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much2leite · 2 months
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This is easily one of my favourite artworks of Donna and Angie.
Donna's eye. Donna hiding half of her face with Angie. Her hands and nails. Her dark hair. Her expression.
I can go on and on 🫠
Ufff this woman
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rosestarlightkatarina · 4 months
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lucidmagic · 3 months
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Donna: *mumbling to herself in Italian, because things aren't just going her way.*
Reader: *jokingly* "Ohhhh looks like someone is upsetti spaghetti today."
Donna: *Kill Bill sirens in her head* *ITALIAN INTENSIFIES*
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ilovedonnabeneviento · 10 months
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Istg she ain't be paying attention to shit but we love her anyway
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ctitan98official · 2 months
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Donna’s still learning how to text
Donna and Y/N: *Having a romantic dinner*
Y/N: Babe, do you know when I first fell in love with you?
Donna: *Giggling bashfully* No, tesoro. Was it when you first saw me?
Y/N: Nah. It was when I texted you that Mother Miranda had fallen down the stairs and you replied “LOL”.
Donna: *Blushing* I already told you, Y/N! I thought it stood for “Lots of love”!
Y/N: *Snorts* Either way, I need a woman who can make me laugh, babe. *Grins*
Donna: *Glares at them* Y/N…
Y/N: *Cracking up* Okay, okay, sorry.
Donna and Y/N: *Both look down at their plates and eat silently for a few moments*
Y/N: Be honest, though. Once you found out it meant “Laugh out loud” Would you still have sent the text?
Donna: …
Donna: Yes 😌
Y/N: You’re perfect for me.
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shortstrawberry · 3 months
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In some alternate universe, Donna and Bela decide to join hands, kick the ass Outta Miranda and decide to share you.
Yep, here is some BelaDonna headcannons, where they've decided to share you between themselves.
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To the surprise of no one, Donna didn't like the idea of sharing you. Bela was somewhat more receptive, as her protective streak has always ran higher then her possessive streak, compared to Donna where it's the complete opposite.
However, Donna does unconditionally love you, and recognises this is the best way to not only beat Miranda and her cult, but also to make you happy. You did love both of them afterall.
Surprisingly enough, this polyamrous set up didn't cause as much friction as Bela and Donna anticipated. You spent the morning and afternoon with Donna, the evenings with Bela. The night, you get to yourself.
Eventually, this neat schedule started to merge. You, Donna and Bela started to have lunches together. Donna would make you both Italian food which even Bela had to praise. Then you would spend the rest of the afternoon working in Donna's flower shop, as Donna spent time in the nursery. Bela meanwhile took residence in a small table and chair Donna and you had set up for her, doing her council work.
Bela soon started to bring breakfast for you and Donna. While you and Donna set the shop up, Bela would come in with piping hot coffee and croissants. You three would sit around the small reception desk, talking about plans of day. Donna would keep her hand on your thigh, while Bela would play with your hair.
You three knew it was soon on the horizon, that the nights would merge as well. One some nights, Bela would invite you both to her dorm. But on most nights, you three would be in Donna's humble cottage. There, in the privacy given by the seculded forest cottage, you three can slowly explore this tentative forming relationship.
Donna and Bela over the time have developed a sense of camaraderie with each other. They both don't love each other romantically, probably never could. They love you too much. But they now trust each other.
Donna braids your hair in the morning as Bela packs your lunch. Bela scrubs your back during bathtime while Donna scrubs your hair. You sleep in the middle, donna and bela curling around you like a safety cocoon.
There are still grumblings about sexual intimacy, and you have to work hard to keep both ladies satisfied. Maybe with time, you three can share that together as well.
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horeformilfs · 4 months
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Mine
Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader
TW: Possessiveness
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The horse-drawn carriage clattered along the worn cobblestone streets, its rhythmic noise only interrupted by the distant cawing of crows. Donna Beneviento sat gracefully beside y/n, her mourning veil casting a shadow over her face. 
"Cara mia," Donna's soft voice broke the silence, her gloved hand reaching for y/n's. "I appreciate you accompanying me to this meeting. It's crucial, and your presence comforts me."
Y/n smiled, her nerves still palpable despite Donna's reassuring touch. "Of course, Donna. I'll be by your side."
The carriage rolled to a stop near the abandoned church, the air thick with an eerie quiet that surrounded the ominous structure. Donna and y/n stepped out, the dark fabric of their dresses swaying gently with each movement.
Inside, the other lords, including Heisenberg, Moreau, and Dimitrescu, awaited Mother Miranda's arrival. The atmosphere was charged with a tension that matched the storm brewing outside.
Donna's hand never left y/n's as they entered the dimly lit chamber. Mother Miranda, cloaked in shadows, addressed the lords. The urgency in her voice echoed through the ancient walls, discussing matters that seemed both cryptic and dire.
The dimly lit chamber echoed with the sound of heels clicking against the cold stone floor as Moreau and Heisenberg departed, leaving Donna, y/n, Mother Miranda, and Lady Dimitrescu in the room. The air hung heavy with the remnants of the intense meeting.
Lady Dimitrescu's towering presence turned towards y/n, a glint of curiosity in her cold, calculating eyes. "And who is this lovely creature, Donna?" she inquired, a hint of amusement playing on her lips.
Donna smiled, introducing y/n, "This is y/n, my dear companion and confidante. She has been working alongside me for a year now."
Lady Dimitrescu's gaze lingered on y/n, her interest palpable. "A year, you say? You must be quite skilled to have captured Donna's attention for so long."
Y/n blushed under the scrutiny but managed a polite nod. "Thank you, Lady Dimitrescu. It's an honor to serve Lady Beneviento."
Meanwhile, Mother Miranda beckoned Donna aside, a serious expression on her face. "Donna, I need to discuss something with you privately," she said, leading Donna away from the group.
As Mother Miranda and Donna engaged in a hushed conversation, Lady Dimitrescu seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation with y/n. "So, y/n, working with Donna must be quite an experience. Tell me, do you enjoy your time in her service?"
Y/n nodded, offering a genuine smile. "Yes, Lady Dimitrescu. Lady Beneviento is a kind and caring employer. I'm grateful for the opportunity to work with her and Angie."
Lady Dimitrescu chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And has she been treating you well, my dear?"
Y/n laughed nervously, caught off guard by Lady Dimitrescu's directness. "Yes, she's been wonderful."
Alcina leaned in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "I'm sure a person like you has many talents. Perhaps we could get to know each other better."
Y/n blushed again, flustered by the unexpected attention. "I-I appreciate the offer, Lady Dimitrescu."
Alcina continued her playful banter, making y/n laugh with her witty remarks. The atmosphere lightened, and the tension from the earlier meeting seemed to dissipate.
When Donna and Mother Miranda returned, Donna's eyes caught sight of y/n and Lady Dimitrescu sharing a laugh. Something stirred within her, a possessive twinge that she couldn't quite ignore. However, she pushed it away, maintaining her composed facade.
Mother Miranda broke the momentary silence, "Donna, I have a proposition for you and y/n. Lady Dimitrescu has graciously invited you both to her castle for dinner. I trust you'll accept."
Donna hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between y/n and Lady Dimitrescu. Finally, she nodded, "We accept your invitation, Mother Miranda."
The carriage rattled along the winding path leading to Castle Dimitrescu, the moon casting an ethereal glow on the landscape. Donna Beneviento and y/n were seated inside, the quiet moments interrupted only by the occasional creaking of the carriage.
Donna's gaze lingered on y/n, a mixture of curiosity and something deeper in her eyes. "Tell me, cara mia, what did Lady Dimitrescu discuss with you?" Donna inquired, her tone gentle but betraying a hint of intensity.
Y/n smiled, recalling the conversation with Alcina. "She was just asking about my time working with you and made some playful remarks. She seems like a sweet person, Donna."
Donna's possessive instincts flared again, but she maintained her composure. "I see," she replied, her voice measured. "Just remember, cara mia, you are mine."
Y/n chuckled, oblivious to the undercurrents of possessiveness in Donna's words. "Of course, Donna. I'm all yours."
The carriage rolled to a stop at the imposing entrance of Castle Dimitrescu. As they stepped out, a maid greeted them, leading them through the grand halls to a sitting room where Mother Miranda, Alcina Dimitrescu, and Alcina's daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, awaited.
The daughters, upon spotting Donna, rushed forward with excitement. "Aunt Donna!" they exclaimed, their voices filled with joy.
Donna smiled warmly, embracing each of them. "Hello, my darlings. How have you been?"
As the daughters chattered animatedly, their attention turned to y/n, who stood beside Donna. The air buzzed with anticipation as they questioned Donna about the newcomer.
"Donna, who is this?" Bela inquired, eyeing y/n with curiosity.
Donna's possessive instinct surged once more, but she quelled it, introducing y/n with a smile. "This is y/n, my girlfriend."
The daughters exchanged excited glances, and Daniela couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Aunt Donna has a girlfriend! That's so cool!"
Cassandra and Bela chimed in, showering y/n with compliments. "You're so pretty!" Bela exclaimed.
Y/n blushed, grateful for the warm welcome. "Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet all of you."
As the evening unfolded, the tension from earlier seemed to fade away. Donna, y/n, and the Dimitrescu family shared laughter, stories, and the promise of a night filled with unforeseen twists and turns in the corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.
As the anticipation for dinner grew in the lavish sitting room of Castle Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda took the opportunity to engage y/n in conversation. Donna, engrossed in catching up with her nieces, was momentarily occupied, allowing for Miranda to approach y/n.
"Y/n, isn't it? I must say, you're quite a vision," Miranda remarked with a warm smile, her eyes appraising y/n.
Y/n blushed, returning the compliment, "Thank you, Mother Miranda. The castle is just as beautiful as you said."
Before their conversation could deepen, Alcina Dimitrescu, with her commanding presence, joined the exchange. "Miranda, you're keeping the charming company to yourself," she teased, her eyes locking onto y/n.
Miranda chuckled, "Indeed, Alcina. Y/n here has been sharing delightful stories about her time with Donna."
Alcina raised an eyebrow, casting a sly glance at y/n. "I hope Donna's treating you well. If not, you can always seek refuge in my castle."
Y/n laughed nervously, caught in the playful banter between the two powerful women. "Donna is wonderful, Lady Dimitrescu. I'm very lucky."
As the banter continued, Donna, sensing the magnetic pull between Miranda, Alcina, and y/n, found it challenging to extract herself from her nieces. The trio of sisters bombarded her with stories, inquiries, and excited chatter, making it impossible for her to join the conversation with the other ladies.
After a while, a maid entered the sitting room, announcing that dinner was ready. The group made their way to the grand dining hall, where a long table was elegantly set for the occasion. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on the opulent surroundings.
As they took their seats, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of anticipation and unspoken dynamics. Donna, though distracted by her nieces, couldn't help but notice the subtle exchanges and flirtations unfolding between y/n, Mother Miranda, and Lady Dimitrescu.
The grand dining hall at Castle Dimitrescu was adorned with ornate decorations, the lingering scent of the sumptuous meal still in the air. As the group moved to the expansive library, a warm glow from the fireplace filled the room, casting dancing shadows on the richly paneled walls.
Donna and y/n found a comfortable loveseat, the flickering firelight creating a cozy ambiance. Across from them, the three sisters eagerly settled on the couch, while Mother Miranda and Lady Dimitrescu took chairs on either side.
As they continued their conversations, the trio of sisters bombarded y/n with questions, their curiosity shining in their eyes. "How did you meet Aunt Donna?" Cassandra asked.
Y/n smiled, recalling the beginnings of her connection with Donna. "I've always been fascinated by doll making, and that passion led me to Donna. We crossed paths, and from working together, our relationship grew."
Bela leaned forward, her eyes wide with interest. "And what do you do, y/n?"
"I assist Lady Beneviento in her craft, helping with the intricate details of doll making. It's a fulfilling and creative endeavor," y/n explained.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Miranda and Alcina continued their playful banter, the air thick with a charged energy. "Alcina, you truly know how to make an evening more interesting," Miranda teased, her eyes lingering on the tall, charismatic lady.
Alcina smirked, replying, "I aim to please, Miranda. It seems our guest is quite taken with the charm of Castle Dimitrescu."
Back on the loveseat, the conversation took a more intimate turn. Alcina and Miranda delved into deeper, personal inquiries, making y/n blush and shift nervously in her seat.
Feeling the tension, y/n gently rested her head on Donna's shoulder, seeking comfort in the familiar warmth. Donna, sensing y/n's nervousness, intertwined her fingers with y/n's, the rings adorning her hand glinting in the firelight.
Alcina, ever observant, couldn't resist a teasing comment. "It seems our dear Donna has quite the treasure in you, y/n. Tell us, what captivates you about her?"
Y/n blushed, glancing at Donna with affection. "Donna is kind, creative, and caring. Her passion for her craft and the love she puts into everything she does are truly inspiring."
The library buzzed with a mixture of laughter, flirtation, and the flickering flames in the fireplace. In the midst of the atmosphere, Donna and y/n found solace in each other's presence, navigating the complexities of the evening at Castle Dimitrescu.
As the three sisters bid their farewells, expressing their excitement for a nocturnal hunt, the room was left with only Donna, y/n, Miranda, and Alcina. The library, once alive with laughter and chatter, fell into a heavy silence.
The conversation took a sudden turn, the atmosphere growing tense. Donna, who had maintained her composure throughout the evening, finally reached her breaking point. In an abrupt motion, she grabbed y/n's arm, pulling her out of the room and into another vacant chamber.
The door slammed shut behind them, and y/n, confused and concerned, looked at Donna. "Donna, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft.
Donna, who had discarded her mourning veil back in the library, remained silent, her eyes intense. In a swift movement, she pushed y/n against the door, her lips claiming y/n's in a possessive and demanding kiss. Y/n gasped, caught off guard by the sudden shift in Donna's demeanor.
When Donna finally pulled away, y/n felt slightly dizzy, her hand instinctively reaching for Donna's for support. Donna's eyes bore into y/n's, filled with a mix of emotions. "You're mine," Donna whispered, her voice low and possessive.
Y/n, still trying to process the sudden intensity, asked, "Donna, where is all this coming from?"
Donna took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "I could hear them, Miranda and Alcina, flirting with you the whole night. I couldn't stand it. You are mine, y/n, and I won't let anyone else lay claim to you."
Y/n, feeling a mix of surprise and a strange thrill, tried to reassure Donna. "Donna, it was just playful banter. You know I'm yours."
But Donna's possessive side had been awakened, and she wasn't ready to let it go. "No, y/n. I need you to understand. You belong to me, and I won't tolerate anyone trying to take you away."
The room, now charged with an intense energy, held the two women entwined in a complex dance of desire and possessiveness. As they stood there, Donna's firm grip on y/n spoke louder than any words could convey, a silent declaration of her claim over the one she held dear.
The library door creaked open, and Donna and y/n re-entered the room, the air still charged with the tension from their encounter. Alcina, ever perceptive, raised an eyebrow at the change in atmosphere. "Well, that was quite the exit. What happened?" she inquired, her eyes flickering between Donna and y/n.
Donna, attempting to downplay the intensity of their private moment, forced a smile. "Oh, nothing much. Just needed a bit of fresh air, that's all."
Miranda, ever the observant one, wasn't easily fooled. "Fresh air, you say? You seem a bit more flushed than usual, Donna."
Alcina leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Did something happen between you two?"
Donna hesitated, exchanging a quick glance with y/n. "It's really nothing, just a momentary lapse. Let's head to the main hall."
The four of them made their way to the grand hall, where the towering entrance welcomed them. As they prepared to bid their farewells, Miranda hugged y/n warmly, expressing gratitude for the delightful evening. Alcina, not one to be outdone, leaned in and planted a playful kiss on y/n's cheek.
Donna, who had endured enough, pulled y/n into her arms protectively. "That's enough. We appreciate the evening, but personal boundaries should be respected."
Miranda, surprised by Donna's sudden assertiveness, raised an eyebrow. "Donna, we were just having a bit of fun."
Donna's eyes narrowed, her grip on y/n tightening. "Fun or not, it ends here. Y/n is mine, and I won't tolerate any more interference."
Alcina smirked, enjoying the drama unfolding. "Well, Donna, possessive suits you. But, we were just playing, no harm intended."
Donna, unyielding, stood her ground. "I appreciate your company, but our personal lives are not up for amusement. Good night, Miranda, Alcina."
With that, Donna led y/n away from the grand hall, leaving Miranda and Alcina to exchange glances.
The horse-drawn carriage ambled along the dimly lit road, the rhythmic clatter of hooves providing a soothing soundtrack to the night. Inside, the atmosphere was a mix of tension and quiet. Donna, having removed her mourning veil, set it on the seat across from them, the moonlight revealing the soft features of her face.
In an attempt to break the lingering tension, Donna began, "Y/n, I want to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to—"
But y/n gently interrupted, placing a finger on Donna's lips. "Don't apologize, Donna. It was... intriguing to see that side of you."
Donna, surprised, raised an eyebrow. "Intriguing?"
Y/n smirked, leaning in closer. "Yes, I never knew you had a possessive streak. It's quite attractive."
Donna chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a newfound confidence. She pulled y/n into her lap, causing a surprised squeal to escape y/n's lips. Donna laughed softly, relishing the playful moment.
As y/n cupped Donna's face, looking down at her with a smile, Donna couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through her. She leaned in, capturing y/n's lips in a gentle kiss. When they finally pulled away, Donna held y/n close, the moonlight casting a soft glow on their entwined figures.
"You're mine, y/n," Donna whispered, her voice a mix of possessiveness and tenderness.
Y/n nestled into Donna's arms, feeling the steady beat of Donna's heart. "And you're mine, Donna. I wouldn't have it any other way."
As the carriage continued its journey through the night, the air that had surrounded them earlier now transformed into an intimate embrace between Donna and y/n, weaving a silent promise of connection and belonging as they rode back to Donna's estate.
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ladybathoryy · 3 months
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Donna but Beneviento
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Donna but Gothic
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Donna but "The ring"
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Donna but finally made Angie shut up
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Donna but Cooler
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Donna but Among us
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Donna but suddenly everybody names is Elena.
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delusionalife · 8 days
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Past and Jealousy
[Resident Evil: Village]
Donna Beneviento x Female reader
Word count: 1.127
tw: jealous Donna
ps: first of all, it’s my first time writing a fanfic in another language that isn’t my native one, sorry for any mistake or if it ended up being bad because of this, I’ll try my best :’) It’s also my first time writing a fanfic about re8 characters, I hope y’all enjoy it :))
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It was always a great thing to spend time with the Dimitrescu family. You were still getting used to how Donna could be a little less shy in front of someone else than you. In the beginning, it made you feel a twinge of jealousy, maybe a bit selfish, but then your racional thoughts made you realize that this was a great for Donna, so you were happy about it. The woman only could be herself in front of a few people, speaking a little more and showing her beautiful face. Besides that, the Dimitrescu family was part of Donna’s family too, they were even closer than any other member of that weird cult, so there was no sense in being jealous about them.
You were talking with Bela and Daniela about a lot of things. Since your first meeting with the other family, Daniela was the first to start a chat with you, being super cheerful as she should. Then, Bela ended up approaching, and you noticed how the three sisters could be so similar yet different at the same time. You hadn’t had the chance to talk to Cassandra yet; she seemed more serious, making it challenging to include her in the conversation.
“That’s so nice! I didn’t imagine you were such an explorer!” Bela said, smiling in excitement.
“Actually, people end up including me in trouble and I have to find a way to get away” you said with a laugh, preparing your next cup of tea.
“Have you ever dated?” Daniela said with a mischievous smile, and by some coincidence (or not), Cassandra and Angie arrived just in time to hear the question.
You froze for a few seconds. That was the type of question you didn’t expect to answer, even more in front of Angie, the doll who would gossip about it to everyone who passes by… Including Donna.
“I bet she dated and doesn’t want to say“ Cassandra’s voice, which you weren’t used to hearing, woke you up from the frozen moment.
“Cassandra! Leave her alone, she probably doesn’t feel comfortable talking about th…” Bela tried to change the situation, but a high-pitched voice interrupted her.
“She dated! She dated! Donna is gonna love to know that!”
That stupid, sometimes entertaining, doll.
“Oh…” the sisters gasped in unison.
You don’t know what will happen when you find Donna. Your relationship with her was still recent, you noticed how insecure and jealous she can be, but for now, you only witnessed small doses of jealousy.
Well, you couldn’t stop the doll from running out of the living room, and even if you tried to say the truth to it, she seemed determined to stir up a bit of trouble.
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It was already night. After the Dimitrescu women left, you couldn’t find Donna. At first, you thought she was probably busy organizing things she had discussed with Lady D. However, as a few hours passed without even a sight of Angie around, you decided to go look for her.
You had to admit, that house could be very cozy at the times, but in other, it could seem disturbing. There wasn’t any indication of your lover in the first or second floor, you had to encourage yourself to go to the underground, where it could be even worst in terms of dread. Happily (or not), when the lift reached the desired floor, you started to hear a harmonious melody, which you could recognize that were Italian classical pieces. You followed the sound until you got to the library/office.
“There you are” you leaned against doorway, analyzing Donna. “I waited for you the whole evening. I missed you, love”.
Donna didn’t say a word. She was wearing her veil, which was becoming rare when it was only the two of you in the house. You noticed she was holding a book, pretending to be focused on reading when the only thing she was doing was to nervously folding and unfolding the paper’s corner.
“Where’s Angie?” you asked when you noticed the absense of the doll.
“With the other dolls” Donna replied.
Strange.
The woman liked all of her dolls, but she and Angie were practically inseparable. Then, you recovered what happened earlier.
It was it. Of course it was!
You had to clarify this situation as soon as possible.
You walked up to Donna, gently taking the book from her hands and replacing the space with your own body. Fortunately, she maintained her distance, keeping herself close to you.
“Donna, I don’t know what Angie told you, but I can imagine, and I want you to know that it isn’t true”.
It was hard to identify the expressions the woman was likely making under that veil, but you didn’t want to be invasive and pull it off her face. You had to wait for her to show any sign of comfort before doing that. Anyway, knowing Donna, she was probably with a serious face, maybe a frown and a shooting look.
The silence persisted in the room until you spoke something again:
“I liked someone before, when I was still a teenager living in that village. It was something simple, just a little crush and she…”
“Is she alive?” The Italian interrupted you with a question that almost made you laugh.
What a jealous woman! If somebody had told you that Donna Beneviento was this jealous, you’d never believe it.
“I don’t know. Her family tried to, you know, leave here, and then I never saw her again”. You didn’t go very deeply into that topic. You were aware of the horrible things that happened and still happen in this place, even Donna was part of that. But what could you do? You had already accepted this life, you were born into this reality. Fortunately, you were safe and becoming one of the most important people to one of the Lords.
The silence returned. If you had to guess, Donna seemed to be a little less tense, even though she was still brooding over this point.
“How I was saying, it was years ago and was something superficial. It’s nothing similar to how I feel now…” too late, you had already said that. “… with you”.
Until that moment, it wasn’t really common for you and her to talk about feelings. Things were still in development, and this type of conversation happened a few times, but not in this intensity.
“And what do you feel about me?”, sooner or later, this situation would happen.
Feeling the need to look directly at her, you gently removed the veil. Donna didn’t stop you, and as you had guessed, she still seemed tense, but more interested on hearing your answer to her question. Using the tip of your fingers, you softly traced her face, caressing her cheeks.
“Donna, I’m not sure how to put this feeling into words, but I believe you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, in many ways. The best part of my day is when I’m by your side, even if it’s just to share your presence” you had to take a minute to breathe, preparing yourself for what you were about to say. “I’m falling for you, Donna”, you confessed, “harder than I could ever imagine”.
You were afraid of making the situation even more complicated, but the outcome was the opposite. Donna’s expression softened, and a shy smile graced her lips, mirroring your own.
“So I’m the person who had the privilege of earning your love, cara mia?” Beneviento placed one of her hands — the ones you had a terrible crush on — on your waist, while the other gently caressed your hair.
“How could you not?” It was as simple as that, as if the two of you hadn’t even discussed your past a few minutes ago. “I like everything about you, even though you’re one of the most jealous women I’ve ever known!”
“Do you know other women?” Donna said in a serious tone, but all you could do was laugh.
“See! And I’ve just confessed I’m in love with you!” You tried to hold your laugh, taking that moment to softly kiss her lips.
You were relieved that everything seemed to be back to normal, enjoying moments together with Donna without the tension that had lingered before. However, the only thing that was living in your mind was the fact that Donna hadn’t say anything about being reciprocating the feelings you had confessed.
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cessairjinx · 3 months
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The Doll Maker - Donna Beneviento
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alcinas-big-ass-simp · 10 months
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~ Donna Beneviento with a haunted doll Reader ~
Note: back to being crackhead dhhdhdhh— I have the weirdest ideas in the world but I just thought How would Donna react and be around a haunted doll reader?
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• She found you in the least expected place that someone would expect to find a (haunted) doll, in the damn waterfall—
• Donna was going out today to sit near the waterfall near her house since she finally convinced herself to at least go outside for a little bit but that was until she saw you! Your lifeless battered and cracked porcelain doll body floating in the waterfall, shit! it scared the living daylights out of her when she first saw you like that
• But then she quickly composed herself and walked over to you, she didn't mind if she got herself a little wet to get you! She just found it weird that someone would leave a perfect doll out in the middle of the woods and especially in a waterfall! She just had to get you out of there and bring you back to her home
• Once she brought you back to her house, she began fixing your little cracks, polishing up your porcelain skin and getting new clothes for you that match your aesthetic in her opinion! She had a lot of fun fixing you up! After she was done with your upgrades she set you down on one of her chairs to go get something she forgot in the basement when she was fixing you up
• tho in those couple of minutes that she was gone you woke up! The last thing you remember was your friend owner threw you into a river when they had enough of you. You were confused and scared, You have no idea where you even are and when you looked around the place from where you were sitting, you don't remember this place at all! This is a whole new area,,, Did someone find you?. You decided to stand up in your seat to see more of the area around you!
• But before you can think more on the subject, Donna walked in and screamed bloody murder that had Angie come running in with a knife looking for danger— but when Angie saw what Donna screamed at, she looked confused as fuck— She didn't understand why Donna was screaming at a doll?? She has dolls all over the place????
• But before Angie could say anything to Donna, Donna interrupted her, “Huh?... Are you alive or?..—” Donna said in a shaky voice trying to figure out if she really gone insane for a second, “aH— i- well— I'm something that you would call a ‘haunted’ doll I guess?.” You tried to explain to her without her freaking out but to your surprise she didn't freak out!
• Donna looked more interested than anything else! Fascinated by the concept of something ‘haunted’ so her and Angie sat with you for a couple of hours asking questions about you and your past, it was quite nice to talk to someone that wasn't mean or scared of you- it was refreshing in your opinion
• After you guys talked for a couple of hours, she decided to let you stay here with her! Believe it or not she grew quite emotionally attached to you when she was fixing you up so you being ‘haunted’ was just a bonus for her! It would be nice to have some more company!
• Since now that you live with her, she includes you in a lot of her daily activities! Like gardening, tea parties with the other dolls, fixing dolls, making dolls, cuddling and going to meetings with her!
• Especially meetings, she just can't leave you at home! She gets so worried about you that she can't even function properly at the meeting, she's so scared that you might fall and crack yourself or someone breaks in and steals you! Every possibility that can run through her head, will run through her head
• So she has to bring you to every meeting and no one really questions it because it's Donna- like come on- The antisocial quiet Lord that already has a creepy ass doll on her lap has another one on her lap too, ain't no one going to question that cuz it is not worth the time fr
• But you're basically attached to her hip now since she carries you around like Angie but even more- Both of her arms will be full holding you and Angie, She's so so attached to the both of you! She loves you guys so so much—
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Hope you guys liked this cuz I couldn't stop myself from making this lol but i maybe do more of this in the future!
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Does anyone else prefer Sub Donna to Dom Donna? Don't get me wrong, every Donna is a gift from Heaven, really I'd love her if she was a tree. Just want to know if I'm alone in this.
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rosestarlightkatarina · 4 months
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You better give me back my principles😭
The list of the things I would let them do to me is unimaginable
I caught myself thinking that being Cassandra’s career sacrifice was not a bad idea
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[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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ilovedonnabeneviento · 10 months
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Angie is the one filming
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ctitan98official · 2 months
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Y/N daring to bring a Chicago deep dish pizza into Donna’s house
Y/N: *Digging into their first slice*
Donna: *Walks in* Hello, cara mia. How are-
Donna: *Takes a look at the abomination masking itself as pizza* W-what do you have there?
Y/N: *With their mouth full* It’s called Chicago deep dish pizza! Want some?
Y/N: *Holds out a slice for Donna*
Donna: *Smacks Y/N’s hand* Drop it Y/N! It might be dangerous!
Y/N: ??? Do you mean the piz-
Donna: *Full on hysterical* Go ahead, call it pizza, Y/N! Go on, say it to my FACE!
Y/N: *So confused* Are you okay, Do-
Donna: *Shoves everything off the counter and starts grabbing pizza ingredients*
Donna: I’ll show you a real pizza, Y/N! Since apparently I’m the only one who cares about keeping this FuCKinG family together!
Y/N: Okay, geez! I’ll just throw it out!
Donna: *Stops Y/N* No… leave it… I want it to see what a real Italian pizza looks like…
Angie: *Cowering in the corner crying* Why’d ya do it, Y/N… Don’t you love us?!
Y/N: WHAT IS HAPPENING! :’(
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