#broke: alcina fucking you on her desk
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Modern AU BusinessWoman!Alcina x PersonalAssistant!Reader (part 3 of 3)
Here it is everyone! The final part to my BusinessWoman!Alcina and Assistant!Reader thoughts. I want to do the idea justice and hopefully one day write a proper story for these two idiots. But alas, I need to focus on other things. Don’t steal these ideas in the meantime. So I hope this suffices!
I marked the NSFW section where it begins and ends. Not explicit, explicit, but enough that you know what’s happening.
Enjoy you gays :)
Part One
Part Two
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12 days. The office knows something is wrong with Alcina and you. The past month was like the first month you were hired and they immediately knew something wasn’t right when Alcina began to go on near daily tirades. They started giving you side-eyes and you can hear the whispers. “Trouble in paradise?” “What happened to them?” “Is Miss Bitchtrescu about to fire them . . . are they about to quit?” Ignoring them to your best ability gets aggravating but you persist.
It was your last two weeks after all.
And it’ll be the worst two weeks of your career because you can see the end approaching and you’re walking to the finish line while your heart is trying to drag itself back into Alcina’s office.
You’ve debated telling her, to cross that boundary and just confess. You’ve even made a pros and cons list.
Cons: There’s too many to truly list out but there are highlights that you focus on.
She’ll reject you outright and laugh in your face.
She’ll say that the night where she tried to kissed you was a mistake and she feels nothing.
She’s your boss for fuck’s sake. (BIGGEST ISSUE)
She’ll report you to HR for sexual harassment or something like that.
Your career will tank and you’ll have to fake your own death and start anew.
She’ll know how you truly feel and the mortifying ordeal of being known is too much.
If something were to happen, it would be a PR nightmare if it got out (you can practically see the headlines now: “Dimitrescu Truly a Business Woman-- Sleeping with Her Secretary!” or “Office Smut-fest! Dimitrescu and Assistant Go at It!” or “Dimitrescu Daughters Have a New Step-Mother!”
Her being with you is a complete, utter fantasy.
A relationship could cause irreparable damage to her career and you’d rather quit now than let that happen.
The girls would bully you relentlessly.
Your breaking heart will finally split to pieces like it wants to do every time she doesn’t meet your eye like she used to.
She’ll never want to talk to you again.
You’re delusional if you think any good will come out of confessing.
You were just going to be a warm body for her bed that night and she would have kicked you out regardless.
It’ll never work out.
Pros: These are far fewer, but some are noteworthy.
You get closure and you can begin healing with time.
She possibly feels the same and you two start something. (Very doubtful)
Your conscious will clear and you can move on.
If not a relationship, then a very ravishing one-night stand could happen-- you’re definitely not opposed to that at this point. A little of something is better than never having it.
You can possibly repair what you have and you can rescind your two-weeks and continue working, despite no relationship.
You get to continue seeing the girls and keep them in your life and you can be a part of game night again.
She can kiss you like she wanted to that night.
You can see her real smile again.
And really the fact that you can have multiple pages of cons and barely one for pros tells you what you need to know. The risks out weigh the very slim, virtually absent benefits. It’s simple logistics, that’s what Alcina would say. That’s just business.
11 days. Alcina knows she’s been a bitch-- well, more so than usual. The office hasn’t been this terrified and quiet since your first few months, and it is very disconcerting how she managed to slip back into her old ways. It’s welcoming and comfortable and it makes her feel in control again. Plus, it keeps you at arms length, despite the sorrowful expressions she’s been receiving when you think she isn’t looking. It breaks her heart all the more. But it’s saving you from wasting your time with her and moving on to better prospects.
The girls, while meaning good, are hopeless romantics and too naive. Things are complicated, far too complicated and this isn’t a book or a movie. They claim they know you feel the same, that they know if their mother can get her head out of her ass, you will accept her. It’s absurd really, Alcina Dimitrescu is getting romance advice from her daughters . . . but for just a moment, right before you entered her office with that damn piece of paper . . . she had hope.
That’s perhaps the most ridiculous part of it all: Alcina had hope.
10 days. You’ve been interviewing for various other positions, some in similar fields, others not. It’s been going okay, you think. Some called back, others not. Thankfully you have enough savings to pass the time if you fall between jobs. It’s a strange feeling, to know you can support yourself like that. If someone were to say you could two or three years ago you would have laughed in their face while trying to take the bus to your second job. If they also said you would have been endeared yourself to Alcina Dimitrescu and eventually fall head over heels for her without going on a single date, you would have been hospitalized from being unable to breathe.
Things were going so well and you were happy and Alcina was happy and the girls were happy and things are so fucked up right now. It would be easy to point the figure at the other woman, say it was her fault. But you’re too self aware that you know you’re just as much to blame and it’s a complicated situation-- the power dynamic, the blurring of professional boundaries, your feelings, the girls, the very different backgrounds of you two, among other things. You took the step to un-complicate it by putting in your two weeks notice, but part of you feels that was to just delay the inevitable. Should just rip off the band-aid and quit now.
And yet, you stay.
8 Days. There’s an incident in the Alcina’s elevator. She and you were riding back up to the office after a late meeting with the board. She was rattling off what needs to be done and you were taking notes when she shifts her weight like she does when her heels are making her feet ache. Suddenly, she wobbles and nearly plummets into you as her heel breaks. You just manage to catch her before she falls flat on her face. But you hear her suck in a sharp breath and see how her ankle rolled beneath her weight. She cussing up a storm and ranting about how they don’t make heels like they used to and you’re holding her up and she has her arm around your shoulders to not put pressure on the twisted limb and the situation is ridiculous, so ridiculous, and for a moment it feels like it used to. So much so, you crack a joke at the situation. Without even pausing, Alcina snips back like she did in the past and then you both are laughing as you help her to the couch in her office.
For a moment you forget about everything and it’s just you two. You get ice from her in office bar and let it soothe the quickly swelling ankle. There’s still some awkwardness around what can be said and what is acceptable and professional. Alcina made sure of that for the past month.
“Bela,” said Alcina suddenly when silence fell between the both of you. “She has a recital for her violin this Friday. She asked if I would extend the invitation since the performers are allowed to have up to five reserved guests.”
Your first reaction is to immediately say yes. Your second is to say no. But, of course, it’s Bela and by extension the girls, so you agree on your third reaction. Alcina gives you the details through a possibly, poorly concealed smile but you think that’s just the trick of the light.
4 Days. So fucking stubborn, you think as you enter the auditorium, just barely managing to get there on time before the doors close. Of course Alcina wouldn’t keep her promise and keep weight off the foot. She’ll regret it the next morning you bet. Alcina’s perfectly manicured brow arched upwards as you slide into your marked seat only seconds away from being late-- out of character for you. Cassandra and Daniela immediately swarm you with greetings and questions and tales as much as they can before the lights dim and the performances start. That’s when you notice you’re sitting right next to Alcina and will be for the next two and a half hours, brushing shoulders and fighting for the arm rest.
(When Bela’s eyes scanned the audience, she smirks to herself. She loves it when a plan comes together.)
Bela’s performance was spectacular, as one would expect from a Dimitrescu, deserving of the standing ovation she got. When the group meets back up with her, you make sure to present the stain glass and metal rose as a congratulatory gift. You remember Bela saying one time she doesn’t understand the giving and receiving of flowers-- they just die in a few days anyways. The artisan down the road just finished the rushed order for you that night and it’s the reason why you were nearly late. You ignore Alcina’s strange gaze as Bela hugs you tight.
Somehow the girls rope you into getting ice cream afterwards, and part of you fears you will overstay your welcome and in Alcina’s good graces, but she doesn’t show any discomfort or anger or anything negative that you can tell. With that, you can pretend, just for a moment, that things are right and that you belong there beside the Dimitrescu family. Even when you’re carrying Daniela to her room, excitement and sugar crash finally catching up to her little body and the other exhausted girls opening the doors to help, you’re pretending like this won’t end in less than a week.
With all three daughters in bed, night time I love you’s given by their mother, it’s just Alcina and you in a too large mansion with too many unsaid words between. Alcina walks you to the door, where her driver is heading your way to take you to your apartment.
“The girls appreciate you coming tonight, especially Bela.” She says when you are at the door.
“It was my pleasure,” you reply.
Alcina stills and sucks in a breath, as if she’s bracing for something. “And . . . I appreciate it as well.”
Your gaze immediately snaps to Alcina’s. You will your heart to stop beating so loud in your ears.
“You’re a good assistant.” Immediately when those words leave her mouth, she regrets them-- that wasn’t supposed to be said. Damn Alcina’s lack of emotional forthcoming.
Ah, there is it is, you think. An assistant. That’s all you’ll ever be to her. And you weren’t just good-- you were the fucking best. “Thank you.”
The curt note in your voice makes Alcina’s eyes widen. “I mean it,” she starts again, trying to salvage this. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and the girls.”
“You have a funny way of showing it.” You turn to the door and step into walkway. “Goodnight, Alcina.”
The door closes behind you and you’re bathed in the driver’s lights and there’s a nip in the air which the only the night can bring. Your mind is a rush of thoughts and emotions that you can’t quite parse out, and stepping into that car solidifies your choice, and frankly you’re just fucking pissed and done with the whole situation. You’re. Just. Done.
You burst back through the door, startling a remorseful Alcina. “What--”
“I think it’s time we really talk.”
You push past her. You settle in one of the many rooms you know the girls won’t hear the discussion if they’re sleeping. Alcina trails behind you and it’s a bit hilarious to see the woman so lost, especially in her own home. But you’re too pissed to care.
“You can be an absolute bitch sometimes.” You catch the look on her face, clear shock. “You’re arrogant, haughty, and overall just spoiled and at times entitled.” Your tone keeps Alcina from voicing her objections. “Incredibly demeaning and condescending, even on good days in the office, and frankly I don’t know how you have not been reported in droves. Your communication skills are lacking and you blame people for not being able to read your mind. You’re also extremely passive aggressive when you don’t get your way-- that much is clear in the past month.”
You pause and let the silence fill the air. Alcina’s face is crossed between shock and something else you don’t care to decipher and she can’t quite meet your eyes. You swallow the lump rising in your throat. “But you’re also incredibly intelligent, scarily so sometimes, and you’re a hard worker and any company would be lucky to have you.” You blink away tears. You hate crying and you’d rather not cry now of all times. “You may not like it, but you have a bleeding heart and you care about fairness and you’ll fight for people if things seem unjust. You don’t take shit from anyone, even the board. You’re also hilarious in this sardonic way and sometimes it’s hard for me to not laugh in meetings. You’re generous and you anonymously donate so much each month it’s almost unfathomable.”
You inhale, trying to hold yourself together. “The girls absolutely adore you and they want for nothing and you do your damnedest for them and give them everything. You’re an amazing mother and they are so lucky to have you, and you them.”
Alcina is staring at you strangely and you can’t meet her intense gaze. “Frankly, you have a chocolate addiction that is sometimes terrifying how much you go through in a week. You never compromise your morals, even in the face of obstacles and possible benefits from turning the other cheek. You say you don’t like trashy tv but when its on in the house I catch you watching it like the girls do. You sing sometimes, in the office, when you think no one is listening and it’s beautiful. You say you don’t like my puns but I see your smile regardless.” You pause and exhale. Things just keep coming out and you can’t stop it.
“Yes, you can be a bitch and a bit overwhelming, but you’re also incredibly human and this past year and half has been a whirlwind of everything. And my biggest mistake, honestly . . . has been allowing myself to care so much for not only you but the girls. And sometimes it felt like you cared as well . . . but that night-- and then how you acted afterwards makes me think otherwise.”
Alcina doesn’t say anything. Only stares in that mysterious way you can’t quite place at the moment, not with the tears starting to blur your vision.
“And tonight, with you and the girls, it made me forget how things actually are. And it’s so fucking confusing because--”
You stop mid-sentence, when you get a look of Alcina’s face. A real, good look, one where you’re not blinded by your own self-pity and hurt and heartbreak. You know that expression, eyes soft and gentle liquid gold and her granite like face relaxed like she’s in awe, and she’s staring at you with such intensity that it makes a delicious shiver run through your spine. It’s the same stare she gave you right before she tried to kiss you that night. Only now, you know she’s sober and it’s in the middle of the house’s office and your heart skips like it did that night.
You suck in a breath. “Because . . . because you’re looking at me like you did that night and as much as I want you-- I’m still fucking hurting because of you.”
Alcina swallows and looks as though she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself. “But you pushed me away.”
“Because you were drunk. I didn’t want you to kiss me, knowing that you weren’t going to remember-- and for fuck’s sake get off of your damn foot!”
So
Fucking
Stubborn
You eventually guide Alcina to the nearest settee and quickly find some ice for the now swelling joint, all the while grumbling under your breath. She looks somewhere between amused and in awe (and pain because her injury has come back with a vengeance). The discussion calmed after that, but that doesn’t mean it was over. You two have a very long and thorough talk-- a long overdue one by the sound of things.
There are too many things to untangle right now nearing midnight and definitely not something that can be straighten out in a single sitting. You’re still hurting and so is Alcina. There are still doubts lingering in both of your minds. There is still the issue of technically being her employee-- HR and the board will have a field day if you two start something, with many people wanting to sweep Alcina’s position right out from under her. It’s a tricky thing, one that requires time and patience.
But you can’t keep the goofy grin off your face every time she catches your gaze and gives you that same damn look, like you splattered the night sky with stars and hung the damn moon. You shiver each time she takes your hand in hers and plays with your fingers, and you can’t help but notice you love the feeling of her fingers intertwined with yours.
It’s a soft, gentle start, one you never thought you’d ever have with Alcina. And it was perfect.
Especially when she sends you off to the guest room with a kiss on the cheek and the silent promise of tomorrow and beyond.
(At the top of the stairs, money is exchanged between Bela and Cassandra.)
1 Day. You rescind your resignation Monday morning. Much to the surprise of the rest of the office.
You and Alcina came up with a plan: You will stay for another month or so, help pick and train the new hire so there will a more peaceful transition unlike previously. Keep things professional and inconspicuous before the office and the board. HR won’t have a conniption and Alcina’s enemies won’t have any ammunition. And then once that month ends . . . it’s fair game. Besides, what’s another month anyway?
. . . Apparently un-fucking-bearable. Because the unspoken attraction between you both suddenly being spoken and exposed has made you hyper-aware of every motion and look Alcina gives you and your will to not pounce on the woman is fraying.
And Alcina isn’t helping. Ever since that night, she’s become a fucking tease-- calculated, “casual” touches not there before, looks over her dossier that would make anyone stumble or kneel, and sweet yet mostly sultry things whispered when she knew no one was watching or listening. And her expression when she pulls back and acts as if nothing happened tells you she’s enjoying this way too much. It’s dangerous, considering someone may see and report, but you know she’s thought ten steps ahead and won’t do anything she knew would be guilty looking. She doesn’t do it often enough to get sloppy, only enough to catch you off guard.
A caress across the small of your back as she leans over to fetch a paper on her desk, the brush of her fingers across your thigh as she gets up from a table, or even the skim of her (now relatively healed) ankle against the back of your knee as she sits beside you in a meeting. It’s maddening . . . but also addictive and you hate that you love it.
Well, two can play at this game.
There’s a meeting that could have been an email and you and Alcina are at the head of the table with the other higher ups looking at a proposal from a consulting company. You can tell by Alcina’s dead stare that she won’t sign on with them. Without taking your eyes away from the presentation, your hand slowly descends on her thigh, first caressing her knee and slipping slightly under the hem. Her eyes cut to you so quickly it could have been the trick of the dim light. After a few seconds your fingers gentle caress patterns across her skin and muscle, her thigh pressing more surely into your touch-- permission to continue. And you do and find a sensitive spot just on the inside of her thigh that makes her limb jump slightly and you make a mental note of it for later. When the proposal is wrapping up, you (reluctantly) let your hand slip away and resume the innocent, unsuspecting assistant-- the rest of the meeting members none the wiser. Alcina’s eyes were dangerous for the rest of the day.
Another time, you and her were going over some reports at the end of day, office long deserted. Alcina’s usual updo was slowly falling from the crown of her head and some of the tresses are falling along side her face and honestly she should have known you couldn’t resist brushing them away. You soon find yourself unraveling the rest of her hair with no resistance and raking your fingers through her luscious locks to the tune her sighs and slight moans. It would seem Alcina Dimitrescu likes her hair played with . . . you wonder . . . you give a little tug and her reaction confirms your suspicions. Eyes fluttering, lips parting, gasp escaping. You thank her for letting you explore by planting a kiss behind the shell of her ear. “You should let your hair down more,” you say whispering into her hair, her shampoo, conditioner, and perfume intoxicating. She laughs, eyes half lidded. “I’ll take that into consideration.” The next morning, Alcina enters the office with it unfurled and it takes all your might to not openly admire.
You love that Alcina has a private elevator, for multiple reasons. 1.) You don’t have to squeeze into another at high traffic times in the public ones, crammed into the corner. 2.) It’s a good place to just breathe and collect yourself in relative isolation 3.) It doesn’t have those annoying musical jiggles in it and 4.) Now, without prying eyes, you get to hold her hand.
The month goes by so slow, yet so fast. The new assistant is adequate by Alcina’s standards-- which is a boon in their favor. Maybe this one may survive yet.
9:02AM. You don’t really know how to feel about your last day-- you’re strangely calm when you were getting ready that morning, but the moment you step into building your nerves ignite.
12:10PM. The office throws you a going away party-- surviving close to eighteen months, setting a new record. They ask where your path leads you and you sheepishly say you don’t really know-- the extended month at the company has screwed up job hunting prospects and so you’ll be between jobs until then. It’s terrifying, not having a clear plan in place, yet you can’t deny that the unknown is also enticing to some degree.
You can’t wait to start this new chapter.
4:58PM. The hours pass. Eventually the office files out one by one. Everyone says goodbye and you say possibly the last goodbyes to some of them and you exchange a few hugs to those you’ve grown close to. You still have some small things to finish up on and arrange before the new assistant takes over.
5:39PM. You’re done. Actually done. You finish up the final arranged schedule and sit back into your chair. Done. No longer Alcina’s assistant.
5:43PM. You knock on her door. The sun is setting and the golden rays cascade her office in radiant, brilliant colors. But they don’t compare to her eyes when they land on you or when a smile graces her face almost immediately at the mere sight. She takes off her glasses and shifts her papers over to the side and gets up to meet you halfway-- her brow arches when your finger flicks the lock on the door. She keeps silent despite it.
You give her a giddy smile. “I finished my last assignments.” She just hums and steps closer. “So I’m done.” She hums again and this time you take a step. “Final day.” Her fingers brush your jaw and lift it, gentle yet scorching. “Technically, my day ended at 5 sharp.” You lean into her touch. “. . . I’m no longer your employee.”
Her eyes turn dark, hungry, despite the easy grin on her face. “No, you’re not.”
It doesn’t matter who initiated it, because you’re suddenly kissing her-- finally kissing the woman before you and who has stole your heart for months-- and she’s kissing you back with such fervor and want and longing. It’s everything and more than you ever imagined. This moment was an inevitability. She’s so warm and sure against you and your mind is hazy and you can’t focus on nothing but Alcina’s taste, scent, noises, and touches. There’s smoke on her tongue and a tinge of vintage-- no doubt to calm her nerves-- and she’s fucking delicious.
(NSFW below)
You want more.
No.
You need more.
Despite your smaller frame, you push against her and she relents and backs away with you guiding her. She groans when her legs meet the edge of her desk and the sound rattles your soul. Alcina scoots on the desk and you immediately slot yourself between her legs, where they quickly bracket your waist. Distantly one of her heels clacks to the floor. Hands find curves and divots and softness and honestly you can’t discern where she begins and you end even with clothes. She feels so good against you and so right and honestly why you two didn’t do this earlier is fucking ridiculous and HR can go fuck themselves-- like you’re planning to do to Alcina.
You nip, lick, kiss, and generally assault her pale neck and the moans that it releases from the other woman spurs you on with renewed fire. Somehow your hands manage to find the hem and zipper of her skirt and slide them down her beautiful legs. She hisses and throws her head back when you press a knee to her bare core and god that image is seared into your mind and you’re certain it’s the most gorgeous sight you’ve ever seen. And you did it.
Your hands and mouth travel down and down and down, kneading, licking, and utterly consuming whatever flesh you can reach. She’s open and inviting and absolutely gasping your name when you finally kneel before her, her fingers raking across your scalp and yours find her thighs and spread them wider, showing your prize for your patience. Her hand on your head urges you forward, a silent plea and last order of the day.
You smirk and finally lean forward and aid in Alcina’s need.
You always were a fantastic assistant.
(End of NSFW)
You learned many things about Alcina as you two stumbled into your apartment (closer than the manor) and make up for so much lost time. Here are some of the highlights: 1.) her neck and chest are sensitive, and you mean sensitive, to the point of her almost finishing several times, 2.) she’s just as perfect completely naked as she is clothed, and it took you a few seconds to appreciate and admire the woman and register that this was real and not some sadistic dream of yours, 3.) She’s absolutely insatiable, enough so that you two didn’t stop until the wee hours of the night and you and her collapsed of near exhaustion, 4.) Her hair is just as sensitive in bed as well as out of it, a fact that you exploited, much to her pleasure, over and over again, 5.) Waking up to her sleeping form, body bare, hair wild, twisted in your sheets, the next day is one of the best things imaginable, and 6.) She never had anyone make breakfast for her the morning after and bring it to her in the bed, and she was very appreciative of that, despite the cold eggs afterwards.
Alcina stayed the weekend at your apartment, as the girls were still out on their school trip. Of course, most of the time you two were in your bed (or your couch, or even your kitchen, thoroughly christening the space). But still, you also just . . . existed, watching movies and tv shows, talked about anything and everything and even did errands.
Insert rich people obliviousness and memes:
“Darling, I can span your apartment in less than eight strides-- I’m very concerned right now. Do you want me to buy you a new one?”
“It's one banana, dear. What could it cost, $10?”
“Your car is a safety hazard for the road and you. Please, let me buy you one. What do you want? Mercedes? Bentley? I can have it delivered by today.”
“They’re just scrambled eggs. How hard can it be?” Apparently, very.
“Tony’s Truck Tacos? Is that even legal?” Yes, and Alcina very much enjoyed them despite her earlier complaints.
You and Alcina accidentally tell the girls by showing them, when they get back from their trip. The girls were overjoyed that their mother invited you as it has been for too long since the last time. It was also on that night that you finally managed to beat Alcina at Settlers of Catan and a near riot broke out with the girls hollering about the queen has fallen and a new dynasty has risen. Alcina’s pouting didn’t help your laughter, and you instinctively kissed it away. Which of course, led to an even bigger riot and louder squeals. You were tackled with their hugs and Alcina didn’t seem too concerned with your apparent near suffocation.
There are some hiccups and disagreements, typical of a new relationship, from your differing backgrounds, and you two being out of practice of having a partner. Alcina sometimes regressed back into her boss mentality, especially during the early days, and you make sure to tell her to not treat you like before. You still have your doubts about yourself and the relationship, particularly when you know others are pursuing her, not knowing she does have someone to go back to. It’s not that you think Alcina would do anything, more the fact that you still can’t wrap your mind around the fact that she would want you versus others-- ones who are more her speed in terms of class and money. You know it’s your insecurity but the doubts are still there, lingering, and you hate them.
“You don’t think I have similar thoughts?” Alcina says after you finally voice your concerns. “About you and I? How could this brilliant young woman who has her whole life ahead of her want to be tied down to a cynical, old crone like me? Trust me, my dear, I wait in baited breath that you wake up one day and realize your mistake.”
You make sure to let Alcina know what you think of her-- utterly intelligent, still incomprehensibly beautiful, and deserving of your time. Breaths, touches, whimpers, and all. And she tells you how she’s grateful everyday that you’re in her life and how you’re worthy of her attentions. Whispers, caressing, moans, and all.
Her head rests on your chest, legs entangled in yours, and your fingers carding through her silky locks, her favorite position when you two are drifting off to sleep. In the silence of the room and night, you let loose the words on your mind and in your heart, “I love you.” She stills and suddenly your murmuring about how she doesn’t have to return the words and that you were just being silly. But her lips find the center of your bare chest and then your throat, silencing you.
Her eyes shine brilliantly gold even in the shadow draped room and you can just make out a gentle smile on her lips. “And I love you.”
There’s adjustments especially the different life styles. Alcina likes spoiling you, and you don’t mind the smaller things, but sometimes she tries to give you very extravagant things-- she nearly bought you a pent house for your five month anniversary, for crying out loud. You’ve since compromised in that you don’t mind the bigger things, so long as it can be shared with her and the girls, such as trips, outings, and experiences you never thought you’d get to do years ago. You want for nothing with Alcina but it still takes you by surprise with how much she’s willing to give without much thought.
At eight months, you’re making pancakes for the girls, which has become a Friday tradition for the most part before school. The three of them are still waking up and shuffling around and when you serve them. Daniela takes several flapjacks and absentmindedly says, “Thanks, mom.”
You barely keep yourself from reacting as the other two girls stare and tease when your back is turned. It wasn’t until the girls leave you allow yourself to smile and bask in the little moment.
You tell Alcina eventually, about the mom-incident, after a day or two. You wanted to keep it to yourself, to see how it settles in your heart but the warmth there only grew. She’s surprisingly quiet and you fear that you must have overstepped in some way. “I, uh, hope you don’t mind.”
She blinks and gives a small smile to calm those doubts in your head. “No, I don’t mind.” She pauses. “Do you mind?”
“No, not at all . . . I find it rather nice.”
At ten months, Alcina and you have a talk about introducing your relationship to the world. There have been several close calls lately and it was because of her connections and influence that the tabloids didn’t run them. You both would rather announce it yourselves and get ahead of the story. The joys of dating a multi-millionaire you suppose. It was a long discussion, but one that needed to be parsed out.
At eleven months, you make your official debut and as expected the gossip goes wild. It’s during a gala celebrating the anniversary of the company and of course Alcina has to be there and you decided why the fuck not make it worthwhile and make people turn heads. Alcina was all aboard, enthusiastically so. You were already turning heads as her plus-one and dressing to the nines. Watching people trying to piece things together, with some in denial and others finally getting it was hilarious and Alcina looked upon the chaos with rapturous attention.
“Let’s make sure we get the point across,” you say, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor. There’s a mischievous glint her eye that is mirrored by you. Alcina always loved dancing, all kinds and any era. So to say her teaching you certain ones was inevitable.
It felt more like floating rather than dancing, especially with Alcina leading and swaying and twirling along with the swell of the music. Her eyes never left yours and her grin only grew as the song started its decline. And with a final twirl and flare you’re pressed against her chest, gazing up and suddenly she’s kissing you so deeply, so completely, you think you may have fallen in love all over again.
Of course, such public displays of affection won’t go unnoticed, especially to your parents. Who would have thought all they needed was to see you happy and in love thanks to circulating pictures and videos of the dance to finally come back into your life after over a decade of no contact? Well they did one month and they were pissed. You were dating a woman! You were dating an older woman! You were dating an older woman with children no less! How dare you expose this shame to the world and to their families, friends and coworkers! What were you thinking disgracing the family name like this?
You laughed straight in their faces and told them to go fuck themselves. “Family” didn’t matter when you were kicked out.
“But aren’t you sad?” Cassandra said, after you filled in the Dimitrescu girls. “They’re your parents. Your family.” You smile at her and give her a kiss on her forehead and catch the other girls’ eyes.
“I don’t need them. I already have one.”
You give Cassandra advice when she goes on her first ever date.
You teach Bela how to drive.
You help Daniela with her science project.
You cook for the girls and Alcina and they love it when you let them help. Alcina still can’t cook worth a shit but she tries her best with her signature pout. She is the best chopper, slicer, and garnisher though.
1 Year and 2 Months. The girls bring home a scraggly dog-creature-thing one night and honestly you’re still not sure what Toast’s breed even is (obviously the girls name him, due to them always wanting you to make him breakfast with them). Alcina was hesitant about him and insisted she would never care for the thing. Which is fine. The girls and you care for him just as fine, but you do hear the other woman catch him up on shows’ plots and characters and hear her coo to him and snuggle when she thinks no one is looking. Toast seems to be an excellent listener and cuddler.
1 Year and 6 Months. Alcina finally gets you a new car like she’s wanted since she first sat in the thing. It’s admittedly expensive and classy, but you love it. She seems proud of herself as well, judging by her shit-eating grin when she was showing off the features. The leather seats are plush and soft, the gadgets and interface is sleek, and the cabin is roomy enough to . . . well. Alcina laughs into the crown of your head, placing a kiss on your sweaty temple, as you collapse against her, panting and overheated and in decrescendo from your peak. She hums, “I take it you appreciate the gift?”
You lean back slightly and brace against the headrest, nipping at the edge of her jaw, just seeing how her eyes flutter close. Your hand descends slowly and then suddenly cups her, earning you a low, guttural hum and renewed vigor. “You don’t know the half of it.”
2 Years. Alcina treats you to everything she can offer. She takes you to her family’s old castle in Romania (just rich people things you suppose, having spare castles just laying around) where she practically treats you like a queen. Dinner, jewels, time, trips across the countryside, her. Part of you wishes you can give her even a fraction of what she’s given you. It’s the same part that claws at your esteem and sanity. You doubt it’ll ever truly go away, but it has been quiet for some time and you nearly forgot it was there.
You express as much to her, both of you wrapped in silk sheets and nothing else. “I just wish I can give more. It’s the least you deserve.”
She kisses your doubts away (and then some) while spelling out exactly what you’ve given over the past two years. Your amazing mind. Your unconditional love. Your endless compassion. Your immense patience. You give everything you can and then more, she says, for someone as undeserving as she. You laugh at that, disbelieving, yet let her continue. She says she would give you the world if she could-- but she’ll settle for this one last thing.
She talks, suggesting she wanted to wait until later in the trip but now seems just as good as any, as she retrieves something from a secret compartment in the bedside dresser (again, just rich people things).
Your heart thunders so loud in your ears and you gasp and there’s a slight tremble in your chest with anticipation and shock. Tears blur your vision and you already know the answer. Alcina opens the box with a soft smile with her heart and soul in her golden eyes.
“May I give you my name?”
So, yeah. This got out of hand lol 😅 😅 😅
But anyway! I hope you all had a wild ride (you know the Reader has).
Hopefully one day I’ll write and actual story with this idea (with more description, plot, and dialogue obviously), but I have to finish up another. I have a few ideas for an overarching plot and other scenes, and it’s likely that this will act as an outline, but the final story may diverge in some ways. But until then . . . I hope you all enjoyed this, I certainly did writing. Everyone of you who commented on the posts and sent me asks are amazing and made this all worth it.
Stay safe and healthy!
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Pls surprise us for a new fic🥹😭
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Do I still have to finish writing chapter 13 of Alcina's New Maid? Yes lollll but I've been struggling with writing anything the last few days (my period has been an asshole this month yayy -.-) and this suddenly hit me so lets go!
This is inspired by the incredibly talented @rosalynesimp's artwork Dreadful Love and her latest masterpiece Dreadful Love Part 2
Warnings: Death, blood, just fucking SADNESS
A/n: I cried writing this so before you read this just know I'M SORRY.
It's been one year. One whole year. One year since Alcina last held you in her arms. One year since she made the biggest mistake of her life. One year since she watched the light fade from your eyes.
It was an accident, she never meant to hurt you. You weren't even supposed to be there. You were supposed to still be in the village running errands, you weren't supposed to be back for another hour.
But fate had other plans. The stars aligned in all of the wrongs ways and you were ripped away from her, by her own hands.
Alcina remembers it clear as day, piles and piles of paperwork, phone call after phone call from Mother Miranda, her stress levels were at an all time high. It was a phone call from Heisenberg, of course it was Heisenberg, that sent her over the edge. She can't even remember what he said, whatever he called about didn't even matter the next day. But everything else that happened after that call will stay with Alcina for the rest of her eternal life.
It was the straw that broke the camels back, it was that phone call that made her snap. Her desk went flying, papers scattered across the floor. She was clawing at every painting, every wall. Alcina always had a temper, she was able to keep it under control up until a certain point and that day, she was shoved past that point.
She didn't hear the door open, she didn't know you came in. She didn't even know you were home.
You finished running errands early and you even had time to stop by the bakery to pick up Alcina's favorite pastries as a little surprise. When you got back to the castle you heard a crash and the sound of things being thrown around. As you walked towards her study you debated on going in, you've only seen her like this once before but you were able to calm her down. She only got like this when she was stressed to the max, extremely overwhelmed and you knew she hadn't been sleeping the last few days. Without knowing it you picked the perfect day to surprise her with her favorite comfort foods.
Slowly you opened the door, you knew you had to be careful, especially since you heard her claws ripping through the walls. After taking a step in you saw the carnage, her desk in pieces, papers scattered everywhere. Before you had another second to think you felt something pierce through your skin. Looking down you realize you had four massive claw marks across your torso.
Alcina was swinging her hands and clawing at everything in sight, the frustration and anger had become too much for her to handle anymore. On one backswing she felt her claws go through something, something soft. A chill she will never forget went up her spine.
The scream she let out shook the castle as she saw you collapse with four gashes across your chest. In a blink she was on the floor next to you, cradling you in her arms. She called for maids, for her daughters, praying to every god and deity she knew of to save you. You both knew it was too late.
Even to this day, she doesn't understand how you weren't angry with her. How you didn't hate her for doing this to you. She will never understand how you told her "it's okay, it was an accident." as the blood poured out of you. She never forgot how you seemed to be the one comforting her as you laid in her arms dying. Telling her over and over again how much you loved her, that you forgave her, until your breath was gone.
Apology after apology spilled from her lips, repeating the words "I'm so sorry, I love you so much" like a mantra. Hoping, praying that it would somehow save you or bring you back.
Alcina sat on the floor with you in her arms in a pool of blood and tears until your body was cold. She didn't know how long she sat there for, it could have been hours for all she knew.
Finally, she stood up, carrying your lifeless body. With each step she trembled but said nothing as she passed through the crowd that had gathered. She said nothing to her daughters that stood there, unsure of what to do for the first time in their lives.
She carried you outside to the willow tree, a place so sacred to the two of you. It was there you both confessed your love for each other. Never will she forget the look in your eyes when you looked up at her after she said you should live your life and travel the world. Without hesitation you replied "why would I do that when everything I want is right here? Alcina do you know how much I love you?"
All alone, with your body laying so peacefully on the grass, Alcina dug a grave and buried you under that tree.
One year. One year since the worst day of her very long life. Not a day went by where you didn't cross her mind. Not a day went by where she didn't regret what happened with every ounce of her soul. Never had she loved someone so deeply, so truly, and it's because of her that you were now gone.
At dusk she left the castle and sat against the willow tree. Her tears flowed as she rested her hand on your grave, wishing, hoping she can see you one more time.
"If there is a god, you will be somewhere wonderful, somewhere where you are happy. Somewhere where you are safe from monsters like me." She said through tears, staring up into the beautifully colored sky. "I love you, draga mea. I am so, so sorry."
When the sun finally set and the moon was bright in the sky, Alcina rose from her spot and gently dusted off her dress. She looked out over the vineyard for a moment and felt the wind pick up a bit. A leaf blew past her and she followed it, turning around to see a small swirl of wind and light and color in front of her.
Standing there too afraid to hope, she watched as the swirling took form and you stepped out in front of her.
"I must be dreaming." She said, her hands beginning to tremble.
"I can assure you my love, you are not." You said with that playful smile she loved so much.
"How- how are you- this can't be real." Alcina says as tears stream down her face.
You walk up to her and float up to her eye level. Gently you cup her face and wipe her tears away.
"It is my love. Although we don't have very long." You say, looking into her beautiful golden irises.
Alcina felt your hand on her face, she could see the sparkle in your eyes that she loved so dearly, she could smell you. You were really there.
Without hesitation Alcina wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you tightly into her. She nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck and sobbed as you held her.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."
"I forgive you, it was an accident. Please don't blame yourself."
"I love you, I love you so much."
"I will always love you Alcina, always."
"I've missed you so much draga mea."
"I've missed you too Alci. I am never far away, I will always be with you."
Alcina pulls back and cups your face with both of her hands. You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and she pulls you in for a soft, passionate kiss. All of the air in Alcina's lungs disappeared when her lips met yours. Never again did she think she would be able to feel your lips on hers. Never again did she think she would get the chance to look into your eyes. Never did she think she would be able to tell you how sorry she was.
When the kiss ends you wipe away more of her tears and gaze into her eyes. The wind begins to pick up again and you know your time together is coming to an end.
You slowly float back down and interlace your fingers with hers.
"Our time is coming to an end my love."
Alcina nods as more tears fall. She doesn't want to let you go, not again, but she knows that she has to.
"I will always be with you, and when your time comes, I will be here waiting for you."
"How are you not angry with me?" She chokes out as the wind picks up more.
"Because I know you would never hurt me on purpose my love. It was an accident, I knew it then and I know it now."
"I love you draga mea."
"I love you too, my Alci."
You take a few steps back and your fingers slowly slide out from between hers.
"I will be waiting for you Alcina. I love you."
The wind swirls around you and you slowly fade into a beautiful blue light. As quickly as it happened, the wind dissipates and the light fades away, leaving Alcina alone, standing by the willow tree.
She looks up into the night sky and wipes her tears, thanking every god and deity for one more moment with you.
As she walks back towards the castle your words replay in her mind "when your time comes, I will be waiting for you." Alcina was an immortal being, you knew that. She isn't sure if you just meant you will wait for her forever, or if perhaps you knew something she didn't. Either way, if or when this life ends, she found comfort in knowing that you will be there on the other side waiting for her.
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Creating the Perfect Vessel (Alcina x Mother Miranda Fanfic)
Warning: NSFW
Alcina paced alone in her office. That morning she had gotten a note from one of Miranda’s ravens saying that Miranda was going to meet her at Castle Dimitrescu to discuss “an important matter.” But about what Alcina could not even begin to imagine. She noticed at the last Four Lords meeting Miranda had been looking at her quite frequently, an analytical look coloring her grey eyes. She did not flinch as Alcina made eye contact with her, almost defying her to ask why she was staring at her so intently.
A knock on the door broke Alcina out of her reverie. “Enter,” she commanded.
Miranda stepped into the room and Alcina quickly stole to her side, genuflecting before her and kissing the back of her hand. “Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda,” Alcina said graciously. “To what do I owe this honor?”
Miranda smiled softly, although it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She pulled Alcina back up to her feet and began walking up and down the length of the room herself, a habit Miranda often fell back into when she was contemplating something.
“You are aware by now that I have designs on finding the perfect vessel to resurrect Eva,” Miranda said without preamble. Her dove-colored eyes clouded over with pain as often occurred when she talked about her lost daughter. “And I do believe I have found the perfect one.”
Alcina couldn’t help but be surprised. “That is most fortuitous news indeed, Mother Miranda. Whom have you selected to be the vessel?”
Miranda turned around and beamed at Alcina. “You, of course!”
“Me?” Alcina tried and failed to hide the shock on her face. “Not that I’m not grateful, Mother Miranda, but I thought we had already discounted myself as a possible candidate due to my…” The Countess gestured vaguely at her large body. “Condition.”
Miranda chuckled as she made her way over to Alcina. “That is true, but I was thinking of another way.” The priestess reached out her gauntleted hands and pulled Alcina’s face down towards hers.
Alcina’s breath caught in her throat as Miranda’s face came ever closer. “I was thinking,” Miranda said, brushing a finger by Alcina’s cheekbone, making Alcina shiver pleasantly as the contact of cold metal met her alabaster skin. “We could create one together.”
“Create one together? But how-” Alcina’s question was soon answered as Miranda reached under Alcina’s dress and gently stroked her member. Alcina couldn’t suppress the soft gasp that escaped her carmine lips.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Miranda whispered as she began placing kisses all up and down Alcina’s neck. Alcina tried to stifle a contented sigh as the contact that she was so starved for, the touch that she needed and desired was finally being realized. “I’ve seen the hunger in your eyes, the way you want me. And I’d be lying if I said I haven’t imagined your body on mine. I figured this way we could suit each other’s needs: my need for a vessel, and your pathetic need for my love.”
Alcina’s golden eyes widened. Her feelings couldn’t be that transparent, could they? “Y-you’re mistaken, Mother Miranda,” she panted as she felt her cock stiffen under Mother Miranda’s ministrations. “I don’t-”
“Don’t lie to me,” Miranda hissed as she took firm hold of Alcia’s face, claws digging painfully into Alcina’s cheeks, drawing blood. Her expression softened as she saw fear and arousal war in Alcina’s aureate eyes. “You don’t need to hide it, dear,” Miranda said softly, stroking Alcina’s bleeding cheek with the pad of her thumb. “I can already feel how hard you are for me already.”
Alcina couldn’t take it any more. She took Miranda’s face in her hands and kissed her hard. Miranda kissed her back with just as much force as Alcina weaved her hands through Miranda’s flaxen hair, knocking off her habit that kept it hidden. Alcina scooped the priestess in her arms, kissing her all the while until they reached Alcina’s desk. Impatiently, Alcina swept a hand across the desk, clearing it of pens and ledgers so she could lay Miranda on top of it.
Miranda bit down on Alcina’s lip, eliciting a keening whining sound from Alcina’s throat. “So eager!” Miranda crooned. “How desperate you must be to be inside me.” She took her gauntleted hand and swept it across the front of Alcina’s dress, ripping it away until Alcina was just in her bustier and garters. Alcina moved to take off Miranda’s robes, but Miranda held out a hand to stop her. “I’d prefer to keep this on if you don’t mind, dear,” Miranda said, moving the skirt of her robes up to give Alcina access to her entrance. Miranda’s eyes were shining with triumph. It was clear who was in control here.
Alcina held out her member before her, and a smirk spread across her face. Clearly, Miranda was more aroused than she was letting on because Miranda’s cunt was positively dripping . She let her cock rest on Miranda’s bare stomach. “Are you quite sure you’ll be able to take all of me, Mother dearest?” Alcina purred.
Miranda rolled her eyes. “Of course I can. And please be quick about it. I-” Miranda wasn’t able to finish the sentence as Alcina pushed in Miranda’s walls with her cock until Miranda was well and truly full. Alcina braced her hands on either side of the desk and leaned her weight against it as she began thrusting inside the priestess in earnest.
Alcina smiled in satisfaction as low, abortive moans escaped the priestess’s throat. “How long can you keep up this bravado, I wonder?” Alcina mused aloud as Miranda wrapped her legs around Alcina’s waist, holding her close as Alcina pounded into her.
“It’s no act,” Miranda snapped, stifling a gasp as Alcina pulled out and slammed into her up to the hilt once more. “You are mistaken if you think this new arrangement changes anything between us.”
“Am I really mistaken?” Alcina asked as she nipped the tip of Miranda’s ear with her fangs. “As much as you try to hide it, I know how much you need this, too. You’re already so close, I can practically taste it.”
“And what about you?” Miranda sneered as she saw Alcina’s brow begin to drip with sweat from her exertions. “Still so desperate for something you know you can never have. You’re nothing but a tool for me to advance my research. And yet, despite knowing that, you have never wavered in your devotion to me. My precious toy. My greatest creation!”
Alcina’s legs clenched as she felt an orgasm begin to build in her lower abdomen. Miranda gave her a superior look. “So close already?” Miranda purred. “But I know you can do so much better than that, dear. Fuck me harder. Show your Mother your devotion!”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Alcina snarled as she ratcheted up her thrusting to a relentless degree. Miranda couldn’t help but cry out as she buried her claws in Alcina’s bare shoulders as Alcina filled her so completely with her cock. “Just you wait, Mother. I will fill every crevice of your walls with my seed and still have you begging for more.”
Alcina bent her dark head down and pressed kisses up and down Miranda’s neck in between thrusts. “Say what you want, but you’re mine,” Alcina murmured against her collarbone. “At this moment, you are all mine.”
Miranda’s eyes snapped open. “A-Alcina!” she choked out. “Please! Now!”
Aclina finally came inside Miranda, a pitiful whine rising from her ruby lips as her seed spilled out over Miranda's thighs, dripping onto the parquet floor. She leaned her head against the priestess, exhausted, and Miranda pressed her lips against Alcina’s forehead.
“Of course, this is only the first day of my ovulation period,” Miranda mused. “I will have to come here for the next couple days during its duration and every month thereafter until the baby starts to form. Do you understand?”
Alcina nodded her head against Miranda’s chest. “Yes, Mother.”
“Good girl.” Miranda took off her gauntlet and began to stroke Alcina’s raven hair. “And Alcina?”
“Yes, Mother?”
“You’ve always been my favorite.”
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Imagine reader having a bad day. She just rants and raves and doesn’t shut the hell up.
Karl is busy trying to work and reader is starting to get on his nerves because he can’t concentrate (while finding her rants low-key cute).
In a moment of madness + frustration, he pushes back his chair, storms over to her and kisses her. He’ll say he did it to shut you up but the really he’s been wanting to do that for a long time.
Need me a guy like this.
You had been ranting for who knows how long. Today, it felt like everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong. And, sadly, the only person who was available for you to vent to was Karl. Beloved Karl. It wasn't often he let you interrupt his work so you can talk, let alone complain about things he found rather silly. He felt bad for you due to the frustrated state you were in which is why he agreed in the first place. Now, he's barely gotten any work done as you both sat in his office space.
"And then, this lady at the village looked at me weird. She just kept staring and she scrunched her nose at me as if she was looking at something revolting!", you had been pacing back in forth during the whole rant. Karl was trying to draw out some blueprints, but seeing you pace around back and forth in the corner of his eye kept interrupting. It wasn't as distracting as your words though. You were so flustered and aggravated. While he was growing aggravated as well, he began to find your anger cute.
"And guess what? When I went to the Duke today, HE DIDN'T HAVE WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR! CAN YOU BEIEVE IT?", you threw your arms up in disbelief. "Nope.", he responds with a sigh as he made a tiny adjustment to his barely progressed work. "I was looking for some specific berries. Luckily, the book Donna gave me about the local wildlife said I could find them on bushes. I found the bushes, but there weren't any berries! They're out of season!", you continued to complain, not even checking to see if he was a actively listening. You just kept on until it was all finally of your chest.
"And after that, I tried to fix that chair with the broken leg in the bedroom, and I broke it more! How did I even do that!?', your pacing began to pick up speed. "No clue.", he says bluntly. The pencil he was holding in his hand was about to snap under the pressure he was gripping it with. His other hand was place on his head, propping it up as he rested his elbow on his desk with a growing pissed expression.
"And one of the lycans had a bad cut, so I tried to give it some bandages and the damn thing nearly bit my hand off! I thought you trained those things!", the image of you trying to help an injured lycan and failing drifted around in his head. It was almost as funny as it was distracting. He was fighting a smile that was creeping up on his face. While he found your efforts to help the creature cute, he was still frustrated that his time was seemingly being wasted.
He sat up straight and took a good hard look at the blueprint in front of him. The first picture was barely sketched out. It was covered in eraser shavings from the amount of times he messed up. And, upon further inspection, he could see where he was writing a description for something and accidentally began to write down things that you were saying as he struggled to multitask. The sight of this made his brow furrow and his jaw clench. All of his efforts for his work for the past unknown amount of time were useless.
"And Donna invited me to another tea party, but I can't deal with Angie. I mean I know Donna loves her, but that piece of plastic is fucking nuts and it makes me so uncomfortable.", you continued to rant about the doll. He didn't know if he wanted to correct you and tell you that she's porcelain and not plastic. All he knew is how much he missed the silence of his office now. Although, there was something about you running around in circles while wildly throwing your hands up in frustrated fits of rage that he found adorable.
Finally, he knew he had enough. He knew he had to do something if he wanted to finish his work. He sighed and put down the pencil he was using to draw out some blueprints. He looks over, preparing to tell you to shut up, but he couldn't help but get distracted. You were talking with your hands. And, you kept running your hands through your hair, making messier and messier as your pointless ranting went on and on.
He didn't even notice he was staring until you made eye contact with him and stopped. 'Are you listening to me?" "Yes.", he lies. And with that, your pacing continues as you spout more and more bullshit. His feelings confused him. You were keeping him from being productive and nothing you were upset about had any real long term meaning, but you just looked so cute when you're all riled up. His work laid on his desk, practically screaming to be finished.
"Oh right...", he turned back to his work in hopes to finish it. "And Alcina said I need to think more about what I wear because I care more about how comfortable my clothes are compared to how they look. Isn't that just bitchy?" "Mhm." The mentioning of her caused his eyes to roll. "Please just stop please just stop please just stop please just stop", repeated through his head as he wished for peace and quiet. He accidentally broke his pencil in his tense and clutched hands.
Finally, he had had enough. He threw the broken pencil pieces to the ground and stood up, shoving his chair to the side before marching over towards you. You didn't even notice until his fingers were tangled in your hair, turning your face towards his. He then pulls you into a kiss that lasts a couple of seconds. Enough for him to release some of his energy in a not so aggressive way while also getting you to be quiet for a bit.
You were speechless when he pulled away and he was thankful. "What was that for?', you ask as you smile and grab him by the coat sleeve, tugging on it. He pulls it out of your grasp, but not too aggressively. "Just wanted to shut you up for a goddamn second." "Oh yeah? Well what if I keep talking?" A mischievous smile spreads on your face as he looks back at you with a growing frustrated expression, but you could spot a small smile curling upwards from the corners of his mouth. "Nope.", he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you out the door. Once you're out the door, he puts you down. "Don't interrupt my works again. And, for the love of god, stop caring so much about what other people think. " You open your mouth to object to his decision on kicking you out, but he kisses you again. This time, you can feel him smile into it. He truly just wanted to kiss you again. "Now, leave me alone for a second. When I'm finished, you can tell me about all the other pointless bullshit from your day." And with that, he closes the door. While having you away is less distracting, he still can't help but think of you as he works, the taste of you still lingering on his lips. "Better get this done fast."
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May I ask for a blacksmith male reader and Lady Dimitrescu where she has to come to him to ask him to repair something from the castle and she's condescending and talks down to him until he tells her 'either treat me with respect or get the fuck out and find someone else.' The fact he stood up to her despite him not being of the Cadou like her makes her come back a few times to get to know him. Maybe a romance blooms from there. Thanks friend I love your work!
Broken Truth (Raises an eyebrow): Smart-Ass, huh? Alright, I can worth with that. Let the words weave together.
Broken Whispers: And before you ask - yes, that was a Mass Effect Reference.
[[Y/N] [L/N]'s Metal Works]
The sound of a hammer hitting steel echoed throughout the small blacksmith shop as the owner pounded away at the bent heated sword to get the curve out of the blade. This man was [Y/N] [L/N] - The Lord of Steel; while he did master in shaping all kinds of metal, that title of Lord of Metal belonged to Lord Karl Heisenberg of House Heisenberg - the sword he was actually working on was for the 4th Lord of the Village.
The sound of the bell at the front desk made the man stop his hammering and he was pleased to see the sword was now straight as it should have been. He rose to his feet and placed the heated blade in a tub of water before he grabbed a cloth, wiped his face and arms of the coal dust from his flesh, and walked from the backroom to greet his customer.
Imagine the surprise on his face when his [E/C] eyes locked with the golden eyes of the Dragoness of Castle Dimitrescu glaring down at him from the other side of his service counter. Compared to the blacksmith - who was tall in his own right as a human (7 feet, 4 inches) - the tall woman was still at least 2 heads over him. He cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Greetings - Welcome to Metal Works. What can I do for you today?" He asked.
"Metal Works? Such a basic name for a shop but at the same time, there's not much to be expected when a pathetic male is running it." Alcina said with a scoff on her face while the man just raised his eyebrow.
"Excuse me? Just who do you think you - coming into my shop with the nerve to insult me?" The man asked as he folded his muscular and scarred arms with a scoff of his own on his face.
"You fix your lip to talk back to me, You Stupid Man-Thing?! I am Alcina Dimitrescu - First Lord to Mother Miranda." Alcina said with a smirk on her face.
"I wouldn't give a Lycan's furry ass if you were Mother Miranda or Queen Elizabeth herself! You do not come into my shop - the one thing I've made without aid from anyone, spilling my blood and sweat into each stone and creation - to and disrespect me when you are in need of my services. You have 2 choices: Either show me the proper respect or get the hell out of my shop and ask someone else to deal with your problem!" The man yelled back at her - tired of her bullshit. Alcina looked at him for a moment before she handed him a broken shield that bore the Crest of House Dimitrescu.
"My daughters broke it during their roughhousing. This shield was the first relic of House Dimitrescu & I do not wish it to remain in halves." She said.
"Very well - I can have this fixed tomorrow morning." He said as he took the two pieces in his hands. "The total will be 1,000 Lei upon retrieval."
"Wait, only 1,000 Lei? Why so cheap?" Alcina asked.
"I get a lot of business a day so it would be horrible if I charged too much - it would make me feel like I'm ripping off the citizens of this village." [Y/N] said as he bowed to the tall woman, took the shield pieces & retreats to the back room, leaving the lady standing there for a while before she leaves.
When she did return the next morning to retrieve the shield - she noticed it looked far better than it did. He did more than putting the pieces back together. It was polished and painted - it was as if the shield had been restored.
"What is this?" Alcina asked as she looked at the new shield.
"A Grand Piece like this needed special treatment." He smiled as he handed her the shield. Alcina gave him the money and was about to leave with the shield when she heard the man curse, she turned to see him looking at an empty tea canister.
"Is something wrong?" She asked.
"I ran out of my tea. That was the last canister I had and the peddler who sells me the tea won't be back until the end of the month." The man said as he tossed the empty canister into the trash.
"Blacksmith..." Alcina called out causing the man to look at her, "I have a few varieties of tea - would you like to accompany me to Castle Dimitrescu?" She asked. The man looked at for a while before smiling and nodding his head with a bow as he began to close up shop and follow the tall woman to the grand castle that overshadowed his small shop.
That's how it all began - [Y/N] would be invited to Castle Dimitrescu whenever he had a free day or Alcina would go to the shop whenever she was bored or just wanted to see the Blacksmith; they visited each other so often that [Y/N] made Alcina her own chair to sit on so she wouldn't stand for so long & Alcina made a guest room for the mortal man.
When [Y/N] met the daughters - he showed no fear and smiled at them, regardless of the feral grins on their faces. When he learned of Alcina's need for blood, he offered himself as her donor and his blood was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted. The daughters loved it when the human came over - they would run to greet him when one of them saw him coming.
Soon enough - Alcina and the Human came more than friends, they were living in the same castle, sharing the same bed, and the human's last name was added to the great name of Dimitrescu.
[End]
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