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crow-raven-crow · 6 months

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Hey it's me again 👋 the one who asked for Donna Beneviento.

I know she's a shy babe and mostly in the fics I see her like sub?But I can't get enough to see her other side.We want it! We need it!

Can you do something like reader's been teasing her extremely (clothes,talks, actions,etc..) knowing she will only turn red but r seem to pushes her a little too far and ended up facing dominant Donna? Like punish sex and maybe aftercare.

Thanks for reading

-BB 🤍

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You pulled the key from the door as you stepped inside, a soft creak emitting from the hinges as the heavy door swung open, revealing the foyer. You guided your hand out slowly, gesturing the doll maker inside as you held the door open for her. Your shared laughter echoed through the halls, absorbing themselves within your shared home.

The golden glow emanating from the candles that hung on the chandelier casted an enchanting light within the home, bringing out the deep mahogany of the polished wood that made up most of the home. The age of the home brought a comfort out within it, the wood absorbing the flickering flames and creating a warmth that served as a refuge from the snow that sat beyond the walls.

Once the door shut behind you, your gaze met Lady Beneviento's, the spark found swirling within them making a smile creep onto your lips. Her veil was already discarded to the side and her hands were held out in front of her expectantly. You stood for a moment, blinking in confusion as you took in the sight of her before you. Her soft laugh broke the silence before she stepped behind you and smoother her hands up your sides and to your shoulders, filling your body with a newfound heat. "Your coat, amore mio.."

Her fingers worked themselves underneath the layer of fabric, gently pulling the coat from your shoulders and handing it on the rack behind her. You grabbed one of her hands as she turned around, pulling her slowly over to you before meeting her lips in a sweet kiss. You felt her relax under your touch, the dinner you both had just been at fading away from her mind as she relished in the safety that you brought to her.

Pulling her from her trance, you guided her into the living room. As you backed away, you watched how she took in each of your movements - the sway of your hips, the effortless grace of your arms, the never ending smile that sat upon your face. To her, each aspect was a manifestation of beauty, causing her heart to swell with admiration for you.

Shifting the pin of the record player made a small gasp leave her lips, the familiar sound of her favorite song starting to play filling the manor. The notes shifted through the air as you came back to her, the satisfaction in her figure mirroring the joy found within her eyes.

"I figured it would be nice to end off a nice dinner with a dance, if you'll have me?" Your hands traced a gentle path up her dress, massaging her shoulders before wrapping your arms around her, successfully pulling her in and starting off the small sways.

"Such a doll for me, hmm?"

"I try."

Soft laughter bubbled from your chests, the love found within you two creating a lightness in the room. Her arms circled around your waist, drawing you closer. Her fingers scaled a tantalizing path down your body, completely away for the garments you showed her beneath the thin fabric only house earlier. The room, though charged with affection, carried the increasing weight of desire as the two of you continued to dance.

You had called her into the bathroom, the black dress you wanted to wear hanging just behind you as you finished off your makeup. As you put away the various products, you rose from the vanity seat, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you heard the click of her heels get closer and closer. It added a sense of anticipation to the air, each step echoing a promise of a tease for her, a promise of the sweet surprise you had for her.

"You called, am-" Her steps came to an abrupt halt, seemingly frozen in the doorway as her eyes raked in your exposed figure. The choice of dark green lace was a deliberate one, allowing one of her favorite colors to swirl around your skin. The lace, starting from secure straps, gradually faded out, growing thinner yet framing your breasts and hips perfectly. Your paired it with matching garters, deciding that stockings would add a nice touch given the dress's slit, which teasingly exposed your legs. You saw the desire starting to burn behind her eyes, and you knew you had gone with the right choice.

"Cat got your tongue, my lady?" Your tone was laced in a tease, being sure to add a sway to your hips as you slowly made your way over to her. Your hands found their place on her hips, your eyes drinking in the slight of her as she was already ready for the dinner ahead of you. Tracing a hand up her figure, you made a slow path between her breasts, along one of her collarbones, and delicately along the column of her throat, easily pulling a shiver from her. You rested a finger underneath her chin, tilting her head slight to meet your gaze. "Or am I just as much of a distraction as I planned to be?"

"Wh-Whats-" She cleared her throat, focusing all the energy within her to not break your gaze, "What's the occasion, doll?"

"Oh, nothing.." You brought your lips to her ear, whispering before littering kisses down her neck. "Just wanted you to know exactly what was underneath my dress while we sit for hours at dinner.."

You quickly pulled away, bringing any and all traces of yourself against her with you, before grabbing your dress and presenting it to her. "Could you help me put it on?"

She took it from your fingers while giving you a nod, undoing the zipper along the back as you turned around. She pulled it over your head, being sure that your arms could easily go through the thick straps of the dress before pulling the rest of it down your body. Her fingers lingered against your hips underneath the fabric, the cool touch against your skin making a small shiver shoot through you. You felt as she took hold of the zipper, slowly pulling it up and covering the skin that only she was allowed sight of, before resting her hands back against your hips.

"Thank you, my love.. Are you ready to leave?" You turned around in her hold, a smile coming to your lips before you kissed her own.

Small chatter turned into a comfortable silence, though there was still an undercurrent of excitement coursing between you two. She lifted her arm up above you, your hand in hers, and prompted you to spin. You did, or attempted to do so, but your heel got caught on a bump in the carpet beneath you. Within the moment, the misstep led to a tumble, and you found yourselves on the floor, laughter filling the room as a blush rose to both of your faces.

You landed on top of her, her arms wrapped securely around you to prevent you from getting hurt. After the laughing had died down, you pulled yourself up a bit, kissing up her neck before planting a soft one against her lips. The blush against her cheeks deepened at your actions, a wave of heat running through both of your bodies as the desire in the room only grew.

You watched as her eyes moved against your form, moving from your dark painted lips, to your dress straps falling off your shoulders, to the sight of your breasts pushing beyond the fabric of your dress - the fall pulling your dress down and uncovering more of your skin. You brought your lips down to her ear, the warmth of your breath traveling against her skin as you spoke, "Like what you see, my lady?"

Maybe it was the suggestive tone of your voice, the pull of your dress, the teasing actions that had been building for hours, but it all caused something within her to snap. The grip she had on your hips tightened as you finished your sentence, causing your breath to hitch, but it didn't prepare you for the other side of the doll maker that you were about to face.

Within an instant, your back was against the floor, hands pinned above you by your wrists as one of her knees settled between your legs. You looked up at her in shock, though it easily morphed into an expression of desire as her lips trailed up your neck, leaving lingering kisses and mirroring the action you had done just moments before. The heat of her breath coursed around your neck while her other hand traveled along your body, pulling fabric out of the way, squeezing and scratching your skin in the claim to be hers.

"You're right.. I do love what I see.." Her voice was low, thick with the lust and desire that had been swirling within her for hours. It didn't falter, didn't stutter as she spoke, a newfound dominance running through her veins and driving her actions. It made a delicious heat begin to pool between your legs. "I think it's just about time you've been taught a lesson.. Isn't that right, doll?"

Your breath hitched, her words making your thighs shut in an attempt to gain some sort of friction, only to make you let out a loud whimper when her knee prevented such. You watched as she pulled away, her lips turning into a smirk as she watch you wreath beneath her. She brought her lips to yours but didn't indulge you in a kiss just yet. They ghosted above yours, mere centimeters apart as she spoke against your lips, "I could get used to a view like this.."

You could only image what you looked like beneath her - shocked, flushed, filled with desire, desperate.. Desperate for her, her touch, her lips, her tongue.. A part of you loved that she enjoyed it, causing a raging flame to ignite inside of you.

You tried pushing yourself up to meet her lips, only for her to pull away at the last second. Amusement filled her features, a wonderful darkness filtering over her eyes that made your core throb. She slowly made her way back to your lips, resting just above them. The close proximity always seemed to make your heart race, the organ hammering in your chest hard enough that you were sure she could feel it against her own. Her perfume made you dizzy with lust, only adding to your arousal as she took over all of your senses. Your voice was breathy, lost in your throat, just above a whisper as you spoke, as you begged for her. "Please, Donna… please-"

She crashed her lips into yours, finally giving you the beginnings of what your craved, stealing all the breath from your lungs and devouring the moans and whimpers that escaped your throat. You felt her tongue brush against your bottom lip only for her to take your bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it as she backed away slightly.

The look of pure desire she was throwing at you only mirrored your own - dark eyes fluttered against each others features behind half lidded eyes, cheeks and chests flushed a pink hue, chests heaving to catch breaths that were willingly stolen away..

Her lips met yours again, but only for a few moments. They trailed down your jawline, plump lips meeting your neck and leaving deep marks against it. You threw your head back as a moan tore through your throat, your back arching as you felt her fingers rubbing against your clit above the fabric of your undergarments.

She continued to kiss down your body, her hands letting go of your wrists and allowing your hands to immediately meet her shoulders. A growl left her throat as she met the fabric of your dress, annoyed with the barrier between her and the rest of the body. She moved quickly, picking you up and bringing you up the stairs to your shared bedroom as one of her hands worked on the zipper of your dress.

The door slammed shut behind her, your body quickly landing on the bed as she pulled the dress off of you. You backed up until your hands met the pillows behind you, watching as the goddess pulled her own dress of her body.

Her pale skin was illuminated by the moon, her body shining in beauty before you. She took her place back above you, hands running along the edges of your lace bra before her lips met your collar bones again.

You were getting drunk on her as she hands smoothed over any and all of your skin. She teeth nipped at your skin, tongue soothing over the marks after pulling away. One of her hands made their way to your back, unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere within the room.

Her tongue traced over your right bud, making your back arch, only for her to take it in her mouth moments later. Her other hand toyed with the other, smoothing over the bug until both were in stiff peaks. She littered marks across your chest, making sure to give the other bud the same amount of attention before moving kissing down your stomach.

You felt her hand back at your core, her touch light enough against the fabric that it was purely a tease. You bucked your hips slightly, only for her to bite your thigh in response, trailing her tongue over it right after. She did this again and again until she thought you were going to behave, her lips planting a kiss against your mound before she slowly started pulling the fabric down your legs.

She worked at an agonizingly slow pace, lips kissing down one leg and up the other before you felt her tongue lick through your folds. The action made you take in a sharp breath, only for it to get lost in the moan that tore through you. She worked her tongue in and out of you, collecting your juices and moaning at the taste, the vibrations shooting through your body and making a familiar knot form in your lower abdomen.

Your fingers dug into the sheets beneath you as she took hold of your thighs, locking your hips in place as her tongue licked up your slit, only to start circling your clit immediately after. You felt one of her hands shift along your leg, the touch moving underneath your thigh before nimble fingers circled your entrance.

They dipped into your core, the stretch quickly turning into a dangerous pleasure as they pumped in and out of you. They curled in a way that made you see stars, brushing against the spongey spot within you and making moans spill from your lips with ease. Your body burned for her touch, your walls clenching around her fingers and making her groan at the feeling of you.

Her fingers picked up speed, her lips wrapping themselves around your sensitive bud and sucking at the same time. You felt your thighs begin to shake with your impending orgasm, the coil within you tightening a dangerous amount only for you to be left on a high.

She stilled her actions, kissing down your thighs while she looked up at you. Your breathing was heavy, your breasts rising and falling with each intake as you tried to ground yourself from a peak that was taken from you. Just as you were about to speak, her tongue circled your clit again, her fingers moving at a brutal pace as she aimed to give you what you oh so craved..

With every thrust of her fingers you were pushed harder and harder against towards the edge. You felt your mind grow hazy with desire, the amount of lust coursing through you making you putty in ecstasy's hold.

Your knuckled turned white at your hard grip on the sheets, your throat growing sore as she pulled loud moans and whimpers from your chest, her pace never slowing.

Your thighs shook on either side of her head, your climax slamming into you and making you moan out her name. Your body shuddered with the wave of pleasure that consumed you as she helped you rise out for first orgasm of the night.

She gently pulled her fingers from your core, your half lidded eyes watching her taker her fingers into her mouth and lick them clean. Her lips trailed up your body, the gentle touch of her lips making your heart soar before she met your own.

When she pulled away, her eyes met your own, desire still prominent within them. "Don't think for a second that I am done with you tonight, amore mio.."

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𝐚/𝐧: OKAYYY?? OKAAYYYY AHHAHAH this served as a reawakening of my RE8 brainrot and i dont know what to do this was so fun holy fuck but also holy fuck? 😏

first donna fic done teehee. i might write for her more because she is such a beautiful character, but like all the lords of RE8 i wish they did so much more with them. there is so much backstory and lore missing and i just NEED a whole game or something released just for them. you cant make these characters interesting as hell and only give us crumbs when it comes to their lore

i loved playing around with this side of donna. she is so quiet and shy within the game that it's always interesting for me to see how she can be portrayed

i hope you all liked it! I'm sorry it took me a hot minute to get here, lovely anon;; but i really enjoyed writing this one

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eletricheart · 8 months

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hiiii! I have a request for donna beneviento. I was hoping for her lover, the reader, to show up to donna's house like normal, but they are sick with the flu. When donna asks why reader came, reader says that they dont care if they're sick or not, they just want to see donna <3 cue donna being a flustered mess, but then panicking internally when reader lets out a particularly harsh cough. Just some fluffy caretaking if you wouldnt mind, thank youuuuu :) (maybe if you're feeling like writing a longer fic, you could make reader have a fever-induced nightmare, and donna is the only thing that can calm reader))

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(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 882

ps: ty for the request hope u like it🫶

ps2: not proofread

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Winter was finally over but the sudden change of temperature was enough to get you sick for a week. Usually you'd stay at home resting however every week you would have a home date with Donna.

Hence why you were walking towards her front porch looking like an Arctic scavenger. The dollmaker was surprised to see your attire but didn't pay much mind until she went to greet you.

You were shaking a little but still removed the mask to smile at her. "Sorry I'm late, my stomach wasn't kind this morning."

Donna nodded and ushered you in, getting concerned with how red your face was. "Are you okay?"

You nodded enthusiastically, supporting yourself with the now closed door due to the rapid movement. "Yeah! Just got a bit of a flu, nothing to worry about."

The dollmaker tensed for a moment, silently commanding her dolls to prepare some tea and bring blankets to the living room. "You should've stayed at home, it's dangerous to walk around sick! What were you thinking?" She questioned, leading you to the room.

You sighed. "I haven't seen you this week. I would rather face a thousand winters then stay away from you for so long. Please forgive me." You said, pouting.

Donna was thankful for wearing her veil, so you couldn't see how flustered she became with just one sentence. "Th-That's nonsense, you don't need to ask for forgiveness. But…next time, just call me."

You laughed. "I will."

After successfully trapping you in a world of blankets, Donna lit the fireplace and sat beside you. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You tried to answer but a sudden cough took place so you just nodded while trying to breathe.

You were still okay, you got used to the coughing after the second sick day. However, for Donna you were on death's door. The dollmaker could feel her heart racing, her hands trembling and her eye feeling with tears.

She practically ran off the room leaving your confused self drowning in blankets.

Donna returned with more pillows, some plants from her garden that were for good health, tea, water, a bowl with water and some towels. She even called Mother Miranda, who assured her that in five minutes a crow would leave some medicine at the door.

You were watching her set up a small hospital on the center table with a gentle smile. "Donna, it's okay, I'm not dying, I promise."

The dollmaker shook her head. "You're sick, I need to take your temperature."

You nodded weakly, feeling the hands of Morpheus trying to carry you into the dream world.

Donna was slightly shaking but still managed to check your temperature and breathing. "You have a bit of a fever, I believe Mother will bring some medicine. You should drink some water."

You nodded and drank half a glass of water, settling back down on the couch, in a lying position. "Where's Angie? I thought she'd be trying to steal the blankets from me by now."

Donna chuckled. "I had to lock her in my room. When she heard you were sick she stole a syringe and claimed she'd turn you into her bioweapon."

You laughed, still coughing at the end, but less intensely. However you noticed the dollmaker stiff posture. "I just need to sleep for a second, then it'll be good again."

Donna nodded, kissed your forehead and stood up, getting ready to cool the bowl of water. But she was stopped by you holding her arm before she moved too far. "Please don't leave me, I don't like to be alone."

Donna smiled and removed her veil to lay down more comfortably beside you.

The Lady had only moved away for a few minutes in order to receive Mother Miranda's package, suddenly she heard a scream and rushed back to you.

You were still sitting on the couch, but your face was marked with tears and your entire body felt like it was burning alive. You vision was still blurry from sleep and even though you tried to breathe it felt as if no air was going inside.

Donna approached you gently, trying to not make things worse but the second you saw her you jumped towards the woman and hugged her tight. She guided you back to the couch, not once breaking the embrace.

You curled on her and kept attempting on calming down. She was drawing soothing patterns on your back, humming lowly and controlling her breathing so you could immitate.

It took at least fifteen minutes for you to calm down, holding her as if she was your only connecting with reality.

Donna waited until your breathing had evened to speak. "Can you tell me what happened?" She asked, gently.

You took a deep breath before nodding. "I had a nightmare…I-I don't exactly remember what happened, just the feeling. Then I woke up and you weren't here anymore. I guess I panicked." You closed your eyes tightly and snuggled yourself even more against Donna.

The dollmaker allowed you to lay on her, pulling some of the blankets that fell and covering you. "I'm sorry, I won't leave again."

You nodded. "Promise?"

"Promise."

Your body relaxed and soon enough you fell asleep, knowing that Donna was there to protect you against anything.

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tu-sugar-mami · 10 months

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Could a queer bitch possibly ask a solid?, remember the “heavily injured s/o” you did for Alcina …….

……but Donna

Holy cows, I'm sorry for being so late but work has had me on a chokehold 😩 I tried to make it a lil longer than Alcina's one for your reading pleasure and for your patience, so enjoy! 💖✨

Words: 1,910

Tags: Light angst, fluff, happy ending, neutral gender reader

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The Beneviento estate had always been a quiet place, occasionally disturbed by a tornado of chaos named Angie, but aside from that and the roaring of the nearby waterfall, the place was pretty serene. Quiet but in a good way, there were always light sounds such as the ticking of the grandfather clock creating a pleasant background noise enough for the silence to not be overwhelming, and Donna liked it that way. Although, when you arrived, Donna learned that silence wasn't everything. With you she learned the joys of a fun ruckus on a chase and its balance with the quietness of reading a book near the window after it.

Despite stirring Donna's routine into a 'whatever will it be next?' lifestyle, you became Donna's constant, the only thing that she could count on that wouldn't change, always being there by her side and showing her a whole new side of her world.

Although, you developed a tendency to wander through the manor. At first it was difficult for Donna to allow you to do so, since her inner demons always tried to convince her you did it as an attempt to "escape" from her, but when you -through patience and love- showed her that you were going nowhere, she encouraged you to explore the home that little by little became also yours.

Sometimes though, the feeling of restlessness and anxiety returned when she didn't hear the noises you made while exploring. The sound of the heel of your shoes scraping against the floorboards, your distant laughing or the creaking of the old stairs under your weight became her anchor, something she could rely on to know that you'd keep loyal to your word and stay with her.

But all the nice and calm things can't last long in house Beneviento.

It was the silence that alerted her. A cold and echoing silence that made a chill run down her spine in worried anticipation. Not even Angie could be heard running around in a hurry. The birds outside were not singing, the clock ticking seemed to have lost its strength and with them all the waterfall roaring also dimmed. The entire house and its surrounding gardens seemed to hold their breath expectantly, and Donna in her many years living there had never witnessed such horrid and deafening quietness.

It took her a second after she realized something was wrong to go looking for you, checking every room and frowning when she didn't spot any speck of your face in the halls. Even the rest of her dolls, always scattered all around the manor, weren't able to tell her anything about your whereabouts, much less about what was happening, but she tried to stay serene, although there was only so much she could handle.

Desperation slowly clawed at the Lady, you weren't answering to her calling out your name with urgency. The thought of you leaving her despite reassuring her many times that you wouldn't do it stabbed her heart. Did you break your promise? Where were you? Where was Angie? It had been a long time since she was last completely alone, only before you arrived into her life. Even Angie, her beloved doll had always been by her side, and if being glued to her side wasn't possible, she was at least always close, why wasn't she answering either?

The lower level was empty aside from her dolls, and she didn't know where else to look. Her knees felt weak from all the running around in your search, and her lungs stung with the effort of yelling your name.

That is until a quiet voice called out to her. Distant but strong enough for her to react. Her connection to her dolls had always been stronger the more they were close, and the further away they were, the more difficult it was for the connection to be clear. But this voice, inconsolable, reached for her with a level of panic that had Donna stumbling against the furniture and walls in her path as she hurriedly ran towards her doll calling her.

Help

The sweet voice repeated the word again and again, and Donna's heart clenched every time.

The plea came from the lowest level in the basement, a place not even Donna herself -being the owner of the estate- would visit frequently. The only thing there was darkness, cold and… a stone well.

Her doll's calling became louder, and she didn't waste a moment before climbing down the stairs bringing an oil lamp to illuminate her path.

It was hard to see at first, but the light provided was more than enough to illuminate your limp body onto the well's bottom.

Her blood ran cold. It was so shocking to see her beloved like this, her always resilient and full of energy sunshine who brightened every room, now defeated on the ground before her. Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought that crossed her mind briefly as lightning but not any less painful. She couldn't bear it if she lost you, she had lost so much in her life, she couldn't possibly lose you too, it would be her last straw.

Donna fought the tremble in her knees to approach you and settle down at your side, defeated, before noticing something.

Your breathing was shallow and Donna would have missed it were it not for the whistle that came from your nose every time you exhaled, but that was enough to bring new tears to her eye and with them renewed hope.

She decided to be careful in her approach, and gently analized the situation. She couldn't believe it, your arm was bent in an awkward position, one that definitely shouldn't be possible unless something was broken, and that was enough to let Donna guess you had fallen from the well border, but the question was how?

Not only that, but when she brought the lamp closer and the rest of the shadows crawled away she could make out Angie's dress peeking from under you, and it's only then that she noticed her beloved doll being held protectively in your embrace, but also unmoving.

Donna knew she had to act quickly, and she lifted you easily -her strength thanks to the Cadow was one of the things she was grateful for in times like this- in sort of an inverted piggyback style, to allow her to climb up the stairs, careful to keep Angie and your injured arm cradled in against both your bodies.

Only god knows how long you were out before your eyes, albeit groggily, opened again. It took you a moment before realizing you were in your shared bed with Donna, who was lying next to you far enough to not disrupt or accidentally hurt you, but close enough for you to feel the dip of the bed from her weight.

Your shifting made her come out of her light slumber in a blink, and her eyes widened as soon as she realized you were awake. Her sight became blurry, and she let out a sigh of relief and reverence. How were you so beautiful even in this state, she couldn't understand, but goodness her breath was taken away. All she could do was try to keep her relieved tests at the sight of you being alive and well again.

Gently, almost as if scared of hurting you, Donna's cold hands found their way towards your face and her thumbs began to caress your cheeks. The touch made you feel better, soothing the uncomfortable warmth of your cheeks, and in return you held one of her hands with your free own and tenderly kissed her palm. At that moment, Donna swore she could never live without you.

The Lady felt a pang of guilt and sorrow every time you winced away from her touch, not because of her, but because your body still complained about your wounds, but the sting in her heart made her promise she wouldn't let you get hurt again. You had become so important to her that the mere thought of not having you in her life made her sick.

After getting out of the well and successfully carrying you to the bedroom she had needed to clean the bleeding wounds from when your skin was scratched by the pebbles and stone and made use of her first aid knowledge to fix your arm and secure it. Tears would blurry her sight every time you winced at the sting of the cotton and antiseptic and the movement of your mauled bone.

Although, both basking in eachother's presence in a lovely rosy-orange afternoon in the comfy bed, it felt like heaven, and even if you were aching everywhere, you weren't complaining, not with the way Donne looked at you, with such love and wonder.

If Donna was shy about kissing you too much before, that definitely wasn't the case after the incident. Every hour your face and lips would be peppered by soft kisses and tender touches, and who were you to deny them? Your blush did speak a lot.

She would check your bandages far too often, but you can't really blame her. It was quite the nasty fall, and your arm did suffer an ugly break, but Donna's care was tender and patient, loving and effective. Besides, you discovered that if you let out a fake pained whimper you would immediately be granted comfort in the way of your Lady holding you close and letting you hide your face in the crook of her neck and sweet words to accompany her sweet scent. While it might have been amusing, you could guess that the calls she gave Moreau every half an hour to consult about your broken arm were starting to tire him, and you tried to keep her attention on you rather than smothering your friend Sal with health questions for your sake.

Also, the arm you fell on had been your dominant one, and while you had no problems trying to use the other in your daily activities, Donna insisted on feeding you herself. Your favorite spoon would be wielded by her while she fed you your favorite meal that she made with such care, and snacks were not lacking either, your bedside table drawer became full with every little thing you had told Donna you liked to munch on. Honestly, you didn't even know how to thank her anymore for all the effort she put in taking care of you.

For a faster recovery, Donna took it upon herself to ensure you had the best sleep you could have, but between wanting to not accidentally hurt you and her need to be close to you, she decided that the only solution would be letting you sleep on top of her at night, with her arms secured gently around you while humming sweet melodies and gently cooing you until you were knocked out by such comfort.

Angie (after recovering too and explaining that you went after her to prevent her from getting too close to the well's border but accidentally slipping and cushioning her own fall with your body) helped as best as she could, bringing compresses and new bandages along with medicine and soothing cream.

The next day after the incident the well was sealed shut, and you spent the rest of the month being spoiled rotten by a very affectionate Lady and her energetic doll.

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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May I request Donna with a partner that loves smothering her face in kisses? (they kiss her scar too)

It's what she deserves.

Donna Beneviento with a s/o that likes smothering her face in kisses.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Listen here.

You're going to kill Donna.

She's going to combust and die.

The first time you cradle her face in your hands and cover the left side in kisses, she goes beet red in a matter of seconds. Even the tips of her ears.

You fluster her beyond comprehension and manage to reduce her to nothing but a puddle on the floor.

Now, if you want to be touching Donna's Cadou scar, then you're going to have to ask her first.

"Can I touch your scar?"

She's silent for a moment. A few moments.

She opens her mouth to respond, then closes it and simply nods.

Slowly, but without hesitation, your hand comes up and your fingers gently skim over the scar. You trace the edges of where the mass pushes out of Donna's face, going down her temple and coming to a stop at her cheek.

"Would it be alright if I kissed it?"

Now you've fully taken Donna aback. The mere thought that you'd want to do that is almost enough to make her tear up.

But then, you gaze at her with this soft, loving look before leaning in to press gentle kisses against the mutation she hates so much and...

Oh, god.

Wait.

She is tearing up.

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finn-writes-stuff · 2 years

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hi :) i didn’t see anywhere that requests were closed, but if they are feel all free to ignore this!!

can i request something’s for Resident Evil 8? maybe reader is a shape shifter, but their main shift is a cat? (preferably a smaller one so they can sneak around)

and at one point the reader sits at one of the lords meetings just to eavesdrop, no particular reason. basically they’re just a free roaming cat and go where they’d like, as long as they’re not caught.

please and thanks love <3

This is such a polite and pleasant request, thank you <3

Platonic! RE8 x Reader

Fandom: Resident Evil 8

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: N/A

Gender-Neutral Reader

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While the village is not exactly filled with cats, you're innocuous that no one really looks twice at you. It suits you perfectly, allowing you to go wherever you please.

When you do run into the Lords in your cat form, you get some varied reactions.

Moreau, when he spots you, will inevitably start to coo at you, doing his best to coax you closer. He wants to pet you, and if you let him, he'll shower you in treats in praise about what a lovely kitty you are. He's not nimble enough to catch you if you don't want him to though.

Donna is a little less persistent. When you decide to adventure through her manor and catch her eye, she'll often just watch you for a long moment. She's too worried about scaring you off to reach out. On days when she's a little less lost in her head, she'll set out food or milk for you.

House Beneviento is not a place of peace for you though. Angie will run at you to try and pet you and tug at your tail. With how quick she is, she's harder to dodge, as well.

The castle is perhaps even more dangerous perhaps.

Alcina tends to do little past noticing you. She's a busy woman who doesn't have time to be chasing after strays. Although if you find your way into her room or office, she'll speak to you, venting about business problems.

The girls are terrors though. They absolutely love you and will do their best to catch you. If they do, inevitably they'll try to keep you as a pet.

Bela seems the nicest at first, coaxing you to her with treats and soft words. But she also owns cages and collars, trapping you in her room if you let her too close.

Cassandra never tries to lure you close, she enjoys chasing you too much. Your cat form is small enough that you can usually evade her, but the thrill of the hunt always seems to make her faster.

Daniela tries to sneak up on you. If you let your guard down in the castle, she'll jump out at you, trying to bundle you off to her room without her sisters seeing. She has also dubbed you Mittens, regardless of how you respond to this.

The castle is perhaps better than Heisenberg's factory though. Between the Lycans that surround it and the soldats within, you'll find yourself threatened at every turn.

Heisenberg himself rarely pays much attention to you around town, but after you managed to get into his workshop, you caught his attention. He was impressed with how clever you must have been to get there.

He'll let you go as you please, but when you are there, you can expect something to eat, a hand scratching under your chin, and an explanation on his new experiments.

Finding your way into a lords' meeting was an adventure. There were regularly Lycans everywhere, keeping guard. But you've been evading them for as long as you've lived here.

You found a nice vantage point where you could lay down and listen. For a few meetings, you simply rested there, without being noticed.

At least you thought so. Once, after the lords left, Mother Miranda looked up at you, directly catching your eye.

You decided to avoid the next meeting.

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multimilfs · 2 years

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Donna Beneviento x Fem!Reader: I'll be yours forever (till forever falls apart)

Summary: Waking early to run some errands turns into a nightmare you never expected.

AO3

A/N: Hello my darlings. This is proof that I am alive, I know a lot of you have sent asks checking in, so here is your reassurance. I appreciate all of your amazing messages. I've hesitated to post anything in a while--one, because burnout is still messing with me and two, I didn't want to give anyone false hope that I was ready to come back.

I'm still not back officially, this is just a little something I wanted to post for my birthday. I had something else planned but it isn't finished and didn't feel quite right. This is something I've had written for a while and hadn't yet posted.

Until next time, I love you all and miss you dearly!

Tag List: @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld

Warning(s): Major character death. Blood mention.

The sweet, earthy scent that greets you upon waking is a lifeline–something to grasp and hold onto, even though you have no idea what it is in this state. Your mind is still shaking away the allure of sleep. All you can do is identify feelings; warm, heavy, ouch–the last isn’t an official term, but you are definitely feeling it.

Something is pinching the skin of your arm. You try to pull away or move it, but it just makes the feeling worse. A sigh escapes your lips and you pry your eyes open.

Donna. Your mind whispers with fondness. The smell has a source in your beloved Donna; warm, sweet notes of her shampoo mix with the earth still caked beneath her fingernails. Your face is buried in her neck with an arm over her waist, her chin resting on the top of your head as she holds you near. If you had the choice, you’d never leave this moment.

Placing a kiss against the skin of her neck, you try to shift. The unpleasant pinching stops you with a hiss. You know what–or rather, who–is responsible. Splayed haphazardly across your bodies is none other than Angie. The joint of her arm is atop yours, catching the skin there.

Your other arm is pulled from Donna’s waist and you lift Angie’s arm away, careful not to wake her. That is not something you want to deal with this early.

The clock behind you chimes, your true reason for waking. Donna and Angie sleep on. You feel horrible doing so, but you lightly shake the former, wanting to say goodbye before leaving.

“Donna,” You whisper, but she only groans, “Donna, wake up, please.”

Her eye cracks open and she grumbles. A grin spreads across your face as you lean in, stealing a quick kiss. She is just awake enough to kiss back.

“I’m off to run errands, I just wanted to say goodbye before I went.” You whisper.

“Don’t go.” Donna forces out, voice hoarse with misuse.

“You know I don’t want to, but we need food and Salvatore is expecting his package.”

Only a sigh greets you. She knows you’re right, but it doesn’t make it any easier. How else would you get what you needed? The Duke doesn’t come this far up the mountain and Heisenburg is notoriously unreliable. You are the only one capable of getting there and back without trouble.

Donna props herself up on an arm and steals another, lingering kiss. Then she presses one to your forehead.

“Be safe.” She orders.

“Of course, Lady Beneviento,” You grin teasingly and stand from the bed, bowing with a flair, “I’ll be home soon.”

Her eye is already slipping closed once more. Your chest feels full. Leaning over and pressing a kiss of your own to her forehead, you smile.

“I love you.” You whisper.

“Mm. Love you.” Donna grumbles back, turning over and falling back into a deep sleep.

You hold in a laugh. Any sound now would wake Angie, who’d not only be furious, but demand to go with you. The last time that happened… you didn’t accomplish anything other than chasing her around the village. She has the same amount of energy as a hyperactive toddler.

You lean over and press a kiss to her forehead too. She grumbles, swatting at the feeling in her sleep, but doesn't move otherwise. You breathe out in relief.

From there it takes no time to dawn your dress and coat before traversing the path to the village. Save for a few bird calls, everything around you is silent. It would have been eerie once upon a time. Now you take in your surroundings with fondness. The dolls hanging from trees–Angie’s doing–aren’t an omen, but instead make you shake your head. Those standing alongside the path are granted kisses similar to Angie.

Most of them have blank eyes, an indicator they haven’t woken up. The others vibrate when you approach. Some grab at your arm, trying to cling to you. Another kiss and they let go.

“I’ll be back soon.” You whisper each time, trying not to let the disappointment weaken your resolve.

The bag across your middle shifts every now and again, the contents sliding to and fro. You don’t worry. All of the films are safe in their cases with no risk of being scratched. If they boast any later, well, that would no doubt be Salvatore’s mishandling of them.

When Donna mentioned he wanted to borrow a few titles, you’d been visibly hesitant. You liked Moreau, he was kind and considerate, with no ill-will towards you or the others. But he was also very clumsy. If you want something returned in pristine shape, you don’t let Salvatore Moreau use it. A few sweet words and even sweeter kisses from Donna had softened your resolve; they were just films after all, easily replaceable through the Duke.

Even now, you mentally trace the path through his home. If it could be called that. You had been only twice before, making it out by the fortune of Donna’s map–her elegant penmanship in the margins leading you safely through the maze-like structure.

A sound to the left catches your ear and you turn. Nothing stands out against the brush. You know what you heard, rarely did your senses fail you. Then there is a blur of movement and you take a step back.

After Mother Miranda ordered the slaughter of the village, few people are left. Even fewer are brave enough to come out in the light. You take a deep breath and continue down the path, though fear creeps into your chest. Heisenburg put you and Donna as off-limits long ago. It had held up, but there was always the chance of a lycan going rogue.

The lycan can hear your heartbeat racing in your chest. A rapid thump-thump-thump. You won’t run, won’t offer any reason to give chase. Maybe it doesn’t know who you are just yet, you hope.

It appears in the path before you, large and hulking with its beady eyes and matted black fur. Your mind screams at you to stop and stand there for a moment. You ignore it, glaring at it with all the confidence in your body. It takes a step forward. A red tongue darts out, licking over sharp teeth as saliva drips from its maw.

Donna, I love you. You whisper internally, the thought repeating with every beat of your heart. This can’t be the end, can it? You always thought your time would come with Donna–that even if life was slipping from your veins, you’d still overflow with love.

Maybe she was right. Maybe you should have stayed home, content to sleep in a little more. You’d have to make dinner from scraps of food, but it would be fine. Angie would tease you about not going, but burst with excitement to still find you at home when she woke up.

You should have stayed.

It steps forward, the ground shaking with each movement. The creature lacks balance or finesse, every step as forceful as a leap. You glare down at it. This may be the last moment you have, but you aren’t going to waste it on tears.

It stands before you now and hot breath blasts your face, beads of saliva transferring to your skin. You close your eyes and wait. The inevitable isn’t something you’ll run from, even if you wish to live on.

Two long moments pass, it sniffs you, then backs away with an aggravated huff. It isn’t rogue after all.

“Damn lycans.” You murmur to yourself, releasing a shaky breath.

You calm your heart, or at least attempt to. It’s never as easy as it sounds. The rapid staccato in your chest continues, sending shockwaves through your body, even as the rest of your muscles relax.

The last muscles to relax are those in your hand, clasping the locket at your heart in an iron grip. It would have remained in your palm when the lycan ripped you limb from limb; a balm, a cherished treasure, even in death. Inside boasts a small painting of a single, dark eye. On the same hand a ring, the ‘jewel’ made from a piece of polished porcelain—a fractured piece of Angie that she’d insisted on you keeping. Proof that even if it was different from Donna, she loves you too, in her own way.

That hand, in another world, would be the only piece left of you. What pictures would be taken from it? If you were unable to be identified, what would the world make you into? An unfortunate lover with a peculiar taste in jewelry, perhaps even a grieving widow seeking to meet her lover in death. None of them would be correct. None could ever properly define you. You—a woman, a Lady, whose only desire was to love and return to that love—even if you had to wait in the afterlife.

You force yourself to continue on despite the challenge. All you could think of is Donna, how you want to return to her. How you need to. But you shake the thought away, following the lonely path to your destination.

The barren woodland soon becomes a mismatch of homes on either side. Crumbling stone and mortar litter your path, adding an unpleasant crackle to every step. You move through the doors that lead to the Beneviento estate; the four wings a solemn reminder of who house Beneviento truly belongs to now.

Once, the square was full of people; those same people would avoid you like the plague, but it was nice to be surrounded by them anyway. Your title shielded you from their more unpleasant desires, while allowing you to be among them. Now, it’s nothing. The only movement is the wind in the trees or a stray lycan. Mother Miranda has truly destroyed this place.

Taking a sharp right, you walk the path to the reservoir, crossing the necessary decks to get there. It isn’t open, but neither is it as remote as the way home.

Lapping water greets you in a pleasant hum, not like the roar of the waterfall behind house Beneviento. You would almost enjoy it, if it wasn’t for the putrid smell of rot emanating from the water; an ever-mixing stew of Moreau’s fungus and bile.

Your nose scrunches. Every part of you rejects the scent, but you force yourself to inhale normally. You need to acclimate by the time you reach Moreau. If you were to make an unpleasant expression in his presence, it would deeply wound him.

Dark metal greets you and you peer through the bars, smiling at the unbothered hogs munching on their grass. You slip through the gates and past them with ease.

The damp wood of Moreau’s base greets you and you step through, carefully moving around piles of fungus and slime. You peek at the worn sliver of paper in your bag with Donna’s map on it. A left, then another, then a right, then another left and so on until reaching the main area. Sounds of a TV greet your arrival.

Moreau is invested in a show he’s watching, though from your distance you can’t make it out. Something rather dramatic from the sounds of it. You rapp against a wooden beam and he stands, turning his full body to you.

“Lady Y/N, you’re early!” He speaks in surprise, “Come in, come in.”

You awkwardly scale the small wall dividing the room, coming to stand before him with a small smile. He beckons you to a small chair and you oblige him.

“Yes, I thought I’d make an early start. There are a few things I need to take care of before I return to House Beneviento.” You smile.

The chair beneath you squishes as you sit, moisture seeping through your clothes. You’re grateful you had the foresight to wear less-than-stellar apparel. Whatever was seeping into it now would never come out, of that you were certain.

“Ah, yes. Donna said you had a busy day ahead of you. Thirsty?”

He motions to a row of drinks. Soda, water bottles, lemonade—or, what looks like lemonade. All of them are without a lid and make you uneasy. Still, you won’t refuse him.

“Just some water, if you’d be so kind. Did Donna tell you much of my plans for the day?” You ask.

An open water bottle is placed gently in your hand and you offer a smile. You suddenly feel very sorry for Moreau. If Mother Miranda had shown him more care, explaining how to control the Cadou’s abilities, you have no doubt that he could be a fine host. But he’d been the weakest of them all and fell prey to her neglect.

Who had he been before the Cadou? You doubt he was always like this. House Moreau would have fallen ages ago if that were the case.

“Only that you’d be delivering the films for me and then going to get food in the village.” He explains in a gurgling, eager voice.

He turns and you quickly dump some of the water from your bottle out and onto the same cushion you sit on. It’s already soaked through, but it still retains the water poured on it.

“Something like that. The Duke is selling his wares in Castle Dimitrescu today, so I have to make the trek there. Normally I’d wait until he was in the village square, but we’re running low on many ingredients, and I have no other option.”

“I understand. That seems rather difficult. Lucky for me that I can catch my own food.” He laughs, sitting back in his chair.

“Yes,” You laugh as well, “Things would be quite simple if Donna and I could fish from the waterfall. Angie does love fish. Though I think the force of it would break our line.”

“Perhaps. Though there must be a stream higher on the mountain that you could fish from.”

You pause. That is a wonderful idea. It’d allow Angie to have some fun and keep Donna relaxed, as no one would be around. And you could put off certain visits into the village.

“Moreau, that is an excellent idea.”

He beams at your praise, looking rather bashful. You wonder when someone has last been kind to him. Alcina is kind, but her patience runs thin–especially when her maiden fails to join her. Heisenberg rarely comes inside and speaks to him, leaving his things outside of the gate instead. Donna only sees him at meetings. It is difficult to get a word in around Angie, who has a habit of offering him brutal insults.

You make the mental note to invite him up to House Beneviento sometime soon. Donna will worry about his sickness ruining the house, but you can have a nice lunch outside, maybe on the fenced area near the cliff. It offers an intriguing view of his reservoir while protecting your gardens and home. Though it’s unlikely he’ll come at all.

Angie will have to be on her best behavior if so. Perhaps the Duke will have something to bribe her with. She adores candy, but the sugar makes her worse than normal. You won’t get any sleep for days if you give it to her. Maybe the idea of fishing will be incentive enough.

“Thank you. I’m sure Miss Angie will enjoy it very much when you mention it.” Moreau says finally.

“Of that I have no doubt. If my expectations are correct, I’ll be purchasing a more personalized fishing rod soon enough. She expects nothing but the best. I suppose Donna and I spoil her in that way.”

“She wouldn’t handle not being spoiled.”

“Yes, well, Cassandra and Daniela rubbed off on her. Being the only doll capable of verbal communication and complex movement has given her an ego.”

“Of course. And what of Alcina and her daughters? Are they faring well?” Moreau asks, turning slightly to grab a drink of his own. You take the opportunity to dump out more water.

You open your mouth to make an easy quip, one you often make at home, before stopping yourself. The nature of Alcina’s relationship with her maiden is rather… concealed from Moreau. He’ll have no qualms, but Mother Miranda will if it gets back to her. To him, the maiden is just a close friend and advisor of Alcina’s.

“From her most recent call with Donna, I’m led to believe so. We may dine with them soon. Her advisor has suggested a more consistent meal plan in the castle that she is eager to show off.” You tell him, another smile creeping onto your face.

Though Donna was on the phone, you’d heard nearly all of it. Alcina likes to bemoan her maiden’s organizational tactics, but the fondness and pride in her voice speaks volumes. The invitation is tentative, but you are eager to go when the date is set. Meals in Castle Dimitrescu are divine, as is the conversation.

“How lovely. I do hope I’ll receive an invitation.” Moreau speaks. A tinge of sadness works its way into his voice.

“You will. It has been only a tentative invitation until Alcina has more of a plan. The menu for the evening is still being crafted to the needs of the Lords.” You assure.

Even if he never comes, the invitation will be sent and preparations made. His anxiety makes it nearly impossible to leave his home, but that doesn’t make the invite any less important. It is a small effort to make Moreau feel included.

“I understand. Alcina is very thorough.”

“Absolutely, she is,” You agree with a smile before leaning forward, like you were sharing a secret, “If I’m honest, I was surprised she let Donna know so soon. It is to be kept under wraps, but you won’t tell, of course? Not even Heisenburg is aware of this just yet.”

“Oh, I won’t tell a soul.” He agrees eagerly.

Moreau isn't the most pleasant to look at, but it does warm your heart to see him smile so genuinely. You are no stranger to the cruelty of Mother Miranda, but he’s never done anything to deserve this. He doesn’t deserve near-total abandonment or constant humiliation. Under all of the unpleasant symptoms, he is a decent man. Hope that one day she’ll see her ways prods your mind. You aren’t going to hold your breath.

The hands of your watch are past where they should be. You’ve given too much of your time away. With a polite, yet genuine smile, you stand from the seat.

“I’m sorry to leave so abruptly, but I’ve stayed longer than I intended to. I hope you’ll understand.”

“Of course. Good luck on your errands.” Moreau nods and stands, watching as you leave, calling after you, “I’ll return your films soon!”

You laugh under your breath, but don’t stop. To make it from the reservoir to Castle Dimitrescu, then home, will take almost all of your time. You only hope to return before it is too late. Donna will worry excessively and hole up in her workshop, losing control over her thoughts until they manifest into the baby.

The way back is easier now that you've traversed it. Landmarks stand out and guide your way, until you’re dipping back through the center of town. Your eyes glance over what you know; gates with various symbols leading to each Lord, well-used homes with crumbling foundations, and- wait, that can’t be right.

Sitting off to the side is a large wagon that you recognize. The Duke waves with a friendly smile. You’ve truly never seen him here on this day of the week, always holed up in Castle Dimitrescu on business.

You stop in surprise, before moving over to the open wagon, offering a pleasant smile of your own. He seems unphased by your evident confusion.

“Ah, Lady Y/N, how lovely to see you.”

“You as well, Duke. How is business?” You ask.

A gleam catches your eye, making you turn away from the Duke to look at it. Sitting on a shelf is a little tin doll. Peculiar. You lift it from the shelf, feeling the weight in your arms. Perhaps like Angie is to you and Donna, she’d like a doll of her own. With a little help from Heisenburg you could even give her some of the Cadou.

Where Donna’s dolls are porcelain and wood with cloth outfits, this doll is entirely metal. The dollmaker wouldn’t have to worry about outfitting her.

“Very busy today,” He smiles, then notices your interest, “I see Little Tin Thalia has caught your attention. A rare find, all the way from the States. Quite the unique treasure.”

“She’s brilliantly crafted. How did you come to acquire her?” You ask, running a finger gently over the doll’s appendages.

“A metalworker, long since passed, packed her away before his death. His great-granddaughter found her and she’s made her way to me. I thought she might catch your eye.”

His eyes twinkle with a knowing energy and you laugh, unable to deny his thoughts. She is a precious little thing. Areas along her surface are brown with rust, little scratches marring the metal. She is in desperate need of some love and care. It’s a perfect task for your family.

“How much for her?”

“For you? 500 lei.” He offers with a gesture of his hand.

You raise an eyebrow. It’s a bit steep for a doll made of tin, but you want her, and you aren’t in the mood to haggle. You tuck her in the crook of your arm, rifling in a pouch full of lei for the correct amount.

Adding on the money for your normal groceries, you hand it over in exchange for another bag of goods. You continue to browse on the off chance that something will stand out. Eventually you pluck a new movie from the shelf.

“I’m rather surprised to see you here today, Duke, Alcina normally has you in the castle all day.” You say, handing over the items for him to package.

“Quite right. I would have been there longer, had Lady Dimitrescu had the choice in keeping our meeting.”

The comment piques your interest. Alcina always keeps her meetings, unless someone is sick. Was one of her daughters ill again? The drafty castle doesn’t help them much during the winter months.

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m afraid Lady Dimitrescu had her hands rather full with an unwanted visitor. Perhaps you know him? He goes by the name of Ethan Winters.” He says, holding your now-wrapped items out to take.

You reach out to take them, stopping just short when the name grips your mind. Donna explained her meeting with the other Lords just the day before. Ethan’s daughter, Rosemary, was the perfect vessel for Mother Miranda’s daughter. Each Lord had been gifted a piece of her.

The flask had sent a shiver down your spine. How cruel it was to mutilate the child in such a way, but you held your tongue. You were powerless to change the situation.

Heisenburg had been left in charge of Ethan Winters. He must have failed for him to make it to Castle Dimitrescu, where he’d surely be- Your mind stops. The Duke’s words ring through you like a shot.

Alcina never misses a meeting. She always has a choice in whether to keep it or not. If she no longer had one… then that means…

You don’t bother to grab your items, turning on your heels and running in the direction of home. If the Dimitrescu family had fallen, then yours was next. Donna was next.

“Lady Y/N, your things!” The Duke calls.

“I’ll return for them!” You throw over your shoulder, not hesitating for a moment.

Donna is in no way as fragile as everyone thinks. Yes, she struggles in ways that the other Lords don’t, but she’s powerful in her abilities. Her way of bending minds would kill any normal man. But you’re quickly gathering that Ethan Winters is not normal, not in the slightest. You need to get to Donna before he does.

The snow beneath your feet is slippery, your legs kicking up behind you as you struggle to keep your footing. You fall forward a few times. The muscles in your arms suffer from the impacts of catching your weight, but you don’t stop. You won’t stop until you’re back in House Beneviento.

You shouldn’t have gone out today. How stupid, how foolish you are. They’re all in danger because you left.

Every muscle in your body screams with the exertion of running while fighting to keep a hold on the ground. You want to stop just for a moment, just to catch your breath. Your heart won’t let you. All you can feel is fear clawing at your composure, bit by bit.

If he was there, would Donna know that the person in the house wasn’t you? Would she be locked up inside her workshop, blocking out any input from her other dolls?

You try to pick up the pace.

The dolls you had so lovingly offered kisses earlier now vibrate as you pass. Whether from curiosity or fear, you don’t stop to find out. You do offer up a message, panting it out as you run.

“Tell Donna I’m coming!” You call out.

More than anything, you wish to have that direct line to her at this moment–the psychic link her dolls can communicate with her through. It’d make it so much easier than relying on your physical health and strength to get you home, only offering messages through her dolls. What were they thinking? What were they feeling?

Do they know what the situation is? Are they trying to tell you, in their own ways? Your heart can’t beat any faster, tensing and pulsating with the stress of the unknown. Muscles ache, craving a break, however small.

Your lungs are working overtime, throat burning and aching with the cold air you’re rapidly inhaling. It’s almost over. You’re nearly home, the outline of the roof becoming clearer through tree branches.

Nothing stands out as peculiar. The gardens lay untouched, nothing broken or marred by another presence. But the air feels still. Too still. While you move, the rest of the world is waiting for something, something you can’t understand.

Wooden stairs creak as you ascend them, slowly turning the knob on the front door. You let it swing back and reveal the living room. Everything is the same. Nothing is out of place, nothing is broken, just… lost in that perfect stillness. Maybe you worried for nothing. Your heart calms, a bolt of relief making you slouch.

Donna is probably still in bed, though Angie will be up and about somewhere. She loves the workshop almost as much as your beloved did; she loves to play that she is Donna, creating peculiar amalgamations of wood and porcelain from scraps.

Your heart stops when the stillness is broken by a scream.

It comes from your right, down a hallway lined with peeling wallpaper. The sound is drawn out and you run again. No snow slows you this time as you whip through the corners, throwing open the door the sound came from.

You can’t stop your shriek at the scene before you. That vile man, Ethan Winters, stands over your beloved Donna–a pair of shears have been buried in her skull and ripped away. Blood runs over the side of her face, but her eye looks at you. For just a second there is something behind it; love, fear, regret… all passing in an instant. Then her body drops to the floor, the impact like a punch to your gut.

“No, no… Donna,” You sob, shoving Ethan Winters aside to drop by her body. You cradle her head in your hands, hoping that she’ll show any sign of life, “Donna, wake up, please.”

Nothing.

No breath, blink, not even a tiny quirk of her lips. She’s gone. Your love is dead, staring past you without a glimmer of personality.

How could this be possible? It couldn’t be her time. You have so many plans, dreams that weren’t fulfilled. The fence near the cliff still needs to be fixed, a table and chairs already ordered from the Duke waiting in the shed. The three of you are supposed to enjoy the hot summer days out there. Angie would have run too close to the fence, but she’d never go too far, enticed by the lemonade and sandwiches spread on the table.

You had just purchased the wood to build new planter boxes for the windows. Donna’s dream of making her home a colorful, beautiful oasis during the warmer months… gone. Never to come true. Why her? Why Donna, whose only desire was to make the things around her beautiful?

Her cheeks would never flush with embarrassment or desire again, her lips would never be pulled into a smile. Angie would never tease her again. You’d never kiss her.

“Angie, darling, wake up… This isn’t a funny game,” You sob, gently shaking the doll in hopes of waking her, “You can have your surprise if you just wake up.”

No glee or maniacal giggles, no playful attempts to bite at your fingers. Just stillness. A silence that felt like it could slowly unravel you.

Everything you loved… dead.

A heavy breath reminds you of another presence. The sadness in you contorts into something worse, something overwhelming. You want to destroy Ethan Winters. You want to bury the same shears into his skull until it collapses–maybe then he’d feel an ounce of the pain Donna had, that you feel now.

“You did this!” You snarl, standing and throwing yourself at the man.

Ethan throws his arm out. It’s so fast that you don’t notice his weapon until the handle of his shears protrude from your chest. White-hot pain sends you to the floor, a choked cry leaving your lips. The blood pouring from the wound is almost more than your tears.

Your body is taut with adrenalin, a primal desire to fight or escape. But you can’t. There is no reason to, your only reasons lying across the room; lifeless. No more smiles or laughter, no more love pouring from them, filling you up like an empty glass.

Not caring any longer for what Ethan could do or even for the pain in your chest, you grip at the floorboards. You can barely breathe as you drag yourself across the room. The blood pouring from your wound stains your dress, vision going blurry.

Ethan watches in shock and confusion as you do this. Under your breath, in between pained gasps, he can hear you crying out a single word. A name. Donna. It doesn’t stop, even when you’re beside the body of the dead woman, clutching her.

You bury your face into her neck and shut your eyes. Her skin is still warm, but the scent of her is replaced with that of blood. Of decay. Something is missing. You’re ready to die, to meet her, but the scene is wrong.

Pulling Angie from behind Donna, you tuck the doll in your arms between the two of you. You hadn’t been able to protect her, protect them, when it mattered. But you will hold them now. In death, you’ll surround them with all your love. That is all you have to give.

“Donna, I’m sorry,” You whimper, pressing a kiss to her hairline, “I’m so sorry.”

You know deep in your heart that it shouldn’t be you apologizing. There was another, someone else who was meant to protect all of you. Protect the Dimitrescu family, protect your Donna and Angie. This blood is not on your hands.

As your eyes slip closed for the last time, one last breath leaving your lungs, the anger seeps from you. It becomes something more, something… promising. Attaching itself to Ethan Winters, it knows one thing, the only thing it needs to aid him in destroying the true evil; the same thought your mind echoes before your soul vanishes.

Mother Miranda abandoned us.

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