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Believe it or not, I haven't watched anything related to the Severance yet. All I know about Lorne is that she's a badass who likes goats, so I'm afraid I don't have much to work with regarding canon events.😣
But if you can think of a specific scenario to request, I'll be happy to make something from that! (◍•ᴗ•◍)
Hello! I absolutely love your writing first of all and how you express emotions in your words without much effort. And I was super excited when your inbox opened! Hehe
May I request a fic where Mother Miranda found that reader is the perfect vessel, but the Dimitrescu family were against using her in the ceremony cause they're their little baby (figuratively)? MUEHEHEHE, some mild angst perhaps and nsfw if it fits..
Dk if you're gonna see this, but love ya babes
Hey there, hon! :) haha thank you, hon! I’m real happy to hear it :)🙌 Absolutely! XP keeping this as a long list of HCs🥳👀
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Only a short while after coming to the castle did their inhabitants take a certain...liking to you
You find them hovering around you, always
Bela, who keeps an eye on you and summons you to her office more often than she needs to, scrambling to find any reason to see you
Often, you find yourself bringing her meals and wine just as an excuse to see the blonde woman
Cassandra, who is never too far from you, watching you from the shadows and jumping out when she feels like it
On most days she gives you nothing short of a heart attack, jumping out at you and snarling, laughing and giggling almost innocently and gleefully when your hand shoots to your chest and you scream, backing away and usually nearly tripping over something until you notice it's her
She never harms you. None of them do
Ah, but she does love to scare
Scare, and fluster after, when she cups your cheeks in bloodied hands and leans in so close you could swear her lips nearly touch yours
She'll murmur something about how cute you appear when your heart picks up like that, a little mouse backing away and trying to scurry off in fear, then standing frozen in place once you realize it is her
On other days you can't even hope to make out what she's saying, your attention entirely pulled to her soft breath against your lips and her strong hands cupping your face
Often, you find yourself trying to move forwards, desperate for the kiss she keeps teasing you for
She always pulls back with a knowing smirk, continuing the game of cat and mouse she so dearly enjoys
Daniela, who spends nearly every day with you
Usually, this means sulking about or telling you about something as you work, her voice cheery most of the time
When in a particularly good or teasing mood, however, she too enjoys flustering you
This is normally when you work and suddenly feel her tall body press into your back, her large breasts pushing up against your shoulderblades
"Do I make you nervous, darling?"
Yes, each time, without fail
She relishes in the little gasps she pulls from you, the flushed cheeks and pacing heart, the little stutters in your breath and how you attempt to lean into her if she as little as cups your cheek or pats your arm
You're usually left frozen in place when she presses a kiss to your cheeks, so close it would have been a proper one had you only turned your head in time, and moves away again
And even the Lady of the house herself, Alcina, seems to have taking a liking to you, albeit not quite in the way her daughters have
You find yourself treated better the more you prove yourself worthy of the three women's affection, often going so far as to receive a warm meal still- something quite uncommon among the staff, or even a room entirely to yourself- something you're certain the three must have convinced their mother of granting you after especially Cassandra and Daniela scared off terrified maids trying to pay you a visit in the evenings
All in all, you feel happy at the castle. Home, even
Consider your state of helplessness when said home is threatened to be ripped from you
A single visit from Mother Miranda is all it took for her icy blue eyes to shift to you
A single slip up. You should have remained among the staff. Invisible in the crowd
Instead, you step forward first, listen the most, obey perfectly. A perfect example of a servant, certainly, even in the cult leader's eyes
At first, you thought she might merely take you for a week or so, as she had demanded. Nothing complicated or even out of the ordinary, considering the woman would occasionally "lend" a maid or two from the castle to clean up once in a while
And while terrified of the aspect of leaving for any given time, you were reassured: most servants find their way back to the castle. The priestess has no need for them, and shows no interest- distain, rather- in their company
And at the start you took comfort in knowing the woman did not want you to be near her any more than you wanted to be away from the castle. You were sure, even, you could return home soon
Only did it not go down that way
After two weeks, Alcina- mainly on behalf of her daughters- inquired about you
And finding out you were to be sacrificed, claimed to be the "perfect vessel"...
Immediately, there were protests, even from Alcina herself. Polite, certainly, but protests nonetheless
You could only cower behind the priestess, not daring to move without permission. You learned even in the short time of being in her proximity that she allows no move, no talk, no anything unless given explicit permission, even more controlling of what she deems is hers than Bela could be at times
"Unfit", Alcina had claimed. Surely, not you. Not the one servant she wished to keep. Surely, a common human could not be what the blonde has looked for in the past centuries. Certainly, there must be others
And with that, a time of countless sacrifices started
You were taken back to the castle after hours of negotiating, held first in Daniela's arms as you watched one maid after the other disappear
An exchange, one life for many others. Some would return, terrified, scarred, unfit as a vessel
Others would be sent off to never return, leading to numerous stories among the staff. Some would claim they were blessed with a gift. Others would suspect they were killed outright. A few would even suspect they managed to escape, whereas the next bunch would insist the Dimitrescus were the ones hunting them down and killing them in the end
In the time to come, you're moved to areas further into the castle, tucked away and hidden out of sight, as though it might erase any knowledge of your existance
Bela insists, it's for your own good
Cassandra claims, she's keeping you safe
Daniela promises, they can't reach you if they forget about you
Alcina hums, she cannot keep you safe should you be taken again. But she will hide you, hoping you are not discovered until the next "perfect vessel" comes around
For a long time you see no one but the three sisters keeping you company
You're moved almost to the basement, equipped with your own room, scrubbing the grounds and polishing Cassandra's weapons most of the time
You eat at night or in your room, not granted to see the other staff members
Soon, rumors spread
Some claim you were sent to the basement to die. Others wonder: have you escaped? A few insist they saw your silhouette in the dark corners of the cellar when passing the stairs downwards
In time, you're sure, they too will forget you
Anything to keep you safe, you tell yourself
You focus on your work, terrified of the day the priestess returns to claim you after more and more die, unfit for whatever she has planned with them
But you are hidden
Words of your death reach the staff, originating from rumors. Words, which soon reach the cult leader herself
She demands an explanation, and Alcina insists: she has not seen you in months, as though you had simply disappeared. Seeing as your only contact has been with Bela, Cassandra and Daniela, one might claim the countess is speaking the truth
And again, it takes a while, but you do adjust
You're still home. You're still with them
Bela is still here to check up on you ridiculously often, insisting she came to check this and that, retrieve this and that, only to linger, to lift your chin and smirk when your heart races again
Cassandra is still here, is always around, still jumping out at you
Daniela is still here, her arms around you, her lips to your cheek
(A/N: took a moment there, but we finally see how Alcina is like when she's mad, and a softer Bela.)
A loud roar startled you from your activities with Daniela. It resembled a voice of a dragon spewing fire from the pit of it's mouth, the shriek of battle from a cerberus, the menacing whistle of death. Though it lasted for only a few moments, it was enough for your cold blooded terror, the hair passing your skin stood on end as the air was suddenly unbearably cold.
Meanwhile, Daniela had locked eyes with you. "I'll see what this is about" Though with guilt in hers for needing to leave, she scurried off to see what had angered her mother so.
The other maids shared your fear as Ingrid called for assembly in the main hall. Keeping them in appropriate lines, head down, shaking hands clasped together, and mouth kept shut, lest you want to agitate the beast's flame.
"Whoever has done this mess, I suggest to confess now. Before all of us perish." Ingrid had turned to the staff, her usual critical face was passed with worried lines, a frown on her lips and brows furrowed, glaring into every one of the staff under her. Mihaela had whispered to Stefania in the corner, both bearing rattled looks. But any noise and disobedience to line like virgin sacrifices were shut down by Ingrid's commands.
No one had the opportunity to answer as the sound of regal stilettos rang loud across halls, the small click and clack enough to send the maids into a frenzy of who has the luxury of the furthest spot from the front.
The small murmurs of "move!" made you stiffen in your spot in the middle, getting pushed as well in their rushed movements. Daring to look up into the sea of ebony and ivory uniforms, your eyes landed on Luthier on the far side, opposite you. Standing out as the only man permitted in the castle.
Thoughts ran in your head about what could've caused this sudden uproar, and cluelessness transcended to over-thinking. The key? Perhaps Luthier has ratted you out. He seemed kind, but in reality, any human mind is capable of manipulation and betrayal. Then Elena's help? You only hoped it isn't anything relating to them.
Buzzing flies penetrated your focus. Standing tall at the top of the winding stairs were the three daughters, all trailing behind, resembling little ducklings to their mother. Bela had her hand defensively at front just in the slight, to hold off their mother of any more abrupt attacks. Cassandra and Daniela eyed each other in a silent conversation but wisely kept quiet.
The Lady in mention, was fuming, you could almost see smoke trailing out from her nose. Eyes glowing golden, and if viewed in the right angle, the backs of her normally pristine dress was starting to rip, the cause unknown to you.
Once heels stopped at the foot of the stairs, all the staff gave a mechanical bow and a quiet greeting. You had scrambled to follow their movements. The siblings stopped right beside their mother, Bela reaching out to place a calming hand on Alcina's forearm, which seemed to bring her down to earth a bit.
"It seems" Alcina started, "that some impertinent, insolent.." the lady trailed off, as if to stop herself from murmuring out more colorful curses. "-rodents, have dared insult House Dimitrescu. To imply that we are simply fools, no fit for such a quality as loyalty."
"Is this how one repays our kindness? With rebellion, and.. thievery?" Your throat bulged with your gulp, cold sweat now trickling down your forehead. This was going down a direction you want no part in.
"I have gotten wind of one of my assets stolen, right under my nose." A few breaths hitched and murmured ensued, Ingrid glancing at the pair of Mihaela and Stefania who were the ones usual to such actions, but both only shrugged discretely. Elena glanced at you from her line, while Luthier had an unreadable expression.
"What was stolen were.. most delicate files, regarding my daughters. And, as coincidental as it may be, the wretched thief has included the files of our newest recruit." Your heart sank when all eyes landed on your quivering form.
The overwhelming feeling crept up from deep in your guts. The hall seemed to expand, to stretch into your horizon. The distant rustle of a maid fiddling with her clothing strap akin to nails scratching, dragging down slowly and relentlessly against a chalkboard. The lady's hard, suspicious gaze appeared as a ticking time bomb right before you. You had half a mind to shovel a hole six feet under and lay there until the end of time.
The lady's yellow hues seeped straight into your purple ones. The eye contact appeared to be everlasting. She leaned ever so slightly forward, letting the swell of her breast peek out subtly. You caught Daniela's sympathetic eyes to the side of the matriarch.
"Tell me, mouse. Were you aware of such acts?"
You parted your mouth but no word came out, you hadn't realized how dry your throat was until now. Answering nervously, paired with a tremble in your voice that made her brow arch menacingly. "N-no, my lady. Not at all." She would not trust easily.
"If any one of you has reliable information to provide, it would save me the trouble from interrogating one at a time. And I assure you, if it comes to that.. it would not be a pleasing experience."
Cassandra snarled when not one of the help answered. Stepping forward, twirling the sickle in her palm in threat and barking her order.
"Speak!"
The flinch at each of the maids made you wince. "T-the documents were situated in your personal study, yes?" Stefania had finally spoken, yet hesitantly. "I.. I believe the last seen attending to that area were.. Mia and Carmilla, mistress. We others were left with unending tasks, they must've seized the perfect opportunity."
Mia's eyes shot up to Stefania in disbelief and betrayal, while you scoffed at the absurdity of this woman. "M-m'lady, believe me, our intentions were only to serv-"
"And! I caught a glimpse of Mia lingering on the shelves." Mihaela cut the girl off and spoke too quickly, spurting and spewing words out as if an exorcist's chant, and seeming to add more to her friend's imaginative story.
One of the other maids butted in, wanting this to be over and dealt with, albeit a cowardice manner. "Then it must've been she, who-"
"Silence!" Alcina snapped once more, head twitching as sharp claws elongated from her once painted nails, the sound resembling a blade unsheathed. Her hand lifted and cut clean right through one of the unfortunate antiques near, creating a clacking sound as porcelain hit the floor. All in the room startled.
"The Dimitrescu does not settle with hearsay" Alcina's second form had seeped through the formed cracks. The rips at her dress growing, and one saw how something had slightly protruded, skin-colored and akin to bat wings.
Some had the instinct to run as the lady began stomping through the rows of their arrangement if not for the devil spawn blocking all exits. Not that they'd make it far, should they even try it.
"Mother, I-if I may. I had caught the little mouse right after she finished cleaning, and I had not seen any files in hand." Daniela said, it was uncharacteristic for the girl to object to her mother, especially when it came to blood.
"Daughters" Alcina cut through with her agitated voice. Cassandra and Bela moved in tandem, transforming into their flies and reappearing right behind Mia and you. Struggling wasn't an option as they quickly restricted movements by the fists curling around wrists.
You gave Bela a small pleading look but the girl looked away with a hard expression. But the youngest seemed to take pity.
-~-
Alcina wasn't one to get her hands dirty, but whatever document she has lost today has tested her. Relentless questions were given to you, bordering on the almost non-existent safety bubble of privacy.
Namely, regarding your location before the study, after. The search of your personal belongings and those others as well. The matriarch had almost snapped you in half when Helena confessed to witnessing Daniela eat a muffin. Who explained that the sisters cannot digest human food well, their fly bodies having difficult melting down denser foods that was not meat.
Alas, proof was neither here or there. But something had to suffer for the lady's sour mood.
Surprise was evident on your face again when Bela offered to take your punishment in her hands when Alcina sent both you and MIa to the cellars. Though reluctant and not seeing reason and purpose, Alcina astonishingly agreed when her heir insisted.
Sharp eyes steered to Mia, already being eyed by Cassandra like candy to child. You couldn't help but worry for the girl, unfortunate that no one else had offered help.
No one had objected when all were finally dismissed, scurrying off to tend to their own stations. Shaking off the fear and nerves. Though you had heard murmurs of a few more maids missing that night, and the busy noises down at the cellars.
-~-
"Mother always make a point to remind us of her strength from time to time"
Bela had said from where she stood pouring herself a drink and offering one to you. You eyed the red liquid suspiciously and shook your head as a safer option, and it made the eldest chuckle.
You found yourself in the girl's grand chambers after she thankfully dragged you away from the wrath of Alcina. Still shivering and simmering at the thought of the interaction, you huddled further into the velvet colored couch, grabbing at the nearest pillow and pressing it to your chest.
"Why me?" Bela let out a small hum at your question, approaching calmly, and sitting an arms length away from you to provide space. "What about Mia? She has done none wrong as well."
"I cannot provide safety for every threatened maid, draga" She took a sip of her wine, which she assured you was not blood infused, and one of the successful blends she has helped her mother create for the winery.
You managed to look into golden eyes, yours shaken but the nickname made the tips of your ears flush despite yourself. "But.. why save me at all?"
Bela sighed in thought, truly she pondered why as well. She wanted to act irrationally, to shut down your question and lash out at your supposed ungratefulness.
"It is not a decision I have fully thought of, I suppose it was.. impulsive" She continued to look off into the flames of her fireplace, downing the rest of her drink. Only to find your hand landing on her forearm, she turned her eyes back to you, now daring and no longer hiding behind the pillow.
"Thank you, truly. I do not know what the lady would have done to me in the cellars, I can only hope Mia isn't punished without proof."
Bela found herself smiling as her free hand landed on top of yours, she smirked while putting her glass down and leaning back against the couch. "Mother might be ruthless, but she is not unjust. And who is so sure that she is the one to punish Mia? If I were to guess, Cassandra would be more than happy to offer herself on that role."
You chuckled with her and scooted closer to the other girl. It was due to the cold, you reasoned, and not the sudden warmth you felt on your body when she did the same. You both sat in comfortable silence, letting the heat of the fire envelop your bodies.
"May I.. consider you a friend?"
The words came randomly and you almost berated yourself when the girl tensed up, her breath hitched from underneath you and your eyes quickly swiveled away, wanting not to experience the awkwardness that came after. One would be a fool to trust easily in Castle Dimitrescu. But you had truly thought your relationship with the sisters were more established than others, perhaps it had been an illusion?
You heard Bela let out another hum of curiosity, squirming when you found a firm hand land under your jaw, tilting your head towards hers again. What you found were the dilated pupils of her eyes, you can almost drown in their depths, gladly you would do so. They seem to be calculating, evaluating the sincereness of your words. No one had dared befriend the daughters of the matriarch before, and the ones that did usually had intentions for naught.
Eventually, she spoke. The voice a low rumble in her throat, something feral. "Why only the role of a friend, when we can be something beyond?"
Her eyes slipped down to your lips, now caged by your upper teeth from biting down. Bela had to stifle a growl at the bubbling blood resulting from it.
But alas, one could only have so much control. She surged forward until your faces were inches from one another, with thread-like patience she searched for permission in your hazed eyes. When she didn't find any objections, she continued and pressed her lips to yours.
The sensation was akin to the exploding flavor bursting inside your tongue, her movements were tender, slow and testing. She lapped at the blood, moaning in satisfaction at the taste of your blood, she sucked in your bottom lip in hers and kept eye contact. It was better than the damned wet dream you couldn't pry out of your head.
Eventually, the eye contact was too much and you closed your eyes just as the kiss progressed to something rougher. You leaned in for more, her tongue seeking, demanding entrance in your mouth and dominating your own. Her hands traveled from your arms up to your neck, a thumb pressing against your rushing pulse where she'd like to take a bite. In due time.
A gasp tore through your throat as she pushed you down the couch, both breathing heavily, until she nuzzled just beneath your jaw and your arms wound around her neck.
"Tell me you want this" Bela whispered against your ear, taking a small nibble at your earlobe. She might be considered a monster by few others, but she relished and took great care of ensuring that she had permission when it came to activities like this. "Tell me I'm allowed to fuck your brains out, little mouse"
You whined, the sound muffled against her shoulder, fingers gripping the fabric of her dark dress. You nodded quickly.
"Words, draga."
"P-please Bela, I want this. I want all of you."
Instantly, an arm wrapped under the higher part of your back, another under your knees as you found yourself lifted and carried to the bed. You yelped as she threw you unceremoniously on her bed. Smirking in satisfaction at the sight of you sprawled out and entirely hers on her bed. The sun had set in the time her mother took interrogating the maids, now the moonlight bounced from the gold accents of her bedroom to the defined features of your face.
No, halt. She musn't think that far yet, would you even consider the notion of being hers?
She climbed on the bed and scaled your body. Her hands placed beside your head and caging you in, a moment passed and she kissed you again. Hands now fumbling with your apron and the uniform you wore today. You were amused at the sound of utter impatience she made, gasping as she tore the fabric down and discarded the clothing to the floor. Leaving your torso bare. Your injuries had healed many moons ago but there were still some traces of Daniela's ferocity.
"Bela.." You moaned when she latched onto one of your nipples, the bud had hardened from anticipation and the cold air, turning into pebbled pink peaks. You threw your head back against the pillows as her tongue rolled around it, alternating from one to the other for equal attention.
Meanwhile, your hands found purchase of trying to tug down Bela's dress, you could not break the fabric as she did though and all you got was a smirk. She easily took off her long dress and threw it aside to add to the pile of clothing. Only left with crimson red undergarments which made you savor the vision a bit more.
Bela had an undeniable toned body, muscle lining down her abdomen, her biceps bulging from your point of view, and her breasts, though a bit more flat-chested than yours and harder with muscle, you couldn't resist but to reach up and squeeze. Which earned you another hum.
"Eyes up here, little mouse"
You grinned, a bit more bolder and she returned the notion. Her teeth left small nips and marks on your body, snarling at the faint mark of the bite on your neck, kissing at it. Tongue trailing down the valley of your breasts to your stomach, smiling against the small bump of it and turning her head up from between your legs.
"W-wait.." You suddenly said, which left Bela to halt immediately in concern. Wondering if she had caused harm or discomfort, she pulled back slightly. Analyzing and confused on why you wanted to stop.
"It's just, I.. I've never done this before" Bela was stunned, but a laugh broke out of her, not mocking, but a sign of relief.
"You are utterly endearing, my little mouse. Are you aware?" She reached out and caressed the side of your face as comfort. You were confused, but the nerves inside you slowly died down, replaced with the arousal pooling between your legs.
"Do not worry, I will not continue if you are not comfortable. But just know that with that knowledge, I plan to make this first experience.. mind blowing." Bela smirked against the skin of your thigh and you felt your cheeks burning red. Now it was apparent why your blood tasted so deliciosu. She wanted to show you the wonder of sapphic pleasure, to make this the first and most memorable break in, so that you should not seek pleasure from another but hers.
"N-No, I wish to continue, truly. I am only.. nervous" Bela kissed the furrow between your brows, easing you before she returned to her former position.
Turning her attention to your mound, she smirked at the sopping wetness all for her. She couldn't wait to sample such a delicacy.
"Then take it."
Bela delved in, tongue darting out and taking a tentative lick to part your folds. It resulted in satisfied moans from both sides. Your hands crumbled the sheets between your hands as she continued immediately, leaving you breathless.
Her tongue dragged teasing circles around your clit, never landing on the sensitive nerves purposely, then traveled down to your entrance, dipping the tip but not entering yet. You choked a gasp as her hand reached up to pinch your nipple and her mouth finally wrapped around your bundle of nerves, slurping and sucking it into the warmth of her mouth. Your eyes locked with her, although yours blurry with pleasure.
She made a warning noise when you bucked up into her mouth, hands going to your hips to halt any more jerks. It wasn't when her tongue slipped into your entrance that you cried out. Hand carding through her hair and pressing her against your skin. Her fingers circled your clit as her tongue dragged through your walls, earning herself more small bursts of your liquid arousal.
Bela hummed in satisfaction as your walls clamped down on her curled tongue, your legs already shaking as you sensed the oncoming climax. But she halted immediately, sitting up between your legs and hearing the whine in your voice.
You parted your mouth to protest, but all thought was cut off by a sudden finger penetrating your entrance. "Bela!" You cried out, walls fluttering and taking a second to adjust.
"Shh.. you do not want to alert any lingering maids outside do you, draga?" Bela had whispered, now leaning down to nuzzle your neck as she inserted another finger, starting with slow movements, in a come hither motion. She felt the tightness of your virgin channel, groaning at the feeling of your hymen stopping her fingers from fully bottoming out.
She grunted in frustration, rubbing the thin blockage before you felt teeth nipping down your breasts, and surely enough there was blood bubbling. Teeth were bared as she licked the crimson droplets off, her iris filled with the blacks of her pupils. "Mother said you'd be stale, but I think you're delicious.."
Then Bela left more kisses and marks down, taking your wrist with a silent plea. You eyed her confusedly, lightheaded. But you nodded, and fangs elongated as she leaned in. Nosed your wrist and took in the scent of the liquid beneath, she growled as her mouth parted and latched onto your wrist, the breaking of skin was expected but still painful. Eventually, the pain subsided and made way for your thoughts to slowly fly away, leaving in the trance completely as you watched Bela utterly caught in tasting your blood.
With threadlike control, Bela finally pulled away and licked the left over liquid at the corners of her lips with a feral grin.
"Are you ready, draga?" Bela said with utmost sincerety, you were now more lightheaded than ever, taking a second to process her question. This was the day you were to become a woman, your cherry about to be popped by your captor, no less. Finally. No, was that the right word to say right now? The girl is a hot, man-hating, vampire-like creature who is isolated in a dark castle. If she wasn't an immediate smash, you don't know what was.
Despite all rushing thoughts, you nodded, and she gave you a small glare for the lack of words. You gulped nervously, one hand landing on hers, fingers lacing together.
"Yes."
You were stunned when Bela's blowflies appeared out of nowhere. None touched you but the thought of them still made your skin crawl. The flies crowded her pelvis, taking into shape into something of an.. appendage? Eventually, the flies solidified and created new skin on Bela, forming a staggering cock between her legs.
"What the hell?!" Bela chuckled at your reaction and shushed you again, she had intended for the newly formed girth to be so.. abundant in length. Seeing the pure shock and subtle horror on your face made it all satisfyingly complete.
Time ran slowly, pain ringing in your ears, yet overthrown by comforting words and sweet nothings whispered against it by Bela. Reassuring you that it will be fine, she would take care of you.
Bela gently rubbed the length of her cock up and down your slit, causing a groan from both, sh needed to ensure that you were properly prepped. And your drooling labia was a dead giveaway. It seems you're in for a world of tease until she deemed you ready.
You kept your eyes locked on her face, the other girl was in utter and complete focus, as if terrified any wrong movement would bring you away. You had not wanted to appear so fragile in her perspective, and was about to protest. Only to be cut off by a sharp slap of her tip against your clit, the reaccuring smacks made you jerk and squirm, she found it amusing. But the wait was killing you, it seemed like she was edging you from the moment you lent her your coat that cold time.
"Bela! I swear if you dont star-" The head of her cock penetrated you smoothly, creating for a choked sound of out you. Bela looked at you straight in the eyes and held your wrists down beside your head. Her movements were jerky, but calculated.
Another sharp thrust made way for a scream that was cut off by her mouth on yours, she had stilled instantly and was determined to make you distracted with her mouth. Feeling, or rather scenting the blood that had come from the tearing of your hymen. A woman, you now were.
She kept as still as possible inside you, feeling every twitch and clench of your walls around her. It wasn't when you started whining and clawing at her back that she started to slowly rock her hips back and forth. It was painful, your walls were sensitive, and you had half a mind to escape her pin and squirm away.
But Bela insisted, angling her hips in search of something, while now holding your hand for comfort. It must be here somewhere- A cry tore from your throat. Ah, there it was. Your g-spot was quickly put the center of focus as she targetted it, the tip hitting it relentlessly, though gentle for now. Yet the pain disappeared rather quickly, and made way for the tingling sensation.
Bela held a smirk as she nuzzled the space between your shoulder and neck, she started to speed up slightly. The sounds of slapping echoed in the room, your muffled moans against her skin, and the small nips she made on your neck.
You felt an unfamilliar coil building low. Something that begged to be eased, desperately. Legs wrapped around Bela's waist as you sensed the now uncoordinated way the other woman slipped into you. In, out. Fully bottoming now, and if you weren't so lightheaded from earlier's blood donation, you would be screaming at how she was jackhammering inside you. Akin to a pace of a woodpecker swinging it's head, well perhaps that was an exaggeration.
Nails scraped, dragged down the expanse of her back and created thin red angry lines. Your eyes were etary and whines sounded from your throat as a plead, becoming desperate to aid that tight coil.
"Come for me, little mouse."
Stars bursted from behind your eyes, a breathless gasp tore from your throat. You had a moment to arch your back and throw your head against the pillow before Bela completely clung to your body. Skin to skin completely. Her pace was at it's fastest, and the only thing you processed was the sudden burst of liquid inside you. Both your own and hers, hot cum mixing and painting your walls.
She fell on top of you. Both out of breath and basking in the glow of the post coital bliss. Of course, she held your hand and kissed around your face, ensuring you she wouldn't dare leave your side.
-~-
Throughout the night, Bela took great care of cleaning you up, despite not providing her any help and clinging like putty to her body. You're lucky she found you endearing, was what she said.
You've heard of partners, specifically the men leaving right after interactions like these, with no loving attention afterward to support their lovers. It wasn't as though you were surprised that Bela had this side to her, you would guess that Alcina taught them to always and always look out for their loved ones.
Warm, the room was warm despite the early winter air. Bela had just carried you out of the warm bath, all clean and devoid of earlier juices, now standing across a mirror with you perched on her lap, though more aware of your surroundings.
"Such punishment you inflicted on me."
"Oh? Perhaps you aren't satisfied yet. Then another round is in order~"
"Bela, I already cannot even walk straight!"
A soft giggle emerged from your lips as she wrapped her arms around your waist and pecked the corner of your lips, smudging it with her crimson lipstick which she had reapplied earlier. Combing your wet hair silently, yet it was soothing, cozy, lovely even. Love? No, it would be irrational to even think of such a word after one moment of intimacy, you had to remember their reputation, they killed humans like you for the Black God's sake!
Bela took a small glance at your almost bare back, unnatural veins trailed from your spine up to your neck, you had flinched when her hand gently traced the protrusions. Something about them looked familiar.
"I am told.. they are a reaction to experiments done to me when I was an infant. Something along the lines of.. micellar.. mutated.. uh. Mutated mycete?" You gently tugged your hair to one shoulder to reveal your back more, vulnerable but wanting to share it with her. But Bela was stunned, mutamycete? That was some information she had to know. Were you truly kin?
"Who experiments on children? Give me a name and I shall remove the worthless head hanging on their shoulders" Bela suddenly had a cold expression, ready to unleash her wrath, though you only shook your head and flicked her forehead for her threats to a person you hardly recognized.
"Calm, little fly. Otherwise an innocent swatter might land upon you.."
Though only clad in bandages for your chest from her bites earlier, as well as some along your wrist, you felt enveloped with her presence. The small wounds were still fresh, and some bled just from Bela's handling, it was apparent she didnt truly know how to aid to human injuries. Having been usually the one to inflict them, with no after-care whatsoever.
But right now, Bela felt she can perhaps favor you more than others. After all, no one can make her cadou-reformed and infested heart beat like you effortlessly do.
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"What's the matter, little one? You were so good for me before.."
Your breath hitched when Bela's fingers dragged slow, tentative circles right against your clothed bundle of nerves, a pleased smirk emerging from her dark painted lips. Which pressed against the bareness of your neck, pressing you against the wall.
"Getting Daniela's favor so quickly.. hm? Even I, have not accomplished such a feat in her younger days.."
Replying was useless as your hands reached out to curl around her arms, to attempt to halt her devilish movements when her unstopping hand unlaced your apron, and grew impatient quickly. Tearing open your dress right at the center with a low growl, your eyes widened at her strength. And her eyes widened with the sight of your body.
"Perhaps the empath you are influenced her fondness of you, hm..?" Her words weren't foreign to you, the term "Empath" leaving an unfamiliar, bitter taste at the end of your panting tongue. But how could she know that?
"We're in public, Bela, anyone could walk in!" You said in alarm, cut off by a moan when her pelvis grinded against yours, letting you feel the.. hardness beneath, it was impossible not to arch against her touch.
Bela leaned forward until your breaths mingled, bursting colors of your irises locked together, your lips ghosting over each other. She dragged her tongue to your earlobe, whispering.
"Then better keep quiet, lest you want an audience" A hand slipped in your knickers.
Any protests were cut off by a pleased cry when her fingers entered you abruptly and relentlessly. The room was filled with the deliciously sopping wet sound of squelching and-
"Oh little mouse~! Come clean my room"
You jolted upright, shaking off your thoughts.
What a strange dream... and, oh! What strange wet panties those were in the laundry. You thought you were past the stage of wet dreams. And why out of anyone else, did it have to be that cold, snarky, intellectual, witty, pretty.. wait no stop. The burning sensations on your cheeks looked permanent. Bela should be the last Dimitrescu on your mind, being the most distant and closed off.
"Miss Daniela, I just cleaned this" You glared at the books clattered on the floor of her carpeted chambers, a hint of blood staining the edge of her bedsheets, and her collections of weapons displayed on the wall fared no better. The girl was a menace in a way you wouldn't have described the first time you met her.
After the heart to heart, (can you even call it that?) Daniela had asked for you often for whatever excuse the girl can come up with, but it's not like you had any choice. It wasn't annoying per se, she kept herself entertained with you, but not in a sadistic way you would've thought.
The girl asked for information outside of the castle, having never been outside since last summer, and you can't forget how in the library, she asked for you to read one of her favorite books before she fell asleep. Mouth ajar in small snores, and head hanging on your lap, you felt warm.
Cassandra on the other hand seem to come with the idea that you weren't such a terrible rat after all. She has asked you more than once to accompany her in the cellars, and you thought you we're bound to be bled dry. But the middle child showed you the process of bleeding the man-things dry, and how they were converted to the finest of wines.
You had to hold the bile coming up your throat at her explanation, like you were just supposed to think this was all normal, but the way she looked at you with a hint of enthusiasm beneath her sharp eyes made you a bit more on ease. She seemed to be passionate in the art, and you had to remember that they needed blood to survive.
Food chain or whatever that shit was.
However, Bela was the one hard egg to crack, not that you were intentionally trying to get their favor. All of this was unexpected and unintentional. You noticed that the girl spent most of her time in the study, or at the garden when it wasn't too cold outside. Daniela had explained that Bela was usually moody all winter long as she couldn't tend to her plants due to her mother forbiding her to.
It's not when Ingrid had sent you outside again, a spider in a cup and begudgringly trotting through the stone path. The little guy (as big as your hand) had freaked the other maids upon seeing it, including Ingrid, and had barked at you to get rid of it, so here you were bringing it to the garden for safety and away from the big bad meanies.
"Such big cowards" you'd murmur as you crouched down and placed the spider back onto the ground. A frown etched onto your face as you noticed the clouds forming in what seemed to be another snowy day.
Not until you turned your head and locked eyes with Bela who was shivering wearing a ruggedy excuse of a coat, gloves dirtied and knelt in front of a plant. There was surprise in her eyes and confusion in yours, why was she outside? And of course, she had immediately threatened you if you told the lady about her escapade especially during such a chilly day. All you did was lend her your much thicker coat with the excuse of "Yours was out of fashion" and ran back towards Luthier's shed before you can feel her murderous glare on you.
Though the thoughts of the demonspawn (you ought to stop calling them that) set aside when you were cleaning in a room with a large built in bath as a center piece. It was drained, though the red stain inside the bath gave you a hint of the liquid that once filled it, and this was sadly a punishment after the jacket incident with Bela.
The room wasn't far away from Alcina's study, and you can still hear the old timey jazz songs circling on her vinyl, and her taste in music is older than your very being, but there was a song that caught your interest. A woman singing, her voice deep and smooth as a seductress, the singer had whispered the name of her band near the end, something something pall boys, you heard. It ticked the right nerves in you to start hyper-focusing on your work.
It was the sound of Alcina's enraged voice that pulled your mind away, stilling and tilting your head towards the direction of her voice, still in her study.
"I thought I asked you to deal with this, you stupid man-thing. Had you informed me of her failed experiment and supposed impending arrival sooner, then I could've alerted the villagers-" You could almost hear her hand gripping her telephone hard, on the verge of crushing it in her hand, her jaw clenching in strain to not release her anger fully.
"No. You do not get to barge in at any time you please, Heisenberg!"
That was all you heard before the line ended. There was a pause in time, the silence deadly. Before she rose and let out a growl, picking up something large near her and throwing it across the room, from the way glass shattered, a vanity is your best guess. "To hell with these rampages, that experiment will be the last."
-~-
Sofia, albeit reluctant was the one the maids pushed to inform Alcina of Heisenberg's arrival a few minutes later. The lady had pushed through the girl, ducking down through the doorway muttering colorful curses in romanian as she managed to still be graceful upon climbing down her stairs, through the courtyard and into the main hall. And there he was.
The way Karl sat on one of her couches, manspreading, arms crossed, toothpick between his teeth and a shit eating grin, which just effortlessly pissed Alcina off further. She looked up to the ceiling, breathing heavily and convincing herself that her little brother's blood would probably taste like the mutts of lycans he keeps if she ever were to indulge. She pushed all devilish thoughts down and sat on a large chair reserved only for herself, the farthest away from his ruggedy ass.
"Why the long face, Cuntess? Oh I forgot you were naturally a super-sized bitch" He laughed at his own words, full and mocking, but not with hate.
"If you've come here to dawdle and waste my time, I shall find no problems in having Cassandra split you open, child." Alcina gripped the arms of her chair tightly, yet used to all of his mockery.
"Oh little Cassie? She'll find me too hairy to bleed" Karl leaned back, lighting a cigar in his hand and taking a long inhale.
"Enough of your theatrics." She snapped "About.. Mother Miranda, what exactly had enraged her?" Alcina started, getting herself comfortable in her chair, the least she could do in her own house.
"Oh this and that, blah blah blah. She had taken on another experiment, a young girl, Winters.. was it? And it had failed when she thought the girl would be the perfect vessel, turns out, it was all for shit." He shook his head and blew out smoke, the circular sunglasses of his tipping down slightly.
"And that was what enraged her?" Alcina scoffed, finding all this ridiculous
"Yes, I thought you would've known this by now. Being your mommy's favorite and all. But her tantrum has gone too far. Any more villagers killed and we'll all be suffering. No blood for you, and no shipments for my bots."
"And what do you suppose is the solution?" Alcina had raised a brow, getting a hint of where this was going.
"We stop the bitch of course, what else? Tell her that unleashing lycans on them will make her favorite little girl very sad and thirsty" He pouted mockingly and swiped a finger down his cheek, imitating a tear falling down.
"We? There is no we, nor will there ever be." Alcina stood, defiance burning through her despite the knowledge that this indeed needed a larger effort.
"Don't be stubborn. Do you suppose you can take her on alone?" Karl snapped, leaning forward in his seat, his voice turning into a low growl.
The tension was thick in the room. From your view just peeking from inside the kitchen, you think they resemble a white tiger and a direwolf ready to pounce at each other and it made you all the more hesitant to disrupt that. It wasn't when Ingrid had whispered they wont bite, and literally pushed you through the door, the clanking of the tea set in your hand made your presence known. You looked back at Ingrid but the door was already closed at your face, so onwards you went.
You set the tray down on a table near, Ingrid proposed that Karl always had Alcina teetering on revealing her claws or her final form (whatever that was), and some tea ought to calm her down. You hands were borderline on shaky as you served them, both eyes heavy on you, and it made you more frustrated that Karl wouldn't tell his preference for his tea, if he even had one.
"It isn't time for tea yet, mouse" Alcina spoke first, her expression turning into that familiar amused smirk, but annoyance still lingering inside her.
Karl had furrowed his brows, almost leaning forward to check on something on your back, then shook his head as if thinking "impossible".
"Miss Ingrid had told me to, my lady. Said she'll scold you if you went rouge on Lord Heisenberg again" You managed, looking up at her eye-to-eye which she seemed to appreciate. Your words had resulted in a heart laugh from her, chest shaking with every velvety "ha" from her red lips, you weren't sure if you should laugh as well or cry.
"A new pet, sister?"
Karl had stood up himself, two steps and he was in your space, cupping your face and tilting it up to face him, as if checking for irregularities. "I'd keep this one hidden if I were you" he whispered as Alcina's jaw clenched and your body trembled in his grip, her earlier rage returning. She wasn't fond of anyone touching what was hers.
"Do not fret, my little mouse. Heisenberg was just about to lea-"
Before Alcina could finish, the sound of buzzing caught their ears and she groaned so quietly. The swarm humanized right in front of Karl, tugging him up and now covered by smiling girls. "Uncle Karl!" the three said in unison, Daniela clinging to him as he pat their heads, his expression softening.
The girls each had their own thing to show their uncle. Bela her new discoveries on venus fly traps, Cassandra on her latest catch, and Daniela her painting of a unicorn which really was just a normal horse with narwhal horns and chicken wings.
Bela caught the way Karl looked back at you, his expressions unreadable yet uncertain, as if you truly were an alien creature to him. She tugged at his arm and waved you off. "Don't worry Unc, she won't bring you trouble" Before he can examine further, he was dragged towards the girls' own wing, each tugging him in different directions.
Again, stunned in your place and still holding a damned sugar cube as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded, Alcina had put a finger under your chin, tilting your head towards hers instead, forcing your eyes to lock and to see her serious expression. What's with people today?
"As much as I enjoy your company, little one. Whatever you do, do not show your face to Mother Miranda" She spat, specifically at you, yet still with the means to mention the entirety of her staff. "Tell the others they have the day off tomorrow, yet double work will ensure the day after"
You managed a simple nod before you pulled yourself away from her hands, scrambling to relay the information to the others. You hadn't met this Miranda before, you don't think. But you think you've seen her portrait in the office of Mother Isabella, displayed and to be worshipped.
Fear ran through your veins as you walked back towards the dormitories for a break, this was getting serious, any more interactions with the cadou connected people and you'll be just involved as them.
You've heard about Miranda choosing random maids at Castle Dimitrescu from time to time, never to be heard of or seen again, and what if she had chosen you? Why is she so angered? What is happening? Where the hell is the cinnamon roll you placed in the fridge last night?
But what you do know is that questions and curiosity only lead to danger. With your eyes snapping up, you turned towards Elena's empty bed where there was a piece of paper sticking out from her nightstand. You'll have to escape. Now.
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So at night you waited. Figured this was the time where they get their beauty sleep, and considering the snow outside, the daughters won't be able to catch you once you're outside. Though thinking about your interactions with them did make your heart ache just so subtly.
You've already been in this crammed in this hole for too long that you had no struggles walking the halls. Elena had given you what was asked, she had drawn on papers of tissues to make a map, but most importantly, the dungeons. And in return you gave her some of the pastries you baked with the old head maid, and a farewell note to her bed.
You had been preparing for a while, your past days as a slippery thief with Miller was coming back to play. A switchblade, makeshift lockpick, and some more food for your travels were packed in your bag, which was mostly a cloth bunched up and hanging off your back, but it does the job.
Catiously, while everyone else was dead asleep, you tiptoed out of the room and hadn't noticed how Elena had opened her eyes for a moment on her bed. Walking down the hall and towards the dining room, you crouched behind the table as you heard voices. Who the hell was still awake? You thought the schedules written were to be followed.
"That.. girl is meddling too much, she speaks the language but isn't a local"
Mihaela had said, you brushed it off as you managed to sneak past them, their words made something enraged inside you. None of this was your choice. "Overgrown bitches.." you'd whisper and quickly scramble away when Stefania subtly turned her head towards your direction, yet only brushing it off.
Considering the time, main doors were locked and you had to go through your idiot plan. You went down the dungeons.
It was cold, the cobblestone walls were a stark contrast to the divine ones upstairs. And the stench was vile that you had to cover your mouth and nose to not inhale and barf at the same time. Groaning was what you heard, whatever it was, was only begging for the mercy of death. "This place reeks of rats.."
Ignoring it all, you surprisingly found a clear path, almost cleaned. But you quickly went to the hole circled on your map, crawling down, the dirt abrased your knees and forearms, a rat skittering away which made you flinch. You made your way to a much more pleasant room. Barrels filled the shelves and the smell of wine ever so present.
The wine room was warm, yet the blood leaking out of one barrel was clue enough they weren't so innocent. The lady's vinyl of her jazz playlist was still lying there unmoving, you wish you can hear it one last time. But you were more desperate to leave this wretched place once and for all.
Another hole you saw and crawled, you only made a sigh of relief as the rotting smell disappeared and made way for the cold winter air. You saw the earth covered in white from the castle's gardens. Immediately, you stood up and brushed the dirt off your pants.
Yet your lingering joy was cut off when you finally look up.
The lady was there, sat inside a lit gazebo and having her wine as if it was the most casual interaction, she took a sip before turning to face you at last, satisfied at the fear you bore. "Bravo, I must say. No other has made it this far."
Too fast, you reflexively turned to run, anywhere but here. But she had moved like a shadow. You heard the sharp sound of her claws elongating, and before you took another step you were lifted up. Choking the air out of you, now with the intent to kill.
"No, let me go you- vampire!" You screamed into the dead of night as you struggled as much as you could.
"Oh, I am much more than a vampire" Her laugh echoed throughout the palace as her grip tightened, the veins in your body appearing as your own nails clawed against her gloved hands, "please-"
Before you stilled, slowly, breath hitching and slowly coming to a halt as your arms hung motionless beside you.
For a moment, she also stopped, wondering if she had truly gone too far and underestimated her own strength. If she had taken this game of hers too seriously for a girl just her daughters age. Her golden eyes flickered and her thrill came to a quiet gasp. Something inside her stirred, the cadou which screamed at her so insistently that this action just wasn't right.
"Mouse..?" She blinked, no response. Only the howling of winds and Alcina's inner conscience.
When she dropped you like a ragdoll, that's the moment you finally took a sharp intake of breath, as you'd been holding it for a while. Getting up as quickly as Alcina was still left stunned and bolting towards the back gate. You had stumbled and swayed, still struggling to get the appropriate amount of oxygen inside. It was a little trick you learned back at the orphanage when punished by Mother Isabella. Sometimes playing dead isn't so bad, and you had a small smile on your slightly purple-ish face. Proud you can still pull that off.
Unseen behind you, the lady's eyes sparked and swirled golden, glowing in the night as a sinister cackle emerged from her, almost like she had just allowed some long hidden ferocity to peek out. "Bold little one"
"Running will get you nowhere!"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You scrambled inside your bag quickly in search, almost dropping a lockpick as you approached the back gate where Luthier had labeled the key now in your hands. You dared a look back, did the lady acquire a crack on her face or were you growing crazy? Perhaps both.
The fencegate which was rusty and as old as time rattled every time you pushed it, struggling to put the damned key in the hole, as you kept glancing back to see the lady getting closer and closer, just a breath away. It finally gave way and you pushed through with much strength.
Alcina's heavy footsteps seemed to fade away as you ran with might and determination. This was it you thought, and a breath came out you didnt know you were holding. But you weren't entirely in the clear yet. Somehow, the lady didn't bother to come after you, she probably didn't want to dirty her dress chasing some rat.
This was suspicious. Too easy, there must be some kind of trick up her pristine sleeves. Were there moroaicas waiting for you in the forest? Bear traps at your feet? One of the daughters wrapped in thick bomber jackets hunting you? Yet you hope the girls would be fine without you, not that they needed you at all.
The forest was winding, destined to swirl your thoughts and vision with its countless paths, the snow making everything identical. It was similar to the woods back at the orphanage, except it felt even more intimidating without a companion.
A whisper made your head turn, was it the lady? No, she wouldn't have chased you all the way here would she? Another voice rang, now against your ear, your breath hitched and you jerked your body towards the noise, nothing there. Shadows danced and the snow covered, the voices continued, mocking your very existence. You put your hands against your ears in hopes they will disappear.
"Useless" One had spat, its dark silhouette snaking behind a tree, a smile so sharp it can cut. Then more of the shadow people appeared, making you take a step back, struggling to retrieve your small knife from your backpack, pointing at no one.
"Get away or I'll kill you!" You screamed at nothing, smoke resulting from your breaths and the overstimulation slowly creeping up.
"Kill", "death met your brother", "we are one", "child of the crow?", "sacrifice", "vessel!", "join us" The disembodied voices all rang inside your ears as you tried to shake your head away, making way for an inhuman scream at the top of your lungs, your head was spinning, unable to deter which was real or a hallucination, is that what this is?
"You and your brother will be of age soon. I must offer you to Mother Miranda, I'm sure you understand, sweet thing." a sweet, false voice broke out from all others, unmistakable and hers. Isabella.
"No, I'm not going back!" A screech matched your voice, this one a reality you werent prepared for. Teary eyes snapped towards the creature at hand, it's gray skin a contrast to the snow, it's putrid breath and foul smell could be scented from where you stood frozen in place. Tremors breezed through your body, hairs standing on end and cold sweat coming down.
The voices disappeared just too late when you've registered the lycan jumping forwards, it's claws made to strike and baring it's teeth to seal into it's prey. You jerked back just enough, claws clanging against metal.
It's attack would've killed you if not for the suspicious and perfectly convenient silver brooch placed right above your heart, where it was aiming, it smashed to pieces and silver scattered on the ground.
"Duke, that bastard knew" You grunted, managing to dash to the side and plunge your knife into it's noggin, it was enough to distract but not to kill.
You weren't far from the village, and you grimaced at the thought of more enemies and yet danger chasing you. Opening a large stone gate, you were now out of the castle grounds, and you groaned with the struggle of closing it back in time for the lycan to not enter, putting your whole weight into it.
There was no other villager out here, and you figured it was due to the Lords' discussion earlier, Miranda was not to be trifled with. All doors were locked and the quietness was eery.
You took steps forward, rubbing your arms for heat at the storm only brewed, threatening to a hail. You saw a vineyard wth more of those scarecrows, torn roofs, bloodied doors.
"Hello?" You dared to break the silence, only to be followed by another loud screech. A pair of lycan jumped from roof to roof, sensitive to noises. Glowing eyes landed on you again as they howled to alert another hoard.
A hand suddenly clasped around your forearm and dragged you inside a large red gate while you struggled to pull it away from the tall, dark dressed woman, you were quickly pushed inside a house, a warm one at that. "What the hell?!"
The door was quickly locked, a calloused hand clasped around your mouth to silence you, your eyes widened as you saw Luiza's face turn to you. "Hell there will be if you make more noise" she whispered firmly, glaring at you.
You both waited until the sound of the rattling and crawling on the roof ended before she pushed you away, shaking her head. "You seem to have a knack for causing trouble" she breathed out, clutching her non existent pearls
"Here to retrieve your bread?" You stared at her, analyzing her motives and why the hell you were still alive.
"Children these days, not even a thank you?" Luiza put her hands on her hips as if a scolding mother, one action that made you flinch away. "You're underweight, thats why you're here"
You gasped, glaring at her with furrowed brows "Are you body shaming me now, old ha-"
"Child, I called off the hunt for you and your brother, don't think we don't know where you went after that river" She shook her head, retrieving a clean cloth for the bleeding cut on your chest you hadn't noticed, most were blocked by the now broken brooch. "You needed that food, I understand"
You were silent, she didn't understand, was she the type of woman easy to exploit? No one would give anything for free. "No, I need to get out of here, I don't need another house to be locked in" you slapped her hand away from your chest.
"We all want out! You think it's so easy? You go out there and you're mawled by lycans within seconds, child" Luiza's hands insisted on treating you wound
"I have a name!" Another slap was attempted on her hand and your wrists were easily held in her firm hand to continue her work.
"You were too busy stealing my bread and yelling at lycans to tell me" She ripped your clothing around your wound and put some chem fluid on it, and you writhed in pain, she shoved another cloth in your mouth to hold off your scream. "One of you is already too damn much, but I seem to remember you have a male version"
"M-Miller? I don't know, I told him to hide, but I haven't seen him since" You breathed, calming down as she wrapped your wound with bandages, it was too much you thought. Silence as she actually took care of a thief like you. Everyone must be fucking nuts. But she must have seen the look of concern in your eyes, not for yourself but for your brother.
"Carmilla"
"What?"
"My name is Carmilla Cazacu, or.. Millie" Your eyes went to hers as she paused and nodded, patted the finished work on your chest and walked away.
"Luiza Baker" She muttered as she wiped her bloody hand away on a kitchen rag. "And you won't be leaving until this rampage is over, I don't need more of my people dying on my watch"
"Your people?" You scoffed
"After the sheriff died, they came to me for leadership. I have the biggest estate and a stable wheat farm after all" She shrugged and turned her pointed look at you, still suspicious despite her good graces.
"You'll stay on the couch, don't go stealing my shit, kid. And the other villagers are in the kitchen, don't go pissing them off or more pitchforks will be thrown." Luiza said as she walked towads the hall to the left, where beads covered one of the doorways.
Helloo! I hope you're having a wonderful day, feel free to ignore this because I have no idea if you even take requests or not.. hehe. But may we have a fic about a poly relationship with Ambessa, Sevika and reader? (Where Ambessa is the ultimate top🤭) And! I would like some spice in my Amvika sandwich, thank you!
hii, and thank you for the ask! and yes i’m open for requests! this was so hard to write, even though i love ambessa sevika poly fics! i tried my hardest, hope to not dissapoint you! <3
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dom!ambessa x switch!sevika x sub!reader
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꩜ content warnings: explicit sexual content, dom/sub power dynamics, rough sex, face riding, overstimulation, orgasm control, orgasm denial, strap-on use (ambessa → sevika), degrading language (toward sevika), light choking, restraint, reader exhaustion
The wooden spear was slipping again.
You gritted your teeth, adjusting your grip, sweat stinging your eyes. Muscles in your shoulders screamed in protest as you raised the shaft one more time, barely managing to keep your footing. Ambessa didn’t flinch. She stood across from you like a statue carved from obsidian, breathing steady, arms loose by her sides as if the last hour hadn’t even happened.
You lunged. Sloppy. You knew it the second you did it.
Ambessa didn’t bother to block. She merely stepped to the side, letting your momentum carry you forward. You stumbled. Caught yourself on shaking knees. The training stick hit the floor with a soft clatter.
Ambessa’s voice was even, not cruel. “You’re tired.”
You collapsed to your knees, chest heaving, the air hot in your throat. “No shit,” you muttered, one palm pressing against the mat. “You’re a damn war general.”
“And you’re someone who asked to be trained by one,” she reminded you. Not unkindly. But not softly, either.
You heard the soft creak of the lounge chair a few feet away as she finally moved, crossing the floor like she hadn’t just been sparring for hours. She sat with ease, rolling one shoulder back before reaching for the wine that had been waiting on the low side table.
That was when the door swung open.
Sevika’s boots were the first thing you noticed. Heavy, scuffed. Familiar. Her eyes swept the room in one motion, landing right on you, sweat-slicked, breathless, still on your knees with the training stick beside you like a discarded toy. You saw the faint twitch at the corner of her mouth, almost a smirk, but something warmer behind it.
“Training day again?” she drawled, stepping in fully now, the door swinging shut behind her.
Ambessa didn’t even look up as she poured her glass. “She lasted longer this time.”
“Barely,” you muttered, trying to push yourself up.
But Sevika was already moving, crossing the room in a slow, confident gait. You felt her presence before you saw her crouch in front of you, hand bracing lightly on your thigh as she examined your flushed face.
“Ambessa really working you over today?”
You nodded wordlessly, too tired to shoot something clever back.
Ambessa, now reclined with her wine, finally looked over the rim of her glass. “She’s getting better. But she still swings with her arms. Not her hips.”
“Pff,” Sevika scoffed. “You giving her a staff doesn’t help. She’s not you, Ambessa.”
You glared up at Sevika, panting. “I’m right here, you know.”
“Yeah, and you look like you just crawled out of a battlefield,” she said with a grin.
“She has been crawling,” Ambessa mused, swirling her wine. “Not unlike a certain someone her first week in Noxus.”
That earned a sharp laugh from Sevika. “Don’t compare me to her.”
Ambessa just lifted her glass in salute. “You begged to stop after day one.”
“Because you broke my rib,” Sevika snapped, though her smirk betrayed her fondness. “[First Name] here just looks... wrecked.”
You shoved at Sevika’s shoulder weakly, which she didn’t even pretend to budge from. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t be wheezing too,” you muttered.
“Oh, I’d be wheezing,” Sevika replied, her tone dipping. “But not from training.”
You felt the heat crawl up your neck, and she grinned like she knew it. Ambessa’s deep chuckle came from the corner as she took another long sip.
“I told you,” Ambessa said smoothly, “discipline first. Then reward.”
Sevika raised a brow. “Is that why you’re sitting back with your wine while she’s over here leaking all her sweat onto the mat?”
“I’m building her stamina,” Ambessa said, calm and collected. “For all the right reasons.”
That made Sevika’s gaze flick back to you, slow and assessing. “Mm. Gotta say, I like her like this. All tired and pliant.”
“I’m not pliant,” you protested, trying and failing to stand. Sevika caught you before you faceplanted, gripping your bicep easily to hold you up.
“You are when you’re on your knees,” she said, low against your ear.
You flinched, heart pounding again, but this time not from exhaustion.
Ambessa watched with one leg crossed over the other, wine glass resting on her thigh like she had all the time in the world. “Let her rest,” she said, though there was something in her tone that promised that rest would only last as long as she allowed.
Sevika didn’t release you. If anything, she held you closer, pulling you gently into her side. Her grip lingered just a bit too low on your waist, thumb brushing against the edge of your ribs.
“Let her rest,” Ambessa said again, eyes still on the glass in her hand.
Sevika let out a low snort. “Didn’t realize you were so merciful.”
That earned her a slow blink from Ambessa. She set the wine glass down with quiet precision, no clatter, just a soft click that somehow cut through the air sharper than any barked order. Her legs uncrossed. She stood.
“Mercy?” she said, voice low and even. “That what you think this is?”
Sevika straightened as Ambessa stepped toward her, and the tension shifted immediately. Her hand stayed on you, but her eyes were locked on Ambessa now, body coiled like a spring.
“I think you’re getting soft,” Sevika said with a smirk. “All this talk. All this wine. And here I thought Noxians liked to prove things.”
Ambessa didn’t smile.
She crossed the room in three steps flat and pushed you aside, not cruelly, but decisively. You hit the mat with a grunt as her arm locked with Sevika’s, their bodies twisting in a sharp clash of limbs. No warmup. No warning. Just pressure, contact, force.
You scrambled to the side, heart hammering. They were moving fast—too fast for how big they were. Ambessa ducked low, Sevika countered, their boots scraping the mat and hands catching arms, shoulders, hips.
A blur of strength and stubbornness.
“Hey—hey!” you wheezed, trying to crawl out of the way. “Can you two not kill each other over me?”
Neither answered.
You dragged yourself toward the edge of the mat, just a few feet from the bench when something latched around your ankle. Metal fingers. Sevika.
“Oh no,” you muttered, trying to kick free.
She tugged you back like it was nothing, dragging you across the mat even as Ambessa moved in again with a shoulder check that Sevika barely dodged. You yelped and tried to scurry again, only to feel Ambessa’s hand plant on your hip as she stepped over you, using you to pivot and shove Sevika back.
You rolled the other way. “I am not a sparring prop!”
Ambessa’s voice was breathless but amused. “Then stay out of the middle.”
“I was!”
You barely got the words out before Ambessa surged forward again.
This time, she didn’t just counter Sevika, she crushed her momentum. Sevika tried to twist out of it, going low, but Ambessa anticipated it, catching her mid-shift. The thud of bodies colliding shook the mat. In a flash, Sevika was on her back, Ambessa over her, one knee braced against the floor, the other pressing Sevika’s thigh down.
Sevika growled, one hand pushing at Ambessa’s hip, the other trying to wedge between them, but Ambessa caught her wrist and shoved it aside, her other hand gripping Sevika’s throat—not hard, but firm enough that Sevika froze.
They locked eyes.
Breathless.
Silent.
You sat frozen where you’d landed a moment ago, half upright, watching the way Sevika’s mouth parted but didn’t speak. The way her mechanical arm stayed lifted but never struck. The tension snapped—shifting from aggression into something else entirely.
Ambessa’s thumb dragged slow across the side of Sevika’s neck. “You done?”
Sevika’s teeth clenched. But her body said it for her.
Ambessa didn’t move for a long beat. Just studied her like she was still debating whether to end the fight or start another one.
Then she looked at you.
Still half-splayed on the mat. Still catching your breath. Sweaty, shaken, worn out and watching.
“You want to act like a brat,” Ambessa said to Sevika, voice low now, steady, “you get treated like one.”
Her hand left Sevika’s throat, but only to push herself upright. She rose in one fluid motion, towering over both of you now.
You felt the weight of her stare before she even moved toward you.
A hand slipped beneath your jaw, guiding your face up. “She’s already tired,” Ambessa murmured, thumb brushing your cheek. “Worked hard. Didn’t complain.”
Behind her, Sevika had pushed herself to her elbows, watching closely now, her breath ragged but her eyes sharp with something too familiar to name.
Ambessa’s voice dropped further. “Maybe she’ll show you how to behave.”
Your stomach twisted with heat. You didn’t even know what part of you agreed with her, but the part that moved when she touched you sure as hell did.
Ambessa let go of your jaw and took a step back, just enough to reposition you in front of her before pushing you down to the ground, on your knees facing sevika. Her palm flattened over your lower back, guiding you forward until you felt the edge of Sevika’s legs where she sat, still catching her breath from the floor.
Ambessa leaned in behind you, voice low against your ear. “She’s got a mouth. Let’s see if she can still use it properly.”
Your breath faltered. Doubt curled in your stomach,the raw edge of being caught off guard, caught between them. Your thighs still trembled from training, your pulse already too high. Sevika’s stare didn’t help. Her eyes tracked your every twitch like a wolf that had just been handed fresh meat.
You opened your mouth, maybe to ask a question, maybe to say wait, but Ambessa didn’t wait.
Her hand slid down your back, caught the fabric at your waist, and ripped. The stretch and tear of your clothes filled the room louder than it should’ve, and before you could so much as flinch, you were bare, breath hitched, skin prickling under the sudden rush of cool air.
Then came pressure.
Ambessa’s palm pressed flat between your shoulder blades, guiding—no, planting you down until your thighs were straddling Sevika’s face.
“Ambessa—” you gasped, unsure of what you even meant to say.
“Shh.” Her voice was silk over iron. “Let her have it.”
Below you, Sevika didn’t hesitate. She never would. Her metal arm locked around your thigh and yanked you flush against her mouth like she’d been waiting all damn day for it.
You cried out, hips jerking, breath torn straight from your lungs. Her ongue met you with no patience. She licked like she meant it. Like it had been denied to her. Deep, slow drags, then sharp flicks, then lips sealed around your clit like she was daring you to push her away.
You didn’t.
You couldn’t.
Your hands landed hard on Sevika’s shoulders, nails dragging over her collar as she moaned beneath you, hungry and already messy. Every time your hips tried to shy away, Sevika dragged you back down, face grinding against you like she needed it to breathe.
And all the while, Ambessa watched.
She stood a few steps back, arms folded, watching the twitch of your thighs, the way your body shuddered when Sevika groaned into you. Her gaze was dark, sharp, and unbearably focused.
You whimpered, hips stuttering again. “I—fuck, she—”
Ambessa’s eyes narrowed slightly. And then she moved.
Silent steps across the mat. She passed behind you, toward the tall black cabinet on the side wall of the sparring room. The one no one ever touched during actual training. She opened it with one swift motion, pulled something heavy from inside
When she turned, the strap was already in her hand.
You couldn’t look away, not even when Sevika’s tongue drove another jolt through your core. Not even when Ambessa knelt again at Sevika’s side, calm and brutal, one hand sliding down Sevika’s waistband, the other bracing your thigh to hold you steady.
Sevika lifted her mouth just enough to breathe. Her lips were wet. Her eyes, blown wide.
“Greedy,” Ambessa muttered as she tugged Sevika’s pants down, rough and fast. “Should’ve learned your lesson.”
Sevika smirked. “Still waiting on the punishment.”
Ambessa didn’t answer. Simply adjusting the strap. Spat on her palm, slicked the strap, and lined it up.
Then she drove it in.
Sevika broke. Her head dropped back against the mat, hips arching hard as Ambessa bottomed out without hesitation. Her moan lit something in you and you felt your thighs shake again, overwhelmed by the sound, the heat, the grip of Sevika’s hands on your hips as she dove back in like nothing else mattered.
Ambessa started fucking her hard, deliberate strokes that dragged Sevika open each time, forcing her mouth to stay busy even when she gasped or cursed beneath you. Her grip was merciless. She held Sevika there while Sevika held you, the rhythm brutal and unforgiving.
Each thrust jolted Sevika’s body beneath you, her mouth losing rhythm as her breath caught. Her tongue stuttered, flattened, dragged slower over your folds.
“Fuck,” Sevika gasped, voice muffled against you.
Ambessa didn’t stop. Her hips slammed forward again, harder, snapping Sevika back into place with a deep grunt.
“Keep that mouth busy,” she growled. “You wanted this.”
Sevika whimpered something into your cunt inaudible, messy, soaked. Her hands clung tighter to your thighs like she needed something to ground herself, but her pace had turned ragged, desperate. She was shaking.
Ambessa looked down at her like she was pathetic.
“Gods, look at you,” she muttered, voice cold and sharp. “Fucking dripping and still can’t do one thing right.”
You shuddered at the sound. Not from fear. From how right it felt, being pressed between them. Sevika, beneath you, moaning into your cunt like she couldn’t breathe without it, and Ambessa, above and behind, fucking her like she wasn’t worth kindness.
You barely noticed your own thighs starting to tremble again, until Sevika dragged her tongue too deep, too fast, and your whole body buckled forward with a sob.
But Ambessa saw it.
And didn’t let it happen.
Before you could fully tip over, her hand clamped around your waist and dragged you back. Sevika let out a muffled growl of protest as your cunt slipped from her mouth, slick and trembling and denied.
You gasped. “Wait—!”
Ambessa ignored you.
“Is that what you wanted, Sevika? Wanted to feel her come on your face while you’re being fucked like a mutt?”
She hauled you upright, back flush to her chest, one thick arm locking around your neck. Her other hand slid down fast, rough fingers finding your cunt without hesitation.
She fucked into Sevika with the same relentless rhythm, the sound of her hips slapping against Sevika’s ass echoing off the training room walls. But her hand never stopped moving between your legs, fingers pumping in and curling hard, fast, without mercy.
“Don’t whine,” Ambessa growled against your ear. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”
You couldn’t even reply. Your mouth was open, breath caught on every thrust of her hand. The pressure was overwhelming, brutal. Her arm across your chest kept you pinned to her while her fingers curled deeper, harder.
Sevika moaned beneath both of you. her back arched as Ambessa fucked her deeper with each thrust of the strap. Her stomach flexed under the mess between your thighs, her skin slick with sweat and your arousal.
“You see that?” Ambessa’s voice was a snarl, sharp in your ear. “You’re making a mess all over her. You think she’s earned it?”
You couldn’t speak. Your eyes were rolling back.
Ambessa bit your shoulder.
“Now.”
Your body broke.
You came with a cry, grinding down without control as her fingers drove through you. It hit like a wave, hot, messy, clenching down around her hand as your thighs squeezed and trembled. The aftershocks splattered against Sevika’s stomach, sticky and wet across her skin as she gasped, helpless beneath the weight of it.
“Good girl,” Ambessa murmured against your neck. “She doesn’t get that. Not yet.”
Sevika whimpered again, and Ambessa didn’t slow down.
She just fucked her harder.
Your orgasm ripped through you, all-consuming, your body clenching around Ambessa’s fingers, breath caught somewhere between a sob and a moan. And then your legs gave out.
There was no catching yourself.
Your knees buckled, and you dropped, spine sliding from Ambessa’s chest, thighs trembling, cunt still pulsing. You landed right on Sevika’s stomac, limp and breathless, legs spread wide across her abs.
But Ambessa didn’t stop.
She was still driving into Sevika, deep and punishing, every thrust making Sevika’s core flex under you tight muscle rolling beneath your overstimulated cunt.
“Shit—” you gasped, trying to lift yourself, but Sevika’s body moved again, jerked from the force of another deep thrust and your hips rocked forward without meaning to, dragging slick and swollen across her abs.
You cried out.
It was too much. Your nerves were already raw, your clit still aching from the high Ambessa had wrung out of you and now Sevika’s stomach was grinding against you, again and again, every ripple of movement turning into friction you couldn’t control.
Your fingers scrabbled against Sevika’s chest, trying to lift yourself off her, but your arms were weak, trembling.
And still Ambessa kept going.
Each thrust shoved Sevika’s hips upward, rocked her into the mat, and you with her. Her abs tensed and jumped beneath you, slick with your release, hot and unrelenting turning your still-throbbing cunt into something helpless, overstimulated, dragged across her again and again.
You whined, body twitching. “I—I can’t—”
“You can,” Ambessa said behind you, her voice low, controlled. “You just don’t want to.”
She gripped your hip with one hand now, holding you steady, keeping you there as Sevika’s body moved under you.
Sevika gasped beneath both of you, hands digging into the mat, back arched as Ambessa’s pace grew harder, sharper. Her stomach clenched again under your heat, her breath ragged.
“Oh fuck—fuck—Ambessa—!”
“Not yet,” Ambessa snapped.
You moaned as another jolt rocked through your hips, your body grinding down against Sevika’s abs without permission, every movement another spark across your clit. Your thighs were slick, open, twitching uncontrollably.
“I can’t—” Sevika groaned, “She’s—she’s dripping all over me—”
“She earned it,” Ambessa said. Her next thrust slammed deep, punching the air from Sevika’s lungs. “You haven’t.”
Sevika's hands were fisting the mat now. Arms locked, head tilted back against the floor. Her mouth hung open, panting, face flushed and wild with tension. The strap drove into her again, and again, and again, deep enough to lift her back off the floor, to knock the sound out of her lungs.
Sevika’s legs trembled violently beneath you. Her abs clenched again, so hard it made your hips jolt and your throat let out a broken whimper. You tried to lift yourself, but Ambessa’s hand was still on your hip, holding you there, grinding you down against Sevika’s body, keeping you soaked and open and forced to feel all of it.
“F-fuck,” Sevika choked, trying to resist it, trying to hold on. Her thighs were trembling, her back arched so hard it lifted you with her for a second before Ambessa slammed her back down again.
And then Ambessa broke.
She hissed between her teeth, eyes blazing, body tightening behind you.
“Now,” she growled, hips snapping forward. “Come. Both of you.”
Sevika shattered.
Her moan tore out of her throat like something feral, her whole body locking up. You felt it beneath you, every flex, every twitch, the way her stomach tightened under your cunt, the way her thighs jerked and her arms buckled. She came hard, hips grinding back against the strap, body writhing between you and Ambessa.
And Ambessa—
Ambessa held steady until the very end. Her grip bruised, her pace ruthless, even as her jaw clenched and her breath hitched through her nose. When she came, she didn't announce it, she just dug in, hips burying deep one last time, strap shoved as far into Sevika as it would go.
A slow, deep exhale left her chest. Satisfied. Dominant.
Ambessa’s hand slid from your hip to your throat holding you against Sevika’s heaving body while both of them trembled and twitched beneath you.
Witch reader who has the gift of seeing ghosts. Some spirits whoa re particularly stubborn dont pass on like theyre supposed to. Most of the time she ignores them becuse they're still freaking out over dying and... Well dealing with hysterical people all day would be awful. She starts her new job at nevermore (teacher or soemthing idk) and while meeting the new principle in her office she sees the old one. Leant agaisnt the desk rolling her eyes and commenting on everything the new lady is doing wrong. She accidentily laughs a few times and manages to play it off, unfortunatley Larissa is sure that reader can see her and takes it upon herself to annoy her until she acknowlages her.
Oh god hello, bet you don't even remember sending this request 😅 but I really loved it and wanted to write it even if it has been a while so here you go, and I really hope you enjoy it!
Falling Behind
Words: ~2.1k | ao3 link in title
Tags/warnings: Larissa is dead/a ghost but it's a silly little fic I promise, also lots of flirting
Knock, knock.
You rap your hand twice against the smooth oak of the door to the principal’s office. A ball of nerves tangles in your belly but you do your best to ignore it — you got the job, after all, and you’ve already technically ‘met’ the principal a few times via phone call. You’re just here to go over some of the details of the job before your official start date on Monday — standard procedure, nothing to be anxious about. You hear footsteps on the other side of the door and you try, subtly, to wipe the sweat from your palms on the back of your coat, which is already damp from the rain outside.
“Ah, hello, come in, come in. Welcome to Nevermore,” Principal Porter says as she swings the door open, giving you an easy smile and reaching out to shake your hand before stepping back and allowing you to step into the office. “Let me take your coat — it’s pouring outside, I hope the drive up here wasn’t too difficult. Would you like some tea?”
You smile gratefully as you step into the office and shrug off your coat. “Uh, no, thank you though.”
Your attention is momentarily diverted by a tall, blonde woman in a modest, cream-colored dress and kitten heels, perched at the edge of the principal’s desk. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she’s frowning at your feet. “What’s the use in oiling the floors if everyone is just going to track mud throughout the school?” She seems to be talking more to herself than to you, but you glance at your feet and find that, indeed, you’ve got a trail of dirt behind you, likely from walking up Nevermore’s gravelly drive. Your face grows hot with embarrassment.
“I’m so sorry,” you squeak out, glancing pleadingly at the blonde as you subtly shuffle around, as if that will help.
“Sorry for what, dear?” Principal Porter asks — you frown in confusion. She’s smiling at you kindly, paying absolutely no mind to the woman perched on her desk, as if she hadn’t even heard her at all.
“For, uh… for tracking all this dirt in.” You glance sheepishly at the blonde, who looks absolutely perplexed as she stares at you.
“Nonsense, dear, it’ll be easy to clean.” Principal Porter waves away your apology. “Please, have a seat at my desk. Excuse the mess, as you might remember from our calls this is my first semester here as well and I’m still getting sorted.”
You nod politely, shooting a furtive glance at the other woman, whose presence is all but ignored by Principal Porter. You remember what you’d read about the school’s former principal — the first one in Nevermore’s long and fascinating history to be murdered on school grounds. Apparently, finding a replacement after that incident had been rather difficult.
The office is indeed still somewhat bare, the walls lined with half-unpacked boxes of paintings, trinkets, office supplies. The only furniture in the room is a rather modern looking desk with a glass top, a grey, ergonomic office chair on one side and a rather plain chair on the other side, and a somewhat uncomfortable-looking chaise longue in front of the fireplace. There’s a white filing cabinet behind the desk which has definitely seen better days. Principal Porter reaches into the top drawer and pulls out a manila folder, before taking a seat and gesturing for you to do the same.
Rummaging around in your bag, you prepare yourself by pulling out some signed paperwork that you’d been sent.
“Oh, thank you,” Principal Porter says as you hand her the paperwork, taking a moment to leaf through it. “Now… where was that form regarding staff housing…” she mumbles — the woman perched beside her rolls her eyes and lets out a huff.
“You’ve flicked past it twice,” she deadpans, clearly annoyed, and you suppress a chuckle. But Principal Porter doesn’t react and your suppressed smile turns into a frown. Who the fuck is this woman and why is Principal Porter acting like she’s not - oh. It finally dawns on you, and you can’t believe it’s taken you this long to piece it together.
The woman perched at the edge of the principal’s desk isn’t ‘real’ in the most accepted sense of the word — she’s a ghost. As a child, you learned early on that your special ability was seeing and communicating with the dearly departed. A week after your grandfather’s funeral, your mother found you, then only five years old, sitting at the kitchen table talking to yourself about something you’d drawn — though you recall your grandfather sitting beside you clear as day.
It wasn’t until you got older that you were able to tell ghosts apart from their living counterparts more clearly, though on rare occasions you still found it a bit tricky as they appeared to you as solid, corporeal beings. It was usually the more stubborn spirits that got stuck in the mortal world, unable to fully pass on into the afterlife, and (as the mortal world was a sort of hell for most spirits) those who did get stuck here were usually in a full-blown panic. Easy to identify.
Unless you were actively involved in helping a spirit pass on, you tended to ignore them as you went about your day — it was easier that way because, usually, as soon as they realized you could see them, they would not leave you alone. And this one — the tall, statuesque blonde leant over Principal Porter’s head — has clearly realized that not only can you see and hear her, but you also seem to find her a bit funny, and she’s eyeing you with great interest.
You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to ignore the way the woman’s eyes burn into your skull.
“Ah, here it is!” Principal Porter exclaims, abruptly bringing your attention back to the meeting as she stuffs your forms into the back of the envelope, pulls out another piece of paper and slides it towards you. “I’ve already sent this to your email last week but just in case, here’s a copy of your class schedule for this semester. You’ve got two planning periods, here,” she points to a space on Wednesday morning, “and here,” she points to a space on Thursday afternoon — the woman perched on her desk interrupts her.
“I’m sure the woman is old enough to read,” she snarks, and you let out a little snort.
“Pardon?” Principal Porter’s brows knit together in confusion. “Is something the matter?”
You frown. Your eyes dart to the other woman, but you quickly look away and shake your head, missing the smirk that forms on her face. “No, I’m sorry, everything’s alright.”
Unfazed, the principal continues with a shrug, explaining to you how office hours work at Nevermore, and you nod along politely.
You find it hard to keep your eyes off the blonde, especially when she seems to get bored of Principal Porter droning on about your classes and decides to stand up and pace the length of the office, her heels loud against the hardwood floors.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
“We have a small but reliable pool of substitute teachers, so if you–”
Click. Click. Click. Click.
It’s damn near impossible to focus on a word that’s being said, almost all of your attention is on the rhythmic clicks of the woman’s kitten heels, and you’re starting to wonder if she’s trying to distract you on purpose. You can feel her presence behind you, the back and forth, the way the air stirs with her every step, all unbeknownst to your new boss.
“I’m afraid we’ve had to up the class sizes for our sorcery class this year, and you’ll have 35 students–”
You don’t catch the rest of the principal’s statement because the other woman has let out a loud sigh and started to complain. “Why don’t you tell her why–”
“... due to a shortage of staff…”
“Due to complete and utter mismanagement by the school board!” The woman rounds the desk again, coming into view.
Something about her irritation is endearing to you and your cheeks twitch as you hold back a smirk — rather unsuccessfully, as you can feel her eyes on you again.
“So you can see me,” she says, and you know without looking at her that she’s talking to you — you open your mouth to answer, then snap it shut again when you remember that, though you can see and hear her, the principal can’t.
“You should tell Principal Porter,” the woman starts, the title spilling from her lips as though it's poison, “that her administrative skills leave as much to be desired as her taste in interior design.”
You let out a shocked laugh and Principal Porter wrinkles her nose. “Are you sure you’re alright, dear?”
You nod, stutter out another apology, and spend the rest of the meeting trying to tune out the woman’s comments.
After what feels like hours but is probably only about half an hour, you finally leave Principal Porter’s office with the keys to your new quarters in hand, insisting you’re fine to go check them out by yourself. You navigate the halls of the school, following the instructions your new boss had given you to get to the staff wing, and let yourself into your new living space for the school year.
Your quarters are spacious but homey, and beautifully quiet after the last half hour of splitting your attention between two people, and you lean back against the door after closing it behind you, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath.
“Welcome to Nevermore,” an oddly familiar voice purrs, and your eyes snap open as your heart leaps into your throat.
“Jesus! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You don’t miss the way the blonde’s lips curl into a smirk at your statement. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?”
She ignores your question. “Your application didn’t say that necromancy is your specialty.” Her voice is smooth like velvet and she’s batting her lashes at you, her eyes raking down your form. She’s incredibly alluring — even in death. “I don’t think we’ve ever had a necromancer on staff, it’s a pity, really, such a useful ability, don’t you think?”
“It’s a bit annoying, actually,” you retort with a frown, trying to piece together who the fuck this woman is. ‘We’ve’ never had a necromancer on staff…?
“I’ve been called many things but I think this may be the first time I’ve been called ‘annoying’, my dear.” She doesn’t sound upset about it, her voice is still sweet as honey and she takes a step towards you, towering over you.
“You’re… who are you?”
“Forgive me, it seems I haven’t formally introduced myself.” She stretches a hand out towards you — pale skin, perfectly manicured red fingernails adorning long, slender fingers, a heavy gold bracelet around her delicate wrist. “Larissa Weems.”
Larissa Weems. Weems…
Ah. It finally clicks for you, you’ve read that name before.
“You’re Nevermore’s former principal. The one who…” Your voice trails off, you feel a bit insensitive, but Larissa doesn’t seem bothered. She smirks.
“Died? Yes.”
You shake her hand. It’s cold, but it’s solid.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You say it because you feel like you should, because you don’t know what else to say.
“The pleasure is all mine.” The way she says pleasure makes your mouth go dry.
“I couldn’t help but look over your resume,” she continues. “Quite an impressive background. I would have hired you, too.” Her voice drops an octave and her gaze travels down your body and your stomach does a backflip.
“Thank you,” you mumble, feeling your face grow warm in spite of yourself.
“I heard your voice during one of your interviews, the phone was on speaker. I thought you’d be beautiful, but it seems my expectations have been exceeded.”
“Are you flirting with me?”
Larissa chuckles, her smirk widening. “Would that be so bad?” You can’t tell if she’s mocking you or not.
“You’re dead.”
“And so bored, darling,” she drawls, making her way along the perimeter of your room, trailing her fingertips along the dresser against the wall, perching at the edge of the bed once she reaches it. She crosses her legs, those long legs, her skirt riding up a little, and gives you another once-over that sends a spark up your spine. “I have to admit it’s been a bit lonely these past few months… you’re the first person who’s been able to see me, you know.”
She’s dead. A ghost. She’s not ‘real’. You try to tell yourself that, but the trouble is that to you, she is real. She’s as real as anyone else and she’s sitting on your bed, giving you a look that makes you want to bury your head between her thighs.
“Am I?” you ask, your heart in your throat as you take a step towards her — you can’t help yourself, she’s magnetic. She nods and blinks slowly, as if she has you right where she wants you, and maybe this is wrong but you don’t quite have it in you to care.
She’s as real to you as anyone else, dead or alive, it’s all the same to you.
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A/N: uh hi, holidays are the best so I took the opportunity to write another one for ya. Thank you to those still with me in this journey!
This is part 1 because it would be too long if I continue. And spoiler alert for some spice next chapter👀
Word count: 3.5k
(NSFW WARNING: None this chapter)
A few weeks ago..
"Will you stop looking at me like that? Please, you're squirming like a worm"
"Like what, mouse?"
You paused with your hands still up in the air near her face, your sleeves rolled up to where your elbow and forearm met, hair tied up in a haphazard bun to avoid getting it all over your face, and lastly, standing between Cassandra's legs as the girl sat on one of the bathroom stools.
Gave her a glare you did, grumbling as you wiped her face off any dirt, thankfully the girl didn't have any blood staining her face today, it was just elsewhere. She only grinned in return, peering up at you and too pleased with herself.
"Like you're planning something sinister!" You flicked her forehead as she yelped and flinched away, "Hey!"
"When am I not?" She scoffed and rolled her eyes before settling back on the stool, watching you hold the thread between your lithe fingers. As strange as it sounded, the daughters of the devil were still conscious about their appearance, despite not socializing often.
"I'm only doing this because- well because you threatened to bite off my toes in my sleep, but mostly because I agree. Your brows look like overgrown bushes" You chuckled softly and she pouted up at you and it was her turn to roll pretty yellow eyes.
Your hand worked fluidly, sharp yet graceful, you had done a similar job before with- who was that knucklehead again? Oh, Miller. But only with razors, as he, as a teenage rebel-wannabe begged for you to slit his brow to appear edgy, and you were sure he regretted them right after.
Gossip was he came back in a tantrum after Mother Isabella told him it was just a phase. And the word spreaded through you. Naturally.
Cassandra kept her gaze locked on your face, it was the first time she had the opportunity to look, to really observe your face. Freckled cheeks, pointed nose, rosy lips. She blinked twice as she caught herself, the girl wasn't attracted to you romantically, but it would be a waste not to admire such art, molded (pun may be intended) just for the sake of admiring eyes.
"Aren't you flattered of my eyes upon you?" The girl tried again, and you pinched her chin to get her head to still. Your scowl however did not mask the burning red that appeared on your cheek.
"No, I am revolted by such a gesture. Be prepared, should I throw up right on your face" you muttered sarcastically, as she cackled.
Of course you still had blemishes, like any normal person would. You would argue that you're not normal if you heard that from her, and she would agree. Subtle, small, bulging veins came crawling up from your lean back, hidden behind your uniform, and spreading from the back of your neck and just fading right into the front.
It was a peculiar thing, was it a birthmark of some sorts? A health problem? But you've never mentioned it before.
"What did I just say, Miss Cassandra?" You huffed in annoyance and she did too, only louder to annoy you.
You flicked the threads sharply once, twice more as your finishing touches on her dark brows. Now arched perfectly, not a hair out of place. You gave a smile in satisfaction.
But a quick knock came from outside, and you quickly walked away from Cassandra and left her to admire your work in the bathroom mirror, tugging her bangs to the side to get a better look, as she did a few silly faces, even tugging the corner of her lips to the side to bare her fangs. The corner of your own lips tugged up subtly at her strangely endearing display.
"Miss Ingrid?" You smiled as you opened the door of Cassandra's room, she returned the gesture albeit hers without an enthusiastic show of teeth, and reached a wrinkled hand out to pat your head, and deciding to pat your shoulder instead, lest you found it uncomfortable. Letting the older woman in, Mia came tumbling in after her. You looked at them both in confusion.
Mia sighed and looked at the head maid with pleading eyes, but Ingrid stood firm and sent a small stern look to the girl. Cassandra came out of the bathroom as she had cleaned her face of any stray brow hairs lingering.
"The Grid has made her arrival. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Cassandra paused and went straight for the older woman who only tried to pluck her away like the bug she was, frowning in distaste at the nickname, as the younger girl made a show of hugging
"Please Cassandra Dimitrescu, clean that blood off your neck and the dirt on your dress, or better yet, stand in front of a pressure washer. Dear lords, girl!" Ingrid began her scolding, not that anyone could get past it, even the matriarch of the house, and one would be surprised how Alcina seemed like a stubborn child in front of the head maid.
"And don't even get me started with that god forsaken name that you insist upon me"
Ingrid's wrinkly eyes was swimming and darting from one mess to another in Cassandra's room, frown deepening with every object out of place, about to give her an unending lecture yet again before the devilspawn held her finger up in protest to stop her. "I'll clean it later, promise! I just had a squirmy meal last night.."
You smirked at Cassandra's behavior, amused that despite her and the other devil's spawn reputation, the mere thought of getting one of the head maid's lengthy lecture along with another one from their mother sent them cowering to promise-making, puppy-eyed girls.
Ingrid sighed and swooned, yet still keeping her cold facade, pointing her finger at the girl and bending forward ever so slightly despite being smaller than the girl. "You best keep your promise, girl. Otherwise you'll be joining the maids for cleaning too"
"But no can do on the nickname, Grid" Cassandra grinned ear to ear in mischief, letting out an exaggerated cry as Ingrid pinched her ear, before laughing again as she shifted into her swarm and made her escape through the gap below the door.
"Ouh, that girl!"
-~-
As fate would have it, the purpose of Ingrid's visit was to take you and Mia to be substitutes. Both you and the shy girl were caught grumbling, but there were no other options. All other maids were all occupied on extra work, as Cassandra had made a bloody mess in the cellars just yesterday. And the ones who were assigned in the more private rooms were needed elsewhere. Some taken to be last minute wine stock.
And unfortunately, you had to clean the lady's study with the cute introvert, not that you were not one yourself at times. But seeing Mia's eyes quickly look elsewhere when it locked with yours accidentally, made you feel just slightly smug.
Perhaps now you understand why the devil herself is so amused with your mere presence. Watching her fumble with a damp cloth to wipe surfaces while you dusted any old tomes and journals within the lined bookshelves of pristine, dark oak that contrasted perfectly against gold accents.
Mia was always one to prefer being invisible rather than seen, keeping struggles to herself and playing a safe game. Back when you were in the kitchen, you've heard Ingrid talking with the head chef, Helena. A battle of words about why the latter needed to help train Mia in particular into one of worth for the matriarch, muttering the potential she had as a kitchen maid.
The brunette, Helena, ever so stubborn had muttered along the lines of "I can't afford blood on my counters when the girl gets her fingers cut clean" but later ate her words when she found the girl improving over time. Mia seemed most content and at peace when cooking or baking sweets with Ingrid, you were most happy to have taste too.
Letting your brain focus into work and turn off, your hands were almost mechanically moving, just an instinct to mop and clean as your thoughts slipped into a certain golden haired individual.
When at first, Bela seemed to be distant and uncaring, cautious and allergic to one such as you. Recently, you had caught her glancing at you a few times. You rearranging tomes, while she "read" her book, but you both knew that her eyes were burning a hole into a singular part of the page, and she was looking at her peripheral to you.
"Hey, Carmilla"
"Hm?" You turned your gaze to hers, while gathering the equipments. Surprised that the girl was actually talking to you.
"How do you.. do it?" Mia mumbled, looking down at her feet, hesitant.
"You've got to be more specific than that, Mia" You teased gently, leaning against the mop in your hands. The young woman finally met your eyes.
"How do you get by so normally.. knowing the lady, h-her daughters, all took you here with the intention to end it all. The constant threat of being bled dry, o-or be their personal plaything" Mia let out a shaky breath and your smile dropped to a cornerned look. You stepped towards her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I don't, Mia. Perhaps I may seem to be at ease in your perception, but in truth.. I'm scared shitless too" Both of you chuckled, hers quieter but the awkward tension seem to settle just a bit. "Try focusing on things to look forward to. I have my brother, and he needs me just as I need him. I have hope that I'll eventually escape the castle, maybe I'll bring you with me" you poked the girl and her eyes widened.
"Don't get me wrong, I have thought of freedom too. I have seen an attempt, b-but no one has managed to succeed yet." Mia gulped, a silent pleading in her eyes for you not to consider such a thought.
Your smile returned, albeit laced with underlying nervousness too. Taking a step back, you whispered.
"I'll break that record, or I'll die trying to"
"My back is killing me.." You couldn't believe you were saying that at such an age. Walking out of the study with various cleaning supplies, you tucked them in a nearby closet for the staff. Any of the lady's personal rooms weren't exactly small, and now all you can think about is lunch.
Though the world turned into darkness. You gasped and screamed in surprise as you heard familiar buzzing behind you. "Carmie!" Daniela giggled as her gloved hand covered your eyes, the upper part of her body was still human while the rest were a fog of flies.
The girl lifted you in a firefighter hold, over her shoulder as she perused swiftly around the corridors, the rushing maids left stunned at the scene.
"Dani put me down!" You squealed as you squirmed in her grasp, she let you the benefit of removing her hand, exposing your widened eyes to the flashing scenery before you. The little bug was moving in an inhuman pace, making your mouth water with incoming signs of bile.
The walls blended into one another as your hand clutched the girl's dress as to not get yeeted out of her grasp, should she decide to throw you somewhere just for the fun of it. You passed by corridors, the library, the lady's chambers, the hall of four, the grand staircase and finally the living room.
Daniela seemed to notice that dizzy look on your face and sighed disappointedly when she finally stopped right in the main hall, setting you down on the couch. Meeting your irritated gaze with golden eyes. "Come on, that was fun, wasn't it?"
You took a second to recover, your head still swimming as your stomach settled. You managed to stagger upright and stand fully again, blurry eyes slowly focusing and breathing stabilizing "You can't keep popping out of nowhere and flying me around like a sack of potatoes! You threw your hands in the air.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to surprise you" You rolled your eyes at the ecstatic look the girl gave you, somehow she had the ability to manipulate all older figures with her special version of puppy eyes, besides Ingrid who bowed to no one except the lady.
"Well surprise me you did, dragonfly" mumbled you fondly.
Daniela grinned further at the pet name, it became a habit of both. One would think you would not be able to get along with someone who created a permanent scar to your shoulder. The memory of the girl biting you seemed ancient despite the short amount of time, and you had acknowledged her apology on that matter as well. The scar serving as some sort of bittersweet memory.
"It was my pleasure, dulce" Daniela gave an exaggerated bow, making you laugh fully. Before she grabbed your hand and began to drag you all around again, this time without the nauseating display of being carried by a speed train.
It always looked like Daniela had all the time in her hands, being the youngest of the Dimitrescu's. And with too much time came the boredom, and she was all too pleased to use you to aid that problem. The girl rambled about her supposed checklist to do with you while the other ladies were too preoccupied to give her attention.
You were given the full tour of the castle, all nooks and crannies, spots no other maid may enter. The opera room left you in wonder, furnished by various instruments. A black violin laced with gold at the corners which Daniela explained was Cassandra's. "Though she doesn't use it often, she's undeniably very good at it"
"Meanwhile, I.. play the pungi!" She said proudly, presenting her wind instrument sat in pristine display, you were stunned upon their talents. "I've heard tales regarding dancing snakes, and I was intrigued." She clasped her hands together and looked at the instrument with a soft smile, reminiscing the sweet times.
"I begged mother to buy me a pungi from the Duke and surely she did, but we had a long discussion about why she wouldn't buy me the pet snakes." You chuckled and imagined young Daniela throwing tantrums for venomous pets. "I used to play it everyday in my.. youth, and I grew fond of it quickly, dare I even consider it a hidden talent. But alas, I've no snakes to test their dancing skills."
Your heart warmed at the silly story, every day more detail is revealed about this family, every flaw and every happy moment. Your image of them started to change, perhaps not the best progression, but every story shared with you made them feel a whole lot more.. human.
Eyes landed on the centerpiece of the room, a black steinway piano completed the whole musical scene and the aging of the white keys to a yellowish hue from use made you think that this very piano was here long before you. A stool was placed right in front, too high for any person of normal height to find comfortable. You snorted amusedly.
"So, I'll take a wild guess and say that's the lady's forte?" You approached the beauty, eyes running around as you dared to feel every texture.
"Well, mother's and Bela's. I swear, that Bell Pepper is trying to be like mother too much" Daniela shook her head and joined you, standing under the ray of light from a distant window as she traces the keys with long fingers.
"Though I had never taken interest in the piano, I was once jealous of Bela for being a prodigy. Mother always seemed to favor her, and she thrives for the attention"
You have watched Alcina from afar, glanced and sometimes stared. The woman was a mystery to all, but what's certain is her love for her little bugs. Perhaps from an outside view she would seem unjust and extreme, but you saw her as the mother she was, the leader, the wonder, the beauty. The woman that was Alcina Dimitrescu.
Somehow, after completing each written in the girl's checklist, it has ended with the kitchen. Helena would have your head if you, or anyone really, dares to even look at any of her appliances the wrong way.
"Hey, fly. I- I don't think we should be here" You clutched your hands and looked around nervously for the head chef, flinching back when Daniela approached you with a butter knife.
"Come on, don't be a scaredy-cat, I have a perfectly good reason to be here.." Daniela smiled and tip-toed to a covered plate, secluded in a corner of the kitchen island. She lifted the cover and gasped in glee.
"Really?" You sighed and followed after her, putting a hand on your hips as your fear disappeared, replaced with disbelief.
"Really." Daniela grinned and a few flies jumped up as she reached for the food on the plate. Blueberry muffins.
The girl had dragged you out of work, and sneaked into the kitchen for Ingrid's blueberry muffins that she made for the maids and to improve her cooking skills, You couldn't help but shake your head with a fond smile as she held her precious food. And, pushed a muffin to your chest to join her.
Though a thought plagued your brain. "Can you eat that? Y-you're a carnivore right?" Your eyes flickered from the muffin and to her eyes.
She scoffed and hesitated for a moment, thinking about all the lessons from her mother as she eyed the object in her hand. "Well yes, but they always say to try something new, and this is my take on that!" She beamed and brought it towards her mouth, though you held her wrist sharply.
"Maybe you shouldn't consume that" You had a concerned look upon your face but she only scowled in irritation and easily pulled out of your grasp.
"I'll be fine! You think I can't handle it do you? Or maybe you're just like them, always saying I am not yet ready to hunt on my own. But I have been for years!" Daniela snapped, glaring at you with a show of her fangs that made your brows furrow.
"Daniela, I didn't mean it like that. I am simply concerned about the aftermath, should you eat that muffin" You explained, but a sudden thump of the kitchen doors being slammed open caught both your attention.
Helena stood there, apron dirtied, her sharp eyes landed on both of your bodies and immediately huffed in annoyance. "What are you two doing?" Though she paused, eyes burning on the food in Daniela's hand as you clenched your jaw when the girl stubbornly took a bite while the opportunity was there.
You gulped and blushed at being caught, it makes you replay memories back in the orphanage. Stammering your words and all when this partially wasn't your fault. Glaring at Daniela who had a content look on her face, smirking at you.
While Helena couldn't completely scold Daniela openly, you were impressed by how she exuded authority either way. The brunette was the longest survivor in the castle after Ingrid, and you can see why they favored her so. An aloof woman, taking no bullshit from anyone, even her employers.
Sorry, you both were as the head chef made you clean the kitchen from crumbs, write an apology to Ingrid who was currently too busy to see through. Though Daniela's offended look earlier was no more, the moment of manual labor seemed to be the perfect twist to her checklist.
This was turning into a very bizzare day.
-~-
The says seem repetitive, redundant, and exhausting. The matriarch knew what her role implied from the moment she took it with force and bloodied hands.
Surviving a narrow-minded baffoon of a father, who hated her sapphic tendencies with passion, to her mother who knew nothing but coin and drowned herself in lavish jewelry. Alcina knew that they never loved each other from the beginning, and it reflected upon her.
It should've deterred her from her appreciation of the fairer gender when her father forbade her from ever interacting with another woman, when he presented his ire through the loud and relentless hits of his belt. When she cried her heart out and begged for him to stop when his anger turned towards her mother, accusing her ignorance to be the influence of Alcina's preference.
When he hit his wife too much, too quickly, too far, that she fell limp on the floor with a gut wrenching thud. When her eyes were removed of the spark, now lifeless and staring right through Alcina's soul.
Her mother may not have been good, nor caring. But the woman had atleast tried. Even after she had been wed to the Count that forbade her love for another, just for her family's greed and the wealth that was to be shared.
Alcina couldn't take back the decisions she made that night, nor does she regret them. But just the lingering guilt of her mother's death was still a healing wound on her mold-infested heart.
That was the sole reason why she refused any and all, that might connect to her deceased p
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