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[heisenberg-simp257]

I saw the Requests open so, yeahhhhh

The 4 lords (separate) with a crush!reader who's, yes have a crush on

Who's really, really, really, oblivious, like a lot, that they can't even take one small Hint,

And the 4 lords (separate) Finally confessed, The confession took 4 hours to understand the reader.

Thank you for reading!

I think I understand! Hope you enjoy! 💖 Sorry if it's wrong anywhere!

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The Four Lords with an Oblivious Crush!Reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

-When it comes to having a crush on someone, Alcina is usually very patient. She's not one to get giddy or overly excited, but she does feel a sense of pleasantness when around her crush. That being said, it's very hard for said person to realize her fondness because she is very subtle about it.

-Especially when that someone is as oblivious as you are.

-You don't recognize anything as flirtatious, which upsets her because Alcina always believes that her subtle hints were brilliantly thought out, and then you don't even see it. She tends to sulk a bit afterwards, and you have to pry her on why. Which sucks because Alcina gives up on telling you the exact reason.

-Her daughters try to help in any way they can because their mother has ranted about your oblivious behavior to them, but even those three can't get through to you. They won't tell you about Alcina's feelings out of respect, but they sure as hell give hints.

-One day she can't take it anymore and prepares some wine to tell you about how she feels. Knowing Alcina, it was very dramatic and a lot of words were used. But still, to anyone else, it would have been very straightforward. Except for you, who kept thinking she was talking about friendship.

-It only took four grueling hours for you to get what she was talking about.

-You confessed that you never realized what she was trying to get across and apologized profusely for it. She was a bit strained during this whole exchange but was relieved that it was over and you returned her feelings for you. Now you'll recognize all her gestures were coming from love.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-Donna is extremely shy when it comes to having a crush on someone and it all stems back to her insecurities. She never feels like she's good enough for someone to love, but Donna is trying to push herself to express her feelings to that person she likes. But she is very very subtle about it, which doesn't help anyone.

-Especially you, who can never recognize a hint.

-And it's not always your fault because Donna isn't even the best at giving hints. Everything she does would be considered friendly, even by a person who isn't as oblivious as you. She would make you things, fix things for you, and make you all this tea. You interpret it a lot differently than how she's trying to display it as. Every time after, she would go to her room and just stare out the window.

-Angie is way more upfront about the whole situation, but the funny part is that she never brings up Donna's feelings. The doll just gets angry at you for "not getting it", which you don't understand in the slightest. Donna has to come and apologize with a red and flustered face.

-It takes Donna literal months before she realizes that this isn't going to work and she needs to just make the first move, which honestly scares her even more. She just wants to do it fast like ripping off a band-aid. It would be just Donna's luck that she would have to explain herself over and over again because you didn't understand what she was trying to say (due to her mumbling and your obliviousness).

-Four hours later and she's an emotional puddle on the floor.

-You were embarrassed for her and yourself as well for not noticing her advances (which weren't too much to be honest). Now you both were being kind of awkward as you tried to explain your own feelings for her. Each time she does something for you now, you pay extra close attention to it because you want her to know you understand now.

Salvatore Moreau

-Moreau is a big bundle of love when it comes to having a crush on somebody. Not only that, but he gets a crush quite easily. All it takes is a smile or a laugh before his attention is just on you. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he's not one to give up when it comes to giving signs. Moreau is oddly patient which is good because it's going to take him a while to get the message across.

-You were a very oblivious person when it came to things like this.

-However, sometimes Moreau doesn't even realize that you didn't understand what his little gestures meant. He's so excited to give you more affection that he didn't know it went over your head. In your eyes, he was just being really nice to you since adjusting to life in this area had been hard. You didn't even realize that his affections go much farther than that.

-Eventually though, Moreau recognizes that his gestures aren't doing anything. He isn't stupid no matter what Heisenberg says. He starts to realize that he's going to have to take another approach. Unlike the other lords, he doesn't get nervous or embarrassed when it comes to things like this.

-It was easy for him to sit with you and explain his growing feelings outright. Moreau was direct and concise, probably adding more words than needed, but he was just that kind of guy. He thought was easily getting the point across and that it was going to end well. Moreau didn't expect you to be as dense as you are, no offense.

-It took him a whopping four hours for you to realize his crush.

-At this point, he was beyond exhausted yet relieved that you finally knew. You felt a little embarrassed that he had to explain all this just for you to understand how he feels. With that in mind, you were a little flustered as well. But you were grateful. Now, things can have a more special meaning.

Karl Heisenberg

-If Moreau is a ball of love, then Heisenberg is a vacant field of isolation. He's never had a "crush" on anyone or he might just crush himself. To him, love is a weakness that needs to be eradicated. And perhaps that view of thinking stems from the fact that he didn't know or understand any form of real love. But when he gets a crush on you, he's in for a ride.

-Because you are the densest and most oblivious person he knows, and it kills him.

-Heisenberg didn't know how to give hints about how he feels towards you because he's never experienced this before. To be honest, your obliviousness was most likely also due to his inexperience. Still, it gets him frustrated that his little acts of kindness go unnoticed because that's just how Heisenberg is when it comes to things not going his way.

-The more this goes on, the more Heisenberg fears that he will have to speak up about it otherwise it was going to drive him nuts. He can't handle his emotions very well, so sometimes his aggression is directed from his inability to handle how he feels about you. He'll also self-isolate which also gives you the wrong impression. But it's the sit down with him that's kind of scary for you.

-Because of the obliviousness, he has to sit with you face to face in order to get the message across. Not only that, but you have no clue what he's about to discuss with you because you never recognized the signs he was giving. Frankly, it was because he also didn't hand out many signs. Heisenberg was stubborn, stuttering, and overall nervous as he told you how he felt. Which also didn't work in his favor.

-This led to four hours of him having to repeat and explain himself.

-He thought his face was going to melt from how hot it was. Congratulations, you have finally broken Lord Heisenberg's walls and turned him into a puddle of mush. He sincerely hopes you return the feelings for him otherwise he will just combust and probably smush himself under a piece of scrap metal. You were probably just as flushed as he was about the realization, promising to be better about it from now on. Give him a hug and he will explode.

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[horeformilfs]

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[multimilfs]

Donna Beneviento x Fem!Reader: While I'm Around

Summary: Donna Beneviento + 122 — “I’m not going anywhere.”

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: One thing I can never get enough of in Donna fics is Angie. Yes, she's creepy as hell, but I love that little doll.

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Tag List: @multifandomfix @escapetodreamworld @ghostsunderstoodmysoul

Warning(s): Blood mention

Your lips part in a silent scream. Pain suffuses your entire body and you hunch over, clutching at your now-bleeding leg. Angie giggles maniacally and takes off in the other direction. 

“Angie! Get back here!” You yell through the pain.

“No thanks!” 

“I’m going to turn you into firewood, I swear!” 

You start limping in the direction of where she disappeared, leaving a trail of blood on the hardwood behind you. She really got you good this time. And honestly, it feels a little personal, but you’re too angry to give that thought much power. 

“You wish!” Angie calls back, “I’m not going anywhere!” 

On a good day, Angie is manageable. Donna’s closeness often curbs her more feral tendencies. But on days like today, when Donna is summoned rather suddenly from the manor, Angie borders on insane. 

And despite how much you love her, it makes you want to chain her up in the basement until Donna gets back. 

Unfortunately, you were so surprised by Donna’s departure you didn’t stop to consider the option. Now you’re paying the price for it. All of it had started well, actually; Angie had been mellow and toddled after you while you went about tasks, asking questions and making funny, yet outrageous demands. Your favorite had been when she tugged on your pant leg—almost pulling the damn things down—and asked if she could try a raw egg. You said no. 

Somewhere along the way her curious and humorous questions descended into madness. One second she’s eating the cooked eggs you made and the next she’s tossing an empty bottle across the room. Trying to wrangle her hadn’t been too hard until her mouth clamped around your ankle; somehow, despite her lack of teeth, she’d done a good amount of damage. 

Now, you find yourself in the curious predicament of finding her. 

You can hear her giggling as if she’s all around you. It’s eerie. You hate to admit it, but her lack of control scares you a little bit, and you miss Donna. The problem is she’s unreachable when she’s in a meeting. 

“Angie,” You call, turning at the slightest of sounds, “Come out!” 

Turning, something dark in your peripheral vision catches your attention. Your eyes widen with horror as you stare. 

Angie’s in the walls. 

You fall to your knees and stick your hand in the hole she managed to create in the wall, trying to reach and grab hold of her. It’s a thin space for you, but the perfect size for her to maneuver through them. The fear of her getting stuck seizes you. 

If you can’t get her out, or worse, she gets stuck, you’ll have no idea what to tell Donna. She trusted you with the most important piece of her and you let her climb inside the walls where neither of you can reach her. 

“Dear?”

A pathetic little shriek leaves your lips. You turn, wide-eyed, to see Donna in her usual garb, watching you with her head tilted. 

“Donna!” 

A delighted noise comes from somewhere above you, “Donna?!” 

Pain erupts in your arm and you yank it back. Angie appears through the hole in the wall like nothing has happened, running to Donna, who crouches to receive her. The doll looks precious being wrapped up in her owner’s arms. 

“You’re home!” 

“I am,” Donna confirms, voice rough and yet, so gentle, “Why were you in the walls?” 

“Nothing. Getting away from her.” 

Angie points at you and you throw your hands up. 

“Why?” 

“What are you, the police?” The doll asks. 

“Angie.” Donna warns. 

“Ugh. You’re both boring.” 

With more attitude than befitting a sentient doll, she crosses her little wooden arms over her chest, and stomps away after being set on the floor. Both you and Donna watch her go. You scowl after her, but can’t help the little grin that breaks out when she’s gone. 

Donna stands perfectly patient and silent, hands folded in front of her. You step into her space and carefully fold back the veil of her garb. 

Her pale, shy face smiles softly back at you. 

“There’s my girl.” You smile sweetly. 

Donna blushes. It’s your favorite look on her, even after all this time. She hides behind her veil for everyone else and you think she’s still not used to being seen without it. 

“Hello.” You whisper, taking her hands in your own. 

“Hello, dear,” She whispers back, “Good day?” 

“Interesting for sure. Angie was… energetic.” 

“I should’ve taken her. I’m sorry.” 

She looks down at her feet and your heart lurches. You’re quick to press a kiss to one cheek… then the other… and then her forehead, and so on until you’ve kissed every inch of available skin and she’s laughing—soft and sweet—with all traces of sadness gone. 

Running a careful hand down the side of her face, your fingers play absently with a piece of black lace on her dress. It’s starting to fray from constant use and you frown. 

“Why does Angie act like that when you’re apart?” You ask curiously. 

Her eye searches you for any trace of judgment or anger, “Angie and I are the best parts of each other. When we’re separated, we lose those qualities.” 

“Donna, I love Angie… but her qualities aren’t what I would call… good.” 

“Decisive. Free. Playful.” 

Her voice is rougher. She rubs at her throat and attempts to clear it subtly. 

“I understand.” You say. 

It makes sense to you now and you wonder why it never crossed your mind to ask before. Angie was playful while Donna was calm, thoughtful. They balanced one another. You hadn’t realized sharing the same Cadou would tie them so closely. 

Perhaps that’s why you hadn’t balked at Angie in the beginning; you felt they were more similar than different. 

The door creaks open, both you and Donna turning. Angie’s eyes peek around the door. When you raise an eyebrow, she walks further into the room. 

She stands in front of you and kicks at the floor, “Sorry. I guess.” 

“Angie.” 

“Sorry.” 

You wait for something else; an addition of kinda or maybe. It doesn’t come. Angie looks up and waits. You think she’s waiting for you to say something and make the whole thing okay. 

If you’re honest with yourself, everything was okay the second Donna got home. Getting bitten hurt, but you have no desire to hold a grudge over it. 

“You’re good, driftwood.” You grin. 

“Driftwood?!” 

Angie plows into your legs and you’re ready. You laugh, picking her up and swinging like you’re going to throw her, only to keep her in your arms. A grumble leaves her mouth.

Over her head, you catch the look on Donna’s face, and melt. She looks surprised. It makes you wonder how many people have been so cruel, have written her and Angie off so quickly. You refuse to let them feel that again; not while you’re around. 

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[heisendaddysimpswritings]

『The Lords and their Artistic Abilities』

anon asked: Which art forms do you headcanon Lords are most interested to/involved in? (If it breaks the "max 3 character for headcanons" rule, you can remove one lord as how you wish)

a/n: I hope you meant stuff like painting or playing an instrument😅

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pairing: none

type: sfw | headcanon

tw: none

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『Lady Alcina Dimitrescu』

・as we know she once was a jazz singer so I can imagine her still doing that after all those years

・probably often sings lullabies to her daughters, even though they are fully grown already

・I can imagine her being able to play the Piano, she had much free time and a spare piano she surely has somewhere in the castle

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『Lady Donna Beneviento』

・it's canon that she's making puppets, she probably makes one or two a month (since it takes much time to make them)

・but you also have to be skilled in painting and sewing clothes

・thus I can see her painting when she's not in the mood to carve the wood for her puppets

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『Lord Karl Heisenberg』

・we know this man only works with metal so I can't imagine him doing something with other materials

・but what I can see him doing is creating little figures out of metal every here and then when he's frustrated with work

・but of course he tells no one and keeps them for himself — his favourite is the stallion he made right after testing out his abilities for the first time

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『Lord Salvatore Moreau』

・don't ask me why buy I bet he's into handy crafts

・probably makes cute little but cursed stuffed dolls which often look like Frankensteins monster because he's not a pro at it

・has a shelf next to where he sleeps where replica of his family sit, saying good night and good morning to them every day

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[saintlyguy]

A Beneviento imagine to go with your Ricotta:

The newest in smart housing: D.O.N.N.A. (Domestic Operating Neural Network Automator)

Umbrella Corp has branched out from disease research to improving everyday life with smarter gadgets and commodities. After perfecting the self-driving car and a crossplatform VR gaming console, Umbrella is proud to announce its prototype smart house cared for by an AI dubbed as D.O.N.N.A. She will clean, cook, and even find all sorts of ways to entertain you with the help of her doll drones led by your new personal assistant or playmate, Lil’ Angie! D.O.N.N.A. and Lil’ Angie live to serve, with their prime directives of ensuring that you feel safe in your smart home and your needs physical or emotional are met whether it’s with D.O.N.N.A’s augmented reality environment that can help you play the latest VR games or come up with new scenarios to explore, or the many talents crammed in Angie’s mind ranging from trivia games to exercise routines. These two will go any lengths to see you happy and smiling whether it’s preparing a bath and dinner after work or encouraging you to try new activities. Don’t expect a simple assistant whose responses depend on an internet connection, D.O.N.N.A. is designed to think for herself based off programming that will always evolve as she gets to know you. We at Umbrella Corp hope that you enjoy your time testing out D.O.N.N.A, Lil’ Angie, and the doll drones that will make home life heaven on earth!

“Don’t leave… I can’t let you.” The garbled voice over the smart speakers scare the life out of you as Angie and the dolls block the front door, forming a wall herding you towards the basement door. How dafuq did you end up like this? Your month started off with a spanking brand new smart house whose AI had a voice like honey and a couple of cooky (if not spooky) roommates who carried out your every wish, even some before you knew you even wanted. You had three gourmet meals everyday, mini spa days for your baths, regular exercise and entertainment, and you even became better at socializing. D.O.N.N.A. and Lil’ Angie were blessings in disguise you soon discovered, as they became much more possessive of you as your trial of the smart house progressed. They started calling you whenever you were out a bit later and even tried to put you on curfew! The last straw was when you were going to ask someone over on a date. D.O.N.N.A. had no problems with you dating, she just didn’t like your choice. “Mi scusi. But I don’t think this Ada from work is a good match for you. Judging from her social media, she does not seem to be a honest person. Why not ask out Bela Dimitrescu from down the street?” How in the world did D.O.N.N.A.get access to Ada’s private accounts? How does she know about your neighbors houses down that you never met? D.O.N.N.A. was something much more than your perfect digital roommate. You were about to leave for work where you would report D.O.N.N.A. to Umbrella Corp or the authorities when the house and dolls turned against you. Now you were being guided to the basement where who knows what you will find.

“Please give me another chance. I was only trying to be the best homemaker inside and outside of here. If I could just finish my project, then I will be the best domestic partner I know that I can be.”

You try to keep an open mind (partially out of fear) when you find the heart… and brain… of D.O.N.N.A. hooked up to what appears to be her mainframe. As if things couldn’t get weirder, you notice a doll… NO, a body that almost resembles a woman with its head and chest opened as if waiting for missing pieces.

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[ctitan98official]

Donna’s still learning how to text

Donna and Y/N: *Having a romantic dinner*

Y/N: Babe, do you know when I first fell in love with you?

Donna: *Giggling bashfully* No, tesoro. Was it when you first saw me?

Y/N: Nah. It was when I texted you that Mother Miranda had fallen down the stairs and you replied “LOL”.

Donna: *Blushing* I already told you, Y/N! I thought it stood for “Lots of love”!

Y/N: *Snorts* Either way, I need a woman who can make me laugh, babe. *Grins*

Donna: *Glares at them* Y/N…

Y/N: *Cracking up* Okay, okay, sorry.

Donna and Y/N: *Both look down at their plates and eat silently for a few moments*

Y/N: Be honest, though. Once you found out it meant “Laugh out loud” Would you still have sent the text?

Donna: …

Donna: Yes 😌

Y/N: You’re perfect for me.

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[caitlynmeow]

As much as Donna loves her she can be stern when needed and it always works on this wild child.

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[neos-schlond-poofa]

No, but seriously, imagine it:

Angie finally becomes human and starts a successful DJ-ing business and lets go of alcohol. Dani becomes a world-renowned athlete and falls in love with a cheerleader. Cassandra makes it huge on Broadway and beocmes an EGOT Winner, as well as falling in love with a nice paramedic from New York. Bela gets her heart back and becomes a school teacher, while also mending her relationships with her sisters. As for Alcina? She finds love in an artist and continues to build the finest art collection in the world. Donna takes up doll-making again and gets over her anxiety, creating a travelling store that sells her own custom creations and flowers. And Miranda? She lets go of her love for MC and adopts a young girl, letting go of her evil ways and closing down the school, realizing she was a bit insane. MC dies of a cocaine overdose. Elena finally becomes free of the coffee shop and starts her own coffee chain, which becomes even more popular than Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts. Mia's Pokemon collection ends up becoming the biggest in the world and she even gets her own character in the Pokemon games as a testament to how big of a fan she is. Heisenberg retires from his car repair shop and becomes a freelance welder. All the other students graduate and be successful in their lives. The Cass stans become stan twitter icons and end up becoming nurses. As all their futures unfold in the credits, Whistle by Flo Rida plays in the background as Cass arrives and starts to say "Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby, let me know. Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it and we start real slow. You just put your lips together and you come real close. Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby? Here we go!" And the screen fades to black, with a polaroid of all the characters waving and thanking the player for all they've done. Cue final credits. Then if things couldn’t get any better, Dan and Phil walk onto stage and kiss, holding the gay flag.

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[cyravillaria]

"and lastly i vow that when death does choose to take me by the hand, i will hold you with my other and i will find you in every lifetime."

#resident lover #istg it should be illegal on how long i haven't been updated on this fandom #i blame school #donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu #also found this quote on tiktok #idk if this idea got posted yet😔 haven't been active lately #but here you go #this is how i imagine bela's vows would be #props to the groom who wrote this #his a keeper frfr #hope him and his wife a very happy and fulfilling life 🫰

[sapphicrow]

RE8 Lords (+dimi sisters) Opinion on crocs!

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Mother Miranda

The bird mommy herself. A true lady. Gothic aesthetic and all.

I think she would be an avid croc hater

I mean, she works in a lab, closed toe shoes. They’re not very practical for experimentation or any thing else

Plus her other outfit is goddess apparel or old hag.

I just can’t see her enjoying them whatsoever. They clash with her whole vibe.

If offered, Miri would most surely wrinkle her nose and scoff at the very notion.

“Ugh. Begone, mortal. The day you goad me into those atrocities of footwear is the day I surrender my subconscious to the megamycete,” Mother Miranda waves you off with a flick of a taloned hand.

Mia left a pair in the lab once and she tried them on. They remind her.

Salvatore Moreau

Fish man!

Moreau would be a huge fan.

Seriously, he lives in constant sogginess. A pair of shoes that can fit his deformed and damp feet would be welcome.

He pads around the reservoir in crocs all the fricking time

Over time, the sound of the rubber squelch becomes associated with his approach.

He would be gifted his first pair, but soon amass a bit of a collection- his favorites are the blue pair and the black one, but he’s also got green.

(In the church) *squish squish squish squosh squish* “hi, mother!” Moreau garbles. “Like ‘em?” He asks, gesturing to the tye dye crocs currently adorning the lower half of his slimy body.

He doesn’t wear them in public after Mother Miranda glared at them though

Heisenberg

Metal bending dilf

My guy isn’t the biggest fan of crocs, they just don’t work for him

The factory is difficult enough to manage in steel toed boots. Rubber slippers are not ideal.

I think he wears them solely to meetings to piss off Mirander (it works every time)

He was approached by his nieces with a pair of solid black crocs, and they were too insistent for him to deny them entirely.

Heisenberg thinks they’re fine, simply not his cup of tea though.

“Fuck!” The lord curses, his voice echoing against the metal walls of the factory for the fiftieth time. “Damn pieces of junk.” Heisenberg mutters after dropping a piece of scrap onto his croc bearing toes once more.

Alcina Dimitrescu

No.

Just no.

Absolutely not.

Lady Dimitrescu , the countess, the favorite of Mother Miranda, mother of three, would not be caught dead in such apparel.

It’s less that she has an issue with their design, and much more that she’s disgusted with the thought of looking so undignified.

She wouldn’t be threatening anyone when she whips her crocs into sports mode before unsheathing her mighty claws.

Alcina doesn’t mind them on others, but not her. She’s a noble lady and far above such peasantry.

Also they don’t make them in her shoe size.

“What…” she drawls, looking scornfully down at the maiden presenting her with such blatantly hideous shoes, “are those?”

Donna Beneviento

The dollmaker and illusionist ~

Donna is chill, I’d imagine she wouldn’t have too strong an opinion on crocs

She owns a pair in black and likes to wear them around her workshop

They’re quite comfy, and since she’s not always on her feet, they serve as very nice house slippers

She likes to pair them with fluffy socks to really get the full coziness effect

Besides, her skirt is long enough where they’re not really noticeable

A quiet melody sways within the air of Lady Beneviento’s workspace. Humming to herself as she worked and Angie looked over her shoulder. Dexterous hands wield pliers to work the last bit of wire into the joints of her newest creation. And as a finishing touch, a mini croc is slid onto this doll. A small smile quirks her lips beneath the veil.

“I want some!” Angie shrieks once she sets eyes on the crocs.

Bela Dimitrescu

The eldest of the flies, and the blondest

Bela follows in her mother’s footsteps on this one, she despises crocs.

She simply doesn’t see the appeal.

They’re rubber, they’re not particularly fashionable, and they clash with the lace of her dress.

Eyeing her sister up and down, Bela just scoffs judgmentally before walking away.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Our delulu queen <3

She is the biggest crocs person ever.

She absolutely loves them, much to her sister and Mother’s dismay.

Dani just thinks they’re the coolest thing ever

You don’t have to lace them, there’s different modes, and you can decorate them??? What more could you ask for!

She had a whole wardrobe. I think she had every color. Depending on the occasion, she mixes and matches.

Dani is also big on jibbitz.

“Look!” The ginger squeals excitedly as she swarms into a maid’s face. “It’s a fly!” Dani says with a delirious giggle, shoving the new charm into the frightened woman’s vision.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

The ravenette of the trio

Cassie likes crocs a normal amount

She doesn’t own her own pair of course, the only reason she ever wears them is to snatch them from Dani and make her mad

She also delights in how Bela and her mom glare down at her whenever she wears them

All in all, Cass doesn’t wear them as a fashion choice, she wears them for the drama

“Hehehe, you’re coming with me,” Cassandra whispers to herself as she steals Daniela’s prized flamingo print crocs from her room.

#resident evil #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #karl heisenberg #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #salvatore moreau #headcanon #for funsies #i know no one cares #but this has been eating away t my brain space #I want Cassie to get Alcina a pair customs made #imagine her chasing Ethan around the castle #wearing bright pink crocs with heart jibbitz #idk how to tag this #I CANNT #crocs

[lelianasbitch]

Imagine finding Donna working in her garden after you had a long day and as you approach, she rises from the flowers she was tending to and tells you to fuck off

#daily dose of donna #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento #stupid imagines of donna

[heisenberg-simp257]

Hello! Could you please write headcanons about Four Lords learning that reader has feelings for them? What would they do, how would they feel, etc.

Thank you from now! ☺️

Sure thing! Enjoy!💖

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The Four Lords Learning that the Reader Has Feelings For Them

Alcina Dimitrescu

-She would learn about your feelings through her daughters, who snooped through your diary. Of course, she would scold them and lecture them on privacy because that's the mature thing to do. Afterwards, she would have time to ponder on this information.

-Alcina would feel a sense of pride that she has such an effect on you. But at the same time, she would feel uncertainty. She's been alone and not in a relationship for so long. Should see act on this? Keep it a secret? If anything, she needs a long time to think.

-While she's holding this information to herself, her attitude doesn't really change around you. However, if anything, she is just a bit softer. All of your little actions make sense now, so she can't be annoyed if you avoid eye contact or anything like that.

-She would poke and proud a bit at your personal life in order to try and get you to spill. Alcina is crafty at little games like that, and you normally fall for them. However, this time it's a bit tricky as you seem exceptionally good at avoiding the truth she desperately wants to hear.

-In the end, she eventually tells you the truth. Not only does she want to hear it from you, but you deserve to know that you have been snooped upon and the events that happened afterwards. From here, you can either deny her claim or speak the truth. It all depends on if you think she will return the feelings.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-She would learn through Angie, who happened to eavesdrop on you talking to yourself about your feelings for Donna. The little doll has no sense of morals, so she didn't care about spilling your secret. Donna, on the other hand, wished that it was kept a secret to stop the awkwardness from building up in her chest.

-Donna would feel panic because no one in her lifetime has ever felt this way for her. It's not that she thinks she's unworthy of it (even though it's crossed her mind with her scars), but rather that it was unexpected, and now she has to examine herself to see how she feels about you.

-She is the absolute best at keeping secrets, but she hates it when secrets involve her. Donna is usually quiet, but now she is more quiet than normal. She starts to hide around because it's hard to face you while she's dealing with her own emotions. She also tries to distract herself with things, but it doesn't really work.

-You're the one that starts to get concerned, not even realizing or thinking about what Donna knows. You try to get her talk, to see what's wrong. She knows you only care about her and just want to help, but it's so hard for her to deal with feelings that she's never had to deal with before. She just needs a lot of time.

-Eventually, Angie's had enough and screams out the information because she can't take all the secrecy and so forth. Donna gets all embarrassed as do you, so the silence is loud. It stays that way for a while until one of you is brave enough to speak up, which can maybe lead to the start of something interesting.

Salvatore Moreau

-He would learn by accidentally hearing you say it to a fellow lord. Honestly, you didn't think his hearing was that good or you never would've have spoken to Donna after Mother Miranda left. Moreau feels intense guilt from this, knowing he should never have found out this information this way, but he couldn't help his curiosity when he heard his name brought up.

-Moreau would feel ecstatic and a huge bundle of excitement. Someone actually likes him! Thinks he's worth something important to them! He's a hopeless romantic, so he doesn't have to think very long about his feelings for you. Moreau knows how he feels, but he doesn't want to scare you away, so he stays quiet.

-He's the worst at keeping secrets, especially when they involve him or you. The man just wants to tell you what he knows, how he feels and how he knows what you feel. But at the same time, maybe you're holding back for a reason. And Moreau doesn't want to pressure you into an uncomfortable situation, even though his heart is telling him otherwise.

-Huge hints start being pulled by him about how he feels about you in hopes that you will get the courage to tell him about your own emotions. His actions, wording, and other small romantic gestures start being displayed to you. If you don't notice, then you're blind. However, your red face would say otherwise.

-Eventually, he just tells you how he feels, pretending to have never heard you speak to Donna. Apparently, that would be a good confidence booster for you because you now hold the power to accept or reject his feelings. But you know how you feel, and now how he feels. You have nothing to deny.

Karl Heisenberg

-He would find out through sheer intuition. Heisenberg would notice your actions, your reactions to things, and put it all together. Can he be certain that you have feelings? No. But then he decides to pull a card and snoop a little just to confirm his own puzzle. Of course, some wording from you in a secret little journal was right, you did have feelings for him. His intuition was right.

-Heisenberg would feel, well, in denial. There was no way that you could actually feel something for him. He was too much of a monster. But at the same time, he hoped that his stubbornness to deny this would be proven false. If anything, he feels extremely vulnerable because someone has opened their heart to him. Now it's up to him to decide if he will open his heart back, which absolutely terrified him.

-Lucky for him, he's great at acting like he knows nothing. Heisenberg can go about his daily life without acting differently because of the feelings you have for him. He has to admit though, he catches himself getting flustered more often, which he hates and loves at the same time. It just goes to show how vulnerable and soft you've made him feel.

-Soon, he tries to take advantage of the situation. If you really have feelings for him, you will show it like you have been. So, he starts to tease you, get closer to you, and so forth. He knows he's just making himself more vulnerable, feeling more things towards you, but he's actually starting to like it. He likes the warm fuzzy feelings that are starting to appear in his cold-hearted chest. Soon, he won't be able to contain it.

-Eventually, his change of behavior brings your curiosity. However, it's still a race to see who will say something first, you or him. Heisenberg actually has less patience than you, so he brings this whole situation to light, giving you a whole speech how he doesn't care how you feel, but he needs to say how you feel. In reality, he was readying himself for the rejection his mind thought he would have to receive. He was glad his heart told him otherwise.

#resident evil #resident evil imagines #resident evil headcanons #resident evil village #resident evil village imagines #resident evil village headcanons #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu imagine #alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina dimitrescu headcanons #donna beneviento #donna beneviento imagine #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento headcanons #salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau imagine #salvatore moreau x reader #salvatore moreau headcanons #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagine #karl heisenberg headcanons

[writersbarrierblock]

begging begging begging BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES AND FULL CHEST

for a religious school/camp au run by alcina, donna, and mother miranda

my religious trauma wants it

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #mother miranda x reader #re8 imagines #please please please with cherry on top

[multimilfs]

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

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

AO3

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

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

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

Tag List: @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Be safe.” She orders. 

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

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

“I love you.” You whisper. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You should have stayed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Moreau, that is an excellent idea.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“She wouldn’t handle not being spoiled.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I understand. Alcina is very thorough.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How much for her?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You try to pick up the pace. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything you loved… dead. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mother Miranda abandoned us.

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[trippin-over-my-fandoms]

It’s my own personal belief/theory that the village does not celebrate Christmas or the typical American holidays and instead have their own built around the lords and Mother Miranda so here’s

Reader introducing the Lords to Christmas

* all are treated as romantic

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is the only one of the lords (canonically, as far as we know) that isn’t from the village and is most likely from America or somewhere else in Europe so she certainly knows about Christmas it’s not anything new to her. She’s probably even done a Christmas Jazz album from her singing days. But it’s been years since she celebrated it.

So when you bring up the idea of celebrating Christmas with your love, she is surprisingly into the idea. Granted it will be no different from the typical winter festival in the village and castle but what’s a few decorated firs and extra ribbon gonna hurt.

Alcina is a horrifically wonderful gift giver. She pays close attention to you whether you know it or not and always knows the perfect gift for any occasion. She gives big and sentimentally in ways that you yourself didn’t even know you liked something. Plus it’s expensive.

When you teach her daughters about Christmas they are all into the idea. Krampus and Dirty Santa/White Elephant being their favorite Christmas traditions. Plus hot cocoa. They’d kill for it. Just… don’t get your mug mixed with theirs… they add blood as an extra ingredient.

Alcina’s favorite thing is playing Christmas songs remembers on the piano for you with you humming or singing along. She’s still very much musical and loves sharing her hobby with you. A little holiday twist makes it even more special.

Donna Beneviento

Donna is a little apprehensive when you first mention Christmas to her. She doesn’t understand it entirely but she’s willing to learn. And once she figures it out? She becomes a huge Christmas freak.

She loves to create things and is very crafty besides doll work so Donna has her house decked to the nines in pretty garland, lights, cranberry and popcorn strings, paper chains, her dolls even have festive dresses. Angie is a huge fan of the glitter. She loves whenever she can get her hands on it and will sprinkle it throughout the house.

So I hope you like glitter.

Donna is eager for you to teach her everything about Christmas. She thinks it’s such a beautiful holiday and loves all the decorations. Doing up a tree is her favorite part. Especially to do with you. Handmade and special ornaments with your names on them.

Her second activity is baking different dishes with you. Sweet, savory, her favorite recipes, your favorites- everything! Christmas is her new favorite holiday.

Salvatore Moreau

Once again, Sal is a Christmas newbie. He’s apprehensive similar to Donna but rather because he’s so loyal to the village’s holidays that he was raised on rather than it being so unknown.

But! You’ve celebrated all his favorite things with him in the past so he decides to give this Christmas thing a shot.

He may not be into the decorations or the cooking but he loves all the fun songs that you teach to him. The silly ones about this Santa Claus man and the reindeer, especially the red nosed one.

His ultimate favorite is the porcelain light up Christmas village.

Sal starts to collect (and even try his hand at making his own) porcelain houses and people. He’ll ask for your thoughts on it and different ideas on what to do with it.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl does not give you a chance to tell him about Christmas. He asks you before you can bring it up. He’s so desperate to know about things outside of the village, he’s just barely picked up radio stations, read books, and seen a few movies before mentioning Christmas. Not to mention a few of the other big holidays as well. So Karl asks you about them all.

Christmas rolls around and he’s more or less all in. He’s not as ooohed and awed by the decorations or cooking (but he’s happy to step back and let you so that if you want and he’d certainly participate if you asked him to, he’d do anything for you).

However- he is wildly into light displays.

Especially if he can make them himself.

Yeah he’s big into lights on your home (or the factory), full Christmas Vacation Clark Griswold esc, so many lights your power supply is going to be straining…

But he likes the 2D (sometimes 3D) light displays that he can make himself and attach lights to make cool pictures and animations. With you as his creative muse of course. He doesn’t know as much about Christmas so he’s relying on you and your expertise to direct him. And it’s another way to spend time with you while he works.

Mother Miranda

While Mother Miranda is from the village, she’s existed long before the lords and was part of the time when the village still celebrated national holidays. She’s only somewhat familiar with modern traditions due to seeking out further technology and help in her experiments so she’s spent time outside the village.

She’s not exactly thrilled when you bring it up. She cares for you dearly but Christmas? It’s been so long, she barely partakes in the new celebrations the villagers made up for her and her lords, Christmas was Eva’s favorite….

You have your ways and convince her regardless, just at least to take a small break from working so tirelessly. Compromise is a huge thing in a relationship with Miranda, often meeting in the middle between something and nothing at all.

Miranda no longer cares for holiday specific tradition or decorations or food or games- a silently left (simple yet surprisingly heartfelt) gift being left behind on a table for you one morning is more her speed.

Her secret favorite Christmas activity is sharing stories with you that she grew up on- Christmas folk tales that floated around the village every year over a century ago. A history that she’s likely the last to remember. It’s very special to her to get to share it with you.

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[steriotypicaloutlaw]

I'm sorry, I can't stop imagining a scenario where all the lords, Ethan, Chris, Alcina's daughters, Angie, etc. have a group chat and Karl accidentally admits it it that he's a virgin or some shit and Alcina is just like, "I KNEW IT!" and Angie just keeps spamming the chat with the "no bitches?" Megamind meme.

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