#bela Dimitrescu x you

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Reader helps throw a birthday party for Bela; things take a pleasant turn.

Just a silly short piece for Bela's birthday. Enjoy!

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[shogvnate]

Wicked and white, love me in spite. bela dimitrescu x f! reader

bela dimitrescu oneshot

slightly angsty, wholesome, yearning.

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hi it's my first writing post pls treat me nicely :D, also feel free to send your requests! i write for the women (bc i'm sapphic) but if u wanna request the dudes it's alright too, just don't put too much hope on it being posted 😭

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Bela Dimitrescu never felt this way towards anyone.

As the oldest out of her sisters and the heiress to her family's winery business, she would take over a lot more of the dirty work than them, leaving barely any time behind to focus on herself.

She was always overworked, always pressured to be the best.

Her mother always tells her,

"Bela, you are your sisters' role model," Alcina blew smoke from her lips, unamused at the way she lost her composure over a little squabble with her younger sister, Cassandra.

"Yes, mother." Bela kept her head low, rubbing her upper arm slightly.

"Don't disappoint me."

Bela aimed to be the perfect daughter, the perfect heiress but still, she was never enough. She knew she wasn't. But when she saw you and how accepting you were, her walls melted like an ice sculpture by the dawn of spring.

She'd like to believe you were foolish for saving her, but deep down she knew it wasn't true. She was thankful. Thankful that despite the villagers' harsh words for saving a potential murderer of their wives and daughters, you stayed and nursed her back to health.

You were like an angel, much more than Mother Miranda would ever be, that's for sure.

As you watered your garden, she wondered to herself, could you look at her with that expression? A soft smile gracing your angelic features and eyes gleaming with nothing but love. No wonder your garden was filled to the brim with colorful flowers, even Bela can tell they were happy with you.

Could she also feel that?

Dubbed as a monster, mad, and even heartless; could someone like that feel love?

Or was it just wistful thinking?

A vampire and a human never end well anyway.

It's depressing, it's... mortifying how none of them got their happy ending; or at least as far as she's aware of.

She sighed, and when she did, you finally noticed her watching you by the wooden fences.

Molten honeyed eyes burned the sight of the way your face lit up into the depth of her mind. If you could look at her like that everyday, she's sure to become the happiest woman alive.

You approached her, still holding your watering can. She could feel her dead heart hammering against her chest for a few seconds before returning to its silence as she smirked at you. Her heart ached for you, a pain that she was so used to that she grew numb to it.

"How have you been, Bela?"

Your voice, god, your voice.

Bela can just melt into your arms right then and there, but she must stop herself. She wasn't like Cassandra who will keep anyone she's interested in near. She was the opposite, she didn't want you near, she didn't like how you made her feel this way, and yet she always found herself watching you.

Hopeless that she can never tell you how she felt without making herself feel vulnerable.

"I've been faring well." She replied, "How… How have you been?"

"I'm doing good now that you're here." You smiled.

The two of you soon fell into silence as you started to water your plants, now with her company.

It was agonizing, being by your side. Knowing full well that there are countless men and women in the village that can easily snatch you away from her. You were kind and gentle, anyone can find that charming. Heck, her sisters could even steal you away from her easily.

Cassandra was silver-tongued and shameless, she can lure anyone into her grasp as easily as she can murder them.

Daniela was unpredictable and wild, but she was loving, and she was everything Bela was not.

You noticed how she spaced out, reaching a hand out to wipe the dried blood from her lips. Your touch was gentle and it dragged her down to reality.

The reality where you told her that you'll wait for her to be sure of her feelings. You'll wait for however long it takes for her to say those three words. The reality where you belonged to her and she belonged to you despite no other promises being spoken.

She leaned into your touch, her yellow eyes refusing to look at you directly.

But she knew you understood. You understood her better than anyone, better than herself.

You guided her back to your porch where she laid her head on your lap as you sat down, her hood coming off to reveal her long, albeit a little tangled blonde locks.

You thread your fingers through it, detangling it and removing the dried blood clinging to the beautiful strands.

"Bad day?" You asked, closing your eyes.

"..." She shifted on your lap, confirming that she indeed had a bad day. You didn't ask anymore, you knew she didn't like sharing about things that bothered her and that was okay. She needed time and time you will give.

One of her flies landed on your hand, and you noticed it. You chuckled lightly as another desperately pulled your free hand towards Bela, likely her consciousness acting without her control.

You stopped threading your fingers through her locks and she had to stop herself physically from letting out a disappointed whine, you placed your hand on her waist instead and she froze.

"You can stay for however long you'd like, Bela."

You watched as she closed her eyes, another tender smile blooming across your lips, one with more affection than before. Her cold hand grabbed a hold of your warm one, squeezing it before her breathing slowed. Your fingers rubbed her knuckles silently, the contrast between your temperatures was like day and night, dead and alive; and yet you loved it.

You drifted into sleep along with her, perfectly comfortable and content now that she at least stayed and not ran off the second she showed you anything remotely close to physical touch.

Hours later you finally woke up, slowly opening your eyes and stretching your numb arms.

Your lap was absent from her cold body, but what you instead found was a stunning inflorescence of forget-me-not. Did she steal it from your garden? You chuckled.

The blues were easy on your eyes, and the meaning behind it in the flower language made you smile fondly.

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"Oh, Bela."

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Stay Still - Bela Dimitrescu

Back again after another break (I’m so sorry) writers block keeps kicking my ass & also so does my overthinking when it comes to what I write. This is a little different, a Bela Dimitrescu oneshot? 🤔 I used to write oneshots for her, Cass & Dani (as well as Donna she’s so precious).

Since Avia released the full game of Resident Lover, I’ve had some inspiration (so thank u)

(This feels more like a blurb as it’s just a little over 500 words)

Summary: Bela let’s her girlfriend do her makeup.

Words: 560

Warnings: None, just fluff & a little suggestive

When Bela had told me I could do her make up I was excited.  She always does her own make-up which by the end of the day always gets smudged down her eyes, and the black lipstick she wears always covered in blood and smeared with it.

But honestly that made her look even hotter to me and I'd occasionally call her a 'hot mess' just to tease her about it. Bela' look is simple when she puts make-up on. Minimal coverage because she wants to keep the rose symbol that she got when she was turned visible. She always does a smoky eye look with black or grey, her cheeks have some blush to them and her nose, and her lipstick either black or a dark bloody looking red. Which I'm sure she made herself using a bit of blood.

I got Bela' make up kit that she owned and we decided to sit on the couch in her bedroom, I didn't bother getting dressed much, all I was wearing were a pair of panties and tank top that I slept in, whereas Bela wore a long black sundress with a corset as she got up bright and early before she came to wake me beside her. "Hold still Bela" I mentioned, I was just starting her smoky eye look on her, but the blonde wouldn't sit still. I could feel her eyes sometimes shifting to my body.

"Right, we're gonna have to do this another way" I mentioned and without warning I sat on Bela' lap, the blonde gave me a smirk, looking at my chest then back up to my eyes because I forced her with my thumb and index finger under her chin. "Sorry! Sorry. How do you expect me to not be distracted when my pretty girlfriend is sat on my lap, in next to nothing?!" Bela chuckled, a smirk following after.

"Let me finish this" I roll my eyes at the blonde. She sat still for at least another minute until I felt her hips move underneath me, making me shudder. "Bela! I'll ruin it. Just sit still" I warned her. But the blonde wasn't entirely fussed about it anymore. Not when Bela grabbed my wrist, took the make-up brush from my hand and threw it on the floor somewhere "Hey." I complained but when I saw the look in her eyes, it was hunger...and really I wasn't going to complain about that. 

I was about to get up and grab the makeup brush from the floor, but Bela' hand gripped my wrist even tighter, the blonde was strong and she wasn't going to let me go that easily. She gave me a rather serious look "where do you think you're going, Y/n?" She teased. I sighed "Was gonna get the brush, but I finished your eye shadow anyway." I knew that Bela' go to was mostly a smoky eye (It'll get ruined later anyway). Now what was left was the lipstick, which was going to get messy.

Not even five minutes later after I applied the black lipstick on Bela, it was already smudged. Most of it was smeared on my own lips, because Bela insisted on making out. I didn't complain and the blonde certainly didn't.

#bela dimitrescu #bela dimitreacu x reader #bela Dimitrescu x you #bela dimitrescu x fem!reader

[mishwanders]

Blood Pact {Bela Dimitrescu}: First Drop

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Vampire smut. Blood, teeth, and oral.

Blood Pact Master List

Snip… Snip…

‘Shit I’m going to be at this all day at this rate.’

It was a beautiful spring morning outside in the courtyard of the Dimitescu castle. You were the grounds keeper of the castle and your task this morning involved tending to the overgrown shrubbery and blooming trees. Your grandfather, the previous groundskeeper, had taught you everything you’d known about tending to the place before he stepped down from his position, and you learned how to keep everything perfectly splendid and tended to - just as the Lady of the Castle wanted.

You were elbows deep within the shrubbery, cutting off the dead twigs that were no longer producing leaves and had become rather unsightly. You couldn’t believe the damage that the frost had done to them this year. It seemed like it was getting worse with each winter.

“Hello?”

You were startled out of your thoughts by one of the maids who had a glass of water in her hand. That was odd, the maids typically never came outside. You stood up from your place, putting the dirtied gloves on the ground, and looking at the woman rather confused.

“What’s this?” You asked, taking the glass in hand and inspecting it.

“Something to cool you off with during your hard work.” She replied, taking out a slip of paper from her apron. “This is for you. Lady Bela asked me to give it to you along with the drink.”

You took it from her and looked at the paper, intrigued. The Dimitrescu daughters had their way of communicating with you without the knowledge of the maids, preferring to keep the relations with you in secret. So when you were presented with a note? You knew something was off about the situation. You lifted the glass to your lips, gulping down the water as you pocketed the note. You weren’t going to have a peak at it with a maid prying over your shoulder. When you were finished with the water you handed the glass back to her, wiping the remains from your lips.

“Thank you.” You said

The woman quickly took her leave from you, looking over her shoulder curiously as you knelt back down onto the ground, proceeding to prepare yourself for work again. Once she was out of the way you quickly took the note out of your pocket, reading what it contained.

“Meet me in the storeroom. - B”

You shook your head and crumpled it up in your hand, placing it in your pocket once again. You dawned on your gloves and returned to finishing up your duties before making your way down to the storeroom in secret. You glanced over your shoulder a few times, making sure no maids were watching you as you made your way into the storeroom. You didn’t need to be chewed out again by the maetron, she was already at the end of her rope with you, ready to kick you out if she had a say in it. But she didn’t and it was all thanks to the daughters of Lady Dimitrescu. They preferred your company over most, the reasons being that you weren’t afraid of them and their sharp teeth. You actually had a taste for pain, finding it to be tolerable when they latched on to you, finding it pleasurable when they did.

And oh, did they know how to dabble in pleasure.

When you were finally inside you looked around to find that no one was there, or at least, that’s what you thought. The sound of buzzing quickly reached your ears as flies began circling around you before finally forming into the figure that was Bela Dimitrescu.

“You like to keep a lady waiting, don’t you?” She asked

You turned to face her crossing your arms.

“I had work to do. You know I’d get in trouble if I didn’t get it done today. The matron would be on my ass if not.” You replied

“Oh please, we both know you’d like it that way.” She replied with a laugh.

“Only if it’s you.” You corrected with a smirk.

“That is true.” She said, moving in closer to you.

Bela looked at you like a snake ready to strike, but she moved gracefully through the wind. She was soon upon you, her chest pressed against yours, hands resting on the table as she pinned you between.

“Which brings me to why I asked you to be here. I need blood.”

“Then why don’t you take yourself down into the cellar?” You asked

“And get myself in trouble? Please, you know that’s not what I want.” She replied, eyes glancing down to your throat.

“Besides, yours tastes so much sweeter, especially after all of that hard work.”

You brought your hand up under her chin, forcing her to look into your eyes. You held her gaze for a moment, questioning her.

“Is that all I am to you? Just a snack to feast on when you want it?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I have more than one reason to keep you alive.” She replied, “And it’s not just because you bring me pretty flowers every so often.”

You let your hand fall away from her chin, gently pulling your collar away from your neck. You could see the change in Bela’s eyes at your action.

“Then take a bite if you’re so hungry.”

“No, no, I don’t want you like this.” She said, bringing her hands to your own, slowly trailing them up your arms.

“Aren’t you tired? I could help you unwind a bit. Consider it a treat from me to you.”

You mulled it over in your mind, drawing out the silence between you two for a moment longer. It was tempting, so very, very tempting.

“Alright, fine.” You replied, “but what exactly do you have in mind?”

She smiled at you, silently intertwining her hand in your hair.

“This.”

She pulled you into a feverish kiss, her lips cold as ice.Your hands reached up for her waist, gently bringing her body even closer to yours. She pulled roughly on your hair, forcing a groan to escape you. She chuckled against your lips, her eyes peering into yours with desire and lust.

“Get on the table.”

You did as you were told, hopping up onto the table and spreading your legs wide, allowing her to stand snuggly in between them. Your hands were placed on her cheeks, pulling her back into a fervent kiss. Her hands were already working at opening your buttoned down shirt, gloved hands snaking inside, caressing your bare skin. She left your lips, trailing down your jaw, to your neck. She smiled as she felt the blood flowing through your veins, pumping against her lips. But she wasn’t going to take a bite, not yet. She wanted to get you worked up, make you taste even sweeter. So she continued to make her way down your body, pressing you back to the wooden surface, practically on top of you now.

You brought your hands to the nape of her neck, pulling her in closer to you as she placed her lips on your chest, tongue dancing around your nipple, sharp teeth gently grazing it. A breathy moan escaped you, followed by a light chuckle from the tickling sensation of her hair draping down on you as she continued to move down your body, trailing kisses all the way to your belt. You made quick work of undoing it and Bela helped you get undressed before she finally settled herself onto her knees in between your legs, her cold lips placing frost bitten kisses up your warm thigh, making her way up to where you desperately wanted her to be. You looked down at her, seeing a hint of evil glee in her eyes, looking back up at you.

She wanted to devour you. It was terrifying and beautiful all at once.

You gave her a gentle nod to proceed and she didn’t wait a moment longer. Her cold lips were upon you, sending the shock through your body as pleasure quickly followed behind. You hissed out a moan at the sensations, squeezing your legs around her head in response, hands entangled in her hair. She hummed in approval - you were exactly where she wanted you.

Soon you relaxed into her touch, loosening up your grip as you melted into her, mouth agape as moans continued to escape past your lips. You looked down at her, seeing her eyes closed as she ravaged you, playing with you, playing with her food no less.

But god she looked so pretty doing it.

Bela could feel you staring and she smiled as she continued to devour you. Her gloved hands slid up your sides, finding their place on your chest, gently squeezing and thumbing your nipples. You let your head fall back towards the table, allow the moan to grow louder, angling your hips to push yourself deeper into her mouth, enjoying the sinful way she was making you feel as the pleasure continued to grow within your body. You felt it creeping closer, breath quickening, as your heart pounded in your chest. She could taste it on you, knowing you were almost ready for her to take her first bite.

“Bela -” You whispered, “Please don’t stop.”

She would have given you some kind of remark for your pitiful sounds, but she was hungry for you and she was going to keep playing with you until you were ready. It didn’t take much longer as your body began to seize against her, succumbing to her power. She ran her tongue along you, drinking you down like holy water. Her eyes caught sight of you lost in the blinding pleasure. She thought you were perfect.

Perfect for the kill.

She moved her lips over to your inner thigh, taking the first bite, sinking her teeth into your warm skin, opening up your vein. The blood rushed into her mouth, the flavor flowing over her tongue. Both of your sweetness mingled together on her tongue as it slid down her throat, bringing her warmth and pleasure. She moaned into your skin, drinking in more of you. She felt your grip on her hair slowly begin to loosen, your cries becoming more slurred. You were slowly falling unconscious and she knew she’d have to let you go soon. She took in one last drink of you before finally removing her teeth. Bela licked up the remains of your blood from the wound before standing up and wiping the blood from her lips, licking the last of it up from her thumb to make sure that none of it went to waste. She looked down at you in your blissed out state, smiling.

“Not bad, sweetness.”

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General

HCs about Bela, her sisters, the lords, and Miranda going on a road trip together - (RE Village)

HCs about Bela, her sisters, the lords, and Miranda going on a road trip together. Part 2 - (RE Village)

HCs about Bela and her sisters - (RE Village) 

Her reaction to the Carolina Reaper - (RE Village)

Gender ambiguous reader

Her reaction to her s/o dying - (RE Village)

HCs about dating Bela - (RE Village)

Bela reacting to a reader breaking into Castle Dimitrescu to kill her, but then finding themselves unable to because it turns out they knew her before she received her Cadou - (RE Village) 

Her reaction to her s/o asking her to dance - (RE Village)

Her reaction to the reader knitting her a sweater - (RE Village)

Her reaction to her s/o saying I love you for the first time - (RE Village) 

Her reaction to her s/o asking to do her makeup - (RE Village)

Her reaction to her s/o having a near-death experience - (RE Village) 

Her reaction to her s/o stealing her clothes - (RE Village) 

Her reaction to a s/o that does sleight of hand magic - (RE Village)

Meeting a reader with enhanced touch, taste, smell, and hearing - (RE Village)

Cuddling HCs about Bela - (RE Village)

Her reaction to her s/o calling her cute - (RE Village)

HCs about Bela helping celebrate her s/o’s birthday - (RE Village)

Bela with a s/o that likes to smother her face in kisses - (RE Village)

Her reaction to an entomologist s/o who has an extensive array of drawn specimens - (RE Village)

HCs about Bela with a s/o who’s chaotic and has a chainsaw hand - (RE Village)

Her reaction to a s/o that can turn into loads of spiders - (Village)

Bela being ordered to kill the reader by MM, but being unable to go through with it - (RE Village)

Her reaction to her s/o’s immense love for the Christmas season - (RE Village)

Fem reader

Short fic where the reader finds out that Bela’s been leaving her unsigned letters of admiration - (RE Village)

Her reaction to a s/o that drinks blood and can turn into others after doing so - (RE Village)

HCs about how Bela would propose to her s/o - (RE Village)

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#resident lover #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8 #incorrect resident evil village quotes #re8 incorrect quotes #mia winters x mc #mia winters x you #mia winters x y/n #mia winters x reader #mia winters #mother miranda x mc #bela dimitrescu x mc #daniela dimitrescu x mc

[zeleneagle]

No thoughts, only Bela This one took the longest out of my drawings so far but I think it came out well :)

#bela dimitrescu #fanart #myart #resident lover #resident evil village #bela dimitrescu x reader #also if you think that my artstyle is inconsistent. you would be right. i kinda just draw until it looks good

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General Headcanons

[Resident Evil Village] Dimitrescu Sisters x Female Reader || Bela Dimitrescu x Female Reader, Cassandra Dimitrescu x Female Reader, Daniela Dimitrescu x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.37k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: None.

[A/N]: Just general, personal headcanons I have of how the girls would be with their partner, as well as just general traits I think they would have. I'll probably add onto this over time when I think of more headcanons.

[A/N] #2: Image credits for Bela and Daniela belong to trippykatsuki on TikTok, and image credit for Cassandra belongs to DigitalZky on NexusMods.

Enjoy!

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General

I wholeheartedly believe the three of them have fangs–I mean, they’re essentially cannibalistic vampires, so they’d need sharper teeth for tearing and draining/drinking blood (in an easier way)

Definitely love heat, considering their weakness

Will huddle up against each other, their mother, or their partners if they feel even the slightest breeze

Anyone close to them that provides body heat instantly becomes their personal hot water bottle, especially during winter

Y’know how they can control their individual flies / small groups of their flies?

I can totally see them indirectly letting certain ones buzz louder when they get excited or cheerful over something

It’s essentially like they’re purring / vibrating with joy

Like, compliment them? Gift them something they were wanting? Make them feel special in any way?

They’re purring buzzing

Definitely competitive with one another

They’re siblings, after all

They 100% bicker constantly, but they love each other dearly

When they have someone in their life romantically, they all develop this kind of possessive/overprotective tendency. By that, I mean they don’t like to share their lover. They refuse to allow any kind of addition to the relationship–no way will they let a third person become a part of their relationship with their girlfriend

[Individual preferences under the cut]

Bela

General

She’s known as the most cold, levelheaded of her sisters

However, I am a firm believer that she is the most touch-starved of her sisters

She’s constantly seeking praise and approval from her mother, but since she’s held to such a high standard, I get the feeling she worries about not doing enough

Because of this, she’s often buried in paperwork in her study, away from her family

Daniela definitely gives everyone in her family hugs whenever, but that’s all the physical contact she’s likely used to receiving in an affectionate manner

Don’t get me wrong, Alcina absolutely holds her and comforts her physically when she needs it–especially if she and her sisters have barged into her room to ask about sleeping in her bed with her at night–but Bela would probably try to handle her emotions on her own

Doesn’t swoon over fancy gifts, but isn’t against them either

She appreciates them, just worries there’s no practical use for them

Aside from craving physical affection, she undoubtedly loves words of affirmation / praise

Saying the right thing will make her feel all mushy inside, regardless of how well she’s able to hide it

She’s become an expert at winning arguments after having so many with her sisters

You will not win an argument against her

She’s patient and thinks things through, even if it’s something trivial

It’s hard to get her riled up, unless, of course, her family is brought into it in a way she deems as threatening

She’ll still seem relatively calm, but you’d be able to tell when something really got under her skin

She kind of, like, bristles in a way that only those closest to her can notice

Loves all kinds of forms of art

Reading provides a way for her mind to focus and calm down, as well as give her something to bond over with Daniela

Reading also comes in handy when she’s trying to research something or find a way to make something easier

Sketching and painting allows her to spend more time with her mother and be more like her, and it’s clear just how much she admires and loves Alcina

She is 100% a mama’s girl

Sketching specifically gives her a way to visualize things, such as new equipment, experiments, measurements, etc., and it allows her to do so on any surface in front of her

Crafting and sculpting helps connect further with Cassandra, who is more than happy to share tips on creating and designing weapons and small sheaths to fit them in

Designing the weapons on paper is another way she gets to incorporate her sketching skills, as well as fulfill her need to plan things out ahead of time

She loves anything that helps her grow closer to her family

It’s a bonus that those activities also help strengthen her mind

I find her to be the type who loves music. I think she’d know multiple instruments, considering how long she’s been alive, and she’s definitely written her own sheet music on more than one occasion

Willing to try anything more than once, so long as she deems it to be calming or practical

Overall, she loves spending time connecting with her mother and sisters, but it can be hard for her to when she spends so much time working alone in her study

Romantic

Relating to what I said above, I honestly think Bela’s the most inexperienced with romance

She understands how it works, and she knows what’s important for a relationship to be healthy, she just never took much of an interest

Instead, she spends most of her time improving her skills and working under her mother, preparing herself for when she takes over the family winery

You’ll have to be patient with her in the beginning, as she’s not sure what to do with the more physical side of things

Yes, she is touch-starved, but it will still take time for her to adjust if you’re one who likes to cuddle or hug a lot

It’s not really that she’s shy about it, she just isn’t used to it

Once she does finally grow comfortable with it, she’ll start initiating touches herself, albeit very slowly: holding hands when walking around in the garden, linking arms when taking a stroll in the village in the warmer seasons, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek or lips when she feels the moment is right, pulling you into a hug when you want/need it

When she gets even more comfortable with physical touch, she’ll start progressing her boldness: cuddling up together in bed or on a sofa when reading, her kisses and hugs will linger and feel more loving and passionate, and she’ll even hold you and / or spoon against you when sleeping at night

She’ll also find that she loves to do smaller motions such as caress your face, stroke your hair, or trace random patterns on your arms, back, and shoulders

She’s a patient lover, and will do whatever she can to make things work

Slowly, she’ll learn how to get better at expressing her emotions instead of trying to work through them all on her own

Please pull her away from her work more often–poor girl needs to get some sleep

Maybe tell her there’s something you want to try out in the garden or the village like having a picnic or even just visit a friend for lunch

She’ll be stubborn about it, telling you how she needs to finish her work, but if you press her long enough, she’ll give in under the condition that it doesn’t take away too much of her time

So long as she enjoys the evening, however, she won’t be upset with how long she was away from her work

She’ll even thank you the majority of the time

She may accidentally find herself scolding you the way she does with her sisters, but once she catches onto her actions, she’ll quickly draw back and apologize, shifting her tone to speak to you properly

By this, I mean she’ll go from nagging you about something you said or did as if you were a child, the same way she treats her sisters at times, to sitting down with you to talk like rational adults, instead seeming more concerned than annoyed

Speaking of her sisters, she’ll definitely back you up if you somehow find yourself arguing with one of them

As long as you aren’t completely in the wrong, anyway

But sometimes she backs you up just because Cassandra and herself got into an argument recently, or because she just wants to get under Daniela’s skin and tease her a bit

She’ll show interest in your hobbies and might even dabble in a few herself if she hasn’t already

Might even drag you into the room when she’s spending time with her sisters so you can pick up their hobbies as well

She loves learning anything and everything about her partner

Definitely the type to research whatever her partner is interested in / passionate about, so she can share more about it with her and show that she genuinely cares

Dates with her appear simple, but each little factor is carefully planned, including what kind of flowers may be used, what meal is prepared, and even just the color of the outfit she chooses to wear

In short, she absolutely loves and adores her partner, would do anything for her, and is constantly making mental notes on every interest or compliment thrown her way. It takes time for her to get adjusted to the more intimate sides of a relationship, but with patience, she’ll be the kindest and most understanding partner one could have

Cassandra

General

She comes across as aggressive and sadistic to everyone outside of her family, but her sisters and mother know she actually has a much softer side. She just doesn’t like to show it

To me, she comes across as someone who feels like she has to protect her family from any potential threats, ultimately deeming herself as the defender

Still, the sadistic part of her is no joke. She loves to toy with her prey and taunt them all the way up until their dying breath

It thrills her

She and Daniela definitely cause mayhem together, much to Bela and Alcina’s dismay

They’ll often play pranks on their older sister together, laughing hysterically when they both run away from the eldest when she gives chase

When Alcina is scolding her and Daniela, they’ll listen silently, promising to not repeat whatever they pulled

When Bela is scolding them, however, they can’t help but snicker and mock her when she turns around, all in good fun of course. They love Bela and look up to her, but they’re all still sisters, and they don’t try to hide it

As said above in Bela’s section, I–along with plenty of other people in the fandom–believe that Cassandra designs and creates her own collection of weapons

The ones she’s proudest of will end up being displayed on the walls in her room, and the rest will stay in the armory for her to try and improve on later

As well as the groups of weapons in her room, she also keeps collections of her trophies from each of her hunts: skulls, teeth, bones, antlers, etc.

I don’t think she’s as restless as her younger sister Daniela, but I do still find myself picturing her constantly fidgeting with something, whether it be her dress, her necklace, or even her own fingers

Because of this, I feel like she’d pick up other hobbies that would sort of force her to slow down and focus on specific motions

Crocheting, knitting, sculpting (as mentioned above), picking up some sort of instrument, etc.. These help her steady her hands and prevent straining them

It’s not that she’s anxious, she just has built up energy–specifically during the colder months when she can’t go out to hunt and channel her anger

I mean, during the whole sequence in the game where they drag you into Alcina’s chambers to determine what to do with you, she’s moving around the entire time, likely because she’s excited about how they’re going to deal with Ethan

She’s kind of swaying side to side in the cutscene

I do know, though, that she can still herself when she wants to. It’s hard to hunt living prey if you’re constantly moving around

I know during the gameplay, when you’re fighting her, she definitely might seem reckless, but there are two reasons for that: for starters, she’s trying to kill the player after being exposed to her weakness, meaning she wants to end things quickly before she’s able to retreat to safety

Two, by that point, the player already has killed Bela, and in some instances, they’ve already killed Daniela. She’s no doubt enraged that she wasn’t able to defend her sisters, as I said at the beginning. She’s furious at Ethan, and she wants to tear him to pieces

Even so, she still managed to stay coordinated and calculates her movements

She still has some sense of restraint, which is clear from the way she seems to stalk Ethan here and there to determine which direction he’s headed in. This way, she doesn’t lunge at him and put herself in a far more vulnerable position

She wants to make her mother proud, and she wants to defend her family, so when she finds that she wasn’t able to protect her sisters, she more than likely feels as though she failed on both accounts

Ultimately, she’s still very outgoing and sadistic, but I can definitely see a much softer side to her: one where she feels responsible for the wellbeing of her family, and then feels as if she failed when she can’t live up to those standards that she put on herself

Romantic

Contrary to what the majority of the fandom seems to think, I actually believe Cassandra would be an excellent partner

She is sadistic, yes, that’s obvious. However, as I explained above, she has a softer side. If she finds that she’s grown to like someone, especially romantically, that feeling of defensiveness seeps into her relationship as well

Not really one to initiate physical touch beyond holding her partner or pressing a quick kiss to her lips, but she’s also not one to shy away from it by any means. She’s down to try pretty much anything you’d like, unless it involves adding someone else into the mix

She’s definitely a possessive partner in certain aspects, and by that I mean she wants the relationship to only involve her and her lover. Not open to the idea of poly-relationships, but in all fairness, neither of her sisters are either. They’re all loyal and devoted to one special someone, and they all expect their partner to be as well (they only want your eyes on them--no one else)

On a different note, she loves dragging you into the pranks she pulls on her sisters

When Daniela is involved as well, things get more chaotic, and even though Bela makes sure you get dragged into her lecture as well, you and her younger sisters always end up having a good time

It’s one way that you started getting closer to both Cassandra and Daniela, which made both of them happy. Cassandra because you were getting along with her family, and Daniela because she essentially thinks of you as another sister–aka, someone to get into shenanigans with, but also someone new she could love as her own kind

Cassandra definitely might find it hard to pick up on certain cues, but so long as you let her know what you’re comfortable with and what you’re not, she’ll respect it

Don’t want her holding or kissing you during certain times, such as when you’re upset? Just want to be left alone? She’ll respect it, but she always makes sure you have what you need–after an hour or two, if you’re still wanting space, she’ll slip into the room momentarily to give you water and maybe something to snack on or fidget with. She’ll ask if you’re feeling any better and listen intently before heading out again

She’ll do this every hour or so until you’re ready for her to be near again

When you do let her close after calming down, she’ll do whatever it is you need: hold you, listen to you, offer words of encouragement, crack a joke, anything

She won’t push your boundaries, but she’ll keep an eye on you at all times until she’s sure you’re in a far better mood. She wants to make sure you don’t relapse into your sorrow

If you do, she’ll make sure you’re still taken care of until you’re better

She isn’t shy about linking arms or leaning against you/letting you lean against her around others, even around her sisters, who definitely tease her for it

When in bed, however, she strikes me as the type who likes to sleep on top of her partner for two reasons: one, because your body heat helps lull her into a deeper slumber, and two, because, again, she wants to protect her loved ones. She feels that lying on top of you gives her a better way to defend you at night

An added bonus of sleeping like this: she gets to listen to your heartbeat all night long, another sound that greatly comforts her

When winter comes, she’ll light the hearth in her room before bundling up with you under the blankets for an extra source of warmth and softness

During times like those, when you two are alone in her room, she’ll happily talk about her trophies and self-made weaponry she’s decorated her walls with. After some time talking about the knives she keeps on her desk, she’ll even offer to teach you how to create one of your own and use it to defend yourself in case she’s not around

Overall, she’s a very understanding partner, it just takes a bit of extra communication for her to know what you may or may not need. She’s very devoted to you, and she’ll essentially become your defender as well, though she’s not afraid to show affection towards you so you know she’s proud to be seen with you

Daniela

General

Daniela is absolutely the wildest of her sisters in terms of energy, but she also can be the kindest and friendliest of her older siblings

She gets along with people really well, but she still definitely has a more sadistic side to her personality, hence the reason she’s likely the one who brings the most maids down into the cellar for punishment

Not necessarily because she’s easily set off, nor because she’s overly reckless, but because she really enjoys causing chaos, which she partakes in with Cassandra most of the time as a strange way of bonding

Messiest of her sisters in terms of how she punishes the maids, as well as how she eats, talks, and thinks, but she still comes across as the sweetest of the three

Like most younger siblings, she looks up to her older sisters, especially Bela

She tries to be like them in some aspects, which I’ll elaborate on, but she also likes implementing parts of herself into things as well–essentially putting her own spin on things she’s been inspired to do or try

When I say she tries to be like her sisters, I’m talking about her mannerisms: how she holds herself in the presence of certain people, how she stalks and takes care of her prey, how she speaks to the maids when they’ve made a mistake, etc.

This can be seen in the actual game itself, but someone has already described it really well, so I’ll link it here

However, she definitely does put her own spin on things, whether it be physically (how she moves around the room before striking), verbally (how she speaks to others, aka, her flirty tone), or emotionally (the tone she uses when trying to achieve something)

An obvious hobby of hers, based on gameplay anyway, is reading. She locks herself in the library to read very often

I can definitely see her writing her own stories and possibly even her own poems, though. I also feel like Bela has tried out poetry as well, so this would be something else that the two of them could bond over as well, on top of reading

She loves when she gets to spend time with her family, especially her sisters, so whenever she sees an opportunity where she can bond with them, she takes it–even if it just means sitting in the same room as them for a certain amount of time

A social butterfly, Daniela isn’t afraid to greet strangers or try to strike up a conversation with someone when she goes out into the village to shop for new books

Granted, she tends to freak some people out, considering her family’s reputation and how energetic she can come across as, but nevertheless, she still is more than happy to talk to others and get to know them

Although she is very outgoing and likely a bubbly person, she definitely has moments where she wants to be alone. It’s either because she wants to escape from an argument she may have gotten into with her sisters, has gotten overwhelmed when someone else is arguing loudly, there’s too much noise nearby, or she just wants to take some time to herself to read

Often, disregarding the colder months, she can be seen at the Duke’s shop looking for new books

Her room definitely has shelves with those books in case she doesn’t feel like moving to the library or wants to read in the comfort of her bed, but I can see her having other things as well

Has a section of one of her walls dedicated to letters, photos, or drawings she’s made or shared with her family, all of which have small notes to recall where they originated from

Another wall, the one where her study is kept, is littered with the poems or rough drafts for stories she’s written recently. There are also likely a couple of books there for her to reference or gain inspiration from while writing

Out of all of her family, I feel like she has the broadest taste in music. Next to her desk, tucked away in the corner, she has a record player she purchased one year from the Duke, as well as a small collection of different records that she switches between randomly. She’ll often play certain albums while reading or writing, just so there’s some sort of noise in the background if it’s been a particularly stressful day

Romantic

So, Daniela definitely may struggle with certain boundaries in a relationship, but it’s because her love language is absolutely physical affection–she loves to hug, kiss, and cuddle with her partner at any given chance

If you’re the first one to initiate any form of intimacy–kiss her on the cheek or lips, lean into her for an embrace or to link arms, even something as simple as linking your fingers together when walking around or sitting together–she’ll completely melt

Like, a full on cheesy grin with a slight blush creeping up to her ears

She just looks so proud

However, with a little bit of time a patience, she’ll finally find ways to cope with having to give you space as well

It’s not necessarily because it’s the end of the world for her if she can’t touch you somehow, it’s just that she’s used to being close to you all the time, so she’ll have to adjust when you ask for some space

When you’re wanting to be alone for a bit, she’ll busy herself with writing you a letter or note of some kind that she can give to you once you’re ready for her to be close again

She’s absolutely the cuddlebug in her family: she’ll cuddle you whenever, so long as you’re comfortable with it

She’ll cuddle you when reading, when listening to music, when talking, and 100% cuddles with you when the two of you are asleep

I can see her finding any cuddling position suitable–she just wants to be close to you in one way or another

She, like her sisters, loves warmth and is drawn to your body heat

And while she can easily hear your heartbeat from a mile away, she still loves to press her ear up against your chest whenever to hear it directly next to her

On top of the cuddles, she also loves to hug you, no matter the reason

You’re sad? Hugs. You’re happy? Hugs. You’re confused? Hugs. Doesn’t matter what’s happening, she just loves hugging you

She also really loves being able to kiss you, all under the same circumstances as above

Out of the three of them, Daniela is definitely the most touchy and emotional one

However, she knows when she needs to be the reliable one. She knows there’s a time and place for her affection, emotions, and overall attitude

You’re her rock, and she wants to be that for you as well

You keep her grounded when she starts to get too overwhelmed, and she loves that you do so much for her. She wants to return the favor, even if she’s not entirely sure how

She’s fully capable of being the partner you need

She knows there’s more to a relationship than just pure romance–it takes time, patience, understanding, communication, and so much more–and she knows things won’t always be easy like they are in the romance novels she tends to be drawn toward

However, she’s also willing to stick it out and stay by your side

She loves you so much, and she wants to give you everything. She wants to give you the world, no matter the cost.

Ask anything of her, and she’ll do everything in her power to get it for you

She’s aware that sometimes she can be a bit much to others–in terms of her outlook on things and her level of energy–but she just hopes you’ll stand by her with pride the way she does with you

You, like her family, mean everything to her, and she just wants you to be happy and feel loved and appreciated

In short, Daniela is a very touchy partner, one who constantly wants to be near you. She loves spending all of her time with you. Even when you ask for space, she’s doing something for you: she’s pulling strength from the time spent on her hobbies to write you a poem or letter that she hopes will cheer you up even more when you let her near you again. She can be patient and strong when you need her to be. Without fail, she’ll always find a way to make you smile and laugh. You’re her world, her lover, her family, and she’ll do anything for you

Wanted to take a small break from posting three stories per character to come back to these three and show them a little more love. I haven’t been seeing much content for them since the fandom has already kind of died, so I just wanted to add this here until I fully come back to them. As of now, I still have eleven more people I’m wanting to write for, so it’s definitely going to be a while.

I liked writing this as a little breather though, so I may do this again in between characters (there are a lot, please bear with me).

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The maids shouldn’t have left their fan fiction out 👀

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Blood and Broken Art

Mother Miranda x Fem!Dimitrescu Reader

TW: Self Harm, Isolation, Rumination, ED Behaviors

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In the opulent halls of Castle Dimitrescu, amidst the grandeur of its ancient walls and towering architecture, Y/N, the youngest daughter of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, found herself embroiled in a situation that would test the bonds of family and forgiveness.

Y/N had always felt a certain distance between herself and her mother, Lady Alcina. While she shared a deep connection with her sisters, Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela, her relationship with her mother was strained, marred by a perceived lack of understanding and acceptance.

One fateful afternoon, as the sisters engaged in a lively game within the confines of their lavish abode, a mishap occurred involving some of Lady Alcina's most cherished art pieces. Panic seized the room as the delicate sculptures and paintings tumbled to the ground, shattering into irreparable fragments.

Lady Alcina's regal presence filled the room as she swept in, her gaze sharp and unforgiving. "What has happened here?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the air like a whip.

Y/N stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest, as her mother's accusatory eyes bore into her. "It... it was an accident, Mother," she stammered, her words barely audible amidst the chaos.

Lady Alcina's expression darkened, her disappointment palpable. "You dare to defile my belongings with your careless antics?" she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain.

Y/N's protests fell on deaf ears as Lady Alcina delivered her judgment. "You are grounded, Y/N," she declared, her tone final. "You will not leave this castle, attend meetings, or partake in hunts until further notice."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes as she tried to plead her innocence, but her mother's stern gaze silenced her. In that moment, she felt a crushing weight settle upon her shoulders, the weight of her mother's disapproval and the burden of her own perceived inadequacy.

"It wasn't my fault," Y/N whispered, her voice barely a whisper, but Lady Alcina's sharp retort sliced through the air like a blade.

"Enough!" Lady Alcina snapped, her words a harsh rebuke that echoed off the walls of the chamber. And with that, she turned and swept out of the room, leaving Y/N alone with her shattered emotions.

As Y/N retreated to her chambers, her heart heavy with sorrow, she couldn't help but wonder if her mother would ever see her for who she truly was, beyond her perceived flaws and failings. And as the days turned into weeks, the distance between them seemed to grow ever wider, a gaping chasm that threatened to swallow them both whole.

As the sun rose on a new day, casting its golden rays across the vast expanse of Castle Dimitrescu, Daniela, Bela, and Cassandra found themselves filled with a sense of unease. The events of the previous day weighed heavily on their minds, and they were determined to mend the rift that had formed between them and their youngest sister, Y/N.

With hesitant steps, they made their way to Y/N's chambers, their hearts heavy with worry. Pushing open the ornate door, they found Y/N sitting by the window, her gaze fixed on the horizon beyond. Her expression was distant, lost in a sea of swirling thoughts.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Bela's voice broke the silence, her concern evident in the furrow of her brow.

Y/N nodded faintly, but her eyes betrayed the turmoil within. Daniela and Cassandra exchanged a worried glance, silently communicating their shared concern for their sister's well-being.

"We thought we could do something fun together," Cassandra suggested, her voice tinged with hope, but Y/N's response was lukewarm at best.

"I'm... I'm just tired," Y/N murmured, her words lacking conviction as she forced a smile that failed to reach her eyes.

Bela's skepticism was palpable as she pressed for answers, but Y/N's excuses fell flat, leaving a lingering sense of unease in the air.

Reluctantly, the sisters left Y/N to her solitude, their hearts heavy with a mixture of confusion and sadness. Y/N watched them go, a hollow ache gnawing at her chest as she sank onto her bed, the weight of her emotions threatening to consume her.

Alone in the dimly lit chamber, Y/N allowed herself to succumb to the overwhelming exhaustion that weighed heavily upon her, her tears staining the pillow beneath her head as she drifted into an uneasy slumber, her dreams haunted by the specter of her mother's disapproval.

The library of Castle Dimitrescu stood in solemn silence, its shelves lined with ancient tomes and forbidden knowledge. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, regal and imposing, sat at the head of the room, her daughters gathered before her like obedient subjects awaiting her decree.

"Where is Y/N?" Lady Alcina inquired, her voice cutting through the hushed atmosphere like a whip. Bela hesitated for a moment before reluctantly divulging Y/N's recent behavior, her words tinged with apprehension.

Lady Alcina's brow furrowed in displeasure as she rose from her seat, a sense of purpose driving her actions. Without another word, she swept out of the library, her determination unyielding as she made her way to Y/N's chambers.

Barging into the dimly lit room, Lady Alcina wasted no time in rousing her youngest daughter from her troubled slumber. "Y/N, you need to come to the library. Your sisters are waiting," she declared, her tone brooking no argument.

Y/N said nothing, her silence a palpable weight in the air as she complied with her mother's command, her movements slow and listless as she followed Lady Alcina to the library.

Upon their arrival, Lady Alcina wasted no time in addressing her daughters, her demeanor stern and unwavering. "Mother Miranda will be arriving for an important meeting tomorrow," she announced, her words laden with significance.

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela nodded in understanding, their expressions somber as they absorbed the gravity of the situation. As they began to take their leave, Lady Alcina's commanding voice halted them in their tracks.

"Not you, Y/N. You will stay," Lady Alcina commanded, her gaze piercing as she fixed her daughter with a steely glare.

Y/N's heart clenched at her mother's words, the weight of her disapproval bearing down upon her like a leaden shroud. Tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to spill over, but she refused to let them fall, her resolve unyielding.

Lady Alcina's voice was cold and cutting as she reprimanded her daughter, listing off her recent transgressions with a sense of disdain that cut Y/N to the core. Each word was like a dagger to her already wounded heart, leaving her feeling small and insignificant in the face of her mother's displeasure.

"I don't want any more trouble from you tonight, Y/N," Lady Alcina admonished, her tone final. "If there are any more incidents, there will be severe consequences."

Y/N's throat constricted with emotion, her chest tight with the weight of unspoken words and unshed tears. But she remained silent, her gaze fixed firmly on the ground beneath her feet as she struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging within her.

Alone in the suffocating silence of her chamber, Y/N felt the weight of her mother's words pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. With trembling hands, she retreated to the solitude of her bathroom, seeking solace in the familiar embrace of pain.

Fingers trembling, she reached for the razor blade tucked away in the depths of her drawer, the glint of metal catching the dim light of the room. Without hesitation, she dragged the blade across her skin, the sharp sting of pain offering a fleeting reprieve from the turmoil raging within.

As crimson droplets welled to the surface, tracing a macabre dance along her flesh, Y/N felt a sense of release wash over her, the physical pain a welcome distraction from the emotional torment that threatened to consume her whole.

With practiced precision, she tended to her wounds, cleansing them with meticulous care, the sting of antiseptic a cruel reminder of her own fragility. But even as she patched herself up, she couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of emptiness that gnawed at her insides.

Lost in the haze of her own thoughts, Y/N lost track of time, the minutes slipping through her fingers like grains of sand. It wasn't until she emerged from the bathroom, her skin raw and tender, that she realized just how much time had passed.

The clock on the wall taunted her with its relentless ticking, a stark reminder of the hours wasted in the throes of her own despair. With a heavy heart, she made her way to her bed, the weight of exhaustion pulling her down into its comforting embrace.

Cocooned in the darkness of her room, Y/N succumbed to the pull of sleep, her dreams haunted by the echoes of her mother's disapproval and the cruel whispers of her own self-doubt. And as she drifted into the depths of unconsciousness, the pain that had once been her refuge now served as a cruel reminder of the demons that lurked within.

The next day arrived with an air of anticipation within Castle Dimitrescu. The maids bustled about, preparing the grand halls for the impending meeting with Mother Miranda. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, tall and imposing, oversaw the preparations with a stern gaze, ensuring that everything was in perfect order.

As the morning sunlight filtered through the grand windows, Lady Dimitrescu turned her attention to her daughters, instructing Bela to fetch Y/N for breakfast. Bela nodded obediently, her mind filled with a sense of unease after the events of the previous day.

Entering Y/N's room, Bela found her sister still entwined in the tendrils of sleep. "Y/N, Mother said it's time for breakfast," she announced, her voice a gentle wake-up call.

Y/N stirred, her eyes heavy with the weight of unspoken troubles. "I'm not hungry. You all can eat without me," she murmured, her words carrying the echo of a distant sadness.

Bela hesitated, a knot forming in her stomach. "Are you sure? You should join us," she urged, concern etching her features.

Y/N managed a weak smile, but it failed to reach her eyes. "I'm just not in the mood. Go ahead without me," she insisted, her tone final.

Feeling a sense of discomfort gnawing at her, Bela reluctantly left Y/N's room and returned to the dining room, where her mother and sisters awaited. Lady Dimitrescu raised an inquisitive eyebrow as Bela entered alone, the absence of her youngest daughter not going unnoticed.

"Where is Y/N?" Lady Dimitrescu inquired, her voice carrying a hint of impatience.

Bela shifted uncomfortably, a sense of responsibility weighing on her shoulders. "Y/N said she's not hungry. She told me we could eat without her," she confessed, her gaze falling to the floor.

A sigh escaped Lady Dimitrescu's lips as she absorbed the information. "Very well. If she's hungry, she'll join us later," she declared, dismissing the matter with a wave of her hand.

The family continued their breakfast in relative silence, the absence of Y/N lingering like a specter in the room. Bela couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was amiss, but she resisted probing further, trusting that Y/N would approach them if she needed to.

The grandeur of the castle seemed to amplify the quiet tension that hung in the air as they awaited Mother Miranda's arrival. Unbeknownst to the others, Y/N remained secluded in her room, grappling with the shadows that clung to her soul, wrestling with emotions that threatened to consume her whole.

The day unfolded with an air of anticipation within Castle Dimitrescu, each member of the family and the maids tirelessly preparing for the imminent visit of Mother Miranda. The grandeur of the castle seemed to echo with the quiet hum of tension, the servants scurrying about to ensure everything met Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's exacting standards.

Unbeknownst to the others, Y/N found herself ensnared in the clutches of her own private torment. Secluded in the confines of her bathroom, the familiar glint of a razor blade became both ally and adversary. As she traced the blade across her skin, the ritual offered a fleeting escape from the suffocating weight of her emotions.

Midway through her desperate act, a sudden knock on her door sent a shockwave of panic through Y/N. Startled, she hastily hid the evidence, assuring the intruder she would be out in a minute.

After cleaning herself up, Y/N emerged from the bathroom, her eyes betraying the turmoil within. Daniela stood in the hallway, concern etched on her face. "Mother Miranda will be here any minute. Alcina wants us all downstairs when she arrives," Daniela informed her, her voice a mix of urgency and worry.

Nodding silently, Y/N followed Daniela down the sweeping staircase, the grandeur of the castle becoming a cold backdrop to her inner struggle. Bela, Cassandra, and Lady Dimitrescu awaited them in the opulent foyer, the air thick with tension.

As Y/N descended, Lady Alcina's discerning eyes immediately fixated on her, a critical gaze that felt like a spotlight, exposing her vulnerabilities. A snippy comment escaped Alcina's lips about the time it took for Y/N to join them, her words carrying a sting that cut through the already tense atmosphere.

Y/N's shoulders hunched, an instinctive attempt to make herself smaller in the face of her mother's disapproval. She kept her gaze lowered, avoiding eye contact, as a heavy silence settled over the room. The weight of Alcina's words echoed in her mind, drowning out the preparations for Mother Miranda's arrival.

The impending meeting with Mother Miranda, meant to be a momentous occasion for the Dimitrescu family, became a battleground of emotions for Y/N. Each step felt like wading through treacherous waters, the shadows of her own struggles threatening to engulf her in the presence of those who were oblivious to her silent cries for help.

As the grand doors of Castle Dimitrescu swung open, heralding the arrival of Mother Miranda, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, regal and composed, stepped forward to greet her esteemed guest, her daughters Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra flanking her side.

Y/N lingered in the shadows, a silent observer to the reunion unfolding before her. She watched as her mother exchanged pleasantries with Mother Miranda, her heart heavy with a mixture of admiration and apprehension.

Mother Miranda's keen gaze swept across the room, pausing momentarily as her eyes fell upon Y/N. Sensing the weight of her scrutiny, Y/N instinctively recoiled, retreating further into the shadows in an attempt to go unnoticed.

But Mother Miranda was not one to overlook those in need, especially not someone she had known since childhood. With a gentle smile, she excused herself from the conversation and made her way to where Y/N stood, her presence a beacon of warmth in the cold expanse of the castle.

"My dear Y/N, how are you?" Mother Miranda inquired, her voice soft and reassuring as she gently cupped Y/N's face in her hands.

Y/N felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks at Mother Miranda's touch, her heart fluttering in her chest. "I-I'm fine, thank you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mother Miranda's eyes softened with concern as she pulled Y/N into a tender embrace, the warmth of her embrace a balm to Y/N's troubled soul. "You know you can always come to me if you need anything, my dear," she murmured, her words a soothing melody in the midst of chaos.

Y/N nodded silently, unable to find the words to express the gratitude swelling within her chest. For years, she had harbored a secret admiration for Mother Miranda, her feelings a tangled web of longing and reverence.

But their moment of intimacy was short-lived as Lady Alcina intervened, pulling Mother Miranda's attention away with a subtle gesture. "My apologies, Mother Miranda, but we must attend to some matters before dinner," Alcina interjected, her tone clipped with urgency.

Turning to her daughters, Alcina issued a command, her voice a cold reminder of her authority. "Be sure to be present for dinner tonight. And Y/N, make yourself scarce," she added, her words laced with a hint of disdain.

Y/N's heart sank at her mother's directive, a silent reminder of her place within the hierarchy of the family. With a heavy sigh, she nodded sadly, casting one last glance at Mother Miranda, who offered her a small, understanding smile.

As Y/N retreated into the shadows, a sense of emptiness gnawed at her, the warmth of Mother Miranda's embrace fading into memory. And as she disappeared from view, Mother Miranda couldn't help but notice the absence of light in Y/N's eyes, a flicker of concern tugging at her heartstrings.

As Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and Mother Miranda retired to the sanctuary of the library, the weight of their responsibilities hung heavy in the air. The grandeur of the room seemed to amplify the gravity of their conversation, each word carrying the weight of their shared burdens.

Seated opposite each other, Alcina and Miranda delved into discussions ranging from the affairs of the village to the machinations of their fellow lords. The air crackled with tension as they navigated the delicate balance of power and influence.

After a lull in the conversation, Mother Miranda's gaze shifted to Lady Alcina, her expression one of quiet contemplation. "Tell me, Alcina, how is Y/N?" she inquired, her tone gentle yet probing.

Alcina raised an eyebrow in surprise at the unexpected question. "Why the sudden interest in my daughter?" she countered, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Mother Miranda's gaze softened with concern as she met Alcina's steely gaze. "I couldn't help but notice something was amiss with her," she admitted, her voice laced with genuine worry. "I just wanted to make sure she's alright."

Alcina's lips curled into a sneer as she recounted the events of the previous day, her disdain for her youngest daughter evident in her tone. "Y/N has been nothing but a disappointment lately," she spat, her words dripping with venom. "Always causing trouble and never living up to her responsibilities."

Miranda's brow furrowed in consternation at Alcina's harsh words, a flicker of irritation crossing her features. But she bit back the retort that threatened to spill from her lips, choosing instead to maintain her composure.

Before the conversation could delve any further, a maid entered the library, interrupting their discussion with news of dinner. With a resigned sigh, Alcina rose from her seat, motioning for Miranda to follow her as they made their way to the dining hall.

As they entered the opulent room, Miranda's keen eyes scanned the table, noting the absence of one particular member of the family. "Where is Y/N?" she inquired, her tone laced with concern.

Cassandra, ever dutiful, offered an explanation. "She said she was tired and not very hungry," she explained, her voice tinged with sympathy.

Miranda's brow furrowed in puzzlement at Y/N's uncharacteristic behavior, her concern deepening with each passing moment. "That's unlike her," she mused aloud, making a mental note to check on Y/N later.

As they settled into their seats, Miranda couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Despite Alcina's dismissive attitude towards her daughter, Miranda couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards Y/N, a nagging suspicion that there was more to her absence than met the eye. And as they began their meal, Miranda vowed to unravel the mystery surrounding Y/N's sudden withdrawal from the family's midst.

As the lingering echoes of dinner faded into the quiet stillness of the night, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu extended an invitation to Mother Miranda to stay the night, considering the inclement weather outside. Miranda graciously accepted, and a maid was promptly dispatched to prepare a room for her esteemed guest.

Alcina excused herself to attend to some paperwork, leaving Miranda to her own devices. With Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela retiring to their respective chambers, Miranda seized the opportunity to seek out Y/N.

She made her way to Y/N's room, a soft rap on the door signaling her arrival. Y/N, flustered and surprised by Miranda's unexpected visit, hesitated before opening the door, her expression a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

"Mother Miranda, is something the matter?" Y/N inquired, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Miranda offered a reassuring smile as she met Y/N's gaze. "May I speak with you, Y/N?" she asked gently, her tone filled with warmth and concern.

Y/N's curiosity piqued, she stepped aside, allowing Miranda to enter her room. Miranda made her way to the edge of Y/N's bed, patting the space beside her in invitation. Y/N, still uncertain of the reason for Miranda's visit, tentatively took a seat beside her.

"What did you want to talk about, Mother Miranda?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Miranda's gaze softened as she reached out to gently cup Y/N's face, guiding her attention back to her. "I couldn't help but feel that something was troubling you," she admitted, her voice soft and reassuring.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her eyes betraying the turmoil within as tears threatened to spill over. "I... I'm fine, Mother Miranda," she insisted, her gaze darting away, unable to meet Miranda's compassionate eyes.

But Miranda was not so easily deterred. With a gentle touch, she urged Y/N to look at her, her heart breaking at the sight of Y/N's obvious distress. "You don't have to pretend, my darling," she murmured, her voice filled with tenderness. "I'm here for you, always."

Y/N's resolve crumbled in the face of Miranda's unwavering kindness, her tears flowing freely as she struggled to put into words the storm of emotions raging within her. But her breathing grew ragged, her chest tightening with each passing moment.

Sensing Y/N's distress, Miranda moved closer, wrapping her arms around Y/N in a comforting embrace. "Shh, sweetheart, it's okay," she murmured soothingly, her voice a calming presence in the midst of chaos.

Together, they sat in silence, the weight of Y/N's burdens lifting ever so slightly in the warmth of Miranda's embrace. And as the tears subsided and Y/N's breathing steadied, Miranda made a silent vow to always be there for her, to offer solace and support in times of need.

As Y/N's tears subsided and a fragile calm settled over her, Miranda gently broached the topic once more, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet of the room. "Y/N, my dear, can you tell me what's been troubling you?" she asked, her tone gentle yet insistent.

Y/N hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the whirlwind of emotions churning within her. But as Miranda's patience persisted, she found herself unable to keep the truth hidden any longer.

"I... I've been hurting myself," Y/N confessed, her voice barely above a whisper as shame flooded her senses. "I'm sorry, Mother Miranda. I shouldn't have told you."

Miranda's heart ached at the anguish in Y/N's voice, her own eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Y/N, please, call me Miranda," she implored, her voice filled with tenderness. "And you have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry you've been hurting so much."

With gentle reassurance, Miranda offered to take a look at Y/N's wounds, her touch as light as a feather as she guided Y/N into the bathroom. "You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with, my dear," she assured, her voice a soothing balm to Y/N's frayed nerves.

Y/N hesitated, her fear of judgment warring with her desperate need for comfort. But with a silent nod, she acquiesced, trusting Miranda to guide her through the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With practiced ease, Miranda retrieved a clean towel and a first aid kit, her movements deliberate and gentle as she tended to Y/N's wounds. There was no judgment in her touch, no condemnation in her gaze—only a quiet understanding and unwavering compassion.

As Miranda cleaned and dressed the cuts on Y/N's hips and legs, a sense of peace settled over them, the weight of Y/N's burdens lifting ever so slightly in the presence of Miranda's unwavering support.

"You're so brave, my darling," Miranda murmured, her voice a tender whisper in the stillness of the room. "And you're not alone. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes at Miranda's words, a swell of gratitude and relief washing over her like a tidal wave. In that moment, she realized that she was not alone—that even in her darkest moments, Miranda would be there to light the way.

Miranda led Y/N out of the bathroom, their steps hushed in the quiet of the evening. "It's getting late, my dear. You should get some rest," Miranda suggested, her voice a soothing presence in the dimly lit corridor.

Y/N nodded in agreement, her mouth opening as if to voice a question, but she hesitated and fell silent. Miranda, ever perceptive, noticed the hesitation and gently prodded, "Is there something on your mind, Y/N?"

Y/N bit her lip, uncertain whether to voice her request. However, Miranda's reassuring words encouraged her to speak her truth. "It's nothing, really," Y/N mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Miranda stopped in her tracks, turning to face Y/N with a gentle expression. "My dear, if there's anything I can do to help or make you feel more comfortable, don't hesitate to ask," she offered, her eyes filled with sincerity.

Encouraged by Miranda's genuine concern, Y/N took a deep breath and quietly asked, "Would you... would you be willing to stay with me until I fall asleep?"

Miranda's response was immediate and reassuring. "Of course, my dear. I'll stay as long as you need me to," she promised, her voice a comforting melody in the stillness of the castle.

She instructed Y/N to change into pajamas, assuring her that she'd be right back after doing the same. As Y/N slipped into her nightwear, her thoughts swirled with a mixture of vulnerability and gratitude.

When Miranda returned, Y/N was already in bed, her gaze lost in the depths of her own contemplations. Miranda approached with quiet footsteps, not wanting to startle her. Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting Miranda's, and she took a moment to absorb Miranda's appearance.

Miranda's face was bare of makeup, her long, straight platinum blonde hair falling gracefully. Y/N found herself entranced by the more casual, unguarded version of the usually formidable woman before her.

Caught in her observation, Y/N blushed and quickly averted her gaze. Miranda, however, sported a small smirk, teasing gently, "Am I that captivating without the usual regalia?"

Y/N stammered an apology, her embarrassment evident, but Miranda's laughter cut through the tension. "It's quite alright, my dear. No need to apologize," Miranda reassured her, her laughter a warm melody in the room.

With a comforting presence, Miranda settled beside Y/N, ready to offer the solace and support she needed. As the room enveloped them in the quiet of the night, Y/N felt a sense of security, a fragile yet profound connection that promised solace in the darkness.

Miranda shifted to the other side of the bed, slipping under the covers and pulling Y/N gently into her embrace. As Y/N nestled against her, Miranda's hand found its way to Y/N's hair, her fingers tracing soothing patterns as she whispered reassurances.

"Everything is going to be okay, my dear. I'll always be here for you," Miranda murmured, her voice a soft caress in the darkness.

Y/N looked up at Miranda, gratitude and affection shining in her eyes. "Thank you for everything, Miranda," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. Miranda's gaze softened as she looked at Y/N, her heart swelling with a warmth she had never known before. Without hesitation, she leaned down, her lips meeting Y/N's in a gentle, tender kiss.

Y/N responded eagerly, her heart racing as she melted into Miranda's embrace. They pulled away, a moment of hesitation hanging in the air before Y/N leaned in, capturing Miranda's lips in another kiss.

This time, there was no hesitation, only a shared understanding of the depth of their feelings. Y/N rested her head on Miranda's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat as Miranda kissed the top of her head, enveloping her in a sense of safety and belonging.

In the quiet of the night, Miranda whispered sweet nothings to Y/N, her words a symphony of love and affection. They lay entwined in each other's arms, the world fading away as they surrendered to the undeniable pull of their hearts.

Miranda continued to murmur sweet words of comfort to Y/N, their quiet conversation filling the room like a lullaby. "You're not alone, my dear. I care deeply for you, and I want to help you find the peace you deserve," Miranda whispered, her voice a gentle melody.

Y/N, feeling a profound connection in Miranda's embrace, spoke softly, "I never thought I'd find someone who truly understands and cares for me."

Miranda brushed a strand of hair away from Y/N's face, her eyes reflecting sincerity. "You deserve all the love and understanding in the world," she affirmed, pressing a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead.

They lay in the silence of the night, the weight of their shared emotions hanging in the air. Y/N, still absorbing the warmth of Miranda's affection, ventured to express her feelings. "Miranda, I..." she began, her words tinged with vulnerability.

Miranda hushed her gently, fingers tracing soothing circles on Y/N's back. "Shh, my dear. You don't need to say anything. Just know that I'm here for you, and we can face whatever comes together," Miranda assured, her words a beacon of support.

In the quiet intimacy of the moment, Y/N felt a sense of acceptance and understanding she had never known before. As they lay entwined, the world outside their embrace seemed to fade away, leaving only the reassurance of shared warmth and the promise of a connection that defied the darkness.

#resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda im looking directly at you #mother miranda x y/n #mother miranda imagine #mother miranda x reader #resident evil mother miranda #mother miranda x female reader

[evewasheretoday]

Accidents Happen: Chapter 1 - Midnight Encounters

As usual, a new maid arrives to the castle and replaces the former maid who'd died.

This time, however, the maid is younger. Not even seventeen or eighteen years old yet. She seems lost, scared and afraid.

Which is understandable considering the place she's currently residing does not take kindly to anyone. Especially the staff.

But she seems to be doing alright despite the predicament she's currently in.

Green eyes wander around the dining hall as she eats her meal. It isn't long before she spots you staring at her that she looks over and raises an eyebrow at you.

“That's Eugenia” Maria, one of the few maids you've made friends with during your stay, whispers to you. “I've heard she hasn't even turned seventeen and yet she's here, working under Lady Dimitrescu” Maria shook her head with a frown. “I pity the poor girl” She says.

“So do I” You tell her. “But what can we do about it?” You ask her. “The moment we entered this castle and signed a contract with house Dimitrescu, we are trapped here” You sighed.

“We make due of what we have during our times of desperation, Reeda” Maria told you.

“Desperation” You scoffed. “Do you think all of us came here out of that?”

“No,” She shook her head. “But we all came here for a reason, no?”

There wasn't anything you could say to that because Maria was right. All of you, whom work here in Castle Dimitrescu, came here for a reason.

You shook her head before sighing again. “I suppose” You mutter.

Maria gives you a soft smile before patting your shoulder. “Don't be so downhearted” She tells you softly. “It is better to focus on the positive things than on the negative ones”

“You are starting to be very much like my older sister, Camelia” You muttered under your breath. “Thank you for reminding me of her existence”

“Do not speak of it” Maria grinned. “Because I may as well be her twin then” She teased.

You waved a hand dismissively at her. “I need not for another one of her,” You replied.

Maria just chuckled at the comment.

Surely things would be better sooner or later.

~~~~~~~~~~

You never had troubles sleeping but the sound of pure silence except for the whistling of leaves outside the window was unnerving.

And the lack of lamps in your room did not help either.

You sighed before climbing out of your bed and going out of your room.

Maybe a walk in the halls would help you sleep, you thought to yourself.

“My my,” A voice behind you says. “Aren't you a bad girl, sneaking out at night?”

Turning around quickly, you stare wide eyed at the woman dressed in black silk standing before you.

“L-Lady Cassandra..!” You yelped, immediately bowing your head low.

“What were you planning to do?” She asked you, raising an eyebrow as she crosses her arms to her chest.

“I...was going out to for a small walk in the halls” You answered quietly.

“In the middle of the night?” She asks.

“Y… Yes, my lady” You nodded your head. “I was having troubles sleeping and I thought a walk in the halls might help me to sleep” You explained.

“Hmm” Cassandra hummed. “Is it helping you?” She asked after a while.

“Not quite,” You told her. “I am still wide awake as an owl in the night”

“I see,” She hums once more. “Would you like me to accompany you then?”

“That is very kind of you, my lady” You smiled gratefully at her. “But I'm afraid I must dec—”

“If you do not accept my offer, I may as well send you on your way with nothing but broken legs,” Cassandra threatened you.

You gulped as you slowly met her gaze with yours. “I d-don't see why I should refuse,” You stuttered out.

“Good,” She nodded. “Come then” She spoke, turning around on her heel.

All your head was screaming to you at that moment was to run away and hide.

But to where? You didn't know where you could possibly go. Any place you'll be in, they will find you. They knew this castle better than anyone else.

“Are you coming or not?” Cassandra questioned, turning around to look at you.

“O-Of course, my lady” You stammered out, momentarily biting your lip before you followed behind her.

Prey following its predator.

#alcina dimitrescu's daughters x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu #re8 alcina #resident evil alcina #daniela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #I didn't want to label reader as Y/N since it's tiresome and typical so I went with a name that's similar to reader #which you'll know if you actually read this whole thing #and also I'm going with my own view of the dimitrescu women

[neos-schlond-poofa]

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.” - Alfred Tennyson

A late Valentine’s edit dedicated to my lovely musketeer and love of my life, Sam ♡

There aren’t many good ways to word the love I have for them, and I probably won’t write too much here because this fandom hates long posts (this is probably already too much for you guys…) but I just want to publicly profess my love for the best person ever. I love them so much. I hope I will always be able to bring them joy and that they will always understand how much I truly love her. As the great Mitski said, nothing in the world belongs to me but my love. And Sam has all my love in the world.

(Art by @dead-finch-420)

#resident lover #resident lover edit #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu edit #bela x mc #bela dimitrescu x mc #mc from the hit sapphic visual novel dating sim resident lover #i love sam!!! #also this is late because of editing block #BUT I WILL SHOUT FROM THE ROOFTOPS MY LOVE FOR SAM!! #you guys will never get it :3 #giggling and kicking my feet over them

[animefans-stuff]

Yes ! This is going to be part 4 ! xD

Sherlock-reader is working on a case, which is why she retreated to her mind palace !

But she's been there for about three days now, without talking, eating, drinking, using the restroom or opening her eyes.

She didn't do anything else, but lay there with her eyes closed, while thinking and breathing.

Then suddenly she jumps up in a hurry with the words "The game is on", before leaving the castle/factory/house/windmill.

How do the four lords, Alcina's daughters and Miranda react ? X'D

Warnings; lots of grammar mistakes, some parts are probably rushed, mentions of not eating/sleep/drinking, a brief mention of Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg and Miranda's mutation(s) and some mentions of the reader being dead.

Note - This took a lot longer than expected. Also, I took out Moreau because I still can't write for him. Hope that's okay :)

Pairings; Lady Dimitrescu x reader, Bela Dimitrescu x reader, Cassandra Dimitrescu x reader, Daniela Dimitrescu x reader, Karl Heisenberg x reader, Donna + Angie Benevento x reader, Mother Miranda x reader ( all seperate)

Please enjoy :)

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Dimitrescu has always respected you and your type of work, especially if said case is very important to you.

But she doesn't approve of you not taking care of yourself. Especially for such long periods of time.

Alcina pasted back and forth, a look of worry and panic rested on her face. Bela, Cassandra and Daniela sat down at the table, watching their mother.

You had agreed to join her and her daughter's for dinner. But, you weren't showing up. It wasn't like you to be this late.

" Maybe (Y/N)'s still sleeping ? " Daniela suggested. Trying to relief some of the stress from her mother.

" Yeah, but (Y/N)'s never stayed in this long. " Cassandra replied while leaning back in her chair.

" Should we check on them mother ? " Bela questioned.

Alcina nodded, " go on. " She spoke as her daughter's transformed into a swarm of flies, the group of bugs then rushed to your room.

She hoped that nothing too serious had happened to you. She would never forgive herself if anything did ever happen to you.

Soon enough her daughter's returned. " Well ?! Are they alright ? " Alcina demanded.

" They were laying on the ground with their eyes closed, we...we weren't too sure if they're- " Before Cassandra could finish her sentence, Alcina was already on her way towards your room.

Thoughts already clouded her mind, on what had happened.

Slamming the doors to your room open as she quickly kenlt down to enter the room.

She was quick to kneel down to your body. She was so scared to touch you. Even if you were alive.

Suddenly, your eyes shot open as you say up, saying something about a game and that it's on.

Both confused and slightly angered. Alcina went to ask you what this was about. But, you were quick to rush out of the room and then the Castle.

Alcina- not wanting you too leave just yet. Chases after you, calling out your name like a parent calling for their child.

" (Y/N)! Where are you going! " She called out. No answer.

Still furious, she resorted to using her mutant form to chase after you.

When she figures out that this was all apart of a case you were figuring out. She yells at you not to do that again- or at least give her a warning!

If you weren't her partner, she would've killed you, for scaring her and not taking care of yourself for three damn days!

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela doesn't quite understand your work and all the cases but she still trys to support you, and possibly help you.

Although, much like her mother she dislikes the idea of you not taking care of your body. I mean, from what she knows is that humans are fragile and need proper care.

Kinda like pets.

Bela hummed a small tune as she made her way to your room. You had agreed to spend the day with her. But you haven't been seen yet, so she was starting to worry.

" (Y/N), are you awake ? " The oldest daughter asked as she stood outside your room. Waiting for an answer.

now, unlike her mother. She didn't hear or know about this ' mind palace ' thing you are able to do.

Thinking that you're busy or still sleeping she went for a small trip around the castle. Trying to take her mind off this.

After some time had passed, she tried again. Knocking on the door she waited. " (Y/N), It's Bela. Do you still want to hang out ? " She asked, feeling a little sad. She honestly thought you forgot.

" Nevermind. We can do something else later. " And with that, Bela disappeared into a swarm of flies and went to find someone to snack on.

More time went by, and Bela was panicking. Usually you'd be awake by this time or at least going for a snack or a drink.

Now out of pure panic. Bela rushed back to your room and opened the door. Whether you were sleeping or not, she wanted to know what the hell you were doing and if you're okay.

Bela nearly passed out when she saw your body on the bed, eyes closed as you showed very little signs of moving. Sighing in relief when she saw your chest move ever so slightly. That's good! This means your alive!

But, you still haven't eaten and all that.

" Hey! (Y/N). Wake up, are you hungry ? " She said while moving closer to your body. A couple bow flies landed near your body, as she was quick to shoo them away.

" I can have the maids make- " she went to speak but that's when you sat up, quicker then a hungry lycan.

" Are you okay ? " She asked- yet again.

You didn't respond as you walked past her while talking about some game.

Bela smiles, she thinks your talking about hunting. So, she follows. " So, what are we hunting this time ? " She spoke while giggling.

She was quick to stop- and move back, when you opened the doors to the front of the castle as you rushed into the village. Frowning, she went to get her mother. Since she isn't able to leave the castle.

When you come back- or when Alcina catches you, she demands that you are to see Bela and explain everything to her.

You obeyed and went to the kitchen first- because, honestly you were starving. Before making your way to Bela.

Bela smiles weakly when she sees you, pulling you into a hug as she then flicks your nose. " Don't do that again. " She murmured before dragging you off too get a snack.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Much like Bela, Cassandra doesn't really understand your work. She could also probably care less.

I mean. She'll help you out, but she just doesn't understand why it's important.

Cassandra sighed softly, she had just came back from a hunt with her sisters. Thanks to some man-thing they could all eat tonight. So, now she's making her way to your room to tell you that dinner will be ready soon.

Upon reaching your room. She carefully opened the door to your room. " (Y/N), dinner will be ready soon- " she stopped when she saw you laying down. Smiling weakly. Cass, went to lay next to you.

She thought that you had taken a nap, and that you'd wake up soon.

A few hours later and she was still waiting. And no answer from you, she still stayed there.

A couple more hours pass by and Cass had grown bored, and a little worried.

Now, she could hear and see you breathing which did make her relax a bit.

That wasn't what worried her tho, it was that you weren't opening your eyes.

Aside from tasting good, Cass wasn't too sure on how humans worked.

" Hey, hey- (Y/N)! " Cass called out while nudging your shoulder.

She was now trying to wake you up.

She'd lick you, nudge you a few times, she even used the flies but nothing worked!

Leaning over the edge of the bed, like a kitten watching it's prey, she giggled before jumping out, trying her best to scare you. " Rawr! " Waiting for your response- nothing.

Sitting there in defeat with her arms crossed, Cass zoned out for not even a second as she felt the bed dip. Looking over at you as she smiled.

Of course you said something but it fell deaf upon her ears.

She was to excited too see you had awaken.

Following after you, Cass quickly wrapped her arms around your shoulders.

A poor attempt to keep you still for a moment. " Where are you going (Y/N). " She asked.

You were still ignoring her. This made her feel as if she did something bad.

Much like Bela she goes to her mother too help. Since you had left the castle.

When you do return with her mother. She'll ask you a whole bunch of questions.

Some on why you were ignoring her, while others were asking if you were mad at her.

You sighed softly and said you weren't mad, but you had this very important case to finish.

Cass started laughing before dragging you to the kitchen. " Don't do that again, or else I'll break all your stuff.. " She demanded.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela understands very little about your work. And often thinks of it as a very confusing game, then an actual job.

Daniela won't really help, she'll just watch from the side and cheer you on if needed.

Daniela had just finished talking to Donna and Angie about getting some new material for her outfit, seeing as she had ripped it during last week's hunt for that stupid man-thing that was looking for his daughter.

She was more then happy, happy enough to go and tell you.

Turning into files as she rushed towards the library - a place where you usually stayed when doing your fun game. You called a job.

The doors slammed open as she went back to her original form.

With a soft smile, she looked around for you. Only to find you sitting down at a table, almost lifeless as you looked at the wall- with a few books surrounding you.

With a wide smile, Daniela walked towards you and then pulled up a chair next to you.

When she notices that you weren't awake, but still breathing. She smiles.

Unlike her sister's, she won't really wait around all day, I mean. She'll check on you and bring you some food and wine from the cellar. And see if you've moved at all.

On her way to exit the library to bring you another glass of wine, she had stopped when she heard your chair move.

Tuning back to face you, happy as the youngest dimitrescu daughter held her arms open, for a hug.

You had walked passed her, which made her frown.

Following you, Daniela, like her sister's. Was curious to see where you were going, and how you just randomly woke up. After being ' asleep ' for three days.

Noticing you making your way towards the castle's front doors, she tried tackling you, but only managed to keep you still for a few seconds.

" (Y/N)! Talk to me. " She whined. While desperately trying to cling onto your arm.

Quickly letting go and taking a few steps back. When the cold breeze from outside entered the castle.

Annoyed and worried, Daniela rushed off to get her mother. And explaining everything that happened.

When you come back, either from the case or because of Lady. D threatning asking you too.

Daniela tackled/hugged you.

" Why'd you leave!? " She whined softly while clinging onto you. " Why weren't you taking care of yourself ?! " She asked, yet again while looking like a kicked puppy.

Now you felt bad.

Explaining everything to Daniela as you were being dragged towards the kitchen for a snack and drink.

" I get your work is important, but.. Don't do that again, I thought you were mad at me. " She said while pampering you with kisses.

Karl Heisenberg

Even though Heisenberg doesn't understand a damn thing about your line of work. He still respects it, and will give you time too work on it. Since you're the same way with his ' work '.

He might not notice right away that you haven't been seen for the past few days. Because- let's all be honest. He hardly takes any breaks from his own work.

Spending hours upon hours trying fix yet another damn soldat, the cadou had worked but was to weak too bond with whatever stupid villager that had died.

Sighing heavily, Heisenberg leaned back in his seat before standing up and exiting the room. He thought he'd spend some time with you, too feel somewhat better about his newest failed experiment.

Walking around the factory, he couldn't find you. Which was odd.

Normally you weren't to far from him, but now all of a sudden you couldn't be found ?!

Checking the factory once more, he made sure to check certain places. Like his room, your room, the entrance to the factory, etc.

Hell! He even called Lady. D and Mother Miranda. Asking if they've seen you.

" Where the f*ck are you, buttercup ? " Heisenberg called out, as he continued to check each and every room, for any sign of you. " Come on, this isn't funny.. "

Now he was concerned, you weren't the type of person who randomly disappeared. You've always told him where you were going before hand.

Standing in the front of the factory, he was going to go check Donna's place and ask if she had seen you, taking another step. He was quickly stopped by the faint sound of growling followed by metal moving.

Glancing over at a nearby pile of metal that rested in the fields, he noticed a small group of lycans hunched over something.

Curious but also slightly worried. He rushed over to them. And, as the closer he got, he saw small glimpse of your body ?!

Out of rage, he swung his hammer onto one of the lycans, causing it to whimper in pain and limp away.

" F*ck off! All of you! " He growled as the rest of the lycans hesitated before rushing off when nearby piece of metal started floating.

Karl calmed down a bit when he saw you weren't hurt. And was still breathing. But that still didn't explain why the hell you were out here.

Deciding to stay next to you, just in case the lycans decided to come back.

Much like Cassandra, he'll occasionally poke at you or try to wake you up. But when you don't budge, he merely sighed and goes back to waiting.

It's been hours and he was starting to get tired. He ends up dragging you back inside since it was almost night. And because he didn't want the lycans bothering you again. Pacing you onto a chair, Heisenberg turned around for one second to call the Duke for some medicine.

The sound of the chair falling, and footsteps made the mechanic turn around, quick enough to where he probably injured himself.

The next thing he knew. He was rushing after you. Not wanting you to get hurt- he turned towards his mutant form too keep you still for a bit.

Hours after struggling to keep you in his sight, you soon snapped out of this whole game trance crap.

He asks a bunch of questions on why you were sleeping for three goddamn days!! . You replied that it was something related to your work.

" Let's go, pup. " He mumbled, quickly changing the subject. Dragging, you along with him to the Duke for food and a drink. Although, he seemed annoyed. He was relieved you were alright.

Donna Beneviento + Angie

Donna knows very little about your line of work, but respects it. Giving you your space when needed, and trys to help. There for, she's heard- or at least seen you use this ' ability ' of yours.

As, for Angie. She- well, she doesn't know a lot about your work. Much like Daniela, thinks of it like some silly game that people like to play.

So, to say they're both worried about you. (More Angie then Donna) When you haven't left your room. Donna more worried on how your body is.

and Angie worried on if you'll wake up. Your her favorite person ( aside from Donna ), and now you're broken! :( How will she explain this to the other dolls.

While your ' sleeping ' Donna had researched certain medication that might help you when you wake up/finish your job. Meanwhile, Angie and a few other dolls sit outside your door. Like a dog, waiting ever so patiently.

Finally opening your door. Angie scurried towards the side of your bed before jumping on top. " Heeeyyy, (Y/N). " The doll called out.

No answer, made the doll whine softly and retreat back to the door. Angie surprisingly gives you privacy when your ' sleeping '.

Days turned into weeks, and Angie was still at the front of your door. Still peaking in every now and then.

" Angie. For the last time, (Y/N), isn't dying. " Donna said, trying to convince her that you were still breathing.

Angie huffed slightly and waddled back to Donna.

Days turned into weeks and Donna was currently occupied by another meeting with the others. Angie had volunteered to stay with you just in case you had woken up.

Angie sat across from your bed and watched you like a cat.

" Donna needs to hurry up! In case you do wake up. " The doll complained as some of the other dolls started to join in the watch.

Angie stood up and went to adjust the blanket that had covered you. And that's when you were starting to wake up.

Dropping the blankets side, Angie giggled and practically jumped onto you. " (Y/N)!! Your awake finally, now we wait for Donna! "

" Wait. Where are we going? " Angie confused to why you aren't saying anything. Had the other dolls hold you down while she rushed to see where Donna was.

You easily pushed past the dolls that continued to tug and hold onto your legs and ankles, struggling to keep you in place.

By the time Donna had returned, Angie wouldn't stop rambling about what happened while shouting at her to return home.

On her way home, they had ran into you, you waved at them before paying The Duke for a container of freshly made food. The other dolls still clinging onto you.

Donna merely sighed softly before walking over to you. She apologized while walking back home.

Mother Miranda

Unlike the other lords and the daughters. Miranda knows a lot on your job and the case your working on.

Along with your ' mind palace ' ability is quite interesting to her. She's also not stupid enough to believe that your dead.

Your still breathing and seem pretty healthy, perhaps a bit skinner from not eating. But that can easily be fixed when you wake.

She just like you, is very busy with her work. And this may lead to her forgetting to check up on you.

If she does happen to forget she'll simply have one of the other lords check on you.

When she is able to check on you, she'll gently press her hand against your neck. To check both your breathing and pulse.

Miranda will write down any new signs of you waking up. Even if it's the smallest thing. From mumbling to your breathing increasing.

She won't bring you any food because that's a waste, she will bring medicine for when you wake up.

Running out of ideas so this'll be a bit rushed

Speaking of when you wake up and leave wherever she's keeping you.

Miranda will either watch you as a flock of crows or morph into a villager. Making sure your not harmed during the case.

If she thinks it's too dangerous for you. She'll simply one of her mutant form(s) and fix or destroy whatever the issue was.

When you return/finish the case. She'll greet you with a meal and drink placed on a table.

" sit down and eat, pet. You've been sleeping for to long. " She orderd, gesturing to the table. You smile and obey.

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Marvel

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Wednesday (platonic or romantic) no smut

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