"Are you awake, my love?" the familiar, purring voice says quietly; hesitantly.

You mumble an agreement, smirking at the lack of social etiquette you displayed. Alcina preferred clarity and surety with all things; your hypocritical beloved showed none of those things in that moment. Electricity shoots down your spine as she leans down, brushing her lips against the curve of your ear before pressing a kiss on your temple. 

The confidence drained out of Alcina once again, you noticed and it hurt your heart to have such vulnerability taken away so quickly. Though you were much smaller than her, you knew yourself, knew your strengths and weaknesses. You also knew what to do next.

You count to three, readying yourself before grabbing the larger hand barely skating on your skin. Alcina gave the cutest yelp of surprise and you try to fight back blushing laughter as you lock that arm around your body, pushing yourself backwards into her own. Alcina doesn't fight it, laying there as if frozen, unsure of what to do next. With a smile, you lace your fingers together with her own, squeezing to reassure her that you would not fracture from her strength. 

And finally, she comes to terms with her love for you, allowing every fear within her mind to evaporate under your grip. Leaning her head down, she buried her nose in your hair, inhaling deeply before laying a soft kiss between the strands. Sleep came over you alot quicker than you thought as you snuggled into the spooning, feeling her cool skin against your back. 

The night drifts on as the two of you lay beneath the covers, indulging in these tender affections only available to you and you alone; her human, her beautiful human. 

However, with every pro, there's a con. When morning came around, you awoke first for once while Alcina still slept soundly. That same bestial strength was tamed but still showed as you tried to get out of being hugged so tightly. Alcina doesn't budge and neither could you apparently. Sighing dramatically, you lay back against Alcina, blushing at her refusal to let you go, even in her dreams.

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I laughed to hard at this 🤣

Daniela: What are you writing?

Bela: Heisenberg wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting him know it's private information.

Cassandra: *looking over Belas shoulder* This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

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💀💄🦇

"What if" / Fanfiction Video

🍷🖤 !! For our Queen ALCINA !! 🖤🍷

//SOUND ON//

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Lady Dimitrescu Returns | Resident Evil

20/31

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“Like I'd let you get away. You'll be sliced to ribbons before you ever see that child!”

-Lady Dimitrescu, "Resident Evil Village"

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By Teradiam ArtStation

https://www.instagram.com/p/CS07e7lgqPK/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

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The fic Im writing rn is diff... and I think a fandom first but if I write it right its gonna be amazing 👏🏽

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina x reader #lady alcina #resident evil #lady dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #castle dimitrescu #re8

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please share the alcina angst, i'm curious to know what actually made you upset when it comes to your angsty writing. like. is it going to make me bawl my eyes out? am i going to be thinking about it all day? am i going to have to close tumblr in the middle of it? much to think about O-o

PFFT, okay, what makes me upset may not make you all upset (yet), but i will try my best to share my thoughts

to make it easier, i wrote a little bit of the excerpt rather than just sharing my notes, because sometimes i don't make sense when i'm just writing my thoughts down

(also, for extra spicy hurt, i suggest listening to Romantic Homicide by d4vd either before or during to get a better understanding of the inspiration for it and the hurt i felt :'))

Alcina slams her hand against the door, keeping you trapped in her room. You refuse to look at her, instead focusing on some spot on the floor while your heartbeat spikes.

"You have nothing to say in your defense?" she snaps. "Nothing on your strange behavior, nothing on your absences?"

You clench your jaw and take a step away from her, shaking your head as you back into a table. "Please, I-I just-"

"What did you ask me, all that time ago? To tell you if something was bothering me, to communicate what I was feeling?" She moves, but you don't dare look up at her to see what she's doing. She leaves your vision, though, and you think you hear her near the fireplace. "Am I not worthy of the same request?"

Your breath shudders as you release it. "I'm scared," you admit. "And I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this." Your words leave your tongue before you can stop them, but you don't think you'll regret finally admitting everything you've been hiding from her. "E-Every time I come back, every time I see you again...

"It feels like you're drifting further and further from me, and I don't know how to stop it. When I come back and see you again, you're fine for a few days, but... I see it. You don't care. I try to act like I'm fine for your sake, like everything's okay, but-"

"What are you talking about?" You glance at her, immediately regretting doing so. There is nothing in her golden gaze. "I treat you the same-"

"You don't." Your voice cracks as you say the words, and you gather your composure for a moment while the words hang between you. "After everything I've done for you, everything I've gone through-"

"Honestly-"

"You don't even believe me." Your shoulders sag as you watch her, as you feel tears prick your eyes. "Would you believe Miranda has forced me to kill you more times than I can count?"

She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. "What delusions are you on about now?"

She will never believe you.

It's fitting, isn't it? That you know the truth about everything Miranda has done and continues to do, and yet... You're the only one that can know.

You take in a shaky breath. "I love you more and more each time I come back, but it's becoming rather clear that the more I love you, the less you return those feelings."

Alcina scoffs and glares at you, as if she can't believe you would ever say a word against her. "You're being childish. Have you been spending too much of your free time with Daniela, losing yourself in those fantasies?"

You almost feel your heart shatter at her words.

You don't know what you were expecting from her, and you're not sure where to go from here.

You could always go back again, but the thought that she said those things without even a single crack in her voice...

She doesn't care, does she?

Or perhaps she just doesn't believe you'd gone through something like that, even if you know you have.

Because... it was all real, wasn't it? You remember going through each fucking nightmare-

Maybe that's all it was. Just a nightmare, something to warn you into not fucking things up.

What a grand job you're doing.

Alcina takes a deep breath and rests her hand on the back of her chair, looking away from you. Her large hat covers most of her features, and you find yourself turning to the door, ready to leave and cool down- "Perhaps it... would have been for the best, if you'd been handed to Mother Miranda."

You freeze at that, every one of your limbs tensing as her words register in your brain.

It's...

She's-

With tears in your eyes, you turn your head to look at her over your shoulder. Everything you've gone through for her, and she just- You feel so numb. "Enlighten me, then, Alcina," you say through gritted teeth. Tears leak down your cheeks as she lifts her head, seemingly unbothered by your own feelings on the matter. "Why am I still here?"

She stiffens a little at that, but she doesn't say anything else. She simply looks away from you, and you take that as her answer.

You leave her room angrily, ignoring her daughters' calls for you as you exit the castle and traverse the snowy land, uncaring of the snow falling or the chill that's settled in your bones.

You'll go back, eventually. For the time being, though, you remain in the village, hiding when you feel one of the girls or Alcina herself looking for you. You've done well with your ability to keep your mind hidden and with the ability to trick everyone into saying they haven't seen you.

Truthfully, maybe this is for the better.

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PREACHHHHHHHHHHHHH 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

You know what this fandom needs? MORE PLUS SIZE CHARACTERS.

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Alcina: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

Y/N: .......

Alcina*hugging Y/N*: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?

Y/N*angry*: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms.