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highlifeboat · 1 year

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In AUs, where Melony ended up with different members of the family, how do you think her relationship with Bela, Daniela and Alcina would be like?

I've definitely talked about Bela/Melon and Daniela/Melon before. But I can't find the post and I'm too lazy to look so...

Daniela/Melony:

Definitely a wholesome duo.

Melony is thriving, Daniela is so warm and soft and just comforting.

Sun and Moon thing going on.

Daniela would totally tease Melony all the time, for the sole purpose of getting her to blush because she thinks it's adorable.

The amount of face kisses Melony received would be astronomical.

Melony would always be making treats specifically for Daniela, because this woman definitely has a sweet tooth.

Heterochromic Queens.

Melony would probably feel the safest with Daniela, honestly.

Also Daniela encourages Melony's age regression/stimming and whatever and would make sure her bedroom is a safe space.

Melony probably wouldn't know how to handle Daniela dissociating very well at first, but she could learn and do her absolute best to help.

So much cuddling. Like. Constant.

Daniela would definitely kind of force Melony out of her shell more, which is a good thing.

They have a mutual love of childish things.

Melony tries to match Daniela's level of romance. She's succesful about 65% of the time.

Bela/Melony:

Depressed blonde babes unite.

The equivalent of These Two Gay Kids From Morel Orel, honestly

The fu ckin g HEIGHT DIFFERENCE??

They'd be such book nerds.

Melony would steal the honey jar out of the kitchen just for Bela.

Who's head lays in who's lap depends on which one sits on the couch first.

Melony and Bela: *Hold hands* *Blushing intensifies*

PDA is non existent, makes it hard to tell if they're dating or just really good friends (until Melony starts sleeping in Bela's room, and even then some people are like "And they were roommates.")

Honestly smooching outside of like... cheek/head kisses isn't much of a thing for them at all. They're more huggers/cuddlers.

THEM BATHING TOGETHER???

Or even just like... cuddling naked. They don't do anything, but it makes them feel closer

Snuggle all night, probably always wake up with one on top of the other.

Kinda looks like a mother and her daughter or siblings instead of a couple.

Alcina/Melony:

Say it with me: "MOMMY 👏 ISSUES 👏"

Alcina would like Melony because she finds her very endearing.

She just thinks the way Melony acts is cute.

Melony's feelings are very confusing.

What draws her to Alcina is that Alcina is somehow the complete opposite of her own mother, while managing to still be painfully similar to her.

The relationship is heavily influenced by the fact Melony still subconsciously takes Alcina's love as maternal, even if she doesn't know it.

It isn't that Melony doesn't love Alcina, either, but the line between maternal and romantic love is incredibly blurred in her mind.

Which... makes the idea that Melony would still very much have a mommy kink a little more complicated. But we won't talk about that.

Melony's phycological issues and mommy trauma aside, it's probably a very sweet relationship.

Alcina adores her little maid, and would provide her with anything she needed.

Melony's love language is just making Alcina oversized desserts. Like ones that are proportioned to her.

Honestly my only other issue is the age gap. Just kinda feels weird.

#in the words of princess carolyn ''you don't want a girlfriend you want a mommy you can slide your dick in and out of''#but without the... dicking down #asks #anons #oc melony

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6mommymilkers9 · 3 years

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If your comfortable with this, how would the four lords react to fem!reader being pregnant?

As soon as I read this, I knew I had to write it! Thanks for the request :)

The Four Lord's With A Pregnant S/O Headcannons

Alcina Dimitrescu

° Alcina is extremely ecstatic. Considering you both...lacked the necessary equipment to have a child of your own, it was planned, so it was nothing but happiness for the Lord and yourself.

° Lady Dimitrescu, having daughters of her own, knew nothing of how to care for an infant or child no more than the size of her calf. Her daughters were born from Cadou; this was something new. She won't say she was nervous, but her eyes told her lies.

° The pregnancy was a very 'on the fence' type. Life in the small village wasn't as boring as everyone thinks, so the constant excitement was a bit of a problem. Thankfully your daughters let their antics subside (The mom look Lady Dimitrescu gave them scared the shit outta them).

° With that, there were maids, of the highest order per Alcina's request, that took care of you. They had helped you walk around when your baby bump grew heavy, making you wobble. As well as with getting up the stairs and such. You never touched a single broom or dusk cleaner during this time.

° Alcina took care of you in the more intimate ways. Putting away her books and drama with Mother Miranda, she gave you her iconic smile as she helped you bathe or rub your back when it was a testing day. She always made sure you wore a face around her.

° Over all, she may be nervous, but absolutely in love with her unborn child, ready to see them any moment to spoil the hell out of them. It's mother instinct you know.

Salvatore Moreau

° Moreau, as soon as he heard the news, was scared AS SHIT! Before his mutations, he was a doctor, the birthing wasn't what bothered him. It was the part of "I'm a dad?"

° Only Mother Miranda knows how he landed you as a partner, but you carrying his child? Oh boy that was something new. Him being insecure, this made it worse, but at the same time made him happier than ever. All he ever wanted was a family, and looks like he was getting it, even if he had the personality of a wet towel.

° He would stalk up on books about parenting and pregnancy to help you at any point he physically or mentally could. Since he is physically disabled from his reactions to the Cadou, he isn't that much of help with walking around or such things of that sort. He is more than happy to help you talk your head off. Even if he can't speak well, he musters the longest conversations he could with you to get things off your mind.

° He gives you tons of offerings and gifts. If you mentioned you liked something, he would get it for you. Though, he found you much preferred to be wrapped in his coat on the large bed you two shared in the mines. He would smile everytime he walks in on you napping in his coat, his pride shows through.

° With his happiness, he worries about his child's conditions. Would they be the same as him? Would they have his same complications? With the little technology he had, he couldn't know the answer and that scared him.

° What he suffers from was preventable, he doesn't want his child to suffer from something they were born with. To him, he saw it as cruel. This ends up with you having to comfort him until you convinced him that whatever happened, your child would be loved the same. Things will be alright.

Donna Beneviento

° Well, it's the same concept with Lady Dimitrescu. It was planned with some help. Now, in contrast to Alcina, Donna had dealt with a small child, bearing her own. Do to an accident, her child passed away, which made her dive into her work as a doll maker.

° She was extremely scared. Not for you, but your baby. Her failure to protect her child in the past projected to her child now. What if she couldn't protect the baby? What would she do in an emergency? In summary, she is a big worrier.

° All the corners in the houses and sharp objects were child protected, and you were only in your first trimester! That's not the worst of it, she was always by your side. It sounds nice, but she was way too clingy. After some talking, she gave you room to breathe.

° As a doll maker, she also had a hobby of knitting clothes, making outfits for your child. They arranged from dinosaurs, to dolls, to even herbs. You watched as she knit and even tried it out for yourself. Let's just say you ended up with a deformed sleeve. You let Donna handle the clothing from then on.

°She is always there to comfort you in any way possible. If she is off for a meeting, she makes sure Angie stays with you to keep you company and help with anything you need. Angie sees you as her mother and treats you as such. She can't wait to see her new sibling.

° When you are in pain, you bet Donna is on her way to make some tea with special herbs to help with it. Her green thumb is something special in that garden of hers. You couldn't thank her enough. Better than a prescription from a doctor anyways.

°She and Angie take great care of you and make sure your needs and wants are met. You have two amazing people..and dolls by your side. Just wait until the little one arrives!

Karl Heisenberg

° He is on the fence about it, really. It's not like he doesn't want the child, but he doesn't have the best parental figures. He doesn't know if he would be a good father or not.

° Over time, he would ease up, listening to your encouraging words about your future family and events. Though he still has moments of doubt when he wanders around the factory to tend to the Soldats that were malfunctioning.

° He ain't soft and he ain't a sissy, but that facade is thrown down the drain when he would curl up behind you to wrap his arms around your baby bump and whisper to his unborn child. He isn't much of a singer, but he hums songs from his childhood against your bump, thinking the baby could hear him.

° Karl absolutely gushes over you and the baby when he can feel a kick. He can sense the strength the little one has already. "Atta champ! Just like your old man." He is going to drag for days to his machines about the strength of his child and how they will grow to be a great leader someday.

° He is overprotective as anyone could think. Especially when Mother Miranda is around. Her, thinking it's her grandchild, decided one day to pay a visit. Karl wouldn't have that, nearly tripping over his own feet to drag her ass to the bottom of hell's tunnel.

° No one is going to mess with you and he makes sure to everyone that is clear. The Soldats don't even try to bother you. In a factory of killing machines, you are the being they are most afraid to even look at. Just wait until your child is born. Those poor machines.

#resident evil 8 #resident evil headcanons #resident evil #resident evil village #karl heisenberg headcanons #karl heisenberg x you #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #tall vampire mommy #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x female reader #salvatore moreau #Salvatore Moreau x reader #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #mother miranda #Resident Evil Headcannons

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anxiousnerdwritings · 3 years

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yandere platonic headcanons for Lady Dimitrescu would be fun to read? 🦦💗

— for the yandere platonic Lady Dimitrescu, could you maybe include her daughters too? 🦦

Yandere Dimitrescu Family Headcanons (platonic)

Somehow you garnered Alcina’s complete and utter attention. Maybe you were a curious soul from the village who ventured too far into unknown territory, resulting in you ending up in the clutches of the Dimitrescu family. Or maybe you were nothing but an innocent baby who Mother Miranda entrusted to Alcina, only for her to form her own intense attachment towards you.

Either way, you are Alcina’s now and she and her daughters have no intentions to ever allow you to leave them. You’re family and family always comes first.

Alcina Dimitrescu

You would become the apple of Alcina’s eye. You’re her baby now, her world and she has no plans to ever let you go. She’ll absolutely love and adore you. You won’t ever have to go with out. She will give you anything and everything you could ask for, just not your freedom or own free will. But that’s alright! Who needs free will when you have mother who would do absolutely anything for you.

Alcina will have a say in everything concerning you. She wants nothing but the best for you, it’s the least you deserve for being so precious. And she’ll be damned if you get anything less than perfection. Sure, she can be pretty controlling but it’s only because she truly knows what is best for you. She is the only one who knows what’s best for you.

Much like your “sisters”, she will expect nothing but complete obedience and overall submission from you. She won’t tolerate any kind of misbehavior or acting out. Alcina has high expectations for her family and your no exception but she can be a little more lenient with you. She loves and cares for you deeply and nothing could ever change that but she’s not letting your unsavory behavior ruin her family fantasy.

Alcina is very protective of you. You’re her baby, how could she not be? You’re place is always by her side, usually holding your mother’s hand or onto her dress. More times then not she’ll just scoop you up in her arms and carry you around wherever she goes. She usually has you sit in her lap or next to her, anywhere you can be as close as possible. She can’t bare being separated from her darling for too long, her mind will start racing full of worries. She needs to have you close, where she knows you’re safe and sound. She’d go as far as having you stay in her own room with her. Hell, your sisters will all end up staying in there too.

Alcina doesn’t take well to seeing you interact with anyone who isn’t her or your sisters. She only wants you in the company of family at all times and if she sees otherwise then she’ll quickly intervene. Or your sisters will if she’s not there to do so. And they are more than willing to teach whoever is trying to take their precious new sibling’s attention from them a lesson they’ll never forget. At least until that person is ripe enough to be dinner.

Speaking of which, your sisters will be her eyes and ears when she can’t be with you, although that’s rare. They’re always trailing after you, keeping a very close eye out and watching over you when Alcina cannot. Even when you think you’re finally alone, you never truly are.

Alcina doesn’t really like to punish you, she prefers to spoil you rotten with affection and gifts, but if she sees fit then she will. She usually grounds you, which consists of locking you in your room until you’ve realized your wrong doings and are ready to apologize. Or until you’re begging for your mother and sisters to let you out, running straight into their arms when they do so. They may even go as far as to put you in the dungeons for a time, at least until you’ve learned your lesson.

You will never be allowed to leave the castle. Maybe on rare occasions, Alcina will take you for a stroll out and about, but you aren’t allowed anywhere on your own. Besides, you’ll have all the more time to spend with your dear sisters. Isn’t that great? Of course it is! After all, you love your sisters, don’t you?

Alcina loves to dress you up! She’ll style your hair, playing with it however she likes. She’ll even do your makeup, whether you want her to or not. And your sisters are all there to lend their help as well. If they have to hold you in place just so Alcina can do what she wants then so be it. She may just let you wear her hat if you behave.

If anything were to ever happen to you, no matter how small and non life threatening it is, Alcina would be out for blood. More so than she already is. She and the girls will blame any and everyone else for whatever has befallen their precious baby. And someone will pay for it. It doesn’t matter if it was an accident or if it was your own clumsy fault. Blood will be shed.

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela is the oldest of Alcina’s daughters and the most adoring towards their new sibling. All it takes is Alcina caring about you for Bela to care all the same. It doesn’t take long for her to fall into step with her mother’s own intense attachment.

She’s the one Alcina trusts the most to watch over and protect you when she’s away. And Bela takes her role very seriously. She won’t let you out of her sight no matter what. You can try and run. You can try and hide but she’s always the first one to find you. Even when you think you’ve put even the smallest bit of space between the two of you she’s right there to take all that hope away.

Bela wants you to be very dependent on her. Not as dependent as you are on Alcina but enough for her to have some extra control over you. She’ll be the closest to you, becoming your confidant and best friend. As much as she loves and cares for you and she does, she would also use this as a way to get information to keep track of what’s going on when neither she or Mother are around. As rare as it is that doesn’t mean you don’t still have your secrets. No matter how small and insignificant they can be.

She would devote the most time and attention to you out of all the sisters. They all devote a lot of their time and attention but Bela does so the most. She wants to be a good older sister for you because it’s what you deserve, that’s what Mother has instilled in her head.

Alcina has given only Bela permission to punish you out of all the sisters. She’s the one who can be trusted not to scare or hurt you too terribly but enough to get the point across. You’ll be sure to learn your lesson if you know what’s good for you.

Bela sincerely wants to do right by you as a sister but she also wants to do right by Alcina as a daughter. She’ll be conflicted but undoubtably go along with what Mother wants. But she’ll always come back around to comfort you and be a sister to you.

All the sisters love to play games with you. Their favorite games to play are tag and hide n seek. Especially when you’re the prize. They’ll give you a head start, counting all the while and then they’re all off to find you. Bela is the one who usually finds you first. She knows all your hiding spots and all the places you would ever think of going to in the castle.

The one who finds you first gets to have you all to themself for the rest of the day. That is unless Mother comes in to sweep you away. If you win then they’ll let you go outside, all by yourself. At least that’s what they say. But you haven’t won so far and they don’t ever plan on you ever winning. It’s not like they would let you out even if you did.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra isn’t as quick to take to you as her sisters are but if Mother says your family now then you’re family. She will eventually fall into line with Alcina and her sisters’ intense attachments towards their new family member. Especially if you’re quite affectionate. She and her sisters all melt for even the smallest amount of affection you have to offer.

The sisters already compete for Alcina’s love and favoritism but now they’ll compete even harder for yours. They each want to be your favorite sister. They want to be the one you have a high regard for, who you would choose to run to first. The bragging rights are only a bonus.

Cassandra is said to be more sadistic out of her sisters and that’s very true. She’s never like that with you though. No, she and Daniela spend most of their time terrorizing anyone who tries to get too close to you. You don’t need friends or anyone else for that matter. All you will need is your sisters and mother.

She likes spending whatever time she can with you. The sisters are never not fighting over who gets to have their time with you first. They’re rarely ever content with having to spend time with you all together. More times then not you’ll end up in a game of tug of war with them. You being the one stuck in the middle. Usually, Alcina would have to step in and make it right but now the girls started playing their games, resulting in you becoming their makeshift prize.

You’re never without at least one of the girls. And much like they’re mother they have you glued to their sides. Or rather they’re glued to your side. You’re able to do whatever you please around the castle when you’re not with Alcina as long as the girls are there to keep an eye on you. But Cassandra is the worst. She’s the one more likely to attack and torment whoever is around you. The person doesn’t even have to be doing anything in regards to you for Cassandra to go off on them.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela is elated to have a new baby in the house. It doesn’t matter how old you are you’ll always be their baby. And she can’t wait to cause some trouble with you. Bela tries to supervise any and all of Daniela’s time with you because she knows Daniela will no doubt get you into trouble. She just wants to make sure she doesn’t get you hurt or anything.

Out of the three sisters, Daniela and Cassandra are the most troublesome. They’re more likely to teach you bad habits and encourage you to act out on them. At least with the castle staff, otherwise you’re on your best behavior for you sisters and Mother.

Daniela is the most selfish out of the sisters. She’s the youngest, she believes she deserves more than her sisters and that includes more of her new precious sibling. She wants her new sibling all to herself. She doesn’t want to share you with Bela and Cassandra.

Daniela loves to bring you things. Sometimes they’re nice and wonderful and other times they’re disturbing and will keep you up at night. Don’t get attached to anyone or anything and you may not end up getting a piece of them as your next ‘gift’.

She’s probably the most affectionate, always having to hang off and be touching you in some sense of the word. She just likes to be close to you, they all do. But Daniela is the worse among them. More times then not you will wake up to her cuddled up next to you in your bed. At least the rare times you’re allowed to sleep in your own room. Soon enough, Bela and Cassandra will file in as well, taking their places wherever they can stay as close to you as possible.

All the sisters have a habit of taking your belongings and keeping them to have a part of you. Especially your jewelry and clothes. The girls will wear them if it means they can be and feel closer to you. Daniela being the worse one.

You’ll probably never get back your missing things from your dear sisters. Hell, you’ll probably never see them again, that is unless the girls are wearing them. Or if those certain belongings of yours have lost your scent or warmth. The girls also very much love to bask in their new sibling’s smell. And the feel of your warmth only ensures the sisters’ closeness towards you.

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jmalchanceux · 2 years

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You are pregnant (Headcanon) - Donna Beneviento

- You live together less than a year when she broaches the subject, Donna simply loves seeing you with Angie and how patient and loving you are with the doll she considers a daughter, she has imagined several times what you would be like with a baby, a child of yours and hers. She casually asks you if you want to have children someday and when you answer yes, the doll maker becomes quiet, thoughtful;

- She asks Mother Miranda for help so that she could get you pregnant, some modifications cadou allowed her to do this, you were surprised by the phallus when decided to have fun between four walls but you didn't think it was fertile and didn't worry about protection, she didn't warn either;

- In the following weeks she became more clingy and sweet than she usually is, Donna massages your feet before bed, prepares you herbal baths, cooks anything you want to eat and you attribute the weight you gain in a few months to this, but then came nausea and dizziness that hit you morning after morning like a punch in the stomach, you believe you are sick and strange the smile she gives you, as if you had said something silly, after that you have an ugly discussion about how she tricked you and got pregnant without consent;

- The relationship gets awkward at first, but you can't resist the doll maker who continues to pamper you and talk to the baby all night, lots of affectionate moments that quickly bring you two back together again, by the end of the third month you are totally reconciled. Donna and Angie can't stop talking about baby names, they have many ideas and both believe it's a boy, since you have no way to find out the gender even with Miranda there are no options left but to wait for the surprise;

- Donna has always wanted a family since she lost all her relatives at a young age and didn't think about the consequences of getting you pregnant without consent, so absorbed in the idea that she could start her dream family with you that she didn't even realize she was committing a kind of abuse, for several months she begged for an apology even though you had already told her that you forgive her and cried in your lap several times for it, in the end you both came to an agreement that a much desired child came at the right time although in the wrong way;

- There is a room left over where the baby's room would be, but Donna insists that the crib be in your room so that you could be close and meet all the child's needs, Angie wanted one too and with much difficulty you convinced her to sleep in her own room. Anyway, the other room has been decorated with autumn colors and there is a musical mobile above the furniture with several plush toys, created by Heinseberg, you also got a blanket embroidered by Lady Dimitrescu herself, the two siblings are excited about the arrival of their nephew, just like your wife and adopted daughter they faithfully believe it will be a boy;

- The Dimitrescu sisters, on the other hand, are betting that the baby is a little girl and they have learned to sew dolls like their aunt, creating a copy of each family member that have been placed on the bookshelf in the bedroom along with the children's books they have given away. Salvatore also thinks is a little girl and couldn't wait to spoil her as he does his other nieces. Mother Miranda doesn't take much interest in the child beyond the expectation that it will be a successful mutation cadou;

- At seven months you still don't have everything planned, there isn't even a birth plan, but when your waters break prematurely during a dinner at the Dimitrescu castle you are forced to deliver your baby in one of the rooms of the luxurious residence, Heinseberg and Salvatore take care of the girls while Alcina helps Mother Miranda bring your baby into the world;

- The labor is long and exhausting, Donna doesn't leave your side for a second and fills you with words of encouragement, praise, and thanks for bringing your heir into the world, after hours and the scare of a premature birth a baby so small it could fit in a shoebox comes into the world, a healthy little girl named Caterina Beneviento.

(Caterina is one of several variations of the name Catherine/Katherine and means "pure", Donna would love the meaning itself and how sweet and chic it sounds, principally with her last name)

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dmc-tings · 3 years

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Part 2

The Four turning on Mother Miranda

They met at the church...

Alcina was sitting in her chair, but she wasn't sitting tall...

Donna was sitting in an empty pew... looking at her hands, her veil off

Angie was sitting next to her, with their loved ones coat, wrapped around her

Moreau, upset, was pacing back in forth in the darkness

"Where is he!!? This was his idea!"

The three waited

Heisenberg was at his Factory, talking to both Chris Redfield and Ethan Winters

"And that's why I... the Four needs your help." He looked at the two men infront of him, "Both of your help..."

Chris exchanged a look with Ethan, turning to Heisenberg, he asked, "How do we know it's not a damned trap?"

Heisenberg opened his mouth, but before he could answer, Ethan barked, "What changed!? You wanted to use my daughter as a damned weapon!"

Heisenberg pulled out the locket his love gave to him, opened it and shoved it into the men's faces

"THIS IS WHY!" He shook with fury, "SHE TOOK MY CHILDHOOD AWAY FROM ME!! MY LIFE, MADE ME WORK UNDERNEATH HER!!" His voice wavered, lowering, and cracking, "All of that doesn't amount up to that Bitch, killing the one thing I loved infront of me... She did the same to the other three... Please... Rose is no part of this new plan. But you'll have our help with rescuing her..."

Chris looked at the ground, he wanted to get Rose... but now, Heisenberg is making this waaay more personal

Ethan stood next to Chris, for once, quiet

Both men understood what it was like to have someone you cared or loved, to be killed in front of you...

"Fine. We'll hear you out. But if we suspect any foul play, I won't hesitate to have my team blow all of us sky high."

Heisenberg let out a sigh of relief

He led them to the meeting place: The Church

Alcina stood seeing the trio, she like the others where gripping the flasks that held Rose

"Are they going to help?" She looked at her brother

Heisenberg nodded, then explained the plan to everyone

"And that's it... you get Rose, and the BSAA gets the Mutamycete..."

Chris eyed the Four, keeping himself close to Ethan

"How do you know the plan is going to work? What makes you think Miranda is just going to fall into this trap?"

"The woman is clever... But dumb when it comes to her child." Moreau countered

"She was able to infiltrate The Winters' home and pose as Ethan's wife. Just to get close to Rose. It'll work." Angie spoke, glaring at the raven haired man

Chris looked at Ethan, the man was shaking, now holding all of the flasks containing his daughter

"I dont care... I just want my daughter back... and Mia, if we can find her... Lets just get on with this." He growled looking at the Four

Heisenberg looked at Chris, "Does this mean your going to help?"

Heaving a sigh, the soldier nodded, "Yes. You kept your promise, and didn't harm us." He turned away and radioed his team, explaining the change of plan

Ethan sat down, away from everyone, looking at the flasks, he was mumbling something to them

Angie looked up at Heisenberg, "Can we trust them? I mean..."

Moreau looked at his siblings, "We have to. This is the only way to avenge them! Your loved ones and mine... (They)ment the world to me... and..." he broke, growing silent

Heisenberg walked over and put a hand to Moreau's back, "I know... We all feel the same. But you have to follow the plan..."

Alcina nodded, "And then what? We'll be free of her..."

Donna waved her hand, "It doesn't matter. We'll have our revenge..."

The Four looked at one another in silence

Chris finished radioing his team, "Alright. Their moving into position."

The plan was for Ethan to "fight and kill" the Four as MM intended, but faking their deaths up to the point of the resurrection of Rose. It was the only way to get the baby back whole. Then Alpha Team would move in after the Four revealed themselves alive and delt with Miranda.

It was flawless, with MM thinking they were dead, it would give them a little bit of time to regroup

Though, Chris suggested that he still blow up the Factory, to make Miranda really believe Heisenberg was gone

The grease monkey agreed, knowing that the explosion was going to give them more time

The one thing no one planned for was Ethan being killed, the man risked his life for his child and this further enraged the Four

After finding the Mutamycete,Chris planted an explosion, then proceeded to find Miranda, running into Mia, whom he sent with Hound Wolf Squad

He met up with the Four, and they all made their way to Miranda

Though Ethan, angry and "alive" faced Miranda, aiming for her face with his trusty handgun

After a shot from Chris, Ethan retrieved his daughter

Miranda, enraged, tried to rush the man, only to be stopped by Alcina

"What are you doing, Foolish-"

Fury shone on the Draculina's face, "You killed the ONE person I truly cared about. I was LOYAL to you!!"

A sickening crack was heard, though Miranda didn't screech

Donna was next, sending a squad of dolls after the woman

The greedy little monsters clawed and mauled the woman, as best the could

Moreau unleashed his hellish form, sending grotesque acid towards the woman, melting her legs to the floor

Heisenberg was the last, he didn't waste time sending an iron bar threw the woman's head

Chris looked to Ethan, the man was dying...

But looked like he could at the very least make it to the helicopter

He lifted the male to his legs, then looked at the Four

"I... you all are more than welcome to come with us... The bomb I planted, will explode... making this place non existent..."

The Four looked at Chris and Ethan

Ethan gave them a weak smile, silently encouraging them

Then they looked at one another

Alcina spoke first, "How... we don't know how to live in your world..."

"Irrelevant. You can all learn." Chris spoke

Heisenberg stepped forward, taking helping Ethan stand up right

"Im going. (They) wanted to show me as much as (they) could... for (them) Im gonna go."

Donna stepped forward, Angie at her side, and gently took Rose, so the two men beside Ethan could hold the blonde up

"I... im going too..." she whispered, Angie nodded vigorously in agreement

Moreau looked at his hands, but nodded at Ethan and Chris

"I... I would like to leave this place as well..."

Alcina looked at her "siblings"

"I will get my daughters..."

Chris nodded, handing her a beacon, "When your ready, just light this. Well pick you up, and then blow this place away..."

After retrieving the Draculina and her daughters, Chris led everyone to safety. Away from the BSAA and their old home, the Four where given two choices:

Live and lead lives as normal as possible

To help Hound Wolf Squad rid the world of the BSAA and other Bio-Weapons

#resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil #salvatore moreau #donna beneviento #lady dimitrescu #chris redfield #ethan winters

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Wounded Love (Lady Dimitrescu/F!Reader) Pt. 3

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for blood/violence and language Genre: Action with a lil bit of fluff Warnings: Lil bit of blood Notes: There's an unnamed character in here who may or may not end up as recurring in my stories. I don't really have anything in particular planned for her, she's kinda just here to fill a role/allow for some easter egg type shit in the next chapter. Previous Chapters: Pt. 1, Pt. 2

{Wounded Love 3: Bloody Valentine (No, not that Valentine)}

“Mother Miranda, I must insist, if these lycans stray any further they might start feasting on the village as well! Pray tell, who will you use for research then? We can’t just-... Forgive me… Mhmm. Yes, I understand. Of course… Have a good night, Mother Miranda,” Lady Dimitrescu said, before setting her phone down with a loud thunk. Her hands shake a little, and for a moment you worry that her vanity won’t survive the coming moments. Then you make eye contact with her reflection, giving her an encouraging smile, watching as her gaze softens. “I’m afraid there’s nothing she can do, my dear. I cannot allow Heisenberg’s negligence to go unpunished, but we will have to take care of it on our own, without Mother Miranda’s support.”

“Is that wise, love? To go behind her back like this? I can’t imagine she’ll be terribly pleased if we cause chaos for one of her favored few,” you replied, clicking your tongue as you thought things over. Again you see anger cloud Alcina’s face, though she makes sure not to direct it at you.

“We are not the ones who started this mess,” she reminded you, through clenched teeth. “But we will be the ones to end it, one way or another. I don’t care if I have to gut that wretched man-thing and bring Miranda his corpse as proof of his incompetence! He has shown his lack of loyalty hundreds of times… and now he will pay.” Gulping, you rise to your feet, wanting to comfort your girlfriend. While you had understood that your injury angered her, you hadn’t (until this moment) realized the sheer intensity of that rage. How much blood would be shed before this was over?...

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Crimson drips down the beast’s side, across matted fur, before hitting the wooden floor. A stench as awful as you had ever found filled the air, only made tolerable by the nearby presence of scented candles. What a mess, you think, glad that you wouldn’t be the one to clean it up. Why had the girls insisted on bringing the damn thing inside? Couldn’t they have simply snatched a few teeth from its jaw as a prize? Somehow you doubted that the thought had even crossed their minds. Violence was a passion of theirs, and they preferred their trophies to be as large as the effort they put into getting it.

“How close to the path did you find it?” You asked after finishing your examination of the lycan. Next to you, the eldest daughter is rapidly taking notes in a leather-bound journal. Both of her siblings stand near the fireplace, hands held out next to the flames, needing to warm up after being outside for so long. It wasn’t even that cold of a day, with temperatures averaging around eighteen degrees celsius. All the snowfall from the prior week had now melted. While you knew of the family’s weakness, you also knew that they had bundled up before leaving, and had even taken a torch with them in the hopes of using it on a lycan. Their powers had taken somewhat of a hit, temporarily, but not nearly enough to prevent them from killing a single lycan.

“Heard it howling almost as soon as we left the castle. We couldn’t smell it until halfway to the village, though. Once we could we tried to track it, only for the stupid thing to come charging at us. Must have been eight, maybe ten, meters away by the time we collided,” Cassandra answered. There’s a bit of a shiver to her voice, and you can’t help the rush of sympathy you feel in response. Being out on the path, wearing little more than a dress and scarf, had been absolute hell for you. Even if it was warmer outside now, you imagined that being weak to the cold just about made up for the difference. “There was a little more howling once we started walking back here. Louder, if not closer. Heisenbitch isn’t even trying to keep these fucking things in check.”

“Cassandra, language!” Came a voice in the distance, making everyone present look up at once. Strutting down the stairs was a clearly miffed Alcina, eyes narrowed, body tense. “Did you three really have to bring the mutt inside? Surely you advocated against this, Bela? Or did you think I wanted new bloodstains right by the entrance, where everyone can see them?” Next to you Bela winces, but doesn’t respond, too worried about angering her mother further. “And you, my dear, what on Earth are you doing on the floor? You should be resting, in an actual chair, if not lying in bed awaiting my return. There’s enough for me to worry about without you limping around on a useless leg!”

Now it was your turn to wince.

“Please, love, I know you’re stressed, but I can still help. Given enough time I could help ascertain these things’ weaknesses. At the very least I could pass on what I learned during my fight with one,” you pleaded. Then you tried to stand up, wanting to prove yourself, only to stumble, barely avoiding a faceplant- and only doing so because of Bela’s quick reaction time. She helped you to your feet, letting you lean on her, then lead you towards a bench. Begrudgingly you sit back down. “You’re only doing this because I got hurt. Helping you in your endeavor to avenge me is the least I can do.”

“Don’t be foolish,” Alcina snapped, now just a couple meters away from you. Even with that space between you, her presence was intimidating, and you almost felt like a child being scolded. “Were you to get hurt again, how would we avenge you? If you fall by your own hand, there will be naught I can do other than lock you away somewhere without any dangerous elements. What sort of existence would that be for you? I simply can’t allow it, no exceptions.” At this you pout, feeling rather disappointed. It’s not as if you were asking to carry a gun and shoot Heisenberg yourself! Not that you would be opposed to doing so, of course. “Try to put yourself in my place, my dear. Could you live with yourself if you failed to protect me?”

“I suppose I could not, love. Very well, I shall simply root you on from here, and kiss away any injuries you return with,” you replied, at last giving in. Then you found yourself smiling… and on the receiving end of a very soft forehead kiss. “Nothing will separate us, my love. None can tear apart that which the universe has stitched together.”

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“Like I said, my Lady, I already want him dead. Did you really think that your family was the only one to suffer because of his machinations? I know half a dozen people who would love to put a bullet in that fucker’s skull, bare mims,” the huntress said, white teeth showing in her half-smirk. There was an odd coolness to her voice, like this whole ordeal was just another job, and you couldn’t help but feel uncertain about her. Could she really be the solution to Alcina’s problem? You couldn’t even judge her arsenal, considering she had been instructed to come unarmed. After all, she was a hunter of monsters, with a sizable history to her name. If not for her hatred of Heisenberg, you would never have felt comfortable letting her come within two hundred meters of your girlfriend.

“How can I be sure that you’ll succeed? The last thing I want is to have that wretched man-thing come crawling out of the filth he lives in, angry and coming for vengeance,” Alcina responded, scrutinizing gaze locked on the huntress.

“Didn’t Duke give you my file? Or at least read the good bits out loud? I’ve been in my fair share of scraps, with all sorts of bioweapon mutant freaks. Besides, I don’t plan on leaving any receipts behind. If he manages to survive, which is already one hell of an if, there’s no way he can prove that you asked me to do it. Considering he’s already seen my face, and knows I want him dead… yeah, he won’t bother accusing you, not when I’m in the picture, and certainly not when you’ve got such a big reputation for following Mother Miranda’s word down to the very last letter. So, you gonna make this official, or what?” The huntress asked, gesturing her arms wide. Although you’re still not convinced, Alcina nods quietly, seeming ready to make her decision. Regardless of how you feel about the stranger in front of you, you’re more than willing to support your girlfriend in whatever she planned.

“Very well, huntress. Show us just what you’re capable of.”

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Flames licked at her heels, even as she charged forward, tickling like hot breaths against her skin. Behind her half a dozen lycans roared and screeched in unison. Smoke and ashes flew upwards, into the air, but could not poison her lungs, not when she had come prepared. Still, the mask was not as easy to breathe in as she had hoped, making her chest heave with effort at each intake of air. Good thing I’ll be gone soon, she thought, sparing a glance behind her as she ran. Dozens of trees were aflame, and countless glowing eyes watched from between the branches. They wouldn’t be there for much longer, not with what she had done.

Soon enough an explosion would shake the Earth. Then, finally, both the lycans who had killed her father and the man who desecrated the remains would be dead. And if a certain countess happened to pay her for her services? All the better, really. Funerals could be expensive, especially in such a remote village. More than that… there was no guarantee that she’d be able to outrun Mother Miranda on her own. A little money would make the flight out a hell of a lot nicer.

Assuming she made it that far. There was another scream behind her, this one more human, though somewhat warped by mechanics. It wasn’t a pained cry. No, it was filled with rage. Clearly Heisenberg had come out of his lair, hearing the fireworks, finding his scrap metal and werewolf army in chaos. From the sound of things- metal against metal, electricity crackling- he was coming her way.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” She muttered, desperately trying to get to higher ground. Even if the lycans succumbed to the overwhelming fire, it wouldn’t be hard for their leader to overcome. But the huntress was still too close to her explosives to risk activating the detonator. Just a bit farther, she thought, ignoring the way her lungs ached. Rocks kicked up with every step, loud enough to be heard from a distance, and made traction harder to keep. In the end she had to scramble to get up the side of a short cliff. A few scrapes appeared on her hands, making her curse under her breath.

But with one last movement, pulling herself up with both arms, she was finally far enough to be relatively safe. In one clean second she turned around, pulled the detonator out of its pouch and clicked the trigger. Just like that, a forest blazing turns into a mushroom cloud of pure hellfire. The setting sun makes for a beautiful backdrop, and the sight almost brings a tear to the huntress’ eyes. For a few moments she just enjoys the view. Then, without hesitation or remorse, she starts to walk away, mentally congratulating herself for a job well done.

Until something shoots past her head with terrifying speed. Before she can react another sharp piece of metal flies past her, grazing her arm, and there’s a blood-curdling roar from behind her. Then she’s running, fast as she can, pulse pounding harder than it ever has. One hand goes to the rifle on her back, pulling it out as quickly as she can. The area is rocky, with plenty of outcrops, perfect to hide behind (assuming there weren’t any hidden metal deposits). Quickly she ducks behind one, crouching to keep her head out of sight. Mere milliseconds later another metal spike slams into the ground just beyond her cover.

In the distance, more screams pierce the air, and something heavy drags itself across the ground. It almost sounds like a tank rolling through the woods. The thought alone worries the huntress, but she had never been one to let her fear control her. So she double checks her rifle, adjusts the scope, and pops out of cover. Less than a second later she has her target in her sights. It’s Heisenberg, for sure, more metal than man, but dripping with red. One press of the trigger sends a bullet straight for his ugly head. Unsurprisingly, it’s not enough to pierce his cranium, instead making him mad as hell.

Which is why automatic guns were invented, probably. The huntress holds the trigger down this time, though briefly, before dashing to the next piece of cover. She repeats the process a few times, hoping to kill the man before he could climb the cliff she stood on. If he managed to get up there with her… no, she couldn’t think about that, not now. She had to focus.

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Hidden among the trees, the Dimitrescu sisters watched as plumes of smoke rose in the distance. Even though they had been aware of the huntress’ plan, they hadn’t expected this much carnage. It was certainly exciting! But they really couldn’t see much from where they were. Getting closer was probably a horrible idea, and yet Cassandra shared a meaningful look with Daniela. A split second later they were forming a swarm, rushing into the trees, leaving their elder sister to yell after them.

“Mother’s going to kill me,” Bela said, before rolling her eyes and following. Maybe she could at least keep them out of trouble?... Probably not.

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Metal hands wrap around the huntress’ throat, squeezing hard, but do not twist or otherwise break their prey. No, Heisenberg does not intend to end this that quickly. This rodent had taken so much from him, set his plans back by decades. He was going to kill her slowly. When she still fights back, pulling a knife from her boot and trying to stab whatever she can reach, he does little else but laugh. It’s a crazed cackling that echoes through the surrounding rocky hills.

Just barely loud enough to drown out the sound of insects buzzing.

“Fuck that guy!” Someone shouted, right as a sickle descended upon the monstrous Heisenberg’s neck. The first slice isn’t enough to sever the connection, which is why it’s immediately followed by a second, from another sister, then a third, from the eldest, that finally does the job. Just like that the hands release from the huntress’ throat, and she gasps for air. Coughs leave her distracted as the sisters move to surround her. “Good thing we wanted to see the show up close and personal, eh?” Daniela asked, twirling her sickle with a little giggle.

“You idiots are just lucky I followed you,” Bela added, glaring at her sister. Internally, she was relieved that the end result was a success. Still, she worried about what her mother would think, and certainly didn’t intend to voice her satisfaction at delivering the killing blow. “Now let’s get back, before mother assumes the worst and comes to get us herself.” Sighing, she extends a hand to help the huntress up. Though their mutual enemy had been defeated, there was still much to be done. Who knew how Mother Miranda would react? Who, if anyone, would take Heisenberg’s place? There was plenty to be unsure about, and Bela let her mind wander the whole way back, hoping that things would only get better from here...

#lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #I know the reader didn't have a big part in this #but don't worry next chap will have a bigger part #partially cuz reader's leg will actually be a bit better by then #gotta give time to heal!!!

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house-foxglove · 3 years

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Umbrella Pantheon

So i adore and love the god au for re8 by @booaghost and the art is DOPE. and my adhd/hyperfixation has decided this is the only thing now and have written my own headcannon for it. I especially like the minor/obscre characters like the sword maiden, Urias, the guy who made the dagger, and the guy who made the labrynths. (Leagăn refers to the expanded kingdom that was the Village) But right now here’s what i got for the Four Lords, Miranda, The Dark God, and the 3 Sisters: The Black God / It that Remembers / Necros / The Grimm Egg

A primordial god, not a conscious being but one of a strange and eldritch nature that rests below Leagăn the cradle of the creature. It wishes to be linked and to be known by every living thing, it cares not what is done with the power siphoned from it, only that it is gifted or taken at all. Curses dead flesh to rise again, and curses already living bodies to undergo horrible change. All under its sway that die turns into calcified crystal that in turn wields properties that could harm beings of Necros even further.

Mother Miranda / The Winged Mother / The Hag

Gifts divinity to those she finds worthy, they in turn gift divinity in their image, but she maintains absolute order in the hierarchy of the divine. She was the first among those in Leagăn to inherit divinity and when not attending to her divine duties she roams the countryside seeking those who would be worthy of divinity. But as of late she has been getting impatient, none of the other gods have been able to match her power and she is getting tired of their, in her eyes, wasted efforts.

Donna Beneviento (Berengario) / Goddess of Day and Night - Joy and Sorrow - Comedy and TragedyA silent goddess who only speaks on rare occasions. Her domain is the Theater and her throne and workshop at Mount Teatru’s peak. Due to her agoraphobia and aversion to humanity she solely works with non-living materials which gain their own life. Some of these mannequins and other living creations break off in their own passion causing joy and/or sorrow wherever they tread. Only a few humans are allowed near the theater and those who come too close to the peak are lost.

Salvatore Moreau (Nichola) / God of the Sea and Healing / The Vile PhysicianThe most meek of the gods who is self conscious of his divinity. He didn’t think he was worthy of it in the first place and dislikes the separation from humanity. People pray to him for safe passage on the ocean as well as healing illnesses. His fins are rumored to be a cure-all, but it takes canny or a great amount of trust in order to get one from him. He responds to any prayers he can but doesn't like making a show of it. When he does take on his human form he will attend a variety of plays and productions as well as attending different shows Donna has been concocting and is easily delighted by all of them. Frequently takes on the form of a mer-man or an anglerfish-like sea monster, as staying him his human form takes much energy to focus on.

Karl Heisenberg (Guglielmo) / God of Creation and Defiance / The Dark Prometheus

A spiteful god and one that encourages all humanity to rebel against higher powers and to break chains. Similar to the Duke, Karl will provide upstart adventurers and mundane folk with the tools to defeat obstacles placed by gods and even minor deities, but if they fail they are to be bound to him. He will allow them to succeed up to a certain point, so far as what he truly wanted accomplished is done so. The whole quest is a trick. All of those who fail fall back into his arms in defeat and shame and agree to join him. He holds no true love for his “siblings” but finds traits about them admirable. If they would join his side that would allow a chance for a bond to truly be forged between them, but he knows they are too enamored with their divinity and their mother to turn against her. He takes on the form of a clockwork horse or a centaur.

Alcina Dimitrescu (Cesare)/ Goddess of Harvest and Debauchery / Dragon of the Mountain

The most Prideful of the gods who was proud even before she was raised by divinity. Before she was a god she originally had three daughters that were killed by an assassin from the village below her castle. She then beat the man with a candlestick and choked him to death. But when she was gifted godhood she decided to make the lives of the village below her a living hell. For decades she would take villagers as a tithe to hunt and feast upon, until she came upon three infants who she took in and gave divinity and raised as her own. Miranda was impressed by the savagery and motherly instinct of Alcina and offered her own power in giving the girls power. She holds some bitterness towards her siblings, especially Heisenberg, seeing them as not quite regal or as fitting to the position of a god as her or her children. But despite this she holds them in warm regard, reluctantly, especially Donna in her creativity and Sal in his skill and knowledge in medicine.Takes on the form of a giant bat when going on hunts or a mighty furred dragon to wrestle and fight with Heisenberg.

The Aphid Daughters / The Witch Sisters / The Hateful Swarm

Bela- God of Blood and Guts (Mosquito) She seeks to hunt individuals who exhibit more bravery than most, some of them have even come close to inflicting a mortal wound on her. But she makes sure that it never goes too far and kills them before they inflict real harm.

Cassandra- God of Famine and Hunt (Locust) She torments by devastating crops and chasing villagers. She likes to provoke and prod at her uncles. She feels the need to be in constant company with her sisters or anyone she imprints on, constantly asking to hunt with someone else (even some of the werewolves if no one wants to).

Daniela- God of Love and Song (Cicada) She adores visits with Donna as she can join in her productions as a lead role. She tries to woo different maidens that are enlisted to join the castle staff to varying success and failure. Most likely to people please anyone despite her station.

#resident evil #resident evil village #castle dimitrescu #lord heisenberg #re8 #dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #umbrella pantheon #re8 au #My brain just really fucking loves this holy shit #Can't get enough? Well shit im making it

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Flourish and Bloom

Chapter 4 - Two Steps Back

Less than an hour later, Bela found herself repetitively pacing within the confines of her room, face flushed with something other than blood. A single thought preoccupied her mind, going as far to influence her actions as fingers rose to rest upon lips that continued to tingle.

The almost imperceptible creak of aged wood beneath Bela's feet seemingly drove one of the castles most volatile inhabitants up the wall, made apparent as the door opened to reveal her brunette sibling. Ignorant of the room's boundary, Cassandra entered before protests could begin. Choosing to take her place on her elder sister's bed, the sadist wildly gestured towards Bela, "Must you continue to do that?"

The blonde didn't dignify the question with a response but actively chose not to aggravate her sister wisely, aware of how sensitive one's hearing could be. "Bored?"

Cassandra let out a resounding groan of agreement, "With no one to play with, of course, I was."

"Daniela?"

"Off doing something," she dismissively waved, "I presumed in the cellar given the echoing of her swarm."

It was as if the youngest knew she was the topic of discussion as it was at that moment the redhead made her presence known, throwing herself atop of her sisters with glee. Simultaneous complaints arose followed quiet grunts of exertion and the thud of a body as it fell to the floor. The auburn-haired woman pouted, having had her affections brushed off, "And I thought we were sisters," dramatic as always.

In record time, the pout morphed into a smile as a spot beside Bela was proffered, one the youngest eagerly occupied.

"How was your hunt?" The blonde looked to Cassandra, who spoke, the nonchalant tone and blank expression an attempt to obscure genuine curiosity.

"Fruitless, unfortunately."

At that, Daniela quirked an eyebrow, questioning the honesty behind her sister's excuse, knowing full well what she had truly been up to. Probing the matter further, the redhead persisted, "A lack of prey tonight?"

"Something like that."

The deflective nature of her sister proving impossible, Daniela relented, opting to throw her limbs haphazardly across her sisters, becoming comfortable enough to slumber.

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Come the next morning, Bela was yet to defer to a new topic, her mind in overdrive as it replayed every interaction that led to the infamous kiss she shared with Amara. She didn't regret the lip-locking, but her exit soon after left a lot to be desired. Recounting and fantasising of what could have been saw her too distracted over breakfast. As chatter died down and gazes turned to Bela, the blonde finally noticed, particularly as her mother called her name for a second time.

"Bela, I queried if you had any thoughts on the matter?"

"Please forgive me, mother; I didn't give the conversation my full attention; it won't happen again."

"My little bug, that isn't like you," rising from her seat Alcina advanced with concern, mirroring that cast her way by Amara the night before. "You look paler than usual, and you have barely touched your meal." A hand, absent of claws, came to tilt her chin upwards, turning it left and right in inspection, "Are you entirely sure you are well?"

Interjecting before Bela could reply, Daniela spoke, "She probably still holds resentment and bitterness over last evenings failed hunting expedition."

"Is that so, my darling?"

Expectant eyes, seeking nothing but the truth, bore into her own. Compelled to answer, Bela muttered quietly, confirming what she thought her mother wished to hear. The sound of Alcina's signature dress ruffling filled the blonde's ears, drawing the latter's attention effectively, "Bela, one unsuccessful trip does not define you. Your dedication is to be admired, not admonished. I implore that you do not become dismissive of your talents."

Lips pressed to her temple, signifying the end of her encouraging words, leaving behind a faint outline of crimson. A handkerchief was produced, erasing such a mark, giving ample time for the eldest daughter to formulate a response. "I will try my best, mother; I won't let you down."

"You could never do so, nor disappoint me," turning her line of sight to her youngest girls, she continued, "This goes for all three of you."

"Yes, mother."

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With daily assignments given, Bela's list more extensive than usual, the blonde was run off her feet. By early evening, her body exhausted, she lacked energy, seeing her mind gloss over the final part of her nightly routine, visiting Amara. However, unbeknownst to the blonde, the doctor would not go forgotten, not by a longshot.

With meticulous precision, a swarm of insects glided through the humid evening air. Wings beating in synchronicity generated a low drone that saw the scattering of wildlife on the forest floor. Slowing to take in the vicinity, the group scattered minimally, scouring to ensure isolation for the plan prior to enactment.

Satisfied with her inspection, Daniela chose to reform right on the doorstep of the medic, preparing to mimic the behaviour exhibited by that of her eldest sister. Meandering into the quaint house, the redhead glanced around, her gaze coming to land upon the silhouette wandering in the next room. Teeth bared, she advanced, wrapping her arms around the raven-haired woman's waist as if natural.

"You're later than usual."

Daniela beamed as she pulled her body flush to that of the human, relishing in the heat she exuded. Pushing her face into Amara's neck, the redhead inhaled deeply, letting her mouth-watering scent envelope her senses entirely. Daniela let slip a quiet groan of delight, realising how truly splendid this maiden would taste, earning an innocent chuckle from the woman in her clutches.

After a beat of silence much too long, the atmosphere grew tense, prompting an uncertain voice to inquire, "Bela?"

The call fell on deaf ears and remained the final coherent and lucid phrase to leave the doctor before unleashing a scream as teeth ravenously gouged into her neck. Daniela did not hold back, wreaking havoc upon dermal layers and vessels alike in her feast for blood. When satisfied, she unlatched, not caring for the medic's blood loss nor risk of hypovolemic shock. Before temporarily succumbing to unconsciousness and fatigue, hazel eyes widened in panic, noticing how her attacker did not possess the blonde strands she presumed; instead, auburn locks resided and peeked out from beneath the hood.

"Mmm, mother will like you."

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I decided to write a little ficlet about @self-insert-nonsense Resident Evil Village OC Elise. I hope y’all enjoy

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He did it. The famous Ethan Winters actually did it.

Elise had tried to pull him out of the Dimistrescu estate while he traversed the castle, but her foolish nieces had been chasing him around like chickens without their heads. She had elected to catch him if he managed to make it outside.

She was heavily regretting her decision.

Elise watched as the beastly form of her sister, a form she never knew existed, smash its way out of the castle to pursue the man. She tried to climb up the walls to stop either one of them from killing each other. That plan failed as Ethan fired his last sniper shot into the once-powerful Alcina Dimistrescu’s head, sending them both crashing down from the tower they were standing on and landing on the stone bottom. The sixth member of the strange Cadou bearing family waited until the Winters man fled the scene to see if what she had witnessed was true.

“Sister?” she muttered quietly, stepping over the broken stone. “...Sister? Lady Dimistrescu? ...ALCINA!”

The mixture of dust and its crystalline counterpart cemented her worse fears. Her older sister, the vampiric lord, Alcina Dimistrescu, laid dead. She froze only for a moment before rushing to search the rest of the now eerily silent castle, praying to anyone that could hear her pleas that the three Dimistrescu daughters were alive.

First, she found Bela, next Daniela, and finally, Cassandra. After seeing the remains of the last of Alcina’s kin, Elise had to choke back a cry. Her cries were referred to by her lover Heisenburg as Banshee Shrieaks, though her brother Moreau called them Siren Screams. Whatever her wails were, the Irish lord had to keep her true feelings buried within as to not alert Ethan that someone remained. Despite her reluctance to show her inner emotions, Elise’s brain was forcing her to remember every detail she had in regards to the Dimistrescu family.

Meeting Alcina for the first time. The tall vampire woman comforting her after being injected and surviving the Cadou parasite. Watching as three little botflies grew into beautiful young ladies. Tea parties, balls, hunts, every moment flooded her senses.

“That bastard!” Elise howled, smashing through a nearby window and climbing down the now empty castle’s walls. Heisenberg’s plan was already going to shit. Her lover wanted the Winters man as an ally for his uprising against Mother Miranda, the Ruler of the Lords, and Elise.

“That creepy crow bitch needs to go down,” he told her after all the lords returned to their domains. His factory wasn’t technically her home, but Heisenburg hated the fact she lived so close to his extremely Miranda-devoted brother’s land so they arranged for her to make the metalsmith’s home hers. “She’ll kill us once Eva is revived. I can feel it.”

Elise had traced circles on his bare sweat covered chest, only partially listening. “So, we’re going to release the army? Just like that? You’re a fool if you think that’ll work.”

“What?” he snarled.

“Let’s see,” Elise began to count on her fingers, “not only is half of that BSAA group knocking on our doorstep, but Captain Boulder-Puncher and his lackeys are hiding in the shadows, and that girl’s father is walking around free. Something you let happened.”

Heisenburg snorted. “All a part of my plan. You’ve heard the rumors about the Baker’s residence, haven’t you? Ethan Winters will aid us. He just needs a little encouragement.”

“I suppose that’s where I come in?”

“You’re the fastest out of the two of us. Besides, you can get near that mega bitch’s castle without being killed on site. That is where you chased him to, right?”

“It’s not like he wasn’t going to go there anyway,” Elise huffed. “If I was a man looking for his kid, a giant fucking castle in the middle of the mountains is the place I go to first.”

Heisenburg had let out a small chuckle, reaching for his cigar. “I guess you’re right.”

Elise stopped him and pulled his face close to her, her eyelids half-closed. “I’m going to need some… Encouragement, if I’m going to be running around after another man.”

Her lover let out one of his famous wolf-like grins. “And I’ll be happy to provide.”

All of that talk was worthless to her now. The Fifth Lord wished she would’ve slapped some sense into her man but it was too late now. Her sister the “mega-bitch” and her daughters were dead and Elise had no clue where their killer might’ve run off to. She crashed landed onto a pile of snow, sending white flakes all over the landscape.

“Impressive form as always, Miss Brighid.”

Elise whipped her head only to be greeted with the smirking face of a monstrously obese man. He had hidden away in a wooden cart and was currently scratching at his stomach mass. Elise bared her teeth at the man. “I don’t need your commentary, Duke, I need answers.”

The Duke didn’t seem phased by the woman’s harsh tone. “Always straight to business, just like your main squeeze, Lord Heisenburg.”

She could feel her eyelid twitching. “Duke.”

“Right, I’m guessing you’re looking for Mr. Winters?”

“Mister Winters?” Elise snarled.

“I treat all my customers with respect, Miss Brighid.”

“He’s a customer!?”

Elise never understood why Mother Miranda allowed this behemoth to roam the village. He held no alliance to anyone and sold to anything that held a purse full of Lei. Even after years sent replicating the files and notes Mother Miranda had on everyone and everything slightly related to the village and her cause, barely anything was written about the strange merchant. The most both Heisenberg and Elise managed to gather was that “The Duke shall be allowed to do his business with little supervision as he provides valuable goods for both the villagers, the Lords, and [Mother Miranda’s] cause”. Regardless of what former feelings she held for The Duke, the current Elise was struggling to not rip his throat out.

“But of course! The man has things to sell and items to purchase for his little journey.” The Duke explained, talking to her as if she were a child who needed her hand held.

“Those items led to my sis- Lady Dimistrecu’s death! She is- She was- Argh!”

Elise buried her fingers into her scalp. Her mind was seemingly whirling and spinning as it struggled to process its surroundings. Her feelings fluctuated from feral-like rage to sheer confusion to inescapable sadness. The Duke noticed and leaned in, his caravan creaking as he tried to look at the distressed woman’s face.

“I see the Cadou is still inflicting its poison into your brain. Are you feeling… What did Lord Heisenberg say… Fragmented? Perhaps I have a salve that can help settle your-”

“Shut up! Just shut up before I-”

The woman couldn’t finish her threat as a burning sensation rose in her throat. She gagged and stumbled backward. Elise managed to angle her head in just a way so the puddle of magma she vomited up didn’t touch herself in any way. Both she and The Duke watched the magma rapidly burned away the snow and dead plant life. Elise returned her gaze to The Duke and noticed the man was grimacing.

“Pardon my crudeness, Miss Brighid, but that was revolting.”

“I don’t take any pleasure either, Duke,” Elise replied, still trying to catch her breath.

“Luckily none of the locals saw that. The rumors about you have grown even nastier as of late. I believe they’ve begun to call you the- forgive my language -the Lady Whore and the Faux-Lord.” The Duke said with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“I know what you are trying to do, lardass!” Elise hissed. “Screw those mortal bastards and their pathetic drivel! They’re all gonna die anyway so what’s the point of trying to piss me off!”

The Duke chuckled. “This is funny. The old Miss Brighid would’ve instantly run to the village to invoke some personal justice against those who soiled her good name.”

“Well the old Miss Brighid didn’t have a killer father running amok, now did she?” Elise ground her teeth. “Speaking of, where is he? Where is the Winters man?”

The Duke leaned back and picked at his teeth with the help of his pinky nail. “I believe Mr. Winters was headed towards Lady Beneviento’s residence.”

Elise’s blood ran cold at that name. Her sister Donna Beneviento didn’t have any of her other siblings’ regenerative powers. She sadly had to rely on the body’s natural healing process and the medicine she crafted from her flowers. If Winters managed to land a clean shot on the silent maiden…

She has Angie and her hallucinogens if anything were to go wrong, she’ll be fine! Elise tried to convince herself. She had seen men who were the pinnacle of mental and physical health turn to sobbing, fragile-minded shells of their former selves due to Donna’s plants. Maybe she could get the jump on Winters instead of the other way around. But that wasn’t a bet she was willing to make.

I’ve already lost four family members, I cannot lose more!

“It hasn’t been a pleasure seeing you, Duke,” Elise glared at the man. Before he could say anything, the Cadou wielder shot off towards the mountains where her sister’s manor lied in wait. The cold nipped at her skin but Elise persisted.

I need to hurry. Screw Karl’s plan, I need to protect my family!

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