Sitting On Alcina's Lap Eh? I Would Just Drift To Sleep,while She Is Reading Or Doing Something Else.

Miss D became a Lady

Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

“You only every play the same songs,” It was said as a mix between a simply observation and a light hearted complaint.

“Is that so?” Alcina was engrossed in a book, not fully in the present moment, you had been lost in another world as well. But the static crackling of the needle reaching the end of the record’s grooves tore you to reality.

The Countess spoke again after a pause, this time a little more engaged in the world, “what’s so bad about that? I like what I like,”

“Variety is the spice of life,” You drawl out, arching your back over the arm of a large sofa.

“Oh, hush now. What exactly do you listen to then?” Alcina chuckled out, she placed her book to the side and pulled you into her, “I am curious, my darling, what do you listen to?”

The Countess is bubbling with joy as you snuggle into her side and idly stroke the top of her thigh; a chaste show of affection. It was also the easiest part of Alcina to reach.

You hummed, low in your throat as you pondered on an answer.

“It’s a mixed bag really, but I do have a soft spot for jazz music. I quite like swing music as well,”

“I do favour jazz myself,”

“I’ll let you listen to my favourite songs some time,”

“That would be most nice,”

“Most of my favourites are from one band it was a woman who sang, it was her and four men. Or three, I can’t remember.” You sit up a little straighter, “Now that I mention them, the woman sounds scarily similar to you,”

“Really now?”

“Yes, Kiss of Fire is my most favourite! I’ll play it for you when my phone isn’t dead,” you lay your head against her side and settle in to have a nap, “There’s not a lot I wouldn’t do to see them perform live, it was their music that got me through my teenage years, no matter how dark they got,”

Alcina basks in the silence as she strokes your hair and watches the hearth with glassy eyes. A forlorn smile ghosting in her lips. A phantom tightness curls around her throat as she relived memories from long ago.

“Darling?”

A muffled hum riddled with sleep was her reply.

“What was the band called?”

“Miss D and the Pallboys, you know them?”

“Yes, I knew them very well,”

“Spill the beans, you’re being coy,”

Alcina eyes you with a look that could mean either good things or bad things.

“I am Miss D,”

So it was all a lie?

part 1

TW mentions of suicide intention, but nothing graphic. Please be careful

also angsty

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Your feet dangle freely over the balcony stone rail. The cold breeze does a great job soothing your red and stained cheeks. You have no more tears left to cry but the swelling in your eyes hasn’t eased.

In the somewhat long time you’ve met Alcina Dimitrescu you learned to not underestimate her capacity for cruelty.

You knew that playing with fire you was ought to get you burnt sooner or later.

You really can’t say you didn’t expect it. Are you sad? Yes. Do you have a broken heart that makes you feel a heavy physical pressure on your chest? Absolutely. But surprised? No.

You are still in awe of how good of an actress she is, at how she managed to be so convincing.

Her arms held you close and tightly at night, offering protection against your demons. Her lips kissed you tenderly in the privacy and solitude of her chambers, making you feel lightheaded in the best of ways. Her whole face full of worry whenever you got injured, melting your heart with how caring and loving she was…

Now you know better.

Her arms wrapped around you like snakes that were only meant to prevent you from escaping her claws. Her sickly sweet kisses like a drug to keep you docile and compliant.  Her “genuine” worry was nothing more than a cover of the fear of anything harming you.

Harming Miranda’s chosen.

Because all it was Alcina’s love —if you can even call it that anymore— was nothing but lies and deceit, nothing but a carefully performed plan to keep you naïve and oblivious to your real purpose.

You had always wondered what was so different, so special, about you that the Matriarch hadn’t disposed of you the first weeks you started working at the castle and instead let you live fairly free of punishments.

You wondered what she had seen about you that spiked her interest.

Nothing, it seems, only a foolish girl that could fall under her spell with some breathtaking eyes and charming smiles.

A harsh blow of wind tangles your hair, but you don’t care anymore. The snow under you looks so pretty, so comfy to lie onto and it almost makes you feel tempted to jump from the terrace of the castle where you are currently sitting. You say almost, because you are sure if you’re so important to Miranda she’ll find a way or another to bring you back, whether as yourself or a monster you wouldn’t want to find out. Besides, the splatter of bright red on a white canvas is ought to catch some attention, and you wouldn’t want to scandalize the girls with such terrible spectacle.

If your relationship with Alcina was nothing but a world of make-belief, you try to at least pretend the friendship with her daughters was genuine. A tired smile comes to your lips as you recall some moments with the three gremlins… Your smile turns bitter when you realize the young ladies can and would take her mother’s side if you ever tried to escape, hunting you to the end of the world and beyond only to bring home the prize if Alcina gave them the order. Perhaps every bit of friendliness is in your head after all. You really are trapped in a spider web of trickery.

The thing here is, you really fell hard for them. You grew to love them all like your own family and, if given a choice, you would have stayed with them to spend your life as such.  But then again, you are certain now that to them you were nothing but a plaything, nothing but a mere toy.

Wishing that you hadn’t heard that conversation becomes a prayer, but there’s nothing you can do about it. Too late you realized that the visitor on the other side of the oak door was none other than the dreaded Mother Miranda, the same one who you had been taught to fear so many years ago.

You heart shattered when you heard your “lover” answering to Miranda’s query, saying you’d be ready to be used as Eva’s vessel the next evening, that she had you eating from the palm of her hand and that you were unsuspecting. But what hurt you the most, what completely destroyed you was her laugh followed by a remark of how stupid you were, how innocent of you believing she could love you and how funny your face was when you looked at her like a puppy looks up to their master. You didn’t need to stay for the rest and ran towards the only place you knew you’d be alone.

At least a few hours are left before the sun starts to settle. You know your chances are narrow, but maybe you can try and escape from the dungeons. It was well known among the maids that there was an exit there, if you were resilient enough to go through it and survive. Thus far you haven’t known of anyone who actually made it out, but you decide you’ll either run or die trying…

Imagine a maiden trying to spoon Alcina because secretly, even nine foot vampiric countesses like to be held.

So the maiden just pulls Alcina's head into her chest and strokes her hair while cooing to her how amazing she is 🥺

Do you know just how often I imagine this exact scenario? I hope you like it!

“Just a little more and…there! Perfect!”

You smile as you wipe the last of your wife’s makeup off of her face. You had been sitting on her lap as you were helping her get ready for bed. She has her head leaned back in the chair, eyes closed, a smile of contentment on her face.

Her tawny eyes open slowly, leisurely, and you can’t suppress the soft gasp that escapes your lips. If possible, Alcina Dimitrescu looked even more enchanting without her makeup. Her wrinkles stood out more prominently without any foundation to cover them. Her lips clear of their usual crimson pigment were slightly chapped. You could see every pore, every freckle, every “imperfection” on her bare face.

She was nothing short of breathtaking.

Alcina smirks at your gasp. “What is it, iubi?” she asks, playfully chucking your chin with her large thumb.

“You’re just so beautiful,” you breathe, pressing your lips to her plush grey ones. She buries her hands in your hair as she returns your kiss eagerly.

She suddenly breaks from the kiss and presses her hand over her mouth to suppress a yawn. She catches your disappointed expression and chuckles. “It’s not you, darling,” she explains quickly. “I’d love to do more, believe me, but I’m afraid I’ve had such a busy week the exhaustion just caught up with me.”

You smile back in understanding. “All right,” you say, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. “We’ll just go to bed then, my love.”

With that, she swings you up in her arms and carries you bridal-style to the bed. You lean into the curve of her shoulder, enjoying the weightless feeling associated with the way Alcina always carried you.

She settles you on the bed, before cocooning herself around you, wrapping her arms around your middle, the way she always did when the two of you settled for the night.

However, you have an idea.

You gently extract yourself from Alcina’s embrace and smile slightly as you hear her let out in an involuntary whine at the loss of contact. Your wife was so touch-starved sometimes, it seemed nothing could satiate her. It was adorable.

You move around the side of the bed until you come up behind her. As best you can, you wrap your small body around Alcina’s in an imitation of the way she usually holds you at night. Your hands reach out and can barely wrap themselves around the curve of her waist.

You feel a chuckle ripple through Alcina as she moves her hands to cover your own. “Is this what you had been planning?” she asks, and you can hear the grin in her voice.

You kiss her bare shoulder, exposed through her nightgown. “I was just wondering,” you ask, stroking the inside of her wrist with your thumb. “If anyone had ever held you before like this?”

“Actually no,” she says, sounding surprised herself. She turns her head to look at you and you’ve never seen her grin so wide. “But I like it.”

“I’m ashamed I hadn’t thought of it before,” you say, caressing her cheek. “But I think we should do this more often. Here, scoot down a little bit. Lay your head on my chest.”

Alcina obeys, inching down a little bit before resting her dark head on your chest. You reach your hand down and begin to stroke her raven curls and you can hear her almost purr in contentment.

“I’ve always felt so safe in your arms, Alcina,” you say as you continue to stroke Alcina’s hair. “I just wanted you to feel the same way I do with you every night. You deserve to be held every so often, don’t you think?”

You don’t hear an answer, so you look down and find that Alcina is already fast asleep, snoring softly, her lips parted.

You smile and reach past her to turn out the light. Before you go to sleep yourself, you kiss her forehead saying, “Good night, my dearest darling. I love you.”

time to have evil sex with my villain wife

The fact that 8,000 people reblogged this 😂Alcina’s gonna have a booked schedule these next few weeks

Agh love this

imagine being a lesbian in the late 19th/early 20th century, working so hard on not getting married to a man and having children with him due to your noble decent until you're 44, then later modifying an entire castle to your needs and preferences (female only staff, lady statues, wine cellar, vineyard, dungeon with a laboratory section, custom clothes, bed, bathtub and more), distancing yourself from the outside world, raising your chosen daughters and living your best immortal lesbian vampire life for decades and then a man has to break into your castle, look through, steal and destroy your property, stalk you and murder you and your family. and for what? a piece of his daughter? a flask that someone else gave to you which you couldn't deny? for trying to save his own daughter and murdering yours in the process?

yes, she tortures people, drains them of blood and turns women into wine, though I'm sure most of the men have done something to her, her daughters or the female staff to deserve it (not to mention that she was born in a different time where it was seen differently), but she does a lot of it to literally survive at the bare minimum and there was no reason for Ethan fucking Winters to slaughter her for something she had no say in. there's just so much hurt and pain in her voice when she finds out about her daughters being dead and in the boss fight as well... he was the one who entered her castle without permission. he destroyed everything she had.

villain or not, she loved her daughters endlessly and lesbians fight so much for validation, recognition, understanding and peace (from cishet men and homophobes in general) even today that as a lesbian myself it pains me that it was all shattered by a man and she didn't get to have a "happy" ending. sure having to use people to survive isn't ideal, but a villain can be defeated without dying, especially when they have something you need and after will never have to bother you again, but that's not re style. immortality, having powers and a possibly inhuman body does not mean they're not human inside anymore and you can't just go around killing people now can you?

ah sorry just another one of my rants since it's basically canon now that alcina dimitrescu is a lesbian...

This Woman's Work Part I (Alcina x Fem!Reader Fanfic)

Warnings: NSFW at the beginning, but the rest is just fluff. Also some morning sickness and nosebleeding.

Part II Part III

You awaken to sunlight filtering through the curtains in your bedroom. You try to stretch, but find it a tad difficult. Especially considering your 9’6” vampire wife has cocooned herself around you. You gently move your body so you are facing Alcina. There have been so many moments like this in your marriage where you can hardly believe you have the pleasure of waking up every morning next to such a beautiful creature. You take her in, from the creases under her eyes, her long lashes framing her pale cheeks, her adorable laugh lines, and her parted lips free of her usual deep carmine pigment. You love moments like this when she is in such a deep slumber as it is the most peaceful you’ve ever seen her.

You press your lips gently to her temple and see those gorgeous golden eyes open. She smiles and runs a thumb along your cheek. You lean into her touch kissing the palm of her hand. “Good morning, draga mea,” she says, giving you a chaste kiss.

“Good morning, my love,” you say, stretching your arms above your head. “Do we have anything special planned today?” You turn to her and can’t help but notice the way Alcina is looking at your body arch as its stretches.

Alcina gives you a wolfish grin. “We haven’t anything planned until after luncheon.” She suddenly takes you in her powerful arms and flips you so she is above you. “So we have the whole morning to ourselves.”

You suddenly find that your mouth has run dry. The neck of her nightgown is gaping, so you can see the full outline of each breast.

She takes you gently by the chin and presses her lips to yours. You pull her down so she is lying down on top of you and weave your hands through her raven hair. She shifts her body weight so she doesn’t crush you and deepens the kiss, coaxing your mouth open with her tongue. You take her wrists and place them above you on either side of the pillow.

Alcina breaks from the kiss and chuckles. “Iubirea mea, how will I take your clothes off now?”

“You can use your teeth, can’t you?” you reply breathlessly.

Alcina breaks out into a wicked smile. “Great idea.”

She lowers herself near your chest and takes the ribbon fastening your nightgown in her teeth. The glint of her fangs flashes in the early morning light. You gasp as she rips the ribbon out and the top of your nightgown falls away, revealing your breasts. She cups one of your breasts and moves in to kiss you again. However, you notice her smile falls and a look of concern crosses her face.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” you ask, trying and failing to keep the whine out of your voice. “Why did you stop?”

She puts a hand to your nose and it comes away bloody. “Your nose is bleeding?”

“What?”

“Here, sit up.” Aclina pulls you up to a sitting position on the bed and adjusts your nightgown so your chest is covered again. She fetches one of her handkerchiefs from the nightstand and presses it to your nose. “Just hold it there and try not to move too much. There’s a good girl.”

Alcina stays there while you keep the handkerchief pressed to your nose to stem the blood flow. “Sorry, I know this isn’t very attractive,” you apologize.

“Darling, that is the furthest thing on my mind right now.” She brushes a stray curl from your forehead. “I just want to ensure that you’re alright.”

Once the blood has stopped flowing, the entire handkerchief is soiled. “Sorry about your handkerchief.”

“Iubirea mea, that handkerchief has seen so much blood over the years. This isn’t the worst it’s been, trust me.” She looks at you with such tender concern your heart melts. “How are you feeling now?’

You feel your stomach lurch. “I think I’m gonna puke.”

Luckily you make it to the bathroom in time.

You lean against the toilet scene, spent from heaving. You glance over at Alcina who had been holding your hair while you were sick. A look of worry has creased her brow. “Maybe we should take you to Mother Miranda and have her take a look at you.”

You shake your head. “No, I’m sure I must have caught something while I was in the village.”

Alcina gives you a stubborn look. “No malady I know gives you nosebleeds in addition to nausea.”

You’re about to protest, when suddenly it dawns on you. “I’m late.”

“Late for what, darling?”

“My cycle,” you lean your head against the bathroom wall, your nausea having passed for the moment. “I was supposed to have it last week.”

Alcina’s breath hitches. “Does that mean…?”

“Only one way to find out!” you say grabbing a pregnancy test from the medicine cabinet. You turn to your wife, who is still standing there. “Er…This bit’s rather private.”

Alcina tilts her head in confusion. “Draga mea, I’ve seen every inch of you. I don’t think there’s anything I’ve missed.”

You feel your cheeks redden. “Aclina, do you know the way a pregnancy test works?”

Your wife shakes her head, her curls bouncing to and fro. “I’m ashamed to admit I don’t know.”

You motion for her to lower her dark head so you can whisper it in her ear. Her brow knots in confusion. “Isn’t that a bit archaic given the technological advances of your species?”

“They haven’t found anything better,” you say brightly and give her a playful slap on the bum. “Now, shoo.”

You wash your hands and brush your teeth for good measure while waiting for the results. When you are done, you glance at the stick and behold two parallel lines. No doubt about it now. You are pregnant.

Alcina raps her hands on the door. “Iubirea mea? May I come in now?”

You wipe a tear from your eye and smile. “Yes, darling.”

She comes in, bending her head under the frame. She is wringing her hands, a nervous habit.

“We’re pregnant!”

Alcina doesn’t move for the longest time. She puts her hand on her heart and then rushes over to you and takes your face in her hands. She gives you a kiss on the forehead and leans it against yours. Her aureate eyes are brimming over with tears of joy.

The moment is broken when your daughters suddenly materialize from the bug shrouds. They begin talking all at once. “Maman? Is it true that you’re pregnant?” “Maman, did you cheat on Mother? I’ll kill you if you did!” “Oh, thank God that means I’m not the youngest anymore!”

You wave a placating hand over their babble. “Girls, girls, yes I’m pregnant. No, I did not cheat on your mother.”

Alcina turns her adoring gaze from you to her daughters. “We actually meant to tell you girls this, but we have been consulting with Mother Miranda for us to have a child. The embryo was implanted a couple months ago and we weren’t sure if it would be a success, but-” She gives you a peck on the cheek. “It worked!”

The girls erupt into cheers. Caught up in the jubilation, Alcina picks you up and swings you around. The smile falls from her face as she sees your face turn green. “Oh, dear.”

Lucky for both of you, you’re already in the bathroom.

Shout out to the Lady Dimitrescu fanfic writers who do that grab chin to look at me thing, very fruity of you all.

ty @emcads​ for making me snort smoothie out of my nose. this really do be how it do be . 

Ethan Winters: Do you know how many disgusting and terrible things she did???? *points at Lady Dimitrescu*

Y/N: You know what, mate? *sits closer to him* I eat pussy, no morals.

Ethan: Oh, mY GOODNESS!!!

Y/N: I prefer to call her "Mommy", by the way. Thanks for asking.

Ethan: ...but I did not... STOP! What did you just say???!!!

Y/N: *chuckles*

Lady Dimitrescu: *proud momma look* Good girl