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scirelistener · 9 months

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DEAREST CHILD

dimitrescu family x platonic! gn reader

synopsis : though you’re human, the castle of dimitrescu and its remaining residents will always, always be your home.

“It’s for me!”

“Ugh, all of us know it’s for me, you brainless maniac!”

“You all are stupid, the flower crown is obviously for me!”

The bickering of the three infamously known daughters of Lady Dimitrescu could be filled the silence that once took over the garden as they fought over a precious flower crown.

In the middle of the argument was you who stood there sheepishly with the flower crown in hand, looking at all your siblings as they fought. You nervously eyed the flower crown as the three daughters continued to tug on it.

“I can just make a new one, guys, please.” You nervously said before the unthinkable (not really) happened.

The force tugged onto the flower crown was unfortunately too strong to the point where it ripped into three parts, petals of the flower scattering into the air as everyone stared at the now destroyed pieces, stunned. The three daughters eyed each other before looking at you nervously.

Before they could mutter an apology, you laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you continued to bark out a laughter that would definitely not get your mother’s approval with how loud and boisterous it was. Bela, Daniela and Cassandra looked at each other as if not knowing what to do.

After a few minutes of calming down, you let out a soft chuckle before gently taking away the broken pieces from your sibling’s hands. “Here, how about I make a new one for each of you using these pieces? That way, you all have a part of the original. Sounds good?”

The daughters would’ve been lying if they didn’t feel a strange warmth overcome them as you smiled at them with a fondness that no one other than Alcina gave. It wasn’t the usual warmth that took over them whenever they went hunting, but rather a sense to protect you from any harm instead.

As you started working on the flower crowns for each sibling, Bela, Daniela and Cassandra now eyed each other as if knowing what they were all thinking about.

You were their precious sibling and no one would harm you, not when they and their mother, Alcina, is still here.

Alcina nervously walked through the corridors of her castle, wondering where her children could be. As she continued to strut across the hallways, the Lady noticed something from the corner of her eyes through the window and stopped her movement, halting to take a closer look.

From the window, was a scenery which could only be described as peaceful.

You surrounded by the three psychotic daughters of Dimitrescu, your siblings, as you chatted and laughed with the three girls while your fingers skillfully made flower crowns. A strangely calm look could be found on all the girls as they laughed with you even if they were still covered in blood. Daniela smiled with great happiness as you gently placed a flower crown onto her head while Bela and Cassandra eyed her with envy, but also fondness.

Alcina watched her daughters with a gaze that was soft unlike her usual intimidating glare. Her eyes averted to the three girls before wandering her eyes towards you.

Unlike all the others, you weren’t born from the Cadou project nor were you born a mutant. You were human, from bones to flesh. You were a fragile piece of glass for them. A being that they could easily rip apart.

Yet you were different from other human beings that existed in this village. Rather than violence, you greeted them with kindness. The Dimitrescu family were feared by you, of course, but you didn’t resort to violence. When one of the girls had somehow gotten injured and ended up in the middle of the forest, you found her while picking berries nearby. You had been the one to patch up her wounds and bring her to the Castle of Dimitrescu.

You didn’t steal anything nor did you try to vandalize the castle. You simply asked Bela to guide her to her room, which she hesitantly did, gently place her onto her bed and quietly left the castle.

When Bela reported the incident to Alcina, of course the Lady found it strange and had made it her mission to seek what you truly wanted from them. She thus asked Bela to pretend like she was injured and wait for you at the forest while Daniela and Cassandra stay on the sidelines to be ready for any suspicious movements.

Once again, you found her, treated her ‘wounds’ and kindly tried escorted her to the castle. Not before getting stopped by Cassandra, Daniela and Alcina, however, who confronted you as Bela stopped her act. Though you were honestly scared for your life, you bravely stood your point and told the truth of how you had no ulterior motives behind your act.

You were just.. kind.

A kind soul too pure for this village, this world.

After that, the House of Dimitrescu somehow grew a soft spot for you. You got the permission to visit the castle as you wish and actually come out alive. Bela helped you pick berries from time to time, Daniela helped you pick up some self-defense techniques (which you were thinking not to use with how… unkind they were) and Cassandra accompanied you to your daily trips to the nearby swamps whenever you felt like getting some fresh air.

And Alcina. Every time she watched her daughters interact with you and grow closer to you, a human, she felt her heart clenching. She shouldn’t grow fond of you, she couldn’t. As Countess Dimitrescu, one of the four great lords who served Mother Miranda, growing fond of a human being should’ve been the least of her priorities.

Yet the more time you spent at the Castle Dimitrescu, the more she found herself relaxing in your presence. You were never as close with Alcina as you were with the three daughters, always finding yourself cowering under her gaze. Yet you still managed to find the guts to talk to her, your sheepish smiles and painfully awkward small talks made Alcina, oh so, terribly fond of you.

Your small gifts that would be worthless compared to her luxurious jewelry became more precious to Alcina. A bracelet made out of scraps of colorful paper, a lipstick made out of natural resources and decorated with beautiful flowers. Gifts that were made out of nothing, but effort.

It was only a short amount of time till Alcina saw you as her own.

One of her children.

“Mother!”

A yell from the garden snapped Alcina out of her thoughts. She looked out the window, her children now noticing her presence and motioning her to come over.

The person who called out for her was you who waved at her while laughing, eyes crinkling with happiness. Alcina couldn’t help, but to smile back and raised her hands in a more elegant wave.

My precious children, she thought.

How she’d do anything to protect her kin.

a/n : i have no idea how to write bela, daniela and cassandra’s characters i’m so sorry 🙏 may or may not have written a fanfic out of impulsive thoughts again after watching a gameplay of re8 🧍 once again not proofread fully so mistakes are made to be ignored plz 😭 i was going to write helena harper but the dimitrescu brainrot took me over… nonetheless i will write helena soon ❗️❗️

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thyhauntedmansion · 4 months

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Mia, switchblade in hand, losing to both Bela and Daniela on separate occasions, but thinking she’ll have better luck with the dramatic, theater kid, middle child:

Cassandra, 85% caffeine, sleeper build, arguably the most unhinged sibling, literally one empty theater seat away from snapping, Dimitrescu:

#I’d pay money to see Cass throw hands #also can we talk about how most probably underestimate her strength?#because most don’t know what she’s PACKING fixin those cars fr #resident lover #resident lover spoilers #cassandra dimitrescu #mia winters

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 5 months

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The Dimitrescu Sisters as Mothers

(A/N- I think Resident Lover cured my writing issue but I don’t wanna jinx it)

(Characters Included- Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela)

(Warning: This is FEM! Reader)

☕️Cassandra Dimitrescu☕️

- Oh god Cassandra loves to spoil the hell out of them. Sometimes you have to step in meanwhile Cassandra is giving you a pout.

- When it comes to buying things for the child it’s not a problem with Cassandra. She calls Daniela to come set up any baby furniture like cribs and stuff (and Daniela is always happy to help)

- Speaking of Auntie Daniela, she often comes over to babysit while you and Cassandra go out to relax or go on a date.

- Gives terrible advice like “If you ever need to apologize to someone just give them a bouquet of flowers.”

- Will also say things like “Have you found someone that you’re interested in yet in school?”

🫀Bela Dimitrescu🫀

- This super intelligent woman would be an excellent mother, if her child ever had questions about their homework or whatever she knows the answer.

- When the child is in bed and you and Bela have time for yourselves she likes to do things for you. For example, give you a massage, cook for you if you haven’t ate, prepare you a bath, do some of your work that you might have to do, etc.

- She gets sentimental with you at nighttime saying that she’s so grateful to have a child with you.

- Speaking of massages she likes receiving them too. Sometimes she doesn’t even realize how tense she is until you give her a massage.

🛹Daniela Dimitrescu🛹

- She would be a really chill mother. Almost a little too chill though.

- Almost dropped the baby a couple times because she wasn’t paying attention but she learns her lesson after the sixth time it happened. She like “Okay okay! I have to get my act together before my love has my head on a stick.”

- Almost always says “Go ask your mother” whenever her child asks for something.

- If you’re ever feeling like you’re not a good enough parent she will gently but firmly reassure you to get those terrible thoughts out of your head.

- If the baby ends up crying in the middle of the night she always offers to take care of it so that you can rest.

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naturesapphic · 7 months

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Heyy hope ur doing good. Idk if you still do her but I wanted to ask for a Lady D x f reader where they're the girls bio mothers and I'd like to see how they'd all interact with reader (can be hc or oneshot) thank u <3

Biological Mother

Lady dimitrescu x fem!reader

Warnings: stalking

- Alcina had recently found out that you were taken hostage, she had already planned out a way to break in and get you back

- alci just found out that it was mother Miranda who had captured you and she wanted revenge

- mother Miranda had been obsessed with you for years and when she found out that you were married to lady dimitrescu, she was furious and enraged.

- you only needed her, not Alcina, she needed you and she needed you to be hers now.

- mother Miranda took you when the girls were born and you were devastated and terrified.

- you didn’t want to be with mother Miranda, you wanted to be with your wife and your girls but she wasn’t having it

- she locked you down in her basement for years and made you love her.

- Alcina was going to destroy mother Miranda and get you back

- every single one of the three lords adored you (Karl, Donna, and Salvatore).

- they were going to help alcina kill mother Miranda and get you back home.

- even Karl is willing to work with alcina to get you back and that’s saying a lot

- the plan is set and everyone is ready, including your daughters, they don’t remember you of course but alcina told them about you when they were growing up and they are so excited to finally meet you

- soon mother Miranda was gone and you were finally saved

- everyone was so happy to see you and alcina was the one who was the most emotional out of them all

- she’s got her draga mea and the other mother of her children back in her arms

- you were emotional too seeing your wife, especially seeing bela, Daniela, and Cassandra

- you finally went home with your family and things were amazing

- you spend so much time getting to know your kids and they love spending time with you

- bela is the oldest and the most calm. She loves a good book and to just relax around

- Cassandra is the middle child and is the most sadistic. She loves young maidens and slowly killing them and torturing them

- Daniela is the youngest and loves pulling pranks on you and alcina. You even sometimes help you with her pranks

- of course you love to spend time with alcina and get to know her again since it’s been almost a decade since you last seen her

- the both of you definitely make up for lost time in the bedroom

- your daughters love you and you love them

- you love your family and you are so glad to be back

A/n: I hope the person who requested this enjoys it and I hope I wrote it right. If not I can try to re write it! But I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! Have a great day!

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kiatheinsomniac · 9 months

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.・✫・゜・。. ｡⋆ʚ[ 𝐊𝐎-𝐅𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐏! ]♡⃛ɞ

──── 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 ˊˎ - ☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: jul. top supporter: @ghostofpolaris 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu x mother of three! Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cigarettes, suggestive

You lay resting upon Alcina in a grand bay window as music fills the air around you. The doors to the opera hall are open and out pour the duet of violin strings and piano keys. The melody is performed by Alcina’s eldest and your middle child. They’ve been getting on wonderfully, even if they were a bit unsure of what to make of each other at first.

Compared to Alcina’s height and frame, you’re tiny as you lay upon her sprawled out body, your head set upon her soft, voluminous chest. One of her large hands pets your head, smoothing down your hair rhythmically in time with the music. For a moment, you consider that it’s coincidence, that she has just so happened to fall into sync with the performance going on in the next room over. But you know Alcina better, know that this is her nature. She’s a singer at her heart – it’s why she had this hall annexed onto her castle.

With her other hand, she holds the long, narrow pipe of her cigarette, taking in deep inhales and then puffing it out of the open window in which the two of you are seated beside. A smile paints Alcina’s red-tinted lips as she looks down at you fondly, a serene expression upon your visage. Given the uncommon structure of her family and the small population of the village, this particular one of four Lords assumed she would never find another mother like herself, that her daughters may well feel a sense of outsiderness or isolation given that no other family was like theirs. The girls had power to shield them, yes, but Alcina always worried that any negativity might come from within them, from that burning question of why is no one else like us?

And then along came you. Protecting your girls fiercely as you tried to navigate your way through the village. Your little family reminded Alcina so much of herself and her own girls and so it felt almost instinctual for her to leap to your defence, to shelter you in the home of her castle where blood and death were usually resident and yet now there was only love between you instead of the terror that any guest might otherwise be filled with in Castle Dimitrescu.

The scent of tobacco fills the air, swirling into the melody and warmth that your other senses are absorbing from your surroundings. Alcina leans down to press her lips against the top of your head, inhaling your scent. She then glances out of the window to where Cassandra is currently giving your youngest a demonstration in wielding a sickle. The Castle might be safe but the village is far from being such. Daniela and your eldest are somewhere currently unbeknownst to the two of you but you trust that they’re not getting themselves into too much trouble wherever they are.

Alcina holds you in her powerful arms as though you’re the most precious thing in the world and she swears to herself that she’ll protect her new family with all her might, that you’ll forever be kept separate from her duties as a lord of the village. She’ll keep you out of harm’s way with all she has.

Alcina sets her cigarette down in order to remove her gloves, revealing her blackened fingertips. The black leathery gloves are set down on the window sill and she retakes her cigarette in one hand while the other begins combing through your hair, large palm smoothing over the curve of your head.

Her fingers gently brush beneath your chin in order to gently coax you to look up at her. When your gaze meets her own grey-hazel one, she feels the world stop. She had always thought that she’d be alone, that it would always just be her and her daughters for an immortal life in this little village, that they would never see the outside world.

But now Alcina does see the world and she’s holding it in her arms and it’s looking up at her with the same enamour. She can’t help but tilt her head as she takes in the sight of you, so small on her chest. She leans in to kiss your forehead and cannot help but smile at the red lip print it leaves behind. You look like hers. You jut your chin up a little more, a silent request for her to continue with her kisses. Alcina is quick to take up your offer, peppering your forehead, cheeks, nose and jaw in kisses, always leaving your mouth.

Your visage is now printed in lipstick marks, covering your skin and you’re smiling up at her like an angel, like something far too precious to be in his place. You lean in a little closer and pout when your lover doesn’t close the distance. She’s kissed everywhere on your face now except your mouth and so now it appears that you seek a real kiss. A low laugh rumbling in her throat, she does as you wish once more and revels in the little sigh you let out when you taste the tobacco and remnants of makeup on her mouth. Her arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer, feeling the intimate press of your body against hers.

Your thighs slide against her hips as you move from being laid between her legs to straddling her pelvis, leaning down over her and deepening the kiss. She feels your hands slide over her ribs but stop before going any further. Yours and her daughters are nearby and the last thing either of you want is to get caught doing anything inappropriate for this not-quite private space in the balcony above the opera hall, sitting in the bay window overlooking the courtyard.

“Y/n…” She murmurs between kisses as your tongue slides against hers. “Y/n, draga mea (my darling)...” But you persist in her kisses, making it difficult for her to say what she wants to. She takes charge then, fingers pressing into your cheeks to pull you away. Her eyes are lidded as she looks down at how her hold has squished your lips into a cute pout. “Let’s continue this in our room, hm?”

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ghost-n-butteredtoast · 3 months

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Dimitrescu Books

Chapter 42 <<Link

Doll Parts

Explicit: 18+ - only suitable for adults

Artist: snaileo >> check out their tumblr

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

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

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

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muffinsin · 4 months

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Thank you so much for all these great posts. They've been really helping me while my dog is really sick.

I don't know if you've written something like this already, but maybe you could write one where the sisters fall in love with one of the maids from afar but they're afraid to talk to her because she might be scared of them?

Of course! I’m glad you’re enjoying them & I hope your dog will be better soon! :( (give us doggo updates?👀). I’ve mentioned them being worried in a couple of posts, though never fully elaborated I think

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

Bela

She’s had her eye on you for a while already now

Never has she dared approach you

Much less talk to you!

Bela’s a nervous wreck when you do as much as look at her

Having discovered you originally after you cleaned her office, she immediately felt intrigued

Bela is, some might say, a difficult person

When maidens clean her room or office, it’s even more dangerous than with her sisters. This is her private area

And she has a very, very specific order and pattern of placing her things. Pencils must be right where she left them, papers even more so

Often the staff mistakes these things. Pencils she left out, shoes she left out, papers meant to be easily taken are moved back to the stash of papers on her desk

Has she hates it! She feels, she must reorganise her entire room after it’s been cleaned

You don’t make these mistakes, though

You clean, and only clean. You respect her enough to view what seems like clutter to others as precision

Pencils are right where they’re left. Clothing is re-folded, and put right where she left them

This is bound to catch her attention. You stand out

Yet, Bela starts to fall in love long after she’s made you her private maiden, the one appointed to only her and all her needs

For when you clean her bookshelf and put finished books- neatly piled so you won’t move those she wants untouched- back in the shelf. Perfectly organised, of course

It’s as if you understand her

And yet, she’s too scared to face you

Bela feels flustered when she once finds a note next to her pile of unfinished books

Recommendations…

She didn’t think any maid really took to reading. Even knew how to. And much less did she assume anybody would share her taste

But, upon following your recommendations, she finds they’re very good!

She leaves them out subtly, to show you she’s read through each and every one of them

To ask you, without having to face you, for more

And you keep making recommendations

Bela catches herself falling for you, and tests you

Sometimes she leaves slips of papers containing quotes

She falls back on her bed with a large grin when you pass her tests, writing the books they’re from, or promising you will read them

Your handwriting is neat too, she notices

Yet, Bela wonders and adores from afar

She watches you work, and eagerly takes in all you do. She gazes, stares maybe even, but never engages

What if you too, will see her as a monster?

Cassandra

Cassandra is intrigued by you the moment you’re sent to the castle for work

The blacksmith. You’re to make her weapons

She’s thrilled! She goes to visit you immediately, having a full list of what she’d like

But-

She’s almost shrieking at you when she comes inside and almost swarms face first into your muscular back

It’s rare she sees someone with muscles at the castle! Though she knows your work technically demand some

She’s by far more flustered than she’d like to admit, and when you begin turning around, she’s quick to swarm away, leaving only flies and the list falling to the floor

Behind a wall and out of sight, she face palms herself

So much for being menacing…

She admires as you work, even if she never allows you to see her

That’s right, the sadistic little middle child of Alcina Dimitrescu is smitten, laying on one of the wooden foundations of the wall, far above you as she watches you work the furnace

Large muscles glistening with sweat…

Cassandra basks in it all, and the warmth of the furnace

She watches wide eyed as you craft her a sickle and dagger, eyes wide when you add a little bit of something to it

No previous blacksmith has ever dared swat from her exact orders

But- it’s beautiful

A pattern at the grip, a beautiful one resembling her swarm

She nearly falls from her lounging position as she tries to get a closer look, and the thought of falling, halfway swarming and landing in your arms is enough to fluster her already

She scolds herself for being this way. Daniela would act like this, not her!

But, she just can’t help it around you. She feels by far too careless and by far sweeter than she is

Then, you start gifting her things

She finds random, little things of metal crafted to her- things she has not commissions

Things that make her stony heart melt

You craft her beautiful daggers with a gemstone as gold as her choker’s gemstone at the bottom

And, something particular that makes her breath hitch

A silver platter, with silver, bronze and copper hearts, beautifully crafted just for her

Not the cliché, sweet hearts. Realistic ones. With a dark metal serving as blood at the top

She swoons at the sight

And still, she can’t bring herself to talk to you for a second reason:

What if you’re scared of her?

While she feels like a flustered maiden merely watching you, this is a harsh contrast to her behaviour around everybody else

She knows her reputation

A monster

The sadistic one, it’s best to stay out of sight

The mistress of torture

She knows, these things are all right. And she’s proud of these titles, of the fear she strikes in all but her family

Yet, she can’t help but feel worried you also see her as such

What if the little gifts and addition you make her are nothing but a way, an attempt, to stay on her good side and alive?

What if you too are trying to save yourself from her clutches?

Daniela

Our sweet Daniela, delusional and naive, yet so fast to fall in love

Or what she calls love, at least

She’s been watching you, love evident in her eyes as she dreamily watches you from her window

You’re the gardener, watering the flowers she loves so much. Oh, she wishes she could go outside and pick some!

But the cold temperature suggests otherwise, and locks her inside the warmth of the castle

Oh, but she watches, head held up and resting against her palms, a dreamy expression on her face as she watches you tend to the plants and hedges growing in winter

White and purple flowers on the ground

You’re wrapped into many layers to keep warm, and she wishes she could merely copy you

Daniela watches every day, sighing dreamily and smiling lovingly as you tend to it all

Her cheeks warm when you look up, yet she knows she is too far up and in the distance for you to make her figure out at the window

What she doesn’t mind is, however, that you are very capable of seeing her when she does not glance at you from her room, high above the ground in the castle’s tower, but from the library

You feel the youngest Dimitrescu daughter stare at the back of your head when you work, and you can’t help but feel flustered

She’s very…adamant on watching you

She stares every day

Oh, and she admires every day

And sometimes, sweet Daniela gets so lost in her daydreams, she doesn’t even notice you look back at her and catch her staring

She blushes wild pink when she, one day, wakes up to flowers set outside her door

The white and light pink ones from the garden, with two purple ones in the bouquet!

She falls even more for you,

Each day she receives another flower, and each day she folds them into a beautiful flower crown

Daniela is sad when they die- she wishes she could just go outside

And her sadness is apparent when she plays with the dead flower petals between her petite hands, sitting once again at her seat at the window of the library

You understand the Lady’s sadness, and Daniela finds herself grinning again when instead of flowers, you bring her a slip of paper folded like a flower each day

You get her!

She yearns to feel your touch. A knight to her, the princess

Yet, she fears- what if she is not the princess, but the monster? And her knight?

What if you are not hers, but a knight sent to slay the beast that is her?

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #get well soon doggo

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caitlynmeow · 3 months

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ALL of Alcina’s daughters are jealous of one another:

Bela: you baby Cass and Dani all the time

Cassandra: it’s always Bela this, Daniela that

Daniela: you trust Bela the most and spend A LOT OF time with Cass it’s not fair

It’s as if no matter what she does, someone is always complaining. But Alcina learned not to pay much attention to it. She loves all three just the same. She spends enough time with each daughter and she knows about every little detail in their lives. Not a single one can say otherwise but her children love being dramatic for no reason.

Daniela doesn’t like it when mama pays attention to her sisters.

Cassandra is jealous of both Bela and Daniela

Bela- being the eldest she is just over it (not true)

But generally, Bela is chill and it’s Cassandra and Daniela who display the most jealousy especially when their mother is suddenly paying attention to someone outside of their family.

#house dimitrescu #resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #headcanon #no one one call pull any shit with Alcina because she has proof that all three are cared for just the same #she has photo albums for each daughter #and all three are bulky with an insane amount of pictures because all of Alcina’s babies are adorable and she never gets enough of taking #their pictures #even when someone jokes about cass being the middle child Alcina does actually get mad #because she isn’t paying any less attention to her than her sisters #she also emphasizes that all three have their differences but this doesn’t mean that she likes anyone more or less #like out of all three cass is the rebellious troublemaker but this doesn’t mean that Alcina doesn’t like her or want to spend time with her #and Alcina learned to watch for that because it usually means that cass is need of more love and attention than usual #because when she’s mad or upset she doesn’t say that cass just expects others to magically know #so keeps brooding and doing her thing until someone notices and put two and two together #because what is direct communication???

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niceminipotato · 9 months

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My hopelessly depressed self was listening to music. And you know how it goes? A sad song comes up and you’re singing your heart out and then an image gets conjured up in your head and you have to write it. This song I was listening to was In The Stars by Benson Boone.

Now I will warn you it is sad girl hours and that means angstiness galore. Who knows if the hurt will have comfort by the end of this.

Between the Heavens and the Embers

You had lost them all. One by one they fell. One by one they had been taken. They were gone and you were alone. A single man had done it. All in the span of a mere evening your whole family had crumbled to dust.

******

The day had started as any other. Giggles and cackles echoing through the halls of the castle. The girls, your daughters rather, had been up so early. Winter had been keeping them inside for so long that they were bursting with energy.

You had woken beside her, your lady. The only woman you had ever loved without regard to anyone or anything else. She hardly ever slept but she still enjoyed laying beside you and smiled brightly when your eyes met hers as you woke. The bed you shared was one of the only places where a smile as open as that would make an appearance. She had an image to maintain and you were selfish so you enjoyed that it was only you and your daughters she smiled like that to. While to the outside world she was Countess Dimitrescu a revered Lord of the village to you she was simply Alcina, your love.

The phone had rang that morning and you had whined as she stood to talk to the demanding priestess you so hated. You never understood why your lady revered her as she did but that was a subject you’d learned not to interfere with early on.

You had hoped for a day spent together. You had been talking about it for days. But one look at your lady and you knew plans had gone out the window. She had been up as soon as she hung up hurrying to get ready for the day.

With a sigh you went to help. You weren’t a maid anymore and yet you still loved to help her. A momentary kiss was shared before she gave you an apologetic look. You had shrugged it off, letting her carry on with her duties, but you wished you hadn’t.

******

You wished you had begged her to stay. You wished you hadn’t had to get out of the bed. Wished you could have told your daughters it was a family day. That, as you had planned, you’d spent it together, playing board games, reading, painting, or just talking.

You wished. You wished so much you had done things differently.

You wished you had found him first. Wished you had continued your patrol down in the dungeons. If you had you would’ve prevented your eldest daughter’s death. It would’ve been so simple to lead the man astray. Bela would still be alive had you been there. But no. You had been in the library putting books away. And now all that was left was her sickle laying haphazardly beside a crystallized figure.

You also wished you had insisted on Cassandra teaching you more self defense. Had you done so you and your middle child would have been in opera hall. Training and making an absolute fool of yourself as your other two daughters watched and laughed. But you hadn’t insisted. You had let her go to the armory to sharpen her weapons when everyone knew they had sharpened more than enough. And so another sickle and crystallized figure were all you had left.

And then you wished you had gone to bake cakes with them as Daniela had suggested. But you wanted to do something more strenuous because like them you had so much pent up energy. If you had though, all four of you would’ve been enjoying a cake now all covered in flour while your lady attempted to scold you all for the mess failing miserably and giving into your sheepish grins. But you didn’t do that. Instead you had sunk to your knees and let out a soul rattling sob as you found that your youngest daughter was also gone. Like her sisters leaving only her sickle and a crystallized figure.

Heavens, you wished. You wished you had done so many things differently. How were you going to continue now that they were gone?

You had never felt as broken as you were before. Never felt the air in your lung become painful. Never felt as empty as you did. You wished… but what use was wishing?

******

You didn’t know how long you had been at the library clutching the crystallized figures your daughters left behind. No staff came to you as they had been told to hide. Your lady was no where to be found. That is until the castle shook and a screeching roar rebounded the halls which were usually filled with your daughters’ voices.

You knew who was shaking the castle even if you didn’t know how. You knew it was her the one roaring outside. And in the same line you knew you had to get to her.

Carefully running down the halls with your daughters’ figures you headed for the sound of your lady. You had no idea what to expect at all but what you saw as you made it to one of the large windows wasn’t a dragon.

You knew it was her. Knew the dragon fiercely defending the castle was the woman you loved with your whole being. Any other person might’ve feared her, especially in that state, but not you. No, despite the pain and sorrow you were feeling you couldn’t help but admire her in all her glory. She looked majestic and you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

But then you heard it. You heard the quick succession of gunshots paired up with loud explosions. And your hard sank as the screeches and roars devolved into wails of pain. What you could do to stop it you didn’t know but you ran for her.

Heading for the great tower of the castle you ran as fast as your weak human legs would allow. You ran and ran and ran ignoring the strain in your arms as you carried your daughters’ figures. You ran, your heart clamoring against your ribs, panting like a rabid animal. You ran as more screeching roars mixed in with pained wails. You ran up the steps as fast as you could, the air growing thin. You ran while more shots echoed above you and the tower rattled. You ran while tears streamed down your cheeks. You ran desperate and afraid and then everything stopped.

A loud boom made the ground shudder while the tower shook sending bits of loose rock to the floor. Letting out a shuddering breath you looked out the window and a horrified scream ripped itself free from your throat.

You could see her through the hole over the old chapel’s roof. Could see all of her majestic being laying prone and immobile. A high pitch whistling noise filled your ears and you were off again.

Running desperately you tripped over your feet and landed painfully against the wall with you shoulder to ensure you daughters were ok. You glanced down noting they were and continued on your trek.

It didn’t take long to reach her but it still felt as though hours had gone by. The chill from the outside air bitting at your wet cheeks pulled a shiver from you. You could see Alcina’s huge form crystallizing and ran for her.

Gently placing your daughters down you tried to touch Alcina’s dragon form but it began to crumble away at your touch. You tried hopelessly to put the crumbled bits back but it only made things worse.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know how to fix it. You knew you were screaming and yet you could hear nothing. All you could do was watch as the other form of the woman you loved crumbled to dust. The chilled breeze carrying her remnants until the only thing left was her pearl necklace and a crystallized figure.

Shakily you reached for it, for her, and brought her closer. Hugging the hardened crystal you sobbed unable to understand why. You brought your daughters’ figures closer, hugging as much of them as you could while also holding onto your love and sobbed harder.

You couldn’t breathe. There was no air. It felt as though it had been torn away from you. Just like they had taken the best of your heart and left the rest in pieces.

They had been worried about your mortality and yet here you were alone between bleak heavens and the embers your family had left behind. What were you to do now? You were alone so what now?

“… we have to go.” Someone had been shaking you but you had only shrugged them away. “They’re going to kill us if we stay. We have to go, girl.”

It was Maria, the head maid, the one shaking you to try and get you to stand.

“DON’T. TOUCH. ME.” Your voice sounded foreign, garbled, but you didn’t care.

“I won’t let you die too.” Maria pulled you off of them with a force you hadn’t expected from the old woman. “Let’s go.”

“NO!”

“Let go. They are dead, girl. You have to let them go. We need to go.” She pulled you away while you kicked and screamed.

“Let me go!” You yelled. “I want to stay with them. Let me go now! Please! Don’t take me away. Don’t!” You pleaded in between sobs. “You can’t. Please. Please!”

You tried fruitlessly to make her let go but you were growing weaker and weaker. Sobs wracked your whole body as you drew farther away from the crystallized figures your family left behind. You were breaking further with every step.

All you wanted was to go back to the morning. You wanted to go back to when you were in bed waking to your daughters giggles in the halls and Alcina’s smiling face. You didn’t want some figures you wanted them back.

This couldn’t be. This reality couldn’t be. You wanted your family back.

“Alcina! Please, come back. Please!” You begged. “Come on, Bela. Please Cass! Dani, my pretty little bug. Please wake up. Wake. Up!” You tried but there was nothing. No movement but the billowing snow. “Please! Alcina. Please, you can’t leave me behind. You can’t. Alcina please!”

“Girl, hush now. It’s ok.”

Maria’s muffled voice echoed in between your cries but you ignored it. You kept struggling against her and yelling for your family to come back. They just couldn’t leave you like this.

“Please, Alcina. Please.”

“Hush, girl.”

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“Alcina.”

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“Hush draga.”

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“Alcina, please.” You whimpered.

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“Please wake up, draga mea. Please.”

That voice. You looked at the crystalized figures still huddled together on the floor. But you could hear a voice. That was her voice. Wasn’t it?

“Alcina.”

“Inimioara mea, please wake up. Wake up!”

You felt as though your feet left the ground, and suddenly your world tilted. The arm around your waist was bigger, stronger. The white light coming in from the hole on the roof became a dancing yellowish one. It was no longer cold but warm. And the crystallized figure that stood taller than the other three was gone replaced by glowing golden eyes under brows scrunched with worry.

You let out a whimper, feeling your raw throat protest. “Alcina?” You called watching her release a breath.

“I’m here, draga.”

“You’re real?”

“I’m real.” She nodded and brushed away some of her tears.

You shuddered at her touch before reaching for her and bringing her closer. Alcina wrapped you in her arms allowing you to soak in her warmth. You let out a soft sob as the images from the nightmare flooded your head.

“Breathe, my little love. I’m here.”

“H-he… he…”

“He is dead. He is gone and we are safe. Remember? It was you who killed him. He is gone.” Alcina rubbed gentle circles on your back as she continued. “Our girls are safe. Miranda and Ethan are dead and we all survived. We are safe.”

“Don-don’t leave me alone. Please. Don’t leave me.”

“I will never leave you. Ever.” Alcina replied assuredly. “You are mine and I am yours.”

“And we’re alright.”

“And we are all right, scumpul meu.”

You let her words wash over you as you clung to her hiccuping your slight whimpers. She continued to whisper comforting words as you calmed, allowing the remnants of the nightmare drift away.

Gradually you calmed the hiccuping sobs and whimpers dissolving into light sniffles. Through it all Alcina held you and whispered her affirming words and sweet little nothings.

“I’m s-sorry.” You whispered.

Alcina pulled away so she could loodk at you. “Never apologize for something like this. You have no control over it and it is not your fault. Do you understand?”

You nodded and your lip quivered but you managed to suppress your sob. She pulled you back to her chest letting you tuck yourself under her chin while you listened to the beat of her steady heart.

“Draga?”

“Hmm?”

“Our girls heard you. May they come in?”

You pulled away from her nodding vigorously. Alcina smiled that lovely smile of hers you loved and hated to share before calling out to the girls.

“Bugs. You may come in.”

In an instant three distinct swarms flitted under the close doors before your daughters stood watching you with worried eyes. You shuddered a breath feeling new tears prickle your eyes and smiled.

Daniela swarmed to you the moment you extended your hand out to her materializing into her human form on the bed beside you. She tucked herself under your chin and held you tightly. Cassandra bit her lip before situating herself on your other side between you and Alcina. Last was Bela who took a spot on Alcina’s other side. All three purred to try and comfort you while also seeking the comfort you and Alcina gave them.

“Momma, are you ok?” Cassandra asked you quietly.

“I’m ok.”

Daniela lifted her head and looked at you with teary eyes while anger swirled in her glowing pools of gold. “I hate that manthing. He makes you cry. He’s hurting you and I can’t cut him. I can’t kill him. I can’t give him what he deserves.”

“He is already gone, sweet bug.” Alcina said reaching out to scratch the shaved side of her head.

“The nightmares will go away, little fly.” You added and kissed her forehead.

“He’s gone. The nightmares will go away. And we’ll be here with Mother and Momma. Everything will be fine Dani.” Bela said from under Alcina’s chin.

“I love all of you. You know that, right?”

The nods and I love yous that followed filled your heart with a warm and soothing feeling. The three settled, the purring making you smile. It didn’t take long for the three girls to fall into a deep slumber while you and Alcina watched them.

“Draga?”

“My lady?”

Alcina smirked at you and shook her head, “are you feeling better?”

“It… it felt so real. But now. This,” you said looking down at your daughters and then back at her, “I know this is the real thing.”

“Good.” Alcina kissed your forehead as best she could with two girls clinging to her. “Oh and before I forget. Scumpul inimioara mea, I love you.”

Leaning as close as you possibly could to her you finally allowed your eyes to flutter close. Daniela and Cassandra laid heavily on you but you didn’t mind. Bela had somehow managed to reach a hand over to you around her mother just because she wanted you to feel her. Alcina herself had rested her cheek above your head too. They were there.

The buzzing forms of your daughters completely relaxed and happily sleeping with you. The woman you loved more than anyone and anything in the world was there. No one was gone. Your family was there. They hadn’t been taken. You needn’t wish because you had saved them back then.

The dormant cadou you’d had, woke the moment you’d heard Bela scream. Your human nature was gone and a new mutated being had been born. You had protected your family. All of them. You were the reason they were still here with you. You didn’t have to hold on to something dead and gone because they weren’t. They weren’t dead they were here with you. You didn’t have to say goodbye because they’d be there forever. It wouldn’t hurt and the best of your heart was still with them but it was fine because so were they.

A.N. Guess no angsty end 🥹 you’re welcome 😇 but then who knows maybe this sucked. Again I apologize for the sad girl hours lol

#alcina x female reader #angst with a happy ending??#maybe???#sad girl hours #idk why i wrote this #but I did so here hehe #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 alcina #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader

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donnabenevientosimpingzone · 3 months

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Alright, your poll made me curious! What are your new headcanons about Donna dating each of the newly mutated Dimitrescu sisters? (And, if you’re comfortable with answering it ofc, do you have any spicy headcanons too?)

Ooooooh okay okay ok ok ok- firstly I would like to preface by saying the newly designed sisters behave differently. Before I idealized them a little more than usual and they basically don’t act much different then normal, but this is the Cadou we’re talking about. As the captions say- the Cadou during the mutation heightens each sister’s respective sense so they do act more beastly and ravenous than usual.

Bela

- Becomes the most uncontrollable when mutated, if she doesn’t get it her way then there is no way, her anxiety reigns supreme

- Constantly by Donna’s side and needs physical reassurance; wraps her tail around her, a wing, wing across the thigh, anything

- Seems to constantly be in a state of fight or flight, girl will roar at a bee that buzzes just slightly too loud for her comfort, which means Donna has to be mindful of what may/may not set her off

- Donna has to let her repetitively check things, kinda like how your dog may sniff you a few times when you come home to make sure it’s you

- Often times if Bela is mutated, so is Donna. Spider Donna does a lot to comfort Bela, and neither of them quite know why yet

- As much of an anxious lil punk Bela is mutated, Donna finds it adorable. They’ve found their own groove with things, and while Bela is the one comforting Donna’s anxieties unmutated- she can return the favour here

- The progress of unmutating is like waking up after a night of drinking for Bela- she remembers bits and pieces but not everything- and ends up feeling awful about how she acts when mutated

- Theyre working on it together

Cassandra

- Cassandra is already a pretty hypocritical person, she’s the middle child, of course she’s going to act all whiny when she gets attention she wants

- But in her mutated form her mixed signals get even worse

- She’ll rub up against Donna practically begging to be pet, and then the moment Donna lifts her hand to do so- Cass hisses and runs away

- It definitely was a huge hurdle for the two of them to work over, but they’ve found ways

- Their love language is subtle. They may make eye contact from across the room, Donna may put out an extra plate even if Cassandra doesn’t join for dinner, Cassandra may take a nap on Donna’s bed when she isn’t there and leave it a mess to show Donna she did.

- Her mutated form does make a good mount though. On the lucky days, Donna gets to join her for hunts.

- Can spiral into uncontrollable rage if not careful, but somehow Cassandra always recognizes Donna and refuses to hurt her

Daniela

- the most conscious of the sisters when mutated, and therefore doesn’t act too differently

- The only real difference is just how eager she is to please

- Donna has to be pretty mindful with what she asks of Daniela while she’s mutated, because Dani is going to take it all literally and bend her back to make her request a reality- even if Donna says it jokingly

- They’ve come up with “safe words” so Daniela knows when NOT to basically start world war just to get Donna a lollipop

- Cuddles. All the cuddles. If Donna is also mutated, Daniela will hold onto her like a baby bat.

- Kisses are harder with Daniela due to how contorted her mouth has become, which makes her upset, so they learned to compromise by bumping heads like cats

- Tail wagger

As for the spicy headcannons- I will admit that I have thought of a few. These will be written more generally.

- they have prehensile feet, since their arms became wings- they adapt the bird strategy of making their muscular legs makeshift arms and hands

- Although they don’t have as fine of control, they tend to wrap them around the hips and legs, and use them to pin

- The tail is a very useful tool ya know.

- They have some control over the tentacles but definitely not entire control

- I have NOT thought about them as receivers so all of these are them as tops

Bela

- her split face is optimal for oral, and it tends to be her preferred anyways

- Tries to hold her beloved with her wings but it depends if it’s successful

- She has the longest tongue of the mutated sisters. Do with that what you will.

Cassandra

- she’ll use her pharyngeal jaws to keep her lover in place, she’s surprisingly gentle with them if she wants to

- Her wings are more used as tools to give her power, especially when she’s dry humping

- Really good with her tail. Do with that what you will.

Daniela

- has the best control of her talons, the bat-like wing giving her a thumb gives her the ability to finger her lover

- she has the largest wingspan of the sisters so they tend to just shield her and her lover like an extra curtain- she wants the meal all to herself after all

- She does have a tongue but it’s mostly pulled away due to all her teeth, when it does come out though- it has a grasping end. Do with that what you will.

#ask #resident evil village #resident evil #donna beneviento #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #donnela #beladonna #donssandra #mutated sisters #spider donna #vs beneviento #headcannons

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fr3sh-tragedies · 1 year

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Shielded Tranquility

[Resident Evil: Village] Cassandra Dimitrescu x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.07k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Blood, threats, handling a small panic attack, mentions of torture, suggestive dialogue, language, soft angst, and fluff.

[A/N]: Here's Cassandra's part for the continuation of Shielded! I'm working on the story for Daniela, so expect that sometime soon! Bela's part can be found here.

Enjoy!

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Faint laughter rolled down the crumbling hallways of the dungeon linked to the kitchen, softly rumbling its way past cracked bricks and snapped planks that littered the cold and rugged stone floor. Having noticed just how overwhelmed and stressed the majority of her fellow maids were, [Y/N] offered to assist them with the most anxiety-inducing task: cleaning out the remains and partially-dried bloodstains in each cage. After working with House Dimitrescu for so long, most maids and visitors–who later became victims–grew accustomed to these scenes.

The reason so many of the maids grew frail and hesitant with every action they took while on the lowest floor of the manor was because they were never sure if their predators would join them, taunt them, and ultimately torture them relentlessly, laughing at them and mocking them heartlessly as they took their final, strained breath. No matter how many times they were reassured by the head matriarch of the castle known for the bloodshed and lack of mercy, each maid felt their heart sink to their stomach each time they heard they were being assigned to work downstairs.

Knowing this, and wanting to help her coworkers feel at ease while working, [Y/N] made sure to crack jokes at every given opportunity. She kept a smile on at all times and forced herself to appear as though she had no concern for the potential punishment or death any one of them could receive at any given moment.

The maids, even those among them who had been fortunate enough to survive and work under one of the Four Lords for years, found themselves astonished at her carefree attitude. Although they weren’t sure how genuine she was being towards them, they couldn’t help but feel their own anxiety flicker away with each grin and pun sent their way. Within an hour, they had all begun to share jokes and laugh. They convinced each other to stay as silent as possible, but after a decent amount of time that lacked scolding from one of their employers, it was becoming much harder to stifle their giggles.

Each woman had grown comfortable enough to let their guard down, though one by one, they grew tense again and gasped as a familiar figure prowled past them, accompanied by the overwhelmingly strong smell of blood, sweat, and something rotten. Confusion riddled each maid’s face as the middle child, Cassandra Dimitrescu, paid no mind to them, not even gracing them with a single glance in their direction. Instead, she lurked forward with a smirk on her face. She had clearly just gotten finished with a hunt, which was evident from the way warm, wet, fresh blood had been splattered over her lips and gradually trickled down her jawline and throat. It seeped into her cloak, though it didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. Likely the same blood that enhanced her wicked grin also drenched her tattered gloves and sleeves. Wherever she was going seemed to be more important than cleaning up after herself.

Then again, she tended to prefer keeping a wild appearance. She was thrilled when others feared her and viewed her as unhinged. It helped accomplish her desire to be intimidating and in control, which satisfied her even further each time she toyed with her prey. Knowing that her wicked, sadistic glare would be the final thing so many of her victims saw was addictive. Being feared was one of the most important, exhilarating things to her.

Her sickle dangled loosely from her belt, rocking and thumping against her hip with each sauntered movement. Strangely enough, it didn’t seem it was what she had used. The silver still gleamed effortlessly under the dim lighting from the candles burning punily against the walls. It seemed as though the blade had been sharpened recently, which only added to the bewilderment pouring throughout the entire level.

Pure terror and a feeling of helplessness riddled through the women’s bodies as they managed to shuffle closer to the wall and watch from the corners of their eyes as Cassandra continued to glide towards her target–which they quickly realized was the woman providing them with their only sense of comfort: [Y/N].

The maids closest to [Y/N] noticed her presence far too late to warn her. They instinctively stepped away and bowed their heads to both show obedience and to avoid potentially making eye contact with the cruelest daughter of Alcina. [Y/N] noticed their sudden change in behavior and tilted her head in confusion, never once twisting around far enough to see the woman mere inches behind her. Cassandra’s emergence from the stairs instantly became known to her, however, as cold, damp, strong arms encircled her waist and pulled her backwards far enough to lean against the partially-solid body of the taller woman now standing directly behind her. She yelped, puzzled at how she hadn’t heard the buzzing growing louder or noticed the tension returning to the room. A shiver crept through her body upon feeling the blood begin to seep into her uniform, once warm in the body of the victim, now frigid against her skin.

Before she could turn to face her, Cassandra’s strong jawline and chin, doused in thick blood, planted themselves into the crook of [Y/N]’s neck. Her voice hitched as the woman’s hot, staggered breath caressed her ear. She could feel everyone’s eyes on the two of them, as well as the sensation of a slick, crimson red substance instantly bleeding through her white cotton shirt-collar and streaming across her shoulder, all the way down to the skin just above her right breast.

She could feel her heart hammering against her ribs so violently, and given how enhanced Alcina’s daughters’ senses became after the experiment they unwillingly participated in, she was sure Cassandra could hear it as well. Her anxiety spiked immediately once she realized neither Bela nor Daniela were down here with her. She never had to fear what would happen around Cassandra as long as they were around to keep her in check, but now she was down here on her own. Thinking as quickly as she could, she did her best to remain calm and prevent the other women in the room from getting hurt. She took a sharp breath in and turned her head to peer at Cassandra through the corner of her eye.

“Lady C-Cassandra, what are you–” “Hello, [Y/N]. I’ve been looking for you everywhere. Why’re you down here wasting your precious time with these pathetic maids? You weren’t assigned to work in here.” [Y/N] swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She didn’t mind having to stand up for herself, but as a child, she had been forced to learn how to defend others after learning of the other kids in the village bullying her younger sister. She knew the other women who worked here were too terrified of the heads of the house to put their foot down, but she wouldn’t allow herself to stand aside and let them be thrown around and treated like they were worthless. In her mind, it would feel like she was letting her sister get hurt–like she would let her down. “Lady Cassandra, please. I’m no better than the other women here, and you know it. I’m a maid just like the rest of them, and none of them are in any way inferior to you or your family.”

A dark, forced cackle erupted from Cassandra’s lips as her fingertips dug into [Y/N]’s clothed skin. “Oh, you really do amuse me, my little maid. You know very well these pathetic, shoddy women mean nothing outside of their work. And even then, they can all be replaced.” She lowered her voice so only [Y/N] could hear her and tugged her closer. “All except you,” she husked with an impish smirk. A shudder jolted down [Y/N]’s spine. Before she had a chance to send back a retort of her own, Cassandra continued, instantly changing the subject.

“Aside from that, you still haven’t given me a reason as to why you’re down here. You weren’t assigned to clean out the cells, so why have you gone against orders? Don’t make me repeat myself again.” She turned her head, allowing her bloodstained, needle-like fangs to graze against [Y/N]’s soft, warm, tempting skin. “You know exactly what will happen.”

[Y/N] found herself suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. Cassandra was one who tended to put on a facade around others–especially those she deems to be lower than her–but her mask would periodically falter long enough to show her more sensitive nature, in which she always seemed ashamed of. “I didn’t go against any orders, Lady Cassandra. I was told–by your mother–to take the day off and do as I please, so long as I don’t interfere with her work. That’s why I’m down here: I’m doing as I please, which is helping the other women down here so they don’t overwhelm themselves with such a daunting task. I’m in no way interrupting your mother’s work. I hope that answers your question.”

The maids pinned to the sides of the, now dead-silent, halls held their breaths, mortified at how bold [Y/N] had been as she spoke to Cassandra–the sister known to be the most sadistic, aggressive, and short-tempered of the three. They feared they’d watch their friend be torn apart right in front of them, limb by limb. Rigid as boards, they shared silent looks with each other before a mocking laugh bellowed deep from inside Cassandra’s gut. Their eyes shot back to the two women secluded from the rest.

Cassandra cackled once more at [Y/N]’s remark, audibly growing annoyed with how confidently she was biting back. She sighed, gripping the smaller woman tightly by her right bicep and twirling her around to look her in the eye. “I suppose it does, maid. I just hope you haven’t made any other plans. You’re coming with me,” she sneered as she yanked her back towards the staircase leading up to the kitchen. She glared daggers at each maid this time as she passed them. Her footsteps echoed loudly as she stormed up in a swift movement fueled by her wavering pride. “Let this be a warning to all of you. No one speaks to me this way. If you’d like to be drawn to the most horrendous pain you’ve ever experienced, then by all means, be my guest and follow her example.”

Mortified gazes trailed after the two as they vanished through the arched doorway and up the stairs. The maid closest to where they left strained her ears in an attempt to hear anything further.

Once she knew they were both out of earshot and sight, Cassandra softened her grip on [Y/N]’s arm as she led her up the stairs in the main den. “Lady Cassandra, where are you taking me?” The brunette sighed and waited until she found a secluded room where there were no other maids stationed. She tugged her forward before practically slamming the door shut and locking it, flying over to the other entrance leading to the adjacent room and doing the same. At length, she spun around on her heel and glared down at [Y/N] with furrowed brows. “Why the hell would you speak to me that way in front of them? Do you know how humiliating that is for me? How difficult it makes it to maintain some sense of intimidation and control?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “No, of course you don’t.”

[Y/N] sucked in a shaky breath to steel her nerves. She stood up straight, strained her features to mirror neutrality, and steadied her voice to appear confident in herself. “Lady Cassandra, it wasn’t my intention to upset you. I just don’t enjoy watching how ashamed you and your sisters make my coworkers feel each time you speak to them. I’m sure they’d do much better while working if you treated them with the respect they deserve.” Cassandra laughed again. “Respect? You really think those lowly maids deserve respect? Even with how worthless they are?” Irritation overwhelmed [Y/N]’s senses. She stepped forward with a look in her eye that Cassandra had never seen before. It enticed her. “Listen. I don’t care what you say about me, or even what you say about your sisters. You know very well that they’ll have the courage to fight back, and so will I. But I will not stand by and watch while you degrade those women who are too terrified to speak up for themselves. They may not have your respect, but you sure as hell have theirs.

“I may be speaking out of place here, and you may very well have my head for it, Lady Cassandra, but it seems to me that I’m the only one here who will stand up for what’s right, and I won’t apologize for it. If you showed any decency towards the people who worked day and night for you, you would know better than to constantly berate them at every given moment. Any child who was taught basic proper manners knows that.”

Stunned, Cassandra only stared silently at the fuming woman in front of her, her mouth slightly agape as she blinked. After a moment of the two women staring awkwardly at each other, [Y/N] sighed heavily and took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her head down to gawk at the floor beneath her as if it were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. She cleared her throat.

“I apologize, Lady Cassandra. I didn’t mean to go that far. I’m just so sick of seeing you hurt others like that. I care about those women so much, and I don’t want someone else I care about to be the reason behind their suffering.” Another sigh slipped through her parted lips. “I suppose I should’ve expected this, though. After all, your family is known for being merciless towards those deemed even less valuable than the dust on the bodies of those you toy with and torture. Those that are unwillingly brought into this world with dreams and ambitions of their own, only for it to be taken away over several grueling hours that you seem to enjoy.”

The seconds that followed felt like hours, both women at a loss for words. [Y/N] continued to avert her gaze and stare at different objects decorating the same room that grew heavier with tension. Cassandra, however, couldn’t tear her eyes away from [Y/N]. She had always known the woman wasn’t afraid to stand up for what she believed in, but she had never heard her grow so aggressive and insulting. It piqued her interest. Aside from her sisters, Cassandra wasn’t used to anyone talking back, even to defend themself. She felt herself going to war inside her mind, desperately racking her brain for something to say.

“Just…” she started in a hushed tone. “Just call me Cassandra, for god’s sake. I think you’re already aware that you’ve earned my trust. You know I don’t have it in myself to hurt you, especially after you defended my sisters and I when that disgusting man-thing broke in a couple of weeks ago.” It was [Y/N]’s turn to be surprised. She had never heard Cassandra speak so calmly, even when she had rested against her after the invasion a few weeks prior. She cleared her throat. “But that’s…that goes against everything I was taught. I mean, you know I don’t think of anyone as superior or inferior, but I do know how important it is to show respect. It’d feel so improper to address you that way.” Cassandra sighed, though it shifted more into a low growl that rumbled in the back of her throat.

She stepped forward. “Oh my god, why are you–ugh! You’re so damn annoying!” “What…?” She stepped closer, prompting [Y/N] to cower back a bit and begin to trail backward. “You heard what I said, god dammit! You’re annoying! God, this is disgusting. I’m disgusting. I never wanted to feel this way–especially about you!” “Lady Cassandra, wh-what are you talking ab–”

“I hate you, okay?” She finally shouted. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, the hue beginning to flush her face matching the blood still dripping down her chin. She began to pace back and forth in a panicked manner, her gloved fingernails digging into her scalp. “I hate the way you make me feel, I hate the fuzzy feeling I get when I so much as think of you, I hate how beautiful and selfless you are, I hate how you’re afraid to address me casually, and I hate how you always make me feel so good about myself!”

Processing the words and replaying them over and over again in her mind like a record player, [Y/N] could only watch in a daze as Cassandra continued to walk around in frantic steps. At length, the troubled woman halted her movements and buried her face in her trembling hands. She heaved, wishing she could shrivel away at that moment. She had never imagined she’d be so vulnerable around anyone. In her mind, any emotion aside from anger or sadistic pleasure was weakness. How had this young maid managed to break down her walls in such a short amount of time? Surely saving her wasn’t enough to make her fall into such shameful vulnerability.

Oh, how desperate she was to drown away in her own puddle of shame, far away from everyone and everything that could see how pathetic she felt.

“But, Cassandra, why does that seem like it’s such a bad thing in your mind?” Unwillingly, a pained sob tore through Cassandra’s lips as she once again clawed at her hair. Her lips curled up as a rough laugh followed soon after. “Because I don’t deserve it! Any of it, dammit! You should be afraid of me!” Her eyes screwed themselves tightly shut as another cry erupted from her throat, which was growing raw from the hysteric weeping.

She couldn’t hear anything over the sound of her own sniffling and sharp gasps for air. The feeling of two warm, gentle hands firmly taking her own made her visibly jump, recoiling back and nearly spiraling into the nearest wall out of shock. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” [Y/N] whispered reassuringly, holding her hands up in front of her shoulders, palms facing towards the terrified woman. “I need you to breathe, alright? Just breathe. Here, give me your hands. If it’s alright for me to hold them, of course.”

Cassandra looked down as she panted fearfully, wrestling with her conscience to come back to her senses. Her golden eyes flickered back and forth between [Y/N]’s hands offering themselves to let her hold and the girl’s soft, yet stern, steadied gaze. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

Hesitantly, Cassandra found herself stepping forward at a painfully slow pace before outstretching her arms far enough to rest her hands in [Y/N]’s. She looked back up at the one trying to calm her down.

“Breathe, okay? Take three deep breaths, and then we’ll go from there.” She had to take a moment to understand the words, but Cassandra eventually nodded. She attempted to take the first one, though it came out in a strangled manner. “Hey, just look at me. Breathe with me, alright? We’re going to breathe in for three seconds, hold for three seconds, and then take the same amount of time to breathe back out. Got it? In three, hold three, out three.”

Too puzzled about what she was feeling, Cassandra nodded again and did as she was told. She watched as [Y/N] began to breathe in slowly and held up her left hand to count to three. Shakily, she followed her example, and after a few attempts, she had finally managed to take three deep breaths. “Good,” [Y/N] whispered. She began to kneel down into a sitting position, gently tugging the trembling woman with her. Once seated, [Y/N] squeezed Cassandra’s hands in her own.

“I want you to focus on your five senses, alright? We’ll take it one at a time. First, tell me what you can feel.” Cassandra’s hands twitched uncomfortably, tingling from being numb. After taking a second to muster her strength, she curled her fingers far enough to grip [Y/N]’s hands. She blinked, eventually closed her eyes, and let herself focus. “Y-Your hands. I f-feel your hands in mine.” “Try to describe them for me.”

She stammered, struggling to properly form the correct descriptive words. “Uh, s-soft, warm, and…” She squeezed her grip again. “They’re smaller th-than mine.” “Good, you’re doing great. Now tell me what you can hear.”

Her brows furrowed together tightly as she strained her ears, trying urgently to push past the rushing sound of ringing. “I–I can hear my v-voice, and our heartb-beats.” “Good. What can you smell?” She inhaled deeply, failing to notice that her breathing had already returned to normal. “Your scent, and, um…the ashes in the hearth. I-I think there was a fire going recently.”

“Taste?”

“Blood. I, well, you can see why. I forgot to wipe it off on the way up here.” Cassandra felt herself smile tiredly as [Y/N] chuckled in response. “Yeah, I know. You’re almost done. Now you just need to tell me what you can see. You might want to open your eyes for that, though.” Cassandra let out a snicker of her own before she let her eyes flutter open. Having to take a moment for her vision to adjust from being blurred from her tears, eventually her eyes focused on [Y/N]’s. She couldn’t see it herself, but her pupils–which tended to slit themselves as if she were constantly preying on something–were blown.

“I can see you. I see your gaze, your smile, and–” she paused and nervously glanced down. “And the bloodstains I accidentally left on your waist.” [Y/N]’s smile grew wider. “You did great. Do you feel any better?” Too uncharacteristically bashful, Cassandra could only nod as she stared at the ground beneath them.

“I’m glad. Now, why don’t we get you to bed? You look exhausted.” As if on cue, Cassandra felt herself yawn, her hands slipping from [Y/N]’s and rising above her head to stretch. “Actually,” she murmured while rubbing her eyes, “could we just sleep in here? Kind of like how we slept that night, but just you and I?”

[Y/N] froze for a moment. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overwhelm you. I mean, I’m sure you’d like some space and privacy while you rest.” Cassandra didn’t seem embarrassed in the slightest about keeping each other company, which was very out of the ordinary for her. “I’m sure. We’d just need to get the fire going again and gather up some pillows and blankets. I could go grab those if you wouldn’t mind getting some of the spare driftwood and lighting it up in the hearth.”

The two women, although they experienced different reactions to the proposal, both internally felt the mutual urge to be near one another. Neither one of them were sure what their relationship was, but they both craved a more intimate, romantic connection, though both were too afraid to make the first move. Cassandra’s fear was her pride being crushed because of her phobia of dealing with rejection. [Y/N]’s fear was the thought of ruining what it was they already had established, feeding on her linked dread of being despised and abandoned.

After realizing that Cassandra was already half-asleep, [Y/N] could feel her hesitation begin to fade. She sighed at length and nodded. “Alright, I can do that. I’ll be right back. I’m not sure how many pillows or blankets are up here though.” Cassandra shrugged and stumbled onto her feet. “I don’t know either, but I’ll see what I can find. Hurry up though. I’m about to collapse, and I don’t want to do that in this cold-ass room.” Finally, [Y/N] giggled again. “Alright, alright. Fair enough.” She hoisted herself back onto her feet as well and headed towards the door leading out into the main hallway, unlocking it and beginning to head out.

“Oh, and [Y/N]?” She halted her steps and peered back into the room. “Yes?” Cassandra gazed at her gently. “If you so much as breathe a word about any of this to anyone, especially my sisters, I’ll have your head,” she threatened emptily with a smile. [Y/N] paused before laughing. “I was honestly waiting for a wink or something with that last part.” Cassandra couldn’t help but roll her eyes as [Y/N] left, though she also couldn’t bite back her smirk. “Yeah, that’ll come later on,” she mumbled under her breath. She turned to the sofas lining the far wall, drifting towards them to retrieve the throw pillows propped up against the armrests and the soft, red cotton-weaved blankets folded neatly in the center of every other cushion.

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Flames began to crackle loudly as they grew in the hearth. A soft light illuminated the room, casting wavering shadows throughout the room, which brought attention to the only highlighted spot shielded from the darkness. A few feet in front of the base of the fire, [Y/N] and Cassandra had bundled themselves together under layers of blankets and on top of piles of pillows. Similar to what she had done two weeks prior when recovering from the attack, Cassandra had huddled against [Y/N] as closely as she could. Her nose had nuzzled itself into the girl’s neck, allowing her to effortlessly breathe in her scent as she rested.

They had both stayed quiet for a while, watching the fire grow larger, though [Y/N] eventually broke the silence. “Hey, Cassandra?” The fatigued woman leaning against her, clinging to her for warmth, hummed almost inaudibly in response. The lack of clarity in the noise was caused by the lower half of her face being buried underneath the covers–as well as how she had positioned her head to bask in [Y/N]’s aroma. “Hm?” “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you come looking for me earlier when I was downstairs?” Cassandra huffed and yawned. “Because I was originally going to ask if we could come upstairs and do exactly what we’re doing right now. I just lost my temper, so things kind of took…a turn,” she slurred out sleepily.

“Ah.”

Silence fell upon them again. Several minutes passed before either one of them spoke. This time, it was Cassandra who broke the hushedness. “I cannot tell you how tempted I am to bury my face underneath your shirt.” [Y/N] coughed, attempting to stifle the sudden choking on her spit. “I-I’m sorry?” Playfully, yet tiredly, Cassandra smacked her shoulder. “Not like that, you dork. Well, not yet anyway.” Again, [Y/N] had to prevent herself from choking. “I meant because you’re really warm, and having your shirt over me would keep the heat in. I’d probably fall asleep there and never come out.”

“C-Cassandra, what the hell are you even talking about?”

“Honestly? I don’t even know anymore. I’m exhausted. I probably won’t remember half of the things I’ve already said once I wake up. It’s a nice thought though–I’d get to be close to you, I’d be warm, and your shirt would block out the sunlight so I can actually sleep in.” [Y/N] smirked, playing along. “Yeah, but then you’d have to hear all the weird noises my stomach makes 24/7.” Cassandra hummed out a small laugh, already on the verge of falling asleep. “Ah, I’d say it’s worth it.”

The two smiled, the tranquil setting returning comfortably this time. As Cassandra began to dream, [Y/N] reflected on all that had happened so far. Although she knew it wasn’t necessarily a permanent issue, her mind kept wandering back to the arguments and insults. It began to eat away at her consciousness.

Afraid Cassandra was still upset from her unintentional outburst earlier, [Y/N] desperately grasped at ideas on what she could possibly say to lighten the mood. She squeezed Cassandra’s shoulders to pull her closer. “Y’know, next time you get angry and I can tell you’re about to have a completely different mood or reaction, I’m going to yell “plot twist!” like I’m solving some kind of crime in one of Daniela’s corny mystery books, and then carry on. You think your sisters will be confused?” Cassandra, although she didn’t understand why she was asking, chuckled breathily. “Oh, definitely, but I will be too.”

[Y/N] grinned. “Yeah, but then that means I win.” Cassandra’s head perked up a bit to face the woman holding her. Her eyebrow raised as the gears visibly turned in her brain. “Huh?” [Y/N] beamed down at her. “I win because I managed to switch your attention to something else. That way you’re not entirely upset anymore.”

Finally, after a long moment of thinking her exhaustion was rendering [Y/N] as incoherent, Cassandra laughed and yawned. She let her head fall back gently to return to its resting spot on [Y/N]’s chest. She sighed as the familiar heartbeat behind the girl’s ribs filled her ears.

“You’re so stupid. I love you so much.”

[Y/N] froze, surprised that Cassandra was the first one to say it. Eventually, she felt herself smile in a tired, smitten way, before leaning her head back against one of the many pillows they were both propped against. Her head then tilted far enough for her ear to come into contact with Cassandra’s soft brunette locks. Her fingertips dug lightly into the blankets they shared and pulled them further around themselves, then driving further up and finding themselves scratching softly at Cassandra’s scalp, prompting her to purr in response. Pure bliss flooded both women’s senses. [Y/N] could feel her eyelids beginning to droop from exhaustion. Listening to the way her body begged her to rest, she finally closed her eyes and let her tensed muscles relax.

“I love you too.”

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