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horeformilfs · 2 months

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Lullaby

Donna Beneviento x Fem!Reader

TW: Depression

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Lady Dimitrescu, adorned in her regal attire, glided through the ornate halls of Castle Dimitrescu with her customary grace. As the mistress of the grand estate, she was accustomed to the daily routines that unfolded within its walls. Yet, on this particular morning, there was an unsettling absence that cast a shadow upon her usual composure.

Y/N, her devoted personal maiden, had failed to attend to her duties. Alcina Dimitrescu, though initially unperturbed by the absence, couldn't shake the nagging sense of unease that settled within her chest. She dismissed it at first, attributing Y/N's absence to a minor inconvenience, perhaps a fleeting illness or an errand that required immediate attention.

However, as the sun climbed higher in the sky, and the hours stretched on, Alcina's concern morphed into a palpable worry. Y/N was a fixture in her life, a steady presence that had become intertwined with the fabric of her existence over the past four years. The thought of her sudden disappearance sent tendrils of apprehension snaking through Alcina's mind.

Summoning her daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, Alcina gathered them in her chambers, her expression betraying the gravity of the situation. "Have any of you seen Y/N today?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a hint of urgency.

The sisters exchanged glances, their brows furrowed in confusion. "No, Mother," Bela replied, her tone laced with concern. "We haven't seen her since yesterday evening."

Alcina's heart sank at the confirmation of Y/N's prolonged absence. A sense of foreboding settled over her, casting a shadow upon the opulent surroundings of her chamber. Y/N's disappearance was an anomaly, a disruption in the carefully choreographed dance of their lives within the castle walls.

Determined to unravel the mystery shrouding Y/N's whereabouts, Alcina resolved to scour every corner of the castle until she found her. With each passing moment, her worry deepened, fueling her determination to reunite with her beloved Y/N and uncover the truth behind her sudden disappearance.

Alcina's concern deepened as she stood in the threshold of Y/N's chamber, her gaze fixated on the figure lying motionless upon the bed. With each passing moment of silence, her apprehension grew, mingling with a sense of helplessness that threatened to consume her.

"Y/N," Alcina called out softly, her voice carrying a note of apprehension. "Is everything alright?"

Y/N's response was barely a whisper, her words devoid of their usual warmth and vitality. "I'm fine," she murmured, her voice hollow and distant.

Alcina's heart clenched at the lackluster response, a gnawing unease settling in the pit of her stomach. She took a step closer, her gaze searching Y/N's form for any sign of distress or discomfort. But Y/N remained unmoved, her back still turned to Alcina, her presence distant and detached.

Unable to suppress her growing concern, Alcina pressed further. "You don't seem yourself, my dear. Is there something troubling you?"

Y/N's reply was curt, her tone devoid of emotion. "I said I'm fine, Lady Dimitrescu. Please, don't worry about me."

But Alcina could not shake the feeling of disquiet that lingered in the air, a palpable tension that seemed to suffuse the very walls of the chamber. With a heavy heart, she retreated from Y/N's bedside, her thoughts consumed by worry and uncertainty.

Determined to uncover the truth behind Y/N's sudden change in demeanor, Alcina made her way to her study, the weight of concern pressing heavily upon her shoulders. With trembling hands, she reached for the ornate telephone that adorned her desk, her fingers tracing the familiar contours with a sense of urgency.

Dialing the familiar number, she waited with bated breath as the line connected, her heart pounding in her chest. When Donna's voice echoed through the receiver, Alcina wasted no time in conveying her fears, her words tumbling forth in a rush of urgency and desperation.

"Donna," she began, her voice betraying the tremor of anxiety that gripped her. "It's Y/N... something's wrong."

As Donna's voice emanated from the other end of the line, Alcina hastily recounted the peculiar behavior exhibited by Y/N—her listless demeanor, the vacant responses, the unsettling silence that hung in the air. Donna listened attentively, her intuition sharpened by the connection she shared with Y/N over the past seven months.

Alcina could sense the gravity of the situation in Donna's measured response. "Alcina, I know what's happening with Y/N. I'll be at the castle soon," Donna assured her, her voice a soothing balm to Alcina's troubled soul.

Relief mingled with curiosity as Alcina pressed further, "Is there anything I can do to help? I'm worried about her."

Donna's response carried a gentle but firm tone. "Alcina, this is something very personal to Y/N. She may not want anyone else to know. When I arrive, I'll handle it. Just give us some space, alright? It's Y/N's choice whether she wants to share this with you or not."

A mixture of understanding and concern settled within Alcina. While her instinct was to protect and care for Y/N, she respected the boundaries that Donna was urging her to recognize. Nodding, albeit in solitude, Alcina acknowledged Donna's request. "Very well, Donna. I'll await your arrival, and I'll respect Y/N's wishes."

Donna entered Y/N's chamber with a quiet determination, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the swirling uncertainty that enveloped the room. Alcina watched from the doorway, her gaze fixated on the delicate interplay unfolding between Donna and Y/N.

Removing her veil with practiced grace, Donna approached Y/N's bedside with cautious steps, mindful of not startling the young maiden. With a softness in her voice that bespoke of both empathy and authority, Donna knelt before Y/N, her eyes meeting hers with unwavering compassion.

"Dolcezza," Donna murmured, her voice a gentle reassurance. "It's me. You're safe."

Y/N's gaze flickered briefly, a flicker of recognition dancing in her eyes before the veil of despondency once again descended upon her features. Donna's heart ached at the sight, her resolve strengthened by the urgency of the moment.

"What's troubling you, my love?" Donna inquired softly, her words a soothing melody in the midst of Y/N's turmoil.

Y/N's response was barely a whisper, her voice tinged with a sense of resignation. "I... I'm not sure. Everything feels... heavy."

Donna nodded understandingly, her gaze never wavering from Y/N's troubled countenance. "Let's start with something simple. What have you eaten today?"

Y/N's reply was barely audible, her voice hollow and distant. "Nothing."

Donna's heart sank at the admission, a pang of concern coursing through her veins. "Would you like to take a bath, dolcezza?" she offered gently, her words imbued with a tender concern for Y/N's well-being.

Y/N nodded slowly, her movements sluggish and hesitant. "Yes, but... I don't know if I can..."

Donna reached out, her touch feather-light as she wiped away a solitary tear that trailed down Y/N's cheek. "Shh, it's alright, my love. I'm here to help you," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm to Y/N's fractured spirit.

With each word, Donna sought to chip away at the walls that surrounded Y/N's heart, offering solace and support in equal measure. As she cradled Y/N's trembling form in her arms, Donna vowed to guide her through the darkness, to stand by her side until the shadows receded and the light of hope shone once more.

As Donna lifted Y/N's slight frame in her arms, a sense of tender determination filled her heart. With careful steps, she carried Y/N to the spacious bathroom adjacent to her chamber, Alcina's watchful gaze following their path.

"I'll take care of her, Alcina," Donna reassured, her voice a soft murmur that echoed through the silent halls. "I'll check in with you later."

With a nod of acknowledgment, Alcina retreated from the doorway, leaving Donna to tend to Y/N's needs. With practiced ease, Donna set about preparing the bath, the warm water filling the marble tub with a soothing embrace.

Guiding Y/N into the water, Donna's touch was gentle yet firm, her movements a symphony of care and compassion. She washed away the traces of distress that clung to Y/N's skin, her fingers working diligently to ease the burden that weighed heavily upon her heart.

As she rinsed the soap from Y/N's hair, Donna's voice filled the air, a melodic whisper that seemed to chase away the shadows of despair. With each stroke of the brush, she unravel the knots of tension that had ensnared Y/N's spirit, her touch a tender caress against the backdrop of uncertainty.

Once Y/N was cleansed and refreshed, Donna wrapped her in a plush towel, the soft fabric cocooning her in a comforting embrace. From the array of garments adorning Y/N's chamber, Donna selected a set of clean clothes, dressing her with a delicate touch.

With each movement, Donna's care was palpable, her presence a beacon of solace in the midst of Y/N's turmoil. She gently brushed and braided Y/N's hair, her fingers weaving a tapestry of comfort and reassurance.

Returning Y/N to her bed, Donna tucked her beneath the covers, her gaze tender as she met Y/N's weary eyes. "Are you comfortable, dolcezza?" she inquired softly, her voice a gentle murmur in the quiet of the chamber.

Y/N nodded, a small smile gracing her lips as she reached out for Donna's hand. "Will you stay with me?" she whispered, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

As Donna settled beside Y/N, she gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, her touch light and tender. "Rest now, amore mio," she whispered, her voice a soothing murmur in the quiet of the chamber. "I will be here with you."

Y/N's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing steady as she nestled closer to Donna's warmth. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a soft smile, Donna began to sing, her voice a lilting melody that filled the room with a sense of peace. The Italian lullaby flowed from her lips, its words carrying a timeless rhythm that lulled Y/N into a gentle slumber.

"La nanna della luna, Che fa sognare il cuor, Con le stelle come lacrime, Che cadono dal ciel." (The lullaby of the moon, That makes the heart dream, With stars like tears, That fall from the sky.)

As Donna's voice wove its enchanting spell, Y/N's breathing grew deep and even, her features relaxed in the embrace of sleep. With each verse, Donna's touch became a tender caress, her hand tracing soothing patterns along Y/N's back as they drifted into the realm of dreams together.

In the quiet of the night, their bond transcended words, their hearts entwined in a symphony of love and solace. And as the lullaby faded into the gentle hum of the night, Donna held Y/N close, her presence a testament to the enduring strength of their connection.

In that moment, amidst the stillness of the chamber, they found solace in each other's arms, their souls bound together by the unbreakable threads of love and devotion. And as dawn broke upon the horizon, casting its golden light upon the world outside, they knew that no matter what trials may come, they would face them together, united in their unwavering commitment to one another.

As Y/N succumbed to the embrace of sleep, Donna held her close, her presence a steadfast anchor amidst the turbulent sea of uncertainty. In the embrace of the night, they found solace in each other's arms, their bond a beacon of hope in the darkness.

Meanwhile, Alcina returned to Y/N's chamber, her steps light as she approached the closed door. Peering inside, she beheld the tender tableau before her—Donna cradling Y/N in her arms, the soft strains of a lullaby drifting through the air.

A small smile graced Alcina's features as she quietly closed the door, a sense of gratitude warming her heart. In that moment, she knew that Y/N was in good hands, her struggles tempered by the unwavering support of those who cherished her most.

With a sense of peace settling over her, Alcina made her way back to her study, her thoughts filled with hope for Y/N's recovery and gratitude for the steadfast presence of Donna in their lives.

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shortstrawberry · 4 months

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In some alternate universe, Donna and Bela decide to join hands, kick the ass Outta Miranda and decide to share you.

Yep, here is some BelaDonna headcannons, where they've decided to share you between themselves.

To the surprise of no one, Donna didn't like the idea of sharing you. Bela was somewhat more receptive, as her protective streak has always ran higher then her possessive streak, compared to Donna where it's the complete opposite.

However, Donna does unconditionally love you, and recognises this is the best way to not only beat Miranda and her cult, but also to make you happy. You did love both of them afterall.

Surprisingly enough, this polyamrous set up didn't cause as much friction as Bela and Donna anticipated. You spent the morning and afternoon with Donna, the evenings with Bela. The night, you get to yourself.

Eventually, this neat schedule started to merge. You, Donna and Bela started to have lunches together. Donna would make you both Italian food which even Bela had to praise. Then you would spend the rest of the afternoon working in Donna's flower shop, as Donna spent time in the nursery. Bela meanwhile took residence in a small table and chair Donna and you had set up for her, doing her council work.

Bela soon started to bring breakfast for you and Donna. While you and Donna set the shop up, Bela would come in with piping hot coffee and croissants. You three would sit around the small reception desk, talking about plans of day. Donna would keep her hand on your thigh, while Bela would play with your hair.

You three knew it was soon on the horizon, that the nights would merge as well. One some nights, Bela would invite you both to her dorm. But on most nights, you three would be in Donna's humble cottage. There, in the privacy given by the seculded forest cottage, you three can slowly explore this tentative forming relationship.

Donna and Bela over the time have developed a sense of camaraderie with each other. They both don't love each other romantically, probably never could. They love you too much. But they now trust each other.

Donna braids your hair in the morning as Bela packs your lunch. Bela scrubs your back during bathtime while Donna scrubs your hair. You sleep in the middle, donna and bela curling around you like a safety cocoon.

There are still grumblings about sexual intimacy, and you have to work hard to keep both ladies satisfied. Maybe with time, you three can share that together as well.

#resident lover #donna beneviento #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #beladonna #polyamory #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x y/n

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ladybathoryy · 4 months

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Donna but Beneviento

Donna but Gothic

Donna but "The ring"

Donna but finally made Angie shut up

Donna but Cooler

Donna but Among us

Donna but suddenly everybody names is Elena.

#donna beneviento #donna benevento x reader #re8 village #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #lady beneviento #donna beneviento x y/n

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cessairjinx · 4 months

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The Doll Maker - Donna Beneviento

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#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #donna beneviento x female reader #resident evil village #re8 village

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alcinas-big-ass-simp · 1 year

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~ Donna Beneviento with a haunted doll Reader ~

Note: back to being crackhead dhhdhdhh— I have the weirdest ideas in the world but I just thought How would Donna react and be around a haunted doll reader?

• She found you in the least expected place that someone would expect to find a (haunted) doll, in the damn waterfall—

• Donna was going out today to sit near the waterfall near her house since she finally convinced herself to at least go outside for a little bit but that was until she saw you! Your lifeless battered and cracked porcelain doll body floating in the waterfall, shit! it scared the living daylights out of her when she first saw you like that

• But then she quickly composed herself and walked over to you, she didn't mind if she got herself a little wet to get you! She just found it weird that someone would leave a perfect doll out in the middle of the woods and especially in a waterfall! She just had to get you out of there and bring you back to her home

• Once she brought you back to her house, she began fixing your little cracks, polishing up your porcelain skin and getting new clothes for you that match your aesthetic in her opinion! She had a lot of fun fixing you up! After she was done with your upgrades she set you down on one of her chairs to go get something she forgot in the basement when she was fixing you up

• tho in those couple of minutes that she was gone you woke up! The last thing you remember was your friend owner threw you into a river when they had enough of you. You were confused and scared, You have no idea where you even are and when you looked around the place from where you were sitting, you don't remember this place at all! This is a whole new area,,, Did someone find you?. You decided to stand up in your seat to see more of the area around you!

• But before you can think more on the subject, Donna walked in and screamed bloody murder that had Angie come running in with a knife looking for danger— but when Angie saw what Donna screamed at, she looked confused as fuck— She didn't understand why Donna was screaming at a doll?? She has dolls all over the place????

• But before Angie could say anything to Donna, Donna interrupted her, “Huh?... Are you alive or?..—” Donna said in a shaky voice trying to figure out if she really gone insane for a second, “aH— i- well— I'm something that you would call a ‘haunted’ doll I guess?.” You tried to explain to her without her freaking out but to your surprise she didn't freak out!

• Donna looked more interested than anything else! Fascinated by the concept of something ‘haunted’ so her and Angie sat with you for a couple of hours asking questions about you and your past, it was quite nice to talk to someone that wasn't mean or scared of you- it was refreshing in your opinion

• After you guys talked for a couple of hours, she decided to let you stay here with her! Believe it or not she grew quite emotionally attached to you when she was fixing you up so you being ‘haunted’ was just a bonus for her! It would be nice to have some more company!

• Since now that you live with her, she includes you in a lot of her daily activities! Like gardening, tea parties with the other dolls, fixing dolls, making dolls, cuddling and going to meetings with her!

• Especially meetings, she just can't leave you at home! She gets so worried about you that she can't even function properly at the meeting, she's so scared that you might fall and crack yourself or someone breaks in and steals you! Every possibility that can run through her head, will run through her head

• So she has to bring you to every meeting and no one really questions it because it's Donna- like come on- The antisocial quiet Lord that already has a creepy ass doll on her lap has another one on her lap too, ain't no one going to question that cuz it is not worth the time fr

• But you're basically attached to her hip now since she carries you around like Angie but even more- Both of her arms will be full holding you and Angie, She's so so attached to the both of you! She loves you guys so so much—

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Hope you guys liked this cuz I couldn't stop myself from making this lol but i maybe do more of this in the future!

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much2leite · 4 months

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Does anyone else prefer Sub Donna to Dom Donna? Don't get me wrong, every Donna is a gift from Heaven, really I'd love her if she was a tree. Just want to know if I'm alone in this.

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rosestarlightkatarina · 5 months

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ilovedonnabeneviento · 11 months

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Angie is the one filming

#re8 lords #donna beneviento #re8 donna #donna beneviento x female reader #donna beneviento and angie #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento fanfiction #donna beneviento x y/n #lady donna beneviento #resident evil donna #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x y/n

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Y/N daring to bring a Chicago deep dish pizza into Donna’s house

Y/N: *Digging into their first slice*

Donna: *Walks in* Hello, cara mia. How are-

Donna: *Takes a look at the abomination masking itself as pizza* W-what do you have there?

Y/N: *With their mouth full* It’s called Chicago deep dish pizza! Want some?

Y/N: *Holds out a slice for Donna*

Donna: *Smacks Y/N’s hand* Drop it Y/N! It might be dangerous!

Y/N: ??? Do you mean the piz-

Donna: *Full on hysterical* Go ahead, call it pizza, Y/N! Go on, say it to my FACE!

Y/N: *So confused* Are you okay, Do-

Donna: *Shoves everything off the counter and starts grabbing pizza ingredients*

Donna: I’ll show you a real pizza, Y/N! Since apparently I’m the only one who cares about keeping this FuCKinG family together!

Y/N: Okay, geez! I’ll just throw it out!

Donna: *Stops Y/N* No… leave it… I want it to see what a real Italian pizza looks like…

Angie: *Cowering in the corner crying* Why’d ya do it, Y/N… Don’t you love us?!

Y/N: WHAT IS HAPPENING! :’(

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#donna beneviento #re8 #re8 village #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #angie beneviento #y/n is stupid

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horeformilfs · 5 months

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Mine

Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

TW: Possessiveness

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The horse-drawn carriage clattered along the worn cobblestone streets, its rhythmic noise only interrupted by the distant cawing of crows. Donna Beneviento sat gracefully beside y/n, her mourning veil casting a shadow over her face.

"Cara mia," Donna's soft voice broke the silence, her gloved hand reaching for y/n's. "I appreciate you accompanying me to this meeting. It's crucial, and your presence comforts me."

Y/n smiled, her nerves still palpable despite Donna's reassuring touch. "Of course, Donna. I'll be by your side."

The carriage rolled to a stop near the abandoned church, the air thick with an eerie quiet that surrounded the ominous structure. Donna and y/n stepped out, the dark fabric of their dresses swaying gently with each movement.

Inside, the other lords, including Heisenberg, Moreau, and Dimitrescu, awaited Mother Miranda's arrival. The atmosphere was charged with a tension that matched the storm brewing outside.

Donna's hand never left y/n's as they entered the dimly lit chamber. Mother Miranda, cloaked in shadows, addressed the lords. The urgency in her voice echoed through the ancient walls, discussing matters that seemed both cryptic and dire.

The dimly lit chamber echoed with the sound of heels clicking against the cold stone floor as Moreau and Heisenberg departed, leaving Donna, y/n, Mother Miranda, and Lady Dimitrescu in the room. The air hung heavy with the remnants of the intense meeting.

Lady Dimitrescu's towering presence turned towards y/n, a glint of curiosity in her cold, calculating eyes. "And who is this lovely creature, Donna?" she inquired, a hint of amusement playing on her lips.

Donna smiled, introducing y/n, "This is y/n, my dear companion and confidante. She has been working alongside me for a year now."

Lady Dimitrescu's gaze lingered on y/n, her interest palpable. "A year, you say? You must be quite skilled to have captured Donna's attention for so long."

Y/n blushed under the scrutiny but managed a polite nod. "Thank you, Lady Dimitrescu. It's an honor to serve Lady Beneviento."

Meanwhile, Mother Miranda beckoned Donna aside, a serious expression on her face. "Donna, I need to discuss something with you privately," she said, leading Donna away from the group.

As Mother Miranda and Donna engaged in a hushed conversation, Lady Dimitrescu seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation with y/n. "So, y/n, working with Donna must be quite an experience. Tell me, do you enjoy your time in her service?"

Y/n nodded, offering a genuine smile. "Yes, Lady Dimitrescu. Lady Beneviento is a kind and caring employer. I'm grateful for the opportunity to work with her and Angie."

Lady Dimitrescu chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And has she been treating you well, my dear?"

Y/n laughed nervously, caught off guard by Lady Dimitrescu's directness. "Yes, she's been wonderful."

Alcina leaned in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "I'm sure a person like you has many talents. Perhaps we could get to know each other better."

Y/n blushed again, flustered by the unexpected attention. "I-I appreciate the offer, Lady Dimitrescu."

Alcina continued her playful banter, making y/n laugh with her witty remarks. The atmosphere lightened, and the tension from the earlier meeting seemed to dissipate.

When Donna and Mother Miranda returned, Donna's eyes caught sight of y/n and Lady Dimitrescu sharing a laugh. Something stirred within her, a possessive twinge that she couldn't quite ignore. However, she pushed it away, maintaining her composed facade.

Mother Miranda broke the momentary silence, "Donna, I have a proposition for you and y/n. Lady Dimitrescu has graciously invited you both to her castle for dinner. I trust you'll accept."

Donna hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between y/n and Lady Dimitrescu. Finally, she nodded, "We accept your invitation, Mother Miranda."

The carriage rattled along the winding path leading to Castle Dimitrescu, the moon casting an ethereal glow on the landscape. Donna Beneviento and y/n were seated inside, the quiet moments interrupted only by the occasional creaking of the carriage.

Donna's gaze lingered on y/n, a mixture of curiosity and something deeper in her eyes. "Tell me, cara mia, what did Lady Dimitrescu discuss with you?" Donna inquired, her tone gentle but betraying a hint of intensity.

Y/n smiled, recalling the conversation with Alcina. "She was just asking about my time working with you and made some playful remarks. She seems like a sweet person, Donna."

Donna's possessive instincts flared again, but she maintained her composure. "I see," she replied, her voice measured. "Just remember, cara mia, you are mine."

Y/n chuckled, oblivious to the undercurrents of possessiveness in Donna's words. "Of course, Donna. I'm all yours."

The carriage rolled to a stop at the imposing entrance of Castle Dimitrescu. As they stepped out, a maid greeted them, leading them through the grand halls to a sitting room where Mother Miranda, Alcina Dimitrescu, and Alcina's daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, awaited.

The daughters, upon spotting Donna, rushed forward with excitement. "Aunt Donna!" they exclaimed, their voices filled with joy.

Donna smiled warmly, embracing each of them. "Hello, my darlings. How have you been?"

As the daughters chattered animatedly, their attention turned to y/n, who stood beside Donna. The air buzzed with anticipation as they questioned Donna about the newcomer.

"Donna, who is this?" Bela inquired, eyeing y/n with curiosity.

Donna's possessive instinct surged once more, but she quelled it, introducing y/n with a smile. "This is y/n, my girlfriend."

The daughters exchanged excited glances, and Daniela couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Aunt Donna has a girlfriend! That's so cool!"

Cassandra and Bela chimed in, showering y/n with compliments. "You're so pretty!" Bela exclaimed.

Y/n blushed, grateful for the warm welcome. "Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet all of you."

As the evening unfolded, the tension from earlier seemed to fade away. Donna, y/n, and the Dimitrescu family shared laughter, stories, and the promise of a night filled with unforeseen twists and turns in the corridors of Castle Dimitrescu.

As the anticipation for dinner grew in the lavish sitting room of Castle Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda took the opportunity to engage y/n in conversation. Donna, engrossed in catching up with her nieces, was momentarily occupied, allowing for Miranda to approach y/n.

"Y/n, isn't it? I must say, you're quite a vision," Miranda remarked with a warm smile, her eyes appraising y/n.

Y/n blushed, returning the compliment, "Thank you, Mother Miranda. The castle is just as beautiful as you said."

Before their conversation could deepen, Alcina Dimitrescu, with her commanding presence, joined the exchange. "Miranda, you're keeping the charming company to yourself," she teased, her eyes locking onto y/n.

Miranda chuckled, "Indeed, Alcina. Y/n here has been sharing delightful stories about her time with Donna."

Alcina raised an eyebrow, casting a sly glance at y/n. "I hope Donna's treating you well. If not, you can always seek refuge in my castle."

Y/n laughed nervously, caught in the playful banter between the two powerful women. "Donna is wonderful, Lady Dimitrescu. I'm very lucky."

As the banter continued, Donna, sensing the magnetic pull between Miranda, Alcina, and y/n, found it challenging to extract herself from her nieces. The trio of sisters bombarded her with stories, inquiries, and excited chatter, making it impossible for her to join the conversation with the other ladies.

After a while, a maid entered the sitting room, announcing that dinner was ready. The group made their way to the grand dining hall, where a long table was elegantly set for the occasion. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on the opulent surroundings.

As they took their seats, the atmosphere was charged with a mix of anticipation and unspoken dynamics. Donna, though distracted by her nieces, couldn't help but notice the subtle exchanges and flirtations unfolding between y/n, Mother Miranda, and Lady Dimitrescu.

The grand dining hall at Castle Dimitrescu was adorned with ornate decorations, the lingering scent of the sumptuous meal still in the air. As the group moved to the expansive library, a warm glow from the fireplace filled the room, casting dancing shadows on the richly paneled walls.

Donna and y/n found a comfortable loveseat, the flickering firelight creating a cozy ambiance. Across from them, the three sisters eagerly settled on the couch, while Mother Miranda and Lady Dimitrescu took chairs on either side.

As they continued their conversations, the trio of sisters bombarded y/n with questions, their curiosity shining in their eyes. "How did you meet Aunt Donna?" Cassandra asked.

Y/n smiled, recalling the beginnings of her connection with Donna. "I've always been fascinated by doll making, and that passion led me to Donna. We crossed paths, and from working together, our relationship grew."

Bela leaned forward, her eyes wide with interest. "And what do you do, y/n?"

"I assist Lady Beneviento in her craft, helping with the intricate details of doll making. It's a fulfilling and creative endeavor," y/n explained.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Miranda and Alcina continued their playful banter, the air thick with a charged energy. "Alcina, you truly know how to make an evening more interesting," Miranda teased, her eyes lingering on the tall, charismatic lady.

Alcina smirked, replying, "I aim to please, Miranda. It seems our guest is quite taken with the charm of Castle Dimitrescu."

Back on the loveseat, the conversation took a more intimate turn. Alcina and Miranda delved into deeper, personal inquiries, making y/n blush and shift nervously in her seat.

Feeling the tension, y/n gently rested her head on Donna's shoulder, seeking comfort in the familiar warmth. Donna, sensing y/n's nervousness, intertwined her fingers with y/n's, the rings adorning her hand glinting in the firelight.

Alcina, ever observant, couldn't resist a teasing comment. "It seems our dear Donna has quite the treasure in you, y/n. Tell us, what captivates you about her?"

Y/n blushed, glancing at Donna with affection. "Donna is kind, creative, and caring. Her passion for her craft and the love she puts into everything she does are truly inspiring."

The library buzzed with a mixture of laughter, flirtation, and the flickering flames in the fireplace. In the midst of the atmosphere, Donna and y/n found solace in each other's presence, navigating the complexities of the evening at Castle Dimitrescu.

As the three sisters bid their farewells, expressing their excitement for a nocturnal hunt, the room was left with only Donna, y/n, Miranda, and Alcina. The library, once alive with laughter and chatter, fell into a heavy silence.

The conversation took a sudden turn, the atmosphere growing tense. Donna, who had maintained her composure throughout the evening, finally reached her breaking point. In an abrupt motion, she grabbed y/n's arm, pulling her out of the room and into another vacant chamber.

The door slammed shut behind them, and y/n, confused and concerned, looked at Donna. "Donna, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft.

Donna, who had discarded her mourning veil back in the library, remained silent, her eyes intense. In a swift movement, she pushed y/n against the door, her lips claiming y/n's in a possessive and demanding kiss. Y/n gasped, caught off guard by the sudden shift in Donna's demeanor.

When Donna finally pulled away, y/n felt slightly dizzy, her hand instinctively reaching for Donna's for support. Donna's eyes bore into y/n's, filled with a mix of emotions. "You're mine," Donna whispered, her voice low and possessive.

Y/n, still trying to process the sudden intensity, asked, "Donna, where is all this coming from?"

Donna took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "I could hear them, Miranda and Alcina, flirting with you the whole night. I couldn't stand it. You are mine, y/n, and I won't let anyone else lay claim to you."

Y/n, feeling a mix of surprise and a strange thrill, tried to reassure Donna. "Donna, it was just playful banter. You know I'm yours."

But Donna's possessive side had been awakened, and she wasn't ready to let it go. "No, y/n. I need you to understand. You belong to me, and I won't tolerate anyone trying to take you away."

The room, now charged with an intense energy, held the two women entwined in a complex dance of desire and possessiveness. As they stood there, Donna's firm grip on y/n spoke louder than any words could convey, a silent declaration of her claim over the one she held dear.

The library door creaked open, and Donna and y/n re-entered the room, the air still charged with the tension from their encounter. Alcina, ever perceptive, raised an eyebrow at the change in atmosphere. "Well, that was quite the exit. What happened?" she inquired, her eyes flickering between Donna and y/n.

Donna, attempting to downplay the intensity of their private moment, forced a smile. "Oh, nothing much. Just needed a bit of fresh air, that's all."

Miranda, ever the observant one, wasn't easily fooled. "Fresh air, you say? You seem a bit more flushed than usual, Donna."

Alcina leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Did something happen between you two?"

Donna hesitated, exchanging a quick glance with y/n. "It's really nothing, just a momentary lapse. Let's head to the main hall."

The four of them made their way to the grand hall, where the towering entrance welcomed them. As they prepared to bid their farewells, Miranda hugged y/n warmly, expressing gratitude for the delightful evening. Alcina, not one to be outdone, leaned in and planted a playful kiss on y/n's cheek.

Donna, who had endured enough, pulled y/n into her arms protectively. "That's enough. We appreciate the evening, but personal boundaries should be respected."

Miranda, surprised by Donna's sudden assertiveness, raised an eyebrow. "Donna, we were just having a bit of fun."

Donna's eyes narrowed, her grip on y/n tightening. "Fun or not, it ends here. Y/n is mine, and I won't tolerate any more interference."

Alcina smirked, enjoying the drama unfolding. "Well, Donna, possessive suits you. But, we were just playing, no harm intended."

Donna, unyielding, stood her ground. "I appreciate your company, but our personal lives are not up for amusement. Good night, Miranda, Alcina."

With that, Donna led y/n away from the grand hall, leaving Miranda and Alcina to exchange glances.

The horse-drawn carriage ambled along the dimly lit road, the rhythmic clatter of hooves providing a soothing soundtrack to the night. Inside, the atmosphere was a mix of tension and quiet. Donna, having removed her mourning veil, set it on the seat across from them, the moonlight revealing the soft features of her face.

In an attempt to break the lingering tension, Donna began, "Y/n, I want to apologize for earlier. I didn't mean to—"

But y/n gently interrupted, placing a finger on Donna's lips. "Don't apologize, Donna. It was... intriguing to see that side of you."

Donna, surprised, raised an eyebrow. "Intriguing?"

Y/n smirked, leaning in closer. "Yes, I never knew you had a possessive streak. It's quite attractive."

Donna chuckled, her eyes gleaming with a newfound confidence. She pulled y/n into her lap, causing a surprised squeal to escape y/n's lips. Donna laughed softly, relishing the playful moment.

As y/n cupped Donna's face, looking down at her with a smile, Donna couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through her. She leaned in, capturing y/n's lips in a gentle kiss. When they finally pulled away, Donna held y/n close, the moonlight casting a soft glow on their entwined figures.

"You're mine, y/n," Donna whispered, her voice a mix of possessiveness and tenderness.

Y/n nestled into Donna's arms, feeling the steady beat of Donna's heart. "And you're mine, Donna. I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the carriage continued its journey through the night, the air that had surrounded them earlier now transformed into an intimate embrace between Donna and y/n, weaving a silent promise of connection and belonging as they rode back to Donna's estate.

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