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It’s my own personal belief/theory that the village does not celebrate Christmas or the typical American holidays and instead have their own built around the lords and Mother Miranda so here’s
Reader introducing the Lords to Christmas
* all are treated as romantic
Alcina Dimitrescu
Alcina is the only one of the lords (canonically, as far as we know) that isn’t from the village and is most likely from America or somewhere else in Europe so she certainly knows about Christmas it’s not anything new to her. She’s probably even done a Christmas Jazz album from her singing days. But it’s been years since she celebrated it.
So when you bring up the idea of celebrating Christmas with your love, she is surprisingly into the idea. Granted it will be no different from the typical winter festival in the village and castle but what’s a few decorated firs and extra ribbon gonna hurt.
Alcina is a horrifically wonderful gift giver. She pays close attention to you whether you know it or not and always knows the perfect gift for any occasion. She gives big and sentimentally in ways that you yourself didn’t even know you liked something. Plus it’s expensive.
When you teach her daughters about Christmas they are all into the idea. Krampus and Dirty Santa/White Elephant being their favorite Christmas traditions. Plus hot cocoa. They’d kill for it. Just… don’t get your mug mixed with theirs… they add blood as an extra ingredient.
Alcina’s favorite thing is playing Christmas songs remembers on the piano for you with you humming or singing along. She’s still very much musical and loves sharing her hobby with you. A little holiday twist makes it even more special.
Donna Beneviento
Donna is a little apprehensive when you first mention Christmas to her. She doesn’t understand it entirely but she’s willing to learn. And once she figures it out? She becomes a huge Christmas freak.
She loves to create things and is very crafty besides doll work so Donna has her house decked to the nines in pretty garland, lights, cranberry and popcorn strings, paper chains, her dolls even have festive dresses. Angie is a huge fan of the glitter. She loves whenever she can get her hands on it and will sprinkle it throughout the house.
So I hope you like glitter.
Donna is eager for you to teach her everything about Christmas. She thinks it’s such a beautiful holiday and loves all the decorations. Doing up a tree is her favorite part. Especially to do with you. Handmade and special ornaments with your names on them.
Her second activity is baking different dishes with you. Sweet, savory, her favorite recipes, your favorites- everything! Christmas is her new favorite holiday.
Salvatore Moreau
Once again, Sal is a Christmas newbie. He’s apprehensive similar to Donna but rather because he’s so loyal to the village’s holidays that he was raised on rather than it being so unknown.
But! You’ve celebrated all his favorite things with him in the past so he decides to give this Christmas thing a shot.
He may not be into the decorations or the cooking but he loves all the fun songs that you teach to him. The silly ones about this Santa Claus man and the reindeer, especially the red nosed one.
His ultimate favorite is the porcelain light up Christmas village.
Sal starts to collect (and even try his hand at making his own) porcelain houses and people. He’ll ask for your thoughts on it and different ideas on what to do with it.
Karl Heisenberg
Karl does not give you a chance to tell him about Christmas. He asks you before you can bring it up. He’s so desperate to know about things outside of the village, he’s just barely picked up radio stations, read books, and seen a few movies before mentioning Christmas. Not to mention a few of the other big holidays as well. So Karl asks you about them all.
Christmas rolls around and he’s more or less all in. He’s not as ooohed and awed by the decorations or cooking (but he’s happy to step back and let you so that if you want and he’d certainly participate if you asked him to, he’d do anything for you).
However- he is wildly into light displays.
Especially if he can make them himself.
Yeah he’s big into lights on your home (or the factory), full Christmas Vacation Clark Griswold esc, so many lights your power supply is going to be straining…
But he likes the 2D (sometimes 3D) light displays that he can make himself and attach lights to make cool pictures and animations. With you as his creative muse of course. He doesn’t know as much about Christmas so he’s relying on you and your expertise to direct him. And it’s another way to spend time with you while he works.
Mother Miranda
While Mother Miranda is from the village, she’s existed long before the lords and was part of the time when the village still celebrated national holidays. She’s only somewhat familiar with modern traditions due to seeking out further technology and help in her experiments so she’s spent time outside the village.
She’s not exactly thrilled when you bring it up. She cares for you dearly but Christmas? It’s been so long, she barely partakes in the new celebrations the villagers made up for her and her lords, Christmas was Eva’s favorite….
You have your ways and convince her regardless, just at least to take a small break from working so tirelessly. Compromise is a huge thing in a relationship with Miranda, often meeting in the middle between something and nothing at all.
Miranda no longer cares for holiday specific tradition or decorations or food or games- a silently left (simple yet surprisingly heartfelt) gift being left behind on a table for you one morning is more her speed.
Her secret favorite Christmas activity is sharing stories with you that she grew up on- Christmas folk tales that floated around the village every year over a century ago. A history that she’s likely the last to remember. It’s very special to her to get to share it with you.
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alcina. (belonging)
fem. reader
you are an angel amongst mountains of silk.
the soft of your hair rests loosely, untied or tucked, flyaways aplenty from the static of her sofa pillows surrounding your tiny, wonderful body. the nightgown you wear, deep, dark as freshly pressed wine, sits low upon your shoulders, exposing delicate, supple skin waiting, wishing to be devoured. she almost hoped you meant it a distraction, mischief hidden beneath innocence. but you watch her dress for her family meeting with earnest, curious eyes, no such gleam of trouble anywhere to be found.
alcina adored you.
“pet, don’t you have some resting to do?” she says, a trace of tease in her strong voice. she stands before her dressing mirror, catching your eyes in the reflection. her hands smooth the sides of her dress, white as snow, her tint of skin, taking pleasure in how eagerly your gaze follows. “i won’t be long, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
your chin lays tilted on the settee’s armrest, a sideways view still plenty pleasing. she feels your eyes linger on her undone face, her natural self on display. alcina pretends not to notice.
“may i help you with your makeup?” you ask.
she turns to you, shocked. her expression must betray otherwise, or be more severe than she’d realized, for you shrink back and avert your eyes away. “oh, i’m sorry, i’ve misspoken—”
alcina is quick to wave you off, tutting her apology. “my dear, you surprised me, is all. i thought you liked watching me apply.”
“i do! it’s-it’s just…” you say, blinking up at her like a cherub from a renaissance capture, sweet and rosy. “at the very least, i’d like to choose a lipstick for you, if it’s quite alright.”
there’s a familiar pull of skin, crinkles and laughlines accompanying her ardent smile. “come now, it’s more than alright.”
her powder smells of rosewater and talc. it falls like stardust upon you, landing on dolce lips and fluttering lashes.
it is commonplace for alcina to situate you on her lap as she goes about her makeup routine, a process long enough to warrant your presence being. the time is spent watching her work, holding brushes or palates for her to choose between, and the occasional touch of lips exchanged.
you know to be patient, and keep still.
with a final run of a brush over her eyelids, she seals the look of her part, taking a moment to examine herself in her vanity’s reflection. she tries not to chuckle at the way you squirm with excitement, now knowing the finishing touch was all yours to claim. she calms you with a hand brushing over your waist. with the other, she reveals to you her drawer packed full with lip colors of every kind, from the peachiest pink to the deepest violet.
“the honors, girl.”
you trace indecisive lines over bullets of every size and shape. you worry for time, shown through quivering hands, but alcina’s touch splayed across your back is patient, watchful. she’s enjoying this, your eager, careful wish of adorning her. time taken is for her sake.
you uncap a bullet to find a bright, fiery shade of scarlet.
“this one.” you decide, holding it up for her to see. “if it’s all the same to you, mistress.”
she nods an approval, then eyes you with a calm, amused smile. “you know i trust you’ll see me off best, dear.”
you swivel around in her lap, until your legs hang over her thighs, your little arms steadying yourself with the help of her wide, powerful shoulders. alcina does not miss how longingly you gaze at her décolletage, how the static white of her skin differs from yours. her large hands settle themselves upon your thighs, your nightgown exposing the soft, sensitive flesh with the lift of your movements.
she smells the heat of blood pulsing between your ribs.
“may i?” you ask, in a breathless sort of voice.
“please do, lest i arrive fashionably late.”
the gentle way you cup her face almost makes her laugh. you, with hands the size of rosebuds, your very being no larger than one of beneviento’s dolls. with concentration lacing your brow you focus on dotting her lips alight, creamy color bright against her skin. it resembles greatly the bite of blood, or the homemade wine she tastes of. it takes all you have not to lean in for one.
“you’re lovely.” you say, meek as a lamb. you click the bullet in place with a snap, holding it up for alcina to take. she does, but clasps her hand around your arm for a good while.
“such a sweetheart.” she purrs, eyes crinkling with her signature dazzle. “i won’t be long, you hear? but i still want you in bed by the time i get back. rest, rest, rest.” with the same hand alcina lowers you to the ground, paying another look at her reflection before standing upright. she watches you, raising a brow, until you scurry off and up her bed, showing your usual obedience. she has no reason to worry.
“be safe, mistress.” you whisper beneath velvet and lace.
alcina beams with a grin of pleasure. “always.”
her bedroom doors slam close behind the exit of her gargantuan being.
with a loud click, they are locked shut.
#alcina dimitrescu#resident evil 8 imagines#resident evil imagines#resident evil village#resident evil 8#re imagine#resident evil#re8 village#re8 imagine#alcina dimitriscu x reader#b….big lady#ma’am? i mean mommy? i mean ma’am? i mean#writing this giant woman made me want to write for bayonetta LMAO#giant ladies = very nice#also would love to write for re3r jill soon…she’s so so pretty#don’t even get me started on carlos tho 👀#YOOOO also dbd ada looks kinda 👀👀 ma’am i mean ma’am i mean#female reader
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Sneaky Alpha
This is a part of the Alpha series.
A/N- This man literally steals my heart every time I write for him. Help.I’m sorry for my grammar mistakes, my main language isn’t English.
Request from- @mxrsviper I really hope you like it, honey <3
Warnings- daddy kink, dom/sub, smut, fingering, oral (male receiving ) , praise kink
Summary- Reader has been with the Chris’ squad for 2 years now and Chris is slowly loosing control over her. He is so touch starved that he can’t help but find himself touching her in the middle of their workout sessions.
The desire to belong somewhere. To be ruled by someone, to put order in your life, to help people or in other words , to save the world. This is something you had seen and wanted from your father since you were little. But the most important was the trauma you went through. Your mother died when you were very young, and you were so enamored of your father that saving people like him was just amazing for you to wear the gorgeous matte and black yet stylish outfits he wore. After your father died in an office where he served, all you had left of him was to do the things he did, which was actually what you wanted since you were little.
Your father worked in many places, but he was not always successful. Either he was fired or his life was put at great risk, as in the last assignment. You didn't stay in one place too long because you didn't want the same thing to happen to you. But you finally found the place where you wanted to stop.
The day you went on vacation with your friends was like a dungeon again. People were running around, shouting and not stopping. At that moment, you remembered what your father did. What you wanted. That's when it hit you. Now was your turn.
After you let the people calm down for a while, you took them to a safe place, and a few hours later , the supervisiors arrived, which you would have never guessed would change your life. The friendliest of them all, Emily, codename Tundra, worked hard to get you into the Hound Wolf Squad. Apparently their leader didn't immediately fully trust a person, but the others in the group instantly warmed up to you and formally begged their leader - Chris - to join the group.
You were content with a few things you got from your father, although you didn't have much ingenuity. You were someone who knew how to use a gun, how to use a knife, and how to be serious when appropriate. Chris was looking for just such a person. Although the man couldn't quite make up his mind right away, he eventually gave up and after a little practice, he realized that you were reliable and recruited you to his team.
Your courage, your reliability, your seriousness when appropriate, your funny jokes, your beauty seemed to had fascinated him. He never told you that he noticed these in you, but even though the serious expression on his face was hanging on, you could notice that those eyes were shining when he looked at you.
You had another exercise that day, and you rushed out of your dorm room so you wouldn't be late. Frankly, you were a little afraid of Chris. Maybe there was a soft disposition under his angry expression, but still you tried your best. The man's gaze on you was too obvious to ignore. Sometimes you wondered if the others were noticing it, too. You wanted to ask Emily this, but you thought it wouldn't be appropriate, so you dismissed the idea.
“Y/N focus. “ You were snapped out of your thoughts by Chris' harsh tone and immediately shook yourself off and continued your workout. You had to work even harder that day because you were going on a new missions a few days later. Chris said that this task was not easy at all, and he emphatically recommended that you renew your energy. As if that was very possible because of him.
“Yes, sir. I'm sorry. “
You had decided to warm up a bit before moving on to another exercise machine. After completing your warm-up by taking deep breaths, you went to the dumbbells and took the one that suits you.
“ You have to take it right, Y/N or you'll hurt yourself. “As Chris spoke, you lifted your face from the dumbbell and looked at the man in front of you. Sometimes you wanted to erase that knowledgable expression on his face, and sometimes you would curse yourself for helping you and thinking about it. The man just wanted to help. He was helping you the most, or that was another matter, of course.
“ Here, let me show you. Bend down on a squat position. “ You did what he said. He took the dumbbells in his hand without any difficulty and went behind you and stretched your arms to both sides. “Just take one, now. “ You staggered with the weight of the dumbbell in your hand, but you managed to stay stable again. “ Now this one. “ When you took them both in your hands and stretched out in front of you, he hit you on the shoulder. He stepped forward to see how you were doing.
This was a position that you struggled with, but did not stop working in even though you were struggling. It might had looked easy when Chris was doing it, but it wasn't easy when you were doing it. Gritting your teeth, you pulled the dumbbells up. You suddenly threw the dumbbell to the ground and groaned in pain, as the pain came from the muscle in your right arm. “ You haven't fully healed, huh? What did I tell you, Y/N? I told you- “ “ You told me to do this one after I healed completely, sir. Yeah I know. I'm sorry. “
“ Stop saying sorry and drop it. You can do it another time. “ You nooded your head and slowly lowered the dumbbell in your other hand to the floor, not like the other one. Since you injured your right arm in the last mission, your arm was continuing to hurt and cramps excruciatingly. You, on the other hand, continued without heeding it, but this did not escape the leader's notice. Nothing escaped his notice.
“ Come here. I'll show you what else you can do. “After following him into the middle of the room you pulled back a little when you saw him picking up his boxing gloves. How did he expect you to hit him? After he handed you the gloves, he slipped the thick sheets over his fingers and clapped hands together. “ Since you're sensitive on your right hand, I figured you might do something like this. It's just a practice to see how you're doing with it in case something happens on a mission. You can get wounded or worse. “ He was right, but you've never hit a big body like him until now.
“ How is she even supposed to hit you, boss? You're basically a rock. “ You and the other members laughed at this thing from your team, but Chris just rolled his eyes. “ You keep going, Y/N. “
You took a deep breath and took one last look at the burly man in front of you and swung your solid arm at him. When he pulled back, it caused you to stumble forward. You did not give up and continued. Every time you swung an arm, he would either back off or let you hit him. That stupid grin on his face never ceased. You already knew you had done something wrong the last time you swung your arm at him because instead of hitting his arm, your arm was somehow aiming for his nose. The man staggered back in pain and dropped the sheets he was holding onto the floor, clutching his nose.
The other members were not alarmed at all, smiling at you, watching with curiosity what would be his next step. They had a reason to laugh. They knew their leader very well.
“ S-Sir I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- ” Before you could even get close to him and see what's wrong, he grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, quickly laying you down hard. The members' laughter sounded from his side. Again, you managed to be disgraced in front of Alpha. Once again, you realized that it was difficult to beat him. You groaned in pain as you fell hard to the ground, and you tried to get up, but you couldn't succeed. Chris came to your head and bowed.
“ Don't ever let your guard down, girl, understand? “ You looked angrily and took his outstretched hand, letting him lift you. But he didn't know you had a game too. When he least expected it, you moved your elbow to the most sensitive part of his stomach. He pulled back and squirmed so you quickly jumped on top of him and sat on his stomach. You didn't actually plan this now. It had been your dream for a long time to knock the man down. Knock him down, sit on him, and touch his shield swelling. It was something that would have been the last if no one had been there at that very moment.
“ I'm sorry, Chris but I had to. “ You snickered, winked. Just as you were about to get up, he grabbed your waist and knocked you down again with the same intensity as he had just done. He didn't hold his arms on you, put them on either side of you and tried to get support from there. “ Sorry, Y/N but I had to. “He never knew the effect hehad on you. How much you wanted to touch him, to take his face in your hands and press your lips to his.
If there was one thing you didn't know, it was that Chris felt the same way. The man hadn't interfered with you much until now, his hands were always at his sides, either waiting for you to touch him or just standing there doing nothing.
You couldn't help but stare when you saw how his swelling was swelling up when he was on top of you. It was noticeable, you had to admit.
He got up without saying a word and quickly walked out the exit door. The door slammed shut behind him and you just stood there and watched him go.
“Well, that was weird. “ said Emily. She came up to you and grabbed you by the arms. After thanking her, you decided to leave the room and take a shower. This gravitational pull between you had suffocated you enough and you needed some relief.
You entered the shower area of the room and slowly began to take off your clothes. Your face was still red from the fact that you were facing Chris. The pain between your legs wasn't helping much either. Even if you tried to erase that moment from your mind, you could not succeed. His muscular body above you made you let go. Touching those muscles, his body and kissing him madly.
You jumped when the door suddenly opened. When you turned around naked, you saw Alpha standing there with her dick swollen and his eyes wide. You took a step back and stopped. He walked slowly towards you, didn't say anything, just grabbed your waist and pressed you against him. You could now feel the cock between your legs.
“ Do you even realize what you do to me? “ he said at last. You shook your head no, waiting for him to speak. “ I've been waiting for you to come to me, to touch me. Oh yeah I've waited for you for so long. “ When you heard what the Leader said, you couldn't believe it. You didn't want to believe it. All this time, you had always been chasing him, doing what he wanted, being at his disposal, and didn't you realize that he wanted you? “ You didn't give me sign. I- " " I didn't give you a sign? Here.” He took your hand in his big ones and brought it to his swelling. “ Isn't that enough for you? “
“ C-Chris, I don't know what to say. “
“ Don't say anything, baby. Just let me touch you. Please “ The man closed his eyes in pain. He wanted you to touch him so much that he almost exploded there. No, you were never idle to your leader. Someone would have to be a fool not to see his charm. You did everything in your power to make him appreciate you, to praise you. You knew that when he praised you, the twitching and the pain between your legs increased. You've wanted him for a long time.
“ I've waited for you too, Sir. “ He chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead. You brought your hand, still above the swelling, up a little and lowered the zipper. You knelt down and unfastened his belt in slow motions, as if tormenting him. You couldn't believe your eyes when you eagerly pulled down his pants with his boxer. It was bigger than you thought. “ Take it like a good girl, Y/N. come on. “ You nodded and brought your hands to his cock and picked it up. How big it was in your little hands, and it was so swollen.
You put your mouth to the tip, started sucking, and occasionally gave small kisses. When you felt ready, you opened your mouth and took it in your mouth. The veins on his cock that was in your mouth were pulsing and he was almost begging to come.
“ Oh shit. Yes Y/N , keep going. That's a good girl. “ You groaned against it without removing the bigness inside your mouth. The vibration just hit his dick and he snarled. “ Fuck doll, you're doing so good for me. “ You didn't take your mouth off him once. You continued to suck. The saliva that accumulated in your mouth began to flow down your chin and bother you. You didn't care. You sighed and took a deep breath when you knew from the trembling legs that Chris was going to ejaculate. Chris pulled the wet hair out of your way.
“ Come here, little one. Let me pleasure you. “You stood up and let Chris pick you up and sit you on the sink. “ Do you allow me? “ You nodded, but that wasn't enough for Chris. “Speak up, girl. Let me hear you. “ “Y-Yes sir. Please touch me. “ He pulled his trousers down, took it off at his ankles, and threw it across a room. “ Ass up. “ You watched with great impatience as you lifted your hips a little higher and pulled off your panties. You needed those fingers right in that moment. You brought your hands to his and pressed into your warmth. “Please Sir. “
“ Please what, Y/N? ”
“ Please touch me sir. “
“What's my name, little one? come on. You can do better than Sir. I know it “ Even though there were many names you made up for him, you knew a name that suited him very well. It was a name that portrayed his dominance. “ Please daddy. Please touch me daddy, please. He pressed his lips to yours, leaned over and unable wait any longer. His kiss wasn't soft, but rather hasty and sensual, as if he was now taking his pain out because he hadn't touched you in a long time.
He held his middle finger right to your hole. You pushed your hips up against him, as if wanting more. “ Shhh baby. It's okay. Be patient. “ No, you couldn't be patient. You couldn't be patient with that man's finger right in your hole. You wanted more, so you were impatient. You wanted him too much. insanely. “ No daddy please, I want it now. “ you said, pursing your lips. Chris let out a curse under his breath and slowly inserted his finger, afraid to hurt you. He was so different from the other men that his fingers were huge, almost filling you. But he knew you couldn't be satisfied with just one finger.
Your moans increased as he started move his finger back and forth, and you turned your head towards the chest of the big man who was now right next to you. You laid your head on him. Your hands did not stay in one place. Going a little further, poking his muscles from under his shirt, you lifted his shirt halfway up and planted kisses.
“Daddy I'm gonna cum. “
“Go on baby. Cum for me. Cum for daddy. “ You came hard after those sexy and flattering words. Chris took his fingers away from you, brought them directly to his cock, pumped a little, then rubbed up and down your clit to prepare you. It felt so good that you closed your eyes and focused only on the moment. “ Open your eyes and look at me. “ You have opened your eyes to your command. You looked down and realized that Chris was right in your hole, trying to get inside. He didn't need to be so gentle. You wanted him to break you.
“ C-Chris please. Don't tease me. “As you said that, he rushed inside of you, you both groaned at the same time and threw your head back. He placed kisses on your open neck and moved towards your mouth, pressing his lips to yours. Although his tides were slow at first, he later began to increase his speed.
“ You're so tight, babygirl. But your pussy was totally made for me, right? You're daddy's girl, right baby. “ You nodded enthusiastically. The man's size was better than you had imagined, it felt better. You were ecstatic, and the only sound in the room could be your bodies colliding, your moans, and the occasional growls of Chris. You were getting horny with his voice.
“ Are you close, little one? Yeah you're close. I know babygirl. You're doing so good. “
You were delirious with pleasure as he praised you. You brought your hands behind his hips, causing him to press himself harder on you. Chris must have realized this because he sped up even faster, pushing himself back even further and quickly reentering. While he was continuing this, it was very soon for both of you to have your orgasms.
“ I'm close. Are you? “ he asked breathlessly. “Yes Sir I'm about to cum. Please make me cum. “ He came out one last time, shoved it back in, then groaned loudly. You both ejaculated at the same time. He poured his milk into you and came out. Despite you being terribly sweaty, he pressed his forehead to yours to breathe, placing his hands on your hips and staying like that for a while, until a door knock.
“Hey Y/N, you there? We have to talk. “After hearing the voice, you broke up immediately. With your legs trembling, you put on your sweaty clothes that you had taken off to take a shower, albeit with difficulty, and turned to Chris. “ So…”
“ I was serious of what I had said earlier, Y/N. I really wanted you and I want you. ”
“ I know. I want you too, Chris. “ He laughed and after kissing your lips for the last time, he stepped into one of the shower stalls and watched you leave.
Yes, Chris really wanted you for a long time, and seeing you and not being able to touch you was making him horny. Every time he looked at you, ignoring that swelling caused him to curse himself. It was too bad for him to be on the same team and not be able to declare his love for you, but now he knew that at least you wanted him. The feelings were mutual.
With a sigh of relief, he eft the room and entered the men's shower area. He was stunned by what he saw.
“ Well Captain. Looks like you have a thing for that girl after all,huh? “
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Imagine the Duke bandaging up your wounds
“Ah-ah-ouch!” you yelped when the man poured a generous amount of alcohol on your open wound, washing away the gore and blood and disinfecting it.
A wild lycanthrope attacked you while you were minding your own business, harvesting the last cabbages of the season. It was outrageous. The beasts were supposed to stay out of the village, hunting outside of the visible grounds. They became more daring and hungrier with each passing day. Despite an agreement between mother Miranda and the citizens of the village, Heisenberg obviously did not care about his monsters' whereabouts and gave zero fucks about the harm they caused.
And that’s how you ended up in the carriage of the local merchant—the Duke. The man, the legend, the mystery. He did not only let you into the safety of his little cart, but also kindly offered to bandage your injury. All for free. You would be lying if you said his gentle touch and kind words were not welcomed, even before this whole nasty situation with werewolves.
When Duke tightened the fabric around the wound, a sharp pain struck your arm and you hissed at the feeling. You wanted to be stoic; you wanted him to think that you were tougher than you looked, but being an ordinary human, you couldn’t help but show your discomfort. The merchant winced as if he himself was in pain and patted your hand gently. He did not want to cause you more pain, but it was necessary.
“Oh, you poor little thing.” He cooed soothingly and stroked your cheek with his free hand. You hoped he did not notice how your breath hitched at the contact. “Those things hurt you pretty bad. I must have a word with Lord Heisenberg about his pets.”
The slight hint of anger in his voice warmed your insides and made the pain slowly melt away. It was touching that he cared enough for you, a simple customer, as he called all of the villagers, to feel something and even confront one of the lords on your behalf. It was tempting to think he gave you special treatment, but you guessed he would be kind enough to treat any of the villagers like that. Of course, you would never dare be so bold to actually ask about it, giving preference to simply basking in the feeling.
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attempt to return to normalcy
#ethan winters#karl heisenberg#wintersberg#resident evil#resident evil fanart#rebhfun#resident evil village#resident evil 8#re8#seriously speaking i cant imagine ethan surviving re8 and then getting another IT job 😭#bro got moved to europe and lived there in paranoia for 3 years before his paranoia got proved RIGHT#ethan can be a stay at home dad and go to therapy 😭#i also think if ethan survived re8 he would be a bit of a helicopter parent#i think he would be so terrified to leave rose#he carries the baby monitor with him everywhere :(
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if we're going with the theory that heisenberg is the one who put out and marked the ammo boxes with the yellow paint (we are) based on the fact that said paint is the same paint used for the signs heisenberg put up to taunt ethan
exhibit a: crate
exhibit b: the 'this way papa' sign
Then we can ALSO assume that he is the little bastard rodent who hid all of the shit in the fancy pots around the castle when alcina wasn't looking
#pls imagine him just scurrying around like a weird hobo squirrel#gotta protec the husband#re8#resident evil#resident evil village#karl heisenberg#ethan winters#wintersberg#heisenwinters
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Fav father daughter duo ✨️❄️
#art#resident evil 8#resident evil#re8#resident evil village#i think they should've done a face reveal for Ethan in the dlc btw#i know we already know what his face looks like but i feel like story wise it would've made sense for him to be able to show his face#in the mold dimension. like. he's already dead. his things over#he has sparkle powers now he's not fucked up anymore#kind of#anyway#ethan winters#rose winters#the dlc felt a bit short but like. its a dlc. so is to be expected#i wish we got more rose content tho. i hope we do get more rose content#im excited for whatever comes next either way though#i like that they let rose be a little gross and scary like her dad. they're both sooo stupid too <3#i also LOVE that Ethan has sparkle powers in the afterlife.or well. mold. memory. whatever#I'm just imagining all the lords in the mold being like. damn well i guess this isn't so bad. then miranda shows up#and heisenburg is like fuck! and then Ethan shows up and everyone is like fuck!!#like what do they do? kill eachother again? they're already dead#i guess miranda like. killed all the other lords kinda and used them to make the evil duke?? unless i completely misread her notes#I'm gonna go check. then I'm gonna stop typing whole paragraphs in the tags. see ya#art of duck
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Can I request a modern au for lady Dimitrescu where the reader has been her daughters’ babysitter for years and Alcina is in love with her?
Headcannon: where modern lady dimitrscu is in love with the babysitter
Modern!lady dimitrescu x babysitter!fem!reader
Warnings: fluff
- you’ve been the babysitter for the dimitrescu kids for a few years now
- while you’ve been taking care of the kids
- you’ve developed feelings for their mother
- you always admired her work ethic and the love she has for her girls
- she was always nice to you and considered you part of their family
- the girls adore you and love having you around
- most of the time they actually listen to you but not all the time
- sometimes you have to threaten to tell their mother for them to behave
- over the years their mother has warmed up to you
- when you first started she seemed cold and to herself
- she didn’t think you would stay this long with her and her girls
- but she’s very glad that you did
- she knew you were the one when she would find you with her girls teaching them some stuff, reading, or they will be asleep around you while you would be fast asleep with them
- she loves how you treat her daughters
- they consider you their other mother instead of a babysitter
- they want their mom and you to be together
- the girls both know that y’all like each other
- they can tell by the way the both of you look at each other and how y’all act
- the girls went to their mothers room and convinced her to act on her romantic feelings towards you
- you were scrolling through your phone in your room when you heard a sudden knock on the door
- “it’s open!” You exclaimed
- alcina dunked into the doorway as she walked into your room, over to the bed where you were
- you were surprised to see her this late but it must be important for her to be here
- she took a seat at the end of your bed and she looked up at you with a shy expression
- you’ve never seen her this shy and nervous before
- “I’m in love with you y/n…” alcina confessed and your mouth hung open in shock
- she got scared by your silence and started to stand up
- you immediately stopped her “no no! Please stay! I’m sorry…I’m just shocked.” You said shyly
- “I understand…but do you feel the same towards me? My daughters said you do but if they lied to me I swear on mother Miranda that I-“ she said but you interrupted her at the end
- “no! I’m in love with you too. The girls wouldn’t lie to you like that.” You said and she gave you a big smile
- “you truly do love me?” She asked you shyly and you nodded your head yes with the biggest smile plastered on both of y’all’s faces.
- you were so glad that the girls told lady dimitrescu about how you feel
- which you are curious on how they found out about that
- but either way you are grateful because now you have four women you love. A future wife and three amazing potential daughters.
- you are so glad you became their babysitter because it got you to where you are now
A/n: I hope the anon who requested it likes it and I’m so sorry I took so long to make it and I hope that the rest of y’all like it too. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest and happy new years guys! I love you all! :)
#lady alcina x reader#alcina dimitrescu x reader#alcina dimitrescu imagine#lady alcina dimitrescu#resident evil alcina#alcina demitriscu#alcina x reader#alcina x female reader#alcina dimitrescu#alcina x y/n#lady alcina#re8 alcina#alcina dimitriscu x reader#lady dimitrescu x you#lady dimitrescu x fem!reader#lady dimitrescu x oc#lady dimitrescu x female reader#re8 lady dimitrescu#tall vampire lady#lady dimitrescu x reader#lady dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu re8#lady dimitrescu x y/n#lady dimitrescu x maiden#resident evil village#resident evil x reader#resident evil 8#resident evil fanfic#resident evil
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Imagine working your first night in the village tavern and serving a drink to a man you catch sitting by his lonesome. He accepts your kind gesture and engages you in conversation. You didn’t realize you were talking to Lord Heisenberg until it was too late.
“Got a tall one with your name on it.”
The silver-haired man simply glances up at you from his seat, bright eyes switching between your smiling face and the full mug you’ve placed in front of him. The bored expression he wore previously relaxes into that of mild intrigue.
“I didn’t order that,” he says, amusement in his deep voice.
You shrug casually, “It’s on the house.”
When he didn’t say anything right away, you proceeded to explain yourself. “Barkeep mentioned you haven’t ordered anything since you got here. I figured I could spot you a round. Hope you don’t find it rude.”
To your surprise, the man chuckles, returning your patient smile with a toothy grin. “Can’t tell if you’re brave or just straight-up fucking strange. But you are definitely interesting, I’ll give you that.”
You tilt your head curiously, unsure of what to make of his comment. Perhaps, this stranger is one of those lone wolf types that rarely engage in social interaction. However, that didn’t seem correct. He seemed more like the type that enjoyed talking, if not just to hear the sound of his own voice. He has such a distinctive voice too, you found, the rich baritone hitting strings inside you that sent shivering notes tingling down your spine. You shudder not out of fear or anxiety, but out of genuine fascination.
The stranger takes the mug you’ve put down for him in one of his hands, lifting it by the handle and bringing it to his lips before tipping his head back. It gave you an opportunity to look him over. As you suspected, he is large in build. Burly and robust but not overly ripped in muscular definition. He looked strong and undeniably imposing, shaped by hard, laborious work. You imagine that if he wasn’t holding the mug at its handle, he could wrap his thick, calloused digits around the cup with ease. The loose shirt he wore had the sleeves rolled up, exposing several wiry scars that adorn the back of his hands and forearms. They varied in length and size, barely faded by time, and matched the old wounds that ran across his rugged face.
Questions danced upon your tongue on how he got his scars, but you thought better of it and bit them down. He looked different from the other men you’ve seen in the village and had a unique air about him too, one that you would be able to immediately spot in a busy crowd. He was quite handsome, in a rough sort of way.
The man must have noticed you staring for when you brought your eyes back up to his, he was already looking right at you. His bright gaze remained locked onto you even as he sets the drink back down with a quenched sigh, a devilish tongue swipes the excess liquid from damp lips before withdrawing behind wolfish teeth. The ends of his mouth tugs upwards, putting his canines into full display. The damn man is smirking again and his eyes had a knowing, teasing gleam to them. Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, you bowed your head to hide the embarrassment burning on your cheeks.
Suddenly feeling incredibly shy, you take a step back. “I-I’m going to see to my other patrons, then. If you need anything else, just-”
“What’s your name, buttercup?” He cuts you off. There is an edge to his tone, as if daring you to move from your spot before him.
Buttercup? He’s giving you a petname? Is it derogatory or is it a genuine term of endearment? Either way, it made your face burn hotter.
Overwhelmed with the need to answer him immediately, you gave the stranger your name without a second thought. He repeats it in a low, slow drawl as if testing and savoring the sound on his tongue. Your heart picks up speed and you spoke up again in a futile attempt to calm the rapid beating.
“What’s yours?”
Like flipping a switch, the air between you two suddenly shifts. The wide smirk he wore falters and his brows furrow. These few words seemed to have disarmed him as the grey-haired man beholds you with a piercing glare, searching your face for any signs that you are joking or something. You could do nothing but stare back, balancing on the balls of your feet nervously. When he found that you were sincere in your question, he grasps his bearded chin thoughtfully.
“Intriguing,” he comments, his expression deeply pensive. His reply didn’t relieve any of the tension you were feeling and you wondered if you somehow offended him for not knowing who he is. “Are you local?”
Unable to fathom where his line of questioning was heading, you decided that it was best to answer him honestly as you have been doing thus far. “Uhh, yes, of course. Born and raised. Although, I’m not from the immediate area, if that’s what you mean.”
A thick silver brow arches. “So, I take it you’re not the religious sort, then.”
You shake your head. There was no helping the guilt taking root inside you. Clearly this man thinks that his identity should be apparent to you. Thinking about it, he does look sort of familiar but you couldn’t quite place him. You wished then that you paid more attention to the people around you in the weekly sermons.
“Not really,” you rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I rarely went to church. Not that I don’t follow the black faith, mind you. I just have other priorities. Life can be hard in the village, you know how it is.”
When he didn’t comment on this, you followed up with your own inquiry with the intention of making polite conversation. He mentioned religion, so…
“Are you a pastor?” That seemed like a logical thing to ask. But surely if he was leading the mass, you’d have remembered him right away. Maybe you simply missed each other in passing. You can’t shake the feeling that you do know him somewhere.
A bellowing laugh erupts from his throat. The man bends over on his seat, banging the wooden tabletop with a clenched fist as zealous humor consumed him. You didn’t notice that the rest of the tavern went completely quiet at his spontaneous outburst. When he finally sits back upright, he was in tears.
“Damn, you’re adorable!” He sighs deeply, his grin wide as he wipes the water from his eyes. “Do I look like the kind to give fucking sermons, buttercup?”
Again with the petname. You weren’t bothered by it this time. If anything, you took the lighthearted turn in the conversation as a good sign, pleased to see that the man looked like he was enjoying his time with you. Even at the expense of your embarrassment.
Deciding it best to play along, you returned his good humor with a playful smile of your own. “Looks can be deceiving.”
He scoffs, “Can say that again. Guess not everyone in Miranda’s herd is a sheep.”
You didn’t quite register that. “Excuse me?”
His hand waves off your question dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. You…”, the grey-haired man leans back against his chair, his lopsided smile bordered on teasing. “You get to call me Karl.”
A surprised hum escapes you, you didn’t expect a man so interesting to have such an ordinary name. Thankfully, he didn’t seem offended by the involuntary sound. Remembering you had a job to do, you throw him a courteous nod.
“Nice to meet you, Karl. I really should check on my other customers. Is there anything else I can get you?”
He casts you a playful look, “Are you on the menu?”
Although you were standing still, you nearly tripped over on the spot and tried to save face by quipping back. “Ha ha. Think you’re so smooth.”
Karl shrugs, reaching for the mug once more and inspecting the contents lazily. “I prefer to be rough. But no, I think this will do. For now.”
Your brain shut down after “rough” and you were quick to retreat back to the bar, ears turning red upon hearing his knowing chuckle as you created distance. So distracted by the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside you that you failed to realize that the usual hustle and bustle of the busy tavern was completely void of sound. A loud bang of what sounded like someone slamming their hand against the wood harshly is all that it took to bring life back into the room and the patrons returning to their own devices. This somehow went under your notice too. You did not regain your wits until the barkeep you were working with for the night snapped his fingers in front of your face.
“Oy! New blood! Didn’t I tell you not to bother that one?” he reproached you. Was that panic in his eyes?
You blink back at your distressed coworker. “If it’s about the free tankard, I’ll foot the lei. Everyone else looked like they were having a fine time besides him. That didn’t seem right to me.”
The frantic man shook his head fiercely, “Whether or not he is enjoying himself isn’t any of our business. He could very well be plotting his wrath upon this establishment for what you did!”
The excitement that was bubbling within you before is now replaced by confusion. “Why would Karl do that? Who is he?”
The barkeep’s face falls into that of pure shock. “Are you completely daft!? He’s-”
He chokes. Suddenly, his expression pales to an alarming shade of white. From the corner of your eye, you spot a large shadow looming and felt an imposing presence from your side.
You turn your head to see the man from before standing next to you. But this wasn’t the Karl that you spoke with earlier. He had the same face but wore more clothing- more distinct articles of clothing that made you freeze on the spot upon recognition. Afterall, who could ever miss the signature dirty trenchcoat, or the dark, round glasses, or the well-worn hat of Lord Heisenberg himself? Who dares not recognize one of the four nobles that rule over the village with an iron fist? Evidently you.
He didn’t meet your eyes right away, instead he had a deathly glare directed right at the barkeep who was now quivering in his boots. “Because I’m in a good mood,” the lord began, voice descended into a low growl, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear what you just called my new friend.” Lord Heisenberg then looks down at you behind black lenses, his demeanor shifting from threatening and terrifying to playful and pleasant.
His smile returns, seemingly wider than before, likely because he knows that you know who he is now. “Thanks for the drink, buttercup. I’ll see you real soon.” He pushes his shades down the bridge of his nose, winking at you before tipping his hat in an exaggerated head bow. With heavy footsteps, he takes his leave, not giving a second glance.
Your eyes followed him and lingered on the door he went through long after he left. There was a deafening silence. It filled the tavern for what seemed like an eternity before it was broken by the clanging of the metal tray you once held in your hands.
The lord of steel was here in the flesh. And you were talking to him so carelessly. And he was flirting with you so shamelessly. This was not how you expected your first day on the job to go. And he declared he intended to see you again.
You’re in deep trouble…
#heisenberg#heisenberg x reader#heisenberg imagine#karl heisenberg#resident evil 8#re8 heisenberg#resident evil village#resident evil imagines#resident evil x reader#sorry it’s been awhile#took a little break#I will get back to our dashing Spaniard#but wanted to post for the trash can#please enjoy#writing for trash magneto was a challenge#heisendaddy#my writing#Zer0PM imagine
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Donna’s still learning how to text
Donna and Y/N: *Having a romantic dinner*
Y/N: Babe, do you know when I first fell in love with you?
Donna: *Giggling bashfully* No, tesoro. Was it when you first saw me?
Y/N: Nah. It was when I texted you that Mother Miranda had fallen down the stairs and you replied “LOL”.
Donna: *Blushing* I already told you, Y/N! I thought it stood for “Lots of love”!
Y/N: *Snorts* Either way, I need a woman who can make me laugh, babe. *Grins*
Donna: *Glares at them* Y/N…
Y/N: *Cracking up* Okay, okay, sorry.
Donna and Y/N: *Both look down at their plates and eat silently for a few moments*
Y/N: Be honest, though. Once you found out it meant “Laugh out loud” Would you still have sent the text?
Donna: …
Donna: Yes 😌
Y/N: You’re perfect for me.
Masterlist
#donna beneviento#re8#re8 village#donna beneviento x reader#donna beneviento x y/n#resident evil village#resident evil imagines#resident evil 8#resident evil#re8 incorrect quotes#re8 shitpost#y/n is stupid
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the den of the wolf
karl heisenberg x f!reader
summary: karl voices his concerns about your safety now that he’s taken you as his lover.
word count: 1.6
warnings/tags: implied sexual relations, nudity, swearing
author’s note: anyways…
Any other woman would have run from him. Would have cowered in his shadow and trembled at the sound of his voice, would have prayed for forgiveness for whatever they could have done to earn his fearful wrath. They would have ducked their heads as they passed him, lowered their gaze in hopes he would walk right past them to wherever in hell he was ambling off to. He was terrifying, the most powerful Lord of the village who only showed his face when there was a debt to be collected or revenge to be extracted.
Any other woman would have run from him. Any other woman would have feared for her life.
But you did not. Instead of running, you stayed. Instead of ducking your head, you lifted yours to meet his gaze. Instead of praying for his gift of forgiveness, you embraced his wrath and accepted everything about him wholly.
The others down in the village said you had lost your mind to wander so close to a Lord’s heart - if they had them. They said you were not long for this earth any longer, that he would eventually lure you into that churning factory of his and devour you whole until you were nothing more than a piercing scream upon the air. No one held the Lord’s eye as long as you did, spoke to him as you did, without placing a target on their back.
You were insane, they whispered amongst themselves. To entangle yourself with the business and likes of Lord Heisenberg was plain suicide. Throwing oneself off the cliff near the edge of their perimeters would have been less painful. You could not be saved, and you were to be grieved. Your death would come swiftly, yet would be prolonged and slow and torturous. Everyone knew he enjoyed playing with his food.
Their murmurs were unable to penetrate the thick layers of snow covering the factory, the walls and the floors humming and warmed by the constant thrum of machinery down below. Their rumors were not welcome here, not within the workspace, nor the large bedroom protected within the heart of the giant machine. They did not wake you where you slept within the den of the feared wolf of the village, legs bent and arms drawn to yourself as you faced the edge of the mattress.
What did wake you was the slight shifting of clothing and the scrape of a chair against the ground. Your eyes opened to be met with the hazy picture of the window across the room, the sill piled high with pockets of snow. The next thing you took note of was the trembling ache that enveloped your body entirely - most persistently at the apex of your thighs. Your veins thrummed with exhaustion, limbs sore and neck bruised with littered love bites left there by sharp canines and insistent teeth.
The events of the previous night washed over you slowly, like an ocean’s ebb. A shot of adrenaline shot through you. You had shared a bed with a man for the first time - and not simply any man. Lord Karl Heisenberg himself. He’d touched you and felt you and made you sing such lovely songs for him until he knew your body better than herself. And then you’d fallen into this endless pit of darkness, your only purchase to the real world his hands upon you and his fingers carding through your hair and his chafed lips upon your face.
And here you lay now, in his bed, wrapped in his covers with his claim upon you still drumming through your body. You exhaled a sigh and blinked heavily. You felt content to sleep the day away here, enveloped in his scent and his feeling.
But the spot beside you was empty.
You mustered up what strength you could find within yourself and shifted over slightly. Your lover sat at his desk against the far wall, head ducked and his hand jumping as he scribbled upon pages with a pencil. His hair was secured up with a strip of leather, shirt unbuttoned and crumpled from the night prior.
Licking your lips and attempting to wet your dry mouth, you spoke softly. “Karl.”
Nothing short of enraptured by just your voice, his head lifted and he turned in his chair to look back at you. Even from here, you could see the stars dancing in his irises, the shadows and creases and specks of light that danced upon his face. He studied you for a short moment, wild strands escaping the leather and framing his whiskered jaw, before exhaling deep and climbing to his feet.
His knees cracked when he stood, a testament to just how long he had been tromping the grounds of the village down below. He was - because he said it was too much work to keep track any more - at least one hundred fifty. His mutations allowed him to outlive the world around him until there was nothing left but himself and his regrets. If there was any mercy left in the world, you would be there with him when the time came.
Karl let his weight come to rest on the mattress, then leaned over to gather you up in his arms. You marveled at his raw strength despite the small huff he gave upon settling you in his lap. The muscles in his arms flexed when he lifted you, the bit of pudge on his lower stomach tightened. When he relaxed again, holding you tight to himself spread across his thighs, he tucked your forehead against the warm nape of his neck and petted your hair.
Your could sense within the soft ticking and whirring in his chest something was the matter. You could barely keep your eyelids open, but you still implored, “What is it?”
He said nothing at first, but you knew your words struck him deep, because his grip around you became tighter and the petting of your hair became slightly rougher. His beard scratched your forehead slightly as he grumbled, “Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about.”
You blinked a moment. How foreign it was to hear a Lord of the village calling you pretty, holding you this way, with your bare chest pressed against his and your faces so close. “If it bothers you,” you murmured, “it bothers me.”
His chest jumped slightly with a gentle chuckle, one that you felt reverberate through your body. Your grip on him tightened; his on you, as well. “You are a nosy little villager, aren’t you?”
You said nothing, waiting expectantly.
Finally, he caved with a sigh that fanned across the shell of your ear. You shivered, and he reached down to pull a blanket around your shoulders. He said, choosing his words with the same care he placed into his projects, “Miranda can’t know about you. About… this.”
“I expect your mother would be happy you’ve taken a woman as your own,” you joked and smiled into his neck. “You would be the first of the Lords to do so.” Your grin faded slightly as a troubling, thunderous thought entered your mind. “That is, if… if you’ll still have me that far into the future.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” His words drove themselves into your chest like bullets as he pulled you up and held your face, bare hands warm against your cheeks. He gazed at you as if you were the solution to every problem he had, and it nearly brought tears to your eyes. He touched his forehead to yours, an action so gentle and unlike his usual gruff demeanor. He said, “I’ll always want you. I’ll always have you.”
You pursed your lips. You could drown in this sensation - of being wanted, and wanting just the same in return.
But that same downcast, almost saddened expression melted over his features again. “If she knew about you, she would take you away from me. Do things to you I couldn’t live with myself knowing happened.” His lips twitched. “That’s what mothers do, huh? Take away their brat’s toys when they misbehave.” One of his hands brushed your hair from your face, sliding a thumb across your cheek that left tingles in its wake. “You have to stay here, sweetheart. Where I can know you’re safe. And warm. And out of that bitch’s hands.”
“Okay.” The answer came so swiftly it nearly surprised the both of you. There came no hesitation or thought over it. There was no need. You lived by yourself in the village; you had no one to look after. And the other villagers thought as much of you as a begging dog at the foot of a king. You had nothing to leave behind.
And the idea of at last being eternally close to him at all hours of the day, no matter the time… it coursed your heart with a sense of pride and joy and love.
“Yeah?” he said, as if he needed one more confirmation to hear what you truly said.
You nodded your head once, resting your hand on the back of his neck so that your foreheads touched once more. “Yes,” you murmured. “Wherever you want me, I’ll be there.”
There came a moment of stillness between you, in which Karl’s throat bobbed slightly and his brows twitched as if they ached to draw together. Instead, he tipped his head and connected his lips to yours, grasping you tighter than he had even the prior night.
You were his now, and he, yours.
No one was going to take you from him.
No one.
#karl heisenberg#karl heisenburg x reader#karl heisenberg x reader#karl heisenberg x you#heisenberg x reader#heisenberg imagine#heisenberg x you#resident evil village#resident evil 8#re village#re8 village#heisenburg x Reader
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As much as Donna loves her she can be stern when needed and it always works on this wild child.
#house dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#resident evil village#daniela dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#resident lover#donna beneviento#resident evil 8#re8#headcanon#cass being scared of her soft spoken auntie will never fail to amuse me#bc donna does have a scary side not even this daredevil is ready to face#she'd rather be in her auntie's good graces instead of facing her wrath#imagine donna calling your full name like this#good thing cass is smart and she knows when to back down from her bullshit
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An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind
Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem! Maid Reader
TW: Blood, Violence, Anger, Mention of Eating Disorders, Angst
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The imposing doors of Dimitrescu Castle creaked open, heralding the return of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. As the tall, elegant figure made her way through the grand foyer, the echo of her footsteps reverberated through the vast halls. The atmosphere seemed charged with an unspoken tension.
Y/N, the head maid of the Dimitrescu household, stood in the dimly lit corridor, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on her apron. She had spent the entire day managing the affairs of the castle, all while pondering the peculiar absence of Lady Dimitrescu's usual morning presence.
When Alcina swept into the dining room, her daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, were already seated. Y/N approached them, her eyes searching for an explanation. "Where is Lady Dimitrescu?" she inquired, her tone respectful yet tinged with concern.
Bela, the eldest of the three daughters, looked up, her gaze meeting Y/N's. "Mother left for a meeting with Mother Miranda before dawn," she replied, her words carrying an air of indifference.
Y/N's brow furrowed in confusion. Alcina had never left without informing her, especially for matters concerning Mother Miranda. It left a subtle ache in her chest, a silent question lingering in her mind.
Throughout the day, Y/N carried out her duties, the silence of the castle amplifying her contemplations. Her mind replayed the moments leading up to Alcina's departure, searching for a reason, an explanation that remained elusive.
As dusk settled over the castle, the heavy wooden doors groaned once again, signaling Lady Dimitrescu's return. The air seemed to thicken with an unspoken tension as Y/N caught a glimpse of the anger etched on Alcina's face.
The tall woman's steps were sharper, more forceful than usual, as if carrying the weight of unresolved frustration. Y/N, ever attentive, approached with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "My Lady, is there anything you require?" she inquired, her voice steady.
Alcina's eyes, stormy and unforgiving, met Y/N's. "You should have known better than to let things fall into disarray in my absence," she reprimanded, her tone cutting through the air.
"I assure you, Lady Dimitrescu, everything has been overseen meticulously today," Y/N responded calmly, her gaze meeting Alcina's unwaveringly. The tension in the room seemed to escalate with each passing moment.
A scowl etched itself deeper into Alcina's face, her anger palpable. "Do not presume to speak back to me, maid," she hissed, the words dripping with disdain. Y/N, however, stood her ground, her patience waning.
"Forgive me, my Lady, but I won't stand idly by while unfounded accusations are thrown my way," Y/N retorted, her voice steady, yet an undertone of frustration lingered.
Alcina's eyes flashed with an intensity that bordered on fury. "You dare to challenge me?" she exclaimed, the sharpness of her tone cutting through the air.
Y/N's irritation reached its peak, and she snapped, "I only speak the truth, Lady Dimitrescu. If there's an issue, let it be known so I can address it."
The confrontation escalated, each word exchanged adding fuel to the growing inferno. Alcina's daughters, drawn by the rising commotion, entered the main hall with concerned expressions, their eyes shifting between their mother and the head maid.
Bela spoke up, "Mother, what's happening?"
Cassandra added, "Why are you arguing with Y/N?"
Before Alcina could respond, Y/N, fueled by a mix of frustration and confusion, uttered something that struck a nerve. Alcina's eyes flared with a dangerous intensity, and in a moment of unbridled rage, she unsheathed her claws.
The metallic sound echoed through the hall as Alcina swiped at Y/N, leaving a searing trail of pain across her face. Y/N stumbled backward, a scream escaping her lips as she clutched her injured face.
The daughters rushed to Y/N's side, their expressions a blend of shock and concern. Alcina, her claws still unsheathed, stood there, stunned by the gravity of her actions.
"What have I done?" Alcina whispered, the realization of her hasty actions sinking in. The once imposing figure now seemed vulnerable, and regret flickered in her eyes as she looked at the consequences of her unchecked anger.
Bela, her expression marked by concern, handed Y/N a cloth to stem the bleeding, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sympathy and disapproval. Cassandra and Daniela exchanged disapproving glances with each other and then turned their attention to helping Y/N to her feet.
"Let's get you to your room," Cassandra suggested, her tone filled with empathy.
Y/N, still processing the shock of the incident, shook her head. "No, not our shared room. I want to go back to my old room."
The sisters exchanged a glance, a hint of worry flickering in their eyes, but they respected Y/N's wish. Together, they guided her through the dimly lit corridors to the room she once occupied before her relationship with Alcina.
Once inside, Bela took charge, helping Y/N clean the wound with a gentle touch. Y/N remained silent, her mind overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events.
Bela, breaking the heavy silence, spoke softly, "It's going to be okay, Y/N. We'll talk to Mother about this. This is unacceptable."
Cassandra nodded in agreement. "She can't treat you like this. You deserve better."
Y/N, still in shock, whispered, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have pushed her."
The sisters exchanged glances, their worry deepening. Daniela spoke up, "Y/N, this isn't your fault. No one should be treated like this, especially not by their partner."
Bela added, "You're Alcina's girlfriend, and she shouldn't have reacted that way. We'll make her understand."
After ensuring that Y/N was settled in her old room, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela left her to rest and made their way to their mother's quarters. The atmosphere within the castle was thick with tension, and the sisters were determined to address the issue at its source.
As they entered Lady Dimitrescu's room, they were met with a sight that caught them off guard. Alcina Dimitrescu, the formidable mistress of the castle, sat on the edge of her bed, her usually composed demeanor shattered. Tear stains marked her face, revealing a vulnerability the daughters rarely witnessed.
Alcina looked up, surprise and concern crossing her features. "What happened? Why are you all so upset?" she inquired, her voice strained.
Bela, her frustration evident, spoke up first. "Mother, we need to talk about what you did to Y/N."
Cassandra added with a stern tone, "She's hurt, and it's because of you."
Daniela, her expression mirroring her sisters', continued, "Bela managed to stop the bleeding, but we won't know the full extent of the damage until it heals. Mother, this is not acceptable."
Alcina's eyes widened, a mix of guilt and realization settling in. "Y/N? What did I...?" Her voice trailed off as the weight of her actions sank in.
Bela crossed her arms, her anger evident. "You attacked her, Mother. With your claws."
Cassandra's gaze remained unyielding. "She doesn't deserve to be treated that way. No one does."
Daniela, her voice stern, concluded, "We're furious, Mother. This isn't how you should handle things."
Alcina, realizing the gravity of her actions, lowered her gaze. "I didn't mean to... I was angry, and I lost control."
Bela's tone remained firm. "That's not an excuse, Mother. You need to fix this."
As the hours passed, Alcina, wrestling with the weight of her actions, mustered the courage to approach Y/N's old room. The grand halls of Dimitrescu Castle felt eerily silent as she reached the door and tentatively knocked.
A hushed, broken voice emanated from within, "I don't want to talk right now, Alcina. Please, just give me some time."
Alcina's heart sank at the sound of Y/N's quiet plea. The usually strong and composed head maid now sounded fragile and wounded. The reality of the situation hit Alcina with a force she hadn't anticipated. She respected Y/N's request, understanding that she needed the space to process the events that had unfolded.
"I understand," Alcina responded, her own voice carrying a mix of regret and sorrow. The door remained closed, a physical barrier reflective of the emotional distance that had suddenly grown between them.
The Lady of Dimitrescu Castle, with a heavy heart, turned away from the door, leaving the corridor shrouded in a somber atmosphere. Her usually confident strides now carried a hint of hesitance as she retreated, realizing the depth of the damage she had caused to the bond with the person she held dear.
As Alcina disappeared down the corridor, the echoes of her footsteps mirrored the echoes of the shattered trust between her and Y/N. The castle, once a symbol of grandeur and strength, now harbored the lingering traces of a fractured relationship, awaiting the healing touch of time and understanding.
A few weeks passed, each day stretching into a monotonous routine of solitude for Y/N. The door to her room had remained closed, a silent barrier against the outside world. One day, a soft knock echoed through the chamber, drawing her attention.
Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela stood on the other side, expressions carrying a mix of concern and determination. "Y/N, we have someone here to take a look at your injury," Bela informed, her voice gentle yet resolute.
Y/N hesitated, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I don't want to see Alcina," she replied, her voice a whisper.
Cassandra assured her, "It's not her. Please, just let them in."
Reluctantly, Y/N opened the door, allowing the sisters and an unexpected guest to enter—Mother Miranda. Y/N's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and anger, her resentment towards the woman whose meeting had set off this chain of events palpable.
Miranda, her demeanor composed, spoke with a calm authority, "I've come to check on your injury, Y/N. May I?"
Y/N nodded, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. Miranda approached, examining the scar that marred Y/N's face. The questions she posed were gentle, yet Y/N's anger simmered beneath the surface.
As the examination progressed, Miranda's expression shifted subtly, revealing a somber realization. "The injury has started to scar over, but I'm afraid the vision in your right eye has been lost," she disclosed, her words hanging heavily in the air.
The weight of the news struck Y/N, and tears welled up in her eyes. The daughters exchanged glances, a mixture of empathy and frustration etched across their faces.
Once the examination concluded, Miranda and the daughters left the room, leaving Y/N alone with her emotions. As the door closed behind them, the dam of suppressed anger and sorrow burst, and Y/N cried out in frustration, mourning not just the physical loss but the irrevocable changes that had befallen her life.
In the dimly lit room, Y/N grappled with the harsh reality of her lost vision. Frustration and sorrow built up inside her until it erupted in a storm of emotion. Objects flew across the room, crashing against the walls, and anguished screams echoed through the castle halls.
On the first floor, the sounds reached Alcina's ears, her sharp senses detecting the turmoil unfolding above. Concern etched her features as she turned to her daughters. "What's happening? What's going on up there?"
Bela exchanged a worried glance with her sisters before reluctantly responding, "It's Y/N. She just found out about her eye."
Alcina's eyes widened in realization, the weight of guilt settling in her chest. "I need to go to her," she declared, her urgency evident.
Cassandra placed a hand on Alcina's arm, holding her back. "No, Mother. She needs time. Let her be."
Alcina's eyes flickered with a mixture of anguish and determination. "I can't just stand here. I need to be with her."
Daniela added, "Give her space, Mother. We'll be here for her when she's ready."
The distant sounds of Y/N's anguish continued, a heartbreaking symphony that resonated through the castle. Alcina, torn between the instinct to comfort and the understanding that she needed to respect Y/N's space, reluctantly acquiesced. She lingered on the first floor, her gaze fixed on the staircase leading to the source of the tumult, a silent prayer echoing in her heart for the strength to mend what had been broken.
As the weeks crawled by, Y/N remained ensconced in the solitude of her room, an unyielding barrier separating her from the world outside. The sisters, growing increasingly concerned, approached their mother with their worries.
"Mother, Y/N hasn't been herself. She refuses to eat, talk, or see anyone," Bela expressed, her concern etched across her face.
Alcina's brow furrowed with worry. "Have you tried talking to her? Maybe she needs someone to reach out."
"We've tried, Mother, but she won't let anyone in," Cassandra added.
Determined to break through the walls Y/N had erected, Alcina nodded. "I'll talk to her. Give me some time alone with her."
The next day, Y/N cautiously returned to her duties, attempting to immerse herself in work while steering clear of Alcina and her daughters. The whispers of the other maids reached her ears, their gossip fueled by the visible scar on her face. It was a constant reminder of the events that had unfolded.
One day, as she went about her tasks, a particularly cruel maid approached, taunting her about the scar. Y/N, already on edge, couldn't suppress her irritation and retorted. Before the situation could escalate, Alcina materialized, her presence commanding attention.
"What is going on here?" Alcina's voice cut through the tension, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the scene.
The maid, caught off guard, stammered, "I was just... having a little fun, Lady Dimitrescu."
Alcina's gaze shifted to Y/N, awaiting an explanation. Y/N, though visibly distressed, spoke up, "She was making comments about the scar on my face. I couldn't just stand there."
Alcina's expression hardened, a protective glint in her eyes. "Such behavior is unacceptable. Leave us, now."
The maid scurried away, and Alcina turned her attention to Y/N, her demeanor softening. "Come with me. We need to talk."
Alcina led Y/N to her private chamber, the heavy door closing behind them, creating a cocoon of relative privacy. The room, adorned with opulent furnishings, felt both familiar and distant as they settled into an uneasy silence.
Alcina, her concern palpable, observed Y/N closely. The once vibrant head maid appeared frail, her features worn and her form diminished. Finally, breaking the silence, Alcina spoke gently, "Y/N, you've changed. You're not taking care of yourself. What happened?"
Y/N, still shrouded in her own turmoil, remained silent, her eyes fixed on a distant point. Alcina, persistent, continued, "You've lost so much weight, and your health has taken a toll. Please, talk to me."
The words hung in the air for a moment before Y/N's composure crumbled. She broke into sobs, the weight of her emotions pouring out in a torrent. Alcina, her stern exterior softening, moved closer and wrapped her arms around Y/N, offering a comforting embrace.
Y/N, between gasps for air, managed to utter, "Everything is falling apart, Alcina. I can't... I can't see, and everyone treats me differently. I feel so lost."
Alcina tightened her hold, offering a steadying presence. "You're not alone, Y/N. I'm here for you. We'll get through this together. Please, tell me what happened."
As Y/N poured out her heart, detailing the loneliness, despair, and the weight of her physical and emotional pain over the past weeks, Alcina listened with an understanding gaze. Her touch remained a steady anchor, a reassurance that Y/N wasn't alone in the darkness that had consumed her.
"It's okay to feel this way, Y/N," Alcina murmured, validating the tumult of emotions Y/N had laid bare. "You've been through so much, and it's perfectly normal to feel overwhelmed."
As Y/N's sobs gradually subsided, exhaustion claimed her, and she felt herself drifting into a fatigue-laden slumber. She hesitated, apologizing as she began to withdraw from Alcina's embrace, intending to retreat to her own solitude.
Alcina, however, gently tightened her hold. "Don't apologize, Y/N. You can stay if you want, and you don't need to be alone tonight."
Y/N, both surprised and grateful, managed a weak smile. "I don't want to impose."
"You're not imposing, Y/N," Alcina reassured her. "This is your room too."
Y/N, looking up at Alcina with a hint of shock, asked a question that had been haunting her thoughts. "Do you still want me to be your girlfriend, even though I'm... hideous now?"
Alcina tilted Y/N's chin, meeting her eyes with a tender gaze. "Y/N, I didn't fall in love with you because of your looks. I fell in love with your caring and empathetic personality, the way you get along with my daughters, your confidence, and perseverance. You're still the gorgeous woman I fell in love with, changes and all."
In the soft glow of understanding, Y/N felt a weight lifted from her shoulders. It was a pivotal moment, a testament to the resilience of their connection.
As Y/N let out a weary sigh, Alcina's gaze softened. "You need to take care of yourself, Y/N. I want to help you, starting with your eating. We can take it at your pace, no pressure."
Y/N hesitated, her eyes reflecting both gratitude and trepidation. "I... I don't want to be a burden."
"You're not a burden, Y/N," Alcina affirmed, her voice gentle but firm. "We're in this together. I'll support you every step of the way, at your pace. You're not alone anymore."
Gently, Alcina lifted Y/N and guided her to the bed, ensuring she was comfortable. She left momentarily to prepare for bed, the room bathed in the soft glow of the evening. When she returned, Y/N had shifted, her eyes heavy with fatigue.
Y/N moved closer to Alcina, who welcomed her with open arms. Alcina, with a tender touch, pulled Y/N close, wrapping her arms protectively around her. Y/N, feeling the warmth of Alcina's embrace, couldn't help but apologize.
"I'm sorry, Alcina. I shouldn't have pushed you that day after the meeting," Y/N whispered, a trace of regret in her voice.
Alcina, with a gentle touch, guided Y/N's face to meet her gaze. "Draga mea, you have nothing to apologize for. None of this is your fault. It was my mistake, and I should have never let it escalate to that point."
The room was enveloped in a serene quiet as Alcina, their faces mere inches apart, made a promise that hung in the air like a vow. "It will never happen again, draga mea."
In that moment of shared vulnerability and understanding, Alcina's eyes flickered to Y/N's lips. As anticipation lingered, Alcina leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed a soft, tender kiss upon Y/N's lips. Y/N responded, reciprocating the kiss with a warmth that bridged the gap of the painful past, her fingers gently lacing into Alcina's raven-colored curls.
The kiss lingered in the air for a timeless moment, a delicate exchange that spoke of forgiveness and a shared commitment to moving beyond the shadows of the past. As they broke the kiss, their foreheads met, a shared sanctuary of quiet understanding and the weight of unspoken emotions.
Alcina's eyes, still locked onto Y/N's, reflected a blend of sincerity and tenderness. The promise lingered in the air, a silent vow that carried the weight of redemption and the hope for a different future. The room seemed to hold its breath, cocooned in the aftermath of the shared connection.
Softly, Alcina pressed a gentle kiss on Y/N's forehead, a symbol of reassurance and protection. Y/N, touched by the tender gesture, rested her head in the crook of Alcina's neck. In this intimate closeness, Y/N breathed in the scents that defined Alcina — the rich undertones of wine, the lingering fragrance of her perfume, and the faint hint of cigarettes, a distinctive blend that was uniquely and unmistakably Alcina Dimitrescu.
The room, once a witness to turmoil, now became a haven for two souls seeking solace. Alcina's fingers traced gentle patterns on Y/N's back, a soothing touch that spoke volumes of unspoken understanding. The quietude was only broken by the occasional crackling of the fireplace, casting a warm, flickering glow that danced across the room.
In the silent exchange between them, words seemed redundant. The complexities of their shared history were reduced to the simplicity of this moment, where forgiveness, love, and the promise of a different tomorrow unfolded in the gentle interplay of their breaths.
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Oh my god I beg you to write about Chris redfield and the reader being on the same team and him being so touch starved, he slowly loses control every passing day. Idk if it makes sense but the idea of the Dom undertone with him leading his team got me frothing
I had this idea for a while now and I was waiting for this, honestly. Thank you so much for your request 💜🤤
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Imagine surprising the Duke with a homemade sweater
Winter was approaching slowly, lulling local flora and fauna into a peaceful slumber and burying the village grounds under a white sparkling blanket. It was a calm night, one of the very few when the beasts' howls could barely be heard. The perfect night to finally present the Duke with the gift you have been making for months now without the risk of being eaten alive by the monsters.
You moved your feet quickly, praying silently for your beloved merchant to be at his usual spot. You let out a breath of relief when you saw his carriage. You slowly approached his horse, Dame, and pulled out a carrot and an apple. The horse neighed in appreciation and lowered her head for you to pet. You smiled to yourself. Not only did you develop a friendship with her owner, but Dame came to like you as well.
You knocked three times and waited for the doors to open. The Duke’s face betrayed his surprise upon seeing you so late after the closing time. But after a moment, his face lit up with a genuine smile.
“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite customer! You’re out pretty late today. Last minute purchase?”
You giggled, waving your hand dismissively at his words. You blamed the cold for the warmth flooding up your face, biting into your skin, but deep down you knew the real reason, even if you were not ready to admit it even to yourself.
“You’re saying this to everyone. I’m not here to buy anything. I wanted to give you something. I know it’s not Christmas yet, and we don't really celebrate it, but… It’s winter and seeing you without as much as a coat on you… I wanted to give you something to warm you.”
You fished two packages out of a large bag and handed them to him. The merchant’s eyebrows flew to his hairline, showing his deep bewilderment. A pregnant silence fell between you while he carefully peeled off the wrappings. There was a pair of fuzzy socks and an enormously large sweater with owl patterns hidden inside. All knitted by your own skillful hands. You anxiously waited for his reaction, hoping that you had guessed his size right and that the clothes would fit him. It was the goal, after all.
“Oh, my dear…” he breathed out, touching the wool with just his fingertips, as if he was afraid to ruin the material. He looked up, locking his eyes with yours. You were not sure if it was a play of light and shadows or if his cheeks really darkened a shade or two.
“For the first time in many years, I am truly at a loss for words. Marvelous work, and the gesture alone… I could not thank you enough.”
“I hope you like it…”
“Like it?” He shook his head at you, not quite believing you were doubting his honesty. “I love it, mon trésor.”
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