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Hey I am looking for someone to commission a leg 🦵 tattoo idea for me, including the following characters :

Alcina Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

Dimitrescu Sisters

Mildred Ratchet

Larissa Weems

Lady Lesso

🥀🖤Thanks in advance 🥀🖤

for all eternity was so good!!!! would die for a part two with Mother Miranda confronting Alcina in private and the girls having a bunch of questions for Alcina after the note. why is she gone? will she return? where did she go? would love to see Alcina beg for reader’s forgiveness after finding out reader is staying with mother or something lmaoo

Hello Anon,

I'm glad you liked it. I didn't really think it would be this good and that people would like it, but I'm very happy that you all do. I'm currently working on part two, and it's nearly finished. It's quite lengthy, and I'll definitely include the part where the girls ask questions about their mama. For now, Alcina is back at the castle with the girls, unaware of her actions. Keep an eye out for part two! I'm almost done writing it.

For All Eternity - part 2

Here is the second part of For All Eternity. If you haven't read part one, you can find the link here. Masterlist

Part 1

Warning : angst

Alcina woke up with a massive hangover, a sensation she never thought she could experience. The pounding in her head was relentless, and she groaned as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night. She turned to the side of the bed where you usually slept, but it was cold and empty. Panic set in. Did you not come back home? Did you stay over at Donna's?

Slowly, Alcina got out of bed and looked down at herself. She was naked, and as fragments of memories started to resurface, her heart sank. No, she couldn't have. Did you know?

She glanced again at your side of the bed, picturing your small body cuddled up against her larger frame. The absence was palpable, a void that filled her with dread. Shaking her head, she knew she had to get ready for the day. She sat at her vanity mirror, staring at her reflection. Her eyes widened as she noticed the love bites scattered across her skin. How had she done that to you?

"What have I done?" she whispered to herself, her voice trembling with disgust and regret. She had hurt you. Did you know?

With a heavy heart, Alcina made her way down for breakfast. The moment she entered the dining room, the lively chatter of her daughters ceased, replaced by an uncomfortable silence.

"Good morning, daughters," she greeted them, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for you, but your chair was empty.

Daniela was the first to break the silence. "Mother, how could you do that to Mama?" she demanded, her voice laced with accusation. Alcina's heart sank further, her confusion evident.

"Mother, why did you do that? Mama loves you so much, you broke her heart," Cassandra added, her voice quiet and filled with sorrow. Bela watched her younger sisters, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The room was heavy with emotion, and Alcina felt the weight of her actions crushing her.

She opened her mouth to speak, to explain, but the words wouldn't come. The realization of what she had done, how deeply she had hurt you, was overwhelming. She had to find you, to make things right, but the fear of facing you, of seeing the pain in your eyes, was almost too much to bear.

Bela pulled out the letter and the ring. As soon as Alcina saw it, she knew you had heard it, you were here last night. "Here. This is from Mama. You better make it up to her," Bela said as she handed her the letter. Everyone grew quiet.

"Thank you, daughters. You are excused; you may have fun with the maids from last night... the one I was with," she said sadly. The daughters swarmed out of the room. They went off to find the maid who had hurt their mama.

Alcina went upstairs into her room. She sat at her vanity, her hands shaking. She was afraid. She opened your letter and began to read.

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My little bugs,

I love you all so dearly. I am sorry for the way things turned out. I would've loved to marry your mother, but it seems that she doesn't want me. I know that you will give this to your mother, but it's alright. Bela, remember not to push yourself too much.

Cassandra, please know that I'll be here for you—all of you—but when I'm not, go to your sisters or mother for help when you need it. Daniela, my dear, don't get into too much trouble. Don't give your mother a hard time, my dear. I'll be watching all of you for a long time, but know that I am still with you in my heart and that I love you for eternity. Nothing will keep me from loving you.

Forever, your Mama

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Alcina,

I know you are reading this. I gave you back my ring. I hope you find someone who will love you like I did. I wish you nothing but the best, my love. I wish that I could've called you my wife. Maybe there is still a little hope left for us—just maybe... or not.

Y/N

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Alcina screamed as she held your letter. "Why does everything always end like this?" she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty room. Could she get you back? Maybe you were already gone. No, she could not think like this. She would fix this.

"I'm sorry, draga mea. I will fix this, I promise," she said aloud, her fist tightly around your ring. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the letter, her heart aching with a mixture of hope and despair. She knew she had to fight for you, to make things right. With a deep breath, she resolved to do whatever it took to mend the broken pieces of her heart and win you back.

It has been a week since the incident, and the lingering sense of solitude still clings to you. As you gaze down at your empty finger, once adorned with a ring, you let out a heavy sigh and allow your thoughts to drift. How could she have betrayed you like this? Why did this have to happen to you?

"Y/N, are you up? I have breakfast for you," Miranda said as she opened the door and walked in. She put the tray of food down on your nightstand, her eyes filled with concern.

"Mother, I've been thinking..." you start, your voice trembling slightly. You want the parasite. Taking the coda would mean you would live forever and you could be by Miranda's side, never having to part from her.

"I want to take the... Caduo. I want to be by your side," you finally said, your eyes pleading with her to understand.

"No," she said sternly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"But why-"

"Because it can be dangerous, I do not know the outcome of this. I will not rush losing you," she said to you with a soft but yet stern voice, her eyes softening as she looked at you.

"But I can survive, I know I can, Mother, please," you pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice.

"No, that's the end of this," she said, her voice firm. You crossed your arms and pouted at her, hoping to sway her decision.

"That'll not work on me, little one. Now get ready and eat. We have a meeting to go to," she said as she left the room, her words echoing in your mind. You started getting ready for the day, feeling a mix of frustration and determination.

After the shower, you put on the dress that was laid out on your bed before you got up. You ate breakfast quickly, the food tasting bland compared to the turmoil in your heart. Then, you took the dirty dishes and the tray downstairs to wash them, trying to keep your mind off the conversation.

"Mother, I'm ready when you are," you shouted, your voice carrying through the house.

"Good, let's get going then," Miranda replied, her voice echoing back. You followed her, still feeling a bit frustrated but knowing that she had your best interests at heart. As you walked beside her, you couldn't help but think about the future and what it might hold for both of you.

As you and Miranda approached the imposing structure of the church, its ancient stone façade loomed above you, casting long shadows in the fading light of the evening. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to vibrate through the very ground beneath your feet. You could hear the distant echo of footsteps and hushed whispers as other attendees began to gather for the meeting. The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken urgency, as if everyone presents understood that this gathering held significant weight.

Miranda, ever vigilant and protective, turned to you with a serious expression etched across her features. “Now little one,” she said softly yet firmly, “I want you to sit next to me, alright? And stay close to me.” Her voice was laced with an intensity that made it clear she would not tolerate any deviation from her directive. You nodded in agreement, feeling a mixture of comfort and anxiety wash over you. The warmth of her presence provided a sense of security amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.

As more people began to arrive, you could feel your heart rate quicken. Each new face brought with it a wave of curiosity and apprehension. Among them were figures cloaked in mystery and authority—the four lords who were expected to preside over this meeting. Yet, despite their absence at that moment, your attention was drawn elsewhere.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden doors creaked open, and Alcina stepped into view. She had always possessed an aura of elegance and power that commanded attention; today was no different. With her striking features framed by cascading dark hair and an outfit that accentuated her commanding presence, she entered like a queen surveying her court. It was impossible not to notice her—she had an uncanny ability to draw eyes toward her.

As Alcina scanned the room, her gaze landed on you. In that instant, time seemed to slow down; your heart raced uncontrollably as emotions surged within you—a tumultuous blend of longing and fear. Memories flooded your mind: moments shared in laughter and joy juxtaposed against those filled with pain and heartbreak. You felt an overwhelming urge to run up to her, to bridge the distance between you two with a warm embrace that would erase all doubts and fears.

But Miranda’s watchful eyes remained fixed on Alcina as well; there was no mistaking the protective stance she took beside you. She would not allow Alcina’s past transgressions against your heart to repeat themselves—not while she had any say in the matter. Miranda’s grip tightened slightly on your arm as if sensing your internal struggle.

As more figures began filtering into the church—each one adding layers of complexity to this already intricate web—you could feel a collective energy building within the space. Conversations hummed quietly around you like bees buzzing in a garden full of vibrant flowers; each word exchanged carried weight and significance.

You shifted slightly in your seat next to Miranda, trying desperately to maintain focus on what lay ahead rather than getting lost in thoughts about Alcina’s piercing gaze or what it might mean for both of you moving forward.

With every passing moment leading up to this meeting—the anticipation thickening like fog rolling over hills—you knew deep down that whatever transpired here tonight would alter everything forever.

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension as the meeting finally reached its conclusion. Hours had passed, filled with discussions that ranged from strategic planning to emotional revelations. The air was heavy with anticipation, and everyone present could sense that a pivotal moment was about to unfold.

Mother Miranda stood at the forefront, her presence commanding respect and attention. Her voice broke through the murmurs as she addressed everyone gathered. “We will no longer be needing a vessel,” she declared, her tone resolute yet softened by an unexpected warmth. “I have come to realize that I can be happy with you all… and you, Y/N, you are like a daughter to me. No, you are my daughter; know that.” A small smile graced her lips, a rare display of affection that seemed to lighten the mood in the room.

With those words hanging in the air, a wave of relief washed over many of those present. The meeting had been fraught with uncertainty regarding their future roles and relationships within this complex web they had woven together. But now, it seemed there was a new beginning on the horizon—a chance for connection beyond mere obligation.

However, as people began to rise from their seats and exit the room, one figure remained still—Alcina Dimitrescu. Her towering presence loomed over the others as she approached you with purpose. Yet before she could reach you, Mother Miranda stepped forward protectively.

“Mother Miranda,” Alcina said firmly but respectfully, “may I have a word with Y/N?”

Miranda’s expression hardened slightly at Alcina’s request. “No Alcina,” she replied sternly. “After what you did to her, I simply cannot allow that.”

You felt a pang of conflict at Miranda’s words; Alcina had indeed caused you pain in the past, yet there was something about her demeanor now that intrigued you—a hint of vulnerability perhaps? You took a step forward and spoke up softly but assertively “Mother, please. Let her say what she has to.”

Miranda regarded you for a moment before relenting with an impatient sigh. “Fine,” she conceded reluctantly. “Go ahead Alcina.”

But Alcina wasn’t finished yet; her gaze shifted back to Miranda as she added earnestly, “Alone. In private. Could you please leave Mother Miranda?”

The request hung heavily in the air as both women stared each other down—two powerful figures caught in an unspoken battle of wills. You could feel your heart racing as your newfound mother glanced back at you over her shoulder for confirmation of your desire.

With a nod from you affirming your choice to speak privately with Alcina, Mother Miranda’s expression softened just slightly before she stepped aside reluctantly but resolutely.

Once alone with Alcina, an electric tension filled the space between you two—an amalgamation of past grievances and unspoken feelings swirling around like ghosts haunting an empty hall.

Alcina took a deep breath before speaking again; her voice was lower now, almost vulnerable compared to how it had been moments ago when addressing Miranda. “Y/N,” she began slowly, “I know things have been… complicated between us.” She paused for effect as if searching for the right words amidst a sea of emotions.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” Alcina continued earnestly. “What happened… What I did was wrong. I hurt you. The women I love. I don’t know what came over me.im truly sorry my love” Her eyes searched yours for understanding or perhaps forgiveness—a flicker of hope igniting within them.

You felt torn; memories flooded back—the fear and pain intertwined with moments where Alcina showed glimpses of care beneath her fierce exterior. “Why did it happen then?” You asked cautiously but firmly.

Alcina sighed deeply, the weight of years and regrets pressing heavily on her shoulders. Her eyes, usually so fierce and commanding, now seemed clouded with uncertainty and sorrow. She struggled to find the right words, fearing that anything she said might only make things worse.

"I was lost," she admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Vulnerability etched itself across her features, like delicate cracks in porcelain, threatening to shatter completely under the pressure of her emotions. "I thought power would fill this void inside me," Alcina continued, her gaze shifting away momentarily as if she were ashamed or reflecting on the choices that had brought them both to this painful moment. "I'm sorry, my love."

You stared at her, your heart aching with a mixture of anger and sorrow. "Sometimes a sorry doesn't work, Lady Dimitrescu," you replied, your voice calm but laced with a deep hurt. "You have hurt me in more than one way. I thought you loved me, Alcina. Did I do something wrong for you to fuck that maid? Did I not love you enough?"

Alcina's eyes filled with tears, her usually unshakeable demeanor crumbling before your eyes. "No, you did nothing wrong," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It was my own weakness, my own insecurities that led me astray. I thought that by exerting power, I could fill the emptiness inside me. But I was wrong, and I hurt the one person who means the most to me."

You shook your head, feeling the sting of betrayal all over again. "I think you should leave, Alcina," you said, turning on your heels and starting to walk away from her, each step feeling like a small victory over the pain she had caused.

"Please, Y/N," Alcina's voice broke through your resolve, stopping you in your tracks. "Come home. I'll do anything for your forgiveness. For your trust. For your love. I'll do anything, please come back home and give me this chance to make things right."

Her desperate plea made you pause, your heart torn between the love you once felt and the pain of her betrayal. You turned to face her, seeing the sincerity and desperation in her eyes. "I'll do anything," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

You stared at her for a long moment, the silence between you heavy with unspoken words and lingering hurt. Finally, you let out a sigh, feeling the exhaustion of your inner turmoil. "Fine," you agreed reluctantly, deciding to go back to the castle with her. "Don't make me regret this," you warned, your voice tinged with a mix of caution and vulnerability.

As you walked away to find Miranda, your mind raced with conflicting emotions, unsure of what the future held for you and Alcina. The path ahead was uncertain, but for now, you had chosen to give her one last chance.

"Mother, there's something important I need to tell you," you say as you nervously stand in front of her.

"What is it, Y/N?" she asks, giving you a curious look and glancing toward Alcina.

You take a deep breath, knowing that she might not react well to what you're about to say. "I've made a decision. I'm going back to the castle," you finally admit, watching as confusion crosses her face.

"No," she responds firmly.

"I'm sure about this, please," you plead with her, hoping she'll understand.

"Are you sure about this, little one?" she asked, her voice filled with a mixture of concern and hesitation. Her eyes darted from you to Alcina, lingering on the imposing figure behind you. The tension in the air was palpable, a heavy cloak of uncertainty and unresolved emotions.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your decision pressing down on you. "Yes, Mother," you replied, your voice steady but tinged with underlying doubt. "I know it's not going to be easy, and I know there are risks. But I need to give her one more chance. I need to see if there's still something worth saving."

Your mother's gaze softened, her expression shifting from worry to a reluctant understanding. "I see," she said quietly, her eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that words couldn't fully capture. "Just promise me you'll be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt again."

"I promise," you said, trying to reassure her as much as yourself. You turned to Alcina, who was watching the exchange with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "Let's go," you said to her, your voice firm but gentle.

As you walked away with Alcina, you felt a complex swirl of emotions—hope, fear, and cautious optimism. The path ahead was uncertain, but you were determined to face it, one step at a time.

You walked alongside Alcina as she led the way back to her carriage. She kindly offered to help you into the carriage, but you declined her assistance. She let out a heavy sigh as she closed the door after you, and the carriage began its journey to Castle Dimitrescu.

As the carriage rolled along, Alcina couldn't help but yearn to hold you close. She knew it was her fault that she had lost you. Not being able to embrace you, caress you, or even kiss you was her self-imposed punishment.

Sensing her intense gaze on you, you met her eyes with a curious expression. Upon closer observation, you noticed the weariness in her eyes and the fatigue evident in her appearance. Her restless hand fidgeted with her dress, seemingly struggling to contain the desire to touch you.

Upon arriving at the castle, you marveled at its magnificence. Though the castle had always been breathtaking, Alcina's presence surpassed its beauty, resembling a true goddess. A smile touched your lips at the mere thought.

As you stepped into the castle, the delightful sound of buzzing filled the air. Within moments, you found yourself enveloped in the warm embrace of the awaiting residents, eager to welcome you back.

"Mama, you're back!" the three of them exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with joy and relief.

"I'm back, my little bugs," you said, smiling warmly at them. "Now please, let go of me. I can't breathe!" You chuckled as their tight embrace loosened, allowing you to take a deep breath.

The girls reluctantly stepped back, their eyes still shining with happiness. "We missed you so much, Mama," one of them said, her voice tinged with emotion.

"I missed you too, my darlings," you replied, brushing a gentle hand over each of their heads. "But I'm here now, and we have plenty of time to catch up."

Just then, Alcina stepped forward, her tall figure casting a shadow over the room. "Y/N, I... can we talk?" she asked, her voice conveying urgency.

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the moment. "Off you go, girls," you told them gently. "We'll spend time together later. Right now, I need to have a conversation with your mother."

The girls pouted but obeyed, each planting a quick kiss on your cheeks before scampering off. "We'll be waiting, Mama!" they called out as they disappeared down the hallway.

You turned to Alcina, your expression serious but open. "What is it, Alcina?" you asked, your voice steady. "What do we need to talk about?"

Alcina took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. "It's about us, Y/N. About everything that's happened and what comes next."

You nodded, feeling the weight of the conversation ahead. "Alright," you said softly. "Let's talk."

Sorry y’all. I’m leaving you on a cliffhanger.

I Told You So

Lady Dimitrescu x fem reader

Note: So, I've been thinking about this idea for ages and I just couldn't get it out of my head. I couldn't resist - "Good Luck Babe" by Chappell Roan and it has been stuck in my head for so long that I had to write something. With the polls I had out y’all choose Lady Dimitrescu. Masterlist

The grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu were eerily silent as you wandered through them, the moonlight filtering through the tall, arched windows casting long shadows on the marble floors. The air was thick with an ancient, almost tangible melancholy that seemed to seep from the very walls. Alcina thought she had made the right decision about marrying her husband. She thought by doing so she would get the approval of her parents and their love, but it didn’t. The echoes of her footsteps were the only sound that accompanied her, a lonely rhythm in the vast, empty corridors.

Alcina remembered the times she had in her younger years, the carefree days filled with laughter and dreams that now seemed so distant. The haunting melody of a song echoed in her mind, each line a painful reminder of the choices she had made. The song's words wrapped around her heart like a cold, unrelenting grip, refusing to let go.

"When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night," she had woken up in the middle of the night and looked at the clock on her wall. The room was bathed in a soft, silvery glow from the moonlight streaming through the window. She carefully got up so as not to wake her husband and looked at him. He lay there, oblivious to her turmoil, his presence a constant reminder of her regrets. She didn’t know how he ended up in her bed in her room but he did. “With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife.” Putting her head in her hands, she felt the cool metal ring on her face and pulled her head out of her hands to look at it with sadness. The ring, once a symbol of love and promise, now felt like a shackle. All she was to her husband was a possession and nothing more. She owned the castle he lived in and acted like he owned it.

The nights were long and lonely, filled with a sense of emptiness that she could never quite shake. The silence of the castle was oppressive, pressing down on her like a physical weight. The grand rooms, once filled with joy and life, now felt like a prison. Each corner of the castle held memories of a life that could have been, a life that was now out of reach.

But here, in the castle, things were different. The walls that once offered protection now seemed to close in on her, suffocating her with their cold indifference. The chandeliers, with their flickering candlelight, cast eerie shadows that danced mockingly on the walls. The portraits of her ancestors seemed to watch her with judgmental eyes, their silent reproach a constant reminder of her failures.

As she wandered through the halls, Alcina felt a deep, aching loneliness. The grandeur of the castle, with its opulent decorations and lavish furnishings, only served to highlight the void in her heart. She longed for the warmth of genuine love, the kind of love that could fill the emptiness inside her. But all she had were the cold, unfeeling walls of Castle Dimitrescu and the haunting melody of a song that echoed endlessly in her mind.

“And when you think about me, all of those years ago, you're standing face to face with 'I told you so.'" The voice rang in her head. The memory of you begging her not to marry him and stay with you, to build a life together away from people and away from her parents but she had refused. You had warned her about the life she was choosing, about the man she was marrying. But she hadn't listened. She had been young and naive and didn’t want to let down her parents, thinking maybe they would approve of her after she got married. Now, as she wandered the empty hall of the castle, the weight of her choices bore down on her.

The grand tapestries that adorned the walls seemed to mock her with their depictions of happier times, scenes of love and joy that now felt like cruel reminders of what she had lost. The flickering candlelight cast long, wavering shadows, creating an almost ghostly ambiance that made her feel even more isolated. Each step she took echoed through the vast, empty corridors, a lonely sound that mirrored the emptiness inside her heart.

Standing in front of your door, she hesitated to knock. Her hand hovered in the air, trembling with uncertainty. She lifted her hand to knock and stopped, her heart pounding in her chest. The silence of the night was deafening, and she could hear the faint rustle of the wind outside the castle walls. Finally, she pulled out enough courage to do so, her knuckles barely making a sound against the heavy wooden door. She didn’t know if you were up, but she had to see you, had to try and find some solace in the one person who had always understood her.

You couldn't fall asleep after all these years she had been married. You still loved her, the ache in your heart a constant reminder of the life you had once dreamed of together. The nights were long and restless, filled with thoughts of what could have been. When you heard the knock at your door, you wondered who it could be. Knocking in the middle of the night was unusual, and a sense of unease settled over you as you got up from your bed.

Opening your door, you found yourself standing face to face with Alcina. Her eyes were filled with a mix of sorrow and regret, her once confident demeanor now replaced with a vulnerability that took you by surprise. The air between you was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The sight of her standing there, so close yet so distant, stirred a whirlwind of feelings within you.

"Alcina," you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet of the night. The years of separation seemed to melt away in that moment, leaving only the raw, unfiltered emotions that had been buried for so long. The castle, with all its grandeur and opulence, faded into the background as you stood there, face to face with the woman you had never stopped loving.

You looked at Alcina and said the words you had spoken to her years ago when she had first told you about her marriage even though you two were together. You looked at her with sadness and understanding. “You know I hate to say, 'I told you so,'" you said softly, your voice carrying a hint of regret. "But I told you so."

Alcina gazed at you with a mix of sorrow and longing, her eyes welling up with tears as she tenderly reached out to gently cradle your face. "I understand," she murmured softly. "I wish things could have been different." With a heartfelt embrace, she drew you close.

"It's alright, Alcina. You followed your heart," you reassured her with a bittersweet smile, holding her tightly. "I’m leaving," you revealed.

Alcina nodded sadly, withdrawing from the embrace. "But why?" Her voice quivered, barely audible, filled with a blend of fear and anguish.

"I can't bear to stay here any longer. It pains me to see you with him, Alcina. My love for you remains, making it unbearable to witness you with him," you expressed quietly as you turned away, walking towards the balcony. The frigid night air stung your skin, and the stars overhead seemed to jeer at your suffering with their distant, indifferent glimmer.

Following you, Alcina's soft footsteps echoed softly against the stone floor. "I understand. I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you that day, but I..." Alcina's voice faltered, her words breaking as she struggled to articulate her emotions. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, reflecting the moonlight.

You turned around and pulled her into an embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against yours despite the chill in the air. “Alcina, I love you. I will always love you,” you told her, your voice filled with a mixture of love and heartache. She held you closer, and you felt her shoulders shake as she began to cry, her tears soaking into your shirt.

Alcina managed to relax and tell you, “I love you too. I’ve always loved you,” she finally said after all those years. Her voice was raw with emotion, each word a testament to the depth of her feelings. How could she forget her first love?

You stood there together, the world around you fading into the background. The castle walls seemed to close in, creating an intimate cocoon where only the two of you existed. The night was silent except for the sound of Alcina’s quiet sobs and the steady beat of your heart. In that moment, you both understood that love, no matter how complicated or painful, was the one constant that had always connected you.

“Perhaps in a another universe, we could be united," you whispered gently. "Yet, across every lifetime, I would seek you out, and I will forever be yours, for I, Y/N L/N, belong to you, Alcina.” Alcina held you tighter as you spoke these words to her.

Alcina gazed lovingly into your eyes and whispered, "And I belong to you, Draga mea. I am yours and always have been." Her bittersweet smile hinted at the depths of her emotions. Holding you close, she knew that this moment would mark the end. She harbored a secret hope that in another lifetime, you would belong to her and her alone, just as she would belong to you.

Lol I was reading "I told you so" while listening to Phantasmata | Rain by Regnum Umbrae and let me tell you the beginning fit so much that I felt I was in that castle, with how you described it + the background song.

No way! That seems like the perfect timing and everything. I remember doing the same thing, just with a different fanfic. It was so good. I'm so glad you like it! I have been trying new things and it's been great writing. It's so fun, especially writing for you all. You all are the reason I write. It's always fun to see little comments and requests. But I do have something better to tell you. And guess what? I might just be working on the second part of "I Told You So."

Hey! I'm also taking requests for RE7 and RE8 and also for Leon Kennedy. If you have any , don't be shy and bring 'em. It will be much appreciated 💫

I love when they argue it's my fave entertainment 💖💖

Alci afterwards:

And look who I got yesterday

She also has a tiny rose <3

She's just sittin in the corner like: wtf??

Istg he is one of the biggest dorks of all time prove me wrong

Heisenberg is moody

Pouty face 'N all

I need someone to draw her in a shirt of this

Daniela is sad bc alci wouldn't let her eat another maid :(

I don't remember if I've posted this before but heisenberg has such a big ego it's as big as grimace

She be having a mini meltdown

This wasn't the first incident either..

They prolly fought all the time when they were younger (they still do)

Sorry for being gone 4 a while i didn't feel like charging my phone :P