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Could you write a part 2 to the angry at Alcina one? (And make it angst but with a happy ending?)

haha okay, I thought of leaving you with only one part but—

That is 2. part of

Alcina Dimitrescu x angry reader

There is 1. part

You looked at her with numb face. Alcina Dimitrescu usually had an expression of powerful, demanding woman but now… She just had a dumb face. Speechless, blinking too much. What did you just say….? “Y/N, do you–”

But you cut her off by running off of your chambers. No, no, no, everything went wrong. And it was your fault.

You weren’t arguing-well type. You usually cry during it or just gave up anything just to let it go. But now… Your bad mood gave you enough confidence to do this.

Alcina was the most important person to you, your darling wife. And you just… made her feel like she was the worst thing that happened to you.

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thoughts about cuddling with the different lords.

Heisenberg is like a human furnace and he kinda just wraps himself around you like a koala. I'm a firm believer in dadbod!heisenberg so hes ideal for cuddling with, very comfy. (no I'm not projecting things about my boyfriend onto a fictional character)

Alcina likes having you lay ontop of her chest cause she's so much bigger than you are. She'll play with your hair with one hand and use the other to hold her book. You'll be buried under a blanket using her chest as a pillow. It's so easy to fall asleep.

Donna prefers being able to have your arms around her. She's quite thin and lanky, and she curls up close to you to warm up. She doesn't give off a lot of body heat so she has a tendency to try and steal yours.

Moreau makes sure that you're constantly comfortable. It does not matter to him whether or not he is comfortable, just that you are. He's so happy when he gets to cuddle with you. He'll hum and kiss the top of your head

You’re shy and yet you want me to whisper in your ear while forcing your legs open for me to rail you?

That’s cute.

Alcina trying to get Mother Miranda's approval to marry Y/N at a Four Lords Meeting

Mother Miranda: Alcina, you are twice Y/N's age! What can an immortal woman who stopped aging in her 40's possibly have in common with a mortal girl in her 20's?

Angie: jumping off Donna's lap SEX!

Things Alcina has absolutely said to her daughters

“Where did all the antique vases in the foyer go?”

“Don’t you buzz at me, young lady! Get down here right now!”

“Stop trying to eat snow because you want to know what will happen! You KNOW what will happen!”

“Yes, Daniela, I want you to find true love, I just don’t think hanging up posters around the village advertising yourself is the way to do it.”

“Who got blood on the carpet?”

“Did you give Bela a black eye? ... No, it was not the opossum, try again.”

“Bela, if you don’t go to sleep, I will have to sedate you.”

“Just because your Uncle Moreau can breathe underwater doesn’t mean you can, too.”

“No, Angie is not— ... What did you just call her? Auntie Angie? Oh brother...”

“I am not calling a doll Auntie Angie. ... No, she’s— ... I am not disrespecting your aunt! ... I’m not even her niece!!”

“What did Auntie Angie let you do today?”

“I don’t care if Heisenberg let you race Lycans, I am your mother and I say no. ... NO HEISENBERG IS NOT GOING TO BE YOUR NEW MOM.”

“Why is there a horse in the parlor? How did you fit it through the door?”

“I should have kept you all as flies.”

“Cassandra, when did you have the time to remove the wheels on the five carriages? ... What do you mean you sold all the wheels?”

“Daniela, stop trying to eat your sisters’ flies because you want to know what they taste like!!”

“Bela, you didn’t kill yourself because, what? Heisenberg asked to watch Scooby-Doo with you and your sisters? Child, you concern me severely. Are you alright?”

“What do you want to call Mother Miranda? Grandmother Miranda? ...Yeah, sure.”

Lady Dimitrescu: Heisenberg, you gross robbing hobo manthing. you vile thief, ungodly harrowingly crude dirt man

Ethan: whoa, thatd he do?

Karl: i just-

Lady Dimitrescu: he ate all of my biscuits, every last one! you fat bastard manthing

Has this been done yet?

I'm watching gentleman jack and I'm speechless. What do you think about lady d with a gentleman chivalrous "maiden"? You know that lady d know the effects she has on women? But... What happens if reader know the effect she has on women too? A reader who can made lady d speechless, a disaster gay, an useless dramatic lesbian.

Very fun question. I think that Alcina always operates as a disaster lesbian, 24/7, but she just knows how to hide it super well. 

In fact, I actually have a hard time picturing her with someone who does not have a personality and confidence as strong as hers. She seems to me like the type who craves a match of wits in her relationships - a woman she can have flirty and sharp-tongued banter with, who challenges her, and who is not afraid to make a move when the time is right. Alcina will never admit it aloud, but she loves being adored extravagantly to the point where she is the one blushing.

She does find amusement in the pliant and doe-eyed women that wander up to her doorstep on a rainy evening, seeking employment as a chambermaid or kitchen assistant. However, these fleeting affections probably got dull very quickly - someone who can only blush and gasp “my lady!” isn’t really the sort of company Alcina would thrive alongside, in my opinion. 

Hence Alcina makes a point that chivalry is not dead. 

Like, the reason why that handsome butler who worked for her back in the late 19th century didn’t get turned into wine isn’t solely that she always knew what year to pick to go along with their meals. It was the opening of the doors, and the winks offered over an intelligent joke, and that one time she asked Alcina for a waltz because she knew the Lady was feeling lonely and saw it in her duty to remedy some of that emptiness. 

For my fic, I did add Anne Lister in as a cheeky reference to Gentleman Jack. She came to Romania during her travels in the 1820s and stayed as a guest of honor in Castle Dimitrescu in one of her stops along the roads. Alcina was so charmed by her vitality and eloquence that she gave stern instructions to the daughters not to break their masquerade and try to act civil. There was definitely copious amounts of flirting, as one would expect from Anne (the Belcombe family sends their regards), but their friendship compatibility was well beyond that. You can thank Anne for the fact that Alcina keeps a journal and collects hair lockets. 

To this day a polite kiss to her knuckles by a gentlewoman of charm leaves Alcina feeling pleasantly tipsy. 

Lady Dimitrescu: Mother Miranda! There’s a monster underneath my bed, and he’s really ugly.

Heisenberg, from the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

every mother think their kids are deaf 😂

Cassandra : STFU ! 😂

Never drew a comic before but reading a post about Lady D being distracted by a maiden and hitting a doorway needed to happen.

Cassandra to Bela: Watch this.

Cassandra to Y/N: Maman, what do bees make?

Y/N: Honey?

Alcina: Yes, dearest? What is it?

Cassandra to Bela: See? Told you, Mother's whipped!

IM ON MY KNEES OH MY GOD…..PLEASE RAIL ME…

POV: alcina finds you, bites you, makes you [REDACTED] her, and calls you good girl

((the nuns in the nsfw bible study channel in the alcina server asked for unholy sound edit based from cut voice lines))

What is the most disrespectful, anger inducing thing the Maiden could say/ do to Alcina?

Very fun question to answer!

In general, Miranda and the Dimitrescu’s role in the cult’s hierarchy are a sore topic. She’s this presence that lingers over their lives - their vampire sire of sorts - so they are constantly having to force down this jealousy while still craving her approval (both individually and as a family). If the Maiden were ever to say that Miranda is better than Alcina in any aspect that would leave her both fuming and heartbroken, as it plays directly with her insecurities. It would quickly turn into an obsession to prove herself as above Miranda. Luckily this would never happen.

They do argue over pettier things, of course. I see Alcina as someone who is constantly working on her composure and who asserts her authority as head of the household in often harsh ways. She expects her family to perform up to the same standards as she holds herself to, which does get in the Maiden’s nerves sometimes. If the Maiden is feeling particularly neglected or patronized she may complain that “you don’t have to try to outperform men with every breath you take, you know?”, which leaves Alcina offended to be even placed in the same category.

Alcina also expects them to be fully devoted to each other, in all senses of the word, so whenever the Maiden keeps things to herself Alcina can get very frustrated. Outdated as this may be, she sees herself as the keeper between them. She needs to be the one protecting and caring for her wife, so if the Maiden takes some matters into her own hands Alcina can feel robbed of part of her usefulness.

On a lighter note, the Maiden can be an absolute tease and it drives Alcina up the wall. She’ll show up while Alcina is busy to distract her, rile her up to the point Alcina will ignore any phone calls, then be like “it was a good chat, see you later” and straight up leave. Thankfully this anger is easily managed by Alcina getting up and dragging the Maiden back with her.

happy monday

My lady 🥀🙏🏻

Lady Dimitrescu catches you with her lipstick and,,,, 🤭

Helena Mankowska as Lady Dimitrescu 🤍

our poor countess and her lack of knowledge on specific art store names🧎‍♂️

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time to have evil sex with my villain wife

Your daily reminder to love Alcina Dimitrescu.

Ladies and gentlemen, Helena Mankowska.

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.

Destroy me, my Lady. Destroy me.

Tumblr is the only site I know where I can openly say "Yes, I want Res 8's Tall, Elegant, Vampire Mama to capture me and keep me in her dungeon, then drink from me like her personal juice pouch." And there will be at least 5 people who go "Yes, me too, step on me Mrs Dimitrescu."

Omg I’m dead😂😂😭

sharing is caring, they said

i've had this stuck in my head pls this is a cry for helphhsjakdfakjf

Currently reading “To love and to lose” by TheShyBee on Archive of Our Own- the Alcina x Donna x Reader love triangle I never knew I needed. Possessive Alcina is the best.