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simplysable · 2 years

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How would the Four Lords react to S/O who bakes really extravagant things for them?

Genuinely none of them would know what to do and I’m here for it

Resident Evil Lords With an S/O Who Loves to Bake 🧁

Alcina Dimitrescu

It’s two in the morning, what idiot maid is making a racket in her kitchen-!

Oh it’s you!

Why are you being so loud in her kitchen, of all places?

She sees you shove some bowls behind your back

“Nothing to see here, Alcina! Nothing! You should go back to bed, like, now!”

You were acting odd, but she was exhausted from her meeting with Miranda earlier in the day

“Okay, I will, but I want an explanation for this in the morning. Be quiet, please.”

She got an explanation in the morning

“Miranda was being a bitch, and the girls weren’t helping, so I decided to make you a cake to cheer you up. Surprise?”

Alcina was, in fact, surprised

You stayed up making this all night

And it was gorgeous

It looked like a goddamn wedding cake

Three tiers, fully frosted and decorated with little flowers

“Darling, you made this for me? Oh thank you! You must be exhausted! Come, take a break.”

She had no idea what to do

You made this for her? With your own two hands? And you took hours out of your night to make it instead of sleeping???

You baffled her

She loved you so much

She cooked you a huge dinner that night and praised your cake when you ate dessert

The girls ate that shit in minutes

God she loves you, and she wants you to know it

Donna Beneviento

…were those macaroons on the counter?

With little cursive Ds written in chocolate on top of them?

And a few set aside with little As on them?

You need to drag her out of her room because of how flustered she was (she hid)

Donna is the definition of bashful

She has no idea what to do with this! No one makes her things, especially not you!

She’s supposed to make you things, not the other way around!

Angie expresses Donna’s true emotions, much to your satisfaction (and Donna’s dismay)

“Hon, these things are the best things EVER! You need to make them more! Oh oh! You should make some for Heisy-weisy and put some special herbs in them!”

“…you know what I mean, right? We’re making the metal man get STONED!”

Donna hastily shoves her hand over Angie’s mouth to make her stop talking

It does not stop you from laughing

Or from planning

Donna really is thankful, though

She’s so happy that she found someone so amazing that would go out of their way to make macaroons for her

She’s smitten

Absolutely smitten

And a little embarrassed

Salvatore Moreau

Something wasn’t right

Not that something was wrong, per se, but something was just… different

The lake didn’t smell like it normally did

It was lacking the normal amount of stank, in Sal’s opinion

It almost smelled… sweet??

He followed the smell

And promptly broke down crying

There you were, in his gross kitchen, wearing an apron that Donna made for you

Holding a fresh, wonderful, dozen doughnuts, all glazed and frosted

You just fuckin.. made this for him!?? What-

You turned around, looked at your doughnuts sadly, and asked, “are you allergic to gluten?”

After stopping the flow of tears, Sal explained that no, he wasn’t allergic to gluten, he was just surprised

How did you even make this? And why did you make them for him?

Turns out, you had been requesting specific baking supplies from the Duke, and you stealthily hid everything until you were ready to bake

“But- but why would you do something for me? I’m so.. gross! I don’t want your wonderful treats to go to waste!”

You set down the box, walked over to him, and gave him a lil smooch on the forehead

“I made them because I know you have a sweet tooth, and because I love you, Sal! Do you think I would spend all that lei on baking supplies for someone I hated?”

He tearfully smiled, sat down with you, and ate the best damn doughnuts he ever had

He had no idea how to express his sincere gratitude and surprise other than showering you in compliments

He loves you, so, so much

“Wait, love, how much did you spend on the supplies?”

Aaaaand the waterworks are staring again

Karl Heisenberg

What in the hell was getting the lycans so worked up?? In his fucking kitchen, no less

They normally kept their dumb noses is places where they were supposed to be

But in his kitchen? And this hyper?

He thinks the fuck not

Karl storms in there, hammer blazing and bashing any lycans that were in his way

“What the hell is going on in here? Scram! Go the fuck away! Leave before I turn you into a soldat! Oh, what?”

You were in the kitchen, swarmed by a horde of lycans that were acting like puppies, feeding them something

“Oh, hey Heis. Sorry, I couldn’t get them out.”

“Well what the fuck were they doing in here in the first place?”

“They smelled the cookie batter and came running.”

“The what?”

He was confused

Why were you making cookies? The last time Miranda had them at their “meetings” they tasted like ass

Why were you baking ass

After you explaining that cookies normally don’t taste like ass, you shoved one in his mouth

He was pissed

But then very happy (even thought he didn’t really show it)

You made these for him? Well, he’s happy he picked such a babe to be his partner for life

“Hey, thanks! I’m gonna show these to Miranda and tell her how bad hers were.”

He loves your cookies

And so do the lycans

Hope you like the baking headcanons! Sorry this took so long to post!

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ghost-n-butteredtoast · 3 months

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Dimitrescu Books

Chapter 42 <<Link

Doll Parts

Explicit: 18+ - only suitable for adults

Artist: snaileo >> check out their tumblr

“I know the truth,” Cassandra stated. “I’m your true favorite. Right, Mother?”

Spinning around, the matriarch rolled her eyes at her middle child’s question. “Draga, te favorez așa cum prefer zbura în vinul meu.” She grinned playfully at the brunette as she mouthed the words, trying to decipher her mother’s response.

Cassandra’s brows drew together as she whispered. “I favor you like…like I favor a fly in my wine?” She locked eyes with her mother and gasped. “Ești oribil!” Cassandra attempted to march past her mother but wound up in her arms instead, trying to fight her way out. (“You’re horrible!”)

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cherryxsapphic · 11 months

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Y/N: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Donna: Thank you

Y/N: I didn't say that was a good thing

Donna: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

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alxndryngs · 1 year

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Because I enjoy reading what you write: How do RE8 women and the reader spend a rainy day?

Immediately grabbed my laptop to write this once I read it. And thank you! I aim to please :)

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Alcina:

Once you had managed to drag Alcina away from work, she'd stay in bed with you the whole day.

She was stubborn at first, saying how a rainy day was the perfect opportunity to catch up on some paperwork for the next wine shipment.

"Well," You huffed, wrapping the fluffy robe you had on tighter around yourself. "Fine then, very well, Alcina."

Her head shot up so fast some might think she broke her neck in the process. You hadn't called her just Alcina in a very long time. It was always 'Alcina, darling.' or 'Cina, love'. The last time was when she had accidentally ripped one of your favourite blouses during a very passionate make-out session. Which then definitely didn't happen for quite some time.

"You have eternity to do stupid and boring paperwork. Who knows how many other rainy days we can spend together, hm? But that's fine. I will lay in bed by myself and fucking freeze to death because you're not there to warm me and end up dying because I got the flu! Its fine!"

Smiling brightly at your girlfriend, whose jaw was slack on the table beneath her, you turned and slammed your door on the way out.

Once in bed, you tucked yourself into the blanket while laying on Alcinas side of the bed, your face buried into her pillow so you could smell her. She had been occupied with work so much recently, coming to bed late and almost missing dinner or lunch.

Rainy days were your favourite to spend with her, she knew that.

The feeling of the mattress dipping grabbed your attention. Turning your head, you found a guilty looking girlfriend sitting next to you. Wearing a frown pout on her face, she slipped under the blanket with you. Of course, after she had taken off her dress.

Without anything being said, she pulled you against her while she scooted down so you could comfortably rest your head on her chest. With a small smile on your face, you nuzzled into her and inhaled her scent. Your leg slides over her thigh, resting in between and your arm wrapping around her waist as best as you could manage.

Alcina held you close, her own arm wrapping around you as she grabbed the book you were reading the night before off your nightstand. The title read 'Carol', and even though it seemed familiar, she couldnt put her finger on where she had heard about it before.

Your eyes practically closed by themselves once Alcina began reading to you, her soft voice mixing with the rain sounds from outside and the noises of the fire crackling from the fireplace.

Her fingers gently scratched your scalp as they tangle in your hair, your head laying over her heart as you listened to it thump away, the slow and steady rhythm mixed with all the other calming noises you were hearing slowly pulled you into wonderland.

Alcina kept reading until she was sure you were asleep. She sat up afterwards, leaning back and pulling you into her lap properly. Her cheek rested against the side of your head, her knees pulling up to trap you comfortably between her thighs and chest.

"I love you so much." She whispers, running her fingers through your soft hair.

Donna:

Donna had been working in the garden when the rain began to pour down on her.

You were sitting by the window, sewing up one of the dolls dresses that Angie had torn apart, while also keeping an eye on her in case she needed anything. Donna was a strong woman, you knew that. But you also liked to let her know that there was someone willing to assist and protect her.

Just when you were trying to finish up fixing the part underneath the arm where it had separated, Donna's Italian curses caught your attention. Looking up and outside, you saw that in a matter of seconds it had began pouring cats and dogs. Poor Donna was trying to shield herself and protect herself from the rain with her hands while running back towards the back entrance of the house.

Once she had gotten inside, she was greeted by you, a few dolls and a bunch of towels. She had already begun shivering when you and her loyal little friends dried her off with the few towels you grabbed from the laundry room.

"Got you pretty bad, huh?" You said, sighing and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Leaning into your shoulder, she nodded tiredly and sighed with you. Whenever Donna would get tired, wherever you were, she would lean into your shoulder and abuse the fact that you were taller than her.

"Could one of you sweethearts be so nice and pour Donna a cup of tea from the pot I brew earlier? It'll warm her right up."

Even though you said one, three of them ran off to get what you asked of. With a small chuckle, you watched them push each other through the hallway to get to the kitchen.

Leading Donna to the living room, you threw a match into the fireplace before helping her undress and sitting her down before it. Laying the wet clothes over the heater, you grabbed one of your blankets from the couch and wrapped Donna up in it to make sure she wouldnt get even colder.

Sitting behind your lover, she leaned her head back to rest it on your shoulder before tucking her face away into her neck. Nuzzling into you had been a thing she started to love doing not too long ago. Pressing a soft kiss to her head, you pushed her wet hair over her shoulder and began to braid it. Since it was wet now, she would have some beautiful waves once it was dry.

After the dolls brought you the cup of tea you asked for, you and Donna remained by the fire and let the rainstorm pass by whilst she hummed a few of her favourite piano pieces.

Little did she know you had started to practice it for her birthday next month.

Bela:

It was late in the afternoon when you had begun dusting off shelves in the opera hall, almost missing the eldest daughter sitting at a table close to the stage because of how still she was sitting.

Humming a small song to yourself, you listened to the rain outside while working your way from the outer part to the inner part of the room.

There wasn't much to do for you on days like these. Most of your chores were outside, so whenever it rained, you did the very few chores you had inside of the castle before retiring to bed and reading a bit in one of the books from the library.

"Mother always complains about the maiden not cleaning the top shelf," You jumped, startled at the sudden voice from the other side of the room. Turning around, you face Bela and give her a small smile.

"Miss Bela. Yes, I know. I always clean the top once I have finished everything else. It is quite strength consuming to get to the top." You said, smiling while approaching her. There was a chess game set up before her.

"Are your sisters or mother joining you for a game?"

Glancing over every other second, you began dusting a few of the vases standing by her. Bela shook her head.

"No, Liliana was supposed to."

The smile on your face disappeared. Liliana was a maid who had been talking to Bela quite a lot, most of the staff suspected something going on between those two.

"She just.. didnt show?"

Whilst she shook her head you saw how tears began welling in her eyes. She had been stood up.

"Oh I'm sorry.." Setting down everything you were holding, you took a seat opposite her and offered a smile. "I will play with you."

Her eyebrows furrowed while she wiped her eyes. "Mother could punish you. You're not supposed to be doing this."

You shrugged. "So be it. You were stood up and I'd be a dick to leave you here, sitting all by yourself. Now, who's got to start?"

She smiled when you pushed up your sleeves and took a closer look at the board. You and Bela remained playing quite a few times over the next few hours and you told her all kinds of stories about yourself. Going from where you grew up to the adventures you went on before the castle.

Bela was fascinated, asking every possible question she could think of.

She seemed so interested in your life experiences that you decided you would write a journal full of your adventure stories and give it to her on Christmas, or her birthday. Whatever was closer. Plus, you had to ask for Lady Dimitrescu's approval.

Cassandra:

Cassandra had begged you for the longest time to let her show you her collection of weapons in the armoury. Today, you decided was the perfect day to.

She was over the moon happy when you let her know during breakfast that you would join her up in the armoury in the afternoon since you still had some chores to finish before you could take time for her.

She was patiently waiting for you, sitting on a chair and staring at the door as she waited for your arrival.

Once she did see you coming through the old wooden door, she smiled and buzzed over to you before dragging you further in and showing you all kinds of weapons she had.

Everything from sickles, swords, bows, spears and even grenades.

When she was showing you her favourite one, telling you the story behind it, you couldn't help but stare at it with fear, especially after she told you how high the chances of it exploding was.

Her mother heard when she said it and ended up kicking you both out of the armoury and began to clear out everything that could put a human in serious danger. Like the grenade.

Cassandra was upset for the rest of the day, but you ended up managing to cheer her up a little bit with showing her your collection of sketchbooks. Of both you and strangers you met throughout your life.

Daniela:

You were just bringing Daniela the cookies she had asked for when you found her laying in her bed, reading a book and holding a stuffed animal in her arms.

"Miss Daniela, your cookies?"

Looking up at you, she smiled brightly and put her book face down in her lap so she won't loose the page.

"Thank you!" She said, taking the plate from you and placing it onto her nightstand. "What are you doing? I cant imagine there being many chores today. Most of yours are outside."

You shrugged, she was right. Most of your chores were around the vineyard and the kitchen.

"Nothing in particular, really. Just helping wherever help is needed." You said with a smile and were already going to leave before she stopped you.

"Sit with me? My sisters and mother are busy and I could use some company.. you like cookies, right? And romance?"

The hopefulness in her voice convinced you. You turned to her with a smile. "I do, yes."

She squealed in excitement while getting up, swarming around the room and some of her flies escaping the bunch and happily buzzing about.

Daniela grabbed a second blanket and stuffed animal for you, shoved you onto the bed and began to tuck you in before getting back into bed herself. Stuffing the stuffed animal bat into your arms, she grabbed her own and snuggled up close against you.

"Okay, Tell me whenever you're done reading both pages and then we'll flip them over. Alright?" You couldn't help but smile back at the one she gave you. She looked truly happy to have your company and someone to do this with.

While reading together, Dani buzzed with excitement. It was louder at first, but once the reading was going on for a while her flies eventually settled down.

You also had to pick up the crumbs underneath her chest from whenever she bit in a cookie since you refused to clean the whole bed by yourself later, especially since you only changed the sheets yesterday.

Miranda:

Miranda had taken you out on a date for your anniversary.

The both of you went to the opera a few villages away and watched a very nice piece together. Of course, she bought balcony seats for just the two of you to make sure you both could sit and enjoy it in silence.

Miranda made sure to keep an eye on you, looking for any signs of uncomfort or something that told her you weren't enjoying this.

You met Miranda a few years back and ever since, devoted yourself to her lifestyle and gave up your own. She felt terrible most days, whenever something slipped her and she asked you if you could help her carry something down in the lab. She never had asked you to help with what she was doing, she never wanted you to see the horrid things that happened in the depths of her little cave.

But whenever she did ask you to help carry something or bring her something she forgot, you did. You ignored the smell, the glasses filled with.. whatever it was and the blood covered cell.

You loved Miranda, but when you first stepped foot into the lab, you freaked out. Miranda tried to calm you down, assure you that everything she does down here is completely safe and that you would never have to see anything that went down here.

After she learned to trust you completely, she told you why she did it and you understood.

The carriage only got you so far towards Mirandas home since she wouldnt allow it through the gates. Whilst you and her began to walk the rest home, it began pouring down on you both. Before you could even do anything and tell her you both needed to go and stand under a tree and wait it out, a few of her wings rose above your head and shielded you from the rain.

Craning your head back, you looked at the black mass of feathers above you before back at your wife with a big smile.

She kept looking ahead, but when she saw how happy her little gesture made you, she couldn't help but smile with you.

Once inside, she made sure to dry you off herself and get you a fresh change of clothes before tucking you away into bed. She insisted that you would stay in bed for at least an hour or two to warm up properly and reduce the risks of getting a cold.

She was quick to join you, sitting behind you in bed and trying your hair off with a towel before wrapping you up in her arms and wings and holding you close.

"I love you so much, frumosa." She whispered a sigh following close after. She wasnt big on showing affection recently but today she decided to jump over her shadow. "I am so happy to have you.. I dont deserve you. I am so grateful for every day I get to spend with you. You are the best."

You and Miranda spent the rest of the day in bed, instead of just an hour. She ran her fingers through your hair while telling you stories of her days back in the lab in the research facility, with her friends and what kind of work she had been doing.

She also talked about your future with her. Her words almost brought tears to your eyes. She wanted to move away with you one day and start over. Maybe even have another child.

Whilst she spent time running her fingers through your hair, you caressed her feathers.

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fr3sh-tragedies · 1 year

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Muse

[Resident Evil: Village] Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Slight angst (i.e. Embarrassment, Abandonment Issues, Anxiety)

[A/N]: Thank you so much for all of the support on my previous two posts! This is the last short story I'll write for Donna for now, but only because I'm wanting to write for all three of the Dimitrescu sisters next. :P

Enjoy!

Donna stepped into the room, balancing a tray carrying two cups of tea as Angie bundled herself in the other arm. “Here’s your tea, [Y/N],” she mumbled softly as she lowered the tray far enough for her to reach the cup nearest to her. The girl smiled up at her, taking a cup with a small “thanks,” and sipping it slowly before gently placing it on the coffee table in front of her. She picked her pencil up from her lap and began sketching something in her sketchbook. Donna walked to the opposite side of the sofa and sat down, putting the tray down on the table and taking her own cup to drink from.

Angie wriggled out from her hold and made an attempt to run over to peek at [Y/N]’s drawing before Donna caught hold of her and tugged her back into her lap. “Angie, behave,” she warned quietly. The small doll glared up at her and huffed. “But she never shows us her drawings!” She spun back around and crossed her arms, sneering at [Y/N]. “Do you suck at art or something?” Donna sighed and tugged her closer to her chest. “Angie–” Soft laughter cut her off, and she turned to find [Y/N] giggling.

“It’s okay, Donna. My younger cousin used to act this way all the time. Angie, to answer your question: I don’t think I’m great at art, but I’m sure I don’t suck at it. I’ve been doodling and sketching ever since I could hold a pen. I’ve had a lot of practice. Although…” She trailed off, picking at one of the corners of the paper she had been drawing on. Feeling expectant eyes still on her, she looked back up. “Although what?” “Well, after all of the experiments started to go wrong in the Village, and all the Lycans started showing up, I was too busy trying to survive to keep drawing. I didn’t sketch or paint anything for over three years until I came here.” Donna’s head tilted. “What inspired you to start drawing again?” At that, [Y/N]’s face went red. She swallowed the lump in her throat before a nervous laugh slipped through her lips. “Oh, well–”

Donna’s hands flew up in defense, waving them dismissively as a concerned expression crossed her features. “Oh, you don’t have to tell us if it’s private! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” [Y/N] smiled at her weakly. “Thank you. I just found a reason to keep working once I realized I’m safe here,” she responded fondly as she motioned towards the room they were in.

A shocked but relieved look took over Donna’s face. She couldn’t help but smile. “I’m…I’m glad you feel safe in our home.” They beamed at each other, neither one saying anything as they stared. Angie, wanting to be the center of attention, reached her left arm up and grabbed a loose strand of Donna’s hair, tugging it hard. Donna hissed in slight pain and flickered her gaze down to the wooden doll on her lap. “Angie, stop it,” she scolded. “Why? The two of you are making me sick with this cheesy romance shit!” At those words, both Donna and [Y/N]’s faces went beet red, and they averted their gaze from each other. “A-Angie, don’t say such embarrassing things. And watch your language,” the doll-maker whispered.

Angie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms once more. “Whatever. [Y/N], can I have a piece of paper?” [Y/N], confused, flipped to a blank sheet and carefully tore it out. “Uh, sure. What for?” “I want to draw something so you can see a real artist’s work.” As [Y/N] handed her the sheet, she and Donna couldn’t help but chuckle at Angie as she snatched it from her hand and climbed off of the sofa to sit at the coffee table. She made the motion of snapping before reaching her arm back expectantly. “I need something to draw with.” Donna sighed and stood up, but [Y/N] was quick to stop her. “No, it’s okay. I can grab something for her. I need to use the restroom anyway.”

Donna nodded and sat back down, watching as [Y/N] placed her sketchbook down on the table before heading out of the den and down the hall to the nearest restroom. She sighed softly, turning to look down at Angie before her gaze trailed over to the sketchbook nearby, which she hadn’t realized had been left open. Her body froze as she studied the drawing–silently hoping Angie hadn’t noticed it. Before she could, Donna reached over and picked up the small book, bringing it closer to herself to shield it from the doll’s eyes, though she couldn’t tear her own away from it. It wasn’t finished by any means, but it was obvious that the drawing was of herself. It was almost an exact copy of her portrait hanging in the front room above the stairs.

She gulped, flipping back to the previous page.

Another drawing of her. It was a page full of quick studies of Donna, each one carrying a different expression and tone. One was her with a concentrated look on her face–likely one she was wearing while making dinner for the two of them, or clothes for a doll she had been working on recently. Another was of her tilting her head with a curious gaze, reminding her of when [Y/N] told a joke a few days prior that took her far too long to understand. And the third was a closer image of her laughing. Her face reddened. She brought one hand forward to swat at Angie, who had barely turned to her. “Angie, go stand by the doorway. Let me know when [Y/N] is coming back,” she instructed hurriedly.

“What? Why?” “Please just go.” Angie groaned, but she still trotted over to the doorway and peeked out around the frame. Her words fell upon deaf ears as Donna began flipping further back in the sketchbook. Each page was a drawing of her–some simple doodles, whereas others were fully complete pieces.

On the blank sides of most of the sketches–the ones that weren’t finished–there were little notes that either criticized something [Y/N] thought she could do better on, or short notes on what she might like to add if she came back to finish them. Her heart hammered in her chest. Was she [Y/N]’s inspiration? Is that why she seemed so reluctant to share her muse? How could this kind, beautiful girl she had welcomed into her home mere months ago possibly find her inspirational? Too invested in flipping through the pages, Donna failed to notice that Angie was silently screaming at her from across the room to warn her that [Y/N] was coming. It wasn’t until the doll tugged at her sleeve that she snapped out of it and looked up. She froze as [Y/N] stood there in the doorway, horrified, as tears brimmed her eyes.

“[Y/N],” she said faintly as she stood. “I-I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want me to see your drawings. I just–I saw…you left the book open on the table, and I saw the drawing you had made of me. I just got too curious. I’m so sorry.” She stepped forward cautiously, watching with a grimace as the girl stepped away from her. “No, I’m sorry,” [Y/N] said as she spun on her heel and headed upstairs towards her room. Donna followed quickly after her, picking Angie up on the way and carrying her so she wouldn’t struggle to get up the steps. She barely managed to slip her foot through the crack of the door of [Y/N]’s bedroom before it closed. Placing Angie down, she pushed the door open and closed it behind her once she made it inside.

“[Y/N], please–please don’t leave me. I’m sorry. I promise you I won’t look at your work again without your permission. Please don’t leave.” She clasped her hands together anxiously, her body trembling. She stilled, however, when she noticed [Y/N]’s shoulders rising and falling as she heaved. Donna stepped forward and hesitantly placed her hand on the girl’s arm. “[Y/N]? What’s wrong?” The weeping girl sighed and wiped furiously at her eyes to dry them before turning to the doll-maker. “You weren’t supposed to see those, Donna,” she spoke through a choked sob. Donna’s gaze lowered to the floor, awaiting any yelling or harsh words. “I know. I knew that, yet I still looked through them anyway.”

They stood in silence for a moment, neither one of them sure how to break the tension that weighed heavily upon them. Finally, after building a small amount of courage, Donna picked at her nails as she asked the question that was burning in the back of her mind. “Why have you been drawing me?” She asked it in a way that didn’t come off as judgemental, but rather genuinely confused. [Y/N] shifted her weight on her feet uncomfortably, trying to think of the best way to phrase it. At length, she sighed.

“Because you’re my muse, Donna. You have been ever since you brought me into your home.” Donna’s head perked up at the confession, her face reddening. “I’m…I’m your muse?” [Y/N] smiled tiredly, a gentle chuckle slipping past her lips. “Yeah, you are. You’ve always been so kind to me, even when you didn’t have to be–even when I didn’t deserve it. You make sure I’m always well taken care of, but it’s not just physically. You make sure to give me small gifts and make the food I enjoy so I feel happy and welcomed and seen. You even remember the small things about what I like and what I don’t like. It’s been so long since someone has been so kind to me.

“I started drawing your portrait after being here for about a month because I knew you weren’t comfortable with taking off your veil at the time. And when you finally showed me your face, I just…well, I couldn’t believe someone so stunning would be so kind to someone like me. Back where I used to live, the girls I grew up around would always focus on their image–which meant they’d pick on other girls who didn’t match their standards to make them feel better about themselves. I was one of the girls they picked on all the time. But you never treated me that way, and I’ll always be grateful for that. Once I realized I was safe here, my motivation and inspiration flourished for the first time in years.”

Donna was at a loss for words. She really found her to be that great of a person? Would this be the right time to express that she felt the same way? She wasn’t sure, but she knew she needed to say something. She wracked her mind for the right words, but nothing came to her. [Y/N] frowned and eventually sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. If I’ve made you uncomfortable I can–” She stepped past Donna to leave the room, but the doll-maker slid over to stand in her way. “No, please don’t leave. I promise I’m not trying to judge you for anything. I just truly don’t know how to respond to what you’ve said. I’ve never had anyone think so highly of me before.”

[Y/N] seemed surprised at her words. “Really?” She asked in disbelief. Donna nodded, tucking her arms behind her back so she could fidget with her sleeves. “B-But I want to assure you that I don’t find the drawings strange. I’m…I actually feel honored that you find me worthy of drawing. You found a way to make me seem beautiful.” [Y/N] fully turned her body to her. “Well, it’s not hard when you’re already beautiful. I just have to capture the subject correctly. If you find the drawings I’ve made of you beautiful, then I’ve succeeded in the accuracy.” Donna’s face grew flustered again, but they smiled at each other, the tension finally lifting.

After a while of silence, [Y/N] cleared her throat and rubbed her arm. “If you really don’t mind me drawing you, could I possibly…draw you again? Sort of like how you sat to have your portrait painted?” Before Donna could respond, the doorknob rattled aggressively as Angie desperately tried to barge into the room. They jumped at the motion before [Y/N] stepped closer to open the door. Angie stumbled inside and tugged at her shirt. “Donna, say yes! I wanna be in the portrait too so I can see how I look in her style!”

[Y/N] giggled and picked the doll up, letting her rest in the crook of her left arm as she glanced back up at Donna. “Seems like we’ve got one vote for yes. Which one are you voting for?” Donna smiled warmly at the two. She stepped towards them. “If it’s you who’ll be drawing us, then I have no problem with it.” “As long as you let us see it,” Angie added. Donna rolled her eye with a smirk as [Y/N] laughed. “She doesn’t have to share it if she isn’t comfortable.” [Y/N] readjusted Angie’s veil as she spoke. “Actually, I don’t think I’ll mind showing the result, even if I’m not particularly proud of it. You’ve already seen my other portraits, so I suppose it would be nice to show you the progress of this one myself.” Donna winced, but [Y/N] was quick to reassure her. “No worries, I’m not upset. I was just afraid to show you in case you found it creepy.”

“I could never find something like that creepy. I’m happy you find me worthy to draw.” “Well, like I said: you’re my muse. Always have been, and always will be.” They smiled at each other, allowing Angie to wriggle out from [Y/N]’s hold and land on the floor while they were distracted. She gripped the girl’s sleeve and tugged her towards the door. “Well, c’mon then! We need to find the right outfits and setting! I don’t want to keep waiting around–that’s boring.” [Y/N] turned back to glance at Donna, who laughed. “You two find a good place to set up. I suppose I should find something else to wear.” [Y/N] smiled at her, quickly yelping and turning to follow Angie down the hall.

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