ALCINA'S POV
It had been a few days since the rest of your family had left, and today was you and Y/N's anniversary. It felt like you'd been together more than a year, sometimes it felt like you'd knowm her all your life. Though it was impossible that you could have since you were so much older than her and you are technichally immortal. You gazed at Y/N sleeping soundly on her stomach, the blanket covering just below her shoulder blades. You could see a portion of the tattoo on her back... Decaying angel wings and moon phases, a perfect representation of them. You had seen most of her tattoos but not enough to really look at them since there was just so much to look at so you took the chance whenever you possibly could. You wondered about the meanings of them all, etched into their skin forever as memories. Realizing the time, you gently shook her awake to start the day together.
Happy anniversary, love.- You told her smiling.
Happy anniversary to you too babe.- Y/N said, grumbling.
What would you like to do today, we can do anything you wish.- You asked, opening the curtains.
Let's just spend time together, i'm happy with whatever.- They said, yawning.
If that's what you want to do sweetheart, we can do that. Breakfast should be here in a few minutes so you might want to get a shirt on.- You told her.
Got it.- She said, giving you a thumbs up and heading into the bathroom.
Y/N just threw some sweatpants and a t-shirt on and got back into bed, going to check her phone for messages. Breakfast came delivered shortly after and you both sat in bed together, sipping your coffee and munching on toast and fruit, both of you still groggy.
So, Y/N, I want to hear about your tattoos and piercings.- You told her, taking the last swig of your coffee.
I thought you would have heard enough when your family was here, they asked soo many questions.- She told you, giggling.
No, I want to really look at them, and I want to hear the stories and meanings and to truly listen.- You told her seriously.
Oh, ok but it might take awhile.- She says finishing her toast.
I have all the time in the world.- You assure her.
Y/N starts going through everything, beginning at her neck. Telling you that the barbed wire was for her struggles with mental health as a teen, and her sternum's moth, which was for her own freedom after leaving her parents, and the roses on her pelvis for self love. Then she goes into detail on her sleeves and all the different parts that merged into one, and her legs as she tells you about the signatures from her favorite singers and little bits from movies and music. Then she tells you about all of her piercings and when she got them or where she got them, some she had friends do or did them herself which amazed you on the fact that they all healed and didn't get infected. You sat and listened for what felt like hours, running your hands across the ink etched into her skin feeling as though you finally understood everything about Y/N. It wasn't long after she started telling you about the tattoos on her ankles when Astrid knocked on the door to bring you lunch.
Come in.- Both of you said in unison.
What's up Y/N, I brought you two some sandwiches and cookies.- Astrid said, setting the tray down on your nightstand.
Oh, not much. Just telling alcina the stories about some of my tattoos and piercings.- Y/N tells her.
Ooh nice, I havent seen much of the ones on your legs.... whos signatures are those?- Astrid asked her, setting down the drinks.
They're just signatures from my favorite singers, I bought vip tickets just to meet them, then I got them tattooed the next day.- She explained.
Wow, that's some serious dedication I don't ever buy vip, it's way too pricey for my liking...even when I went to see my favorites.- Astrid told her.
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Heaven and Hell- Lady Dimitrscu X Fem Reader
Fanfiction(COVER ART IS NOT MINE) At this point it's just a relaxed story that doesn't really have a specific direction right now besides you and lady d being a fantastic lesbian power couple. (I am taking chapter requests and ideas for the storyline)