#daniela dimitrescu imagine
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I have an ask for you. So this can either be with Alcina, Donna, or any of the Dimitrescu daughters.
All I really want is like reader going absolutely ape-shit on some kind of foe. For whatever reason you want. Whether it be Eathan or just some random person trying to hurt her lover. The circumstance is completely up to you.
Oh, and if reader could have some kind of power, plant manipulation, shape-shifting, whatever, that would be loved.
Aaaanyway, thank you very much for even reading this. If you don't like it, just ignore me. No harm done. Have a fabulous day/night, and stay safe!
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I love this idea and made it kinda angsty
I'll Protect You...Because I Love You
Dimitrescu Family x Fem!Reader
TW: Arguing, Drinking, Fighting, Stabbing Blood, Fainting, Ethan Winters being a dick, Death
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In the dimly lit corridors of Castle Dimitrescu, Y/N moved with practiced ease, her footsteps echoing against the ancient stone walls. She had become accustomed to the labyrinthine layout of the castle during her time as Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's maid, navigating its sprawling halls with a sense of familiarity that bordered on intimacy.
But Y/N's relationship with Alcina transcended the boundaries of employer and servant. Over the course of eight months, their connection had blossomed into something far deeper—a love that defied the constraints of their disparate stations. Alcina's formidable presence had initially intimidated Y/N, but beneath her regal facade lay a woman of unparalleled complexity, whose icy exterior belied a warmth that Y/N found impossible to resist.
Despite the differences in their status, Y/N and Alcina had forged a bond built on mutual respect and unwavering devotion. In the quiet moments between their duties, they stole fleeting glances and exchanged whispered confessions, their love growing with each passing day.
And it wasn't just Alcina who had captured Y/N's heart; her affection extended to Alcina's three daughters—Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela. Initially wary of their mother's new paramour, the sisters had gradually warmed to Y/N's presence, finding in her a kindred spirit who shared their love for the sprawling grounds of Castle Dimitrescu.
Y/N's connection to the Dimitrescu family ran deeper still, for she harbored a secret that she had kept hidden from Alcina and her daughters—a power as ancient as the castle itself. Y/N possessed the ability of chlorokinesis, the power to manipulate and control plant life with but a thought. It was a gift she had inherited from her ancestors, one that she had honed in secret, fearful of the repercussions should her abilities be discovered.
But despite the challenges they faced, Y/N's love for Alcina remained steadfast, a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to engulf them. And as the sun dipped below the horizon and the castle came to life with the flickering of candlelight, Y/N knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, she would face them with unwavering courage, guided by the love that bound her to Alcina and her daughters.
As Y/N approached the door to their shared bedroom, she could sense the tension radiating from within. The air crackled with an uneasy energy, sending a shiver down her spine. With a deep breath, she pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit chamber.
Alcina sat at her vanity, her usually regal posture slumped with frustration. Y/N's heart ached at the sight of her beloved in such turmoil, her concern outweighing any fear that lingered in the air.
"What's wrong, Alcina?" Y/N ventured softly, her voice a gentle caress in the stillness of the room.
Alcina's response was immediate, her words tumbling forth in a torrent of anger and resentment. "That blasted Miranda! She thinks she can dictate every aspect of our lives, as if we're mere pawns in her game!"
Y/N listened in silence as Alcina ranted, her heart breaking with each word that fell from her lips. But before she could offer solace, Alcina's frustration reached a boiling point, her hands clenching into fists as she unleashed her fury upon the unsuspecting vanity.
The sound of splintering wood echoed through the room, mingling with Alcina's ragged breaths. Y/N moved closer, her instincts urging her to comfort her lover in her time of need.
"Alcina, please," Y/N pleaded, reaching out a trembling hand in a futile attempt to soothe her. "Let me help you."
But Alcina's response was sharp, her eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a chill down Y/N's spine. "Stay back, Y/N! This is none of your concern!"
Y/N recoiled at the venom in Alcina's voice, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a cautious step backwards. The sight of Alcina unsheathing her claws sent a wave of fear coursing through her, the primal instinct to flee warring with her desire to stand by her lover's side.
With a heavy heart, Y/N made her decision, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "I'll leave you alone, Alcina. I... I need some air."
And with that, Y/N turned on her heel and fled the room, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridors as she made her way downstairs, the weight of Alcina's anger heavy upon her shoulders.
As Y/N entered the dining room, her steps heavy with the weight of her emotions, she failed to notice the three figures huddled together at the far end of the room. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela exchanged concerned glances as they watched Y/N's distant demeanor, their hearts aching at the sight of her pain.
With a shared understanding born of years spent in each other's company, the sisters moved as one, their footsteps silent against the polished floors as they approached their beloved Mămica. Y/N's shoulders sagged with the weight of her burdens, her trembling hands reaching for the crystal decanter of whiskey that stood sentinel upon the table.
The clink of glass echoed through the room as Y/N poured herself a generous measure, her movements mechanical as she downed it in one swift motion. The sisters exchanged worried glances, their concern deepening as they watched a solitary tear slip down Y/N's cheek.
Bela, the eldest of the sisters, stepped forward first, her voice gentle as she addressed Y/N. "Mămica, are you okay?"
Y/N startled at the sound of Bela's voice, her eyes widening in surprise as she met the concerned gazes of the Dimitrescu sisters. She attempted to muster a reassuring smile, but it faltered at the edges, her facade crumbling under the weight of her emotions.
"I... I'm fine," Y/N replied, her voice betraying the turmoil raging within her.
But Daniela wasn't convinced, her keen intuition sensing the truth behind Y/N's facade. "Did you and Mamă have a fight?"
Y/N hesitated, her gaze flickering between the three sisters as she struggled to find the words. "Yes, but it's nothing for you to worry about."
Cassandra reached out a hand, her touch gentle as she brushed a stray tear from Y/N's cheek. "You don't have to pretend. We're here for you."
Y/N felt a sense of comfort envelop her as she sank into the plush cushions of the living room couch, Daniela nestled in her lap like a protective shield against the storm raging within her. The warmth of the fire cast flickering shadows across the room, a soothing counterpoint to the turmoil churning in Y/N's mind.
Daniela, ever the embodiment of affection, wrapped her arms around Y/N, seeking solace in the embrace of the woman she regarded as her other mother. Y/N returned the gesture, her touch gentle as she ran her fingers through Daniela's hair, the rhythmic motion a balm to her frayed nerves.
With a deep breath, Daniela ventured to broach the subject that hung heavy in the air. "Mămica, what happened? Why are you so upset?"
Y/N hesitated, her heart heavy with the weight of her confession. "It's... it's nothing, darling. Just a disagreement with Mamă."
But Bela, ever perceptive, sensed the gravity of the situation, her gaze piercing as she pressed for answers. "But why did you leave? You always stay with Mamă when she's upset."
Y/N's resolve wavered at Bela's question, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. "Because... because Mamă got so angry... her claws came out."
The revelation hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the depths of Alcina's fury. The sisters exchanged shocked glances, their concern for Y/N mingling with a sense of unease at the thought of their mother unleashing her wrath upon the woman they held dear.
"That's... that's never happened before," Cassandra murmured, her voice tinged with apprehension.
Y/N nodded, her own disbelief mirroring that of the Dimitrescu sisters. "I know. That's why... that's why I had to leave."
And as the flames danced in the hearth and the night stretched on before them, Y/N knew that no matter the challenges they faced, they would navigate them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.
As the warmth of the fire bathed the living room in a soft glow, Y/N found solace in the embrace of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a comforting reminder of the love that bound them together. Cassandra and Bela nestled into Y/N's side, their forms molded against hers as they sought refuge from the storm brewing outside. Meanwhile, Daniela remained perched in Y/N's lap, her attention focused on the book in her hands as she read aloud in a soothing cadence.
But their tranquil moment was shattered by the arrival of Alcina, her footsteps heavy with the weight of her frustration. She swept into the room, her icy gaze fixing on the group gathered before her.
"Why aren't you all in the dining room? Dinner should have been ready by now," Alcina demanded, her tone sharp with irritation.
Y/N shifted uncomfortably under Alcina's gaze, her protective instinct kicking in as she sought to shield the girls from their mother's anger. "We were just spending some time together, Alcina. We'll be there shortly."
Alcina's response was a dismissive roll of her eyes, her frustration palpable as she turned on her heel and made her way to the dining room.
As they sat down to dinner, the atmosphere was thick with tension, the strained silence punctuated only by the clinking of silverware against porcelain. Alcina's mood cast a pall over the table, her brooding silence a stark contrast to the usual lively chatter that filled the air.
The daughters exchanged uneasy glances, their resentment simmering beneath the surface as they grappled with their mother's recent outburst. Y/N's heart ached at the palpable discord, her own frustration mingling with a sense of helplessness in the face of Alcina's wrath.
But amidst the awkwardness and resentment, Y/N found solace in the unwavering support of the Dimitrescu sisters, their presence a reminder that no matter the challenges they faced, they would weather them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of love and family.
As Y/N raced downstairs, her heart pounded in her chest with each step, adrenaline coursing through her veins at the revelation of Ethan Winters' presence in the castle. She found Alcina in the main hall, her imposing figure a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them.
"Alcina, what's happening?" Y/N's voice trembled with urgency as she approached her lover.
Alcina's gaze flickered with a mix of fury and determination as she turned to face Y/N. "Ethan Winters has escaped Heisenberg and infiltrated the castle. But don't worry, I'll deal with him."
Y/N's mind raced with a myriad of emotions, fear and concern warring within her as she processed Alcina's words. "What about the girls, Alcina? Are they safe?"
For a moment, Alcina remained silent, her expression unreadable as she locked eyes with Y/N. In that brief exchange, Y/N sensed the truth—the girls were still in the library, unaware of the danger that lurked in the shadows.
Without waiting for a response, Y/N broke into a sprint, her feet pounding against the cold stone floors as she raced towards the library. Alcina followed close behind, her presence a reassuring presence in the face of uncertainty.
As Y/N rushed towards the library, her heart pounding with fear and urgency, she flung open the doors, relief flooding her as she laid eyes on the girls, safe and sound within the comforting embrace of books.
"Mămica, Mamă, what's going on?" Daniela's voice cut through the tension, her brow furrowed with confusion.
Before Y/N could respond, a deafening gunshot shattered the tranquility of the room, the sound reverberating off the walls as time seemed to slow to a crawl. Instinctively, Y/N moved to shield Bela, her body tensing in anticipation of impact.
But she was too late.
The bullet struck true, searing pain tearing through Y/N's abdomen as she staggered backward, the force of the impact sending her crashing to the ground. Shock and disbelief painted the faces of Alcina and the girls as they watched in horror, their cries of alarm echoing in the chaos that ensued.
Ethan Winters emerged from the shadows, his presence a menacing reminder of the danger that lurked within the castle walls. Y/N fought through the pain, her voice strained as she addressed him.
"Why are you here, Ethan?" she pleaded, desperation coloring her words.
But Ethan remained silent, his gaze cold and unyielding as he turned his attention to the Dimitrescu sisters and Alcina. Panic surged within Y/N as she watched him advance, her instincts screaming at her to protect her family at all costs.
With a fierce resolve, Y/N pushed herself to her feet, her body protesting with each movement as she positioned herself between Ethan and the ones she loved. "Stay back!" she warned, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and determination.
But Ethan showed no signs of relenting, his gaze locked on his targets with a chilling intensity. With a resigned sigh, Y/N braced herself for the inevitable confrontation, her mind racing with thoughts of how to keep her family safe in the face of overwhelming odds.
As Y/N summoned the vines with her chlorokinesis, her focus shifted solely to protecting Alcina and the girls from the imminent threat of Ethan Winters. The tendrils of greenery twisted and coiled around Ethan, ensnaring him in a tight grip as she launched herself into the fray.
The girls and Alcina watched in stunned silence as Y/N unleashed her power, their eyes wide with astonishment at the revelation of her hidden abilities. The air crackled with energy as Y/N and Ethan clashed, each blow resonating with the weight of their opposing desires.
But despite Y/N's valiant efforts, Ethan proved to be a formidable opponent, his desperation driving him to strike out with renewed ferocity. As he delivered a final, devastating blow, piercing Y/N's abdomen with a merciless stab, a cry of anguish tore through the air.
With the last of her strength, Y/N summoned forth a vine, twisting it around Ethan's neck in a desperate bid for survival. With a sickening snap, his lifeless body crumpled to the ground, the threat he posed extinguished in an instant.
Exhausted and wounded, Y/N collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with the effort of her exertions. Alcina and the girls rushed to her side, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief as they surveyed the scene before them.
"Daniela, keep her awake!" Alcina's voice rang out, laced with urgency as she knelt beside Y/N, her hands trembling as she sought to staunch the flow of blood from her wounds.
The youngest Dimitrescu sister nodded frantically, her hands gentle as she cradled Y/N's head in her lap, her voice trembling with emotion. "Stay with us, Mămica. Please, don't leave us."
Y/N's vision blurred as she struggled to remain conscious, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she met Alcina's gaze with unyielding determination. "I'll protect you because... because I love you," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper before darkness claimed her, her body succumbing to the darkness that threatened to consume her.
With tender care, Alcina lifted Y/N into her arms, cradling her gently as she carried her to their room, the girls trailing behind in solemn silence. The journey felt endless, each step a testament to the weight of their collective worries as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.
Upon reaching their sanctuary, Alcina laid Y/N upon the bed with infinite gentleness, her touch reverent as she began to tend to her injuries. With practiced precision, she cleaned and dressed Y/N's wounds, her movements deliberate as she worked to ease her lover's pain.
The girls watched with a mixture of awe and concern, their hearts heavy with the realization of Y/N's sacrifice. As Alcina finished her ministrations, they crawled into bed beside Y/N, seeking solace in the warmth of her embrace.
Bela nestled close to Y/N's side, her touch light as a feather as she draped an arm over her, while Cassandra snuggled against her other side, her breaths soft and steady against Y/N's skin. Daniela settled in the crook of Y/N's arm, her presence a soothing balm against the ache of her injuries.
Alcina took a seat in a large chair nearby, her eyes never leaving Y/N's form as she held vigil over her beloved. With a book in hand, she settled in for the long night ahead, the pages offering little distraction from the weight of her worries.
As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Y/N stirred from her slumber, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of the Dimitrescu sisters gathered around her bedside, their faces radiant with relief and joy.
"Mămica, you're awake!" Daniela exclaimed, her voice filled with unrestrained delight as she threw her arms around Y/N, her embrace warm and comforting.
Bela and Cassandra echoed their sister's sentiments, their smiles bright as they showered Y/N with affectionate hugs and whispered words of gratitude.
Alcina watched from the foot of the bed, her heart swelling with love and relief at the sight of Y/N awake and alert once more. With a soft smile, she approached Y/N, her gaze tender as she spoke.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Alcina began, her voice laced with sincerity. "For what happened last night, and for the hurtful words I spoke. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make amends and to work on controlling my temper."
Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude at Alcina's apology, her own forgiveness offered freely as she reached out to take her lover's hand in hers. "Thank you, Alcina. I know we'll get through this together."
With the tension of the previous night lifted, the day unfolded with a sense of newfound peace and harmony. The Dimitrescu family spent the hours together, basking in the warmth of each other's company, the laughter of the girls filling the air with joy.
As they shared meals and shared stories, the bond between them grew stronger, their love for one another shining brightly amidst the shadows of their shared past. And as the day drew to a close, Y/N found solace in the embrace of her family, grateful for the second chance they had been given to cherish the moments they shared together.
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pairing: daniela dimitrescu x reader
summary: daniela had a point, all work and no play was no way to go about life.
warning: smut
Whenever one of the daughters staked a claim on a particular maid, she could consider herself on borrowed time. Garnering attention from any Dimitrescu woman was a death sentence. Praise turned to interest which eventually turned into disinterest. Any maid who failed to properly complete her tasks was dealt with in whatever manner the punisher deemed fit. Lately, you had been living on borrowed time, and it was beginning to show.
It started with the constant buzzing of a couple flies around you. They kept their distance at first, but that didn't last very long. You couldn't get through your day without feeling one of Daniela's flies landing on your hand or shoulder at least once. You knew it was Daniela because Bela never let her flies touch whatever maid she was chasing after and Cassandra preferred to do her stalking in person. You didn't dare to swat at the flies, no matter how distracting they had been at first. And once you had stopped flinching when they landed on you, Daniela began to show herself.
You had been frightened the first time she had burst into a room to sit with you while you cleaned. There were no footsteps, just the buzzing of flies growing louder and louder until she materialized in front of you. It was the first time you'd really gotten a good look at her. She had allowed you to look under her hood briefly, and you took in every bit of her face that you could. Daniela was pretty, all of the daughters were, but you hadn't quite realized just how much until then.
Daniela didn't sit still and watch you for very long. You supposed that your own inability to control your impulses was also at fault for the quick progression of your relationship. Daniela could feel your eyes on her like you felt hers on you. Her advantage came with the ability to hear your heartbeat quicken when your eyes met hers. Daniela could pick up on a million little things that you couldn't. She took in your tells and was quick to let you know that your feelings were reciprocated.
That was how you had gotten into your current predicament. Sneaking around the castle was surprisingly easy for the two of you. Daniela's attention on you had isolated you from the other maids, and Lady Dimitrescu had been keeping you to smaller and secluded areas of the house. At first, you had wondered whether or not Daniela had told her mother about the two of you, but you doubted it. There were stories about maids who had "defiled" Lady Dimitrescu's daughters spanning decades. You didn't think that woman would have changed her tune so late in the game.
"You do know that I actually need to get this room cleaned?" you asked Daniela as you tried to wriggle out of her arms. It was really pointless, Daniela wanted you close to her and wasn't going to let go. Still, you had to at least try to get your work done for the day lest you become one of the bodies wandering the dungeons.
"I think you've earned a break." Daniela dipped her head down to press a kiss behind your ear. You let out a soft sigh as you leaned back into Daniela's arms. She smirked at the first sign of you giving up this losing battle. "The room will get cleaned, don't you worry. What we're doing is also very important. All work and no play makes for a dull life."
"So I've heard," you said quietly. Daniela placed her hand on the back of your shoulder and pushed you forward, bending you over the edge of a desk. Your breath caught in your throat as her hand moved down to wrap around your throat. "And what exactly are we playing?"
"The game is over my dear, right now I'm reaping my reward," Daniela said with a smirk. She pulled you up off of the desk, flipped you around, and set you on top of it in one quick motion. Your hands clung to her, keeping her standing in between your legs. "You don't make very good prey, but you are a wonderful playmate."
"I didn't know I was being hunted." Daniela gave you a faux innocent look as she looked you over. The skirt of your dress was bunched up around you, all she'd have to do was lift it a little and she had instant access to what she wanted. It could be over very quickly, but Daniela wasn't sure that was how she wanted this to go. The daytime felt like the only time when she could have you without raising suspicion. Her mother was strict about the maids and staff keeping to their quarters after hours, and Daniela knew she wasn't sneaky enough to get you into her room without someone else noticing.
"Hunter's advantage. Now, be quiet because I'd hate to gag you." That, you knew, was a blatant lie. Daniela had told you before that she'd love to find a nice spot to keep you bound and gagged for hours while she had her way with you. It was exhilarating being with Daniela, and completely unlike any other relationship you had been in before.
Daniela tilted your head back slightly as she leaned down to kiss you. The familiar metallic bite to her tongue told you exactly why she had been watching you this afternoon. Actual hunts always brought out a different kind of hunger out in Daniela, one that you had been the one to sate lately. You didn't mind, even if she did occasionally cause you to have to work an extra hour or so later than you normally would have. There was something about the way that she touched you that more than made up for the extra work.
You pushed forward with the kiss as Daniela began to back away. She put her hand in your hair and held you back, keeping you still as she slowly dragged her eyes down your body. When she reached your skirt, Daniela kneeled in front of you. Her hand fell from your hair to push up the fabric and get it out of the way. Daniela glanced up at you for a moment, as if to ask permission to continue. You nodded and she wasted no time in ripping your underwear from your legs. Daniela tossed the fabric over her shoulder and proceeded to bury her face in your thighs, kissing and lightly biting the skin there.
"This is better than any hunt I could go on," Daniela muttered as she licked a long stride through your folds with her tongue. She did it again, this time dipping her tongue into your entrance to taste you. You covered your mouth with your hands to muffle the sounds she was pulling from you. Daniela hated it when you tried to be quiet, but you knew that you couldn't just openly scream out in pleasure. Screaming in the house was usually accompanied by a corpse, which you did not want to become.
"Oh god Daniela, don't stop," you whined as she slid two fingers inside of you. She started with a fast and rough pace with her fingers, opposite to the soft and teasing lapping of her tongue against your clit. Each stroke of her tongue and pump of her fingers pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Your back began to arch forward, but Daniela kept you from falling off of the table by catching you. You sat with your head buried in her shoulder as you came down from your orgasm.
Daniela sat with you until you were able to stand on your own legs without them wobbling. She lurked in the room as you finished cleaning it up. The sun was setting by the time that you had the library completely clean. Daniela had briefly left you alone to eat her own dinner with her mother and sisters, but she cornered you on your way to the staff quarters.
"I believe you have something of mine," Daniela said as she pulled you aside in the hallway. Panicked, you tried thinking of what you could have accidentally taken from her. Sensing your spiked heartrate, Daniela took your hands in hers as she smirked down at you. "Every hunt, even fake ones, have prizes. Where's my trophy?"
"I don't have anything to give you," you said apologetically.
"I'll just take you then." Before you could protest, Daniela lifted you into her arms and you were being carried away towards her room. There hadn't been much desire to protest in the first place, but after feeling how much warmer her part of the castle was, it completely died down. Hopefully Daniela was fond enough of you to keep you safe from her sisters and mother if things came to it.
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more house dimitrescu imagines, fresh from the oven with shredded cheese. turn them into fanfics if you want
1. Among Us: Why would a world class detective be invited to Mother Miranda’s New Year’s Spooktacular? Because in her palace, people that stand out are appreciated. After uncovering an imposter among a group of astronauts prior to their mission to Tau Volantis, Mother Miranda just HAD to take a peak inside your head. But not before mingling with her dubbed Four Lords; her adopted children who grew the family fortune while establishing their own names in different industries. You had the pleasure of bumping into the towering and GORGEOUS form of Alcina Dimitrescu, vineyard baroness. After the initial apologies, Lady Dimitrescu insisted you make up for your blunder by accompanying her throughout the evening. HOW COULD YOU SAY NO? She introduced you to Miranda herself, her prominent investors Duke and the Winters, and then her siblings. Her brother Heisenburg got up in her face which made you step in to defend the Lady then tell him off before sending him to the bathroom to wash your drink from his pants. At first you had Alcina’s intrigue, now you have her attention. The Lady opens up more then reveals pictures of her daughters that she keeps in a locket, leading to proud mother gushing. She then urges to hear some of your cases; her favorite being when you caught that eye-gouging serial killer in Kamurocho. You thought you were going to share an intimate moment in the courtyard only to be called to the dining hall by Alcina’s daughter who were all gushing over how their mama still has game. As you sat to eat, you notice the table for House Dimitrescu is missing its matriarch. Before you could ponder where Alcina was, her siblings Donna and Monreu scream “MOTHER HAS BEEN MURDERED!” Your instincts kick in as you implore the two to take you to the body then yelling out to security to lockdown the dining hall. As you rush with them you pass by a panting and disheveled Alcina; your eyes meeting to relay that something has gone wrong. You arrive at the crime scene and find Miranda crushed under a vanity. “That’s… that’s Alcina’s vanity!” yells Donna. Oh shit. Alcina is the prime suspect, but there’s more than meets the eye to this case. You’re gonna have to find out who killed Miranda to save Alcina.
2. Role reversal: You were Alcina’s head servant turned personal assistant turned lover. Or as her daughters playfully dubbed you: Big Momma’s Bottom Bitch. Before becoming Alcina’s equal, you were everything from her personal chef to her cleaner. Then you filled the roles from driver to masseuse. Now you are her first, her last, her everything :) As wholesome as you were with the Lady, you can bet your ass that she loved to be unwholesome with you >:) Days of enjoying each other’s company turned into nights of enjoying each other in ways that makes it hard for Alcina to look her daughters in the eye. Alcina is a very accomodating woman as she is deviously dominant in the bedroom. On some days you’ll switch it up and bring the amazon to her knees while every other day is death by snu snu. On your anniversary you decided to go a bit further will your own dominant side. Alcina is used to you groveling at her feet or demanding her to worship you like a chiuahua. Tonight after a filling meal and some time to unwind in front of the fireplace, you ask your wife to allow you some time to prepare a nice surprise for her in your bedroom. Alcina sends you off with a giggle and happy claps. While your wife bounces in anticipation you set the stage! “Alcina! My love? Come here!” Alcina decides to do that swaying walk you love so you can have your own little show as she makes her entrance. Alcina enters to the lovely surprise of you in a perfectly tailored suit with tucked shirt and a nice leather belt. “WHY AREN’T YOU IN UNIFORM?” Alcina is puzzled as you gesture her to the walk-in closet which contained a… maid outfit!? Alcina knew you wanted to be dominant, but she didn’t realize she was gonna be put through the ringer! She loved it. Your wife… your maid walks in with a feather duster and a maid costume that generously shows off her stockings and skin! You grin then command Alcina: “Come here.”
3. They’re in the goddamn walls: Lucky you gets to spend your summer vacations from classes at the luxurious apartment of your distant relative Aunt Ada at the Arconia in Manhattan. On the days your Aunt was off, she took you all over NYC: to Flushing for hotpot and taiyaki with ice cream, or to Washington Square Park to watch crackheads, or to the corner to shoot dice. Work days when Aunt Ada left you money for whatever food you want were still fun since you had such a big fancy building to explore. You got to know the tenants like the dollmaker Donna, veteran Chris Redfield, and video game reviewer Wesker. Your favorite tenants were the Dimitrescus: single mom CEO Alcina and her three fun loving daughters Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. Most days you would play with them or just hang out at either of your places. It got to the point where Alcina took you to the side to say “You’re no longer a guest. You’re family.” You just had to hug her which led to one big group hug. Days were spent laughing with the Dimitrescu girls, while nights were spent texting with Daniella. Sure you texted her sisters, but with Daniella you text and talk long into the night. You send each other memes and even greeting with hearts. Everyone on the floor knew you were sweet on each other. It even got to the point where the Dimitrescus and your Aunt would collaborate to get you two alone so that one of you could confess. So far there have been 17 attempts. One evening, Daniella asks that you meet her while her family was out doing errands. You arrive to see she has found a secret entrance in her bedroom that leads behind the walls! You two decide to explore, finding relics of the past and even eavesdropping on your neighbors. This becomes your secret getaway with Daniella; this was special because it belonged to only the two of you. Daniella decided on some nighttime fun and decides to wake you up in the middle of the night. IN YOUR ROOM! Turns out there’s another secret door to the corridor in your room, which means you two can see each other whenever you want! You and Daniella decide to creep around at night to see if you two can catch anyone lacking. You two halt near Jill Valentine’s room because of some laughter. You two peek through vents to see that Jill has company and is getting pretty intimate with a handsome shaggy man. The two of you watch then out of shame pull away only to stare at each other for what seems like eternity. Daniella breaks the silence: “Kiss me. Now.” It’s everything you two could ever want. After yet another eternity you walk her back to her apartment without realising your footsteps alerted Redfield. “They’re in the walls… THEY’RE IN THE GODDAMN WALLS!” You two book it back to her apartment, close the secret enteance, then jump under her covers. You two lay as your breathing returns to normal only to drift off to sleep because of how safe you two make each other feel. The morning after was really awkward since you woke up to find Alcina and Aunt Ada waiting in the doorway while Bela and Cassandra are celebrating.
4. Runaway bride: You love your job as the bartenderista of that one place in Raccoon City where everybody knows your name. Serving up drinks and good food to forlorn students and workers alike kept you on your feet and made everyday interesting. Especially ones where you had to double as bouncer and toss out troublemakers. One of your regulars, Norm swears that your punches are enough to drop a tiger. On a quiet evening, your usual routine of cleaning the tables is interrupted by a bride in a luxurious gown looking like she just ran a marathon. “Hey can I hide here for a bit? I’ll pay you $500000.” What dafuq? Anyone else would have taken the money, but you offered this stranger her own booth and even a meal. “You look like you need to get away from something.” Introducing herself as Bela Dimitrescu, eldest daughter of real estate tycoon Alcina Dimitrecu, the bride settles down and calms down once she tastes your karaage. Through the delightful sounds of eating, Bela tells you that she left her fiance at the alter with nothing but her gown because the marriage is a sham. Then why dafuq did she say yes? Because she was only doing what she thought best for her family, specifically her mother. Bela was to marry the heir to the Umbrella Corporation; their marriage would also merge the company with that of her mother, establishing their position at the top of the financial food chain of Raccoon City. So she put up a facade, pretending to be enamored with her fiance or at least the idea of merging two powerful families. You stand up and declare “Stay as long as you need.” Your apartment is just above the restaurant and you’ve got a spare bedroom. Also you know that Bela certainly needs time to plan how to tell her family that the wedding can not happen. You give Bela a change of clothes then settle in for the night, planning to close shop tomorrow so you both can plan her next move. There’s plenty of banter and jokes until you two hear on the radio that Bela has been declared missing and possibly kidnapped by her mother and the police. You turn on the tv to see a press conference of Bela’s family pleading for her return. Only after the report do you notice Bela was clutching your hand, you being her sole comfort during her darkest hour.
5. Curious Curator: Cassandra Dimitrescu owns a private gallery of treasures and oddities that could put tourist traps suc as the Winchester Mansion and the Mystery Shack out of business. “Come one, come all to Cassandra’s Cache to see fossils of unimaginable creatures and peruse paintings that stimulate parts of your mind that you never knew existed. No tour is complete until a guest fires one of the weapons!” Cassandra’s favorite is her genuine live cannon :) However, it is not the myriad of artifacts and unconventional armory that draws visitors, it is the promise of Cassandra’s personal vault. Cassandra takes a vibe check of every guest, weighing if they are worthy of peeping into her vault and in extension: her soul. Cassandra’s vault has been rumored to be everything from being a library full of texts from lost civilizations to being her personal pirate hoard to being the finest doomsday bunker. Only one person has peeked her interest and has a chance to be the first allowed into her vault: you, the quirky yet sometimes witty handyperson of the neighboring town who always drops by to see if the isolated Cassandra needs anything. Yeah she needs you to breach her vault, hot stuff.
6. Oh my Goddess: Alcina, Goddess of women and wine undertakes the task of rebuilding Greece after a certain demigod kills Zeus then leaves for Midgard. Unlike her predecessors, Alcina shares her power with her children Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela. If she and her daughter were butting heads, then how would the Goddess of Wine grow the vineyards that will feed and quench her newfound home (Mama needs her wine!). Alcina’s daughter rarely fought, often ceased by Big Mama’s tough love, but somehow they always find time to fight about who among the daughters reigned supreme. Alcina reached her limit when a fight caused the Goddess to spill her private reserves into a volcano which resulted in the birth of dragons. “BELA! CASSANDRA! DANIELA! COME HERE! NOW! Mother has a present :)” Confused that they were not going to be sent to do more labors like cleaning out the augean stables again, the sisters decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth. “My darlings, my lovelies :) I have a nice golden apple for the best girl!” GASP “But mother… there’s only one.” Alcina gives a smirk >:) “I know, my loves.” The Mother Goddess then throws the apple off Mount Olympus, telling her daughters that the mortal who finds the apple will decide who among them deserves it the most. The girls then scramble to reach the mortal world only to find a misthios with a broken spear and an eagle companion. You have no idea why an Apple of Eden is just lying on the side of the road, but your Creed demands that you ensure it does not fall into the wrong hands. Suddenly three goddesses appear before you, each introducing themselves: “I am Bela! Goddess of Knowledge! That apple belongs to the only woman who will know how to use it properly!” states the blonde. “You will know me as Cassandra! Goddess of Indulgence! That apple is mine!” shrieks the dark haired woman. The redhead jumps forward, “I’m Daniella, I came down to do two things: to eat that apple and eat some ass!”
#resident evil village#resident evil 8#re8 lady dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu#house dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu imagine#alcina dimitrescu imagine#bela dimitrescu imagine#cassandra dimitrescu imagine#daniela dimitrescu imagine
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Just thinking about Bela and Dani and how close they were as kids, only to notice they have the same kind of piercings🥺❤️
AND ALL THREE OF THEM HAD MATCHING NECKLACES IN THE OG DESIGNS
Pardon me while I go SOB
#I can’t w them#considering Dani shadowed Bela as a kid#they could’ve gotten piercings togther OR Dani wanted to match with her big sis😭 or vice versa!#okay now brain rot HC of Bela getting her piercings simply because Dani didn’t want to get hers done alone❤️#I love to imagine the years they actually got to spend together as children/young teens was just them being inseparable.#what? what do you mean they get tragically separated and Dani is desperately trying to rekindle her relationship with her sister#while Bela struggles with her own demons and pushes her sisters further away to keep them safe?#nuh uh 🧍♀️#all three of them are actually bonding at Disney World rn#resident lover#resident lover spoilers#bela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu
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As much as Donna loves her she can be stern when needed and it always works on this wild child.
#house dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#resident evil village#daniela dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#resident lover#donna beneviento#resident evil 8#re8#headcanon#cass being scared of her soft spoken auntie will never fail to amuse me#bc donna does have a scary side not even this daredevil is ready to face#she'd rather be in her auntie's good graces instead of facing her wrath#imagine donna calling your full name like this#good thing cass is smart and she knows when to back down from her bullshit
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Alcina Dimitrescu is the kind of woman who will get mad at you for…
Ganging up with her daughters to play pranks on her
Not immediately noticing that she did something different with her hair (I tried to look beautiful for you and you didn’t say anything! Tell me I’m pretty!)
Sleeping in on your only day off but she has to get up and wants you to spend time with her
*If this applies to you* Not putting the toilet seat down
Not liking wine
Quoting movies and memes she has no understanding of
Spoiling your appetite before dinner
Procrastinating
Wearing her dresses or makeup and pretending to be her for the lolz
Hearing her sigh pathetically and not asking what’s wrong because you know the reason is petty
Hanging out with Karl
Not explaining how the internet or social media works to her because it would definitely be infuriating (When I use a hashtag does that mean I’m Twittering??)
Burping really loud and asking her to rate it
Butchering Romanian words
Hiding her cigarettes because you know smoking is bad for her
Leaving a mountain of dirty laundry in her room
Getting hurt from a stupid stunt
Making fun of her mother
Throwing a tantrum because she won’t let you have cereal for dinner
Asking if you can use her claws as a back scratcher
Flirting with her in public
Putting your elbows on the table at dinner
Hearing her sneeze and not saying bless you (That’s just rude!)
Talking with another woman for too long
Masterlist
#alcina dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu#re8#re8 village#re8 lady dimitrescu#alcina dimitriscu x reader#lady dimitrescu x reader#alcina dimitrescu x y/n#alcina dimitrescu x reader#resident evil village#resident evil 8#resident evil#resident evil imagines#lady dimitrescu x y/n#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#re8 shitpost#y/n is stupid#re8 incorrect quotes
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No, but seriously, imagine it:
Angie finally becomes human and starts a successful DJ-ing business and lets go of alcohol. Dani becomes a world-renowned athlete and falls in love with a cheerleader. Cassandra makes it huge on Broadway and beocmes an EGOT Winner, as well as falling in love with a nice paramedic from New York. Bela gets her heart back and becomes a school teacher, while also mending her relationships with her sisters. As for Alcina? She finds love in an artist and continues to build the finest art collection in the world. Donna takes up doll-making again and gets over her anxiety, creating a travelling store that sells her own custom creations and flowers. And Miranda? She lets go of her love for MC and adopts a young girl, letting go of her evil ways and closing down the school, realizing she was a bit insane. MC dies of a cocaine overdose. Elena finally becomes free of the coffee shop and starts her own coffee chain, which becomes even more popular than Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts. Mia's Pokemon collection ends up becoming the biggest in the world and she even gets her own character in the Pokemon games as a testament to how big of a fan she is. Heisenberg retires from his car repair shop and becomes a freelance welder. All the other students graduate and be successful in their lives. The Cass stans become stan twitter icons and end up becoming nurses. As all their futures unfold in the credits, Whistle by Flo Rida plays in the background as Cass arrives and starts to say "Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby, let me know. Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it and we start real slow. You just put your lips together and you come real close. Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby? Here we go!" And the screen fades to black, with a polaroid of all the characters waving and thanking the player for all they've done. Cue final credits.
Then if things couldn’t get any better, Dan and Phil walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.
#resident lover#resident lover meme#re8#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#fcd club#fuck cassandra dimitrescu#angie beneviento#donna beneviento#daniela dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu#mother miranda#mia winters#no but seriously imagine it#inspired by a really stupid spongebob post#and a bit of inspo from that one emo copypasta#hope you enjoy
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A silly wack Daniela drawing, I'm still a learning artist so bare with me 😭😭😭
My previous sketch, and then the finetuned one :)
It wasn't even on purpose but I ended up giving her puppy eyes- lore accurate I suppose /j anyways I love drawing her looking like a tired loser I wanna sjjdmsnsnsns I love my wife
#i love daniela#daniela dimitrescu#resident lover#resident lover art#my art#my biggest enemy is camera making it look more wack than it is irl#also I don't think she'd have tattoos in canon cause Alcina would either fall into a coma or put her into one#but I imagine she got a tongue piercing to rebel against her silently LMAO
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RE8 Lords (+dimi sisters) Opinion on crocs!
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Mother Miranda
The bird mommy herself. A true lady. Gothic aesthetic and all.
I think she would be an avid croc hater
I mean, she works in a lab, closed toe shoes. They’re not very practical for experimentation or any thing else
Plus her other outfit is goddess apparel or old hag.
I just can’t see her enjoying them whatsoever. They clash with her whole vibe.
If offered, Miri would most surely wrinkle her nose and scoff at the very notion.
“Ugh. Begone, mortal. The day you goad me into those atrocities of footwear is the day I surrender my subconscious to the megamycete,” Mother Miranda waves you off with a flick of a taloned hand.
Mia left a pair in the lab once and she tried them on. They remind her.
Salvatore Moreau
Fish man!
Moreau would be a huge fan.
Seriously, he lives in constant sogginess. A pair of shoes that can fit his deformed and damp feet would be welcome.
He pads around the reservoir in crocs all the fricking time
Over time, the sound of the rubber squelch becomes associated with his approach.
He would be gifted his first pair, but soon amass a bit of a collection- his favorites are the blue pair and the black one, but he’s also got green.
(In the church) *squish squish squish squosh squish* “hi, mother!” Moreau garbles. “Like ‘em?” He asks, gesturing to the tye dye crocs currently adorning the lower half of his slimy body.
He doesn’t wear them in public after Mother Miranda glared at them though
Heisenberg
Metal bending dilf
My guy isn’t the biggest fan of crocs, they just don’t work for him
The factory is difficult enough to manage in steel toed boots. Rubber slippers are not ideal.
I think he wears them solely to meetings to piss off Mirander (it works every time)
He was approached by his nieces with a pair of solid black crocs, and they were too insistent for him to deny them entirely.
Heisenberg thinks they’re fine, simply not his cup of tea though.
“Fuck!” The lord curses, his voice echoing against the metal walls of the factory for the fiftieth time. “Damn pieces of junk.” Heisenberg mutters after dropping a piece of scrap onto his croc bearing toes once more.
Alcina Dimitrescu
No.
Just no.
Absolutely not.
Lady Dimitrescu , the countess, the favorite of Mother Miranda, mother of three, would not be caught dead in such apparel.
It’s less that she has an issue with their design, and much more that she’s disgusted with the thought of looking so undignified.
She wouldn’t be threatening anyone when she whips her crocs into sports mode before unsheathing her mighty claws.
Alcina doesn’t mind them on others, but not her. She’s a noble lady and far above such peasantry.
Also they don’t make them in her shoe size.
“What…” she drawls, looking scornfully down at the maiden presenting her with such blatantly hideous shoes, “are those?”
Donna Beneviento
The dollmaker and illusionist ~
Donna is chill, I’d imagine she wouldn’t have too strong an opinion on crocs
She owns a pair in black and likes to wear them around her workshop
They’re quite comfy, and since she’s not always on her feet, they serve as very nice house slippers
She likes to pair them with fluffy socks to really get the full coziness effect
Besides, her skirt is long enough where they’re not really noticeable
A quiet melody sways within the air of Lady Beneviento’s workspace. Humming to herself as she worked and Angie looked over her shoulder. Dexterous hands wield pliers to work the last bit of wire into the joints of her newest creation. And as a finishing touch, a mini croc is slid onto this doll. A small smile quirks her lips beneath the veil.
“I want some!” Angie shrieks once she sets eyes on the crocs.
Bela Dimitrescu
The eldest of the flies, and the blondest
Bela follows in her mother’s footsteps on this one, she despises crocs.
She simply doesn’t see the appeal.
They’re rubber, they’re not particularly fashionable, and they clash with the lace of her dress.
Eyeing her sister up and down, Bela just scoffs judgmentally before walking away.
Daniela Dimitrescu
Our delulu queen <3
She is the biggest crocs person ever.
She absolutely loves them, much to her sister and Mother’s dismay.
Dani just thinks they’re the coolest thing ever
You don’t have to lace them, there’s different modes, and you can decorate them??? What more could you ask for!
She had a whole wardrobe. I think she had every color. Depending on the occasion, she mixes and matches.
Dani is also big on jibbitz.
“Look!” The ginger squeals excitedly as she swarms into a maid’s face. “It’s a fly!” Dani says with a delirious giggle, shoving the new charm into the frightened woman’s vision.
Cassandra Dimitrescu
The ravenette of the trio
Cassie likes crocs a normal amount
She doesn’t own her own pair of course, the only reason she ever wears them is to snatch them from Dani and make her mad
She also delights in how Bela and her mom glare down at her whenever she wears them
All in all, Cass doesn’t wear them as a fashion choice, she wears them for the drama
“Hehehe, you’re coming with me,” Cassandra whispers to herself as she steals Daniela’s prized flamingo print crocs from her room.
#resident evil#resident evil village#alcina dimitrescu#mother miranda#karl heisenberg#bela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#donna beneviento#angie beneviento#salvatore moreau#headcanon#for funsies#i know no one cares#but this has been eating away t my brain space#I want Cassie to get Alcina a pair customs made#imagine her chasing Ethan around the castle#wearing bright pink crocs with heart jibbitz#idk how to tag this#I CANNT#crocs
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Words Of Prey {Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU} Pt. 3
Fandom: Resident Evil: Village
Rating: T for general themes
Warnings: None
AU Description: People have the first words their soulmate will say to them written on their wrist/forearm. Most people chose a specific quote (referred to as their “soul phrase”) that they use every time they meet somebody new.
Summary: After a sleepless night, you meet up with your soulmate, surprised to see a side of her that you have never seen before. A side that you can't help but want to get to know better...
Previous Chapters: Pt. 1: Of All Your Dreams, Pt. 2: The Dreaded Dawn
Chapter 3: Second Chance
All around you, slow and steady breathing forms lulling waves of white noise, but slumber evades you all the same. Only a couple hours separated you and your roommates from the start of the night shift. Another day, another grueling workload, overwhelming yet tedious… or at least, that was what awaited your peers. As for your own fate, that was an ordeal of its own, unknown, a dark veil obscuring your future. How could you sleep when you had no plan for how to face the coming day?
Fleeting moments of rest had come to you earlier, restless slumber with strange dreams, bright visions laid over jazzy humming. It was the same tune you had heard from Daniela last night, the nature of its familiarity still eluding you. Somehow it turns into something comforting. Even now, as you once more lie awake, the melody drifts through your mind. You get so absorbed in the soft swing that you don’t notice the maidens from the day shift shuffling in- at least not until one of them is kneeling by the side of your bed, face obscured by shadow.
They clear their throat, as loud as they dare, one hand gently nudging your shoulder. When you start to sit up, they seem startled enough that you pause halfway. A nervous energy radiates from the shakiness of their silhouette, infectious, and you’re relieved when they hand you a note and shuffle off, glancing around as they go. Curiosity overwhelms, your mind eager to displace your earlier pondering and abandon the pursuit of sleep altogether.
Still, you wait another minute for the stranger’s sake, lying in the dark with the note held close to your chest. Ever so faintly the scent of vellum and cinnamon tickles your senses. Ah, you think, recognizing the smell that often accompanies Lady Daniela, I guessed as much. Who else would send you such a thing? Once you are certain the other maiden has moved on, and that no one is paying you any mind, you quietly make your way to the shared lounge.
A few square tables occupy the center of the room, with a larger rectangular one placed up against a window on one side, an assortment of shelves and dressers filling empty space along the walls. Overhead is a chandelier, relatively simple in comparison to any of those in the main sections of the castle. On the wall opposite from the window hangs a large portrait of a noblewoman, who you’ve always assumed to be a much younger Lady Dimitrescu, beautifully painted yet unsettling in nature. Always watching over those within her domain.
One of the tables is currently taken, two of the day shift workers chatting quietly over bread and cheese. The older of the two acknowledges you with a nod, but otherwise pays you no mind, which is what you expected. Despite living in close quarters, you didn’t really know either of them. At best you could say you were pretty sure they worked in the kitchen (a guess based entirely on the flour dusting their uniforms). In this case, the lack of familiarity worked in your favor, as the duo huddle a little closer to keep their conversation private, allowing you to check the note without any unwanted attention.
Unfolding the parchment, you find two things: dried flower petals, specifically from blue and yellow orchids, and a message in surprisingly neat handwriting. You’re not sure if Daniela’s cursive is normally this legible, or if she put in extra effort for your sake. Meet me before your shift starts, in the western hall. Love, your darling soulmate. Anxiety stirs within your chest once more, although you know there is no point in delaying the inevitable. With oddly steady heads, you refold the note, tuck it in your pocket, and head to change into your work uniform…
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Ten minutes later, including two minutes of giving a bareboned explanation for your departure to the ever-vigilant head maid, you’re carefully slinking down the winding halls of the castle. Every stray sound gives you a moment of pause, making you wonder if the other ladies of the house are already awake. It’s not unusual for them to stretch beyond their mostly nocturnal habits. What is odd is the relief you feel when you finally turn the last corner and find Daniela.
She’s at a window, watching something outside with a forlorn expression, so focused that she doesn’t immediately hear you approaching. By this hour all but the last rays of light have faded from the sky, and only a sliver of moonlight is reflected in her mismatched eyes. There’s no denying her beauty at this moment. Like a painting personified, a masterpiece come to life, urging your heart to look for the meaning in the layers of her existence. Certainly there’s a story behind the scars along the shaved side of her head, a story in the rose on her forehead… but more importantly, there is a story behind the tiny breath she lets out when she finally sees you. Air gives way to a hum, her lips curling into a tired smile, and she gestures for you to come closer.
“You came,” she says, almost giddy, her joy not quite covering up the relief in her voice. Despite all of your anxiety regarding this meeting, never once had you considered that Daniela might also be worried. For all her bravado, her charm and her flirtation, there is still a young woman with her heart cradled in her hands. Even now, she does not offer it to you. No, you merely catch a glimpse of it, as she steps closer, hesitating only once you’re close enough to touch. Something in her expression is startlingly human. The relief, the exhaustion, her usual energy giving way to a gentle hopefulness. “Did you rest well, my dear?”
“I can’t say I did,” you reply, softly. Another hum from Daniela, this time a short note of sympathy, and she reaches to take your hand in her own. A lump forms in your throat as you bear witness to the compassion in her gaze. It’s hard to believe this is the same woman you’ve seen shedding blood and tossing people around; between the change in her demeanor and your own tiredness, you find yourself temporarily setting aside your grievances. Swallowing hard, you feel compelled to admit the second half of your restlessness. “When I did sleep, I… I dreamed of you. There was simply too much anxiety underneath to stay asleep.”
“Mmm, I am glad I was in your mind, even if not in your bed,” Daniela chimes, thumb brushing over the back of your hand, subconsciously leaning closer to you. Again, the scent of her perfume washes over you, only this time you detect the metallic undercurrents of blood. It floods your nostrils, strangely intoxicating, your body instinctively shifting to align yourself with her. A grin comes to life on her face as she notices your movements. “I know that I didn’t make the best first impression, but I’m glad to see you’re finding room for me in your heart, and I promise that things will only get better from here.”
With that, she closes the last iota of distance between the two of you, and you brace for another awkward kiss. Instead, Daniela holds you. Tucks your head in against the crook of her neck, resting her chin alongside your ear (no doubt lamenting the fact that she isn’t quite tall enough to rest it on the top of your head), her arms wrapping around you loosely. The moment lingers. Covers you, a welcome blanket of comfort after an almost sleepless night.
You almost start humming her song, but she speaks up, her voice a sweeter melody than the one in your brain.
“I’m not sure what to tell my family, if we should tell them at all,” she murmurs, the slight lilt to her voice detracting from the discomfort of her words. Regardless, your body tenses up, and Daniela is quick to elaborate in her own defense. “The timing- the damn timing- may have them doubting our soul bond. To think that I would meet my soulmate the same night that my sisters mocked me for such concepts…” Bitterness seeps into her tone, and her grip on you becomes protective, as if she is already preparing to defend you from the ire and suspicions of her family.
“They may find it easier to believe when they see the words on my wrist, for better or worse,” you say, unsure whether your statement will bring comfort or heartache. Even Daniela pauses, considering, thoughtfulness eventually giving way to a slight pout. One arm uncurls from around your waist, her hand moving to trace the cursed sentence on your skin. I need a distraction, and you’ll do just fine. The sound of those words will live forever in your brain. So too, however, will the way Daniela’s voice cracked when she realized you’re her soulmate.
“You deserved better,” she whispers, her voice reduced to a terribly fragile thing. Although she refers to you, there is an underlying depth to her words, the acknowledgement that somewhere along the line, she deserved better, too. From her family, from fate, from her own hands. Soft words form in your throat, a warmth bubbling in your chest, but a faint sound has Daniela going rigid. “They’re awake. Go, hide in one of the nearby rooms, I’ll get you when it’s safe.”
Leaving no time to argue, she gives you a gentle nudge, her gaze locked on the opposite side of the hallway. Whatever she hears is too quiet to reach your ears, but you know better than to question her senses. Your earlier tension revived, you waste no time in absconding, sparing only one parting glance before ducking into a side room. The space is relatively small, its original purpose obscured by a layer of dust and scattered objects. Nowhere to hide if the ladies of the house realized your presence. And they would, wouldn’t they? Senses honed to seek out prey, to pinpoint fleeing maidens, able to taste your fear in the air. If you were lucky, they would be too focused on Daniela to bother terrorizing you.
“Hmmm, what’s this, sister? Do my eyes deceive me?” Cassandra chimes, somehow loud enough for you to hear through the door (and over the sound of your heart beating in your ears). Mirth soaks her tone, cruelties underlining the words, as if she can’t quite decide whether she’s still mad about yesterday. A laugh follows, the high lilting kind you can only assume comes from Bela.
“How strange. Our little sister is awake, bright and early, long before breakfast. Cassandra, what do you think has her skipping slumber?” Bela adds, equally as teasing, just enough of an edge to indicate intentional insult. It’s common knowledge that Daniela isn’t a morning person. Always coming late to the dining room, stifling a yawn as she does, oftentimes without changing out of her nightgown. But normally her siblings didn’t mind- more than once you had even seen them making sure her favorite dishes were still available by the time she arrived. For Bela to use this as a point of contention… the argument must have bothered her much more than you would have expected.
Unfortunately, Daniela’s attempts at defending herself are quickly cut off.
“Ooooh, I bet she’s doing what the Maidens call a walk of shame, coming back from yet another dalliance with some unlucky girl,” Cassandra says, losing more and more of the humor from her voice. Evidently, she was incredibly upset about getting thrown at the wall yesterday. Or perhaps things had only gotten worse once they moved to their mother’s office?... Regardless, this is the first time you’ve witnessed the sisters have an extended spat. “Do you think she made them pretend to be her soulmate? Made them say her special words, maybe took a knife to carve away the wrong ones on their wrist, or-”
“Cassandra,” Bela warns, still about ten seconds later than she’d normally step in. When she continues, none of her earlier teasing remains, replaced in its entirety by gentle disappointment. “That’s enough, you know that Daniela is… sensitive about these things. Now come along, we can leave her to sulk in peace.” There are several seconds of tense silence, wherein you can only imagine the two are communicating through facial expressions, before Cassandra huffs, and you hear two pairs of footsteps leading away.
Technically, Daniela had asked you not to come out of hiding until she came for you. Technically, you were still scared that her sisters might be close. But something about their behavior had irked you to the point of action; there was a haunting familiarity in the way that they dismissed her. The melody of sympathy in your chest struck several chords as you exit your hiding place, peeking out slowly, eyes catching sight of Daniela sitting on the floor, on the verge of tears. Both of her hands fiddle with themselves, flexing and unflexing to the rhythm of her distress. When she sees you, panic lights up her eyes, and she’s quick to mouth a warning, not daring to say it out loud. They can still hear us.
Perhaps that was why she was working so hard to avoid crying. If they heard her sobbing, her sisters would only feel like their claims had been proven. With a deep, shaky breath, you steady your nerves and approach Daniela with the intent to spite her sisters. Slowly, you kneel in front of her, offering a hand for her to take. Then you silently voice the start of your plan: Say your words, your soul phrase. Her eyes widen, hesitation heavy in her heart, searching your face and measuring your confidence. When she sees the strength of your resolve, she gives in.
“I,” she starts, voice shaky, so much softer than it had been when she first spoke to you, “I need a- a distraction, and you’ll do just fine.” This time there’s an upswing at the end, an aching heart giving way to hope. She sounds even more desperate than she had yesterday, yet the feeling at the core of her speech feels different, in a way that you had never imagined. All those years you spent damning your soulmate, never once imagining a way for her phrase to be positive.
And now you know there has always been a kinder alternative. It’s no act when a soft exhale passes your stunned lips, nor when your hand moves to caress her cheek. Nothing could instantly undo the years of contempt and cynicism, of course, but this felt like a step towards neutral ground.
“Of all my dreams, this is the one that comes true,” you breathe, pouring your heart into the words, compiling every bit of missed opportunities into the soul phrase. The hushed words are nigh reverent. Filled with the promise that you will be softer than those that came before. Daniela’s reaction isn’t quite instantaneous, and you do not know if she is acting for the sake of her sisters, or if she is stunned by this display. It matters not- either way she cups your face in her hands, a sharp inhale transforming into airy giggles, her forehead leaning against your own.
She spares a single glance away from you, a sudden head tilt letting you know that a sound has caught her attention. But her focus is back on you in an instant, her smile even brighter than before, and you feel certain that her sisters have heard your exchange. It will be much harder for them to make fun of her romantic fantasies now that one of hers has come true. You’re not entirely sure why this matters so much to you, nor why your face feels so flush at Daniela’s closeness, all you know is that this feels like a victory. With matching grins, the two of you rise to meet the day with renewed energy.
“Come, my soulmate,” you start to say, only half playing it up for your hidden audience, “let me take care of you.”
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Searching for Home
Dimitrescu Family x Gender Neutral Autistic Reader
TW: Bullying, Mention of Parental Death
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As the sun dipped behind the towering peaks of the Carpathian Mountains, casting a golden glow over the quaint village below, Y/N trudged out of the orphanage gates, shoulders hunched against the biting chill of the evening air. For seven long years, they had called this place home, but it had never felt like home. The laughter of other children echoed in the distance, a cruel reminder of their own solitude.
Y/N's steps faltered as a sudden cacophony of noise erupted around them. Startled, they instinctively covered their ears, heart pounding erratically in their chest. The world seemed to spin, the sounds blending into a nightmarish symphony of chaos. The older kids, faces twisted with malice, stood nearby, wielding an array of makeshift instruments to amplify the din.
"Look at the freak! Can't even handle a little noise," one of them jeered, his voice laced with cruelty.
Y/N's breaths came in short, ragged gasps as panic seized them, every nerve on edge. Desperate, they stumbled backward, eyes wide with fear, seeking escape from the overwhelming onslaught of sensory input.
"Leave me alone!" they cried, voice raw with emotion, but their words were lost amidst the clamor.
With a strangled sob, Y/N turned and fled, feet pounding against the cobblestones, tears blurring their vision.
The village blurred past in a blur of colors and shapes, each alleyway a potential dead end. But Y/N pressed on, driven by a primal instinct to flee, to outrun the demons nipping at their heels.
Finally, as their legs threatened to give out beneath them, they stumbled upon the village church, its weathered stones looming like a beacon of refuge amidst the chaos. With one last burst of energy, they pushed open the heavy wooden door and stumbled inside, heart pounding in their chest.
As Y/N cowered behind the heavy wooden door of the village church, their heart still racing from the chase, they felt a sense of fleeting safety wash over them. The sounds of their pursuers grew fainter as they rounded a corner, their frantic footsteps fading into the distance.
Breathing heavily, Y/N pressed their back against the door, eyes darting around the dimly lit interior of the church. Shadows danced across the walls, casting eerie shapes upon the worn stone floor. With trembling hands, they reached out to steady themselves, fingertips grazing the rough surface of the doorframe.
Frantically, they scanned the room for any sign of movement, any indication that they were not alone. But save for the faint flicker of candlelight and the soft rustle of fabric, the church remained eerily silent.
Their gaze came to rest upon a faded photograph hanging on the wall, illuminated by the dim glow of the candles. It depicted a stern-faced woman, her eyes fixed in an unwavering gaze, her presence looming over the room like a silent sentinel. Mother Miranda, the villagers whispered, a figure of reverence and fear in equal measure.
Though Y/N had never been one for religion, in this moment of desperation, they found themselves drawn to the image before them. With a shaky breath, they bowed their head and clasped their hands together, fingers intertwining in silent supplication.
"Mother Miranda," they whispered, the words feeling foreign upon their lips. "Please... please help me. I don't want to go back there. I just want to be safe."
Closing their eyes, Y/N rocked back and forth, a soothing rhythm born from years of seeking solace in moments of overwhelming sensory input. They pressed their palms against their ears, willing the world to fade away, to grant them respite from the tumultuous storm raging within.
Unbeknownst to them, in the shadowed recesses of the church, a figure stirred. Mother Miranda herself, her presence as silent as a whisper, watched from the darkness, her gaze softening as she beheld the child huddled before her.
As Y/N's eyes widened in shock at the sight of Mother Miranda approaching, a wave of fear and uncertainty washed over them. Their instincts screamed at them to flee, to put as much distance between themselves and this enigmatic figure as possible. But as they pressed back against the solid wooden door, they found themselves trapped, with nowhere to run.
Miranda, sensing their distress, moved forward with slow, deliberate steps, her expression gentle yet unreadable beneath the mask that obscured her features. But as she drew nearer, Y/N's panic only intensified, their heart pounding in their chest like a trapped bird.
"Please, stay back," they whispered, voice trembling with fear, as they instinctively tried to shrink away from her looming presence.
Miranda paused, her keen gaze softened with understanding. She could sense the fear radiating from the child before her, could see the tension in their trembling form. With a silent nod, she halted her approach, giving them the space they so desperately sought.
But Miranda knew that mere words would not be enough to quell their fear, not when faced with the unknown. And so, with deliberate care, she reached up and began to unfasten the mask that obscured her face, revealing the woman beneath.
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as the mask fell away, revealing features softened by compassion and empathy. It was unheard of for Mother Miranda to show such vulnerability, to strip away the veil of mystery that shrouded her every action. And yet, here she was, kneeling before them with a tenderness that took their breath away.
Tears welled in Y/N's eyes as Miranda brushed a gentle hand against their cheek, her touch as light as a feather. But as they flinched away, overcome by a lifetime of mistrust and uncertainty, Miranda's heart ached for the pain that lay hidden within.
"It's alright, child," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm against their frayed nerves. "You're safe now. Tell me, what has happened? How can I help you?"
Y/N hesitated, their gaze flickering away as they struggled to put their feelings into words. But Miranda was patient, her presence a comforting anchor in the storm of their emotions. And as they finally found the courage to speak, halting and hesitant though it may be, she listened with an open heart, ready to offer whatever solace they sought.
As Y/N poured out their heart to Miranda, recounting the cruel prank and the years of loneliness and ridicule they had endured, Miranda listened with a compassion that spoke volumes. Her eyes softened with empathy, mirroring the pain reflected in Y/N's own gaze.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, my child," Miranda said softly, her voice carrying a weight of understanding. "No one should ever have to feel so alone."
When Y/N mentioned their parents, Miranda's expression shifted, a flicker of sorrow crossing her features. "I'm deeply sorry for your loss," she murmured, her voice laced with genuine sympathy. "Lycan attacks can be devastating. Your strength in facing such tragedy is admirable."
As Y/N hesitated at Miranda's offer of a hug, Miranda respected their boundaries with a gentle nod. "Only if you feel comfortable, my dear," she assured them, her tone warm and reassuring.
With cautious acceptance, Y/N leaned into Miranda's embrace, feeling the comforting warmth of her presence envelop them like a protective cloak. Miranda's touch was gentle, her movements slow and deliberate, as she wrapped her arms around them in a gesture of comfort and reassurance.
As Miranda stroked their hair with tender affection, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over them, a fleeting moment of solace amidst the chaos of their world. And as they pulled away from the hug, a hesitant smile tugging at their lips, they found themselves trusting this woman in a way they never thought possible.
With a soft rustle of fabric, Miranda replaced her mask, the enigmatic facade once again in place. "Come, child," she said, her voice gentle yet commanding. "I have a place where you will be safe."
As they walked together in companionable silence towards Castle Dimitrescu, Y/N couldn't help but notice the grandeur of their surroundings, the imposing walls of the castle looming overhead like silent sentinels. But though questions tugged at their mind, they remained unspoken, for now content to follow Miranda's lead.
Entering the castle, they were met by a maid, whose eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Miranda. "Are you here to speak with Lady Dimitrescu, ma'am?" she asked, her voice deferential.
Miranda nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes, please inform her of our arrival," she replied, her tone leaving no room for argument.
As the maid scurried off to relay the message, Y/N glanced up at Miranda, curiosity and uncertainty warring within them. "Where are we going?" they ventured to ask, their voice barely above a whisper.
Miranda's smile was gentle, her eyes filled with a promise of sanctuary. "You'll see, my dear," she replied cryptically, her hand resting reassuringly on Y/N's shoulder as they ventured deeper into the heart of the castle.
As Miranda led Y/N to the second floor of the castle, their heart hammered in their chest with each echoing step. The air felt charged with anticipation as Miranda knocked on a door, the sound reverberating through the quiet corridor. A muffled voice answered from within, and Miranda pushed the door open, ushering Y/N into the room.
Inside, a woman adorned in a cream-colored dress, a striking black hat perched upon her head, and leather gloves adorning her hands, turned to greet them. It was Lady Dimitrescu herself, her presence commanding attention as she rose from her seat, towering over them with an imposing stature that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine.
Y/N's eyes widened in awe and trepidation as they beheld the formidable figure before them. They instinctively took a step back, their breath catching in their throat, but Miranda's reassuring presence at their side anchored them in the moment.
"It's alright, my dear," Miranda murmured, her voice a soothing balm against the rising tide of fear. "Lady Dimitrescu won't harm you. She just wants to talk."
Slowly, Lady Dimitrescu approached, her movements deliberate and measured as she knelt down before Y/N, her gaze gentle yet penetrating. "What is your name, child?" she asked, her voice carrying a warmth that belied her intimidating exterior.
Y/N's gaze dropped to the floor, their fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of their shirt. They mumbled a response, barely audible above the rush of their own heartbeat.
Miranda interjected, her voice calm yet firm. "Their name is Y/N," she said, her eyes meeting Lady Dimitrescu's with a silent understanding. "I would like to speak with you privately for a moment, if you don't mind."
Lady Dimitrescu nodded, her gaze lingering on Y/N for a moment longer before turning to Miranda. "Of course," she replied, her tone betraying none of the curiosity that flickered in her eyes. "We can speak in the study."
As Y/N waited alone in the room, a strange buzzing sound began to fill the air, growing louder with each passing moment. Their heart raced with apprehension as they turned towards the source of the noise, eyes widening in surprise as three figures materialized before them.
The first, with flowing blonde hair and piercing yellow eyes, stepped forward, her presence exuding an air of confidence and elegance. "Well, well, what do we have here?" she purred, her voice smooth as silk as she regarded Y/N with a curious gaze.
Y/N's breath caught in their throat as they tried to find their voice, the weight of the three women's scrutiny bearing down upon them. With a shaky breath, they managed to whisper their name, barely audible above the hum of uncertainty that filled the room.
The blonde woman smiled, a predatory gleam dancing in her eyes. "Ah, a visitor," she mused, her tone laced with amusement. "Well, little one, allow me to introduce myself. I am Bela."
As she spoke, Y/N took in her features, noting the drained mascara that framed her eyes, the bloodstains that adorned her lips like a twisted smile. Despite her ethereal beauty, there was something undeniably unsettling about her presence.
Beside her stood two other women, each bearing a striking resemblance to Bela in both appearance and demeanor. Daniela, with her fiery red hair and intense gaze, and Cassandra, with her dark locks and stoic expression, completed the trio, their presence looming over Y/N like silent guardians.
Together, they formed a formidable trio, their allegiance to House Dimitrescu evident in the flower tattoos that adorned their foreheads. And as they regarded Y/N with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue, the air crackled with an unspoken tension, a silent invitation into the mysterious world of Castle Dimitrescu.
As the conversation flowed between them, Bela and Daniela peppered Y/N with questions, their curiosity piqued by the presence of this newcomer in their midst. Cassandra, however, remained aloof, her gaze flickering between her sisters and Y/N, uncertainty etched upon her features.
As the evening wore on, Y/N's exhaustion became palpable, their eyelids growing heavy with weariness. Sensing their fatigue, Bela gently inquired about Miranda and her mother's departure, her voice tinged with concern.
Y/N blinked owlishly, trying to recall the details of their departure. "I'm not sure," they admitted softly, their gaze wandering around the room until it landed on a clock hanging on the wall, its hands pointing to the late hour of 10 pm.
With a sigh, Bela guided Y/N to the couch, settling them between herself and Daniela. Daniela, ever the nurturing sister, retrieved a book and began to read aloud, the sound of her voice a soothing lullaby that washed over Y/N like a gentle breeze.
As the words of the story wove a tapestry of dreams, Y/N's eyelids drooped lower and lower, until at last, they succumbed to the embrace of sleep. Their head lolled to the side, coming to rest against Bela's shoulder, and she adjusted their position with a gentle touch, ensuring their comfort as she stroked their hair with tender affection.
Across the room, Cassandra watched silently, her expression unreadable as she observed the scene before her. But beneath her stoic facade, a flicker of something akin to warmth stirred within her, a newfound curiosity kindled by the presence of this enigmatic stranger in their home.
As Bela and Daniela exchanged whispers, their voices hushed with a mixture of curiosity and concern, Cassandra remained silent, her thoughts swirling like shadows in the depths of her mind.
"Did you notice anything strange about them?" Cassandra interjected suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet of the room like a sharp blade.
Bela and Daniela exchanged glances, their brows furrowing in contemplation. "Not particularly," Bela replied, her tone thoughtful. "Why, did you?"
Cassandra nodded, her expression grave. "There were a few things," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "They seemed... different somehow."
Bela's brow furrowed in concern. "Different how?" she pressed, her gaze searching Cassandra's face for answers.
Cassandra hesitated, her words carefully measured as she recounted her observations. "They had intense interests in specific topics, and their speech lacked inflection," she began, ticking off the points on her fingers. "They also displayed signs of anxiety, fidgeting, sensitivity to light and noise, and various tics and stimming behaviors."
Bela's eyes widened in realization, her thoughts racing as she considered Cassandra's words. "Do you think... they might be autistic?" she ventured, her voice soft with uncertainty.
Cassandra shrugged, her expression unreadable. "It's possible," she conceded, her tone cautious. "Perhaps we can ask them about it when they wake up."
Just then, the door opened, and Miranda and Alcina returned, their presence filling the room with a sense of calm authority. Miranda's gaze softened as she beheld Y/N asleep against Bela, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Bela turned to Alcina, her brow furrowed with concern. "What's going to happen now?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
Alcina's expression softened as she regarded her daughters. "If Y/N decides to stay, they will be welcomed into our home," she explained gently. "But if not... well, we'll deal with that when the time comes."
Bela nodded in understanding, her thoughts racing with the weight of the decision that lay ahead. As she gently roused Y/N from their slumber, their eyes fluttered open, confusion etched upon their features as they took in the sight of Miranda and Lady Dimitrescu standing before them.
Miranda's voice was gentle as she explained the situation, giving Y/N time to process the offer that lay before them. And as they took a moment to consider their options, Alcina posed the question that hung heavy in the air.
"Would you like to stay with us, Y/N?" she asked, her tone soft with genuine concern.
After a moment of contemplation, Y/N met Alcina's gaze with a determined nod. "Yes," they replied, their voice steady with newfound resolve. "I would like that."
As Miranda reassured Y/N of their safety and well-being, a sense of relief washed over them, tempered by a lingering hint of hesitation. But as Miranda made to leave, Y/N's eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty, a silent plea for reassurance.
"Remember, my dear, you are in good hands," Miranda said, her voice soft with genuine care. "I will return in a few days to check up on you, and I'll come by weekly to see how you're adjusting."
Y/N nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of their lips. "Thank you, Miranda," they murmured, their gratitude evident in every word.
With a nod of acknowledgment, Miranda took her leave, her departure leaving an echo of quietude in her wake. Alcina stepped forward, her presence a comforting anchor in the sea of uncertainty.
"Come, Y/N," she said gently, her voice warm with reassurance. "Let me show you to your room."
But before they could move, Cassandra interjected, her voice filled with a quiet determination. "Mother, I have a question for Y/N," she said, her gaze fixed on her mother's face.
Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the prospect of yet another interrogation, their anxiety bubbling to the surface like a turbulent storm. But Daniela was quick to offer a reassuring smile, her voice a soothing balm against the rising tide of panic.
"Don't worry, little one," she said, her tone gentle yet firm. "It's nothing bad, I promise."
With a hesitant nod, Y/N braced themselves for whatever question lay ahead, their mind a whirlwind of uncertainty and apprehension.
As Cassandra posed her question, a heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the sound of Y/N's quickening breaths. Their muscles tensed, every nerve on edge as they grappled with the weight of their answer.
Cassandra's gaze was steady, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern as she awaited Y/N's response. "Are you autistic?" she asked, her voice gentle yet direct.
"Yes," they whispered, their voice barely above a whisper, but it echoed loudly in the quiet of the room. "Yes, I am."
Instantly, a torrent of nervous energy flooded through them, their words tumbling out in a rush of panicked apology. "But if that's a problem, I can leave, I'll find somewhere else to stay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble, I-"
But before they could spiral further into self-doubt, Alcina moved with a grace born of years of experience, kneeling before them and gently lifting their chin with a touch as light as a feather. She smiled reassuringly, her eyes warm with understanding.
"Shh, child, it's alright," she murmured, her voice a soothing melody that calmed the storm raging within Y/N's mind. "Just breathe."
As Y/N's frantic apologies subsided, Alcina listened patiently, her daughters and Cassandra gathered around in a circle of support. And as Y/N poured out their fears and insecurities, recounting the hurtful reactions of others in the past, Alcina's heart ached with a newfound understanding.
"You are not most people," she said firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "You are here with us now, and we are here for you. Your identity is not a problem; it is a part of who you are, and we accept you for it."
Moved by her words, Bela and Daniela stepped forward, their arms open in a silent invitation. "Are you okay with a hug?" Bela asked softly, her eyes filled with empathy.
Y/N nodded, a small smile tugging at their lips as they leaned into the embrace, feeling the warmth and acceptance of their newfound family enveloping them like a comforting embrace. And as they stood there, held in the embrace of those who now stood by their side, they knew, in that moment, that they were home.
With Y/N enveloped in the warmth of their embrace, Bela and Daniela exchanged glances, their expressions soft with empathy. Cassandra approached cautiously, her movements tentative as she joined the circle, her gaze meeting Y/N's with a newfound sense of understanding.
"Thank you," Y/N whispered, their voice tinged with gratitude as they leaned into the comforting embrace of their newfound family.
Bela's smile was gentle as she tightened her hold, a silent reassurance that they were welcome here, just as they were. "You're part of our family now," she murmured, her words echoing the sentiment shared by all.
As the embrace lingered, Alcina's gaze swept over her daughters and Y/N, her heart swelling with a sense of belonging that she hadn't felt in years. "Let us show you to your room," she said, her voice warm with affection.
Together, they moved as one, a united front against the uncertainties of the world beyond. And as they ventured down the halls of Castle Dimitrescu, Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over them, a quiet reassurance that they had found their place in this enigmatic world.
As they reached the threshold of Y/N's new room, Alcina turned to them with a smile, her eyes soft with motherly affection. "Welcome home," she said, her voice a gentle promise of the love and acceptance that awaited them within these walls.
As Y/N took in the sight of their new room, a sense of wonder filled their heart. The soft glow of candlelight danced across the walls, casting shadows that seemed to whisper tales of centuries past. It was a room filled with history and mystery, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the world beyond.
As they turned to thank their newfound family, they found themselves alone in the quiet of the room with only Alcina present. The echoes of their footsteps mingled with the hushed whispers of the night, a symphony of solitude that enveloped them like a comforting embrace.
Just as they were about to settle into their new surroundings, Alcina's voice broke the silence, her presence a comforting presence in the dimly lit room. "My room is right down the hall, dear," she said softly, her words carrying a sense of warmth and reassurance. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
With a grateful nod, Y/N watched as Alcina approached, her movements graceful and deliberate. Cupping Y/N's cheek gently in her hand, Alcina leaned down to press a tender kiss to their forehead, a silent promise of protection and affection.
"Goodnight, my child," Alcina murmured, her voice a soothing melody that echoed in the stillness of the night. "Sleep well."
With a smile tugging at their lips, Y/N settled into their new bed, their heart filled with gratitude for the family that had welcomed them with open arms. And as they drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth and love of their new home, they knew, in that moment, that they were finally where they belonged.
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bela rubs your thighs gently while she eats you out. cassandra traces your nipples with her sickle, watching them harden. daniela nibbles your earlobe and whispers every dirty thing she wants to do with you while giggling.
#this is my way of saying i want you guys to request resident evil imagines#cassandra would definitely bring a strap LMAO#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#resident evil#resident evil 8#re village
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of service
pairing: daniela dimitrescu x reader
summary: you notice daniela is a little wound up and offer your services to relax her.
warnings: smut, bottom daniela, top reader
Lady Dimitrescu had been very clear when hiring you that you were not to touch her daughters in any capacity. You were hired as a maid, and if you wanted to keep your job and head, you'd do your job and leave it at that. At first, you had done a good job of keeping your head down, but you quickly learned the difference between Lady Dimitrescu's rules and those of her daughters.
None of the girls were the kind of take kindly to rejection, especially not by a member of the staff. If they wanted something, you found a way to make it happen. When the girls had found out that you could smuggle things in and out of the castle for them, that became your job. Any target that may have been put on your back from anywhere was lifted, so long as you kept the girls happy.
The more items you got for them, the more you got to know them. All three girls had different ways of approaching you with what they wanted. Bela was straightforward about asking, but polite, nonetheless. Cassandra left you with a paper list and a deadline every single time. Daniela would always linger a little with hers, and over time, you began to realize that perhaps she just wanted to talk to someone new.
That was how your relationship began to blossom. You extended friendship towards Daniela, and that friendship morphed into something bigger. It wasn't a relationship, but rather companionship between the two of you. You were a comfort that Daniela was unable to find elsewhere in or out of the castle. And you could always tell whenever she was in need of a little bit of special attention from you.
"You're hovering Miss Daniela," you said with a pointed look in her direction. That didn't stop or deter her one bit. All you had really done was acknowledge that you knew she was there. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Actually, there is," Daniela said with a smile. She grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you out of the room. She moved quickly, so you had to run in order to keep up with her. You didn't mind though. Daniela wanted you, to the point where she was rushing around for that precious time alone with you.
With the privacy of a closed door, Daniela's lips crashed into yours. She held you against her body as the two of you moved backwards. Up against the wall, Daniela dropped her cloak and let it fall to the ground. You dropped to your knees in front of her and let her guide your head in between her legs. Daniela stood there spread out in front of you, wet and waiting to be touched.
"Yes," Daniela moaned in approval as your tongue circled her clit. You brought your fingers up to teasingly rub over her entrance before diving deep inside of her. You smirked to yourself as you relished in all of the noises that she was making. Each moan and pleasured sigh you pulled out of her was earned with firm flicks of your tongue or the straining muscle in your wrist.
Daniela's fists tightened in your hair as she bucked her hips, urging you to give her a little more than what you already were. She always did this, but you were careful not to give too much too quickly. You wanted a steady build to Daniela's climax, one that wouldn't leave her overwhelmed. Each time that she tried to push against you for more, you pulled back just a little bit. Occasionally, that would earn you a little tug on the head, but seconds after her last exasperated sigh at your lack of compliance, Daniela was shaking above you.
"It's okay. I've got you," you whispered as you caught her body in your arms. Daniela slumped down in your arms a little, relaxing in the warm blanket of your body around hers. "I do have to get back to work soon."
"Stay, I'll tell them I needed your help." Daniela stared up at you with pleading eyes, ones that you couldn't just say no to. It was a bit risky, but you decided that if push came to shove, Daniela would have your back.
#hot fic summer#daniela dimitrescu x reader#daniela dimitrescu imagines#daniela dimitrescu imagine#daniela dimitrescu#resident evil imagine#resident evil x reader#resident evil village x reader#resident evil village imagines#resident evil village imagine#resident evil imagines#resident evil village
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If Alcina Dimitrescu and her daughters were a modern family and the girls were kids, I can imagine it would be like this:
Alcina comes home from work and she looks forward to a decent glass of wine, but Cassandra needs her help with math homework, Bela wants her to iron her favorite dress because there will be a photographer in the school and when Alcina is done with everything, here comes Daniela (at 10PM) and tells her she needs ten maple leafs -every one must have a different color-, twelve acorns, three potatoes and two rocks for an art class which is tomorrow.
#resident evil village#resident evil#Alcina Dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#lady Dimitrescu#house dimitrescu#modern au#I can imagine that uncle Karl would help with the math and auntie Donna with the dress...#but it's funnier when I imagine Alcina trying to do the best mom work#we stan a perfect mother Alcina#Any chance that someone talented can redraw this?#btw I think that part with stuffs to art class happened to all of us
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‼️MINOR RL SPOILERS‼️
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Plan a heist with one and get rid of evidence with the other😌
#I have such a soft spot for Miranda’s gaggle-fuck of unhinged college student followers💀#like she hand picked them or smn😭#it was HILARIOUS to find out Elena was involved#Imagining the cult as some after school club#resident lover#resident lover spoilers#resident lover memes#daniela dimitrescu#angie beneviento#mia winters
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I'm just realizing that Alcina singing lullabies to her daughters is a whole fucking vibe because she is a singer and does have an amazing voice and her daughters absolutely love it when she sings for them.
#house dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#alcina dimitrescu#resident evil village#resident evil 8#re8#headcanon#just alcina using her singing abilities to sing to her daughters#my hear you guys i can't get this image out of my head#i need to look up some romanian lullabies and imagine them in her voice#for the sake of lore ofc >.>
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