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ranchracoon · 2 months

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Ch. 3: No Return

The exhaustion from the past week couldn't compare to anything you had experienced. Muscles you didn't know existed ached, you couldn’t even wash your hair properly because of how badly your arms hurt. The skin on your knuckles was raq with dried blood in a few of the cracks. How a woman three times your age could do this for so long was beyond you. Today however is laundry day, which means a whole lot of washing by hand but also a lot of down time. The laundry has to be hung inside because the mist from the waterfall will keep them wet, but it takes longer which means you got to relax more.

While you do so, Angie made herself scarce and you dallied around on the main floor for something to do. There's a few book shelves that you rummaged through but none caught your fancy. You took another pass, and lowered your standards until you decided on one. The sun had begun to set when you finished your reading and made your way to the back room. It gets the most sunlight compared to the rest of the house.

It feels like a greenhouse, with the ceiling and walls made from glass with tile flooring. Tight ropes lined the room from wall to wall with clothing hung from each one. You grabbed the last article of clothing from the clothes line; a luxurious, red, suit jacket that was softer than any material you've ever felt. All the clothes were oddly slim, you would have thought that someone who stayed inside all the time would be the size of the duke but, these clothes looked like they could fit you easily. They must be a twig, an insanely tall twig, but a twig none-the-less. Must be something in the water that makes everyone so tall.

You folded each article of clothing and divided them by ownership which was exceptionally easy. Angie does her own laundry, and your clothes are thrift store fancy at best. Meanwhile the lord's belonged on the runway of Paris, or on a magazine cover. You dropped off the basket of clothes in front of the lord's bedroom then excused yourself for the evening.

Sundays were your day off according to Angie, apparently the lord is gone all day doing whatever lords do and would return in the evening for dinner. It was also the day you went grocery shopping for the week, and Angie was going to let you pick out ingredients. This was your chance, if you could make something actually edible for the lord, maybe he'll come out to thank you. Or at least expose Angie to something other than whatever concoction she did make.

The next morning while you dressed you couldn't help but think how this lord managed to move around the manor without you or Angie noticing. There must be secret tunnels or something that they traveled through, because there was no way they could move from the workshop to their bedroom without cutting through the kitchen. On Friday you served lunch to the workshop, spent the entire day in the kitchen cleaning then the bell for their bedroom rang. It was impossible. Unless you're more oblivious than you thought. You grumbled under your breath then stopped dead in your tracks and shook your head. Great. Now you were acting like that deranged woman.

You hurried downstairs and to the kitchen as fast as you could to avoid Angie, in the kitchen you didn't see anyone and grabbed a bowl of leftover mush. It tasted like vomit but it was all you had, for now. You hadn't been this excited for something as mundane as grocery shopping since, ever. You leaned against the counter and a sudden clang against it made you jump. Looking over you saw Angie who dropped a bag of lei next to you.

"Is that my pay?" You asked.

"No, it's to buy food." She snapped.

"So, when do I get paid for all this work?"

She cackled, "what do you need to be paid for? You have a room, and food. What more do you need? A vacation? Ha."

She had a point, where would you go if you did have money? Could go back home and couch surf, get a steady 12 hour job and work 5 days a week. Plus weekends. You decided to remain quiet and finished your meal. After you finished you washed your dishes, dried them, then put them away. Angie left you in the kitchen while you found a basket and blanket to hold the food, when she returned she was wrapping a shawl over her shoulders.

"I'll be going with you to the village to visit my girls. You'll be on your own so don't do anything stupid. Remember, you now represent Lord Beneviento which is nothing to snuff at. Anything you do is a reflection of them."

"Girls? You have daughters?" You asked surprised.

"No, they're Lady Dimitrescu's daughters but I visit them every Sunday so they're practically my girls too." She replied.

You nodded in acknowledgment as the two of you rode the elevator up then passed through the front doors. Angie hummed to herself the entire walk and you hugged yourself as the wind blew past you, it carried the crisp bite of fall with it. The thin jacket you wore wasn't enough to keep the cold out, you would need something thicker to survive the winter. Angie continued to hum until she crossed over the grave of Claudia. She stopped walking and humming, her stare moved to it for a moment. You watched her watch the gravesite until she relit the candle and covered it with a glass dome so it wouldn't blow out again.

"Angie?" You asked softly.

"Hm?" She answered.

"Who was Claudia?"

Angie stayed silent for a long time before she started to walk away from you, she sighed heavily and the wetness of tears appeared in her eyes.

"I suppose you should know. Claudia was the lord's mother. She died from a horrific disease, but she was the kindest woman you've ever met. Her husband though, the late Lord Beneviento was a dark man, the definition of evil. Rumor has it he's the reason the lord doesn't come out. I started working there very shortly after the mother's death. Poor dear must have just been a child then." She replied sadly.

You sighed softly as you thought about it, all this time they've been completely alone with no one but Angie as company. It made you think back to your mother, and whenever you were upset she would cook you something, but now you also understood not having that comfort. The rest of the journey was silent, with only the wind and the brush of the weeds as company. The village came into view and Angie wiped her tears away as she looked back at you.

"This is where I leave you. Be back at the manor by 6pm sharp for dinner."

"Yes ma'am."

You watched her waddle toward the village center where three, tall, gorgeous women waited for her. One brunette, one ginger, and one blond. They looked exactly the same aside from the hair color, and microscopic differences in their facial structure. They even wore the same black cloaks with black roses pinned on the upper left of their collarbone. If they looked like that, their mother must be a goddess on Earth.

Angie opened her arms wide as the three women swarmed her in hugs and giggles then walked with her out of sight. Not a single glance your way. A thought occurred in your head, a meal you used to love growing up and always made you feel better but there was one, little, issue: it required fish. That'll be the last thing you get. It didn't take long to acquire the rest of the ingredients: rice, ginger, cucumber, soy sauce, garlic, and other seasonings. All of it fresh and handmade or grown locally. However, now that you're finished that meant you had to do the inevitable.

You groaned under your breath and followed the signs that pointed to the bay, with your head on a swivel. Ironically you loved this meal but hated the smell of fish. You scrunched your nose as you got closer, merchants yelled for attention trying to sell their latest catch of fish, crabs, and other shellfish.

A woman caught your attention, she wore a simple brown gown with a red apron that used to be white. She had freshly caught and gutted salmon which was exactly what you needed. You approached her and asked for three filets, while you waited you glanced around the dock to watch the fishers pass you by. Just as the woman was about to wrap the fish in paper your skin prickled with goosebumps and you felt as though someone was watching you, you glanced around again to see if you could make them out.

"Y/N!"

No.... You thought.

Salvatore appeared from around the corner with that creepy grin that you were certain he thought was genuine. His hair was neater today, it was combed to one side and he had on a green button up with slick overalls that had the boots attached. He walked up to you and attempted to hug you but you quickly side stepped to avoid it. You didn't like to be touched in general, and definitely not by men. He pretended to look hurt but quickly changed it back to a smile.

"What brings you down here? Come to get some fish?" He asked excitedly.

"No, I came down here to see what fruits and vegetables I could find." You replied sarcastically.

He laughed louder than you would have liked, the woman motioned for you to take the fish; you took it and paid her the lei then wrapped the fish in the covering to keep it from leaking. You had hoped Salvatore would take that as his cue to leave, but he remained standing there. You strained your head to look behind him so any opening to escape.

"Well, since you're here, would you like to see my boat?" He offered.

"I can't, I'm afraid I need to get this fish on ice and be back at the manor before...2pm." You lied.

"Then, how about I accompany you?" He asked.

"I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to get distracted nor keep you from your duties. Have a good day." You replied as nicely as you could muster.

You tried to step around to walk away but he continued to walk next to you. He slipped his hands into his overall pockets, while strutting proudly.

"Nonsense, Sundays are my day off because my dad is gone all day in meetings with Mother Miranda."

You perked your head up. If his father was in the meeting, then he was with lord Beneviento. Maybe you could do some fishing of your own.

"Is that so? So your father is a lord too?" You asked curiously.

Salvatore smirked, "yeah. There are four lords around here that run the village like a city council. They make the judgment for any crimes, how to spend taxes, all that boring stuff." He sniffed and puffed out his chest, "I'll be taking over for my father when he steps down."

You refrained from rolling your eyes, "who are the other lords?"

"Well, there's my dad, Beneviento, Dimitrescu, and Heisenberg. Dimitrescu exports her family's wine and some other stuff I think. My father and I handle fishing and help out with the farming, while Heisenberg does all the carpentry and metal work for the village. I don't know what Beneviento does, no one has seen him so I think he just rides his father's legacy and that's why he remains a lord."

You stopped walking, "bold of you to talk about a lord like that. Especially one that I work for and you've never met." You snapped.

Salvatore raised his hands in defense. His toothy grin remained as he shook his head.

"I'm just saying."

You glared at him, "I think it's time we parted ways. I have to get back."

You started to walk away when he grabbed the arm that didn't have the basket attached to it. He swung you around to face him again. It took every muscle in your body not to smack him with the wrapped fish right then and there.

"Hey I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad. Let me make it up to you. The summer festival is this upcoming weekend, come with me. We can-"

You yanked your arm away and cut him off, "no. Now I need to get going. Angie is waiting for me."

As fast as your feet could carry you, you walked away from that man and back into the crowded village. After you deemed yourself far enough away you slowed your pace and relaxed a little, he really did give you the creeps. Just when you thought you wouldn't have to deal with unwanted attention here. The bell tower over the church rang four times. After you calmed you began to walk back to the manor when goosebumps crawled over your skin, that feeling of being watched returned. Maybe you should mention something to Angie; no, she'd just laugh at you and call you crazy.

Every step you would shoot a look over one shoulder. You couldn't shake the feeling of being prey stalked by a predator. Each time the grass or trees rustled you walked a little quicker until the manor came into view. You've never walked faster and slammed the door behind you.

Back in the safety of the manor you slumped the groceries on the counter and huffed, now that you were alone you started on dinner while cursing to yourself. Anger boiled underneath as your mind swam with the interaction with Salvator, he was just as bad as the men from where you came from. You trusted your gut, and your gut said he wasn't as nice as he came across. There was certainly something off about him.

Cooking relaxed your mind and you allowed yourself to fully dive into it. The salmon marinated in melted butter, soy sauce, and ginger while you sauteed mushrooms, bell pepper, and zucchini. The water boiled for rice and you added it in then turned down the heat and covered it to cook, just in time for you to cook the fish. While those are going, you thinly sliced the cucumber and pickled them with vinegar, lime, and salt.

Angie walked into the kitchen and eyed you, she sniffed the air curiously and hovered over your shoulder while you worked. She picked up an avocado from your cutting board and examined it like it was a foreign entity. After her examination she plopped it back down then rummaged through the rest of the groceries.

"Where did you get these things? I've never seen them in the village." She asked.

"The Duke. I asked if he had any and he did." You answered, "oh, and the leftover lei is on the counter."

Angie cocked her eyebrow at you, "are you feeling okay? You're not as sarcastic or groany as usual."

"Yeah just...how was your day with your girls?" You asked to change the subject.

Angie narrowed her eyes but shrugged it off, "good. Those girls sure are a handful but I love em dearly."

The two of you conversed in small talk while you finished dinner, Angie judged your cooking of course so you displayed it like a five star restaurant. Rice for the base, veggies next, then the salmon, with sliced avocado and ginger on top with the cucumber around the side. On cue the bell for the bedroom rang, you picked up the tray and carried it to the bedroom. You knelt down and knocked on the door then turned around back to the kitchen. You paused in the doorway and glanced over to see the door cracked open. It quickly shut before you could get a good look at whoever was behind it and sighed. Maybe it was rats eating the meals, but that wouldn't explain the dirty clothes, then again, the clothes you collected hardly looked dirty at all.

Maybe Angie was wrong, perhaps ghosts do eat and wear clothes to remind themselves of when they were living. The thought made you internally chuckle as you thought about ghosts trying to wear their human clothes and it goes right through. You and Angie ate in silence, when you were finished Angie offered to clean the dishes for once. It made you suspicious but decided to take the opportunity to go to bed early, a small coma sounded lovely about now. The refreshing water of the shower washed off the grossness of the day and having to be around people; the lord was onto something being a hermit. After you were clean and changed into some night clothes you crawled under the sheets of the bed and closed your eyes.

Sleep did not come to you though. You tossed and turned but your thoughts wouldn't settle. After much debate and staring at the ceiling for seemingly hours, you decided to walk around. You wandered around the top floor, glanced out the windows to watch the waterfall until the faintest noise came through that wasn't the white noise. It sounded like music. As you walked toward the elevator you could make out bits of it, you looked around and took the elevator down. If Angie caught you, you could say you were getting water, that's a reasonable excuse to be up at midnight.

You banged your hand on the side to open the doors, the music flowed through the corridors a bit clearer. You followed it until you stood down the hall from the workshop. The music was a piano, and it didn't have the static of a record which meant it was being played. As you approached closer you noticed the door was a ajar with a sliver of light beaming through. You tiptoed toward the door, the entire time you held your breath as if that would help you make any less noise. The music was somber but alluring, it couldn't be Angie which left one other suspect. You peeked through the door and your eyes widened at the sight of someone's back to you. They were dressed in all black with black hair tied into a bun. Their head was hung low and you couldn't make out anything else.

They played expertly, their fingers glided over the keys with ease and familiarity. As you leaned closer to try and get a better look you accidentally pushed the door which creaked open further. The person froze; you watched them stand and move out of sight then suddenly appear in front of you. Before you could look up at them the door slammed shut in front of your face. The sound of music was replaced with the hammering of your heart. You panted heavily as if you had just ran a marathon. The footsteps behind the door faded away, but then grew louder as they approached the door and you took off running to the safety of your room.

Once in your room you shut and locked the door then out of panic pushed the desk behind it. The lord was going to be so angry that you saw them, that you were snooping, and if they didn't, Angie certainly would. You paced around the room in panic, you should have ran for the front door. Instead you're trapped here, and you were going to have to face judgment.

#resident evil village #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #re8 fanfiction #nsft wlw #wlw #wlw fanfic

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blueredbulls · 1 year

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Daniela Dimitrescu Headcanons

-Pansexual. End of conversation '.:]

-Would be pissed at anyone not showing interest in her

-levitates using her flies and looks at the maids and says "I know, I'm a goddess."

-Way overconfident in herself.

-Can play the piano.

-Bookworm. Also has a very messy room.

-Would race Cassandra just to run face first into a wall. (Cassandra let this happen)

-Not a care in the world.

-Experienced. Like super experienced even more so than Bela.

-Sings very often (Nicole this is your fault).

-Barges in her sisters rooms just to lay on top of them and poke them randomly.

-A sucker for someone cupping her face in their hands.

-Bakes often. Alcina says that's a maid's job so Daniela should just relax. She has a deal with one of the maid's who sneak her into the kitchen so she can bake away.

-Loves sleepovers. Especially with Donna and Angie. She likes to watch movies and eat Donna's cooking.

-Doesn't actually sleep though.

-Acts on impulse. Gets her in trouble most the time.

-She really is just like a puppy.

-Needs glasses but would never admit it. Alcina doesn't even know.

-Very good at flirting.

-Would probably randomly lick someone just to fly away cackling the entire time.

-She is a very affectionate person. Probably gives Cassandra kisses on her cheek just to piss her off though.

-"I hate you. *hugs Daniela*" "Ok, Cassie."

-Bela is a role model and a god in her eyes.

#daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Donna Beneviento long lost child au part 3

Alright, mama Donna for the win! Let’s get into it!

You moved into Beneviento Manor (With what little possessions you owned) after you had a chance to meet your mama.

She was so excited. Her dark eyes glittered with joy as you two walked hand-in-hand from Mother Miranda’s house to hers.

You were incredibly surprised to find that her home was FULL of dolls! Not just any dolls either… These things moved… And one, named Angie, even talked! She was a bit sassy, but you liked her style. She’s your new best friend.

Donna explained that she had undergone a procedure (That Mother Miranda performed apparently??). She had received something called a cadou that she implanted some of the dolls with to make them come alive.

You were… Very confused, but Donna acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. You would need to have a chat with Miranda about this later. You still didn’t quite understand.

Donna’s cooking… Holy shit. It’s the best food you’ve ever had. You beg her to teach you some of her recipes.

“I’d have it no other way, cara mia.” She tells you and kisses your cheek. She’s sweet.

Donna is very affectionate. Sometimes, if she sees you walk past the room she’s currently in as she reads or creates, she immediately drags you somewhere to cuddle with her. It’s so nice. You had been missing this your entire life. Her voice is so soothing. You pretty much always fall asleep if she’s running her hands through your hair and speaking to you at the same time.

Donna enjoys learning what you like. Movies, music, art, hobbies, etc. She could listen to you talk about all of the the things that interest you forever. She loves getting to know you.

Donna also shares things with you that she loves. She shows you her workshop and lets you watch as she crafts her dolls. She’s… Amazing. Her talent and imagination blow your mind. Of course, she makes you a little doll of your very own shortly after you arrive. You love it so much.

You’ve noticed that Donna only wears her veil around other people. She doesn’t wear it when it’s just you and the dolls. It makes you happy that she trusts you.

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One day, you’re curious to learn more about your other parent, Lucien, and finally work up the nerve to ask Donna about them. You don’t want to upset her by making her remember how tragically they passed away, but you can’t help but wonder what they were like. “Hey… Mama? Can I ask you something?” You ask Donna as you both sit down for breakfast.

Donna can see how nervous you are. “Anything, sweetheart.” She encourages and places her hand on top of yours.

“Um… Well, it’s about… Lucien?” You finally say.

Donna gives you a sympathetic smile. “You’d like to know more about them?” She ventures.

You nod your head and look away, feeling a bit guilty.

“Y/N, they’re your other parent, tesoro. You don’t need to feel bad about asking me about them. I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know. Okay?” She says and reaches out to cup your cheek.

You blush, feeling a bit embarrassed, but nod.

Donna recounts funny stories and heartfelt moments she had with Lucien. She’s such a natural storyteller. You are completely transported by her words. From what Donna says, it seems that you are a lot like Lucien…

As Donna finishes one particular story, a look of recognition sparks across her features. “You know… I bet the pictures I have of the two of us together are in the attic. I haven’t been up there in years, though…” She says, putting her hand to her chin in thought.

You perk up at this. “I can go look!” You offer.

Donna giggles at your exuberance. “Only if you promise to be very careful and take Angie with you. That attic is quite old, but Angie knows the basic layout of it.” She tells you.

You grin at her and agree to her conditions.

Angie cackles happily as you both race up the stairs.

“Look at all this cool shit!” Angie exclaims after you two climb the ladder into the attic and you shine a flashlight into the dark.

You whistle at all the dust before you start to cough and sneeze a lot. “Damn, this place is filthy!” You say as you look around.

As you explore, Angie starts to get spooked. “Um… Y/N? This place is kinda creepy.” She says as she clings to your side.

“Don’t be a scaredy-cat, Angie. There’s nothing up here to be afraid of.” You say… And then a big-ass spider descends and lands on your nose. All hell breaks loose. “YAHHHH!” You screech, violently batting your face to get the spider off.

Angie starts panicking and running around in circles.

In your alarm, you accidentally trip over Angie and fall right through a weak spot in the rafters.

Poor Donna was happily sipping her tea in the kitchen and reading a book when the horrible sound of you falling through the attic hits her ears… She might have said a few cuss words in Italian she’s not proud of too.

Donna rushes up to see you lying face down in dust and debris with Angie sprawled out over your head.

“Tesoro! Are you alright?!” Donna yelps and kneels down to check you over.

You groan, sore but otherwise unharmed.

However, Angie is laughing her ass off. “That was fucking radical!” She shrieks.

Donna gives Angie a dirty look and the doll’s mouth snaps shut.

“What happened, sweetheart?” Donna asks and helps you sit up while dusting you off.

“Oh, you know, just old boards I guess.” You try to say nonchalantly, scratching the back of your head.

Donna doesn’t look convinced so she turns to Angie and raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“Y/N saw a spider and lost it.” Angie shrugs her shoulders and tattles.

“Snitches get stitches, Angie!” You threaten. “Wait… You might like stitches since you’re a doll… Okay, what about: Snitches get-!”

“That’s enough, Y/N.” Donna says, tiredly rubbing her eyes.

Luckily, there wasn’t a lot of structural damage from the fall. You clean up the mess and you’re able to replace the flooring fairly easily… You made Donna send a few dolls up to the attic to make sure there weren’t any more spiders first, though.

After that fiasco is over with, it turns out that the photos Donna thought were in the attic were actually in a chest in one of the unused bedrooms in the house.

Donna gives you a sheepish look as she tells you about her realization. All that messing around in the attic for nothing, it seems.

You just laugh really hard which makes her chuckle too.

Donna happily sits down with you to look through the old photographs.

Suddenly, she gasps. “This is Lucien and I on our wedding day, Y/N.” She says, bringing her hand to her mouth in shock. She didn’t recognize this particular picture, so someone must have taken it and given it to her parents or something.

“Wow…” You say as you finally see what your other parent looks like. “No wonder I’m so good looking. My parents are basically movie stars!” You joke and wrap your arm around Donna.

Donna smiles at you and puts the framed photo in your hand. “I’d like you to have this, tesoro. You deserve to be able to look at it whenever you want to.” She says and kisses your cheek. “Plus… You’re also technically in this photo.” She giggles and points to her swollen belly in the picture, making you laugh.

You two find lots of handwritten letters from Lucien and little presents and trinkets they’d given to Donna.

Donna felt guilty for keeping these items hidden away, but… She had been so devastated when Lucien died. When she was forced to move back into Beneviento Manor, she was afraid to take things out that she thought might remind her of them. Now that you’re here, Donna feels like she can begin to truly process her grief and move forward.

Losing her soulmate was hard enough, but losing her precious child too? It had been too much trauma for her to work through on her own.

Everything will be okay now, though. You and Donna have each other (And the dolls). You love your mama so much and she absolutely adores you.

Now… If only Donna would introduce you to that cute Elena girl…

Note: That part about Y/N falling through the attic may or may not have happened to me XD I love the tragedy and sweetness of this au T^T

Masterlist

#donna beneviento #re8 #re8 village #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #angie beneviento #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 incorrect quotes #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid

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crowtrobotx · 1 year

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🎂🕷📣 for Lottie!

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

February 2nd! I get the sense that she is one of those “the entire month leading up to my birthday is my birthday” folks. Everyone owes her offerings and she will base her entire treatment of you for the upcoming year on how good your gift was. 😤 Her dad created a monster, what can I say.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Ohhh dear. Well, although I haven’t finished writing anything that specifically touches on it yet, Lottie is very much aware that Karl is slowly but surely losing it and she is not having a good time. She’s young (as I’m currently writing her) but definitely observant and not stupid. She can tell the edges of his mind are starting to fray - she’s normally totally cool and even enthusiastic about his mad scientist nonsense, but she’s not cruel and she’s starting to wonder where her “line in the sand” is and if she can keep watching him go further and further. She’s terrified of losing her dad to his own ambition and increasingly unhinged obsession with vengeance. 🫠

On a lighter note, I also think she has an irrational fear of water. Not because of Moreau or anything like that, but because she cannot swim despite her best efforts and is doomed to wear rubber duck patterned floaties for her entire life.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

Loud. Obnoxious child. Imitates Karl’s accent all the time - especially the way he throws his whole pussy into “BITTTTSSCHHHH.” Kind of sounds like a cackling little Furby with a sailor’s vocabulary. Think Angie but not as high pitched and more clearly influenced by a tantrum-throwing old man.

#thank you nonny!#🦋#asks

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homosexuality-at-its-finest · 3 years

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You guessed, it's me again

How would the lords react to a very knowledgeable S/O who loves to learn whatever they can put their hands on no matter if it is a language or to wielding or dancing, THEY'RE READY. Oh and also they're really honest and have a booming laughter (Headcanons of course)

A/n: Welcome back my child, we're all back on our bullshit tbh. Thank you for the request, I fuggin love writing anything Resident evil

@rabid-d0g

Plot: Requested

Warnings: Chaotic Y/n, cussing, violence, that’s about it tbh

LADY DIMITRESCU

· She loves how knowledgeable you are, even if she can get envious that your knowledge surpasses her own

· She will buy you any book you could ever imagine, feeding into your curiosity and need to learn

· Alcina is often amazed by how quickly you learn languages, she watched you learn French in 3 days because there was a book you wanted to read

· When it comes to wielding weapons, Mother Miranda save her she’s terrified

· You’re so small and fragile and she doesn’t want you to end up hurting yourself

· That fear was ended in a rather ridiculous predicament of a Morticia attacking you, which caused you to scream while repeatedly whacking it with a sword

· You had tried to play it off smoothly, grinning up at your lover, but she’d seen everything and was cackling

· She’s the one that teaches you to dance, pleased by how quickly you picked up on it.

· You two now dance together almost nightly, the girls think it’s disgustingly sweet

· The first time she encountered your naive honesty was when you had anciently broken one of her favorite vases.

· She was used to the girls and maids alike lying to stay clear of her fury, but you looked up at her with red puffy eyes and a trembling bottom lip and admitted to breaking it

· She’s tried and failed in getting you to lie, you’re just so honest, and at times it can be infuriating when it’s a situation when the truth is best kept a secret

· Alcina adores your laugh

· She could be in the foulest mood, but as soon as she hears the booming, boisterous laughter the mood seemingly disappears.

· She will do anything to see you smile and hear your laughter, it makes her feel alive and full of love.

· Alcina overall loves you unconditionally, flaws and all.

SALVATORE MOREAU

· Salvatore loves how intelligent you are, the two of you constantly bouncing ideas off each other

· He may not be the same man he was before the Cadou, but he’s still a doctor and therefor is super smart

· He has a plethora of books for you to read, and if your eyes or head hurt from reading, he’ll read to you

· The fact that you can learn languages so fast baffles him, he’s asked you about it before, but only got a sly smirk and ‘a magician never reveals their secret’ in return

· He never doubted your ability to wield a weapon, the way you two had met was him finding you on his land violently bashing in a Lycan’s skull

· Though the idea of you having a gun did make him a bit wary, you wielded it like you were born with a gun in your hand, so he had no reason for concern

· So, the thing about dancing is Salvatore has two left feet, mans is awful at dancing

· You’ve seen him eat shit while he was walking on flat ground, let alone dancing

· When you taught yourself how to dance it was a solo thing, but he adores getting to watch

· He’s fascinated by your beauty, the way your body moves. Everything about you is entrancing to our favorite fish man

· When it comes to your honesty, it’s never bothered him

· He’s also naively honest, so if anyone wants to know info they immediately go to the reservoir

· Karl has asked jokingly what Salvatore’s nether regions looked like and you told him point blank much to his horror (he no longer asks joking questions)

· Salvatore at first was startled by your laughter

· It was so loud and sudden that it had taken him off guard

· Now it’s his favorite sound, your laugh is infectious and makes him laugh

· His favorite kind of laugh is when its booming laughter mixed with snorts, because those are reserved for his jokes alone, it makes his chest feel warm and full

· He’s a shyer lover to have, but once you’ve gotten through his shell you two are a match made in heaven

DONNA BENEVIENTO

· So, Donna knew you were smart from the start, so your intelligence has never caught her off guard.

· She’s the one that will never doubt your abilities and is almost never caught by surprise by the things you can do.

· You’ve recited an entire book from memory to her before and she didn’t even bat an eyelash, she knows her partner is smart

· When it comes to languages, she’s more curious than anything, asking how you can remember so many or how you can learn them so fast

· You explain to her that they just come easily to you and they just make sense, she takes it

· Her favorite language you’ve learned is ASL, you two use it when she doesn’t have energy to talk or use Angie to talk

· She will buy you as many books as you want, and will listen to you read them (Even if they make no sense to her) while she sews or works on her dolls

· She loves your voice and could listen to it for hours, it’s soothing for her to listen to you, especially if she’s having a bad day

· Donna supports you wanting to learn how to wield a bo staff

· She loves watching you train, even if it means getting up early to see you work out before you begin your training

· You protect the house itself now, no one has gotten into the house and survived after you taught yourself how to fight

· Donna loves dancing, but is shy when it comes to dancing when it’s in front of others, gently encourage her and she’ll teach you

· She’s a wonderful teacher, and you two could dance for hours, moving perfectly in sync. It’s hypnotizing to watch honestly.

· She likes that you’re honest, it’s nice to have someone in her life who doesn’t lie or who isn’t cryptic

· It’s like a breath of fresh air for her

· Your laughter? My god she blushes every time she hears it

· She loves your laughter, and can’t help but laugh along any time she hears it

· You’re the only person alive who’s heard her laugh, or can make her laugh

· Usually, she’s wary of loud sounds but you bring her out of her shell

· Donna is the most supportive lord, she’s never once doubted you

KARL HEISENBERG

· You two are a chaotic fucking duo who will bring the end

· Both of you are intelligent, bordering genius

· Karl lets you read all his books, which means you know just as much about metal, war and more

· He recruits you in his fight against Miranda

· You two speak in different languages all the time, mostly so other people can’t understand the confidential conversations you’re having, you can never be too safe.

· With your combined intelligence things at the factory go a lot smoother, and things aren’t as horrendous as they are in the games

· You guys still do some fucked up stuff, but all is fair in war, I guess?

· Karl is 1000% behind you in learning how defend yourself

· He even teaches you how to, and is offended and pouting when in your second session you knock him on his ass

· Even the Lycans are scared of you after seeing you beat one to death with your bare hands for destroying your blueprints.

· None of the other lords fuck with you, you and Karl give off a terrifying energy when you’re together

· You two don’t have much down time, but when you mentioned wanting to learn how to dance, Karl had taught you.

· He’d been quite the dancer in his day, and found that it was nice to have a dancing partner again

· It’s a rare thing, but when you two dance it’s very intimate, full of love and unspoken promises

· I think Karl would like your laughter the most

· Because you two live in a very scary and bland world where a war is building, so happiness is far and in between

· So when he hears your laughter it’s like a gift from the universe

· Any time he hears your laughter he tries his best to engrave it in his brain, eyes full of love and chest full of warmth

· I think overall you and Karl have the hardest relationship to maintain, but by pure love and respect for each other, it all works out

#resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil village x male reader #resident evil village x reader #resident evil x male reader #resident evil x reader #re8 x male reader #re8 x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #donna Benevento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenberg x male reader #karl heisenberg #lady dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau x male reader

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alovesongshewrote · 3 years

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Lycan Subscribe - Part Two, Not Clickbait | The Four Lords HCs

i noticed that this got popular, so, in proper youtube fashion, i made a part 2. enjoy!

Taglist: @prismarts @blixeon @mxcheese @valentimmy @chrysanthykios

Headcanons

Ok, so like

You were fuckin weird enough with the lords, alcina’s daughters, and miranda when it was just y’all

THEN ETHAN FUCKING WINTERS SHOWED UP

And suddenly, there’s a 30 minute video of you and the girls putting make up on Ethan

And those 30 minutes aren’t all of it, there’s more chaos that didn’t make it into the video

Your audience would literally kill to see it, but you think it’s too fuckin funny to share

yes, ethan is tied to a chair for the entire video, why do you ask?

in the opposite direction, there’s a 30 second clip of you asking ethan if he wants to try this awesome wine that lady D keeps in her basement while you cackle maliciously

he said no :(

There’s also a 15 minute video of you just

Following ethan around the village making national documentary style commentary

Just fuckin

“Here we see the feral father cornered by rabid zombies. And, oop- he’s killed them all.”

The video is called “Father in the Wilds of Romania”

You get compliments on the sfx quality

There’s also a 46 second video of you

What else

Drinking coffee while the lords fight over ethan behind you

but you didn’t just get those 46 seconds, you got the whole family meeting

so the next week there’s the 3 minute and 37 second long remix of said fight/meeting

made by you, ofc

It’s called “Mortal Man Dick” and it’s one of the first times Heisenberg and Lady D have ever worked together on something

it has the humor of a twelve year old

“Yack, yack. If a man’s dick is cut off- man dick, man dick, give the mortal to me, and- dick, dick, dick, dick- SO GAUCHE- bread and circuses- S H U T T H E F U C K U P”

and it’s a fan favourite

Then there’s the compilation of 22 videos, all 9 seconds long, where you play the fuckin

Jojo to be continued music over ethan breaking shit

AND THEN

There’s also the 45 minute long video where you, moreau, angie and ethan review cheese and romance movies

and Ethan is

So confused

He just wants to find his daughter, and yet, there he is reviewing To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before with a fish-man, a living doll, and a mildly famous youtube sensation™

It’s such a weird day for him

BUT HEY

IT GETS MOREAU AND ANGIE (and therefore donna) TO LIKE HIM

AND

THE MAKE UP VIDEO GOT THE GIRLS (and therefore alcina) TO LIKE HIM

All that’s really left is heisenberg, who already liked ethan

And one family game of uno later, that shit’s cemented

Because ethan pulled a Draw 4 card on alcina and she low-key lost it, it was fucking hilarious

The video is called, “YOU are the one with the f**king UNO”

It’s a direct quote from angie

It’s another fan favourite

But yeah

After that, Ethan has all of the sibling’s favour, so they give him back his kid, and you all make a “callout” video for Miranda

The video mostly consists of y’all slam dunking her into a cardboard box and then throwing another cardboard box into a river then editing it so it looks like you threw miranda into a river in a cardboard box

You didn’t though, you just shipped her to the Umbrella bitches

She now lives in their basement

The video is 5 seconds long

After that, well

Ethan has joined the party

And so has rose

Cue, like

An entire series of ethan taking you and various lords (and daniella, cassandra, and bela) to walmart on diaper runs

No one but ethan actually looks for diapers

The shortest video in that series is a 20 second clip of Heisenberg staring at tools the way a moth looks at a flame while you say something like

“He hasn’t moved from that spot since we got here… it’s been 2 hours…”

Over top of it

The longest video was of the girls stealing your camera and trying to stay in the walmart overnight

They got distracted and ended up going to taco bell instead

Actually, i lied, the longest video is of angie stealing your camera and successfully staying in walmart overnight

And that was on an entirely separate occasion

The video was half an hour long and was filled mostly with angie pranking security guards and swearing like a sailor

You don’t know whether to be proud or terrified

Of course, it isn’t all crack

Sometimes it’s sweet

Sometimes you film the lord’s + the daughters + ethan and rose’s reactions to being hugged

You didn’t release all of those, some of them cried

They have not felt physical affection in so long, my dudes

They need more hugs

(yes, you do give them hugs without it being content related especially after that)

Also, one time you filmed yourself making Alcina tea, and it was sweet as hell

you and the video, not the tea

You also filmed yourself making a cake with her daughters

It went a little something like this

And just like that, we’re back to memes

Not for long tho, lol

One time you just sat in the middle of the woods and read scary stories until you freaked yourself out and fuckin ran to Heisenberg’s factory

(you lasted ~42 minutes)

He didn’t get why the hell you’d do that to yourself, but he let you follow him around for a bit until you felt better

You did not get that bit on tape

Another time you did, like

A mini ghost hunt in the now mostly abandoned village

You were doing it for the meme, but you actually heard some shit and it fuckin

Freaked you out a little bit

So you ran to castle Dimitrescu and fucking

Hung out with Alcina for the rest of the evening

You didn’t film that either, so the video of you just huntin’ for ghosts was about an hour long

THERE WAS ALSO THE TIME YOU GOT FUCKING JUMPSCARED BY ETHAN

YOU WERE FILMING SOMETHING IN THE CASTLE, AND YOU TURNED AROUND AND HE WAS JUST

THERE

YOU DON’T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT YOU WERE FILMING, YOU JUST

SCREECHED

The video was 7 seconds long and funny as hell

It’s ok, tho

As revenge, you made another sneeze compilation, this one of Ethan

He sneezes like

A dad

It’s a whole vibe

In your next sneeze comp, you add wii music

#re8 x reader #resident evil 8 x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x reader #Salvatore Moreau x reader #moreau x reader #donna beneviento x reader

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kurosstuff · 3 years

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A/N: so here's a donna x reader thing I thought of!! Also the reader is a maiden a head maid to be more exact- made the header with the only pic that DIDN'T come out terribly??? Idk how the fuck to make them?? Its- technically first pov but isnt exactly written that way idk man I'm dumb

Warning(s): blood, angie swears because I say so. Goes into slight depth of a small injury. FEMALE READER, panic attack(s) SPOILERS!! AND ANGST- this isnt a nice fic. It's not even close haha(but I changed some stuff around to make more sense so fuck you♡)

Donna Beneviento x F!reader: Right place. Wrong time

Parties sucked. Being a handmaid was fun and all but the biggest downside is you have to attend these.. events? You weren't entirely sure what they were but Lady Dimitrescu was very clear on you attending to assist her and the other lords during this time

"I swear if it weren't for Mother Miranda" Lady Dimitrescu spat out at the drunken fool-no her brother? You weren't actually sure what he was to her but they acted like siblings. Mother Miranda help anyone who asks- last person who did landed in the cellar "I would have kicked you out." Taking a drag from her cigarette. Leaning down and blowing into his face making the man start yelling as Moreau hide behind the table yet again-unless he wished to be dragged into the fight as well as he usually did during this time

If it weren't for two things happening with you. You'd probably laugh. But with how many villagers there are-the ones who hurt you. Your anxiety was racing. Even worse when the lord-no the women you were very interested in was here as well. The mysterious women dressed in all black as usual, Donna Beneviento and her doll companion, Angie by her side looking around frantically at all the new people. Jumping up and down excitedly

Deep breath...

Deep.. breath..

Turning you started out the door. Thankfully being the head maid you wouldn't exactly get in trouble with an extent of course(also helped the fact the lady and her daughters were well aware of your anxiety and were surprisingly kind about it?). As you moved you were unaware of a pair of painted eyes glancing at you before turning to another

The cool breeze in the air calmed you as you roamed around the garden. If it weren't for the weather it would have been such a beautiful sight. Well more then it was. Dispite the chilly air as winter was just rolling around the corner. The indication of it creeping up a bit closer with the speaks of ice and snow arounding around and on the flowers. Personally decorating then with their own weather, the crunch under your feet became louder as you got farther away from everyone

"So this is where you went?" A voice called out behind you, stiffening in response you could only hope for the best as you turned-half expecting one of the sisters, but you knew better then to assume that-if it was they'd have bitten you gently-as they could-before dragging you off somewhere

Turning around your assumption was proven correct. Standing infront of you was a small porcelain doll, odd colors painted on but overall handled with such care-you stared in awe before remembering yourself. Kneeling down a bit infront of the doll you smiled

"Why, hello Lady Angie" you started with a smile-watching the mock of a shock on her face, her mouth a gap more then it was before "would you like something?" Speaking softly to ensure not upsetting the doll if you even could? You weren't sure but you've heard that she had a temper of sorts on her

With a mock scuff Angie threw her hands in the air happily "ooo! 'Lady'? Can't remember the last person to call me that seriously" with a scratchy giggle she bounced around you happily. Almost intrigued with you "and what do I want? Hmm" she stopped infront of you again crossing her wooden arms in thought

"Walk with me"

She spoke suddenly after a moment rushing off you in tow- before her foot caught the long dress of hers. Almost sending her falling if you didn't grab her hoisting her up in your arms suddenly. Standing frozen for a second before placing her down gently

"Sorry Lady Angie." Looking her over you nodding in note of no injuries seen on the poor doll "rude to not ask but I'm glad your alright" before looking around her again to ensure you didn't miss anything.

Angie stood head titled to her side interested, holding her arms up to you she made grabby hands like a toddler would when wanting up. "Pick me up" she ordered with a giggle, kneeling down you gently grabbed her. Picking her up you held her against her hip, almost like a mom holding a baby or a toddler it seemed to be the best choice-her reaction was a happy laugh. Pointing off to a room she nodded her head towards there

"Off we go then Lady Angie" you said, walking to the door across the wintered garden. Opening the room to show the indoor version. After all Bela-the eldest likes to do some research on them every now and again-and some of the gardening things held vegetables for the other maidens to keep them "fresh" as they said.

The greenish room should more of the vibrant colors of the objects then the snowy wind from outside. Catching your attention was the chorus of 'down's' repeatedly from the doll-who in turn was put down on the floor gently. Rushing off she called for you to join her. Following close by you couldn't help but smile at her child like nature-dispite her crazy nature, it was very enduring

Turning the corner you didn't expect to see her maker-the lady of the Beneviento house. Donna Beneviento also the same one who caught your attention from seeing her for the first time. Growing a bit flustered you bowed your head towards her-gaining a snicker from Angie who whispered-or at least seemed like it- to the veiled women. Of what? You weren't sure but it must have been something if she suddenly jolted up almost nervous like

"Hello Lady Beneviento" you responded carefully. It was obvious to anyone who sees the Lady- she seems to not be be used to being social with others, "its nice to meet you, My lady" speaking formally as you've been taught-and reprimanded for repeatedly in the past. Thankfully now it stuck

Nothing but silence filled the room. No talking. No movement even from Angie who just stared at the Lord. Your anxiety crept up even faster now, did you say something wrong?

"..WELL!" Angie suddenly jumping up bringing her wooden hand onto your pant leg pulling you forward- with such strength for such a small doll. "Come on" she tugged again annoyed like a child would if their toy was taken from them

"Give me attention!" Smiling you followed her to the smaller table you've seen before- when you first entered you never knew why the Lady would want such a small table. Now with Angie you knew why. Sitting down infront of the doll you leaned forward awkwardly in the seat

"Thank you Lady Angie" smiling at the doll like child who held a cup of 'tea' flavored air towards you with a cackle and nod-unaware of the gaze on you both from the veiled women who underneath smiled slightly at the sight

After a couple moments of playing tea, Angie's attention was stolen from a butterfly getting up and chasing after it with a yell of- profanities which you could have only assumed she learned from the other Lords. Movement was heard behind you-aware of the other women you pretended not to hear as to not scare her off

A flower crowded your vision for a moment before you took it gently. Fingers grazing across the other women's gently-ignoring the way she flinched away almost like you burned her somehow "thank you Lady Beneviento" you replayed glancing over at the veiled women who moved to sit beside you-almost so still you would has mistaken her for a statue-if not for her breathing hitching softly as a smile crossed your face. You didn't want to scare her off as she finally started to relax around you, slightly but enough

Holding the flower you looked down admiring it with a soft smile- which if you remember correctly Bela-during her studies-called it a Calla lilies. Whatever it was, it was a beautiful flower. While looking at the flower you failed to notice the one who gave it to you watched intently. Almost like she was flustered- but it was hard to talk with her veil to anyone. Anyone but Angie-who giggled behind you. Ditching the Butterfly for the scene before her. It was not only surprising that Lady Beneviento gave it to you but it also confused you as to why. Twirling it in your fingers gently you glanced up to the black veiled women "Thank you Lady Beneviento" smiling before remembering you already thanking the women-you grew slightly embarrassed from the lack of response-unsurpising as it was.

Laughing that scratchy tone-almost like a disk being scratched you drew your attention to the doll clinging to your pant leg once more "oohh~" Angie started in a tease "Donna thinks your pretty~ I can see it I guess" Angie giggled pulling at your pants for attention-if it weren't for what she said you'd compare her to Daniela for her need of almost constant attention

"What?" Was all the response you gave as the veiled women yet again stiffened in response-before abruptly standing up. Looking up at her smiling getting up as well. Angie curling herself around your leg like that of a cat against their scratching post, the Lady before you stopped almost as if debating something before turning and leaving hurriedly. A groan was heard as Angie unwrapped herself from you and chased after Lady Beneviento'

"Aww why can't we keep them?" Was all that you heard before they left the room. A smile grazed your face at the comment. It wouldn't be all that bad to be a maid for the two Ladies. You looked at the flower in your hand unaware of the glowing yellow eyes watching with a knowing smile.

A loud call of your name rang through the building loudly- the same way it was usually used for a certain sister. Gulping the lump down you straightened your outfit as best you could to be at least somewhat presentable, the flower safely in the pocket of your front shirt poking out.

Rushing down the hallway hastily while making sure not to make it seem like your running. Getting to the lady of the castle while running from one of her daughters? Yeah not that fun. The memory of the incident where you did accidentally set one of then off thinking you were trying to run away. Rubbing the scar on your wrist shivering at the thought.

Yeah. Not again.

Rounding the corner to the front of the manor your Lady and Lady Beneviento stood almost like they were waiting for something, or someone. A loud snicker brought your attention to Angie who stated up at you, bowing your head at them respectfully-thankfully remember the first rule anyone would know

Rule 1- don't look at any of the Lord's until they gave you some sort of signal(you technically broke it? But they either didnt care or mind)

Lady Dimitrescu placed a single hand on your shoulder sending a tingle of fright and anticipation through you "I will be giving you my own head maid, Donna dear" she started nodding in your direction giving you a odd smile-almost knowing? Of something "to help around your home" with that decided-it was clear she would not be changing her mind. Not that you'd want her to either

"Oo! We get the pretty lady?" Angie giggled loudly making her run around you in circles chanting something along the lines of "Pretty!" And "tea partner" smiling softly at her, Beneviento tensed up in embarrassment at the thought of you in her home. But accepted none the less

Calling out your name as you all got ready to finally leave. You turned to your former Lord "Now" she started giving you a stern look "be on your best behavior. Treat her right." Placing a hand on your arm her nails slowly turning to claws before turning back to normal. Like a warning

Entering Beneviento's home you noted how.. homie it really was. Like a normal house minus the dolls around. Some on shelves others on random chests or just sprawled on the floor.

Smiling like a little kid on Christmas you let a small "woah" as you glanced around the Lady of the house watching you intently as you neared one of her dolls, a defensive one who attacked if an unknown/violent person enters in her home on instinct without her command. Nibbling her lip nervously under her veil she hoped you would grow uninterested in the doll.

She was wrong

"This is so cool!" You escalated getting way to close for everyone in the room. The other dolls stared worry surrounding them from their Mothers nerves being shot. The doll sprung to life-a sharp intake from Beneviento, Angie moved to get you away, She slammed her eye shut. Awaiting the scream of pain to come out. The blood. But nothing came. Slowly she opened to see what could only be a silent but swift kill.

Her mouth opened in shock. You held the doll gently in your hands-it didn't even try to harm you just stared curiously at you, "I'm assuming you made this as well m'lady?" With a tilt of your head you sent a smile her way. Shock and disbelief was all she felt-even Angie was stumped about this.

"W.." for the first time since she first learned to talk. Angie was at a lose for words. "Well of course you dummy!" She just as quickly regained her ability. With a nod of your head you placed the doll where it leapt from gently smoothing out its outfit and you moved back. Hands on your hips before turning to face the two once again

"Well I think its cute!" The dolls around the surrounding area chattered excitedly, their mother stood yet again stumped. They obviously liked you-and she had no idea what to do about it.

She ignored the giggle of Angie who stared at her knowingly.

That started your new routine.

Everyday you woke up, changed. Accompany Angie around to clean as she entertained(teased) you. Everynow and again one of the Dollmakers dolls that are capable of walking yet have no speak or full will of their own like Angie would pop up and just stare at you. Or follow you. But if you looked at then they'd run off

So that made you have another rule.

Rule 2- if one of her dolls pop up don't look at them depending on who they are, and if you see them politely smile and wave. Do not engage unless they do.

It seemed like almost everyone in the house liked you to some extent. Almost everyone. You knew the Lady Beneviento at least somewhat liked you even during the small times of seeing her.

Yet during the last couple of weeks you barely saw the Lady of the house herself. Just at breakfast through Dinner. When you bring the food in she brought the tea. She refused to let you make it- Angie said something about how that's her favorite thing(and only thing) she cooked. All the other times you assumed she had little to no interest in you.

That all changed when one day you drew her attention to you even more then you unknownly had.

While cutting the bread you glanced up watching Angie as she ran around the small room, in awe about how life like she was, even after the amount of times you've seen it and heard it- she acted like a child- it was heartwarming but it was still a surprise. "Fuck" you hissed moving your hand away from the knife, in your obviousness you accidentally cut your thumb. Some specks of blood. Looking up from the deafening silence Angie was frozen in the middle of the room staring at you mouth agape. As usual you imagined if she was truly alive you wondered if she'd outright laugh

Which she did. And to your horror mimicked you

"Fuck" Angie copied gleefully. 'Oh no' was all you could think of as you rushed to her "FUCK!!" She yelled out louder then the last

"No no Lady Angie please" you attempted to calm her. What if Lady Beneviento heard? Would she be mad? Or find this funny? You were almost scared to find out "don't say that word please" at that she froze before slowly turning her attention to you

If this was anyone else. Like for example the daughters you served at your time in the Dimitrescu castle you'd be dead right about now. That's when it finally settled in. You just gave an order. To one of the lords. And if not the most unpredictable one at that considering how out of the ordinary she is. They all were in their own sense but Angie is arguably a very very unpredictable doll. If you weren't already worried out of your mind, you are now

"Um-" you started before she floated close to your face frozen. It was a couple minutes. Long painful silence. If it weren't for this situation that was happening admiring the work done on the doll would have been something you would have been doing

"Fuck" she giggled making a deep sigh of breath you held in this moment. "Hehe~" laughing that weird laugh of hers rushing off leaving you alone in the living room. Around dolls that seemed to pierce daggers into you much harsher then usual. Like Donna knew what you just taught Angie that. Like she saw

But.. she couldn't have. She's in the basement.. right?

That night Angie still said the word and laughed like the 9 year old? You guessed? She was, but never said it infront of her mom. Thank god for that. But.. that didn't last long either

"Motherfucker" was the first thing you heard leaving your room. Looking at the small doll in question who just giggled at your shocked expression "you are a motherfucker" before rushing off laughing

"WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?" you yelled after Angie who in turn laughed even harder in horror you tried to wrap your mind around it. Did you say that? No. You're 50% sure you didn't say that word yet. At least not here

Standing in the hallway for a moment. Someone was behind you watching frozen not at you telling but at the young dolls profanity. Turning around you saw the one person you hoped wouldn't see or HEAR anything.

"L-Lady Beneviento!" You exclaimed bowing your head down harshly, "sorry about that I don't know where she heard that from" hoping to Mother Miranda she wasn't mad.

Silence.

A ear piercing silence surrounded you both in the hallway before the sound of a chuckle-then a deep soft laugh escaped the veiled women in front of you. Bringing her hand under her veil to probably whip away tears she probably had escape from how hard she laughed. Standing in shock at the scene infront of you-growing flustered before a smile crept on your face.

You could only hope you'd hear that lovely sound again.

"...thank you" a hoarse voice so soft you had to hold your breath to hear it clearly. It was even more apparent that she hardly spoke to anyone if it was that hoarse. But it was still the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. A smile crept up your face as your heart swelled in happiness. "Donna." She interpreted your thoughts making you blink in confusion

"Call me Donna"

After a couple of months you and the two Ladies of the house got closer. Angie followed you around like a duck yelling profanities or teasing you about your crush on her mom- that she somehow figured out. Just like now.

"Donna and Y/N sitting in a tree" Angie sang, dancing around the coffee table. Donna sitting next to you drinking a cup of tea under her veil "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" Angie spoke making the veiled women spit the tea out onto the table and the surrounding area.

"ANGIE" You yelled flustered but chuckling at the exaggerated reaction from Donna who was frantically whipping the spilled tea off of herself. Leaning over with a napkin you helped a bit

Silence filled the room when Angie ran out laughing the only slight of sound was the tick from the clock which sat above the door to the living room. Tapping the table you glanced at the time, realizing what the time was you jumped up catching Donna off guard

"Oh! Donna I have to see the Duke" you spoke looking away unaware of frozen panicked state. You hadn't left the house since the day you moved in, so you weren't aware of the jar, unaware of the village's state. Unaware of everything. With a gulp behind the veil the one thing that mostly plagued her mind.

What if you left?

What if you saw what she helped do and left her? Forever?

She couldn't deal with another lose- especially not you. Looking back you smiled at her gently, grabbing her hands gently rubbing the too with the palm of your thumb "I'll be back. I promise. I won't ever leave you or Angie, Donna I swear it"

Taking a deep shaky breath Donna nodded her head. "Alright. Just... don't be gone too long ok?" Donna begged-Hopeing it wouldn't seem too desperate- if it was you'd never comment on it.

"Of course" you promised.

The trip to the Duke wasn't easy nor was it too hard, bumps and bruises here and there. But in the end it will be worth it.

"Ah, the young helper from Lady Beneviento's correct?" The Duke spoke allowed rolling out of no where- you'd never figure out how he could do that. Or how the single horse could pull such a big guy either. A large grin appeared on your face

"Duke! Hey what's up?" Going over towards his shop you looked around a bit "it's been a bit quiet hasn't it?" The Duke froze turning towards you looking as you gushed over some of his items. A smile suddenly came onto his face

"Ah yes" he cleared his throat "I believe their planning on some..celebration of some sort for the Lords. And Mother Miranda of course" he concluded

"Ah, that makes sense!" Before you would say anything else something caught your attention. A single flower. A rose. If you could remember from the many books-and studies with Angie it means "Love" pointing to the rose "I would like to buy that one please" you spoke the Duke following your gaze and smiled softly

"Ah, a beautiful rose for a beautiful lord, my dear. Perfect choice" pulling out a couple more then just the single you assumed he'd pick he held them out to you gently, before you could pull your coin pouch out he held a hand to stop. "It's on the house, dear. You don't owe me anything"

"Oh! Well.. thank you Duke" smiling you took the Rose's gently in your hand turning and rushing off, rubbing the scar on your wrist in nervousness. The Duke watched in silence- he could only hope you'd stay safe looking back in his shop at the three statues he concluded- life isn't that fair nor kind to anyone.

Holding the flowers tightly so you wouldn't drop them yet gently so it wouldn't break, you smiled gently, today is the day, you were finally going to tell Donna how you felt. How much she meant to you.

Rushing up the trail to the house you couldn't help but shiver, a slightly unnerving shiver-almost cold. Obviously worried about the whole confessing thing. With a rub of your wrist you gulped deeply, biting your lip slightly-Donna would never cast you away for how you felt-she wasn't like that...

Right?

The closer you got to the door as it came into view, the more worried you became, walking around the sprawled out dolls around you took a deep breath and opened the door

"Donna. Angie I'm back!" You called out

Silence

Nothing came back. No quick pitter patter from the wooded feet of Angie sprinting towards you. Gulping down the lump in your throat you clutched the flowers a bit tighter still being mindful of how much strength you put in it.

The doll room! That must be were they are, walking around the couch you started down the hall before you froze everything happened in slow motion. The flowers falling, the white red speaks appearing in your eyes.

"No..."

The scream that pierced out of your throat in horror. Anguish and grief. The bloodied body of Donna laid on the floor Angie beside her. Blood pooled around them, it was obviously Donna's and by the looks of it- it stopped pouring out. Dropping to your knees with a heavy thonk-you ignored the pain in then. The static in your ears as blood rushed from your face. Bringing Donna's head onto your lap. You shook her gently

"Donna" you started tears rushing down harsh against your cheeks-all you saw was the blurrier vison of the women you loved "wake up" you begged shaking her yet again. Trying desperately to ignore the painfully obvious dull in her eye as her veil moved slightly, before you on instinct moved it to cover her whole face.

"Don't leave me" sobbing harshly you brought her closer as you shook. "I" gulping down the sob from your horse throat "I love you, please don't leave me alone"

"Please. Come back"

All you got was silence

Then another scream

#donna beneviento x reader #donna x reader #donna beneviento #resident evil #also the ending Ethan is behind you #ethan aha what are you doing behind me with that knife-reader #HAHAHA #everyone is dead no ones happy minus Ethan and his jar baby limbs #i wrote a fuck ton #i was going to make you Heisenbergs maid but idk how the fuck to write him #so i may do another one but that route??#i had like plots for that hehe #also. is castle the same as a manor????#idk #ima say it is lol #also i had to take stuff out because it got to long and tumblr was being pissy about it #so during the timeskip where she tells you to call her by her first name- you and her get closer you introduce her to a thing called TV and #angie won't stop watching pinocchio and has a wooden cigarette thing #donna gets upset about it so Angie fakes puffs smoke into her face #she gets time outs everytime #also you don't actually ever see her face. even at the end of the fic you wanted to give her that much #you know what i mean?#donnas last thoughts were how glad you weren't there that day. she wanted you to live happy #even without her-she would be happy #she only regretted not telling you how she truly felt #hehe.

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Sibling Dynamics Headcanons Pt 3

Heisenberg & Angie Donna

If ever there was a love/hate dynamic, this is it.

Unlike the rest of the ‘family’, Heisenberg has mastered the art of talking to Donna. It’s hard to say if this is necessarily because he found some trick to it, or if she just happens to prefer ‘talking’ to him.

Donna doesn’t actually speak to Heisenberg, but Angie does.

He’s learned over the years that it is easier to treat Angie as her own separate person than to make it obvious that he’s trying to talk to Donna through her, or to treat Angie as nothing more than a puppet.

That said, does Heisenberg like Angie? No. Angie is a goblin and he will stand by that until he dies.

In being a goblin, Angie compels Heisenberg to be at his most goblin-like as well. They are no longer permitted to sit near each other during family gatherings.

This does not necessarily stop their combined chaotic energy.

“Jurassic Park Played Badly On Recorder” energy

The Duke has a deep and profound adoration for Angie, and often gives Heisenberg shit to deliver to Donna in hopes that she’ll eventually give him Angie. Heisenberg delivers whatever it is (usually sewing supplies) but knows better than to even imply that someone wants to ‘steal’ Angie.

Donna has never openly visited the factory, but Angie is a frequent flier and likes to hide in machinery where Heisenberg doesn’t expect her.

Angie is the reason Heisenberg knows what will happen if his Cadou organ gets stabbed. Because guess who stabbed him as a joke. The resulting electrical maelstrom brought down part of the factory and also damaged Angie quite extensively.

But not enough to stop her screaming “ZAPPO!” repeatedly for hours.

If he wants to derail a family meeting, Heisenberg only needs to get her attention and mouth “Zappo” to kick off a typical Angie cackling fit.

They have an odd system between them that works alarmingly well. If Angie can hide well enough to avoid detection, Heisenberg won’t sniff her out and make her leave. If she’s obvious (and loud), he will throw her spindly ass out through a window.

Needless to say, Angie spends a lot of time airborne

Heisenberg suspects that Donna spends her fair share of time in the factory, hidden using her hallucinogens. He can’t prove it, but he’s gotten good at noticing when he’s under her influence, even slightly.

It took a long fucking time for him to figure out how to discern when Donna was causing him to see things. She’s tricked him into walking into his own lathes, off cliffs, into deep water, and out into snowstorms. The damage he’s amassed as a result of Donna playing with him is almost equal to the damage Alcina has caused him deliberately.

Donna is so genuinely disconnected from the world that Heisenberg doesn’t feel particularly hostile towards her, despite the way her games turn deadly. He’s more likely to scold himself than to scold Donna.

He is, outside of Mother Miranda, the only person who has heard Donna speak. Not Angie or some other doll, but Donna.

It has only happened a few times, and usually over something extremely banal.

In one instance, Donna asked him to pass her a pair of gardening shears while he was annoying Angie in her garden.

On another occasion, she asked if he wanted a glass of milk. He accepted out of surprise. It turned out her version of milk was loaded with an absurd amount of hemlock.

Some few years later, she offered him a handful of berries. Again, Heisenberg was alarmed enough to agree. The berries turned out to be deadly nightshade.

Whenever Heisenberg’s jacket or hat become too banged up, Donna repairs it. This usually involves Angie stealing it first, while screaming such gems as “YOU’RE TOO SLOOOOWWW”

They share a mutual dislike for Alcina. Heisenberg has his reasons, and Donna is frequently pressured by Alcina to behave differently and she regularly insults her dolls.

Angie’s favorite prank is stealing whatever Heisenberg is working on at any given time, as long as it’s light enough for her to carry. Depending on her mood, she may misplace it or she may force him to chase her through the entire village.

He has been known to plead with her as a last-ditch effort, usually when she’s on the verge of throwing something he’s spent a month working on in the reservoir.

This never works, but sometimes it buys him enough time to snatch it back or for Moreau to creep up close enough to grab whatever it is.

#RE8 #RE8 Headcanons #Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil 8 Headcanons #Resident Evil Village #Resident Evil Village headcanons #re8 heisenberg #Re8 Donna #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #Sibling Dynamics #re8 the duke #headcanons #RE8 Angie #Angie is a goblin

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S/O who lost a bet to Kokichi, punishment being a Maid’s Dress

request; Ooooo, Requests are open! Could I have a female S/O who lost a bet and now has to wear a sexy maid outfit? And Kokichi is just. Eating. It. Up.

warnings; reader lost a bet and has to wear a maid dress, reader uses female pronouns and names, reader uses master(non-sexually), cussing, had to make kaito the ‘bad guy’ for trope reasons lmfao, kokichi gets jealous and possessive, they goof off a ton at the end, overall just fluff without much plot, and i.. i dont even know how to say this, i used this phrase i found from the internet “top 15 embarrassing things to say to strangers” so like,, watch out for that..! ahahahaha-

note; omfg i hate this one so much- most out of all my works, i stg i am the most disappointed in this one. please don’t even read it- i could’ve done so much better ;-; man, i just butchered this like a fricking idiot-- sorry anon!!!! you seriously deserved so much better, i am so sorry. there are so many issues with this- the ending, the cringe, the messiness, the fucking clichés- seriously, please please forgive me. although you probably shouldn’t, i am just so so sorry T_T please don’t be afraid to ask me if you want this rewritten, i am like, BEGGING YOU TO ASK ME TO REWRITE THIS SAVIBVDHBSDKJ

word count; 2.1k

You took a deep breath before leaving your dorm, mentally preparing yourself for the walk of shame to the dining room where you had to… you didn’t even want to say it, nor acknowledge it. The bet you had lost the day before with Kokichi, had left you with nothing but bitterness in the end. Your eyebrows were permanently creased, an expression of pure regret on your face as you shuffled unenthusiastically down the hall in your frilly maid’s outfit.

Shuichi greeted you as soon as he noticed the dress, a concerned, confused and albeit a bit flustered expression on his face as he did. “H-hey S/o! Um, so are you going to the dining hall?” He asked an obvious question, just so he could somehow get you to talk about your huge dress. Only nodding shamefully, you stifled a sigh.

Shuichi only made a noise of acknowledgement, letting the conversation go stale as he was too afraid to address the elephant in the room, himself. You were both silent, Saihara standing in front of you, awkwardly planted on his spot while he looked at everything but you.

He didn’t say anything, only occasionally sparing glances at your dress as he stood like a tree. Getting irked from the silence, you deadpanned, “... You want to know why I’m wearing a maid’s dress.” He flushed at even the mention of the word, as if you had said something terrible.

“Y-you don’t have to te-” Disrupting his excuse, you looked him dead in the eye, and uttered one word, “Kokichi.” Shuichi blinked at the name, before nodding in pity. After your short response, he required no further questions, the single name was all it took for the realization to wash over him. Even if he wasn’t a detective, it wouldn’t take less than a second to know what was going on.

As if the said-Kokichi had been waiting for you to say that, Kokichi suddenly popped out of nowhere, scaring the two of you at his sudden appearance, “Oh? What’s my maid doing with Saihara-chan? Not wasting time I hope~” He laughed sadistically at your suffering, “Chop chop my maid! Since I’m your master, you’re gonna have to follow my every order! So don’t even try to disobey me; cuz I’m sure maid-chan knows what happens when she does, right? Nishishi!” You cringed at the nickname, ere sighing in defeat and letting him drag you to the dining room where you’d soon meet your demise.

You looked back at Shuichi one last time, mouthing a, ‘Help me.’ as Kokichi dragged you away. Shuichi only sent back a sheepish and apologetic look, in which you glared at him, betrayal overtaking you.

A couple of minutes later of countless teasing and judgemental looks sent your way, you were finally at the dreaded destination. To your surprise, Kokichi eagerly kicked the door to the dining room open before you could even prepare yourself, the entire class turning around at the loud noise. Kaito was first to speak up about the dramatic entrance, ‘Kokichi!? What the actual F-! … f-ffffffffffuuhh..” Kaito trailed off, his attention shifting off Kokichi, to focusing on you in a maid’s dress.

Despite wanting you to feel the pure unfiltered humiliation, the sadistic bastard definitely did not love the way Kaito was eyeing you. Smile faltering for a second, he considered dragging you to his own room and having you perform a private show for him instead of these assholes. Shaking his head, he tried dispersing the thoughts of… jealousy? No, that can’t be it.

He decided he’d delay his feelings of conflict for later, and unfortunately for you, focusing back on your nervous figure. Peaking at the look on your face, he couldn’t help the twinge of worry for your well-being.

Noticing him stare at you with a small concern, you furrowed your brows in suspicion, that wasn’t really like him. Only then, did you notice the desperation on his face. He looked like he was choosing to either say, “Are you okay?” or “Pleaaaase!” He watched you, eyes wide with worry yet looking as if he had been begging you. Choosing your fate, you sent him a reassuring, but solemn nod, deciding to do the act he had been looking forward to for the entirety of yesterday; the day you lost that damned bet.

You sighed defeatedly at his pouty expression, you were weak for him and he knew it.

“Alright.” He looked up at you with expecting eyes, holding back a shit-eating grin, “Alright what..?” You sighed for the 2nd time within the span of 45 seconds, “Ugh... Master.” The single word uttered out from your pretty lips had his entire body shuddering, fighting back the blush on his face, he leaned his back towards you teasingly, his ego had been very clearly stroked, “That’s right. I’m your master; so come on and get to it! Don’t make your master wait~” He added, clearly enjoying your misery. You pouted, where did the worried Kokichi go?

Turning to face the crowd that seemed to be staring at you while you flirted talked normally with Kokichi, you felt your frills shuffle with each movement you made. You closed your eyes in preparation, making a mental note never to make a bet with Kokichi, ever. “Do I have to get on my knees?” He smiled cheerfully, “It’s part of the deal~” ‘Nishishi’ing as dread washed over your face.

Everyone watched in anticipation, some with concern, but mostly the former— as you got on your knees, the skirt neatly pleating on the ground.

Disgruntled, you uttered out a small, “If you tickle me, I will… I- “ You looked back at Kokichi, a look of, ‘Do I have to do this?’ contorting on your face as you stared at him pleadingly, dying inside when he nodded frantically like a child at a candy store.

“... S-say hee hee and prance around like a rainbow lollipop on a cloud of unicorn wishes.“ You flinched , the entire class had suddenly started howling and rushing towards you—most likely to tickle you—, but right before a giddy Angie and a determined Tenko could get their hands on you, Kokichi suddenly spoke up, stopping them in their tracks. “Hey! She’s not allowed to be touched by mutts like you, so get back!” He brutally spat, voice scratching from the force of his words.

Kaito immediately took the opportunity to ask you out as Kokichi’s occupied with the others, not hesitating for a second. Tapping on your shoulder, a shy smile adorning Kaito’s face as he awkwardly shuffled, “Hey S/o..! Do you maybe wanna, um..” Kokichi swiftly popped out from underneath your skirt as if this was a routinely thing, standing in between you and Kaito. “What the hell-” Kaito recoiled back in shock, had he just been hiding under there?? Kokichi looked at you, before looking back at him.

You were sure if looks could kill, Kaito would’ve been dead a year ago. “Hey. You know she’s mine, yeah?” Kokichi spoke with a dead-cold look on his face, before almost immediately contorting back into his usual mischievous smile, “... My personal maid, of course! Nishishi!” Kaito stared Kokichi down, in which Kokichi simply glared back in amusement, the same smile staying onto his face. Irking, Kaito discontentedly walked away, shortly after Kokichi had won the stare-down.

Exhaling loudly, his smile fell off his face as well as the breath he kept in, a neutral expression replacing his grin as he stared back at you, “You know, this whole thing is getting kinda boring, let’s just leave.” He tried putting on his signature charming grin, but you could see the way his teeth clenched. It seemed Kaito asking you out had a bigger effect on him than he wanted to admit.

Despite teasing and asking him if he was worried and/or jealous on the way to a secluded area, he persists, staying stubborn and brushing it off. “It just wasn’t as fun as I thought! Now stop nagging me and hurry uuuuup! You’re such a slowpoke.” Perking up, he suddenly remembered something, “Oh wait! That’s an order, right? So you have to obey.” Rolling your eyes, you jolted as an idea suddenly found its way to your head.

Flashing a mischievous smirk in his direction, you left him bewildered as you started sprinting across the field. “Wh- Hey! Haha, what the fuck!?” He cackled at how stupid you looked, throwing your heels across the field somewhere as you stumbled from the length of the dress, still running to god knows where.

His laughing suddenly halted as he witnessed the way you took a large leap and stepped on your dress, tumbling down as you did.“Stooop! You’re gonna actually hurt yourself, seriousl-! …” Kokichi suddenly fell silent as you fell on your face, only sounds of him choking back holding back his own loud laughter. But the boy could only hold back for so long, and as you raised your head from the field, you could hear him just fucking losing it.

Turning around and glaring directly at him, you stumbled back to your feet, jogging towards one of your lost heels before hurling it directly at Kokichi’s stomach. “Take that you little shit!” Now you were the one laughing at his misery. In the end the heel didn’t do what you wanted it to, as he just kept on laughing, only now wheezing from the hilarity of the situation and for the air you knocked out of him.

Hearing his crazy horse laughter fill the air, you couldn’t help but laugh just as loud, along with him. You jogged up to his hysterical figure, falling down next to him, your own giggles mingling in with his. He turned his head to you, pointing at your face weakly, before throwing his head back and laughing even louder.

Eventually, the laughter calmed, both of you just bathing in the afterglow of the extreme euphoria you both had felt. Kokichi turned his head again, staring at you in thought. Noticing his eyes, you took your eyes off the sky, catching his seemingly whipped gaze, “What?”

He smiled, “Even though you look like a maid who had just went through hell to try and escape her traumatizing slave prison life, you still look cute.” Admitting with no hesitation and way too many details, he watched in amusement as your face flushed. “And borderline sexy too. I am loving the sexy prisoner look.” He added, catching you off guard as you flushed even harder.

He sighed lovingly, “You know, I’d gladly pay you to stay in that dress... And I’m not lying.” You scoffed and looked at him in disbelief, Kokichi frowning back, “Hey! Don’t look at me like that! You know damn well, you look hot in those tights.” He drifted his eyes lower and lower, tilting his head to get a better view- before you suddenly chopped him.

Wincing from the hit, he started bawling, “Uwah! How meeeaan! And to do that to your master too! How could you!?” Here come the waterworks. You only grimaced, right before decreasing your face in defeat, deciding to play along, “Fine. I’m sorry then,” Sighing, “Master.” You groaned out, clearly unhappy with the title Kokichi had forced on himself. Kokichi went light-headed as soon as he heard that word come out your lips, smiling like a goof, he only gawked at you.

Shooting your head back to him, you were concerned as to why he was suddenly quiet. Was there something wrong with him? Did he pass out? “Master?” You called him by his title, shaking his tiny figure. The expression on his face showed pure bliss, “Just kiss me already.”

He snapped out of it for a second, eyes darting to yours. You glared at him, in which he simply glared back, a challenging smirk on his face, differing greatly from his expression from earlier, “That’s an order~”

Blinking at the statement, you gave in to your demise, slowly leaning down to kiss his forehead lightly, a flush on your face. Pressing your lips lightly against his skin, you pulled away shortly, lingering no longer than you had to. However short it was, that alone seemed to do it for him, as you swore you saw hearts shoot out from the spot in which you pecked.

Giggling strangely, he rested on the field, completely surrendering his body to the earth as he went limp. “Nishi… My maid loooves me!” You stayed silent at the bold remark, wanting to refute but you knew he’d just figure out your lies.

... Even so, you refused to admit it, “You fucking wish.” Snorting, you pushed his face away from you gently, cackling as you heard his whining.

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cinderspots · 3 years

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MIA WINTERS AU [PT. 3]

[PT. 1] [PT. 2]

Included: Mia Winters, Rosemary Winters, Mother Miranda, Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu

So after they deal with Eva pulling a persephone, Miranda takes Mia to meet the danger bugs and Alcina.

Donna's :( but Mia promises to come back so it's all good

Rose now likes Angie even though shes feral af and tries to bite her

Anyways

They go over to the castle and Mia thinks over the last few months and finally comes back to the reason she was sent to Donnas

Haha killed the father of my child for my technical paramour.

And she works herself up all over again and Miranda is just as bad as she was at the start so shes hoping Danielas home

Or Bela

Bc let's be real Alcina and Cassandra are worse than Miranda when it comes to humans

So they show up and not even ten seconds in does Cassandra materialize and tackle Mia, thinking shes food

Miranda legit whacks her on the head like a dog

Its hilarious

The whole family arrives and Bela tilts her head and recognizes Mia somehow

And then Mia is like: Hiii I was married to the dude that tried to murder you all, what's your name?

Yeah that didnt go down well

Alcina was ten seconds from just chop chop, oopsies she ded

Miranda stepped in and like explained in much better terms than Mia and then everyone was happy

Sort of

Cassandra was banned from going within twenty feet of Mia so she was in a pissy mood

And Mia went out of her way to get as close as possible so she'd get yelled at

Bela realised this first and immediately liked Mia more for it

Cassandra just had middle child syndrome the entire time

Daniela was cracking up when she realized it

Eventually Alcina realized Mia was being a lil shit and just walked away so then Mia had to like

Run

Miranda was sitting with the kids like: ayo I dont know how to do this help

So then Alci babysat the kids for a while and immediately was like, I am the wine aunt, fight me on that I dare you

Nobody fought her on that

Eventually Mia just fuckin pulled a lil stunt

An easy one

Not at all worrisome

Look Mia's stupid in stressful situations

She jumped out a window

Miranda almost died when she saw that omfg she got so panicked-

Alci just stared in utter awe at her idiocy

Bela was mildly concerned

Cassandra was not

Cassandra was full ass cackling

It was great

I lied it wasnt

Mia had a broken leg and Miranda was livid with her for that

This headcannon turned to crack so quickly wth

Then Mia bonded with everyone

Alci with the I'm a mom and I would like sleep but that's never happening because LOOK AT MY CHILDREN

Bela over sciencey shit

Cassandra over the horrifying events in her life

She basically just told her about Lousiana and Cassandra just loved the pain

Daniela and her books

Mia hates Twilight because that series is garbage, but she reads it purely because she is out of ideas with Daniela

And then everyone is just like

So if your dating(??) our (grand)mother, then are you also our (grand)mother???

And that was a whole thing tbh

Mia banned the word grandmother and all its relative names

Miranda was secretly like thank me bc I hate that they apparently called me that

Shes still very narcissistic let's be real

And then Mia was just chilling

Then Rose made a vaguely violent gesture and horrifyingly Cassandra decided she was gonna teach her some skills

That was a whole nother thing

But Mia checked out and made Miranda stop her

So :p

#resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #mia winters #rosemary winters #mother miranda #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #eva #headcannons #mother miranda x mia winters

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feeling guilty about not finishing my beladonna oneshot by the time i wanted to but there’s been some personal things going on so it’ll be a bit more till i can finish it </3.

but here’s a snippet of it! (currently titled “two am who do you love”). obviously more edits will be made but it’s good to have an idea of what my plan is!

ONE DAY BEFORE WINTER

It was one of those rare occasions where the whole Dimitrescu got to head to a “family meeting” together.

(Though it would be difficult for Bela to classify the lords relationships as a family. She has never said it outright but she secretly despised Mother Miranda. She was the only person in the world who made her mother scared. And she didn’t like things that made her mother scared. But, of course, if she wanted her family to be safe and for her life not to be in jeopardy, she would need to keep her mouth and opinions mum.)

It was a simple progress meeting to see how each lords respective experiments are going.

And it was a perfect time for Alcina to show off her daughters for the umpteenth time and laugh as she sees whatever stupid robotic thing Heisenberg had created.

Daniela and Cassandra never pay attention during these meetings. Bela can’t blame them- they are quite awfully boring.

Her sisters start off the meeting staying still and act like they are paying attention, but after a few minutes (usually when Moreau starts blubbering) they start jittering around, turning into swarms to go and annoy whoever is present.

Bela just stayed still, partially annoyed by her siblings.

She knew that no matter how much she despised Mother Miranda, these meetings were important to her mother and she wanted to pay attention. It didn’t matter if the the whole meeting was just constant bickering between her mother and Heisenberg, it was important that she was in the loop on what was going on.

(and it totally isn’t because her mother will visit her in her room separate from her sisters and praise her for being so well behaved. definitely not.)

It wasn’t until 30 minutes had passed when Belas mind started wandering.

Her mother and Heisenberg were arguing over some small thing, Cassandra was slyly poking at Moreau through the means of her flies, and Daniela was chasing that annoyingly high pitched doll.

Belas eyes slowly made their way to the owner of the doll who was sitting quietly, watching the entire meeting unfold behind the wings of Miranda.

Bela was always curious about Lady Beneviento. She had only seen her a couple of times in her new life. Only when she was invited to these meetings or those rare occasions where she was sent to retrieve the dresses mother had commissioned from the woman.

(though, those times the door was answered by that ugly doll who wouldn’t let her step 2 feet into the house. She did once see the Lady in the corner attending to some type of housekeeping, but her veil was on and didn’t seem to acknowledge bela’s presence.)

She hadn’t heard much about the Lady from her mother either. Mainly because whenever her mother discussed the meetings during dinner time she ranted about Heisenberg and how “bastardly” and “childish” that man was.

She had once asked about her during one cold winter night when boredom was taking over the best of her. She was in her mothers room getting her hair brushed and her needs attended to. It was a quiet ritual that her mother had with all of her daughters to make sure that they all know that they are individually loved and cared for.

When Bela asked, alcina stopped her brushing and met Bela’s eyes in the vanity mirror with a singular eyebrow raised.

“Any reason you are asking, daughter?”

Bela swallowed and started picking at her fingers, a terrible habit she had picked up whenever she felt slightly at unease.

“Mother, I think it’s important that I know about the works of this village. I just haven’t heard anything about the Lady so that is why I am asking.”

Alcina was silent for a beat before giving a small chuckle and continues to braid her daughters hair.

(Of course Bela would be curious. After all, she is cooped into the castle for a whole season and isn’t allowed to wander far from the premises in case some stupid man-thing gets the wrong idea and tries to hurt her. The last thing in the world Alcina wants is her daughters to be hurt in anyways.)

She told Bela about how the Ladys father was an experienced doll maker from Italy and how Donna took over the family business. That she was the youngest of the four lords but never spoke much, only through her doll. And even with that, her mother didn’t know the connection that they had.

Bela then asked about the veil and why the Lady needed to hide her face.

“My child, as far as I know no one human has seen her face other than Mother Miranda and I. I had actually painted a portrait of her many years ago at her request, but I had to make some alterations. She has lost a lot in her life so one must assume she wears the garment as a way of honoring those who have left her.”

Bela wanted to ask more, but before she could inquire, the door was being banged on by Daniela requesting for her turn for time with Mother.

Bela’s thoughts were quickly interrupted by Daniela speeding past her with a screaming doll rattling around in her hands.

At first, Donna didn’t seem to care about the scene that was unfolding, but upon further staring observation, Bela noticed her shoulders had stiffened a tiny bit.

Just before Daniela had gotten away, Bela grabbed her by her hood and pulled her down, causing her to fall and lose grip of the doll.

Although Bela wasn’t sure if the clunk of porcelain could feel anything, she still asked if she was alright.

“Yeah, yeah I’m great flyface. Just tell your rabid sister to calm her buzzing.” the doll murmured back before running to her owner.

Belas eyes followed to where she ran, seeing the lady bent down to pick up it up, like how a mother would her child, and rest her on her lap.

Bela stared in admiration of the woman, resting her chin on her hand with a small smile.

“Why did you have to do that you bitch?” Daniela murmered, making bela remember that she still had a tight grip on her youngest sisters hood. She quickly pulled her closer to sit next to her and let go of the dress.

“You have to behave. Or else mother won’t let us come to these meetings anymore.”

“I’m all good with that. They bore me tremendously.”

Bela rolled her eyes before letting Daniela snuggle up against her to take what seems to be a small nap, her head resting on the crook of her neck.

She turned to look back at the Lady and was met by the veiled woman looking back at her.

She couldn’t tell what the expression was on the woman’s face since it was covered, but she notice that she was laxed a little bit.

Bela looked at her andraised an eyebrow, a subtle check-in.

The only response she got was a small nod before the woman turned to the ruckus Heisenberg was making

(but that didn’t satisfy Bela still. She sent one of her flies to perch onto the womans shoulder. It didn’t seem that she noticed the insect but it was enough to keep Belas mind at peace.)

Sooner or later (Bela honestly cannot tell with how long she was entranced by the woman) the meeting get’s wrapped.

“I will be arranging the next meeting soon, so be sure to prepare for that phone call. Also Alcina, do be sure your daughters are safe. I have heard from the Duke that this winter will be especially harsh.”

Just as her mother was about to leave with her daughters (of course, after vying for Mirandas attention for as long as she could), Bela turns around to see Lady Beneviento making her way towards the exit.

“Mother, I will join you in a second. I need to do something, I promise to be quick.”

Her mother simply raised an eyebrow but gave her a small nod as she makes her way out, Cassandra right next to her and a sleeping Daniela nestled in her arms.

Bela swarms her way to the dollmaker, catching her right before she left.

“Lady Beneviento?”

The woman stops for a second as if to check if she wasn’t hearing sounds that were made up in her head, before turning around.

“Now what the fuck do you want, beehive?” the doll said, making herself sit up taller in her owners arms.

“Well, I, um..”

“Spit it out, Me and Donna are very busy people who have actual work to do,”

“I want to apologize on behalf of my youngest sister for straining your doll...”

“The names Angie, flyface! get it right,”

“Right right, sorry.”

“Anyways, all is forgiven. It was actually kind of fun! These meetings make me want to bang my head against the pillars till im turned to dust. Though, I can’t do that or else you-know-who will get sad.”

Bela simply nods with a smile before turning to the woman.

“Lady Beneviento it is always a pleasure to see you. But I’m afraid I must leave now. Mother doesn’t like it when we stay out late, especially since winter is about to arrive. Maybe after the season I could come over with my sisters so they can play with…Angie… in a more appropriate setting?” She asked with a hopeful tone.

A beat passes before the woman simply nods and Angie starts cackling, as if she found the whole situation amusing. She turns around and leaves through the exit.

Bela, however, notices something fall out from the woman as she was walking away.

She leans down and analyzes what it was. It was a small, silk black cloth.

As she examined it more, she saw the fancy embroidered crest of House Beneviento.

“Lady Beneviento! You dropped your handkerchief!”

but it was too late, the Lady was long gone.

She sighs and tucks it in her dress, before swarming off to catch up with her family.

she reasoned that she could return it once winter ends, but now she was filled with a feeling that she had never felt before.

longing.

#beladonna #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x donna beneviento #this is so rough i apologize in advanced #definetly more editing will be done i promise!!!!

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 3 years

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Did you hear about the Fraktz haunting in New South Wales (1995ish)?

It has gotten a little folklore-y and probably sensationalised over the years, but the basic premise is that Dina and Hans Fraktz were one of those overly helpful religious types, and were raising their three kids (Curtis - 11, Angie -8/9?, Louisa-May - 3) just about the same.

They lived in Albury, NSW which is in Australia in a dept of housing place, not much room but they made do and were always grateful to god about it. Enough that, as the story goes, it catches the attention of some demonic entities.

Belphorn bets that Lucifer can't corrupt the whole family in under a year, and of course the overachiever that he is, the head of hell says 'Hold my beer mate' and goes to work.

It starts as every horror movie starts, weird noises, bad dreams, smell of decay, something in the corner of their eye, etc. Louisa-May is the most sensitive, and of course, gets taken first after promising something to her 'imaginary friend'.

The paediatrician isn't sure what to do when her frantic parents present at the clinic with a toddler that keeps cackling maniacally and contorting in ways bodies shouldn't. They rationalise it's probably ehhlers-danlos sydrome or a varient, and this needs further observation. A referral for a specialist is provided, and that's that apparently.

Of course with a 'sick' child, the stress and tension in the house is high. Dina and Hanz are having whispered not-arguments so the kids won't hear, and Hanz pretends to ignore that Dina's gone back to smoking ten a day to keep herself calm. In the same way she turns a blind eye to his fermented grape juice dinners... and breakfasts.

Curtis shows the stress by acting out at school, getting detentions frequently and just skirting away from suspension by technicality alone. His friends distance themselves, he has no energy for footy anymore, and he can barely concentrate because something is always just behind him. He screams himself awake, begging it to just leave him alone, he'd do anything to just be left alone.

"Anything?" the shadow asks one night in late June, detaching from the wall. There's a few variations of the pact that the demon makes, but they all boil down to 'you can't be scared of us, if you're one of us' and Curtis is so tired he accepts.

The next morning Curtis is muttering in ancient sumerian under his breath, with bloodshot eyes and a strange echo to his voice.

Hanz speaks with their local minister about an exorcism, or some sort of spiritual guidance. A bake-sale to assist in medical care is organised, and a prayer night held for the two Fraktz children.

Nothing seems to change. Dina can only turn the crucifixes in the house rightside up so many time a day, and starts to just walk past them now. Who cares anymore?

Morning and Evening prayers go by the wayside, and even saying Grace falls out of fashion because its horrifying to hear it babbled back in dead languages, or one of your children shrieking at the holy words burning her ears...

By September, Dina's exhausted. Something's scurrying in the walls at night and she knows its not rats, it can't be. She checks on Curtis and Louisa-May to make sure it's not either of them climbing the walls again.

Hanz won't get up anymore, so she tends to wander the house with a flashlight trying to find the noise, and ignoring the lingering sensation of something breathing on her neck. She ignores it, because their minister said acknowledgement gives it power.

Something has written an ominous message across her kitchen wall in what is either blood or thick jelly, and that's the straw that breaks the camel's back. Dina bursts into tears and starts yelling for whatever was doing this to get the FUCK out of HER HOUsE because she JUST WASHED THAT WALL and WHO DID IT THINK IT WAS to go doing something like that?

Something knocks a few jars over, and four slash marks appear on the bench. Dina's scared but still angry, she screams at the air, turning in every direction. "What do you want? Tell me, and I'll do it, just leave us alone!"

By the time Hanz stumbled into the kitchen, swaying and dizzy from his skinfull, Dina wasn't there anymore. Well, at least, her body was.

Hanz would tell his neighbour, the minister and his church group about finding Dina walking on the ceiling and singing an old lullaby to the sleeping Louisa-May in her arms. She reportedly screams at him when he asks what in god's name is she doing?

Terrified, Angie asks her father if she can go stay with her aunty (Meryl) in Woodonga, just a town over. Hanz readily agrees, and drives her there himself, before again seeking assistance from the church.

The minister, clearly not ever having been prepared for such things when he'd accepted the small town position, was at a loss and offered platitudes. Using comparisons to Job to try and help Hanz feel that his faith was merely being tested, and not that God had abandoned him...

For the first time in his life, Hanz began to doubt in the power of the Lord. He left a few journal entries around October 1995, many of which contained the phrases "I feel like I'm going mad" and "I know I'm not crazy, but it feels like I am", as things spiralled out of control.

The main barrier to accessing help, is that Dina, Curtis and Louisa-May were perfectly capacble of acting like themselves when people came around. So Hanz came off as having some sort of mental health episode, and the minute they left, things deteriorated again.

At his wit's end, Hanz locked himself in his bedroom and begged the lord for help. Sobbing and pleading, clenching his hands so tightly in place that his nails pierced the soft flesh between his fingers and the crucifix imprinted on his palms.

It was not entirely clear what happened after this point, as the tales all like to make interesting claims but the key point is there were no actual witnesses, except Hanz and the already 'taken'. But by the next morning Hanz had been subsumbed by the entity as well.

Despite being with her aunty, Angie continued to have nightmares that she would shriek herself awake from, well into late November. Her aunt and two adult cousins would take turns reading to her, distracting her, and reminding Angie about Christmas coming up soon so she had something to look forwards to.

They also took turns sleeping on the floor by her little bed in the guest room, so that there was always someone to point out there was 'nothing there and nothing can hurt you' when Angie woke up distressed. [Her older cousin Deliah has a book about the ordeal, and I think it might be in e-reader, but you can google it if you want.]

So Christmas rolls around, and excitement for Santa overlays even the deepest fear of shadows, which seems to breathe some life back into little Angie. Her aunt is relieved, but is still fighting to get some in-home supports for her brother, his wife and their other two children; she knows something's wrong, but suspects it might be something in the old council pipes...

Angie struggles to keep her eyes open as the countdown begins, and just managed a solitary enthused 'tooooooooot' from her party blower before falling asleep on the couch against her other cousin, Javin. The adults laugh uproariously and take photos, for when she's old enough to be embarrassed by such things.

Oddly enough, the new year seems to have snapped the rest of the family out of their funk, as if 1996 has a power all of its own. Things seem to slip back into place as if people had not been puppeted by a demonic entity for nearly 12 months...

Down in hell Lucifer was fuming and Belphorn was far too smug.

But what could be said about the bet? Lucifer was bound to lose, because he didn't possess all the Fraktz.

#i made this #its bad but i am proud #sorry #Joke

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kitsuragied · 3 years

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a slip of the tongue- jamilmads

@who-knew-what I wrote a part 2 to Home Is Where The Heart Is! expect more to come, too. I’m already working on two more installments in this universe. I’ll tag all of them with “#home ‘verse” so you can find them. enjoy, y’all!

“Alex?” John asks, peering into Alex’s office. The man is barely keeping himself awake, empty mugs of coffee all around him and papers on the floor. It’s nearly midnight. “Are you alright? Do you need me to take you home?”

“I’m alright,” Alex mutters. “They’ll take me home.” John furrows his brow. People taking care of Alexander Hamilton isn’t unheard of, exactly, but usually it’s one of his friends, and he isn’t aware of any new people in the friend group. Everyone else is sleeping at home already.

“Who?” he asks. “You got a boyfriend or something?” He meant it as a joke, because Alex would have told him. Right? But then Alex looks up at him, his tired expression twisting into something happier.

“I got boyfriend,” he slurs, obviously exhausted. John sighs. Whatever that means, he’ll parse it later. For now, he just wants to make sure Alex gets back to his house.

“Yeah, well, is ‘boyfriend’ gonna pick you up in a few? The office is closing soon,” he says.

“Thomas’ll drag me out anyways,” Alex responds, though he looks distinctly annoyed at the thought.

The revelation hits John like a freight train. There’s only one Thomas in the office (not counting Thomas Paine, who’s a level above them when it comes to management and is also very old), and that Thomas is the guy Alex screams at and then complains about to John. What? He considers asking Alex for more details, but looks again at Alex’s figure hunched over the desk, typing furiously, and decides against it.

Alex, in his sleep-deprived state, has no idea why he said “I got boyfriend” or if he even said it. He has a vague memory of John’s gears turning as he stares at him from the doorway, but that’s all, and he promptly forgets about it.

Thomas and James are entirely unaware of the incident. Thomas did end up storming in after receiving an email from Alex about the project he was working on and dragging him out, scolding him like a child (“I have no idea what you’re trying to accomplish with this, Alexander, but so far I only see death by loss of sleep”), but only several minutes after John had left.

So a week later he finds himself dragging James into his office. He just wants a quick kiss, initially, and then it turns into something more and James is straddling him in his chair, making out like there’s no tomorrow, and then John Laurens barges in, stops short, glares at Thomas, and turns on his heel and runs. Thomas exchanges a bemused look at James, but John’s been sending him those glares (albeit more of an “I’m watching you” sort) all week, and he thinks nothing of it, chasing James’ mouth with his own again.

Alex barely looks up as John barges into his office, glancing once at his friend and then returning to the screen. The click of the keyboard resumes, John’s heavy breathing filling the office. “What is it?” Alex asks when John continues to simply stand there, out of breath from his run. It takes a few more moments before he can gather enough breath to speak.

“Thomas- is- cheating,” he pants.

Alex’s head snaps up. “What?” he says sharply. He isn’t worried for himself- he can deal with the fucker- but it’s James he’s worried about. And then there’s also a slight disbelief. He knows John would never lie to him, not with something like this, but he also knows that Thomas wouldn’t cheat. Right?

“He- was- hang on,” John says. Now in a better state, he continues, “he was making out with Madison in his office, I’m really sorry, Ham- what is it?” Alexander had slumped over his desk, cackling with laughter.

“Oh my god,” he says after a moment in which he feels hysterical and John is plain confused. “I cannot believe- I thought- if you knew about Thomas-”

“Get to the point, will you?” John asks, beginning to feel annoyed.

“Okay- okay so,” Alex begins, then dissolves into laughter again. “Sorry. So. Thomas is my boyfriend.” John nods, well aware. “James is also my boyfriend.” At this, John tilts his head. Wouldn’t that be worse, then? Double betrayal? “Thomas is also James’ boyfriend.” John is lost, as is evident in his expression. “Look- it’s- it’s basically like, like, I like both of them and they like me and them- like a- it’s a- triangle of love, of sorts,” he says. Having never really considered the unconventionality of his relationship, he finds himself at a loss to describe it. John is even more lost, having not followed half of what he was saying. “Like a couple, except with three people! I’m with James and Thomas and Thomas is with James and me and James is with Thomas and me. Like a big puddle of love,” he says, acutely aware that he’s not doing a very good job of explaining. John, however, seems to get it, nodding slowly as he processes the words.

“OH!” he nearly shouts. “Ohhhh. Goddamn, I feel like an idiot.”

Alex laughs. “You are!”

Later that night, Alex finishes recounting the story to his boyfriends, lying across Thomas and James’ laps on the couch. James laughs, fingers entangled in Alex’s hair. “Wait- so how many of your friends besides John know about us?” Thomas asks. Alex pauses, considers.

“Actually I think only John knows,” he says. “Wow. I just completely forgot to tell them.”

“Are you going to tell them?” James says. “I mean, I could understand if you didn’t want to, considering-” he waves his hand around, the gesture invoking memories of shouting competitions in meetings and furious disagreements and, especially, Alex breaking off his friendship with James and coming to them crying afterwards.

“It… should be fine,” Alex says, though he sounds uncertain. “In any case, they’re my friends, they’re legally obligated to support me even if my boyfriends are assholes.” Thomas smacks his thigh.

“I’m gonna call them right now,” Alex announces. “I’m probably going to forget later if I don’t.” Saying this, he picks his phone up from where he’d discarded it on the floor and proceeds to call Eliza. She picks up on the first ring.

But it isn’t her who answers. “This better be a good excuse for why you’re not at game night,” Angelica snaps. Alex’s face is blank for a moment, and then he remembers.

“Shit!” he hisses. “I’m so sorry, Angie, I just-” he looks up at James and Thomas, who are giving him disapproving looks- “forgot. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m putting you on speaker. Apologize to all of us.”

“Sorry!” Alex says into the phone, and he hears a chorus of voices rushing to reprimand him..

“This is the second time in a row you’ve forgotten,” Hercules says. “What happened, man? I thought you had a reminder or something!”

“I thought I did!” Alex says desperately. “I’m so sorry, you guys. I was just, uh…” He trails off, searching his mind for a plausible excuse.

“Well?” Peggy asks.

“Actually, I called you guys to tell you something because I forgot to, so uh…” James nudges him. “I have boyfriends,” he says. Their reactions are immediate: five different voices start talking at once, raising their voices to be heard over the others and creating a cacophony of both pleased and annoyed tones. He can’t hear John saying anything, and he imagines him sitting smug on his bean bag (Hercules has bean bags in his apartment for whatever reason) while the others crowd the phone.

“Who?” Lafayette demands. “Tell us at once, mon ami! Why did we not know sooner?”

“Uh. So,” he starts, hearing his friends fall silent at once. “James?” It comes out more of a question than an answer, but they get it immediately.

“Madison?” Eliza says. “Didn’t you-”

“Yes, well, we’ve worked it out,” James interjects. It’s still a bit of a sore subject. There’s immediate squeals on the other end.

“James!” Angelica says in surprise. “You’re there?”

“Evidently,” he says, though he’s smiling. “Hello, Angelica.”

“Mon amiiiiii, you cannot leave us hanging like this,” Lafayette interrupts. “Tell us who the other person is! Do we know him? Is he handsome? Oh! Are they a girl?”

“You do know him,” Alex concedes, “and his handsomeness… mmm, not quite there,” he continues, earning another smack on the thigh from Thomas.

“I am very handsome, thank you very much,” Thomas cuts in smoothly. His friends fall silent at once.

“Is that… is that Jefferson?” Peggy whispers.

“It IS!” Lafayette shouts. “I knew it! I knew it! See, I told you, Alex, mon cousin is not that bad once you get used to him-”

“Is it Attack Thomas Day or something?” Thomas grumbles. James pats him condescendingly on the head.

“Hush now, the grownups are talking,” he says.

“Hold up,” comes Hercules’ voice from the phone, which is now balanced on Alex’s chest. “You’re dating Jefferson? The guy you used to whine about whenever you came over?” Thomas raises an eyebrow at him.

“Oh? You whined about me? Do I truly affect you that much?” he teases.

Alex makes a hmph noise. “I did not!” he protests. “Stop lying, Hercules!” And that’s the end of any questions about his relationship, thank god. They spend a couple more minutes just messing around with each other before they disconnect abruptly upon discovering that John knew before them.

There’s silence for a bit afterwards. Thomas shifts, nestling closer to James and slinging his arm around him, the other hand resting on Alex’s thigh. “Your friends are… something,” James says eventually, threading his fingers once again through Alex’s hair.

Alex laughs. “They sure are.”

I very much hope “I got boyfriend” made you laugh as much as I did. Please, please reblog! Likes don’t do anything! If you comment I’ll love you forever.

#home 'verse #hamilton #jamilmads #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #james madison #john laurens #hercules mulligan #angelica schuyler #marquis de Lafayette #peggy schuyler #elizabeth schuyler

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silent-silver-slip · 3 years

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Hello I am being a self indulgent brat and making the whole server deal with it

May I request the band finding Aurora as a living breathing dragon and trying to deal with looking after her, featuring Julie being like WE DO NOT HAVE A MANUAL FOR THIS

thank you for your time I will go away now 😂

It might've taken me a few days Angie, but I did it! You now have two stories featuring JATP and Aurora. Only one of them contains Julie, but you get Carlos as a trade off.

For those of you curious, Aurora is this fantastic dragon that Angie made, and you can see her in the picture below.

And this is Firefly, who gets a mention in the second fic.

The two fics I wrote for this are below the line. The first one is set in a somewhat canon compliant verse and the other is set in my urban fantasy JATP verse (which you can find on ao3).

I have a friend in you

If there’s one thing that’s remained constant—other than music, of course—it’s the beach. They’re on the boardwalk rather than the sand, as otherwise they’d be walking on the sand. Except they can’t just walk on the sand because it’s soft and makes walking hard and Reggie will complain after ten minutes or so. So it’d make more sense to walk in the firm sand by the sea, except then Alex would start talking about all the potential dangers of walking in the ocean.

Which is why they’re on the boardwalk despite being ghosts. Though, to be honest, Luke doesn’t mind it. It’s nice to walk in the waves when the weather’s hot, but it’s not really warm enough to do that today. Walking along the boardwalk lets them be around people, both those casually walking around and those busking.

Luke’s so caught up in the atmosphere and grinning at the people around him, knocking shoulders and hands with his boys, that he doesn’t see it at first. Reggie does.

“Is that…?” Reggie trails off, freezing beside Luke. Luke turns to look at him, frowning in confusion. “I’m gonna call her Maddy the Magnificent.”

Turning, Luke looks towards where Reggie’s looking—it’s a little bit of distance away and-

“Why are we giving her a title?” The words fall Luke’s mouth without his input. It’s only after he’s said it does he manage to actually recognise what he’s staring at. Sitting by the shore is what could only be a dragon.

The dragon isn’t asleep. The first thing Luke notices is how her head’s up and alert, eyes focussed in their direction. From the distance he’s at, her eyes only look black—dark things like shadows at their darkest. The next thing he notices is her size—she’s maybe just smaller than a truck, but with how she’s lying down, it’s hard to tell. Her head’s a light blue with fins—ears?—spread out wide on either side of her head. The blue grows darker, though, as it moves further down her body, a navy colour at her paws and at the tip of her tail, which is curled gracefully around her body.

The dragon yawns, showing off very sharp teeth, and stretching her wings—which shift from a dark blue at the top of the wing, to going purple then grey then white at the ends of her wing membranes. Luke has the strangest feeling that the dragon is watching them. He’s not sure how to feel about that.

“Have you seen her?” Reggie says, breaking Luke from his thoughts. “She looks magnificent! She deserves a title!”

At last, it seems like Alex has clocked onto what Luke’s staring at and what Reggie’s grinning at. “Nope,” he announces, seemingly to the world in general. “There is not a dragon there. I do not see it. I am Sir Not Seeing Shit. There is NO DRAGON! I cannot deal with there being GHOSTS and DRAGONS.” When Luke chances a glance at Alex, it seems he has decided to close his eyes. Luke wishes it was that simple.

“There’s a dragon there,” Luke says, just as Reggie takes off in the direction of the dragon, “and I need you to deal with that because we’re about to lose Reggie to the dragon.”

That has Alex snapping his eyes open. By then, though, Luke’s already pulled away by a stride. Thanks to his long legs, he catches up to Luke quickly. Together, they manage to reach Reggie before he gets within range of the dragon who has very sharp teeth and eyes that are staring at them.

“This is for your own good,” Luke tells Reggie from where he’s sitting on his bandmates back. Reggie makes a sound of muffled complaint.

Alex pets Luke’s back from where he sitting on Reggie’s legs to keep him from running.

“Let me pet the dragon,” Reggie whines. “You wouldn’t let me get a puppy! Surely, surely, a dragon is easier?”

Alex makes a horrified sound. “What if it’s a ghost dragon? Oh God, what if it’s angry? Searching for revenge?!”

“Hey, do you reckon Julie knows about the dragon?” Reggie asks, completely ignoring Alex’s questions.

However, Luke has a terrific realisation. “Let’s go home and ask,” he says, glancing at Alex and winking subtly.

“If she doesn’t know, I’m sure she’d love to learn about this dragon!” Alex adds, quickly catching on.

Reggie hums, slightly doubtful. But then he’s nodding into the sand. “Let’s go tell her,” he agrees.

One POOF later, they’re back in the studio.

And so, Luke is finds, is the dragon. Except, this time the dragon’s more the size of a large cat and is curled up on Julie’s piano in the sun, looking very content with life.

Luke looks away from the dragon breaking the rules—Julie’s told them no one’s allowed to stand on the piano unless she gives the go-ahead—to his bandmates. Alex looks like he’s going to cry and Reggie seems overjoyed. Neither of them seem to resemble the well of confusion that Luke’s got going on in his own mind.

“She’s a stray,” Reggie says, thankfully not taking towards the dragon—is it the same dragon? Can dragons shape-shift? Should Luke be worrying about the structural integrity of the piano and whether it can stand up to a dragon? Oh God, he’s beginning to take over Alex’s job of overthinking everything.

“She needs a home guys,” Reggie continues. “We have to look after her.”

“We don’t know how to look after a dragon,” Luke points out, reasonably, even if his tone is more hysterical than he’d like.

However, when he looks at Alex for back up, he’s met with the sight of Alex slowly but surely melting, and giving in. He can watch as the thoughts play across Alex’s mind. He fiddles with the hem of his sweatshirt, the zips on his fanny pack, which means he’s thinking at how stressful this is going to be and overthinking everything. Except then he glances at Reggie, at the dragon, and takes to tapping a beat against the fanny pack instead. Just like that, Luke knows he’s lost. Alex turns to him, and says, “What if she doesn’t have a home, Luke?”

And, well, Luke knows a thing or two about being homeless—leaving home, finding another one, and he just gives up, gives in, and throws himself in with his boys. “We don’t know how to look after a dragon!” He protests, but it’s weak, and he’s just watching the dragon. It’s official, the dragon is theirs. Or, well, as theirs as a dragon can be.

This is, of course, the moment Julie decides to enter. She crosses over to them, then pauses, realising what they’re staring at. “Is that a dragon on the piano?” Then, with a shake of her head, she adds, “And do we have a manual for this one?”

As one, the boys turn to her. “Please?” They whine, all puppy-dog eyes and pleading expressions. Beneath the weight of it all, any willpower Julie has crumbles.

Hands on hips, she turns to the dragon. “Well,” she says, ignoring how the boys grin beside her, clearly picking up on her decision, “I wonder how we’re going to look after you.”

That seems to wake the dragon up, she lifts her head, uncurling from where she’d been lying down. She stands, back arching like a cat, wings stretching upwards. “I can look after myself okay,” she says. “I’m Aurora.”

Julie screams. The boys scream. They all scream, clinging to each other.

Aurora preens at their praise. She’s very pleased to see how excited they are at getting to know her. She has clearly decided to find some great friends for herself.

Let our wings carry us

There are many things that the boys are equipped to deal with, and many things they are not equipped to deal with. As it turns out, dragons are not one of their talents.

“Luke, do something!” Alex says, from where he’s standing behind Bobby. Reggie stands behind him, so they’re in single file behind Bobby—except for Luke.

Which is, of course, because Luke’s a little bit stuck at the moment. “Help!” Luke yelps.

Alex glances around Bobby’s shoulder and, despite his fear of the dragon in front of them, he can’t help but laugh a little bit. Even Bobby is grinning, and when Reggie looks, he outright cackles.

“Stop staring and help me!” Luke complains, shoving ineffectively at the horse-sized dragon surrounds him, rubbing against him like a massive cat, purring. It would be cute, if she wasn’t as massive as she was. As a result, Luke’s kind of just drowning beneath her love as his traitorous bandmates gather around and laugh at him.

He shoves at the dragon, being careful to not catch on her wings or anything. As close as he is, it’s hard to really tell what colour she is, but her wings start purple then shift to grey and then to white. Her scales, on the other hand, are blue—moving from a light sky blue at her snout to a dark blue at her tail and paws. He’d probably think her beautiful, if not for the fact she’s trying to stop him from breathing!

“Get off,” he says, shoving at her neck again. Her scales are smooth but solid beneath his fingers.

The dragon pauses when his fingers catch beneath her ear fins, then decides to lean heavily into the movement. Caught unaware, Luke almost falls beneath her weight, then realises what she wants, and finds herself scratching at the scales. He’s not entirely sure she can feel it, but she presses into the feeling, tilting her head.

The sound of a shutter overhead has him frowning and looking up. That’s when he realises that his bandmates have been suspiciously quiet the last few minutes.

It turns out that’d been for a reason. “Hey Luke, keep smiling and scratching the dragon! It’s important.”

“Yeah,” Luke says, gazing up at Reggie who’s precariously leaning over, sitting on Alex’s shoulders, holding Bobby’s expensive camera. The only funny thing about this is that Reggie’s tongue is sticking out. “I’m sure it is.”

The shutter goes off again and Luke sighs. Beneath his hands, the dragon’s body begins to vibrate like she’s purring. “At least you love me,” Luke tells the dragon. She purrs louder, body rumbling with the sound. It’s almost like being in one of those messaging chairs—except there’s no chair and it’s not really comfortable and Luke doesn’t actually know how he’s going to escape the dragon’s hold. She might be perfectly happy about it, but Luke’s starting to get hungry.

“Do you guys have any idea how to get me out of here?” He calls up to Reggie.

“Julie’s on her way!” Bobby reports, and the boys cheer. This results in Reggie almost dropping the camera, over-balancing to get it, Alex almost tripping, and Bobby launches forward and manages to catch Reggie just before he hits the ground.

From where he can see the chaos between the gap between the dragon’s head and her backend, Luke sighs. Honestly, it’s mildly impressive none of them have gotten seriously injured considered the things they do.

Somewhere nearby, there’s the click of a car parking. “Ray’s home!” Reggie reports, gleeful and sounding completely recovered from his near-death from falling off Alex’s shoulders.

Luke is so, so hopeful that Ray can fix this problem for him. Ray might not be Julie, might not have her powers, but Ray seems to be capable in the face of anything that comes his way.

The dragon suddenly freezes, lifting her head and Luke thinks that maybe she’s going to finally move and he can escape! Except, the dragon sniffs the air, sticks out her tongue, chirps, and then vanishes in a burst of light.

“No,” Reggie breathes out. “That’s-”

“Not our problem anymore,” Bobby decides, marching over to Luke who is now free! He checks Luke over, before frowning, fierce in the way he gets only about his friends and music. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Okay, but what if someone steps on her?” Luke says, and he doesn’t really want to deal with this. But she’d kind of been cute. In a massive, dragon way. Bobby sighs, loud, but doesn’t stop Luke as he bends down, encouraging the little lizard—that had been a dragon only seconds ago—onto his finger.

The dragon—lizard?—chirps and climbs onto his hand. She’s not overly small, rests comfortably on his hand, and her eyes are dark. She’s got the same pattern as her dragon counterpart had—just without the wings. She seems to smile up at her.

“I don’t want to tell you how to live your life,” Alex says as the boys crowd around the dragon-lizard-thing in Luke’s hands. “But also, what the fuck are you doing?”

“She’s so small,” Luke says, cooing, and Reggie runs a gentle finger down the maybe-dragon-lizard’s back. “Look how cute she is!”

“She will ruin our floors,” Alex counters.

Reggie hums. “But look how cute she is, Allie!”

Groaning, Alex responds. “We can’t have a lizard, we have Pan! And two kind of cats! They might be skeletons, but I feel like we should not test whether or not they’d eat the…” He trails off, frowning down at the creature in Luke’s hand.

“The dragon,” Reggie says helpfully.

“Yeah,” Alex agrees, “that.”

Before they can continue discussing what to do with the maybe-a-dragon-maybe-a-lizard, Carlos appears. “Oh, a lizard, neat!” He squeezes his way into the group, holding out his hand to the shape-shifting dragon.

The creature-that-is-probably-a-dragon immediately scrambles onto Carlos’ hand, where she stands proudly. She lets out a hiccup of fire before chirping. Luke exchanges a frantic look with the others. “Neat!” Carlos says again, grinning down at the fire-breathing animal he’s holding in his hand. “I’ll let her join Firefly!” And just like that, he’s off heads towards the house and to where the open enclosure that Firefly lives in in Carlos’ bedroom.

“Should- Should we tell him?” Bobby says, as they all watch, not moving, as Carlos enters the house. “That she’s a dragon?”

Frowning, Luke considers that hiccup of fire he’d just seen. He feels like he’s seen that before… “Aha!” He remembers. Turning to the others, he points at them, “I told you I saw Firefly breathe fire that one time! I wasn’t lying!”

Reggie hums. “That seems pretty weird,” he says. “Lizards don’t breathe fire.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just have some bad hotdogs?” Bobby asks, all pitying. For that, he gets an elbow from both Reggie and Alex, since he’s trapped between them.

Luke turns his gaze to Alex, his last hope. Surely one of the others will believe him! Alex, however, just shrugs. “You must’ve been imagining things,” he says, like they didn’t all just see a dragon shape-shift into a lizard and breathe fire.

Luke doesn’t quite scream, but it’s close. “Julie’s my favourite,” he announces, turning on his heel and definitely-not-stomping towards the studio.

“We know!” Bobby shouts. Luke ignores the snickering coming from behind him, but he can’t stop the smile curling onto his face. That’s okay though, no one’s paying any attention.

#wip #julie and the phantoms #jatp aurora #the adventures of aurora the dragon #ask #prompt response #urban fantasy JATP verse

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- 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘹 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 -

chapter 17

Y/N

TW !!

We were now back home and Jemila and the rest were back now. When Jemila saw Jamal, I saw a look I've never seen on her face before. If looks could seriously kill, Jamal would be 90 feet underground. She quickly fixed her face before anyone could see her. "Y/N, let me see your piercing," she said, smirking. I threw up a peace sign and put my tongue in between my two fingers, showing off my tongue piercing. "Ouuuu," she said. "Y/N, you lesbian?" Tanaka said.

"No, I'm pansexual," I laughed. "I knew that," he said. "Sure you did," I said, shaking my head. "Since when are you pansexual?" Jamal said. "Huh?" everyone but me and Jemila said. Stupid. "I mean, Tanaka never told me that," he said, quickly realizing his mistake. "I didn't know either," Tanaka laughed. "Your tongue piercing is cool, Y/N," Noya said. "Thank you," I smiled. Everyone sat down on the couch but Jemila and I went to my room. I locked the door and we both sat down on my bed.

"Bruh, what do we do?" Jemila said. "I have no idea," I said in pure honesty. Right when I was about to do something, the front door closed. I went out and saw that Noya, Kageyama and Koharu were gone. "Where'd they go?" we both said. "Bakery," Tanaka said. "WAIT TANAKA COME HERE," I said, pulling out my phone. "Pose," I said. Tanaka posed, stuck out his tongue and I took a picture. "Imma post this," I said. I went in my camera roll on Instagram and posted the picture and put my phone back in my pocket.

"Well, I'm about to go home, see you guys later," Tanaka said. "NO," I said. "Could you please stay longer?" I said. "Sorry, love but I'll come back tomorrow," he said. If we're even ALIVE by then..."Okay, bye," Jamal said in that fake innocent tone of his. As soon as Tanaka shut the door, Jemila and I quickly ran as fast as our feet could take us to the room but we didn't make it in time. Jamal quickly pushed the door open causing the door to hit my arm.

"Did you think I wouldn't find you?" he said, slowly stepping towards us. He grabbed my arm tightly and didn't let go. "Fuck, let me go," I said, wincing. He dug his nails into my arm so deeply that blood started coming out of my arm. "LET HER GO," Jemila yelled as she repeatedly punched Jamal on his back. He let go of my arm and punched Jemila so hard she fell unconscious. Blood pooled around Jemila's head as she was sprawled on the floor. "NO," I yelled as I tried to run to help her. But Jamal grabbed my body and threw me into my shelf. My back hit the wood and a sharp pain coursed through my body. He took out a pocket knife and slowly walked over to me.

A/N: Damn, Jemila slumped. LMFAOOAOA LEMME STOP TF )

As you guys know, I always carry a pocket knife. I quickly pulled it out and stabbed him in his right thigh. He yelled out in pain and I took this opportunity to help Jemila. I went over to her and ripped a piece off of my shirt to try and stop the bleeding any way I could. Then I was pulled back by Jamal. He sat on top of me and pinned my arms down. I kicked my legs around, trying anything to get out of his grip but I couldn't. He tied my arms and legs together with duck tape and snatched the knife from me. Then he took his knife and started carving, extremely slowly into my skin. I can't explain to you the sheer agony I felt as he slowly pierced the knife through my skin. I screamed out loud but he quickly put duck tape over my mouth.

"Please, why are you doing this?" I said, tears now running down my face. "Because you're mine, Y/N. If I can't have you, nobody else fucking can. Wherever you go, I will find you. You can't run or hide," he said. "I'll tell everyone, you won't get away with this bullshit," I said, nearly losing the ability to speak. "If you tell anyone, I'll tell everyone your 'stretch marks' aren't actual stretch marks," he said, giving me the evilest grin a human being could muster. My eyes went wide and my heart dropped. "Just leave me alone, please," I begged.

He walked up and stood on over me. I repeatedly kicked my legs and arms around, trying to get him away from me. Then he started doing what I had feared would never happen in my entire life on this planet. He started unbuckling his belt. "No. Please. Don't," I said, spitting out blood. Blood was dripping out of my lower body and I could barely feel anything. He pulled down my pants quickly and all you could hear were my muffled shouts under the duck tape. He punched me, quickly knocking me out.

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I opened my eyes and as soon as I gained consciousness, a stinging pain coursed through my body. I looked down and saw a huge mess on my thighs. They were covered in dried-up blood and I had a bitch ass headache. I tried to get up but I was being held down by my chains. This extra ass nigga. What am I? A dog? I tried to get the chains off me but I couldn't get them off. "Help," I heard a familiar voice say. I looked up but the whole area was dim. "Angie?" I said. "Y/N?" I said.

"What happened? What's going on?" I asked her. "I came here to check on you and Koharu's boyfriend answered the door and then he lured me inside. Then, I was knocked out and I woke up here," she said. Koharu's boyfriend? "Holy fucking shit," I said. "Angie, was he dark-skinned, long dreads, and tall?" I said. "Yes..." she said. "I knew something wasn't right with her," I said. "Where's Jemila," I said, looking around the room. "Y/N..." she said. "No, please don't," I said.

"I can't," I said. "She's not waking up," she said. Tears began flowing down my face again and I was overwhelmed with pain. Then someone walked into the room. I heard loud footsteps on wood so I figured we were in the basement. I could feel someones' aura standing right in front of me. Jamal then lowered his face to my level and eyed me up and down. "Your breath is hot," I said. I could hear Angie giggling from behind me which caused me to laugh.

"I can't believe you fucking raped me. Damn, is the game that hard?" I said, cackling. "Shut up," he said. "Talking about some 'you're mine' don't flatter yourself. The only fan you got is the one on your raggedy-ass ceiling," I laughed. "Stop," he said and I could see my taunting was working. "Never did you just say that," Angie said and I could see she caught on to what I was doing. "My money stretch just like Luffy," I said. "Like Disney these niggas is Goofy," Angie said. "Don't fuck with snake but like Gucci," we both said and started laughing like idiots.

The thing about Jamal is that he has a very short fuse so it didn't take a lot to piss him the fuck off. He quickly got annoyed with Angie and I and went back upstairs. Angie and I started screaming the lyrics to 'I don't wanna do this Anymore' as loud as we could until our voices gave out. "Fuck," someone said. "JEMILA," I yelled. I heard shuffling and I saw Jemila. I'm assuming Jamal didn't chain her since she was passed out. "Help" Angie and I whispered.

Jemila stumbled over to me first and tried to release my chains. "It's locked, shit," she said. "Damn it, he probably has the keys," I said. Jemila bent down to my feet and used her teeth to get the tape off my feet. At least I could walk freely now. I slowly got up and the pain in my thighs accelerated. But if I wanted to get the hell out of here, I would have to bear the pain. Jemila did the same for Angie and now we were all free. I got a small hammer from the corner, Jemila got an ice pick, and Angie picked up a screwdriver. We all slowly crept over the stairs and peeked over our shoulders. When we opened the door, we were met with horrors we never expected in a million years.

#tw #tanaka x black reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x black reader #blackreader #black y/n

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