#mother miranda could kill me

[eletricheart]

Illicit Affairs

(Mother Miranda x Fem!reader)

*image from @imagineyourcuento on tiktok

Word count: 1.186

Warnings: allusion to sex (no smut)

ps: not proofread, pls forgive me for any mistakes

ps2: it has almost nothing to do with the song😭

ps3: song at the end

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It started small, a few phone calls throughout the week to discuss some experiments, it then became private reunions, night visits and generous gifts. After that the attraction between you grew enough for her to kiss you and murder a villager who apparently stared at you for too long.

Of course, with being the latest addition to the family, your affair with the Priestess had to be kept a secret. Alcina already hated you after Miranda chose your ideas over hers. Karl would probably make you enemy number one if he found out about your relation with her. Moreau would cry himself to death, which is not so bad for you. Donna wouldn't care, hence her being your favorite. In conclusion, high chances of one of them murdering you.

However, it's not like you two cared about having to stay hidden. The secrecy, hiding, plotting, made it all more thrilling for you.

The stolen glances during the gatherings, the quick kisses before and after a village service. It was all so beautifully dangerous, the prospect of being caught made Miranda feel so alive.

𓄿

Miranda was being more strict than ever during the lord's reunion, and that meant you were obsessively paying attention to her (not in a respectful way).

She noticed, as always, making sure to harden her voice even more.

It was a fun game, she'd have full control of the situation while you were trying very hard to not orgasm just by her voice.

The meeting passed by in a blur, the only thing you managed to understand was the Priestess leaving and Angie laughing at your face. You, of course, went after the Goddess, finding her a bit far into the forest, away from any prying eyes.

Miranda was still wearing her robes and mask, leaving you completely hypnotized by the woman.

She'd chuckled. "Are you going to just stay there?"

You smiled widely and walked to stand in front of her. "Maybe…Mother told me to not go deep into the woods."

Her grin turned machiavellian. "Oh really? And why is that?" Miranda asked, trapping you behind a tree and removing the mask.

Your breath was coming out shallow, your brain was turning to mush only in seeing how close the woman was. "A very pretty and very dangerous woman would try to seduce me."

Miranda hummed, leaning her head so as to keep your lips barely touching. "Would she succeed?"

You made only a sound of agreement before pulling her by the waist and kissing her. It was hot and rushed, both of you had places to be but couldn't stand leaving before tasting one another. Your hands would roam around her body, not knowing where to stop, making the woman chuckle and lock in around her neck.

𓄿

You and Miranda were going undercover at an Umbrella facility. The plan was simple, she'd steal some samples and you'd guard. It would be at night, so no workers, only security guards, the system was easy to invade so it also wasn't a problem.

What actually was a problem for Miranda is you wearing a lab coat and having your hair in a tight ponytail.

The scientist wasn't always so impulsive, but the moment you were alone in the room she pulled your hair and kissed you against the table. You both had to run off after getting the samples because you lost track of time.

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You hated afternoon tea, not because of the meeting itself, but because Alcina usually stared at you as if she'd poisoned your tea. It was just you, Miranda and Alcina, the boys weren't allowed in the Castle and Donna hated leaving her house, so you had to actually pay attention since Angie is the one that helps you when you get distracted.

They were discussing the latest experiments, talking about mistakes and solutions. You…you were trying to figure out how someone could possibly clean the ceilings, it was higher than any ladder and a fall was life threatening.

The Countess had been waiting for you to make a mistake since the moment Miranda introduced you as one of them. Therefore, she noticed your quite obvious distraction. "And what do you think?" She asked, staring at you with a smirk.

You jumped slightly in your seat. "Well. I um…" You peaked a glance at Miranda who arched her brow. "I agree with Mother Miranda's view, her wisdom is perfect as always."

Miranda suppressed a laugh and took a deep breath. "Of course. However, your opinions are welcome at this moment."

If thoughts could kill this room would become a bloodbath. You were trying so hard to remember anything, but the conversation was so boring you couldn't help zoning out.

Now you're pretending to think of a wise answer, knowing full well you'll get it wrong. "I believe we are all working hard to reach your goals, my Goddess. Each proposition has it's unique way and the success will be reached as long as there's true commitment to the cause."

Alcina rolled her eyes while Miranda nodded and smiled. They soon returned to their previous conversation and you managed to stay partially alert to it.

Alcina had just left to handle a confusion at the kitchen, leaving you and Miranda alone.

You let out a breath in relief. "I swear she'll choke me to death one day." You said, dramatically moving to sit beside her.

She chuckled. "You should be paying attention, actions like this should be…punished."

You smiled. "I was simply thinking about your holiness."

Miranda laughed and pushed you slightly. "I'm serious. I'm not supposed to be playing favorites."

You groaned and hid your face in her neck. "She will hate me anyway." You said with your voice muffled.

The Priestess sighed and started to caress your head. "Do you care so much?"

You nodded.

Miranda rested her chin on the top of your head, partially hugging you. "I'll talk to her."

You lifted your head to look at her, and smiled softly. "You're not supposed to play favorites."

She rolled her eyes and pulled your head into the previous position. "Shut up."

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Donna was the first to know about you two. She had forgotten a needle and went back into the church when you were making out at the altar.

The dollmaker couldn't look at you for a month, Angie not only could look but would stare at you.

No wonder Miranda had to threaten the doll to not tell anyone.

𓄿

Alcina was the second.

After Angie becoming a menace and blackmailing you, Miranda took pity on you and told Alcina before the doll made you jump off a cliff. The Countess reacted well enough, but you're not allowed to be alone with her.

𓄿

Karl and Moreau were told before a meeting began.

Moreau did cry, and Karl now constantly mocks you, but still better than death.

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At first you thought that revealing it all would end the thrill of the relationship. But soon enough both found out that traumatizing the other Lords and sometimes villagers was way more fun.

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[nevertheless-moving]

unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.

Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.

and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.

(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)

Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self. 

Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.

The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?

Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!

Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and— 

Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—

You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...

What—when did you lose—

I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...

So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.

And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.

When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.

Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.

It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.

Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.

Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??

the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.

Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.

FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?

“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.

Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)

And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.

Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic,  being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.

Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life. 

Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.

Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.

Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.

It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal. 

Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.

What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.

I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.

So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.

Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.

Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—

well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—

and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?

i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”

Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).

But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.

Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.

And then the partners change again, the moment ended.

Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.

Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.

Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.

Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.

needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.

Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.

Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )

Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?

And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?

Opening drabble Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell)

#discworld #sam vimes #discworld au #nightwatch au #i literally drafted this post in December 2021 #and i know it was living in my head for years already at that point #i have more somewhere aging like cheese in the back of my mind #discworld fanfic #night watch #Let this be free from my mind #Perhaps someone else will write it #BE FREE ANCIENT AU OF MY SOUL #For all my obsession with discworld I have but this one (1) AU though it tears at me like the seam of a pair of pants #The songs I have permanently associated with this au are slightly bonkers by the way #My au #Seriously there's like two full novels worth of content up here. Sybyll running away from home and living as a commoner #To mirror Sam joining upper class in original timeline you see? #Some early discworld murder Wizard nonsense when they try to poke at the temporal anomaly and the universe goes brrrr #Eventually catching up with color of Magic city burning bs and vimes is mad as fuck #Weird year that never was protecting people during sourcery #And when we start catching up with where he left #Oh ho ho you can't to forward to something that doesn't exist but maybe you can go sideways to a place that's got a tear in it #A sam vimes shaped tear #And his pregnant wife from 30 years ago in the other trouser leg #AND that's not even mentioning how carcers trial got taken to a...higher court

[mediumgayitalian]

part three

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The first step should, in all likelihood, be the easiest.

(“I’m not sure this is something you can really plan,” Annabeth had suggested gently, “as much as my mother would disown me to hear it. I mean, everything I did with Percy kind of just…happened.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure the five years of pining misery and fighting off several other people — one of whom was literally me — was a real walk in the park for you.”

“…Plan on.”)

It is not the easiest.

“You’re telling me the flowers…say things.”

If Nico reaches back into the farthest recesses of his memory, as in things that are shoved somewhere between his sister’s soft sobs the one time he got sicker than he’d ever been and has ever been since and the time he’d walked in on Alecto skinny dipping in the Phlegothon, he can vaguely remember a lengthy rant from his stepmother on something called the language of flowers. He had, at that time, assumed she was simply trying to convince him that everything had voices again, and ignored her.

“Yes,” says Miranda from Demeter Cabin patiently. “Every flower has an assigned meaning. More than one, usually. You can say very rude things with flowers.”

Nico perks up, intrigued. “How do you say ‘you’re a fucking c—”

“Okay,” Jason interrupts, plastering a strained smile on his face and slapping a hand over Nico’s mouth. Nico bites him, hard, and the smile becomes even more strained. “We are actually looking for much nicer things to say with flowers. Kind things. Appreciative things. Feelings, you know. Nico?”

He lifts his hand, looking at him in warning as if Nico is going to be quelled by his Stare of Judgement, of all things. Nico stares back at him until he starts to look appropriately cowed, satisfyingly afraid of the horror that lives inside Nico’s eyes, except he — doesn’t.

He doesn’t look scared at all, actually, which is — which.

Nico takes all thoughts pertaining to the issue and shoves them away.

“I need,” he says haltingly, looking back at Miranda. She looks at him encouragingly.

She doesn’t look afraid of him, either, although she glances quickly down at the circle of grass he’s killed by virtue of standing on it and says, politely, “If you could maybe stop that, I would appreciate it.”

Nico swallows, stepping back. “Sorry.”

“No worries.” She swoops down, hands outstretched, murmuring something too soft for him to pick up. Under her gentle fingertips, the grass blooms slowly back to life, tiny strands uncurling and swelling with virility, stretching towards the sun. Even the dirt smells sweeter, like churned garden soil rather than graveyard dirt.

Something dark and bitter crawls up Nico’s throat — he will always need people to clean up after his messes. No matter how hard he tries. Miranda with the plants, Solace with every one of his endless injuries, Bianca with — everything. She cleaned up after him a lot.

She was only twenty-seven months older than him. He wonders how she would have liked being fourteen, and has to choke back the sob that tries to claw its way out of his trachea.

“Not a lot of people have flower language memorized,” Miranda says, dragging him roughly back to the present. Her large brown eyes are back to focused on him, so he forces himself into normalcy and stares back. “And it’s kind of vague, so I need something to start with. Who’s it for?”

“Classified.”

Nico considers, once again, opening up a chasm beneath his feet. His geokinesis is no bene so he’d probably take Jason and Miranda down with him, but. Necessary sacrifices, et cetera.

“Understandable,” Miranda responds without so much as a beat. Huh. Suddenly, he feels bad for considering her collateral. “Just this then: friend or foe?”

Nico looks at Jason. Jason looks back at him, like, dude, seriously. Nico scowls at him and his uselessness.

“Friend,” he says begrudingly. “…More.”

Miranda nods in understanding. “Ah. Will, then.”

Nevermind. Chasm it is.

“Man, I hoped you guys would finally do something,” Miranda continues, oblivious to the ground trembling slightly under her. (Jason, however, appears alarmed, so Nico summons a tiny skeleton hand to grab his ankle in revenge.) “I love Will to pieces, but there are only so many times I can hear him wax poetic about you before it starts to get embarrassing. When we were twelve you saved his life and he actually cried because he didn’t know how to form the words. Just weeping everywhere about your sword and your hair and how you look a little crazy when you smile in battle. Did you know there are, like, a million syllables for brown? I do. He thinks your eyes are a tie between moonstone and agate, in case you were wondering.”

“I have actually heard that,” Jason mumbles, as Nico’s brain whites out and leaves him, tragically alone, to suffer. “I thought he was just super into geology.”

“Oh, he is. He’s a little into everything. There’s a bi joke, for you.”

“Oh, ha, I get it.”

Is that his body, stranded somewhere below him? Hi, body. Good to see you. You look like hell. Feel free to summon your soul back into yourself at any time, that’d be great.

“I am generally bad at functioning,” he admits, once his essence has begrudgingly reattached itself to his cells and his blood stops ringing quite so loudly in his ears.

Miranda shrugs. “I think you’re pretty okay. Once Percy had to get five stitches on his lip because he was half asleep and mixed up his plate and pizza and bit clean through his plate. It only really needed four stitches, but Will laughed so hard he couldn’t focus right and tore the wound a tad before fixing it. By accident.”

Nico tries very hard not to picture that laughter, not to remember the first time he heard Will laugh, not the hundreds of times after; a loud sound, a musical sound, despite his insistence that he has no talents. Laughter like olive oil laughs in the pan, like wind laughs as it rushes through the poplar trees.

Jason nods sympathetically. “Mondays are hard.”

“Please,” Nico begs the both of them. The nerve he’d summoned after the encouragement of his friends is slowly leaking out of his eyeballs and soaking the ground. “I just need —”

He can’t finish that sentence, either. I need to give Will flowers so he knows I have….intentions, with him, is the most embarrassing sentence ever to be conjured by man, and if he has to say it aloud he knows his father will smite him out of pity, as is their deal. It must only be implied, and even then, he could get egged by any member of Cabin Eleven and turn into a breakfast buffet, his face is so godsdamn hot.

“Will, is, like, unbelievably dense,” Miranda says, taking pity on him. She waits for Nico to finish choking, patting him firmly on the back before continuing. “I guess that’s not fair. He can be quite observant, he just has worse self-esteem than you, even, no offense, so if you are trying to seduce him you’re going to have to be very obvious.”

The wheezing that she has just circumvented starts all over again. This time, Jason joins him. Miranda has no qualms or shame — fitting, since Nico has met her mother, who also has no shame about anything. Nico will never be able to forget that she is the goddess of fertility.

“Who the fuck said anything about seducing,” he manages, finally, lungs chilling somewhere on the grass.

Miranda ignores him. “I would usually say something simple like daisies, but they can be representative of friendship and he will for sure assume they are friendship flowers. Hyacinth can communicate a much deeper breadth of emotion, but, uh —” she glances at the Apollo cabin — “I would avoid Hyacinth.”

Nico sobers. Yeah. That would be wise.

“I think roses send a little too strong of a message for your purposes, so I’m thinking carnations. Pink ones.”

Recovering from the implications of the roses — he’s a little out of time, not stupid, he knows what they mean — he looks at her curiously. “What do pink carnations mean?”

She shrugs. “Love and affection, really. Sometimes gratitude, and in some poetry their colouring is compared to a pleased flush.”

Although he expected much more agony in this particular step of the journey (not that their wasn’t a good, healthy amount; can’t feel good feelings for too long if you’re Nico di Angelo, Cursèd, Son of Hades, Prince of the Underworld, Ghost King, Et Cetera, Et Cetera), pink carnations seem surprisingly…right. Love and affection, he can handle that, and if there’s one thing he always is, regarding Will, it’s grateful. Maybe the whole damn camp should be giving him pink carnations.

“Here.”

Sensing Nico’s hesitant acceptance, Miranda swoops down to the ground, digs around a second, shoots a quick prayer to her mother, and waits. A moment later, several blush-pink flowers shoot from the dirt, along with — Nico squints to read it — a book about the history of grain cereals. Miranda looks confused about one of those two things.

“I am constantly plagued by the Ancient Greek Theoi and their various whims,” Nico explains.

“Your life confuses me,” Miranda responds. She hands him the book and the flowers. For once, Demeter’s gift seems to be the less volatile object of the two. “I’m going to go meditate about it.”

“Good call,” says Jason.

“Thank you,” Nico calls, belatedly, to her retreating back. He glances down at the flowers in his hand. “Jason,” he says, voice strained.

He sighs. “Oh, here we go.”

“Jason, I have to move.”

“You’re fine here,” Jason says patiently. He places a hand on Nico’s shoulder and begins to steer him towards the Big House. Nico, distraught, refrains from judo flipping him into a tree.

“I ruin everything I touch, Jason.”

“You helped out with the strawberries just fine last week.”

“Strawberries are not people, Jason.”

“The kids seem to like you. You let them keep weird skulls and rocks and shit they find in the woods, and they like that.”

“Children are not completely incomprehensible sons of the sun, Jason.”

“Will likes you. By his own admission. He thinks — and I’m quoting here — that you’re gorgeous, even when you’re glaring at him and rueing your own existence.”

Nico has nothing to say to that, because he still can’t quite believe that’s true. It’s — surreal. He had no arguments against it, because he knows, objectively, that Will was not lying, and he can see, with his eyeballs, that Will smiles every time they make eye contact, unless Nico did something stupid in which case Will is huffing and muttering about patients and demigods and how increased power is directly correlated with increased stupidity.

Mostly smiling, though.

At Nico. With love and affection and oh, gods, he is going to ruin things so bad.

“Look,” Jason says, stopping them in front of the porch. Nico takes the pause with equal parts relief and panic, turning to him with the flowers clutched to his chest. “You have — issues.”

Nico blinks, waiting for more sentence. Surely that cannot be all of it.

“…Yes,” he acquiesces, when no sentence is forthcoming. “I am an interloper in this timeline. I am an omen of death. I am —”

“Gods, you’re dramatic.”

Nico agonizes.

“You will be fine, Nico, please, I don’t even know what the hang-up is. He said he likes you, there is literally not a single soul in this camp unaware about how much he likes you. Right?”

The rickety screen door of the infirmary bangs open, slamming against the frame, startling them both so hard they cause a slight earthquake.

“Oh, you got them, you got them!”

The overworked and overstressed whirlwind known as William Andrew Solace bursts out of the infirmary, tripping over his own shoes and nearly landing on his face had Jason not caught him.

“Woah, dude,” he says, steady hand on his waist. Nico reacts to that totally normally and Jason’s shadow does not at all try to swallow him. “What’s wrong?”

Will barely responds. “Nico, you are the best, I owe you forever —”

Stumbling out of Jason’s hold, he lunges over to Nico, plucking the flowers out of his hand and spinning right back to the infirmary. In total bewilderment, Nico and Jason follow him, watching as he tosses the bouquet in the air, hands glowing golden, and mutters a quick hymn. The flowers begin to droop, then wrinkle, then fully shrivel up, totally dead as they land back in his hands.

“What the fuck,” Jason whispers.

“Sun-dried is better, but I don’t have time,” Will frets. “Son of sun will have to do. Ha. You, and you, over here.” He points to the nurses desk with the yellowed stems, no trace of a question in his voice. The two of them scramble to comply, ducking under the half-door and standing awkwardly behind the counter as Will clears it off.

“That stupid prank — remind me to kill Cecil tomorrow, Nico, if you don’t mind — has three whole cabins covered in skin welts. I don’t have enough beds for them all, and they need to be quarantined, anyway. I haven’t had time to go get more ingredients in between cabins, let alone time to make more ointment.” Two massive stone mortars slam the counter, making both of them jump, followed by pestles with blunt heads roughly the size of Nico’s fist. “Pulverize the petals as fine as you can.” He splits the dead bouquet in half, handing them each six flowers each. “Petals only, no stems or seeds. I’ll be back in twenty minutes to gather it. Oh, and Nico —”

He pauses for a moment, taking a breath. Hesitantly, Nico reaches out and places a gentle hand on his wrist. Instantly, the worried line between his eyes melts away, and he smiles; tired but radiant.

“I owe you one,” he says softly. “You always know just what I need. I’ve been using rose, ‘cause that’s what we have, even though pink carnations is better, but we ran out an hour ago and I’ve been freaking out cause I —”

“Solace,” Nico interrupts. He squeezes gently. “Breathe.”

He does. Inhale, hold, exhale, breath tickling the hairs in Nico’s arm, causing goosebumps to bristle all over his skin. (The grateful smile pointed towards him at full power has nothing to do with that. Obviously.)

“I’m good. Just — thank you, Nico. You knew exactly what I needed.”

A loud groan sounds from somewhere to the east, in the vague direction of Cabin Ten, and Will rushes off without another word, medical bag stuffed to bursting. There’s a thump, and a quick, “I’m good!” and then the sound of running in flip-flops. Nico ducks his head to hide a smile, turning to the dried flowers.

“Well,” says Jason after a moment. “You tried.”

Nico shrugs. He starts plucking the petals off and dumping them in the mortar, Jason quick to follow his example.

“I’ll just have to try harder next time.”

———

part five

#i love will but in terms of romance he is a cement pillar of dumbass #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #nico/will #will/nico #jason grace #nico di angelo & jason grace #miranda gardiner #nico di angelo & miranda gardiner #longpost #fic #my writing #courting fic #fluff #whipped down bad ridiculous nico my beloved #pining nico di angelo

[fantasy-relax]

Sweet alpha Dangerous Omega

Part 5

She knew that her dear Cassandra would make the right decision as soon as her heat ended, however Alcina couldn't kill you, in three months her daughter would go into heat again and she would continue to have them all her life. Mother Miranda had already told her how harmful it was for an omega to go through heat alone, while the company of the family lessened the symptoms over time, they needed a mate, although an alpha was the basic inclination if there was a deep emotional connection a beta or even another omega could be good partner.

But Cassandra had never shown interest in sharing her heat with anyone and Alcina would never force her. When they began to get worse, she turned to Lady Beneviento for medicine, but the mutation that her daughters had accelerated their metabolism, what they took was burned off in a couple of hours if they were lucky or minutes in most cases, the rapid change caused more pain than benefit so it was better not to use it.

Company was the best option, her sweet Daniela brought in a maid who had been favored by Cassandra in the hope that she would be accepted at least as a temporary partner. Five minutes passed before the lifeless body was thrown out of the room, a broken neck fast and effective.

Alcina could only listen helplessly to the grunts and sobs of her daughter for the last three days that her heat period lasted.

That's why she couldn't get rid of you, despite how much it irritated her to admit it, your presence had brought great relief to her daughter and in the same way your absence had seriously affected her.

So, she had to put up with you, your chivalry and obedience when dealing with her pup helped a lot.

“Our Pup needs time and space to make a decision”

“She already took it, this peasant will only be a pet to deal with her discomfort, end of the story”

Ignoring the Beta's comments, Alcina looked at the alpha who was looking at the ground with her head lowered.

“Poor pup”

Frowning in irritation, Lady Dimitrescu speaks firmly.

“Pay attention when I speak to you, beast.”

Your posture changed, but your eyes were still on the floor.

"That was fast"

Alcina rolled her eyes, dismissing the unnecessary concern of her beta, who was too soft on you just because Cassandra's omega was too, both useless instincts.

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“Pay attention when I speak to you, beast.”

You raised your head and stood firm, keeping your eyes glued to the floor, showing that you were attentive to what was being said to you, but without being impertinent, an action learned thanks to your mother.

You didn't understand why you weren't dead yet, you failed again, Cassandra had been clear to her displeasure, you weren't worthy of being her mate.

You took a deep breath, trying to hold back your tears. It was enough with your alpha's cries echoing in your head.

What did you do wrong?

You just followed the omega's wishes.

Comfort and company were what she wanted, so that's what you gave her.

You took care of her, you gave her everything she asked for, you obeyed her orders and she was never dissatisfied with your actions during the heat.

Still, it wasn't enough.

Why are you never enough?

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“Because you have proven to be useful for my daughter's well-being, I have decided to employ you, so from now on you will live here as a mating companion for her, you will have a room separated from the other maids, the moment a complaint about you reaches my ears, I assure you that I will make you regret it for weeks, Bela will be in charge of you, out of my sight."

Bela approached you when her mother went back to review her papers on her desk, for a moment she thought you were going to complain, but you remained silent.

“Follow me, I'll take you to your room.”

The medicine had accelerated your healing allowing you to walk without any problem, your nutrition was something that would take longer, you were not starving, but it was obvious that you weighed less than you should, you reached her chin something to be expected since alphas tended to be tall with an ease in developing muscles, there were alphas in the town who were taller than her, but how different was it with women or was it your poor diet that affected your development? What was biology and what was it by circumstance?

Well, there is good place to start her studies.

"Miss Bela?"

"Actually, is Lady Bela or Mistress. Remember that, now what it is?"

“Is there anything I can do instead of uh being a heat partner? I just don't think Lady Cassandra wants my company... she has already been clear with her decision."

You avoided looking at her eyes and even tried to make yourself look smaller, everything about you showed submission. Could it be a learned behavior? Had you really lost all desire for dominance?

“In the town i also worked as a lumberjack and carpenter. I know how to hunt too, could I work like that?”

She thought about it Relia complained about the lack of experienced labor, in addition to the fact that at her age she already needed an apprentice to relieve her and the majority of the workers under her command did not reach her standards, perhaps you could serve, the traps you had Installed were excellent and the cabin you lived in while old was in good condition, she had to admit that you had some skill.

"You will be Cassandra's mating partner, there is no way out or change in that, however, having you do nothing for three months is unproductive, tomorrow I will give you a tour of the castle and I will take you to the groundskeeper so that she can give you work. Rest for today."

Again, it seemed like you were going to contradict, but you kept quiet, entering the room with her.

“Your bed, the closet has some uniforms, but I'm not sure they are your size. Anyway, tomorrow we will also go to the seamstress to take your measurements. You have a personal bathroom. You won't use the communal for obvious reasons.”

Approaching you with one hand she lifted your face, you continued to avoid looking at her.

“You are the only alpha in the castle, there are unbonded omegas and betas, step over the line and you will be punished appropriately, am I clear?”

You nodded and she let go of you.

“I'll come as soon as the sun rises tomorrow you better be ready.”

She left you alone in your new home.

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“Really, Cassie? You finally find someone that your omega accepts, you have a romantic and intimate moment only to throw it all away seconds after your heat ends, I can't believe it."

Cassandra felt the pain in her head increase as she listened to her sister's complaints as if it wasn't enough to have to deal with her omega's complaints. At least Daniela's voice was silenced by the bathroom door.

“You hurt our alpha, you were cruel and rude!”

“She's lucky I didn't tear out her throat.”

“Alpha did her job well and you despised her again!”

“The cowardly bitch didn't even give me a kiss with tongue.”

“Because it wasn't what we needed!"

“The only thing an alpha is useful for is sex, that's what I wanted but the useless bitch didn't have the courage to do it.”

“WE WANTED COMPANY, WE WANTED SOFT TOUCH AND CARESES THAT WOULD BEAT THE COLD IN WHICH WE HAVE BEEN TRAPPED ALL THESE YEARS, ALFA DID IT WITH FERVOR AND ADORATION AND AGAIN YOU DENIED HER THE APPROVAL SHE WANTED.”

“I DON'T NEED ANY OF THAT, YOU ARE THE WEAKEST PART OF ME, YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAUSES ME MISERY AND PAIN BECAUSE OF YOUR STUPID NEED TO HAVE A PARTNER”

“WE WISH ONE!"

“IF YOU WANT IT SO MUCH, WHY DID YOU NOT CHOOSE ONE YEARS AGO?”

“EVERYONE WAS UNSUITABLE WE FINALLY FOUND THE ONE WHO IS PERFECT FOR US AND YOU DON'T DO YOUR PART”

" MY PART? YOU ARE WHO-

“Well, what does it matter, it's Bela's property now.”

What?

“What the hell are you talking about Daniela?

"She said that she was interested in her and was going to ask Mother for permission to keep her in the castle under her supervision. Surprisingly, Mother accepted under some conditions, they are talking to her now but in the end is her problem now."

“Like hell she is, she's mine, I found her first.”

“You threw her out, you lost the right, but if you want to fight for your lover-”

“Fuck it, that bitch is of no use to me.”

"If you say so"

She doesn't care, she doesn't give a fuck about you, you are a pathetic starved dog willing to lick the food thrown at the floor, you are only good for a quick fuck but you are such a fucking coward to do it.

Bela can do whatever she wants with you she. doesn't. care.

Now if her omega will stop whining.

#resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #my work #omegaverse

[dragongirl642]

H-heya! Could i ask for an shy female dragon shifter reader with Lady D. and Donna? Like she's heavily injured by hunters and had to crash/land into their home because of it? How would they react or would they even help her?

(I Love Dragons but see most of the time only male dragon shifters uwu

I feel like both their initial reactions would be very similar to the other Male Dragon Shifter meeting post, (a.k.a: This post).

Alcina Dimitrescu

At first, all Alcina sees is the giant hole in her castle walls and the giant lizard in her hall and she goes into attack mode.

She aims for your injuries, so you curl into a spiky ball of scales and flame.

Turns out your scales are Alcina proof so unless you uncurl and she can get at the flesh beneath, she can't hurt you.

She may lose a limb to your flames.

She is incensed at your presence and forbids her daughters from going near the hall.

But you are very warm, you're inner fire counteracting the cold winds coming in through the hole in the wall, and the Dimitrescu daughters are attracted to the giant warm cuddly lizard.

You warn them off a few times, but they keep spouting curious questions and attempting to come close that eventually, once your natural regeneration has sealed the surface of your wounds, you allow them to sit between the spines on your tail and examine your claws. (You can easily turn and burn them if they pose a threat.)

Alcina is furious that her daughters disobeyed her and approached you, and yet equally furious that you are entirely different from the mindless beast she'd warned them against.

When she sees your human form for the first time, I see Alcina doing a complete 180, (compared to her reaction in the other post).

Oh, you're a Pretty Maiden?!?!?! Well why didn't you say! Come closer, let me look at you Darling. *bites you! bites you! bites you!*

Yeah, she will pretty much try and get you to let your guard down and then go for the CHOMP.

You fight her off of course, half-shifting is easy for you.

Now you can be a fire-breathing menace AND roam the halls.

You have gone hunting a few times, and you brought your kill back to the castle. Dripping blood on the carpet and sitting in her great hall tearing into carcasses like an animal. (Her children love that you let them feast on the leftovers after they've sat for a few hours.)

Alcina is sulking. She can't kill you, she can't eat you, she can't just sit back and let you stay without at least making a show of removing you without losing the respect and support of Mother Miranda.

But then said Mother Miranda shows up and is promptly sent off with burned wings.

Okay, now she's a little worried. She is not certain she could beat you even in her full mutant form and her daughters adore you for SOME REASON.

After several weeks, she looses it, storms into the hall and unleashes a verbal lashing her ancestors would be proud of. The effect is only slightly reduced by the fact that she bursts into frustrated tears and flees the room to go dramatically wallow in her sorrow.

Okay, now you feel kind-off guilty. You did crash into this woman's home, burn her boss, monopolise her daughter's attention, and ruin the carpets. Maybe you should do something to make up for all that.

You repair the walls the best you can, replaster over scratches in the walls, hunt down the castles cleaning supplies and soak the carpets in a potion of bleach and foaming soapy water before hanging them from the battlements to dry.

Your final act of apology comes in the form of draining the blood from your kills and leaving them in sealed jugs by her bedroom door, handwritten notes tied to the handles.

You are a new exciting variable and her daughters try to help by going to their mother and telling her about what you're doing.

Every day, you wait outside her doors for hours waiting for her to emerge.

When she finally does, it is to your offer of a truce. You are being hunted and will not leave this very conveniently guarded hiding spot, however, you can be useful and help her with her food supply.

She is doubtful when presented with the blood of animals, but when you acquire human blood through negotiating trades with the villagers she slowly starts to change her tune.

You're a smart pretty lady and you have presented her with a charming little solution to the problem of the future dwindling supply of villagers to feed from.

Alright, Alcina has come to the decision to be the merciful, graceful mistress of the castle who allows a poor hunted lady to stay with her. (Keep telling yourself that Alcina).

After a few months, it starts to feel a little more comfortable.

After a few more, it starts to feel normal.

She caught herself running her hand down your scales once, marvelling at how the light reflected, (she will forever deny that she did that).

You start to lay down your claim and soon have built up a new hoard of trinkets, and maids, and mutants. The glittering gem crowning your hoard, is Alcina herself, not that she knows yet.

Once you've established yourself and Alcina doesn't outwardly reject your claim, you become quite the homemaker.

You are fierce and strong and loving.

You provide the warmest cuddles known to man, or mutant.

You cook for your new family, catering for their 'special' diet is a little easier with your own predilection to a carnivore diet.

Alcina will brag to the other Lords about "her darling", "the dimitrescu dragon", "the second dimitrescu lady," but only out of earshot of Mother Miranda.

Donna Beneviento

Pretty much the same reaction as the other post...except she's a bit braver about approaching you due to seeing your obvious injuries.

She has several dolls in attack mode ready to go, (not that they would work against your flame.

You know you could easily incinerate this woman but you attempt polite conversation through gritted fangs. You ask about her hobbies, favourite foods, favourite colours, etc..., and offer your own answers in return.

The talk calms her and she seems less frightened and more welcoming.

It takes a few days for her to really trust you.

Oddly enough you get the feeling she liked you a little more after Mother Miranda visited and berated her for not eliminating the threat (you) before being quickly chased of by a living flamethrower (also you).

When you shift to your human form to make it easier, she's surprised and immediately more comfortable with you.

Donna knows a lot about medicinal plants but zero about dragon biology. You know all about dragon biology and zero about medicinal plants. Together you make one whole doctor...and figure out how to make medicine for your wounds. It's patchy and a little funny-smelling but it does the job (at least you both think it does). To be honest, your natural regenerative capabilities take care of most of the damage.

Angie tries to play doctor too but is, admittedly, more of a hindrance than a help.

Your injuries are haphazardly patched and a good long sit by a lit fireplace does the rest.

You know your hunters are still out there, but this remote village is hidden and safe for now.

You decide to stay just until you need to move on.

Okay, Donna was not prepared for guests but now she has one.

She makes you some basic new clothes to cover you up and you collect firewood whenever she needs more.

After a while, she feels inspired by the way your scales gleam in the firelight and excited at the prospect of having a new friend to play dress up with, Donna offers to make you some dresses. Dresses with holes and pins to accomodate your wings and tail, delicate lace fingerless gloves allowing your claws to shine through.

You accept the gifts only because she seems so eager and it would be rude to deny your host, (not because she's cute).

You do what you can for her in return. As it turns out you can cook more substantial food than tea party sandwiches; which Donna definitely appreciates.

The dolls unnerve you, but you learn to live with them.

You install more lights in the manor and fix leaks in the roof.

There are long talks by the fireplace. She reads to you sometimes.

After a few months, you and Donna starts to build a comfortable rhythm.

After a few more, it starts to feel homely.

You attend a tea party she holds for the other Lords. When someone (Heisenberg) makes a comment that has Donna cringing, you growl, a loud deep vibration that (along with the glow in your eyes and fire shining through the skin of your chest) instills fear in all attending. Donna now has scary dog (dragon) priviledge.

You tell yourself your protectiveness is because she's your benefactor (totally not because you have a crush on the pretty, shy dollmaker with a voice like honey and temperament to match).

Okay, who are you kidding, you want to claim a new hoard here...you want to stay with her.

After a few accepted offerings of food made from your hunted game, a few accepted cuddles, and the painstaking labour of building and decorating a new conservatory with an unfolding roof cover for stargazing, (which Donna immediately hugs you in thanks and immediately outfits with a planter full of herbs), you consider your claim accepted.

You are fierce and strong and loving.

You provide the warmest cuddles known to man, or mutant, (or doll).

Once she feels comfortable enough and like she has permission, Donna is so sweet with you.

You compliment and build her up, and soon her confidence soars.

Donna goes from one of the weakest Lords to the strongest.

You burn the creepy baby monster in the basement, it's the one thing you couldn't live with.

#re8 headcanons #re8 #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 alcina dimitrescu #re8 donna beneviento #lady beneviento #re8 lady beneviento #donna beneviento

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Hey, could I request r taking care of the RE8 women. They have been working hard for weeks and r sees what an impact that has on their health, so they decide to take matters in their own hand and take care of them.

I want to take care of them all! Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

As you watch Alcina move about the castle, you notice how tired she looks. She’s been working tirelessly for weeks now, helping Mother Miranda, doing mountains of paperwork for the wine business, and running the entirety of the castle. You can see how much it’s taking a toll on her and it kills you.

You decide that enough is enough. It’s time to take matters into your own hands and take care of your girl. You make your way to her chambers, determined to make sure she gets the rest she needs.

When you enter her room, you find her sitting at her vanity, looking exhausted. You approach her quietly and begin to massage her shoulders. She lets out a small sigh of relief and leans back into your touch.

“Thank you, draga,” She says softly, her voice weary.

You grin and shoot her a wink through the reflection in her mirror. You continue to massage her shoulders, working out the knots and tension in her muscles. You can feel her body relax under your touch and it fills you with a sense of satisfaction.

After a few minutes, you help her stand up and guide her to the bed. You tuck her in and bring her a glass of water, encouraging her to drink it slowly. She takes a few sips and then you carefully take the glass and set it down on the nightstand.

“Rest, Alci,” You say, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. “I’ll take care of everything.”

She looks like she’s about to argue, but you shush her before she can. She blushes, but nods, looking grateful. She finally closes her eyes. You watch her for a moment, making sure she’s asleep before you leave the room.

Over the next few days, you make it your mission to take care of Alcina. You bring her food and water, help her with her baths, and make sure she gets enough rest. She begins to look better, more rested, and you can see the spark returning to her eyes.

“You’re taking such good care of me, draga” She says one day, as you brush her hair. “Thank you.”

You smile. “I’m just happy to see you feeling better, Alci,” You tell her. Taking care of the love of your life is one of the most important things you can do. And as you watch Alcina begin to heal, you know that it’s worth every moment.

Donna:

You watch as Donna meticulously creates her custom dolls day after day. She spends hours working on each one, paying close attention to every detail. It’s clear that she takes pride in her work, but you can’t help but notice the toll it’s taking on her.

You’ve been together long enough to know when she’s pushing herself too hard. She’s been skipping meals and staying up late into the night to fulfill orders. It’s starting to show. She looks tired and worn out. You’re worried about her.

So, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You make a plan to take care of her, starting with making sure she eats a proper meal. You cook her favorite dish (Probably not as well as she would have, but it’s the though that counts), and serve it to her. You also make sure she takes the time to sit down and eat at a leisurely pace.

As she eats, you talk to her about how you’ve noticed all the hard work she’s been putting in. You tell her that she’s amazing and that you’re proud of her, but that you also want her to take care of herself.

She listens to you with a small smile on her face and you can see the gratitude in her eyes. You know that she’s not used to being taken care of like this, but you also know that she needs it.

After dinner, you draw a bath for her and fill it with softly-scented bubbles. You help her undress and get in, then sit beside the tub and massage her shoulders as she rests.

As you massage her, she tells you about her dolls and how much they mean to her. You listen attentively, knowing how important her work is to her. But you also make sure to remind her that she’s important too and that she needs to take care of herself in order to keep doing what she loves.

After her bath, you tuck her into bed and kiss her goodnight. You stay with her until she falls asleep, climbing in behind her and holding her. You feel grateful that you could be there for her when she needed you.

Miranda:

You watch as Miranda slowly makes her way into your shared quarters, her usually poised posture now slightly hunched with exhaustion. You can see the fatigue etched into the lines on her face, and her eyes look tired and red from irritation. You feel a pang of concern for her.

She’s been working tirelessly for weeks, overseeing and handling all the duties of running the village. It’s no wonder that she’s looking run-down.

As she settles into her chair, you step forward and place a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Miranda,” you say softly, “I can see how hard you’ve been working. Let me take care of you for a change.”

She looks up at you, surprised, but doesn’t protest as you guide her towards the bed. You carefully help her out of her robes and settle her in bed, making sure she’s comfortable. Then you leave to prepare some tea for her, hoping to soothe her tired body and mind.

As the tea brews, you think about all the things you can do to help her feel better. Maybe you can run her a hot bath or even read her a story. You’re determined to do whatever it takes to help her relax and recover.

When you return with the tea, she looks up at you gratefully. “I love you, draga mea,” She says and kisses you.

You smile and sit down beside her. “I love you too, babe,” You say. You hold the cup to her lips, letting her sip at her own pace. As she drinks, you stroke her hair and listen as she talks about the latest developments in the village.

But you can tell she’s struggling to stay alert, and you know it’s time for her to rest. You gently take the cup from her hands and help her lie down, tucking her in with a soft blanket.

As you watch her drift off to sleep, you know that you’ve made a difference in her wellbeing. You silently vow to yourself to continue taking care of her and to help her through whatever challenges may come her way.

Bela:

Bela wearily shuffles into the grand dining hall, her once impeccable posture now slumped and tired. It’s been weeks since she’s had a break from her duties and it’s taking a toll on her health.

You feel a pang of worry in your chest as you see her struggle to keep her eyes open during dinner. You know that she’s been pushing herself to the limit, and it’s time for you to step in and take care of her.

That night, after dinner, you quietly approach Bela and offer to give her a massage. She hesitates at first, unused to receiving such care and attention, but eventually relents and allows you to lead her to her chambers.

As you work the knots out of her tense muscles, you listen to her quiet breathing and the soft sighs of relief that escape her lips. You can feel the stress and tension melting away beneath your fingers and you vow to do everything in your power to keep her relaxed and cared for.

In the days that follow, you make it your mission to ensure that Bela is taking care of herself. You bring her healthy meals and snacks, insist on breaks during her long days of work, and even schedule in some leisure time for her to relax and unwind.

At first, she protests, insisting that she can handle everything on her own. But as time goes on, she begins to soften, to let down her guard and allow you to take care of her.

You watch as her strength and vitality return, the color returning to her cheeks and the light returning to her eyes. And as you see her smile and laugh once again, you know that all of your efforts have been worth it.

Cassandra:

You watch as Cass stumbles into her room, looking completely drained. She’s been working non-stop for weeks and you can see the toll it’s taking on her. You can’t bear to see her like this any longer, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

You approach Cass and gently place a hand on her shoulder. She jumps slightly at the touch, clearly not awake enough to have expected it. “What’s wrong, darling?” She asks, looking up at you with tired eyes.

You take a deep breath and tell her that you’re worried about her health. You can see how much she’s been working and you don’t want her to push herself too hard. “Let me take care of you, babe,” You say and she looks at you in surprise.

You lead Cass to her bed and tell her to lie down. You pull the blankets over her and sit down beside her, stroking her hair gently. “Just relax,” You tell her and kiss her. “I’ll take care of everything.”

You start by making her a cup of tea, adding a dash of honey for sweetness. You bring it to her on a tray, along with some fruit. She looks at you with surprise as you place the tray in her lap.

You sit with her and feed her bites of fruit with a fork, talking about anything and everything to take her mind off of things. You can see the tension in her shoulders start to ease as she relaxes into the moment. When she finishes eating, you take the tray away and ask her if she wants to watch a movie.

Cass nods and you put on her favorite film (Twilight…? XD) You cuddle up next to her on the bed, wrapping your arms around her as the movie plays. You can feel her breathing slow and deepen as she falls asleep, completely relaxed.

You sit with her for a while longer, enjoying the peace and quiet of the moment.

Daniela:

You watch Dani as she works tirelessly day after day, and you can’t help but worry about her health. She’s been pushing herself to the limit for weeks, and it’s taking a toll on her body and her mind. She’s not as perky and bubbly as she usually is. You know that if she continues like this, she’s going to burn out completely.

You decide that enough is enough, and you take matters into your own hands. You start by cooking healthy meals for her, making sure that she’s getting all the nutrients she needs. You also encourage her to take breaks throughout the day, reminding her that she needs to rest her body and mind.

You notice that Dani is a bit hesitant to let you take care of her at first, but you persist, telling her that you just want her to be healthy and happy. Slowly but surely, she starts to allow you to help her.

As the days pass, you see a noticeable improvement in Daniela’s health. She’s more energetic, happier, and less stressed. You can tell that she’s grateful for everything you’re doing for her, even if she doesn’t say it outright.

One day, she surprises you by giving you a heartfelt thank you and a deep kiss, telling you how much your support means to her. You feel a warm sense of pride in your heart, knowing that you’ve helped someone you love more than anything.

You continue to take care of Dani, knowing that it’s the least you can do for someone who means so much to you. You’re glad to be there for her when she needs you.

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

[possessionisamyth]

People making Mia an abusive spouse fail to realize it would take three notch turns to make Ethan the abusive controlling husband who won't let his wife go even in death.

"But in RE7 Eveline wants him cause he's nice and her dips into Mia's mind hyped him up."

Make it where Eveline wants Ethan because he's the only one who can control Mia better than her.

"But her last message to Ethan-"

Never sent, but intended to do the job of getting her an actual funeral for other friends and family she might want to know of her passing.

"But her secret double life-"

An escape more intensive than her turbulent marriage with the hope the job might kill her before Ethan does.

"But at the beginning of RE8-"

That was fucking Mother Miranda in disguise for weeks. Stop using that as an example Mia is toxic. It doesn't fucking work.

"But in House Beneviento in RE8 she's keeping some big secret from him."

She knows her husband is now mold, but the patterns of abuse are the same. Her reactions could stem from fear for when the honeymoon phase ends now that there's a baby involved.

"But Ethan mentions they're arguing a lot."

Abusive men turning the narrative to frame the wife as hysterical in order to better control them and how others interact with them.

"But why else would he go through all that effort to save Rosemary?"

Same reason he went through all that effort to get Mia back. They're his property.

Attacking Ethan with a chainsaw and not killing him could be all her pent up complex emotions coming to the surface via Eveline and the mold. Imagine the sick and horrid relief she'd feel seeing Jack kill Ethan. Think of the bile rising in her throat seeing him walking around again desperately calling out for her with the promise he'd take her back home. A monster you can't kill. Literally and figuratively. Not being able to tell Chris because her double life puts her in the negatives for trust, and Ethan capitalizing on it. Her learning Ethan is getting military training and now there's more ways he can harm her without leaving visible physical evidence. Holding Rosemary over her as a threat and another tether she can't cut.

This took me five minutes to come up with btw.

#resident evil #mia winters #ethan winters #mithan #re7 #re8 #i could go on cause theres so much meat here actually

[cuddly-dean-baby]

Hello! If you have time, could you do some sfw and nsfw headcanons of Carlos x reader x Karl? Because that's the only thing I've been thinking and they give me so much serotonin 😌💞💕

I'm just gonna do some sfw headcanons if that's alright with you (might slip in some nsfw)

Oooooo

They love you sitting on their laps; Karl would be making something, you come along, pull his chair out a bit, sit yourself on his lap, he wouldn’t care. He'd would have a hand on your thigh/butt

With Carlos, I think it’ll be when he’s cleaning his guns. He'd have his arms around you

They’ll both give you kisses (some on your neck too)

If you’re wearing a hoodie/shirt of theirs whilst sitting on them

Ooooooh

You’re in for a ride (literally)

What else...?

They know you can look after yourself in the zombie/lycan world (if the lycans attack you)

But they worry

When you’re at Castle Dimitrescu, Karl doesn’t like it when you’re hanging out with Lady Super-Sized Bitch (his words)

He’s algood with Carlos hanging out with everyone else

But with you

Nope

You’re staying away from them

When you tell the two to go as you were trying to defeat the Nemesis, you’re gonna get in BIG trouble after you kill him

Along with helping Ethan defeat Mother Miranda

Now

Bedtime

The soft bedtime; cuddles

LOTS of cuddles

And innocent kiss

The intimate bedtime; oh Lord

They fight over on who gets what

You either tell them or tell them they’re not getting any at all

#resident evil #resident evil fluff #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 3 #resident evil village #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x male reader #carlos oliveira fluff #karl heisenberg #karl herisenberg fluff #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x male reader #carlos oliveira x gn reader #karl heisenberg x gn reader

[ajbullet]

My thoughts on PJO episode 3: part 2

Part one:

We have no food so I’m back

-Having Alecto outside the Garden was such a clever way of adding intensity to the scene and answers the question of like why didn’t they just leave?

-I loved the changed to them knowing who Medusa is right away. It fits the characters and the vibe of the story so much better

-MEDUSA Omgs

-She was perfect. Her outfit and voice and presence was just absolutely intimidating while also almost nurturing? I was confused as where I should trust her or not, which is the point.

-the way they changed her story was astonishing and all the better for it. Her devotion to Athena. The parallel to Annabeth and how they both worshiped a god who has never recognized them (besides the cap). Medusa’s blind faith and her hatred towards Poseidon after he used her.

-“I’m a survivor” 😘👌🏻 perfect delivery

-Medusa calling Poseidon a monster and it reminding Percy of what his mother said.

-HIM TRUSTING MEDUSA BECAUSE OF HIS MOTHER

-The parallels between Medusa and Sally. The unity Medusa believes they share.

-“I don’t think she’s like that” The only one who can speak about Annabeth like that is HIM

-The INSTANT Medusa mentions killing Percy’s friends he is out of there. Like most people have pointed out: a great nod to his fatal flaw of loyalty.

-The labyrinth was so freaking cool guys. Like wtf. That was amazing. I kept picturing the scene from the movie and it blew that out of the water (even tho that’s my favorite scene from the movie. I mean come on, the iconic iPod reflection? Shall never be forgotten) But the invisibility cap was really cool too

-Grover flying of into the distance, screaming his head off, and Percy and Annabeth just being like “whelp, new plan”

-THEM WORKING TOGETHER

-Annabeth watching Percy kill Alecto. Again, wasn’t sure exactly what she was feeling when I first watched it but looking back I think she’s finally realizing like, oh, this boy is more capable then I thought. Maybe he can be useful. Maybe he can do this. Maybe I have a crush on- wait no not possible. Eww.

-Them finally reconciling after Grover broke.

-Oh and I love that they made the uncle Ferdinand a more sad, meaningful moment. I mean, that part in the movie was funny, but that wouldn’t have fit the vibe at all and I think it really added to Grover’s character. I wanted to hug him.

-Leah’s expression after Percy says he picked her cause they could never be friends. She was hurt and it broke me.

-THOSE TWO ARE GOING TO FALL IN LOVE

-Percy not realizing Annabeth’s hat is so important. Then immediately giving it back.

-“I am impertinent” This boy is Percy incarnate.

-LIN MANUEL MIRANDA wtf I wasn’t ready. Jump scare bro. Like give a girl a heads up.

I’m sooooo excited for next episode!! I think it’s going to be one of the best yet. This episode was perfect in its changes and implications. It was a new take on what we’ve read and seen before and even tho some people are mad about it, you have to realize that they have to keep it new. They have to adjust and change and ADAPT! I knew what was going to happen but yet I didn’t and it kept it interesting to me. It was a job well done. Again, please comment or reblog with any other takes or add one because I love seeing everyone’s perspectives. Just please remember to be kind!

#annabeth chase #percabetn #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy and annabeth #percabeth #pjo fandom #pjo disney+ #pjo tv show #percy pjo #pjo spoilers #pjo series #pjo #pjoverse

[wazzappp]

I drew. a lot for this. Also heads up for non RE mutuals this is going to be. confusing for you. I'm going to do my best to annotate and provide context but you are in for a wild ride.

Anyway long ass lore post for how Lisa and Robbie go from fighting to working together in this AU.

In the RE8 cannon all of the Dimitrescu daughters are made at the same time but for the sake of ✨the situations✨ I am going to change that. Lisa lived the longest as a human before being assimilated into the mold with a Cadou (infecting extension of the Megamycite). Technically her 'sisters' are older than her, as they were assimilated a while ago. Lisa has been a member of house Dimitrescu for about 2 years now. This puts her in this. Weird middle child zone. She wants to make her 'family' proud but she's also aware that what makes them proud isn't really the most achievable thing in the world (expecially with Bela to contend with. Older sibling overachiever to the maximum). She's got a certain degree of distance from them and sometimes wonders if she wasn't better off before all of this. Her memories are fuzzy but still there for the most part. She cant remember faces or names but she remembers feelings and situations. She doesen't remember families being like this (she wants OUT).

Chasing prey brought in is fairly standard for her. It's some of the only entertainment she gets. So when she catches Robbie exploring around the castle she has no idea that he's special in any way. He's just some new guy she gets to mess with before eating and DAMN he's FUN. If she didn't know any better she could almost think that he has experience being chased around (he does. he very much so does. all of RE7's worth). What she ALSO doesn't know is that Mother Miranda (big bad. Different from Lady Dimitrescu, who she refers to as 'mother') is planning on using Gabe (who is replacing baby Rose in this) to try and resurrect her dead kid with a 'perfect vessel' and this requires. uh. disassembly (in the base RE8 gameplay the reason Ethan goes to each house is because uhhhhhhhh his infant daughter has been dismembered and stored in jars and he needs to collect them so he can put her back together.... yeah). Robbie intervenes before this can get going and is instead going house to house because if he wants to get out of this stupid fuckass villiage he needs to collect the key components to unlock the gate keeping him in here (i need him to have a reason. to kill everyone. its important to me ok).

When Lisa finds out this random, but fun guy, she's been chasing who she thought was JUST SOME NORMAL GUY killed one of her sisters she mentally goes 'Oh. OH. THERES A CHANCE FOR ME TO GET OUT OF HERE'. That in conjunction with discovering Mother Miranda is planning on FULLY DISMEMBERING A CHILD she uh. Makes some decisions.

What you have to understand about her plans of matricide is that neither Lady Dimitrescu or her sisters can actually really fully die. Sure, their bodies are gone, but their consciousness is stored in the hive mind and they can reform later after gathering their strength. If she has to put her kinda shitty found family in time out for the sake of getting herself out of here + keeping her newly revived conscience clean she's absolutely going to do it.

(fuckin. backgrounds. dialogue. fuck. why can things not just take place inside of the void. DUKE MY BELOVED WE LOVE AND RESPECT DUKE IN THIS HOUSE HES A REAL ONE fuck now I got it in my head that he keeps trying to play matchmaker for them and i need to. go draw that because its too funny not to.)

Lisas plan involves this lab I had her mention in the comic above. It's where Robbie needs to go to synthesize more poison for the dagger of deaths flowers, and SUPPOSEDLY where a medicine that might allow her to go outside again might be (enemies of Lisas type become SIGNIFICANTLY weaker in the cold. She could try to bundle up but its still really not a good idea). She would love to go there herself, but it's in an area of the castle thats exposed to the cold of the outdoors.

The Two of them make a fairly decent team and Lisa finds herself having a LOT more fun hunting with someone else than she does on her own. They balance each other out pretty well; Robbie works primarily with guns so he can watch Lisas back while she's up close wrecking any grunts they run into. It's also pretty helpful having someone who can turn into a swarm of flies for puzzle solving purposes.

After all this Robbies trust for her increases SIGNIFICANTLY. He's still not really sure about her, but she's moved out of the 'active threat' classification into the 'kinda helpful' zone.

Lisa's plan has three ways it could go:

They all fail miserably and get sent to mental and physical time out in the megamycite.

They win and get to go free but either the medicine isn't there or it doesen't work. In which case she's just planning on getting as many coats as possible and Try-or-Die-ing it.

The medicine is there and she actually gets to roam free

Luckily for her, the medicine IS there, it DOES work, and Robbies sense of honor / noticing her usefulness (its hard to wage a one man war on an entire community of mutants ok you cant blame him for appreciating having some ACTUAL HELP for once) all align for the best possible scenario.

The cold does still affect her; her healing isn't as quick as it usually is and her increased strength / speed is a bit reduced, but she can go!! outside!!

She decided to stick with Robbie in getting out of the village as a whole. She doesen't really know what the world outside is like but anything has to be better than here (plus if she stays here she's probably getting shoved into the Megamycite by Mother Miranda PERMENANTLY and that just. wont do).

Also yes Lisa being with Robbie for the rest of his adventures means that she is there for Heisenbergs 'proposal'. She uh. Does not like that much.

this all made. more sense in my head I hope it at least makes a little sense out loud.

#Ive been trying to write this out for 3 hours now. how do fic writers do this shit. HOW. #moose i thought i understood your 'brainworms of a different type'. i was w r o n g #my art #ghost rider re7 au #lisa (ghost rider) #robbie reyes #gabe reyes #sketch #RE!lisa

[concussed-to-pieces]

Wolves At The Door; Part Eight

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: You both skied in silence for a long while, Karl absently watching your hips move back and forth beneath your snowsuit. Due to the stark uniformity of the surrounding area there wasn't much else to look at anyways, so he didn't feel particularly bad for doing so. 

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our eighth installment! There will be no update on the 15th, so our next installment will come on the 22nd. Thank you for reading 💚Enjoy!

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x. Prelude

1. Indebted

2. Blood On Your Hands

3. Brush With Death

4. Come To Bed

5. Smells Like Snow

6. Hot Iron

7. Turnover

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, sexual acts between two consenting adults and graphic depictions of mental and physical duress. Stay safe!]

Tucking into his sleeping bag that night, this time on a wooden lean-to thatched with old pine boughs, his stomach full of a delicious meal, Karl knew he ought to be content.

Hell, he ought to be worn out from a day of socializing. 

But all he could focus on was your back. You had spread out your sleeping roll next to his once you returned from the bathhouse, wished him goodnight sleepily and then immediately nodded off. You were on the outside instead of him, which Karl wasn't enormously fond of, but he understood that you were just too exhausted to climb over him.

Your back was tantalizingly close. It was the only part of you not wholly engulfed by your sleeping bag. He already knew what the weave of your thermal shirt felt like, after last night-

Karl forced himself to roll onto his back, tearing his eyes away from you. Thinking about it too much felt…wrong, somehow, like he was about to get his wrist slapped. Or broken. The merciful Mother Miranda hadn't exactly spared the rod when it came to him. 

The man forced a quiet breath out through his nose, his fingers absently mapping the length of the scar on his lower lip. 

It was still immensely foreign for him to want something and not instantly indulge himself in it. Really, it was going against the nature of the beast! Karl felt a little fake over the whole thing, like he was expected to just…devour you. Swallow you whole and leave nothing but the bones. This slow approach…

Was there anything in life actually worth waiting for? Gods, it had always been such a mad dash ever since he had decided he wanted to kill Miranda. Karl hadn't thought about waiting for anything else in years upon years, his single-minded ambition serving him well in that pursuit. 

Karl glanced over at you again before he could stop himself. 

Yes. Was it being greedy if you wanted it too?

He barely refrained from groaning, the man jamming his knuckles against his eyes in frustration. Sleep didn't come easily for him that night.

So he was a little disgruntled when he was awoken again, well before dawn if the sky was anything to go by. However, his malcontent rapidly vanished as he heard you drowsily ask, "can I put your dick in my mouth?"

Heisenberg didn't even think about his reply, much to his dismay. The word rushed out of his mouth before he could register it. "Absolutely." He grunted, your hand immediately moving to rest on the plane of his hip. "Aren't you tired though?"

"A little," you admitted, yawning, "but I want to do this."

"Listen, I…last night was kind of a fluke for me." Karl warned you gruffly, his words slow to come. It hadn't even been a fluke, it had been an outright baffling turn of events for him to only come once. In the past, it had always taken him a short eternity, at least three orgasms before he was satisfied. Something about last night, something about you had to have been different. Maybe it was the fact that it had been so long for him. "If you start this, it's probably not going to be over for…well, a while. So you don't have t-"

"Shh." You mumbled, unzipping his pants. "I don't care. I'm not doing this to get it out of the way, Karl."

His misgivings quickly faded when you ran your tongue over the side of his dick, Karl hissing out a breath and groaning. You looked incredible with his dick in your mouth. Your eyes were heated and drowsy, your hair still a mess from sleep, slightly-chilled fingers wrapped around the base of his cock so you could engulf him in your mouth…incredible, he could at least admit to himself. Even if he didn't deserve it.

And he certainly didn't. 

"Get up here." He managed to say, patting his chest. 

You pulled your mouth away, squinting up at him. "Where?" You asked, your spit-slick palm still working his cock. 

Karl gritted his teeth; he had forgotten you couldn't really see in the dark. "Uh. On my face." He finally clarified awkwardly. "I want you to sit on my face, sugar." 

"Oh." You breathed. Something in your tone made Karl's dick twitch, which was very new. He'd never had anything like that happen.

Fuck, what the hell was the matter with him? One person showed a little interest and all of a sudden his body was screaming for them? It felt pitiful, but maybe it made sense. No one had ever wanted him before, they had always wanted what he could offer them. Karl hadn't exactly had his pick of bedfellows either, the man not overeager to lose his dick to one thing or another. 

Maybe this was normal.

However, he didn't really feel like dedicating any more thought to that particular issue, choosing instead to focus on you gingerly straddling his head. 

…

Morning found you wrapped around a slumbering Karl, the insides of your thighs still pleasantly sensitive from the rub of his facial hair. You groaned, stretching and then settling back into his arms for another minute or two. 

Your mind drifted back to you waking up in the middle of the night, the sudden impulse to offer a sexual favor, acting on said impulse and how gratifying Karl's response had been. Hell, he hadn't so much as taken a beat before he answered. Your jaw was a little stiff this morning, but to be fair, he had warned you and apologized for how long the act might take. He had also gotten you off as well, which was unexpected but appreciated.

In the cold daylight you grimaced at yourself, thinking everything over. It might not be…so bad, having someone around that, even while being emotionally unavailable, was physically attracted to you. The attention was nice. The way he looked at you was nice. You could live with an arrangement like this. The two of you cohabitating, occasionally sleeping together, but without the mess of a relationship. 

It felt smart. Logical. A mutually-beneficial endeavor.

You nodded, your mind made up, and with that settled you moved to retrieve your discarded leggings from the base of your sleeping bag. The town campground had the rare luxury of bathrooms with running water and you intended to take full advantage of them once more. Any time you could bathe without having to lug or heat the water yourself was prized.

Upon your return from getting washed up for the day, Karl was just struggling out of the tangled mess of his sleeping bag. You took in the way he looked for a moment, catching yourself smiling at his disheveled appearance before he looked up with a scowl.

Seems like you may have tamed me.

"Thought you got eaten." He said unconvincingly, yawning midway through his sentence.

"Well, you certainly made a valiant attempt at doing so last night." You shot back, snickering at his momentary confusion. Whatever his hangup had been, it seemed that the casual nature of your most recent offer had been enough to dispel it. Heisenberg actually laughed once he realized what you were getting at, the sound refreshing in its honesty. 

"You know how I am, always ravenous." He teased with a wink, beginning to messily roll up his bedding. "At least you let me sleep for a few hours-"

"'Let' you, oh my God you're so dramatic."

Continuing to banter back and forth, the two of you broke down camp for the morning and got everything packed back up. As usual, you were returning to Emil's to pick up the supplies that you had secured the previous day, and from there it was back on the trail. 

Karl seemed to be in high spirits this morning, the man carrying on a lively, one-sided conversation with a glowering Emil while he effortlessly loaded the sled with bags of flour and sugar. Emil had always helped you in the past, so it was a bit humorous to see how put-out the elderly man was over Karl's assistance. 

"Take care of yourself, little one." Emil said before you departed, his brows furrowed in a serious expression. "We don't know what happened regarding the military presence at the reservoir and…" he paused, aiming a glare at the oblivious Karl. "Well, we don't know what we don't know, I suppose." He finished grudgingly.

"Thanks for looking out for me." You grinned, making Emil reluctantly smile back. "I can handle myself, but I appreciate the concern."

Emil caught your arm as you turned to leave. "I…I am unsure of the validity of Marku's reports. Promise me you will be safe." He murmured. You nodded. His shoulders sagged, the elderly man clearly relieved. "Thank you for humoring me, little one."

…

"What's he to you, some kind of uncle?" Heisenberg finally asked after the two of you had crossed the town line (indicated by a metal sign so worn it was essentially illegible). "Seemed a little more concerned than the average butcher or baker."

You sighed, glancing over at him. "Emil worked with my relatives for a long time, like I said. He's basically watched me grow up, coming here every fall for years and years with my family."

Karl 'hmm'ed, still annoyed with how Emil had sullenly watched him, but at least now he understood why. "Guess I'll have to let it slide, then." He joked lightly. "The disrespect."

He didn't expect you to laugh. "Don't feel special, he's like that with everyone new. Just stick around and he'll warm up to you."

Stick around. Karl wasn't sure what to make of that. He busied himself adjusting the load on the sled, double-checking the straps wrapped around the bags of flour and brown sugar. 

Did you…want him to stick around? Did you want him to stay in your cabin even longer? 

Indebted.

Karl tossed his head, jamming his hat back down as the wind whipped through the trees. "I assume you know the way?" He called over the wind, smirking when you gestured downward with a deadpan expression at the rutted, snow-covered track. The runner marks from the sled were still visible as well, indicating where the two of you had passed by yesterday.

You both skied in silence for a long while, Karl absently watching your hips move back and forth beneath your snowsuit. Due to the stark uniformity of the surrounding area there wasn't much else to look at anyways, so he didn't feel particularly bad for doing so. 

Casual, maybe that's what you were interested in? A casual relationship, some sort of mutually beneficial arrangement. You didn't seem to feel strongly one way or another, always keeping your cards close to your chest. It was probably simpler to keep things casual anyway. 

You had mentioned Emil and Marku saying something about 'a military presence at the reservoir'. He could only assume it was Moreau's reservoir, especially after that hunched old shepherd had asked if he had any relation to the Heisenberg factory. 

You look familiar. 

Had the older generation in that town met his relatives? His father, maybe? A shudder ran down his spine at the thought. Unless his former family had been better at hiding their urges than he was, he doubted they had left a good impression. He had gotten his legendary temper somewhere, after all.

That particular train of thought steamed onward, souring Karl's mood into a black chasm of bitter half-memories. Family was such a loaded topic, but it really always had been. After his father had passed on (too bad, so sad), family was confusing at best and downright terrible at worst. He didn't have anyone. He never had, and if he'd had his way it would have stayed as such. The bastardization of siblings, of mother, would always make him writhe. Even at a young age, he knew better than to trust what that cult leader wanted to fill his mind with.

They were a means to an end, they always had been. Miranda prettying it up with family was just another tactic to keep them loyal, devoted, good little sheep in her flock. 

"You okay?" Karl started at the sound of your voice beside him, the man quickly turning. You had paused for a drink, your water bottle in hand while you raised an eyebrow at him.

Damn, he was parched. "Lost in thought." Heisenberg muttered. 

"Want to talk about-"

"No." He snapped, then cringed at the way your face briefly showed your hurt before you could hide it. "I uh, no. Sorry. This stuff is better off in my head." 

"Don't think too hard, okay? I can see the steam coming out of your ears." You retorted snidely. 

Karl gave you a hollow grin, taking a healthy sip from his own bottle. "What can I say? I'm a machine of industry."

…

You may as well have been alone for all that your companion offered to the trek in terms of conversation. He trundled along behind you silently, the sled rails crunching through the icy top of the snow under their heavy burden. Nearly two hundred pounds of flour and sugar, never mind the other, less bulky items you had picked up. Your own backpack was carefully loaded to the brim, full of small essentials that would make your winter bearable. It was always important to find ways to stave off the boredom during the cold months, where it seemed like the entire world was hibernating except for you. 

The two of you walked well into the afternoon to reach the lean-to, choosing to eat lunch on the road as opposed to stopping. You found that often if you had a fully-loaded pack, stopping and starting back up again was more difficult than just continuing to plod forward. Karl didn't seem to mind one way or another, the man having no issue with keeping the even pace.

Upon reaching the lean-to, you took in the copious tracks through the snow around the area. Wolf prints criss-crossed over yours and Karl's, and at the outskirts of the clearing was the meandering trail of a solitary bear. You whistled at the sight of that, a little concerned. The lean-to was only about three feet off the ground; a normal-sized brown bear would be able to crawl into it on top of you and Karl and you doubted it would be overly thrilled with your company.

"What the hell? That big bitch ought to be in hibernation." Karl grumbled as he came up alongside you, the man placing a boot firmly in the middle of a pawprint. 

"Late bloomer, I guess." You shrugged, sighing. "I usually don't get much sleep on the return trip anyway. Too much food and the smells attract the wildlife." 

"Sugar, I'm here." Karl thumped himself on the chest, making you snort. "If that bear wants to pick a fight, I'll go mano a mano with it. I do not give a shit."

"I mean you're a bit better suited to the challenge than the average person, what with your ability to make metal listen to you." You pointed out. "The rest of us normies would have a real rough time, especially without a gun." Heisenberg's scoff of derision at that was almost deafening, startling another snicker out of you. "Forgive me, Lord Heisenberg." You teased.

"Don't call me that." His tone dropped to a low growl, entirely lacking in humor. You gave him a confused look and he groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Look, I…I just don't want to think about that shit right now," he continued quietly. 

"Okay." Christ, you felt awkward. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Karl glanced around, then set off in a random direction. You watched him go, worried until he bent to scoop up a few twigs from beneath a tree. The relief that washed over you was…odd, so you staunchly ignored it by beginning to mound up the ashes in the fire pit. 

Scraping the char off to the sides, you worked to separate out the half-burned sticks from the rest of the ash so that you could build the fire properly. A few moments of digging around later and you had a decent pile of kindling, using your knife to splinter the burnt branches into a more useful size. The act was meditative, helping you to turn off the part of you that so desperately wanted to think about Karl, about his past, about…

You shook your head, frustrated at yourself. Now wasn't the time for this! You needed to get the fire going before you lost daylight. That was the priority.

Karl dumped an armful of branches onto the ground beside the half barrel, his eyes distant and reply vague when you thanked him. Clearly he too was thinking hard. He began methodically snapping branches in half, breaking them down into a more manageable size while you continued to carefully stack the kindling. When you finally slipped a match in between the twigs and splinters, you were relieved by how quickly the flames caught. Sometimes it was a little touch and go!

"What's on the menu, sugar?" Heisenberg asked, opening the flap of his pack and then looking at you expectantly. 

"Well, we've got the leftovers from last night's dinner." You had packed the two cardboard takeaway containers (with plastic cutlery, what luxuries!) into the outside of your pack to keep them cold, so you directed him to where they were. "We also have the last of the preserves, at least until we get home, and the bread."

"Save that for the morning, we can make toast." Karl reasoned and you nodded in agreement. 

The two takeout containers were soon splayed open, Heisenberg offering you a bite of his cheese pie in exchange for one of the cabbage rolls you had saved. The two of you took turns warming your ramshackle dinner over the fire, Karl having fashioned a sort of long fork out of a section of metal from the top of the barrel in order to facilitate the process. 

"Granted, I could just stick my hand into the fire, but I don't feel like healing third degree burns tonight." Karl waved his fingers well above the flames in a joking manner.

"Does anything actually hurt you?" You asked curiously, kicking yourself when his expression darkened immediately. 

"Shit hurts me like it hurts everyone else." Heisenberg responded stiffly. "I've still got nerve endings. They're a little fried, but there." 

"Sorry, I'm really putting my foot in my mouth tonight." You tried to apologize but he waved it off.

"You're allowed to be curious, sugar. If I didn't want to answer, I wouldn't." 

"Yeah but I'm not owed information. I'm just nosy, I guess. Don't feel like you have to answer things just because I ask them." At that, you were pleased to see the tension in his shoulders ease somewhat. You wondered if he had felt like he had to answer you, even if it made him uncomfortable. 

"Thanks," was his eventual reply, and the two of you lapsed into a companionable silence while you finished dinner.

…

Heisenberg woke to a fresh dusting of snow on the ground, your face buried in his chest and frost coating his eyebrows. He grumbled, rubbing the heel of his palm back and forth to dislodge the icy remains on his forehead. Drowsy eyes traveled to the two packs that he had hoisted high up into a nearby tree, the man relieved to see them still hanging unscathed. There were also no fresh tracks in the snow that he could see from his reclined position, another good sign.

It had been a quiet night, then. That was a relief. Karl had been concerned about a possible scuffle in the night, either with local wildlife or old friends, but it seemed his fears had been unfounded.

"Time to wake up, sugar." Karl murmured, rubbing your back. "Home tonight, if all goes well."

"Mhm," you hummed, pressing an absent kiss to the underside of his jaw before you rolled upright and stretched. A wide yawn quickly turned into violent shivering and you rushed to wrap yourself up in your sleeping bag. "Shit it's cold, damn." You grumbled, grabbing the ski suit you had tucked into the foot last night and wriggling the legs of it up over your base layer. 

Karl, still a little confused from your kiss, just slid out of the lean-to after donning his boots. He almost welcomed the cold, it was bracing in a way. Grounding. Don't think about it.

"Bread should be in your pack, close to the top." You called when he moved to lower the two hanging bags from their lofty perch. 

"Got it." Karl replied, slinging both packs over his shoulder so they didn't end up in the fresh powder on the ground. After setting the backpacks down in the lean-to, he quickly located the wrapped loaf of bread and handed it off to you, chuckling as you ripped the heel off the loaf and shoved it into your mouth. "Hungry this morning?"

You nodded, struggling to swallow momentarily. "It's tough, I feel like I'm always hungrier after other people's cooking." You admitted. 

"Alright, well, let's get breakfast going before you eat the whole damn loaf." Don't think about it.

But gods, it was difficult. He coaxed the fire back to life and you toasted half the loaf in one go, your eyes so intent on the task it was nearly comical. Then came the last of the preserves you had brought, a little crystalline from being at the bottom of the jar but no less delicious. Karl got a little of the sticky substance in his mustache and you noticed it before he did, the man not realizing until you were wiping it clean with a soft laugh. "You always eat so fast! Nobody's going to take it from you, I promise."

Don't think about it, Karl reminded himself sternly on the trail later that day, finding his eyes wandering to your hips once more. Don't think about it, damn it all. 

Things could be simple. He didn't need to ruin it by thinking about it, like he had done with everything else in his life. He could be happy like this, actually happy. So why the hell did he feel the need to think and subsequently shred his chances of existing peacefully? 

You ruin everything you touch.

Heisenberg set his jaw tight enough to feel the ticking of his muscles. It felt too inevitable, too sinisterly obvious. He was going to do something to ruin this for himself. Maybe he already had set it in motion. He had put his hands on you, had touched you freely, and–

Don't think about it.

What more could he do, though? Without his title, without the want for his title, all he had now was worry, concern, and doubt. His closest friends throughout his life, crowding in once again to drown him with the ceaseless loop of regret. Not remorse, mind, Karl didn't believe remorse was a thing he could feel, but he could understand that he had done monstrous things and justified them in the name of taking down Miranda. Where his 'siblings' had treated their endeavors as the greater good, Heisenberg knew damn well that his goals were nothing so glamorous. 

You ruin everything you touch. 

His vision blurred and Heisenberg chose to stare at the ground for a very, very long time, focusing on his skis retreading the tracks from your own. Behind him the sled full of supplies continued to be pulled along, the runners carving deeper into the snow than either you or Karl's skis. While he was intent on this particular task the man made his most valiant effort yet to entirely turn his brain off and, to his relief, it seemed to work for a little while. No thinking about what he had done, no fear about what he might do. Just one foot in front of the other, over and over again until the two of you reached more familiar woodlands.

Home.

That jolted him out of his thoughtless respite, much to his dismay. It wasn't his home, his home was some mold-ridden hellpit and he knew that. No matter how far he strayed, no matter how much he tried to ignore or forget, that factory was his home. The village was his home, with its sullen gray skies and the taste of rust perpetually in his mouth. 

You skied back to him, a smile on your face. Clearly you had noticed his flagging pace. "Almost home, Karl! Only a little further. You need a break? Snack?"

Home. 

Karl gritted his teeth until they creaked under the pressure, uncertain if the taste of iron was from phantom rust or if he had just cracked a tooth. He forced himself to ease his posture, willed his jaw to loosen, and opened his mouth. "I'd like a snack, yeah. I'm starving." He confessed unexpectedly, the actual response he had intended to give being 'no let's just get this done'.

"You got it!" Slinging your pack around, you dug through until you seized another cardboard takeaway container. "From Rache, Marku's wife. She gave us some donuts. Or, wait no, they're called papanasi I think."

Papanasi. Karl's mind latched onto the familiar word just as hungrily as his hands latched onto the fried good. It returned something to him, in a strange way. A memory, or maybe a dream of a memory: someone handing a small, hungry child a warm treat. 

Was he crying? Heisenberg cringed, trying to turn away so that you wouldn't see him wipe his eyes. He still flinched when you caught his arm but instead of berating him (or whatever the hell else he had been expecting), you simply used the end of your scarf to scrub at his cheek. 

"There! You had a little smudge." You smiled at him and Karl managed to muster up a watery twitch of his lips in return, the man rushing to cram the rest of the treat into his mouth to save him from engaging in some form of conversation.

Home. 

Part Nine

#karl heisenberg #lord karl heisenberg #eventual romance #fix it fic #au #resident evil #re 8 #re 8 village #resident evil village #resident evil karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg imagine #re 8 karl heisenberg #slow burn #MAX HELP ME I'M FEELING

[smartycvnt]

Work Song

Title: Work Song

Pairing: Mother Miranda x Reader

Word Count: 862

Miranda didn't know how long she had been wandering around for. She had laid Eva to rest, and then just started walking. She couldn't return back to Britian, back to the husband who didn't believe she could be a mother and work at the same time. He had been correct, and in bringing Eva with her, she had exposed her daughter to the sickness that killed her. Miranda couldn't go back to her old life, all she could do was hope that something killed her in this one.

The trees that had surrounded her began to lessen as she continued on her path. Her legs felt weak from the hours and hours of walking that she had been doing. Miranda stumbled over a tree root and tumbled down a hill. She laid there on the ground groaning in pain with her eyes closed. Everything hurt, both mentally and physically, and Miranda began to pray that it would be the end of her.

Miranda woke hours later surrounded by an unfamiliar warmth. It wasn't hot or uncomfortable enough to be the flames of Hell. Miranda feared to open her eyes only to see that her prayers of death had gone unanswered. She just squeezed her eyes shut and waited for the sweet relief of death to catch up with her. She didn't deserve life anymore, so she would lay there and wait until something came for her.

"Shh, it's okay," an unfamiliar voice soothed her. Miranda hadn't even noticed her whimpering, but the voice didn't seem bothered or surprised by it. Miranda felt a gentle touch on her forehead as a wet cloth was replaced. There was a moment where Miranda felt the stranger watching her before they eventually got up to leave. Miranda let the footsteps nearly disappear before she spoke up.

"Why won't you let me die?" Miranda asked. She wasn't sure if she had expected an answer or not at first, but the silence was jarring. Miranda heard the footsteps completely disappear a few moments later. Now stuck in silence and solitude, Miranda drifted off back to sleep with the hope of never waking up again. She wanted to be reunited with her baby.

"Get up. You need to eat," the stranger said as she nudged Miranda awake. Miranda's eyes were forced open by the sudden intrusion. She looked around the room before her eyes landed on the woman sitting at the end of the bed. "Come on, sit up now."

"Why didn't you just leave me out there?" Miranda asked as she complied.

"If I told you, you'd call me crazy. Just, accept this kindness and remember it. My name is Y/n." Miranda nodded as she accepted the offered bowl of soup. Y/n smiled as she watched Miranda take the first few sips of the broth. "Now, what were you doing out in the woods so late at night? Don't you know what's out there?"

"Enlighten me," Miranda said.

"Something rumbles in the caves, and it changes people. They say it can mark you with death, it's what happened to me. You can hear the dead speak through it," Y/n warned. Miranda's eyes lit up at the thought of being able to speak with Eva through whatever was in the caves. It was superstitous and scientifically impossible, but Miranda was desperate. "Most who go down to the caves are consumed by the beast."

"If I cannot have my reunion in life, then I will happily accept it in death," Miranda said. Y/n's face fell at the stranger's words.

"You cannot die, I have saved you for a reason. The caves, they call for you, but you are not ready yet. It is my job to make sure that you are. You can save us all if you can control the spread of the beast. It has begun marking the crops and livestock. It tempts even the most holy of the village." Y/n seemed genuinely fearful as she spoke about the beast in the caves. The logical part of Miranda's brain started to think of things that could be causing the scare.

"This beast, is it an animal?" Miranda asked. Y/n shook her head and pulled a cloth out from a little pouch at her side. She let the cloth fall open as she presented it to Miranda. Miranda gingerly reached out towards what looked like a piece of fungus.

A voice in the back of Miranda's head started calling out to her to touch and consume it. Miranda wanted it to be a part of her, which was dangerous. Miranda let her fingers graze over the top of it, and the fungus left dark marks on her fingers. Y/n watched with a morbid curiosity, never having seen the beast mark anybody like that before.

"Take me to the caves in the morning. This is what I need." Y/n quickly closed the cloth and hastily exited the room. The dead look behind Miranda's eyes had been replaced by something fanatical and driven. Y/n now feared that she had created a monster, one that would be the undoing of all of them.

#one shot #my writing #resident evil x reader #resident evil #mother miranda x reader #mother miranda

[bloodgulchblog]

Thanks for answering my ask! You just made me realize how interesting Halsey. I mean I always knew she was a complex character but I haven’t really read the founding halo books since middle school(?). Anyway you have now have me utterly fascinated with her and know I must consume all content relating to her (that’s written by nyland). Sooo thanks for that! Also the scene spartan ops where she learns John’s alive is the scene that has stuck with me the longest from that mode, that followed by the prison break or the warthog run mission.

You're welcome! God, she breaks my heart now. (This ask answer just turned into a fresh outpouring of Halsey thoughts/feelings and I hope they are interesting.)

Halsey is one of the characters that I sat down and was like I need to understand what their deal is when I started really getting back into Halo. It's really easy to just hate her because, you know, she's the architect of horrible things happening to children. But especially once I started understanding the food chain of exploitation that goes on within ONI it was like oh my god. Then going back through the diary and being like wait, how old was she when the Carver findings were being discussed? How old was she when ONI started to court her?

You realize that Halsey was also so young, and they groomed her and manipulated her and preyed on her and built her in the image they found most useful. And by the time she wanted out, she was too far in and they basically held those kids hostage by threatening to hand the reins over to someone who wouldn't have cared about whether they suffered more than "necessary."

Halsey was their useful monster and had to figure out how to keep living with herself, justifying the monstrosity, and just throwing herself headlong into her work. I'm still struck by how the diary shows her feelings about Keyes, it's not in-your-face but augh. Catherine Halsey, terrifying science witch of ONI, cold and ambitious and condescending, and Jacob Keyes was a gentleman to her and trustworthy with secrets.

On a related note: Something I've thought about a lot with Halsey is that, on its face, her having Miranda does not make sense. ...But then if you turn it in your mind, suddenly it does. Halsey is a doctor in the deep space future, if she did not want to have a child she would not have a child. What did she want by that? It was obviously not to tie Keyes to her, they never married and only occasionally saw one another (even though it's obvious how much they mattered to one another.)

Rampant speculation: I don't have a canon answer to that question, but the timing (during Spartan-II) maybe speaks to Halsey wanting to prove something to herself about her own humanity vs monstrousness. Maybe, if she could raise a child well, it would prove that what she did to those other children was not the whole of her.

And in the end, her work for ONI devoured her and she did fail Miranda. She tried for six years, and in the end she sent Miranda to live with her father because she knew she was not a good mother to that child. Halsey missed Miranda and even though her daughter took after Keyes so much more than her, even though Miranda wanted nothing to do with her, we know that Halsey used what influence she had in the UNSC to try to protect Miranda from a dangerous frontline posting that could kill her.

Even though the whole My-Spartans-are-the-next-step-of-humanity thing is bullshit to me, there are some things about her late-canon characterization that do make sense to me.

Imagine how bitter it must feel, how alone she is. Halsey believed, truly believed, she was sacrificing herself to protect other people. Halsey believed that great ability came with the responsibility to spend herself for what she thought was a good cause. So she did, and now here she is: alone and hated, with nothing to show for it but regret and isolation and death while she has outlived almost everyone she ever cared for.

#asks #catherine halsey

[not-neverland06]

Could you write Yandere Karl Heisenberg headcanons? 👉👈

Karl Heisenberg & GN!reader A/N: This is my interpretation of Yandere. Which in and of itself is already dark, toxic, and not healthy. So, prepare yourself for something that’s not going to make you feel warm and fluffy inside 👍 (Thanks for the ask, love) CW: This is DARK, proceed with caution. Body horror, possessive behaviors, mention of abuse, toxic “relationship” dynamic, suicide, death In no way am I romanticizing this type of behavior, or condoning it. I’m just being realistic on how someone like him would be with this twisted sort of mindset, personally, I would never take this level of disrespect, I recommend you don’t either. DDDNE

Proper characterization is important to me, let me know if you think I got anything wrong, I welcome criticism ♥️

Karl Heisenberg Yandere HC’s:

First of all, with normal Karl, you’re going to need a lot of patience and compassion to deal with his grungy ass

With Yandere Karl, may the father, son, and the Holy Spirit save you because you’re effed up the wazoo

You could meet him a few different ways, but the most likely is you’re a villager. You’d probably been on your way to pay homage to the Lady Dimitrescu, and he’d just so happened to be heading to the Duke at the same time. 

Talk about bad luck. 

You think he’s charming, in a gruff sort of way. 

He’s blunt with his words in a way you can appreciate. You tire of having to filter yourself because of the way you are demanded to act in the village. He provides an outlet where you can finally be unfiltered. Unfortunately, you don’t seem to notice how much he loves you talking shit with him. 

He’s so used to the people in the village running from him or being meek and timid around him. It pisses him off and does nothing to excite him. 

You, however, are very very intriguing to him.

You’ve got a fiery spirit, he’d love to known how far he can push you before you ignite or extinguish.

You grow to like him, maybe even a little infatuated, and you think the other villagers were being unnecessarily cruel. 

You don’t realize they had good reasons for hiding their young and locking their doors when he’d deign to come down from his factory. 

You catch subtle quirks in his behavior. 

Growing a little tense or being abruptly rude to someone if you were talking to them instead of him. 

Doesn’t matter if they were a child or an elder, they’ll walk away crying once he’s done. 

And you want to admonish him, really, you do. But he has this strange look in his eyes that makes your tongue feel like dead weight in your mouth. Your jaw snaps shut and he’ll give you a tight smile before grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you off somwhere. 

Maybe you start to distance yourself from him. Finally start to notice the way no one in the village will even look at you anymore. How everyone sends a prayer to the Mother when you pass by, like an omen of death. 

Too. Fucking. Late. 

He’s locked on you, you’ve peaked his interest. And he’s had such little entertainment, he’s been so bored for so long. 

He’s helping you, anyway. He’ll tell you as he straps a cuff around your ankle. No one in the village would ever want you. You’d be a pariah for the rest of your life. You need him. 

His main goal in life is to overthrow Miranda

Nothing, I mean nothing gets between that. If you were to try and intervene you’d be severely punished, possibly even killed. Doling out death like that isn’t foreign to him. Look at what he does to the villagers of the town when he’s making his soldats. 

The effects of your death would only sink after the choice was made:

“Hey, buttercup!” Karl glanced up from his newest invention and frowned. By now you’d figured out to come the first time he called. He should already hear your footsteps trailing across the metal. “Kid!” He glanced over his shoulder, irritation brewing in his gut. His fists clenched, the tools in his hand bending slightly as he slammed them against his desk. You had about five fucking seconds before he got the chair back out for you. He was sure you would hate being strapped to that, again. 

He felt more disappointment than anything. He really thought you guys had gotten to a better place. One where you understood where your place in the world was. At his feet, obedient and willing. 

He went ahead and dragged the chair out of the closet, dusting flakes of blood off the arms and undoing the leather straps. He was sure the sight of it would be enough to whip you back into shape, but he had a lot more fun being hands on. “Now!” He shouted, voice echoing throughout the factory, and, still, you didn’t come. He didn’t worry anymore about you trying to leave, lycans and chains stopped that from happening. He wondered where you found the audacity to try and be even a little bit rebellious. 

Maybe it was the bottle of whiskey he downed last night. Or the fact that he hadn’t gotten any sleep for the last four nights that made him forget what happened only a few days ago. How you’d argued with him against pursuing Miranda. Stupidly tried to convince him to just leave the village with you, leave it all behind and be happy somewhere else. 

He’d been blinded by rage. So goddamn furious that you wouldn’t just shut the fuck up and listen to what he was trying to tell you. That no matter what, without Miranda dead, he would never be free. He’d lashed out with his powers, he’d only meant to send the gears on his desk flying at you. Rattle you up a bit. He’d completely forgotten about the metal collar strapped around your neck. 

Heisenberg reached out, powers trailing up the stairs and latching onto the familiar shape and feel of your collar. There was a loud thud as your body slipped from the bed and he frowned at the noise. Were you still asleep? He glanced at the chair, maybe he should give you a break. But… He wanted to have some fun, needed a release. He wouldn’t be too harsh on you this time. 

Slowly, you thud, thud, thudded  your way down the stairs. Heisenberg pulled and heard something like cloth dragging on concrete as you rounded the corner. His eyes widened and he felt the cold grip of realization latch onto him. Your body lay motionless on the ground. Hands curled up in rigid claws, eyes flattened and grey. Your skin was a completely different shade, no color at all left in your lips. Your skull was still split from where you’d slammed into the wall when he’d accidentally sent you flying. 

He’d just forgotten about it.

Assumed it was a nightmare and moved on. 

He sank down in his chair and stared unseeing at your corpse. 

You’d be buried, a spot Karl would always be able to see from his workstation. Your death would somehow be blamed on Miranda and you’d just be more motivation for his suicide mission. I’d like to say he would be negatively affected by it. But he’s good at compartmentalizing, a few days of mourning, and then he’d be back to his mission. Your name a distant memory always tickling the back of his skull. 

I imagine there’s a lot of underlying issues revolving around bodily autonomy given how Miranda took it away from him when he was infected with the cadou. And given how, sadly, more often than not, the victim perpetuates the cycle, that would be projected on you. 

If he managed enough self control around you not to kill you while he’s throwing a temper tantrum, you can bet your ass he’s keeping you alive longer than you want to be. 

In his mind, he’s been screwed and fucked over so often, that he’s not letting you hurt him too. He takes it as a personal offense that you age and get sick, because he doesn’t. Cadou took care of that. He’s got a long miserable life ahead of him. 

Well, congratulations! So do you!

You’ll wake up one morning, a strange feeling in your arm and feel disoriented:

You try to say his name, but your tongue is fuzzy and you can’t seem to string together a coherent thought. 

You blink slowly, vision fuzzing in and out of focus. “Hey,” you vaguely recognize his voice as he walks towards you. His hands are gentle, suspiciously so, as he cradles you. Slowly, like he’s afraid to hurt you, he props you up. You’re distantly bothered by the fact that you can’t really feel your right arm very well. 

But Karl rarely ever treats you so gently, so you’ll soak it up as much as you can now. Your head lolls slightly to the left and you give him  a groggy smile. Whatever he dosed you with was slowly losing its grasp on your consciousness and you could start to feel yourself becoming more cognizant. 

“Hungry?”

You shook your head, stomach turning as you smacked your lips. Your mouth felt like he’d vacuumed the moisture out of it. He chuckled, the kind sound rushing over you like a warm blanket. He disappeared for a moment before reappearing with a cup in his hands. You tilted your head back as he dribbled the water between your parted lips. 

He leaned forward and pressed chapped lips against your forehead and it’s only then that you started to feel uncomfortable. Why was he being so nice? What the fuck did he do to you while you were passed out? 

You could feel the telltale signs of a panic attack, the drugs doing little to subdue it now. Karl picked up on your rapid breathing, the way your pulse jumped under the loose hand he had around your neck. It’s only then you noticed the lack of collar. You reached up, hands feeling foreign against that patch of skin.

His head dropped and he landed a kiss against your lips this time. “Had to take it off, was getting in the way. Don’t worry, buttercup. You’ll like the upgrade.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks as your hands slid across your clavicle, the cold feeling of metal greeting you where skin was meant to be. You couldn’t help but sob when you traced the spot your arm used to be. A metal replacement in its spot instead. 

“And, had to fix that knee of yours up too. Don’t worry, no more popping.” He laughed, like it was all one big joke, and ripped the blanket off of you. If you hadn’t already let your mind slip away from reality, from the situation, you would have screamed when he showed you the metal limbs where warm flesh and bone should have been. 

You nearly threw up when you saw the cruel line of cauterization and blood where he’d fused metal and skin.

He’s quick to get pissed off and touchy about anything he’s passionate about

I don’t recommend criticizing anything to do with his plans on Mother Miranda, regardless of how much he cares for you, he will lash out. He’s cunning and extremely intelligent, he knows how to strike where it hurts. 

Were this normal Karl, not one completely hyped up on the powers of the cadou, eventually he would find his own backwards way to apologize. A well timed compliment, a metal flower inspired by your favorite bloom, a trip to the Duke’s. 

Yandere Karl will never see the error of his ways. In his mind, everything he does for you, to you, is for your own good. No one else is going to take care of you like he can. He can’t ever risk you leaving him. He’s got it embedded in his brain that if he lets you out of the factory Miranda will find you and she will steal you from him. 

You’ve slowly become less of a human and more of a coveted toy the longer he has you. 

Imagine the little kid on the playground that takes his ball home so no one else can play anymore. 

That’s him (you’re the ball)

No one will remember you existed. 

If you were a tourist, your ID, your wallet, anything that can be used to identify you is found on a corpse that burned up in a “car wreck.” The body was burnt beyond recognition, it had to just be assumed it was you, it was your car after all. And no one had ever found you…

If you live in the village, your family, your friends, anyone who ever looked at you with a lick of interest is dead. He kills your family because he doesn’t think they properly took care of you. I mean, for fuck’s sake, he got his hands on you. What else did they let others get away with?

No. No one who disregarded his “love” like that gets to live. 

The others are self explanatory. He’s possessive beyond a fault. Even normal, he doesn’t do sharing. No one else gets to enjoy the bright light of your personality. 

It’s for him and him alone. 

And, no, he doesn’t notice when that light dims. He doesn’t notice the lights go out behind your eyes and the vacant look you carry half the time. He just thinks you finally got used to your life here. 

There’s no reasoning with him. No trying to explain how you’re drowning in despair and one more goddamn minute in these shackles is going to make you end it all. 

You love being with him. You need him. Without him you would be dead in a ditch somewhere. 

We all know, without him, you’d be living your best damn life. 

But he doesn’t. 

He thinks, despite the torture and the training, you are happy. You’re safe. He’s providing for you, and showing you just how the world can be so you know that he’s the only one who will ever love you. Who else is going to put up with you?

Everyone comes to a breaking point, when you get to yours, you need to either be fast or the next weeks of your life are going to be the worst you’ve ever head. 

You successfully get away with a quick slit of a razor, or a noose made of bed sheets, congratulations (not). 

You don’t…

At first he doesn’t even know what to do. 

No one, fucking no one gets to take you away from him. 

Not even you.

It takes a few days to plan something, and the anticipation alone is enough to break you. He’s clever, cunning, and worst of all, really fucking creative. Your mind can’t even conjure up whatever horror he’s got planned for you. 

To your surprise, it’s not anything physical. 

He’s your only source of human contact, despite everything at this point you do need him to remain marginally sane. He knows that, he uses that.

You’re locked in a room, food given to you without a schedule so you lose track of time.

No windows, a leaky drip coming intermittently from the ceiling. He doesn’t speak, you just hear the scrape of metal and dart forward to scarf down your meal. A tasteless gruel that doesn’t do anything but sustain you. 

If Heisenberg hadn’t “updated” you, the drafty air and mildew would probably have finished you off a week ago. 

As it is, you can’t get sick anymore, you just lay there in your own filth and the filth that was there before you. 

Your mind slips and you’re practically feral by the time he lets you out. 

He’ll remold your thoughts, your brain, how you think, around him. Protect you from yourself, he says. 

No one gets to hurt you, not even you. 

It’s ironic how he’ll never realize the only person whose ever hurt you has been him. 

He’s not the type to hurt those who hurt you and keep you safely locked away in an ivory tower all warm and cozy.

He’ll break you and keep going, long past your shattering point. He keeps bending, twisting, and breaking you down until you’re nothing but dust under his boot and a barely there echo of who you used to be. 

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Resident Evil Village, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

#karl heisenberg x reader #resident evil x reader #Resident evil village x reader #heisenberg x reader #resident evil village #Karl heisenberg #this got away from me lol

[fantasy-relax]

Others MC after gaining knowledge of the loop without memories of the past routes but keeping the new ones if the loop restarts. : Having a panic attack about existence *did anything matter? Did my chooses have no weight? What about the other versions of me? I'm the original or just another countless version lost in time? *

Trying to found a way out of the loop.

My shithead Mc : haha nice, *make a list of things to do, some are just things that never have time to do other are either are dangerous or inmoral*

Having the time of their life.

The list (NSFW included)

Beat the shit out the Stans with a bat

Go to parties with Angie

Try skating with Dani

Take Elena to a party with angie/ beat the shit out of all the annoying patrons.

Try Cinder unholy creation of drink

Tell alcina that she is an humongous bitch with the maternal abilities of a coconut.

Burn alcina secret artsy room. (Blame someone else if possible if not laugh at her face and square up)

Kidnap Bela and Cassandra so they and Dani could have a sister day.(Threaten to burn down the theater and the student council)

Tell Cassandra how a bitch she have been with her sisters.

Make Bela ditch her student council responsibilities. (kidnapping is in the table)

Try every single club

Steal a car

Steal all the technology that you always wanted.

Vandalism in all the walls of the school

Be gentleman with Cassandra and court her. Show support and help her to sleep more.

Kill the Stans the fuckers deserve it

Tell alcina that good parents keep their children away from dangerous cults, you stupid bitch. Burn alcina art room again

Help Bela so she can rest more.

Help Bela get back her heart what the fuck is going on here?

Hang out with Daniela and tell her that she is amazing and deserving of love.

Help Daniela break her curse, again what the fuck is wrong with alcina.

Pass time with alcina to know what the fuck is wrong with her.

WHAT THE FUCK ALCINA.

Kidnap that annoying pink head bitch and Burn alcina art room, with her inside.

Give some gifts to Daniela as apology for fucking her Mom in the past loop.

Hang out more with Angie to recover sanity.

Flirt with Angie aunt.

Beat the shit out of the annoying patrons of the flower shop.

Discover the killer. Okay, what the fuck is going on this school.

Flirt with donna, she kill you to protect Angie so try to forgive her.

Date donna, she is cute. Do your best to make her happy. Forgive her

Fuck her brains out, make her your precious doll. Now you can forgive her.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE HEADMISTRESS DOING

Investigate Miranda

Be patient

Tear up her clothes, throw all the shit in her desk and Fuck her hard on the motherfucking desk until she is crying and then fuck her more. Run away from the scene

High Five mia in your way out.

Hide and hang out with Mia. Dumb ways to die so many dumb ways to die.

Avoid the headmistress.

See if you can convince (NSFW) :

Bela of fucking in the study council room. Treat her like a horny whore hiding behind the miss perfect mask. Praise her too. Make her cockwarm while she is working, edging her and the fuck her until she is overstimulated.

Donna of fucking In the front of her flower shop. Put her above the counter were anyone could see her come like a dirty whore, under the counter eating her out while she try to tell the clients that whatever they want will be deliver it tomorrow.

Run away from the school. TO THE HELL WITH EVERYTHING

Use Miranda as a fuck doll/ cumslut because she is the cause of everything. She wants you? Fine let's see if she can handle it.

Make know to all the student body that their headmistress is just a whore. Shame her, forget all about the rules for bdsm, forget about your morals. Be the worst version of you every time she triggers the loop.

Go to cat café.

Convince Daniela of burning down her mother art room. It will be cathartic. Angie can tag in too.

#Resident lover #donna beneviento #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #cassandra dimitrescu #My work #My shithead mc

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil's Den

Chapter 44: In Which The Daylight Has Dawned Pt. 2

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

The weight in the air wasn't so much heavy as it was palpable. 

Alcina had done it.

Mother Miranda was dead.

To those who had stood behind, supported, and were loyal to Alcina, this was a pivotal moment. They had seen what had taken place in the city hall. They had heard the words of Mother Miranda, seen her display of power, and battled with her very own minions she had brought to take over the city. To them, this was a most grand and rewarding moment.

To those who had not been on Alcina's side, who had never fully supported or liked her, this was a moment drenched in perplexity. To their dismay she had proven her strength and resilience. Her fortitude. Her unwavering loyalty to the underground and all those in it; including those opposed to her.

This historical event would reverberate through every vampire sect that existed, on this continent and every other. To kill ones' own kind was heavily frowned upon, and in some places condemned by death. To challenge a rival to the end was done only in the most unavoidable circumstances. But, vampire and lycan alike were a species of keep what you kill, regardless of the terms in which it was done.

Mother Miranda had been slain, and Alcina, by right of the vampire way, was unchallenged and unmatched. There would be no faltering now; she must make good of her actions.

This fateful moment, dizzyingly silent, was finally broken as Karl Heisenberg, overcome by his pride for Alcina began to howl.

He had stepped forward from his place in the circle, tilted his head to the ceiling and bellowed his cry of subservience.

Every lycan from all around could be heard joining their leader in his howl; expressing their congratulations to their leaders reign that wouldn't be coming to an end any time soon. 

Alcina had shaken herself fully from her blood-rage and couldn't help but snicker at their unabashed, and loud, display. She chucked the halves of Miranda's skull towards her dead body and turned to face her people. She expected half to be in scowls, but to her surprise they were not. For the first time she can recall in her reign, everyone bore nothing less than a look of approval. Except two.

She found her daughters on the front lines in the crowd to her right, and with them was Mia and and a now conscious Ethan; on their knees held against their will with sickles protruding from their shoulders. Now there were the looks of pure detest. Alcina grinned widely.

The howling came to an end and Alcina straightened her shoulders, making herself even taller and more striking than you thought imaginable. She was covered in dried blood, looking the perfect part of a conqueror after a great war. It made you weak in the knees.

"My kin..." she stated firmly, "this is the start of a new age. No concern will go unheard. I will convene with the council promptly. Anyone who is injured, please get yourselves to the medical bay at once. I will send word to our medical staff to be present immediately. The city... has suffered much damage, this must be addressed; I will have scouts dispersed to notate every area affected. And our new... guests," she motioned warily to the mutants that were still lingering unmoved, "will be dealt with - please leave them be for now. There is much to discuss going forward. Please, keep your eyes open for anything we may miss. Come prepared to City Hall when the gathering date and time is announced. I wish to hear and speak with any who have something to say. Now, let me, your military, and council get to work. Go rest and wait for word."

With much murmuring and scuffling, vampires and lycans that weren't immediate in ranks went off, weaving through the mindless droned mutants that were standing littered like mannequins in the streets.

You noticed through the commotion some familiar faces coming in; Karl, Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela, while you were turning your attention to your crows who'd gathered once more at your feet.

"Listen," you said with a smile as you knelt down to them, "I don't know how you got in here but you should get home... I hope you all understand how grateful I am to you. I promised you all the croissants and I wholeheartedly mean that," you grinned, "I'll see you guys up top soon, ok?"

They clearly understood you, giving you sharp nods and short coos before hopping up into flight and taking off in the air to a dark corridor on the bleak stone walls of the underground a long ways from you to the left. 

You sighed. What a fucking day. Er, night. Week, month? Reality was still feeling pretty foreign for you at this moment.

Suddenly you felt a gentle arm wrap around your back and there beside you was Donna.

"You and I have a lot to talk about," she smiled at you, "I do look forward to getting to meet you properly, now that what could have been vampire Armageddon is over."

A short guffaw escaped you as she ushered you slowly with her over to the gathering of people whom you all thankfully recognized.

"HOOWEE!" Karl burst, basically trotting over to the group, "What a fun fucking time! Goddamn! Haven't had that much action since you and I went to dukes, eh? Miss new Queen of the Underworld!"

Alcina took very little joy in his elbowing of her arm from him, but she was unable to reply before he went off on another path entirely.

Karl jolted over to where Miranda's jaw had been displaced from her face and discarded to the ground, grabbing it with utter glee, "you don't want this, right? Like, you don't need it? Can I have it? I'd really like it - I'll just - I'll just take this, I'ma take this - I need it for reasons and stuff."

Alcina already had her face buried in a palm by the time Karl was pocketing the jaw and rejoining the group.

"Mother?" Daniela asked brightly, tugging her prisoner over with no remorse, "What would you like us to do with these two? And for your information they bled all over the manor... like, all over."

Daniela's wicked smirk made Alcina chuckle, "did they, now?" She asked rhetorically as she reached for her daughter and kissed her forehead, "Well, we shall add that to the list of offenses they will face in their trial," she straightened her spine as she peered with a scowl down at Ethan and Mia and took a deep, nonchalant breath, "take them to Dmitri. I want them in a holding cell with full security. Tell him I sent you."

"Understood, mama!"

Alcina beckoned each of her girls to come closer as she took them into a strong embrace and kissed the top of their heads, "my darlings, I'm so proud of you. When you deliver them to Dmitri, tell him I require he and Sylvia's presence at the council meeting, as I will of all of you. We have so much to do and in a short amount of time."

"Yes, mother," the three answered in tandem and set off, dragging the two offenders with them.

Your attention was now occupied by Angie and Karl, who were in deep conversation about what other parts of Mother Miranda's body they should hang onto; hands maybe, or the two halves of her skull; for decoration purposes and future warning. Something foreboding, of course. You giggled as Angie made a compelling argument about how the skull pieces would make for an excellent talking piece hanging on the front of City Hall; blonde hair drenched in blood and all.

It was around that time Alcina had caught onto the conversation and stepped in.

"Her body is going to the sun tower." She enunciated sharply.

Angie dropped her shoulders, "aww, c'mon. All of it???" she whined, "I really think you're missing out on an opportunity here. Can't I get a memento, too?"

Alcina gave Karl a very long drawn stare accompanied by a slow blink, the pursing of her lips and hand on her hip telling more than she needed to say, "see what you start?"

Karl shrugged dramatically, "pookie has a good point!" He nodded to Angie, "there are occasions for important mementos and I highly agree this is one of them."

Pinching the bridge of her nose exasperatedly, Alcina waved that same hand in the air and turned on her heel, "just - fine - whatever. But you both make damn sure the rest of her body is sealed up in a sun tower never to be opened again, do I make myself clear?"

She didn't actually wait for a response. She'd send Dmitri to check on it later. For the time being she really desired to change into some clothes that weren't shredded or drenched in blood before she met with the council.

As Alcina approached you and Donna, she took a deep breath and smiled, "Donna, will you please round up the council members? I'm heading to the council hall now."

"Of course," Donne nodded, "but, wouldn't you like to change first?" she inquired looking up and down Alcina's blood stained, tattered clothing.

A small pause passed but Alcina's smile only grew in size at her friend, "absolutely not."

"Georg was lost in the battle, I regret to report, and Clarice is in the medical bay," Donna went relayed to the group, "but we aren't lost on members as it stands right now."

She was right; the room was quite full.

As it was currently, everyone, plus some outside the council, were present: Alcina, you, Donna, Angie, Karl, Mitch, Dmitri, Gerard, Mateo, Elina, Sylvia, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Vincent, Brutus, and Salvatore were here to discuss the myriad of things on their large proverbial plate.

You could not have felt more out of place.

"My Lady," Donna began again, "where would you like to start?"

Alcina lit a loose cigarette and you did everything you could to hide how fucking sexy that was. Not that you really found smoking all that attractive, but goddammit everything that woman did dripped with finesse and sex-appeal.

A long cloud of smoke gathered in front of her and slowly began to dissipate into the air as she pondered, lifting her head Alcina leaned back into her chair with a face brimming with thought, "these mutants cluttering the city must be taken care of... Salvatore," she said with a hint of a bite, "your expertise on the matter would be much appreciated."

The air was crackling as all eyes turned to the man at the end of the left side of the table, his demeanor, as if it weren't small before, shrinking even further.

"Ah, y-yes, well, m-my Lady," he cleared his throat, "as I had explained earlier -"

"You explained only to the small group of us and I in the Eastern sun tower tunnel," she stated sharply, "please, indulge the rest of the room what you told us there."

Salvatore swallowed and cleared his throat once more, fixing his posture as he began his rickety tale.

Hearing it again didn't make it anymore digestible to you, it still provoked a grating anger and hatred to the woman who was quite dead, but that didn't take care of the problem that her experiments were still walking, or existing in limbo, freely all over the city.

"Since Mother Miranda no longer lives and breathes, they cannot function without the queen of their hive mind, to my knowledge at least."

Angie slapped her hands down on the stone table, "vampire Borg drones. I'll be goddamned - we're dealing with vampire - Borg - drones! Ok, so who's getting assimilated as the new Borg queen?" She asked dryly looking around at everyone, arms wide open as if asking for participants, "Eh? Anyone? Anyone? No takers for a creepy ass parasite to control a big freaky-deaky mutant army?" 

"Angela Beatrice Beneviento!" Donna barked.

"Awww man, she used my full name." Angie grumbled with a crumpled pout.

Karl was not hiding his cackle, "BEATRICE?!"

"You are SO not allowed to use that against me!" Angie shouted, "Karl Adalbert Heisenberg!"

"Oh - oh! That is the LAST time I trust you with a secret!"

Donna was trying to get back in the middle and restrain Karl and Angie from going to blows while everyone else in the room was looking back and forth between themselves, Alcina, Donna, the two bickering on opposite sides of the table, to you, Donna, and back to Alcina.

You were stunned and unsure entirely what to do. Your eyes, too, turned to Alcina, who you assumed in cases like this would be brutal and demanding of seriousness. But she was chuckling silently, a smirk not hidden on her face at all as she let out a long drag from her cigarette.

"Adalbert?" Alcina's voice spilled out with a drawl, stopping everything in its tracks.

Karl slunk back into his chair with a thin line that was once his mouth. Angie too, slowly slipped back in her chair, eyes wide and face going blank.

You could tell by everyone's facial expressions that this was definitely not how anyone had expected this to pan out. Whether that be the situation itself or Alcina's reaction was your utter best guess.

Her chuckle permeated the otherwise twistedly tight air and you watched and waited for what more would unfold.

"Salvatore," she said smoothly, segueing effortlessly, her face not nearly as cross as she knew everyone expected her to be, "you were saying?"

He rapid blinked and fought with his jaw to work properly, "uh-hh... well, they, uhm, they will be useless with direct order. They have no real mind of their own, Miranda made sure to this. Unless you can alter their genetic make-up, I'm afraid they are shells of living beings. That... was why she wanted your blood so badly." He finished, looking directly at you.

Your skin crawled at that statement.

"Mm," Alcina mused, taking the attention off you, "Sylvia, would your scientists be willing to work with ours to see if we may make heads or tails of Miranda's work to... I don't know, help these creatures in some way? While locking them all in the sun towers and ridding them of their simple existence would be easy... if we could bring them back to some kind of functioning people again, I'd like to try."

Sylvia stepped towards the crowded table and nodded, "absolutely, My Lady. And if it isn't out of line," she hesitated, focusing on you then back to Alcina, "depending what we find with her research, may we run tests with her blood?

Alcina's eyes narrowed quickly, "she has a name and a mind of her own," her visage now settling on you with a firm yet comforting way, "that choice is entirely yours, draga. Do not feel pressured for anything."

"Apologies," Sylvia back-peddled, "I meant no disrespect." She stated bowing her head to you with a hand over her abdomen.

"N-no, no it's alright," you finally voiced yourself in front of everyone, looking to Sylvia who met your gaze, "please let me think about it."

She nodded once more and swallowed, "of course, of course. I am General Sylvia Martel. If you need anything or have questions, do not hesitate to speak with me."

Her smile was warm and you introduced yourself back.

After the tension of that passed, Sylvia took a deep breath, "now, in the meantime, what would you like us to do with the mutants?"

"There is plenty of room in Miranda's secret lair, is there not?" Dmitri chimed in.

Salvatore nodded, "yes, plenty. It would get them out of the way."

"Good thinking Dmitri," Alcina took another drag, "Salvatore you will aid him and Sylvia with whatever they need, is that understood?"

"Yes, My Lady."

The conversation went into depth about the damage done to the structures of the city for at least half an hour. You were impressed by the workability of everyone present and by the sounds of it, they'd have everything repaired or rebuilt within four to five days. If only humans were this efficient. 

"And what about her?" Elina, the vampire who had remained pretty silent for the most part added smoothly.

The conversation was coming to a close on everything, but now all eyes turned to her in curiosity to the question.

Elina was motioning to you, her face void of malice or any emotion, really.

Once the confirmation was made, now everyone's vision flung to Alcina who had narrowed her eyes once again.

"What about her?" She countered sharply.

"Yeah, what about her?" Karl chimed in even sharper.

Elina took a breath and relaxed in her chair, "the vampires have already begun to talk. I realize she is not human, but she is also not one of us, a vampire or a lycan... I only assumed you would wish to know they're having opini -"

"Let them," Alcina stated briskly, "let them have their opinions. The fact of the matter is that she is an ally, and will now be a protected member of the underground. No harm is to become of her. Do I make myself quite clear?"

There was that uncomfortable silence again.

"You will all make that very clear. And while I'm at it, I would also make it clear that I am not taking advantage of my power; she is not a pet; she is not a commodity, nor a toy. She is a person all her own. A powerful one. If it still escapes anyone, allow me to elaborate, which I expect all of you to reiterate at great length when permitted; had it not been for her aid and magick - which she did not have to give, but did regardless completely unaware of the foe she faced - it is entirely likely I would be dead and you would all now be under the rule of that tyrant whose head I split in two, with her help. Yes, let them have their opinions, but make sure they're well informed ones. And... if this perceived problems persist, anyone is welcome to bring it up with me personally."

Everyone outside of the people you knew were already on your side began to nod and you breathed a short and quiet sigh of relief. Nothing like being put on the spot by a bunch of immortals in their own territory.

"Is there anything else?" Alcina asked coolly.

Not a word.

Cleary this concluded the meeting.

You remained in your seat one down from Alcina and waited patiently while everyone shuffled their way out of the room. Karl, Angie, and Donna made it a point to give you reassuring nods and smiles as they left, which was repaid with a beaming smile of your own; a silent thank you for everything.

And now it was you and Alcina in the disheveled room that was still full of Miranda's totes and things she was eagerly moving in.

Finally rising from the chair, you noticed Alcina had returned her focus to you after snuffing out her fourth cigarette in the black ashtray on the table.

She looked... intense. 

"Draga mea I don't want you to put an ounce of thought into what Elina said," she began as she beckoned you to her with palms outstretched, "no one will dare lay a finger on you. You are welcome here."

Your smile was soft but tired as you took her hands and she tugged you close, "I thought that was all very much against the rules, though."

"I make the rules now," she tilted her chin upwards, the dark dried spots and splatters of blood making her look increasingly menacing if you didn't know a thing about her, "you are my companion. You will walk freely here whenever and however long you desire... which, I hope... is for a long time."

Her smile coaxed the weariness in you out in full force and you fell into her, nuzzling your nose into her chest, eyes closed, arms tightly wrapped around her torso, "kinda crazy isn't it?" you mused mindlessly.

"Hm?"

"All of it."

Alcina grinned, stroking your hair, "mm, yes. I can only imagine it is ten fold for you, dragoste."

"Oh, by far," you wearily chuckled, "byyyy far, babe."

The moments didn't feel long enough, but she held you and you could feel the exhaustion really setting in. You'd been thriving on the adrenalin rush, and pure fight or flight for several hours, and now that you were all safe, that come down was searching for you with vigor.

Leaning back to steal a peak at the clock on the far wall, you released a heavy sigh at the time. After 2 PM. In truth you didn't know how much time you'd been lost down here, but you unfortunately had a life above ground that was very likely in dire need of your attention.

Alcina hummed once more, cupping your cheek to bring your eyes to hers, "talk to me."

You groaned softly, "I have no idea what day it is. My work may have called out a search party for me, or fired me," you laughed, "but as much as I... don't want to go back up there right now, I know I need to."

Her eyes grew slightly severe, the slate color edging on a somber darkness, "you are spent, draga. Must you go? Would you not stay and rest here before venturing out?" Her inquiry was stitched together with the knowing you did need to return to your life, and also the heavy desire to keep you close, for the sake of pure selfishness but also your safety, "My bed is large enough for the both of us..." Alcina smirked through her coo, intending to sweeten the deal, "and if you stay until nightfall, I will take you home myself."

Oh, damn her.

Really, she didn't need to try too hard to convince you to stay, but this was a deal far too good to pass up.

"You know what?" You grinned, "you make a very compelling offer... I think I'll have to accept."

That was exactly what she wanted to hear.

Alcina smiled brightly, "an excellent decision." 

Her kiss was languid and you let it linger for a thick moment before she was linking your arm in hers.

The manor was impressive beyond your wildest imagination. Alcina hadn't ever gone into great detail about it, but even what you had conjured in your mind didn't come close to how it actually looked.

It dripped class and sophistication. A perfect home for your vampire.

Her bedroom was your favorite spot so far, and not just for the obvious reasons. The white, red, and gold accents were a stark contrast from the rest of the house that matched her personality with perfection. That large four-poster bed was the only thing with black; those sheets and plush pillows looking all the more inviting as you looked around. Not to mention you'd kill for that closet space, to be honest. Plus the giant, lion-pawed bathtub? Yes please.

Whether it was the comfort of the room, the quietness of it, or the reverb of everything that had taken place in the last several hours, time did seem to slow and the two of you found yourselves looking at one another with great pause.

Yes. That had all really happened.

Alcina was the first to grab for you; wrapping one arm around your middle back, the other reaching to cup your face and study you like a fleeting sunset she wasn't ready to let go of.

Oh, the immensity of this was so much to take in.

You were here with her in the underworld; a place no human had been in decades. You aided her in the defeat of Mother Miranda; that blood-sucking leech, no pun intended, she never thought she'd be free of. You were powerful in your own right and quickly coming into your fae-hood; the possibilities for your future surely now endless. She could barely grasp it, and you, with any comprehension.

"How you've turned my world, you precious thing," she whispered, the softest most elegant expression gracing her face, "and how we've made it to this point, I..." her voice broke off, pulling you closer, resting her forehead against yours, "can hardly believe it's real."

Leaning into her wasn't hard at all; you could melt into this woman without question at any given time.

Closing your eyes and holding her tight, you nodded and smiled, "yeah, both our worlds got flipped upside-down, huh?"

Alcina pulled back ever so slowly and studied you again, her face turning just a little more somber, "you're alright; you're not hurt at all?"

You shook your head, "I'm fine, tired but fine... what about you?"

"Nothing time won't fix," she beamed, "your blood allowed me to heal very quickly during the fight, and endure much more than I probably would have alone."

"Plenty more where that came from, "you wiggled your eyebrows.

"Draga you are going to sleep. In my arms. As soon as I shower, that is." Alcina instructed firmly, "But, we can visit that offer later," she winked, "now let me find you something to wear."

She left you with a kiss and meandered to her closet, letting your curious eyes really take in your surroundings. You could get used to this place. Quickly. But, there was little energy for all of those thoughts as you felt yourself growing heavier and heavier. Waltzing slowly to Alcina's vanity, you let your finger trace her pearl handled hair brush and comb, eying the marble jewelry box, the ornateness of the wood around the mirror, and overall smiling at her fine things that you could tell were quite old. You loved it. Her room felt so comfortable, familiar even.

And then you caught her reflection in the mirror as she emerged from the closet.

"How this ended up in my closet baffles me, but," she said, walking to you with a warm smile, "I'm grateful as I don't think much of my things would fit you. Here," she offered the article to you, "this is an old nightgown of Bela's. She won't mind, I assure you."

It was a lovely navy blue satin thing; spaghetti straps, a cowl neck, and looked like it would rest just below your knee.

You took it a little warily but smiled up to Alcina and nodded, "if you're sure she won't mind... it's pretty."

Alcina hummed and leaned to press a kiss to your forehead, rubbing your arms lovingly as she grinned, "change and crawl into bed, I'll be there shortly."

You sighed.

When she returned from her shower, her hair was dried and nearly styled as she joined you in bed. She wore a slinky black nightgown much the same as yours but it hugged her in such a scrumptious fashion. If you weren't so tired, you would have exploited the slit up the side without remorse.

She turned out most of the lights aside from one small, dim lamp in the far corner from where the bed was, giving the room an ambiance of a fire-lit cabin. It was warm. Welcoming. Almost as beautiful as her.

Alcina lay facing you, and you her, taking the time, all the time in the world, to enjoy these quiet moments together.

Reaching out with a delicate hand, Alcina traced the side of your face while humming with contentment, "I must admit something to you, draga..." she said softly, memories wafting in like heavy smoke, "the night you fell into my life... when you went limp in my arms and slipped into the limbo abyss, I brought you here. To my bed. And I watched you for hours... I shouldn't have, but I couldn't let you go. I knew I had to, and I did, at least for a while," she laughed gently, "but... I admired you much like this once before. Though I must say, I like this better. I like you here, with me, in my home, in my world."

Oh. Wow.

The smile on your face couldn't be helped, "really? You little devil," you teased, "stealing me away? I can't believe you didn't tell me this until now."

"Well," she cast her eyes down briefly, "it's not something I'm necessarily proud of. I was terrified just as much as I was captivated by you. Bringing you back here was reckless and dangerous, for you and me but, you'd cast your spell on me whether I liked it or not. You struck me with such force... I hardly knew what to do with myself."

Vulnerability looked stunning on her.

You scooted closer to her and grasped her hand, "I'm glad I did whatever I did to snare you, then. I can't imagine living my life with the ghost of you forever; knowing in my core this was real, you were real, and you'd always be out of my reach."

Alcina took a deep breath and squeezed your hand, "perhaps fate never would have allowed me to stay away. I clearly couldn't." Her lips pulled into a tired smile.

"I'm happy you couldn't."

"Me too." She sighed, shifting in the bed and opening her arms for you.

As the two of you snuggled into each other, tiredness sunk into your bodies and swiftly carried you away. 

Alcina whispered an 'I love you' before you fully faded, smirking at your exhaustion drenched reply, took one more deep settling breath and finally, after far too many years to count, drifted off to sleep without a worry in the world.

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