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iri-2 · 4 months

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Rating: Mature

Category: F/F

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Relationship: Mother Miranda/Reader

Characters: Mother Miranda, Reader, Original Female Character

When you place your hand on your friend's bicep and gently massage it, Miranda's voice rings out, "Do you find that amusing?"

You see your friend losing consciousness on the ground while Miranda approaches, her ten wings spreading fiercely behind her, a noble demeanor constantly reminding you of who rules here.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mother Miranda." You stand frozen, feeling tension throughout your body, your heart pounding in the small chest compartment on your left.

"How dare you defy me!" Miranda says menacingly. Her wings morph, resembling less of crow's wings, now jointed and more like giant spider legs. They reach forward, pointed towards you like daggers.

This is the last image you see before the world turns black and white.

After adjusting to the dim environment, you feel a hand squeezing your neck, pinning you against a wall.

"How dare you do such things in front of me!" the owner of the hand roars. Your skin senses the golden claw patterns and coldness she still carries.

"I haven't done anything, Miranda." Your trachea is under her pressure, only a faint breath supporting your words. Your hands grip her forearms but make no attempt to resist her grasp.

" 'Haven't done anything?' So, you didn't flirt with that commoner, no physical contact whatsoever, hmm?" Miranda's "wings" form a cage around you.

"I was just having a friendly conversation with her." You brazenly argue with her.

"Is that how you 'friendly converse' with others? Why didn't I notice it before?" Her claw on the thumb slides over your major artery.

"Exactly. Why do you care so much?" The color in your lips fades, but your eyes stare defiantly at Miranda's dangerous blue eyes beneath the golden mask shadow, further infuriating her.

"You little..." She grits her teeth, her hand still tightly gripping your neck, lifting you off the ground. The back of your head hits the hard wall, the friction making it ache. "You know those who betray me never have a good ending."

"I don't care." You're nearing shock, but still refuse to plead.

"To let you die would be far too humane to you, don't you think?" Miranda's claws loosen a bit, but you're still suspended.

"What do you want, then?" With a bit of regained air, your voice is squeaking.

"You're busy, aren't you? Why take the time to deal with me?" You know that your reckless behavior has worked.

"Thanks to your helpful assistance, I've managed to finish my tasks these days. Now it's time to deal with you." Miranda releases her grip, letting you fall to the ground with a muffled groan, sitting there gasping for breath.

"Where am I?" You're still trapped in Miranda's cage, her surroundings still lacking color.

"You don't need to know. Whatever I do to you here, no one will know." Amusement creeps into Miranda's voice.

"Even if others find out you killed me, what's the harm, Mother Miranda?"

"Oh, you're aware of my title now?" Miranda looks down at you, making it clear you're just one of her subjects.

"Do what you want now. Kill me." You sit on the ground, legs bent, hands supporting your upper body.

"You know you don't want death, right? And you know I won't let you die, don't you?" Miranda leans down, her eyes behind the mask not completely friendly.

You know the risk of your behavior. But you've desired her for a long time, and you understand that getting what you want won't be easy. You're willing to take the risk. "Since you know what I want, why not just resolve it? My desires are inconsequential to you, even a bother."

"Do you think a mere human like you can bother me?" Miranda snorts.

"If you're not bothered, why were you watching me anywhere I went, appearing in my house, knocking out my friend, and trapping me in this nowhere?" Fearlessly, you lock eyes with Miranda above you.

Her lips twitch noticeably. You're sure she cares. Struggling to stand, your face boldly approaches the masked one, asking, "If I'm not a bother, why are you jealous?"

You hear Miranda inhale sharply, a squeezing sensation appearing on your body. "I feel ordinary punishment isn't enough for your audacity." Her wings, like a cocoon, ensnare you with her.

She lifts your chin with her index finger and says, "Since it is so, you need to pay the price for my jealousy."

"If I'm worth paying the price." You lift your right hand and gently lift Miranda's bird mask.

"Oh, you're done for." Her sparkling blue eyes don't match her sharp words, they gaze at you tenderly. But her pink lips remain tightly closed, seemingly unaccustomed to her face being so exposed in the air. Usually, only the dying can finally see her face that transcends everything, and you are one of the few who has seen her face and survived.

"Miranda, you are truly beautiful." You stare at her, eyes scanning every inch of her skin, looking at the black floral decoration on her collarbone.

"Little bird, your compliment isn't enough to lessen your faults." Miranda raises her hand to touch your face. Your face burns under her cold talons.

"So what do you want to do?" You wrap your arms around her waist, the fabric of her gown feeling so soft.

Her hand glides over your cheek, her wings opening gorgeously, rendering your view in various colors.

You recognize this place. It's her laboratory.

"So, this is your laboratory after all, and you were secretive about it," you point out her feigned mystery.

"Oh, did I disappoint you, little bird? Perhaps my bedroom would excite you more?" Miranda pulls you into a door you swear you've never seen in these past few years.

It's her bedroom. Quite ordinary, just like your own bedroom, except as many bookshelves.

Without letting you spend time admiring her bedroom, Miranda pushes you onto her bed. You remove her mask from your hand, and she also takes off her claws.

"Trying to provoke me by flirting with others, hmm? It's quite an offense." Miranda lifts your hands over your head with one hand.

Her other hand slides over your collarbone, the icy fingertips dancing in the hollow of your neck, and then she gently blows air there. Your breathing becomes heavy, "I know this is prohibited, Mother Miranda."

She lifts her head, and light blonde hair slides over your neck, tickling, just like your heart. You seek her lips, and then you find them approaching you willingly. Her lips are incredibly soft, and you effortlessly slide into them. Slowly opening her teeth, you insert your tongue, entwining it with hers. The faint coffee flavor reaches your tongue, a taste you're familiar with – the coffee you brew for both of you every morning. And it's the first time you've tasted it in her mouth.

Her hand slides down your collarbone, fumbling for your buttons and unbuttons them one by one, your shirt haphazardly covering your chest, and the exposed skin yearned for her touch.

Her lips temporarily detach from communication with you, sliding down your chin, your neck, and center of your collarbone, kissing every piece she reaches.The warm feeling follows the movement of her lips and slowly descends, before she rushes towards your legs.

She releases your hand, giving you the right to touch her. Your hand is inserted into her hair, gently scratching it, like caressing the head of a bird.

Miranda unties your bra. She spins her tongue around your breast peak, occasionally sucking, causing you to burst out a few moans, and the wetness between your legs becomes even stronger.

Her hand probes and removes the clothes from your lower body, immediately feeling your desire. "You're a little excited about my punishment, aren't you?" Miranda lifts her head between your legs, her eyes flickering with cunning.

"Mother Miranda, please..." You plead with her to continue teasing you.

"Now you're pleading, little bird? You'll get what you deserve." She brushes past the inside of your thighs intermittently, the fitful coldness making your core twitch. "Now, be patient."

Her hand gently scrapes against your waistline, and a tingling sensation spreads throughout your entire body, making your toes curling. Her lips slowly approach where you need her, then she extends her tongue, and lick the crumpled slit there. Now it's even wetter in your area. She grabs your thigh, with her tongue sliding on your clitoris, sucking on it like sucking on your nipple. The sound escaping from your mouth is louder. When she finds the most sensitive spot on your clit and sucks on it, you're grateful that she has told you no one would know what would happen between you two in this place.

She extends two fingers and lets them easily slide into your body, exploring your sensitive points inside. You provide more moisture for her to explore smoothly. "Little bird, are you too proactive?"

You don't want Miranda to stop her tongue movement just because she's talking. You use your hands to press Miranda's head towards your core. Her fingers touch inside your body and reach a special spot, making it impossible to control your moans even if you bite your lips, making you shout out her name. You worship your Mother Miranda in your way.

"Your voice is so pleasant, my songbird." Miranda manages to speak, her fingers twitching under you, sometimes slightly curve, scraping against your inner body.

She ravages your sensitive position arbitrarily, how can you not succumb to her recklessness. Your buttocks are tight, in a wave of dizziness, you reach orgasm.

"You're the only person I've been taking so long to deal with, little bird." Miranda kisses your lips again, gently.

"I have to say, your punishment has exhausted me. But I still want more." You hold Miranda and search for possible buttons or zippers on her priestly robe.

"Hmm? This isn't punishment for me, little bird," Miranda says, but she doesn't stop you from trying to take off her sacred clothes.

"You hurt me before." You touch your neck, thinking there are still her fingerprints there.

"Okay, then I'll give you a tit for tat? Is that enough for you, my little bird?"

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"Pretending to flirt with you?... Won't she kill me?" your friend asks you anxiously.

"Don't worry, she won't. I just want to see how she will react to this. I've been in her laboratory for so long, and I know she won't kill anyone casually," you have enough confidence to say these words. "Besides, even if she really has a murderous heart, she will come towards me. You don't do anything wrong, she can only let you sleep for a few hours at most." You apologetically suggest this possibility to your friend.

"Well, if it weren't for me owing you a huge favor, I won't do such a risky thing. Good luck to you," your friend says.

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urlocalmilfloverr · 5 months

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・Mother Miranda・Touch me

Summary ~ She accidentally snaps at you and well... Makes it up to you kind of

Warnings ~ Smut

Read more on ~ Wattpad or Ao3

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Miranda was working on her latest project in her lab and she specifically asked you not to interrupt her while working. Ever. So why were you about to walk into the forbidden terrain

Miranda stopped and jerked her head at the sound of quiet footsteps

"Donna? Alcina?" her voice was desperate - she was hoping it wasn't you "Darling, if that's you I'm going to be extremely disappointed"

"I'm sorry" you look down as you came into the light "It's just boring without you around" you frown

"What have I told you about coming down here?" she turned - her full attention on you "I can't be dealing with your stupidly clingy self today! I come down here to get away from you and here-" she stopped herself, the look of betrayal on your face made her heart break "My love I..."

"Don't worry" you gave a sad smile "I understand. I'll be upstairs if you need me" you left as fast as you could not wanting her to see the tears that had escaped your eyes

You awoke to the memory of last night - the ache in your heart made you want to just lie there and sulk but you shook it off and jumped off of the sofa, grabbing the nearest shirt, which happened to be Miranda's, and made your way to the kitchen

To your surprise, Miranda was already awake making herself some breakfast. She looked so effortlessly gorgeous in the morning sunlight

Stop

You internally slapped yourself out of your trance and did anything to take your mind off of the priestess

"Sweetheart I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said last night"

"It's whatever" your voice held a sarcastic undertone - making her glare into the back of your head

"Just listen to me"

"No, I don't think I want to" you looked at her and rolled your eyes

"I swear to the heavens Y/n" you moved away from her to leave the kitchen but she stopped you with her magic "Why are you wearing my fucking clothes?" but all you did was shrug - your anger evident in your features "Stop being difficult and get your ass back in here" she yelled. She took a hold of your wrist and dragged you to one of the counter tops "Sit" you obeyed "are you going to listen to me?"

"Depends"

"Oh you will my love" she laughed

"What makes you say that?"

"Because darling" she paused to send kisses up your neck "you won't get to cum" you frowned and tried to get even closer to her "take the shirt off. Now" the command made you shudder and obey immediately. Your breasts bounced as the shirt came over your head "good girl" her hands lightly caressed your hips while nibbling at the flesh of your neck - her hands stopped to pull you closer to her, the aggressiveness of her actions sending you over the edge "do you want me to continue my love?" she asked seriously

"Yes mommy" you gasped as her fingers hovered above your clothed pussy

"Tell me what you want" her nails scraped your inner thighs; your gasps making her leave marks

"I want you to touch me" the sentence came out as a whisper, your face heating up from frustration

"What was that darling?" she smirked

"Please" she swirled hard circles around your clothed bundle of nerves; her mouth sucked harshly against your neck. Her pace quickened making that knot in your stomach form

"Oh fuck Miranda" your head fell back "Miranda I-"

"I know sweetheart, I know" her pace got even faster - your hand gripping her forearm for support

"Please can I cum Mistress please" you moaned at her skilful actions

"Hmm~" she chucked "no" she pulled her fingers away and held your arms above your head

"Why?" you whined

"I still have stuff to do" she kissed your cheek "I'll see you tonight" she let you go and helped you off the counter "and don't even think about touching yourself while I'm working"

"Okay..."

"I'll deal with you when I'm done"

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ranchracoon · 3 months

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Feathers and Blood (Mother Miranda x Fem MC)

The roar of the market is deafening, people haggling the price of spices and garments while blissfully unaware of the secrets lurking further in. In the furthest part of the market is a stand set up at the back of a wagon, the table is lined with various exotic items and dried meats hang from the doors of the wagon. The man behind the table is short and stocky, his belly protrudes from underneath his shirt, the buttons strain to contain the rest. He hands a customer a green bottle with a green cross in the corner and DISIFECTANT in bold, black letters across the top. He takes the money from the customer then turns his attention to an approaching woman, he combs his hand through his hair that is oily enough to power a car.

The approaching woman is tall, taller than any average woman with platinum blonde hair and piercing gray eyes. She parts the crowd with her presence, people give her a wide berth and dare not glance her way. A wolf stalking through a herd of sheep, each one hoping another is chosen as this day’s sacrifice. The man flashes her a friendly smile despite her cold, calculating stare unwavering as she halts on the other side of the table. She pretends to examine the artifacts in front of her, picking up an object to look it over before tossing it aside back onto the table.

“Miranda, pleasure to see you as always. What-“

The woman silences him with a wave of her hand but she still doesn’t speak, instead she glares until she sees him swallow nervously. She cocks her head to one side, wrapping one arm around her torso and resting her other on top of it. A dark aura surrounds her, the other merchants bring their dull roars to a whisper, sparing glances at the poor man about to face his doom. They’ve seen her before, whispers of the things she has done, will do, and has yet to do navigate this market quicker than fire during dry season.

“Duke. Do you know why I am here?” The woman asks.

“Because I have all of your needs of course! Have I ever failed to deliver? Everything you want, everything you need, I can get. What is it today?”

“You could not be more incorrect, I am here in regards to my previous purchase. You said, and I quote, ‘the most potent substance out there. Untraceable, undetectable, and can bring down a fully grown, bull elephant with a single drop.’ Does that sound familiar?”

“Ah yes, the Tetrodotoxin I remember.”

“Quiet.” She orders, “that pathetic excuse for a toxin could not kill a newborn babe. I intended to kill you when I arrived but I concluded I would not be who I am if I was not fair; so, I’ll give you a chance to remedy your mistake, then decide if I’ll still kill you or not.”

The Duke’s eyes flash for a split second with fear, he knows she is true to her word. His eyes dart to the other stands but none of the sellers look his way, this is business as normal. There’s a reason this street is nick-named the ‘red-bricked road’; there was a time when the stone was pristine, but now sports a dingy, dulled, red from the copious amount of death it has witnessed. He swallows again and tries to think quickly, he’s not one to give up money so easily so option 2 it is. He leans over and picks up the green bottle of medicine, sporting it in the air and flashing his best smile.

“This here is the world’s most powerful disinfectant. I know someone like you could benefit from it, no matter the ailment this will fix it. It’s not just a disinfectant but a cure-all for anything that ails you. The entire case, worth millions can be yours.”

A bead of sweat runs down the side of his face, Miranda doesn’t bother to look at the bottle but keeps her gaze on him. Normally he’s very good at reading people, seeing the wheels turn in their head but not her, she has as much readability as a statue. Then his worse possible fears come true, the tiniest sound, a groan from inside the wagon catches her attention. Any human wouldn’t have noticed over the murmuring of the crowds, but Miranda caught it instantly. Her attention targets the wagon, she straightens her head and tilts her chin up toward it, listening, and waiting. Duke stands there, unmoving and hoping she chalks it up to a simple creak, nothing more.

“What’s inside the wagon?” She asks.

“What? Nothing. Overstock, my laundry of course, maybe a few mice here and there. Some inventory, trinkets, nothing that would interest you and certainly nothing as valuable as this here-”

“You love to ramble when you lie. Now show me.” She interrupts.

He sighs defeatedly, setting the bottle back underneath the table before twisting to the back of the wagon and pulling the curtain back. The sunlight illuminates the interior to expose a woman with her ankles and wrists bound to the flooring. Miranda approaches the back and leans in to get a closer look; she must blink a few times to adjust to how dark it is for the woman blends in with dark flooring and walls. Her only clothing is a torn crop top, and pants with a tube going from her side into a familiar looking green bottle. Miranda scrunches her nose at the smell, it burns with every inhale and she brings her hand to her nose to block it out.

“Release her.” Miranda orders.

“With all due respect Miranda, she-“

The Duke didn’t finish his sentence before the air around him dissolves, he chokes and coughs to try and breath but there’s nothing there. His face turns purple before he drops to his knees and claws at the collar of his shirt, then in a split second the air returns and he sucks in a loud, gasping breath. After a moment of struggling he stands, reaches into his pocket to withdraw a key before heaving himself into the wagon. His weight causes the wagon to lean back and the woman flinches from the sudden intrusion, he pants and grunts as he unlocks the chains then shuffles back out.

“Come out here.” Miranda orders.

The woman stretches her legs, flexes her fingers and follows the order, she keeps her head down until she touches the edge of the wagon. She waves her hand blindly, looking for stability before settling on the wall to support her as she swings one leg after the other. Miranda watches the woman intently, seeing her clearly now in the sunlight. She no longer has the tubing in her side but there’s a very obvious scar where the tube was but no open wound. Her hair is black and matted, it shields her face from further view so Miranda reaches over to move a large mat aside. The woman looks up and Miranda pauses, her eyes are cat-like yellow in their entirety with two large, black irises. The longer she stands in the sun, the thinner they become until they’re thin slits, splitting the yellow down the center. She’s an inch or two shorter than Miranda, her skin is darker than any human with speckles of white around her fingers and eyes, she’s extremely malnourished but has visible abs and muscles on her arms.

“What’s your name?” Miranda asks.

“Inanna.” The woman answers.

Duke takes a cloth from his pocket to wipe the sweat away from his forehead when the woman speaks. Miranda’s eyebrow cocks for a microsecond before falling to its original place, if the woman’s eyes and skin weren’t enough then her voice was a dead giveaway that she is not human. Her voice is gravely, most likely from dehydration but it is also low and muffled like someone had put a pillow over a speaker. Miranda cautiously reaches out to examine the woman’s face but she startles back, her lips curling and causing her cracked lips to bleed.

Miranda retracts her hand then turns on her heels, “this will suffice.”

“You’re-wait, you can’t take her.”

Miranda turns to him warningly, making his swallow and simply nod in understanding as Inanna awaits further instruction. When Miranda turns back around she uses her index finger to signal for her to follow. She follows behind Miranda and stops when she does, Miranda doesn’t look at Duke and instead examines her fingernails.

“Tell me Inanna, what would you do to someone who conned you?” She wonders.

“In my culture the punishments are direct reflections of the crime. If I was promised something and given another, I would return the favor.” She answers.

“Hm.” Miranda responds, mulling it over, “well, Duke here promised me an extremely potent, and rare poison but instead gave me something as common as nightshade. So, I say it’s far I do something in return. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I don’t care either way.”

“Hmph. You’re no fun.”

With a snap of her fingers, the street below Duke’s cart caves in and large, black roots engulfs the entirety before swallowing it below. The street restores itself as if nothing had been there, it happened so quickly that Duke didn’t even get the chance to scream before disappearing from sight. Inanna bristles, this woman is obviously far more dangerous than Duke ever was and perhaps it would be in her best interest to behave, or at least play along. Miranda and Inanna cut through the crowd once more, the nearby vendors, swindlers, and customers bow their heads in avoidance. Inanna contemplates running, but after the display she just saw, she doubts she’ll make it very far. The second they pass the threshold of the market place, a murder of crows flock around them causing Inanna to flinch away but she doesn’t get far before her back strikes a stone wall.

She looks around in a panic, her hands grasping behind her for stability and blinks rapidly to adjust from the brightness outside to a poorly lit room. At least this room has light unlike the wagon. There are anatomy pictures of humans, and various animals strung up on the walls and bookshelves filled to the brim that line the spaces in between; a large workbench stands off to one side with two tables in the center littered with things she’s never seen before. Inanna turns around to face the wall she struck, there’s floor to ceiling iron bars with only a singular stone pillar in the center. Ianna stepped back from the bars, on the outside she appears calm and collected but, on the inside, she’s panicking about being put into another cage. She should have ran when she had the chance.

“Can you read? Write? I know you can speak.” Miranda states.

Inanna looks at the woman, she’s now wearing what looks like a cloak made from feathers while walking around the room. Her face is covered with a golden bird mask that covers all but her eyes and hoops that reach to her collarbone, she has golden talons on her fingers that she uses to tap against a nearby counter. Inanna says nothing, instead opting to nod her head. She carefully examines her surroundings: she knows there’s a cage behind her, but she sees no windows but she does see a door. She has no idea where she is, how she even got here, and she’s far too weak to make an escape attempt now but it’s good to orient oneself. Although, if this woman can move about wherever, and whenever she pleases then Inanna has no chance against her.

“At least you’re literate. That’s something I suppose.”

Inanna takes mental note, this woman has no idea what she is and perhaps she can use that to her advantage. Inanna watches her pace around the room, anytime she moves too close Inanna scoots further away until she’s trapped herself in the corner. Suddenly a cloud of feathers rises and surrounds the woman, when the cloud falls the woman is gone with only the pile of feathers in her place. Inanna peeks out from her corner, scooting across the cold, stone floor she picks up one of the feathers and strokes it between her fingers. It’s been so long since she felt something this soft, she nuzzles it into her cheek before the woman appears once more. Inanna snarls and scatters to the nearest wall, clutching the feather to her chest in fear that the woman will take it from her.

Miranda kneels and places a plate with a cup of liquid on the floor, she then stands upright and takes a few steps back from it. Inanna and her stare at each other in silence, waiting for the other to make the first move but Inanna ultimately gives in. She slithers toward the food, crawling on all fours in a similar fashion to a monkey with a broken leg. When she reaches it she grabs the food with her entire fist and shoves it into her mouth then gulps down the liquid all within one go. Then she scurries back to her corner for safety, her eyes never leaving the woman as she does so. Miranda eyes the feather in Inanna’s hand but says nothing as she stands there, unmoving, if not for the shallow rise and fall of her shoulders with each breath then Inanna would think she’s a statue. After a pregnant pause the woman sighs forcefully.

“What are you?”

Inanna doesn’t answer.

“You can answer willingly, or I can force it out of you. Take your pick.”

“Excuse me for not being more forthcoming about myself just because you gave me food and water. Given my previous situation, I’m a bit cautious of the information I share and of your intentions. Also, I know nothing about you and you already know my name. It’s only fair that I obtain an equal amount of knowledge.”

Miranda narrows her eyes briefly, but Inanna cannot tell from the mask blocking the view. Miranda mimics the pose she had earlier, with one arm around her waist and the other tapping away at her chin.

“You can call me Mother Miranda.” She finally says.

“Pleasure to meet you Mother Miranda.” Inanna responds.

“I do not know what you are, therefore I do not have anything intended for you. However, once I figure that out, trust me, you will be the first to know what I have in store.”

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”

“Then I guess I should extend the first olive branch and tell you that I did spike your food to knock you out so I could experiment on you. However, as you can tell, that didn’t work.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time. Doubt it’ll be the last.” Inanna retorts.

“If you won’t tell me what you are, can you at least tell me how you’re able to consume enough flunitrazepam to knock out a fully grown male without so much as a yawn?”

Inanna shrugs, “fast metabolism?”

Miranda huffs in annoyance, “very well. Be like that.”

Miranda disappears once again, leaving Inanna alone inside the enclosed room. She sighs heavily, although she wasn’t entirely lying about having a fast metabolism the drug that Miranda slipped her did, in fact, work. Not to its full extent, Inanna is coherent enough to at least try the nearby door: locked of course. Then she wanders into the cell to find a cot and curl up onto it with the feather still firmly in her grasp. She wakes to every sound, on high alert for any possible intrusion by Miranda knowing that once she finds out what Inanna is, it’ll be over. Perhaps she’ll keep her alive like Duke did, or maybe she’ll kill her. At this point, Inanna hoped for later.

After a restless few hours Inanna stirs awake to the softest whisper of a breeze, she flings herself up on the cot and flattens herself on the wall. Miranda stands in the open cell with another plate in one hand, a cup in the other, and something draped over the arm holding the glass. She sets the glass and plate on the floor, then tosses a blanket and what appears to be clothes onto the cot. She turns away and strides into the main room, shuffling around some paper and other various items before settling in one spot. Inanna sniffs at the plate curiously.

“It’s not drugged. Not this time. Don’t shove it all in this time, slow down otherwise you’ll choke. No one is going to take it from you.” Miranda states firmly.

Inanna picks at the food, her stomach betrays her hunger but she forces herself to eat it slowly to taste for any inconsistency. She drowns the water then scuttles over to the cot, she rummages through the clothing and begins to strip by taking her shorts off first. Miranda has given her some pants, socks, newer looking shoes, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. Inanna picks up a garment with two half cups and some straps, she’s never seen something like this before and forgoes it.

“So you’re a winged beast.”

Inanna whips around, throwing the shirt in her hand only for it to flail onto the ground pathetically. Miranda looks at it then Inanna who stands there shirtless but unashamed, Miranda kneels and picks up the shirt then holds it out. Inanna stands there, eyeing the shirt then Miranda before taking a careful step forward and yanking the fabric away.

“How do you figure?” Inanna asks.

Miranda says nothing and instead her feathered cloak transforms into six black wings that stretch themselves out until they hit the ceiling and floor. No longer in her winged cloak she is now in a long black dress with a white and black piece of fabric around her shoulders, she also has a golden halo behind her head. Inanna hisses softly at the sudden change but stares at the wings, they don’t look like traditional feathers; they look flowy, almost water-like while floating in the air and moving on their own. More importantly, Inanna wants to touch them very badly.

As suddenly as they appeared, they reform around Miranda and turn back into her feathered cloak. She stands there expectantly; she gave some information so now Inanna must give something up too. She ponders, how much can she reveal while still keeping her identity a secret. Instead, she’ll dance around the subject, she knows what Miranda wants now and she can give her everything but that.

“I do have wings, yes. My name dates back to the Mesopotamian era, and I’ve been told it was the name of the goddess of the sky.”

Miranda hums then leaves the entrance of the cell to return to her work, Inanna finishes dressing then pokes her head out. Once she determines that Miranda isn’t moving from her spot she creeps up beside her and slides the feather onto the counter top. Miranda pauses her work and eyes the feather, she chuckles under her breath then scoffs a little.

“What use do I have for a feather?”

“You gave me something so, now I must give you something. This is all I have.”

For once, Miranda takes pause. She picks up the feather and examines it, she has thousands of feathers but for some reason, she can’t help but stare at this one in particular. She tsks and slides the feather back to Inanna.

“A simple ‘thank you’ would suffice.”

“Thank you.” Inanna whispers before taking the feather back and holding it to her chest.

“You’re welcome. You’re being treated far kinder than I normally would treat the creatures I bring down here. By now you would have been cut open, examined, studied, and maybe I would even try the Cadou on you. However, you fascinate me more and, from how the Duke acted I would say you are very valuable, then perhaps you’re better off alive.”

“What is a Cadou?”

Miranda’s eyes flash for the briefest moment, “want me to show you?”

Inanna nods and the corner of Miranda’s mouth cracks into a smile before she turns from her reading and guides Inanna to a nearby cabinet. Miranda kneels down to open it and pulls out a large jar with a fetal looking mass inside. Miranda spends hours explaining what it is, how she created it, why she created it, and Inanna simply listens. Occasionally she asks a question that sends Miranda into another frenzy of excitement, it even gets to the point where Miranda brings out a chalk board and begins to illustrate her points. She shows pictures of past experiments which make Inanna tit her head curiously whereas most people find the graphic, surgical details disturbing.

“I see you’re not phased by human experimentation.” Miranda comments.

“Why would I? Humans are the reason my species is nearly extinct. Last I heard, there is only about five of us left. Including me.”

Miranda contemplates Inanna’s words carefully, so she’s a winged creature with extraordinary healing capabilities, and her species would be classified as extremely endangered. She changes the subject and proceeds to continue her lecture on how she created the Cadou, how she experiments with it, and most importantly, how she intends to use it. Inanna barely understands any of it, mostly because Miranda keeps using words like: gene, allele, autosomal dominate disorder, and other phrases that Inanna doesn’t know. However, she’s content listening to Miranda ramble on about whatever it is she’s rambling about. Duke barely spoke to her and when he did, it was often a command or order. It wasn’t until Inanna yawned that Miranda finally pauses, the feathers on her cloak rustle.

“Oh my…I’ve been talking at you all day. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Inanna eats her food given to her and Miranda bids her goodnight; now that she knows what Miranda is passionate about, she knows how to keep her occupied. Inanna asks questions, and over the next few days, or possibly weeks, it’s hard to tell with no clock or windows, Inanna and her fall into a sort of comfortable routine. At one point, Miranda unlocks the door to allow Inanna to use a bathroom instead of a bucket, and to finally bathe. Since then, Miranda hasn’t asked Inanna what she is, nor has she bothered to try and learn more about her. Anytime Miranda tries to flip the narrative, Inanna gives her generic answers or answers the question indirectly without giving too much away. Although, Inanna is slowly lowering her walls around the strange, bird woman because she enjoys how excited Miranda gets when speaking about her experiments.

Miranda caught on to how much Inanna enjoys feathers and slowly started leaving various kinds of feathers around her lab for Inanna to find. She sees Inanna stash them underneath her mattress and catches glimpses of her rubbing them against her face. Miranda briefly mentions her daughter, how she passed away and Miranda is trying to get her back. Inanna remains extremely quiet during this part, she fiddles with the bottom of her shirt while Miranda speaks but the conversation is short lived. Miranda doesn’t speak to her over the course of a few days and seemingly avoids Inanna altogether by leaving her food, water, and nothing else. When Miranda finally returns to the lab Inanna fiddles with a tube of green liquid, she holds it up to Miranda who hesitantly takes it.

“What is this?” She asks.

“My blood. You shared something very personal with me, it seems only fair I share something with you.”

Inanna doesn’t bring up her daughter again, but this act seems to appease Miranda and she goes to work studying the blood sample. It’s like no blood she’s ever seen, or been documented but it shares the same markers as lizards and birds do. Her white blood cell activation is faster than the speed of light which makes her immune to all diseases and why she didn’t react to the knock out drug. This is also how she’s able to heal to incredibly quickly, and why Duke was selling her blood as a cure-all. It still leaves her with more questions than answers but now she has a new hyper fixation: what is Inanna, and how can she be used to bring back her daughter? Sometimes Miranda forgets Inanna is there until she suddenly pops up and startles the priestess.

It seems her blood sample did more harm than good because Miranda has been obsessing over it for days now and growing increasingly more frustrated. When Miranda seems in an especially sour mood then Inanna reads one of the books on the shelves and sits in her little cell. Today Inanna is stir crazy. She’s finished all the books in English that line the shelves, she doesn’t know the other languages and instead opts for pacing back and forth. Miranda tells her to knock it off so Inanna finds something else to occupy herself which only irritates Miranda more.

“How about you make yourself useful instead of fiddling with everything like a child!” Miranda snaps out, her hands slamming down on the table.

“Just how do you expect me to do that?”

“Get samples or something. Either help me or get out!”

Miranda points to a tray of empty tubes, Inanna picks them up and looks between the tubes and Miranda. Slowly she backs away toward the door, careful not to drag her feet as she nears it. Every so often she looks at Miranda then the door, this has to be some sort of trick right? She wouldn’t let Inanna go freely. Hours pass and Miranda grows more and more frustrated to the point she flings the things in front of her onto the floor. She messages her temples and groans loudly then swivels in her chair to not see Inanna.

Panic sets in, as does the realization that she may have just allowed her most valuable asset to wander free. Miranda flies through the door, she checks every room she passes and every hiding spot in the area before she steps outside. She doesn’t make it far before she stops in her tracks, before her is a very, large rainbow dragon. Not like Alcina’s dragon; this dragon is more stereotypical with four legs, leathery bat-like wings, a tail that’s whipping around, and a gigantic head with two horns that stick up. This dragon shimmers in the sunlight, its scales mimic the reflection of sunlight on water giving it a translucent appearance; and it is currently rolling around in the snow like a dog. It throws itself onto the ground, scrapes its back into the snow then uses its tail to flick it up into the air. It then rolls back over, grabs scoops of snow and throws it into the air so it can prance around.

Miranda clears her throat as the dragon is in midroll in the snow, it freezes with its legs up in the air before it tilts its head upward to look in Miranda’s direction. They lock eyes, their golden ones staring back into her dull, gray ones. This has to be Inanna. The forest, once alive with the thumping and crunching of the dragon and the sounds of wildlife, comes to an abrupt halt. Inanna tilts her head and looks off into the distance, Miranda listens carefully but only can make out the soft crunching of footsteps in snow. The dragon flings itself to its feet, and arches its back up, their scales stand up like a cat fluffing its hackles or tail to appear bigger. In fact, the dragon mimics a cat perfectly from the way it twists to expose its side while maintaining the appearance of intimidation. Miranda covers her mouth to smother a laugh, what a sight to see a fully grown dragon with its scales puffed out.

Out of the forest wanders a lynx, it sniffs the ground before making eye contact with the dragon. It copies the dragon by arching its back, puffing its tail, and hissing loudly while the dragon curls up to make itself even bigger before it unleashes an ear-splintering roar. The intensity of it vibrates the nearby trees and makes the birds all take flight at once. The lynx huffs and retreats back into the forest, the dragon shakes its whole body to lower their scales then turns to face Miranda. Before her eyes the dragon shrinks, the wings fold into themselves, and standing there is Inanna.

“Well, that would explain the feathers.”

Inanna suddenly makes a sound that Miranda hasn’t heard in over a century; laughter. Inanna laughs hard enough that she doubles over while holding her stomach. Miranda raises an eyebrow then smothers another chuckle before settling and hugging herself from the brisk cold. Miranda sighs, she has enjoyed having Inanna around for she didn’t realize how socially starved she was. She could easily drag Inanna back down to the lab, force her to stay, and study her further. Miranda didn’t know dragons even existed, this would cause so many break throughs in the scientific community and possibly be the answer for bringing her daughter back.

Instead, Miranda returns inside back to her lab, leaving Inanna out in the snow to do as she pleases. She’ll probably come to regret this decision, that is until she hears the soft pitter patter of feet inside the lab. An object clatters next to her. A dragon scale the size of her hand shimmers even in the warm lighting. Miranda picks it up to look it over, then rotates to face Inanna who is twiddling her fingers.

“What’s this?”

“I read that crows like shiny things.”

Miranda can’t help it anymore. She throws covers her mouth to try and smother the snort she unleashes while failing miserably.

“Is this because of the horde joke?”

Inanna chuckles, “sort of but also, in my culture giving someone one of your scales is a sign of loyalty and trust because it exposes our underneath. You trusted me with your science stuff and your daughter, and you could have easily taken me even in my dragon form. Yet, you were willing to let me go. It’s only fair that I begin to trust you. I…I want you to have this one.”

Miranda holds the scale in her hand, “I see why you were hesitant to share with me what you are. Especially after giving me your blood, I could have taken the path Duke did and exploit you.”

“Yet, you didn’t. Even after you found out about my healing abilities, I’m sorry it causes you so much frustration.”

“Hm. Well now that I know what you are, all the pieces are coming together.”

There’s a long silence between them before Miranda breaks it, “where will you go now?”

“I…I don’t know. I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“What about, other dragons?”

“I told you there’s only about 5 left including me. That was…years ago so who knows if they’re still alive or not. All I have is my memories but even those are beginning to fade. I haven’t seen another dragon since my parents died.”

“How old were you?”

“Mentally and physically probably around 6 or 7. I was raised in orphanages until I was raised in orphanages until they started to catch on that I didn’t age to the same degree then I was old enough to care for myself. That is, until Duke found me. You know the rest.”

“You’ve been without parents…for how long?”

Inanna shrugs, “I lost count after 70 years.”

Miranda watches Inanna and reads her body language, how shy and upset it makes her to talk about her parents. Miranda and her are not that far different from each other. While she’s been without a daughter and failing at every turn to find a suitable host, there has been a young woman out there without a mother for close to the same amount of time. Miranda places the shell onto the counter next to her then stands from her stool in front of Inanna before she opens her arms with the palms facing out. Inanna looks her over, her initial reaction is to run but forces herself to take step after step until she hits Miranda’s chest. Miranda wraps her arms around the girl and tightens until she can’t tighten her hold any further.

“Thank you.” They whisper to each other simultaneously.

#resident evil village #re8 #mother miranda #men and minors dni #mother miranda x reader #mother miranda x fem mc #mother miranda x fem oc #mother miranda & fem mc #mother miranda & fem oc #one shots

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maybegays-blog · 11 days

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Ethereal Chemistry

Lady Dimitrescu x Scientist!Reader

Chapters:

Prologue

Blog Shit

picture credits: @twoloaksinatrenchcoat

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eletricheart · 8 months

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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#Spotify #re8 #resident evil village #non canon #resident evil #fanfic #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #re8 mother miranda #re8 fanfiction #re8 fic #resident evil 8 #resident evil fandom #mother miranda x fem!reader #mother miranda could kill me

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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Heya Raven! If you're still doing requests I'd love to see the the resident evil ladies (and maybe magnet man) with a fem!S/O who's basically Himiko Toga from My Hero Academia? Like drinking blood and becoming someone else and if they have powers being able to use them... I had a hell of a night last night. Power was out, no sleep, huge storm, sirens everywhere... I'd appreciate the comfort if that's ok

Hope everything's okay where you are. <3

I'm assuming you're talking about the RE 8 ladies, but if not, feel free to drop another message in my inbox. Cut Mia from this one since my character limit is 8, and she's technically a RE 7 lady anyway. Sorry, Mia.

Daniela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda, Bela Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Elena Lupu, and Karl Heisenberg with a s/o who takes the appearance and powers of others after drinking their blood.

(Fem reader).

Warnings: blood, mentions of violence.

Masterlists here!

Daniela Dimitrescu

So... If Daniela grabs a bottle of vintage and you drink a glass, you'll turn into the maiden whose blood was used to make it, right?

That's so cool!

The things the two of you could get up to together... The chaos!

What would happen if you drank the blood of multiple people mixed together? Will you only turn into one? Will you turn into one, then another? Will you become an amalgamation of them? Do you want to test it?

...Do you want to drink Daniela’s blood? Wouldn’t it be romantic if you both drank each other’s blood?!

(Everyone in the castle dreads days when there appears to be two Daniela Dimitrescus running around).

(You can’t help it if being able to dissolve into insects is a fun time). (And Daniela can’t help it if her energy level is always cranked up to eleven).

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Ooh, Cassandra's never been with a woman that drinks blood. She’s fairly excited when you tell her.

I feel as though Cass isn’t usually into the idea of her partner drinking her blood, but if it’s you...? Go ahead.

Occasionally, she’ll try to bribe you to turn into a particular person because wants to screw with someone.

The two of you do this thing where you borrow somebody else’s face and Cass tries to track you down.

She gives you one of her knives. That way you always have a way to spill blood. : )

She won’t lie, there’s something particularly attractive about you when your face and clothes are smeared with red.

Mother Miranda

Miranda deduced what your whole schtick is before you even told her, piecing together subtle accidental hints you dropped here and there.

Also, one time, she literally walked in on you downing one of the blood units she keeps in her lab.

You turned around, having taken on the appearance of a villager that’s now deceased. Your eyes are wide with surprise, explanations about to spill forth.

But Miranda simply greeted you with a “hello, dear”, an unamused look, and directed you to a different drawer, filled with units closer to expiring. You can dip into those. Hands off the fresher stuff.

As a woman of science, Miranda is mildly fascinated by your ability. She’s going to ask you loads of questions.

Would you allow her to run a few tests on you?

Bela Dimitrescu

As expected, Bela is delighted to hear about your love of blood.

She asks a decent amount of questions about your power. She thinks it's interesting, and she wants to fully understand!

Unlike her sisters, Bela doesn't encourage you to cause loads of trouble with your power.

...For the most part, that is. Hunts can be so much more fun when you're added to the mix!

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ah, another woman with a palate similar to Alcina’s.

It never stops catching her slightly off guard when you steal a sip of her wine, and she turns back around to find someone else in the spot you were once occupying.

Your power never fools her, though. She always knows when it’s you.

Donna Beneviento

When you tell Donna, she seems entirely unfazed by the information.

(A part of her is jealous of your ability to change your appearance, to be honest).

She thanks you for trusting her with the knowledge, asks a few questions, and that’s mostly it.

No, wait. Donna asks one thing of you. If you’re going to approach her while wearing someone else’s face, please tell her that it’s you. She doesn’t want to assume and end up being wrong. That'd be mortifying!

Angie is endlessly entertained and interested in your shapeshifting antics.

Elena Lupu

You don’t tell Elena until after the two of you have been dating for a while.

You were planning on telling her sooner, but when you saw how she got when the Lords came up in discussion? Specifically Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters? ...You couldn’t do it. You didn’t want to scare her off.

Elena won't lie, it does freak her out a little bit at first. The blood-drinking part, that is.

The whole thing takes her some getting used to.

One day, she cuts herself while cooking and decides to let you try her blood.

Seeing herself standing in front of her is certainly a bizarre experience for Elena. Especially when the second her stands like you, talks like you, and looks at her the way you do. She isn’t sure how to feel.

Karl Heisenberg

When he first met you, Karl thought he was gonna have to essentially deal with another Dimitrescu.

But he ends up finding himself fond of you. Very, very fond.

Although you aren’t a vampire, Karl does manage to find plenty of vampire-esque nicknames for you.

He builds you a lil’ something to make the whole blood extracting/drinking process quicker.

#x reader #resident evil x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #mother miranda x reader #elena lupu x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #fem reader #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #mother miranda #karl heisenberg #elena lupu

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9tailedfoxfire · 6 months

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A REVillage and RE7 BIOHAZARD story

A parent Donna Beneviento story w/Dimitrescu daughter's parring

You can choose pairing(Cassandra). Adopted daughter of Donna at age 8 Miranda found Carrie? running away from home scence Miranda has been watching her for awhile she takes her to Donna who she thought could use some company to maybe help them both heal from there trauma. Though weary after half a year they both become protective of each other and both open up Carrie? Meets the others Lord's who after learning of her and her past also become protective and this causes them to become like a real family maybe? After the meeting Alcina suggests that Carrie meets her daughters who are confused and unsure how to deal with the tiny (the sister's canon height is 6'4) and still slightly skittish human but after warming up to one another Carrie now has 3 OVERprotective(this is on purpose) murderous hive vampires though she is closest to Cassandra for obvious reasons. At age 16 Miranda reluctantly and with great protests from everyone sends Carrie into the outside world to learn and grow who at 18 gets into and accident and gets experimental treatment from umbrella so different strands of the virus with mold so a mix of Eveline and Wesker but is unstable though that is only found out later and she will need the candou to stabilise her it takes 2 years to complete. At age 20 she imprints on Mia(23) who is her handler and becomes like a guard/protector for her the events of RE7 happens but Eveline doesn't want Ethan(best friend/sibling not husband Mia took his family name) as a dad cause she has 2 moms 3 if you count Zoe who is Rosemary's second mom(Carrie and Ethan are Godparents) at the end of RE7 Eveline gives her powers to Carrie and reveals that she is unstable and thet her body is constantly breaking and regenerating so she won't age or die. 2 years later at 22 she Mia and Ethan all live together with baby Rose she can tell that Mia is not Mia but can't do anything cause she was asked/ordered to act like nothing is happening by Mia. While Mia is with her Miranda learns of what happened to her granddaughter? and is not happy that she was experimented on and is unstable and says she will give Carrie the candou when she gets to the village. Cue Start of REVillage(not really) but the village is still standing and the lycans only patrol for outsiders and threats while the villagers hide so as not to get attacked. Ethan is captured and Carrie who was with him and saw it all followed to the church where a meeting w/Mia was going on cue happy Carrie who tackles Donna in a hug after checking on Mia and Rose. When Carrie and the sisters meet again they are proud that she is strong confused because she is no longer tiny though still short compared to them(I'm 5'5 so her height is based on that) and concerned because she is strong and might not need them(mainly Cassandra on this one) You can take it from here.

#re village #alcina dimitrescu #re8 village #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #mother miranda #mia winters #ethan winters #daniela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #re7 biohazard #platonic donna beneviento x fem reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #story ideas

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ladybathoryy · 4 months

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What it is like to date Mother Miranda.

#mother miranda x reader #mother miranda #mother miranda x fem reader #mother miranda x y/n #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #resident evil 8

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naturesapphic · 4 months

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Can I request a modern au for lady Dimitrescu where the reader has been her daughters’ babysitter for years and Alcina is in love with her?

Headcannon: where modern lady dimitrscu is in love with the babysitter

Modern!lady dimitrescu x babysitter!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff

- you’ve been the babysitter for the dimitrescu kids for a few years now

- while you’ve been taking care of the kids

- you’ve developed feelings for their mother

- you always admired her work ethic and the love she has for her girls

- she was always nice to you and considered you part of their family

- the girls adore you and love having you around

- most of the time they actually listen to you but not all the time

- sometimes you have to threaten to tell their mother for them to behave

- over the years their mother has warmed up to you

- when you first started she seemed cold and to herself

- she didn’t think you would stay this long with her and her girls

- but she’s very glad that you did

- she knew you were the one when she would find you with her girls teaching them some stuff, reading, or they will be asleep around you while you would be fast asleep with them

- she loves how you treat her daughters

- they consider you their other mother instead of a babysitter

- they want their mom and you to be together

- the girls both know that y’all like each other

- they can tell by the way the both of you look at each other and how y’all act

- the girls went to their mothers room and convinced her to act on her romantic feelings towards you

- you were scrolling through your phone in your room when you heard a sudden knock on the door

- “it’s open!” You exclaimed

- alcina dunked into the doorway as she walked into your room, over to the bed where you were

- you were surprised to see her this late but it must be important for her to be here

- she took a seat at the end of your bed and she looked up at you with a shy expression

- you’ve never seen her this shy and nervous before

- “I’m in love with you y/n…” alcina confessed and your mouth hung open in shock

- she got scared by your silence and started to stand up

- you immediately stopped her “no no! Please stay! I’m sorry…I’m just shocked.” You said shyly

- “I understand…but do you feel the same towards me? My daughters said you do but if they lied to me I swear on mother Miranda that I-“ she said but you interrupted her at the end

- “no! I’m in love with you too. The girls wouldn’t lie to you like that.” You said and she gave you a big smile

- “you truly do love me?” She asked you shyly and you nodded your head yes with the biggest smile plastered on both of y’all’s faces.

- you were so glad that the girls told lady dimitrescu about how you feel

- which you are curious on how they found out about that

- but either way you are grateful because now you have four women you love. A future wife and three amazing potential daughters.

- you are so glad you became their babysitter because it got you to where you are now

A/n: I hope the anon who requested it likes it and I’m so sorry I took so long to make it and I hope that the rest of y’all like it too. Remember to stay hydrated and to rest and happy new years guys! I love you all! :)

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horeformilfs · 2 months

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Rescued From the Nightmares

Miracina x Fem! Reader

TW: Blood, Mentions of ED Behaviors, Mentions of Poison and Torture

Liniștește-te, îngeraș. Ești în siguranță = Calm down, little angel. You're safe

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Amidst the dense forest, Alcina Dimitrescu and her daughters, Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela, prowled gracefully, their senses sharp and instincts honed for the hunt. The crisp air carried whispers of prey, but something else lingered—a foreign scent, unfamiliar and intriguing.

Bela's keen nose twitched as she caught wind of it, her brows furrowing in curiosity. "Mother," she murmured, her voice a soft melody in the twilight, "do you smell that?"

Alcina, towering and regal, nodded, her crimson lips curling into a predatory smile. "Yes, my dear. I've noticed it too," she replied, her golden eyes gleaming with intrigue. "Let us follow it and see what secrets this forest holds."

With a nod from their mother, the Dimitrescu daughters ventured deeper into the woods, their steps silent and purposeful. Alcina's directive echoed in their minds—explore, hunt, but remain vigilant.

Bela suggested they split up to cover more ground, a notion that Alcina entertained. "Very well," she conceded, her voice carrying authority softened by maternal concern. "Bela, Cassandra, you shall pair up. Daniela, you are with me."

And so they dispersed, weaving through the shadows with practiced ease. Bela and Cassandra navigated the labyrinth of trees until they stumbled upon a clearing, where a young woman lay unconscious, her form draped in a cloak of darkness and blood.

Cassandra's brow furrowed in concern as she knelt beside the fallen figure. "What do we do, Bela?" she asked, her voice a whisper in the stillness of the night.

Bela hesitated, her gaze flickering between her sister and the stranger at their feet. "We bring her to Mother," she decided, her tone resolute. "She will know what to do."

They carried the unconscious woman back to the agreed meeting point, where Alcina and Daniela awaited their return. Alcina's gaze narrowed as she took in the sight before her, her maternal instincts tinged with caution.

"Who is she?" Alcina inquired, her voice a velvet whisper laced with authority.

"We found her while exploring, Mother," Bela explained, her voice steady despite the weight of uncertainty.

Alcina regarded the stranger with a measured gaze before nodding in agreement. "We shall bring her back to the castle," she decided, her voice commanding yet gentle. With practiced grace, Bela transferred the injured woman into Alcina's arms, their journey back to the castle beginning in silence.

The grand halls of Castle Dimitrescu welcomed the returning huntresses with an air of quiet anticipation. Alcina's wife, Miranda, awaited their arrival, her presence a calming anchor amidst the storm of their nightly endeavors. As the Dimitrescu daughters approached, Miranda greeted them with a warm smile, her gaze flickering with curiosity.

"How was the hunt, my darlings?" Miranda inquired, her voice a soothing melody in the cavernous hall.

Cassandra's lips curved into a satisfied smirk as she recounted their exploits, her words painting a vivid picture of the night's escapades. But Miranda's smile faltered when her eyes fell upon the unconscious woman cradled in Alcina's arms, her brow furrowing in concern.

"What happened?" Miranda asked, her tone laced with worry as she turned to Alcina for answers.

Bela stepped forward, her voice steady as she explained their unexpected encounter in the abandoned base. Miranda listened intently, her expression softening with understanding as she absorbed the tale.

Alcina, ever composed, interjected with a gentle reminder of the woman's injuries. "Miranda, she is in need of your expertise," she stated, her voice a velvet whisper tinged with concern.

Miranda nodded, her resolve firm as she accepted the responsibility thrust upon her. With a graceful motion, Alcina transferred the unconscious woman into Miranda's waiting arms, their gazes locking in silent reassurance before Miranda disappeared down the dimly lit corridors, her burden cradled close to her heart.

Left alone with her daughters, Alcina's focus shifted to the task at hand. "Clean yourselves up," she instructed, her voice firm yet gentle. "Dinner will be served in a few hours."

The Dimitrescu daughters nodded in understanding, their movements fluid as they made their way to their chambers to prepare for the evening ahead. Meanwhile, Alcina dispatched a maid to fetch Miranda's equipment, ensuring that her wife had all she needed to tend to their unexpected guest.

Alone in their shared room, Alcina found Miranda tending to the stranger's wounds with practiced expertise, her hands gentle yet sure as she worked. With a soft smile, Alcina offered her assistance, their bond a silent testament to the strength of their union.

Miranda's skilled hands moved with precision as she tended to the unconscious woman, her focus unwavering despite the weight of uncertainty that hung in the air. Alcina stood by her side, a silent sentinel ready to offer assistance at a moment's notice.

As they worked, their conversation drifted to the mysterious circumstances surrounding the woman's appearance in the abandoned base. They speculated quietly, weaving tales of intrigue and danger, each possibility more fantastical than the last.

With practiced ease, Miranda finished attending to the woman's injuries, her touch gentle as she wrapped them in sterile dressings. She cleaned her equipment methodically, her movements a ballet of efficiency and grace.

A faint stir from the woman interrupted their quiet conversation, and Miranda's hand instinctively reached out to steady her. Alcina's voice, a soothing balm in the darkness, reassured the woman of her safety, her words a promise of protection amidst the unknown.

But the woman, disoriented and confused, attempted to rise from her makeshift bed. Miranda's gentle touch halted her movement, her voice soft yet firm as she urged the woman to rest.

"You're safe now," Alcina assured her, her gaze unwavering as she met the woman's eyes. "You're in good hands."

The young woman's words cut through the air like a chilling breeze, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "I need to leave," she pleaded, her eyes darting nervously towards the door. "They'll hurt me if they find me here."

But her legs buckled beneath her, and she stumbled, leaning heavily against the sturdy wooden doorframe for support. Alcina approached her cautiously, her voice a soothing melody amidst the woman's turmoil.

"You're safe here," Alcina reassured her, her tone gentle yet unwavering. "No one will harm you."

Miranda's keen gaze softened as she observed the young woman's distress, her heart aching with empathy for the pain etched in her features. "You need antibiotics," Miranda explained calmly, her voice a steady anchor in the storm.

At the mention of needles, the woman's eyes widened with fear, her body tensing in anticipation. "No, please, not again," she pleaded, her voice tinged with anguish.

Alcina's brow furrowed in concern as she listened to the woman's words, a sense of foreboding settling over her. "What do you mean, 'again'?" she inquired gently, her voice laced with quiet concern.

"They..." the woman trailed off, her voice choked with emotion. "They always give me shots," she confessed, her words heavy with the weight of trauma.

Miranda guided the woman to the bed, her touch gentle as she offered comfort and reassurance. She sat beside her, her presence a steady anchor in the tumult of emotions swirling around them.

As Alcina administered the injections, Miranda offered words of encouragement, her voice a soothing balm to the woman's frayed nerves. With the first needle's prick, the woman held her breath, her knuckles turning white as she clutched Miranda's hand in a vice-like grip.

"Remember to breathe, sweetheart," Miranda murmured, her voice a gentle reminder of their shared humanity.

The second injection followed, and the woman squeezed Miranda's hand tightly, her eyes squeezed shut against the pain. Miranda praised her bravery, her words a beacon of light in the darkness of her fear.

"You did very well, my dear," Alcina added, her voice warm with pride as she applied bandaids to the tiny puncture wounds.

The young woman's eyelids grew heavy, the effects of the medication beginning to take hold. With a soft sigh, she swayed dizzily, her strength ebbing away as she slipped from the edge of the bed. Alcina's swift reflexes caught her before she could hit the ground, her voice a steady anchor in the swirling sea of confusion.

"Easy now," Alcina murmured, her arms enfolding the woman in a protective embrace. With gentle care, she lifted her and settled her back onto the bed, beside Miranda.

The woman, her name still a mystery, sought solace in Miranda's presence, her heart yearning for the warmth of connection amidst the chill of uncertainty. Miranda welcomed her into her embrace, her touch tender as she brushed a stray lock of hair from the woman's face.

Alcina watched over them, her gaze soft with compassion as she took a seat beside the young woman. She reached out, her hand resting lightly on the woman's shoulder, a silent gesture of support and reassurance.

"You're safe here, sweetheart," Miranda whispered, her voice a gentle caress in the darkness. "Rest now, and let your worries fade away."

Alcina's voice joined Miranda's, their words weaving a tapestry of comfort and solace around the woman. "We'll protect you," she promised, her tone firm yet gentle. "You're not alone."

The young woman's lips parted in a feeble attempt to speak, her voice barely a whisper amidst the quiet of the room. Miranda's gentle touch silenced her, a soft shushing sound soothing her restless mind.

"Rest now, my dear," Miranda murmured, her voice a gentle melody in the darkness. "There will be time to talk later, once you're feeling better."

The woman, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion, nodded weakly, her protests silenced by the comforting embrace of sleep. She sank deeper into Miranda's arms, her body yielding to the pull of slumber as the warmth of safety enveloped her.

Curiosity flickered in her eyes as she gazed up at the two older women, a silent question lingering on her lips. Alcina's voice, warm and reassuring, broke the stillness of the room as she introduced herself and Miranda.

"I am Alcina Dimitrescu, and this is my wife, Miranda," Alcina explained, her tone gentle yet proud. "And you, my dear, what is your name?"

Miranda's gaze softened as she awaited the woman's response, her heart brimming with compassion for the stranger in their midst. "We would like to know who you are sweet girl," she added, her voice a gentle invitation to trust.Y/n's voice, soft and hesitant, broke the silence of the room. "My name is Y/n," she murmured, her eyes flickering with uncertainty as she met Miranda and Alcina's gazes.

The apology tumbled from Y/n's lips, her voice laced with self-doubt. Alcina's brow furrowed in confusion at the unexpected apology, prompting Y/n to explain her concern about intruding on their relationship.

Alcina's gaze softened, a flicker of understanding passing between her and Miranda. "You have nothing to apologize for, my dear," Alcina assured her, her voice warm with reassurance. "You are not an inconvenience."

Miranda echoed Alcina's sentiment, her touch gentle as she urged Y/n to rest. "Sleep now," Miranda whispered, her words a soothing lullaby in the stillness of the room. "We'll talk more later."

With a tender kiss to Y/n's forehead, Alcina bid Miranda and Y/n farewell, her footsteps fading into the distance as she left the room. Y/n shifted slightly, pulling away from Miranda's embrace, her eyes clouded with uncertainty.

"Are you alright?" Miranda asked, her voice soft with concern as she observed the turmoil in Y/n's expression.

Y/n's response was hesitant, her words tinged with guilt. "I shouldn't be getting so close to a married woman," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Miranda's touch was gentle yet firm as she drew Y/n back into her embrace. "If you need comfort right now, that's what matters," Miranda reassured her, her words a beacon of understanding in the darkness of Y/n's doubts. "You're not doing anything to jeopardize our marriage."

Y/n relaxed into Miranda's arms, her fears melting away in the warmth of their shared embrace. Miranda pulled the duvet over them both, cocooning them in a blanket of safety and comfort as Y/n nestled closer to her.

With a final kiss to Y/n's forehead, Miranda whispered words of comfort as Y/n drifted off to sleep, the weight of the world easing from her shoulders in the embrace of those who dared to care. And in the heart of Castle Dimitrescu, amidst shadows and secrets, a stranger found solace in the arms of those who welcomed her with open hearts.

Amidst the quiet intimacy of their room, Alcina returned from her brief check on the girls, her footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit chamber. She approached Miranda with a questioning gaze, concern etched into the lines of her elegant features.

"How is she?" Alcina inquired, her voice a gentle murmur as she regarded Miranda with a mixture of curiosity and worry.

Miranda's gaze softened as she turned to face her wife, a small smile gracing her lips. "She's sleeping now," Miranda replied, her voice soft with reassurance. "She was worried about us being married."

Alcina's brow furrowed in confusion at the revelation, prompting Miranda to explain Y/n's concerns. "She doesn't understand why she feels that way," Miranda added, her voice tinged with empathy.

A tender silence enveloped them as they pondered the complexities of Y/n's feelings. "I don't mind that she's come into our lives," Miranda confessed, her words a testament to the depth of her compassion.

Alcina's gaze softened with understanding, her hand reaching out to intertwine with Miranda's. "I agree," she murmured, her voice a whispered affirmation of their shared sentiment.

They lingered in quiet companionship for a while longer, their thoughts drifting amidst the gentle ebb and flow of conversation. Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and soon, the aroma of dinner wafted into the room, heralding the arrival of their meal.

Miranda stirred Y/n gently from her slumber, her touch tender as she guided the sleepy woman to sit up. Y/n instinctively gravitated towards Miranda, seeking solace in the comforting embrace of the older woman.

Alcina's voice broke the silence, her tone warm with affection as she informed Y/n of their dinner. With her help, Y/n sat up and began to eat, the simple act of nourishment a testament to the newfound bond forged between them.

But as Y/n pushed the food around on her plate, Alcina gently urged her to eat, her voice filled with concern. "You should try to eat something, my dear. It will help settle your stomach," she suggested, her eyes flickering with worry.

Y/n hesitated, her appetite diminished by memories too painful to share. "I'm not hungry," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Miranda exchanged a concerned glance with Alcina, her brow furrowing in worry. "Is there a specific reason why you don't want to eat?" she inquired gently, her voice filled with empathy.

Y/n's gaze flickered with hesitation, her mind torn between the desire to confide in them and the fear of burdening them with her past. But finally, she found the courage to speak, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession.

"When I was given meals at the base... they were usually poisoned," she admitted, her words heavy with the weight of truth. "They wanted to see which poisons I was immune to."

Shock and anger rippled across Alcina and Miranda's faces at Y/n's revelation, their hearts heavy with the weight of her suffering. "We would never do such a thing," Alcina vowed, her voice laced with righteous indignation. "We want you to be safe here."

Miranda's hand reached out to gently touch Y/n's, her touch a silent reassurance of their commitment to her well-being. "We want to help you," she murmured, her voice soft yet determined. "Please, try to eat something small. It will help with the antibiotics."

With a shared understanding passing between them, Y/n nodded slowly, her trust in Alcina and Miranda growing with each passing moment.

As the weeks passed, Y/n found herself gradually integrating into the life of Castle Dimitrescu. She formed bonds with Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, the Dimitrescu daughters taking a liking to her gentle nature and welcoming her into their fold. But it was with Alcina and Miranda that Y/n grew closest, finding solace and security in their presence.

Despite the warmth of their companionship, Y/n continued to sleep on the floor each night, a silent testament to the lingering trauma that haunted her dreams. The softness of the bed and the comfort of the room were foreign to her, a stark contrast to the harsh realities she had endured before being rescued by Alcina and her daughters.

To Y/n, the comforts of the bed were reserved for those who had earned them, not for someone like her. So she sought refuge on the familiar embrace of the floor, finding solace in the hum of the heating and the warmth of a simple rug beneath her.

It was only when Miranda and Alcina gently encouraged her to embrace the comfort of the bed that Y/n began to realize the true extent of her fear of sleep. The gentle weight of the comforter, the warmth of the mattress, and the softness of the pillows were foreign sensations, overwhelming in their unfamiliarity.

But with their reassurance, Y/n tentatively allowed herself to sink into the embrace of the bed, the promise of safety and comfort beckoning her into the realm of sleep. Yet, as the night wore on, the darkness of her dreams crept in, suffocating her with its tendrils of fear and despair.

The first night in the shared bed was plagued by bone-deep screams, the echoes of her nightmares reverberating through the quiet of the room. Alcina and Miranda at her side in a n instant, their gentle words a soothing balm to her troubled soul as they guided her back to the shores of wakefulness.

But even as they slipped back into unconsciousness, the nightmares returned with a vengeance, tearing through the fragile veil of sleep with relentless ferocity. Hour after hour, Y/n fought against the darkness, her throat raw from screams and her body drenched in sweat.

Yet, through it all, Alcina and Miranda remained steadfast at her side, their unwavering presence a beacon of light in the darkness of her nightmares. And as the night faded into dawn, Y/n clung to their comfort, the promise of a new day offering a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of her past.

The echoes of Y/n's screams filled the room, jolting both Alcina and Miranda from their sleep. Right away, they were at her side, their comforting presence a shield against the encroaching darkness of her nightmares.

Miranda gently cradled Y/n in her arms, feeling the tremors that coursed through her body. "Draga mea, shh, you're safe," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody in the night.

Alcina's hand rested on Y/n's shoulder, her touch firm yet gentle. "Îngeraș, we're here for you," she reassured, her voice a comforting murmur.

Y/n, caught in the throes of her nightmares, clung to Miranda, her tears soaking into the fabric of her nightshirt. Between sobs, she tried to articulate the horrors that plagued her dreams, but her words were disjointed and unintelligible.

Miranda pressed a tender kiss to Y/n's forehead, her voice a calming presence amidst the storm. "Shh, my dear, it's okay. We're here with you," she murmured, her fingers gently stroking Y/n's hair.

Alcina leaned in, her lips brushing against Y/n's temple. "Take your time, îngeraș. We're not going anywhere," she said, her voice a steady reassurance.

The trio remained intertwined in the bed, a tableau of comfort and solace in the face of Y/n's turmoil. Alcina and Miranda worked in tandem to calm her racing heart and ease the tension that gripped her.

As Y/n continued to cry into Miranda's neck, Alcina whispered soothing words in Romanian, the melodic cadence a balm to Y/n's restless soul. "Liniștește-te, îngeraș. Ești în siguranță," she murmured, her voice a gentle lullaby.

Miranda continued her soft reassurances, offering a comforting refuge for Y/n to lean into. "It's alright, my dear. We're here to help you through this," she whispered, her words a promise of unwavering support.

After some time, as Y/n's sobs began to subside, Alcina and Miranda exchanged a knowing glance. "Let's talk about it in the morning," Alcina suggested, her tone filled with understanding.

Miranda nodded in agreement, gently wiping away Y/n's tears. "Sleep, Draga mea. We'll face this together when the sun rises," she murmured, her words a gentle promise of a new day, free from the shadows of the night.

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 9 months

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Resident Evil Village characters with a chubby fem s/o

Dating Headcanons (+ Some bonus drabbles for a few)

Including Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau and Mother Miranda

(Reader is somewhat coquette? Princesscore? Just the dainty feminine type)

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A/n: Hi lovelies, Lia here. I'm back after a long time. I hope you enjoy this post and I'll be setting up my schedule soon, I'll be posting once or twice every 1-2 week/s. If you can't tell, purple has always been my theme. I'll add more to these and edit it if I think of more to add. Any mistakes will be corrected upon checking.

This is just me but I love the concept of like a girl who is so sweet and her style just looks so fem and she's just surrounded by all the creepy things that are resident evil.

I'll be checking and if this post does well I will write more.

Warnings/Disclaimers: English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Blood, gore?, violence, typical resident evil stuff and mentions of insecurity. Slight suggestive content if you squint.

Alcina Dimitrescu

First of all despite your plush stature, she still treats you like a porcelain doll.

She just adores you so much (I mean she herself is tall and plus size).

Motherly nature and all, she has three daughters and honestly if she ever sees you interact with them. It would just warm her cadou infested heart.

Insecure about stretch marks? She'll kiss that shit away right then and there. She'll even show you hers because let's be honest here stretch marks are beautiful, you just don't like them on yourself.

Anyone insults or talks shit about you? She'll get rid of them, in any way possible depending on what they said. She'll pick a suitable punishment for them, ranges from "you're fired" to "I'm going to skin you alive and tear your heart out".

Alcina is a confident and dominant figure, she isn't swayed by something so small as beauty standards. Especially in herself, therefore I think she'd even help you build your confidence up.

Gifts galore with this woman, she love to spoil you with her riches. Loves to see you adorned with luxurious items that she give you.

Love dressing up with you, seeing you all dolled up for her. Has custom made clothes for you, sometimes opts for an outfit that matches or contrasts yours perfectly.

Knows what compliments your features best since she loves to bring them out.

Her hosting soirees and balls with you as her special guest, having you wear elegant dresses that she bought for you.

I see her as this almost touchy type. She'll love having you curl up on her lap while she gets paperwork done.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

You called Alcina's attention wanting to see her reaction to the new dress you bought, Alcina's eyes lit up at your elegance and charm. She smiled warmly, taking your hand in hers. "You look enchanting, my darling," she purred, proud to have you by her side.

Karl Heisenberg

Stinky metal dilf here actually loves that you're so soft in contrast to his gruff and abrasive nature.

He hasn't had physical affection in a long time so having someone soft and warm to hold is new to him.

Karl is naturally protective over you, especially because he thinks you're fragile. I mean compared to whatever's in the village, the rest of the lords and Mother Miranda.

I bet you this man has tore down someone for you, he chopped them off limb by limb for insulting you.

I can't get enough of the dynamic you'd have. It's like the grumpy x sunshine trope, this man has a sharp tongue. Especially when you hear him insult Lady Dimitrescu.

This man has a soft spot for you, I'm pretty sure you're the only one who can make him take a bath after being all sweaty from working with machinery all day.

I feel like he has scars all of his body, especially his very toned back.

Doesn't mind you leaving scratches when you're in the bedroom

Alcina sometimes tries to piss him off by commenting at the fact that you are soft and dainty while Karl is just the opposite and offers you an opportunity to be with "Someone refined" (She ain't wrong).

It really is just to get to Karl's nerves.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Karl smirked, trying to play it cool, but you could see the admiration in his eyes. "Not bad, princess," he teased, pulling you into a hug. He whispered softly, "You're somethin' special, ya know?"

Donna Beneviento

You know Donna understands what it's like being insecure about looks but to her you're just perfect in every single way.

Donna just doesn't give a shit in a good way, she doesn't judge people based on their appearance. It's dumb and shallow.

Donna would absolutely adore making clothes for you or altering your current ones. It's a skill she's proud of and seeing you appreciate it makes her all the more in love with you.

Angie has made a few comments resulting in her getting kicked off into space but once Donna warms her about that and how you don't like it, she'll stop in respect towards you. Which is rare considering how Angie is.

Donna's personal style definitely helps contrast yours, though it's the opposite from your soft light colors.

Thinks you're so pretty, she's smitten. Even though yours are different from you, she still makes use of her skills to fit your clothing tastes.

I can just imagine her staring at you in awe as you spin around and show her how the dress she made fits you. I like to think she has your measurements memorized from head to toe.

She take one look at something and already know how it would fit on you or if she needs to alter.

You once asked her to make a doll that looks like the both of you (and Angie but like a smaller version that fits the doll's arms).

Donna entered your shared bedroom to find you but noticed something on the shelves. It was the dolls she made sitting against the book. She noticed how you positioned them. Holding hand while the tiny Angie replica was on the doll version of her's lap. Donna swore at that moment she was gonna melt.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Donna's expression softened as she saw you in the vintage lace dress. She held your hand, wordlessly conveying her affection and admiration.

Salvatore Moreau

God so help him, he was flabbergasted when he first heard about your insecurity. Literally why? Like you are just the most beautiful thing that walked the planet in his eyes.

He just worships the ground you walk on, he isn't as wealthy as the other lords but still, he give you his best efforts by carving you small trinkets out of wood.

Gifts you natural things he finds like crystals and whatnot.

Best of efforts when he comforts you. Sometimes he's too scared to physically touch you because he thinks he'll hurt you.

You're relationship is filled mostly by nature, despite the wasteland that surrounds your living area. It's hauntingly beautiful in it's own way. (Some of it I suppose)

Feels more at ease around you, think about how much he wanted to just make Mother Miranda proud of him, he's that with you but 10x more the effort.

His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:

Salvatore couldn't contain his delight at seeing you in the dress. "You're my beautiful water nymph princess!" he exclaimed, spinning you around with excitement.

Mother Miranda

You peeked her interest when she first saw you, I mean you're her complete opposite. She finds beauty in dark items and almost gothic stuff, so her taking an interest to you just made her even more curious.

She works a lot so gifts and trinkets to remind you of her are an occasional thing. I can just imagine you taming crows and she's just in awe.

Loyalty of crows means they leave you shiny trinkets and sometimes Miranda takes them for herself when she likes whatever they bring.

Again she's one to think you're fragile because of your style, you just look so cute and soft.

Nobody dares insult you, I mean if you really won the heart of Mother Miranda they are fucked if they even speak a little out of line.

Likes to keep you by her side despite working a lot. So you'd often be by her side during her meetings with the four lords and honestly you are such an eye candy.

Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:

Mother Miranda's composure remained regal, but her eyes showed approval. "You look exquisite" she acknowledged, holding your hand with reverence. To her, you were a jewel among mortals, deserving of admiration.

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whoopsyeahokay · 6 days

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October Sun

summary: the ability had manifested after your first semester of 7th grade. after the farmhouse cellar and the trail through the woods. after the EMTs and the policemen and Then Deputy Baxter. it was something you kept to yourself although you knew your mother had her suspicions. it made you more vulnerable to the things that go bump in the night, which was why you never used it. or so you thought.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence.

at last, the bbys have words! which means this is a long one 🕊️

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.9

The pulse between you and Wally flared to a fever pitch, swirling and cresting around you, into you, through you. One hand in your hair, fingers kneading; the other secure on your hip, supporting you firmly in his arms.

You wanted to bask in it forever, an intoxicating maelstrom of sensation, and all at once every pop ballad you'd heard growing up made sense. The kiss deepened and shallowed; a swipe of his tongue, twin gasps, a moan, then back in, hungry and untethered.

Wally placed you on the edge of the stage, careful, like a totem at an altar, his lips never leaving yours for more than a breath. He stood between your thighs, big hands roaming down your arms to your waist, hips, up again, fingers teasing under the hem of your t-shirt.

Gradually, the feeling of hot need now lessened, though didn't dissipate completely. Rather, it softened into something contented, manageable. Satisfied now that you and Wally were tangled in each other's space.

Thoughts filtered in through the thinning cloud; questions you had to ask; admissions you had to give, so you put a stalling hand on Wally's chest and nudged gently.

"Wait," You said, and now you knew what you sounded like after being ravished to oblivion, wow. "We need to talk."

Wally blinked his eyes open, sweet brown almost entirely eclipsed by arousal. His lips, kiss-plumped and red, turned up in a smile you couldn't help but mirror.

Even though you'd shunned reason and responsibility—had gone against a lifetime of rules and shared yourself with a ghost—you felt at peace for the first time in days.

"What's up, baby?" Wally asked, pressing his forehead to yours. He took your hands in his, fingers laced, and waited for you to speak. But as you were about to, a lightbulb seemed to blink on in his head and he straightened. "Hold up," his voice dropped to a panicked whisper. "If you don't want anyone else to know, we should get out of here or Mina—"

"Is on lunch—" you air quoted, "—for another thirty minutes. She goes twice a day, sits outside the door, eats the same ham and cheese her mom packed her, and smokes the same cigarette she stole off Miranda Paterson before rehearsal."

Wally gaped, "I~ did not know that." Then he frowned cutely, "How do you know that?"

"My mom." You admitted, "She graduated the same year Mina died and warned me about it before I started here. She actually witnessed Mina's first loop." You grimaced, "The benefits of a residual haunting, I guess."

"Residual haunting?"

As you spoke, you crossed your ankles at the small of Wally's back and guided him back to you, "Basically, the worst kind of loop the dead can get stuck in." A peck to his lips, "At least, in my opinion."

"You know a lot about this stuff, huh?" He asked through quick, dry kisses of his own, grinning smugly when you chased his mouth as he leaned away.

You blushed and licked your lips, watched in fascination as Wally tracked the movement before doing the same. He squeezed the curve of your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh, pulled you roughly against him, and nipped your lower lip.

"Tease," He said, rolling his hips against you so you could feel how worked up he was.

You moaned, the pulse flaring again, brief and bright, and oh hell no, you had to talk. Hoping to temper the connection back to a simmering second thought, you decided to answer Wally's question.

"My family has a long and unique history with the paranormal. According to my Nanna, we can trace it all the way back to the Arthurian Age." You punctuated your statement with a lingering kiss, separating on a sigh. "You make it really hard to concentrate."

You felt kind of dumb admitting that aloud and were relieved when Wally snickered, "Back at you, baby."

He stroked the back of his pointer finger down your cheek, gazing at you as if in worship. It was heady being on the receiving end of such a look, and you hoped he saw in your eyes equal awe and appreciation.

"How about we just—" He took a step backward, out of your space, and instantly the connection between you protested.

You whimpered, a grouchy kitten of a sound, and he reinserted himself between your legs, hands smoothing up your thighs to your hips where they rested.

"Or not." He said. After a lengthy pause, he asked, "Do you have any idea what this is?"

"Nope. And we have a pretty specific collection of books at home. I couldn't find anything that talks about what this—" You indicated between you and him, "—might be. I'm praying that there'll at least be something there about why I can't see Maddie." You hadn't meant to divulge that tidbit so casually, but there it was.

Wally was visibly shocked, "Hold up, you can't see Maddie?" You shook your head, "So. At the bus stop yesterday, you really had no idea she was there?"

Holy shit, "Maddie was there?!"

Not all ghosts were visible, true, but every ghost had an assortment of ways to signal their presence. And you hadn't received any of them. No niggling thoughts in the back of your mind or strange prickles up your spine or high-pitched ringing in your ears. Zero, zip, zilch, nada.

"Yeah, she followed you and, uh, What's His Name—"

"Simon." You supplied, distracted.

"Him, yeah. She followed you guys out there. Wanted to see if you knew something about what happened to her."

Casting your mind back to yesterday's conversation, you tried to recall if Simon mentioned anything worthwhile. Except, he hadn't wanted to talk about Maddie. Not initially, not until you brought her up. Simon had wanted to talk about, "Whether or not I can see ghosts..." You glanced up at Wally. "That can't be coincidence. What if Simon's like me and he just can't see Maddie, either?"

Wally gave you a sympathetic look, "Trust me, that guy can't see ghosts."

"And how would you know that?" You raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"I've been here for a while, pretty girl." For some reason, that fact made your heart ache, "You're the second person with a pulse I've seen who I ever thought might be able to see me back."

"Second?"

Wally stared at you, long and hard, as if anticipating the pieces would slot into place. When they didn't, he helped you along, "You don't really look like her, you know?"

"Ah, yeah, obviously." Your mother, who had been a freshman at Wally's final Homecoming game. Your eyes narrowed, "How do you know it was my mom?"

"Back then, I didn't. But, after what you mentioned, it doesn't take a genius." Wally chuckled. "She never talked to me. And I never felt like this with her." He emphasized his point by delivering a bruising, heated kiss, parting with a wet-sticky smack.

Dazed, "Yeah, pretty sure that's something she'd lecture me about if it happened before. At least we can rule out that it's a 'you thing'."

"Cool, so it's not me. What about you?" Wally said, expression calculating, "What's changed?"

You cocked your head, "What do you mean?"

This time, Wally kissed you softly before he said, "Babe, you've managed to ignore me for three years because neither of us felt desperate to climb into each other's skin. So...why now?"

He was right.

You were a little impressed and a lot turned on. Wally had always come across to you as a bit of a stereotypical jock: somewhat slow on the uptake, but well-meaning and full of heart. And muscle. And stop it right there, not the time!

It made you consider that, while there was this intense, driving connection between you both, you didn't really know Wally Clark that well at all. Yes, you'd observed Wally from afar for the duration of your high school career, but up until yesterday, you'd never spoken, never revealed personal secrets or interests or anything.

As far as you were aware, he liked football and football-related things, and you were pretty sure he had an equally shallow idea of what made you tick aside from being able to see dead people.

Saddened by the realization, you blurted, "What's your favorite color?"

Wally seemed adorably rightly confused, "What?"

You repeated, "Your favorite color, what is it?"

"Um, red. What's yours?"

"Purple." Some days. "Or dark orange." Sounded more accurate, but actually, "Mostly green, but not, like, neon or anything."

Wally pressed his lips together, suppressing a goofy smile for a couple of seconds before surrendering it. "That answer totally suits you." He bussed you on the nose, making you go cross-eyed for a moment, "Do colors mean something?"

"No," You shook your head lightly, twinkling, "I just thought we should probably get to know each other better if we're gonna be under the influence of random hedonist ghost energy."

"Do you think that's what's making your powers go on the fritz?" Wally wondered, his phrasing punching a laugh out of you.

"Nah, it's not as simple as a glitch in the Matrix. This shit doesn't get glitchy."

Taking him by the wrists, you led his hands behind you so that you were more fully encased in his arms, tucking your head under his chin and circling your arms loosely around his waist. You felt safe, wrapped up in him like that. Like nothing bad could or would ever happen to you again.

"Okay..." He said, picking through what information you'd given him so far. "If your ghost powers are working and it's not because of whatever's going on with us, maybe it's Maddie? Maybe you can't see her because she's new? She hasn't been dead as long as the rest of us, only since last Friday..."

"Uhm, yeah, also not how this works." You replied playfully, bumping the tip of your nose to his, "Trust me, it takes four minutes before a person goes from attached to their earthen vessel to haunting the science lab."

A wicked, ruthless moment for everyone involved.

The scar on your left hand itched, reminding you of the nightmare that had hauled you in and coughed you out of that farmhouse cellar. Where you'd discovered—down to the second—how long it takes a soul to disconnect from the living world and cross over.

You groaned, "Maddie can't be dead." A hill you would proudly die on because that was the only explanation that made any kind of sense.

Wally wasn't convinced, "She seems pretty dead to me. I can see her. Rhonda, and Charley, and the others can see her. No one else can."

Feeling like a parrot, you repeated, "And I can't. What if...What if she isn't dead? What if she's trapped?"

"You mean more trapped than the rest of us?"

The statement inspired a whole host of questions that you forced yourself to ignore for the time being.

"This is gonna sound insane—"

"You're literally talking to a ghost."

"Insane-er," You amended, "But Maddie could've slipped into an In Between somehow." You barely had an argument, the list of hypotheticals dismal against what knowledge you'd collected from various factual sources, but you weren't willing to let it go. "Look, death is a very direct journey from one plane to the next, no detours. But if she isn't dead, then it could be possible."

Wally's eyes seemed to be trailing an onslaught of thoughts as they traveled across his mind. "Okay, yeah, you're right, that sounds insane. What the hell is an In Between?"

"It's—" A distant metallic snap-shudder pierced the otherwise quiet theater, interrupting you. Before you were able to discern where it had come from, you felt a hand grab your shoulder from behind.

You gasped, knocked back into yourself, and when you looked up, you saw Wally in a state of bewilderment, standing with his mouth agape and eyes the size of dinner plates, at the end of the center aisle that's length now divided you.

A familiar, though markedly less friendly, voice demanded, "What are you doing in here?" and when you glanced over your shoulder, Mr. Anderson stared, hard and haggard, awaiting your explanation.

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PART EIGHT

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