#she is so beautiful and elegant my god alcina i love you

[bear-vi]

Alcina Dimitrescu, my beloved.

#my art #digital art #digital painting #illustration #artists on tumblr #fanart #resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re #alcina dimitrescu #dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #she is so beautiful and elegant my god alcina i love you

[nightwishesworld]

Do u think Alcina would get jealous if there partner had a favourite plushie to the point she considers it competition, the only thing stoping her getting rid of it is her partner being upset 

Umm, we are talking about the same vampire, right??? Of course, she would! You guys have the best friggin ideas I swear! This was such a fun write

p/n = plush name

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Alcina Dimitrescu is not a jealous woman. 

She is the epitome of beauty and elegance, leaving no room for emotions such as jealousy to squander it. 

Yeah...right. That’s what she tells herself at least. 

To her credit though, Alcina is pretty good at keeping herself in check. Only lashing out, or asserting her dominance, as you call it, when absolutely necessary. The butcher’s son, for instance, got a taste of her rage when she caught him ogling your body like a piece of prime meat. He almost had his tongue cut out right then and there.

Alcina doesn’t do well with competition, and even though you’ve told her several times that there is no competition, she decides to weed them out herself. Can’t get jealous if there are no competitors, right?

Her jealousy doesn’t last long, she claims her spotlight one way or another. There is, however, one creature Alcina is unable to rid herself of. One that resides in her very castle. The closest any little rat has ever come to stealing her beloved y/n.

Even after long grueling days of wasting her time cleaning up Heisenberg’s messes and getting an ear full from Mother Miranda, all Alcina longs for is to crawl into bed and wrap herself in your arms. Tonight it seems the gods are frowning upon her because they have already stolen her place. She rolls her eyes at what should have been a cute display, had it been her, and instead moves to the vanity to start taking her makeup off.

Wiping away the stresses of the day helped lighten Alcina’s mood a bit. It was always such a relief to take her makeup off, knowing the day has finally ended and she can relax.

Making her way to the bed Alcina trips over the small wastebasket and curses herself for making you stir from your sleep.

“Alci, you ok?”

You sit up in bed, grabbing the sheets to cover yourself, but still keep an arm wrapped around your smaller companion. 

“Yes, I’m fine darling I-” Alcina stopped. “You know what? No. I am the Lady of this castle and I say p/n needs to leave our bed.”

“P/n is always allowed in bed!”

Alcina was too tired to start a proper argument and decides to simply give in. She refuses to hold you while that stupid plushy is sandwiched between you, effectively cock-blocking her. Its eyes mock her as it watches her toss and turn tirelessly. Alcina was not accustomed to sleeping “by herself.” The vampire felt uncomfortably bare without your body directly in contact with hers, but not bare enough to reconsider cuddling you and the plushy. Alcina is far too stubborn for that and simply chucking it to its rightful place on the floor would only upset y/n. No matter how much she loathes that plushy, she still does not want to upset you.

A smugness flashed across its cold dead eyes as it stared at her, clearly proud of its victory. Alcina only growled in response, baring her teeth like a territorial animal.

“You win this round, fucker.”

The next day was no different from any other. Alcina was kept busy with her daughters causing mayhem around the castle and paperwork needing to be done for some sort of ceremony. Naturally, when she does give herself a break, she chooses to spend it with you. This is how you ended up sitting here next to the fire, plushy at your side and Alcina by her lonesome across from you. 

“Ooh, do we still have those shortbread cookies from the other day? Or did Cassandra eat them all?”

“I hid some for you above the stove- top shelf inside the teapot.”

Your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Be right back.”

Alcina nodded and turned her attention back to her book. She felt a pair of eyes on her, but she tried her damnedest to ignore it. A few intense minutes passed before she slammed her book shut. “You think you’re so special, don’t you? Just because you had them first doesn’t mean you’re their favorite.”

The plush stared blankly at her. Its silence only egged her on.

“You better watch yourself, plushy. You just landed yourself a spot on Alcina Dimitrescu’s blacklist, and no one gets off of it alive. You might have them fooled with your dapper little suit and hat but I know who you really are under all that fluff. Punk ass plushy bitch. Y/n is mine, and I do not share.”

More intense silence filled the room as Alcina was about to strike down on the innocent creature until-

“Hey Al, can you come help me? I can’t reach the top shelf.”

She gave the plush a smug grin before taking her leave. “I know someone else who can’t reach either. Coming, my love!”

Alcina sauntered out of the room only to step right back through the doorway to extend the claw on her middle finger at the plushy. Giving it the most dramatic middle finger in all of Romania.

Sometime later

The cookies were gone within minutes of settling back down on the couch. Now you were lounging across the cushions, with p/n pressed tightly against your chest, finishing the final chapter of your book. You moved to get off the couch to return your book to its shelf and pick out another classic. Before setting p/n on the cushions you place a kiss on the top of their head. Alcina pretends not to notice this out of the corner of her eye and continues to glaze over the pages of her own book, waiting for her kiss.

It never came.

You walk past her without offering so much as a smile and Alcina is sent over the edge.

“That’s it, I can’t take it anymore! Y/n it’s me or the plush.”

You look back at her, rather taken back by her sudden outburst. “Um, excuse me?”

“You heard me. It’s either me or the plush. Take your pick.”

You arch a brow and put your hands on your hips. “Well, p/n and I don’t appreciate that tone.”

Alcina rolls her eyes. “P/n isn’t real!”

You gasp and rush over to the couch and cover their ears. “How dare you! That’s a very sophisticated young man/lady you’re talking about.”

“I am sick of always coming in second to that stupid thing. You act like you love it more than you love me! Giving it a kiss and not me, how rude. We both can’t keep living here; one of us has to go.”

That got you to laugh. “This coming from the same woman who, after sending me away to sleep on the couch after an argument, comes down in the middle of the night to sleep on the floor beside the couch because you got lonely.”

Alcina blushed.

“Something tells me you won’t let me go anywhere.”

She stays quiet, only giving a huff as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“If I give you a kiss now will you stop whining?”

Alcina pretends to consider this for a moment before answering. “Will you sit on my lap?”

“Of course, my love,” you smile.

“No p/n.”

You giggle as you make yourself comfortable straddling her things. “No p/n.”

Alcina pulls you flush against her front and kisses you. “Good.” She bites your lower lip, making you gasp. She takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and relax back into the couch. Out of sheer pettiness, Alcina cracks an eye open to see the plush staring at your display of affection. She smiled into your kiss and gives it the middle finger before focusing all her attention on ravishing you.

#lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #tall vampire lady #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina #no she's not the jealous type #not at all

[thabigradwolf]

Alcina… I try to pick my fave thing about her design. And honestly she’s such a wild card for characters I like in aesthetics. Normally I like male characters despite being a lesbian. Naruto, Cloud Strife, Bakugo or Izuku I mean I could just rattle off a ton more but you get the idea. Like these characters are cool, strong and honestly really young. Then if you made me list female characters that I love Mercy from Overwatch and like Keira Metz from Witcher 3 are prime examples. (I have a thing for blondes)

Alcina is so special though. She’s older, very confident and powerful. She’s so outstandingly beautiful to me. That regal jet black hair, those eyes and her cute face. She’s just perfect and I’m weak as fuck for that body type. I love knowing someone is physically powerful but has a nice layer of fat over it so they don’t look like a solid muscle. (Actually I’m weak as fuck for soft bellies but that’s another matter)

I love watching her movements. It’s so fluid and elegant but she’s such a beast. Like good god. Capcom has no goddamn business making a character that wildly hot. Fucking capcom man. I need to sleep and all I can do is think about a vampire MILF.

#resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #re8 #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #lesbian #me howling #y big vampire lady so beautiful #Alcina lemme cuddle you

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

This Woman's Work Part II (Alcina x !FemReader Fanfic)

Part I Part III

Three weeks have gone by since you and Alcina discovered you were pregnant. You must be farther along than you thought because you’re already beginning to show. The morning sickness has died down at least, but your hormones are raging. It’s made for some fun dalliances in the bedroom, but you also burst into tears at the strangest things. Alcina, however, has remained steadfast and patient throughout the whole process, scooping you up in her strong arms so you don’t have to climb the stairs and giving you foot rubs when your feet get too sore.

Right, now your wife has been arranging the pillows around you so you’re comfortable as you wait for Mother Miranda to arrive for your sonogram.

You can’t help but giggle at Alcina’s ministrations. “Darling, you’ve been at this for ten minutes. I think I’m about as comfortable as I can be.”

“I’m sorry, iubirea mea,” Alcina strokes your hair that she’s put up in a braid so it wouldn’t get in the way of the examination. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never taken part in a...What did she call it again?”

“A sonogram?”

“Yes, that.”

You take her hand and kiss her palm. “It will be alright, my love. Mother Miranda is just going to check and see if the baby is healthy. And we can probably see the baby’s gender. That is, if you wanted.”

Aclina’s golden eyes widen. “Really? We’ll be able to see the baby’s gender that early?”

“Yes!”

You hear a knock on the door. A maid pokes her head in. “M’lady? Mother Miranda has arrived.”

With a pang of jealousy, you see your wife’s eyes soften at the mere mention of Mother Miranda’s name. “Very well. Send her in.”

You had always found your wife’s devotion to Mother Miranda disturbing. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you knew she was up to something. However, Mother Miranda always remained cool and indifferent, even to her so-called “children” who adored her.

Mother Miranda steps inside the room. With surprise you note that she has ditched her usual regalia in favor of teal scrubs and a labcoat. She still retains her ethereal beauty and elegance, however.

Alcina immediately goes to her, genuflects, and kisses her hand. “Mother Miranda. My wife and I are honored to have you in our home.”

“Yes,” you say as Alcina takes back her place at your bedside. “We appreciate you taking the time.” You take Alcina’s hand and rest both of your left hands on your belly, making sure that Mother Miranda sees your wedding rings on top of one another.

You know you’re being petty. You don’t care.

Mother Miranda doesn’t seem to mind, though. She smiles and brings the sonogram over to the bed. “Well, shall we begin?” You move your blouse up while she brandishes a tube. “This will feel a little cold, but it won’t hurt,” she says as she pours the chill liquid on your belly.

You inhale sharply as it makes contact, but pat Alcina’s hand when you see her worried expression. Miranda moves the camera over your belly. “It should be coming up on the monitor any minute now.”

You glance over and sure enough, an image of your child has appeared on the monitor. You gasp softly. “Darling, look! It’s-”

“OH MY GOD!”

Alcina has grabbed your hand tightly and there is an expression of horror on her face. “Mother Miranda, you must perform a procedure at once! There’s a parasite that’s taken over our baby!”

You look from Alcina back to the monitor and chuckle. “Darling, that parasite IS our baby.” Mother Miranda pulls the monitor closer and you gently turn your wife’s head to look at it. “See?”

“Oh,” Alcina exhales softly. She puts one hand on your stomach and the other on the monitor. “That’s our baby?”

“Yes, my love,” you say as tears start to form in your eyes. “That’s our daughter.”

Alcina turns quickly from the monitor. Her smile is radiant as she takes both of your hands in hers. “We’re having another daughter?”

“Yes!” you say as you kiss her knuckles.

“I would say you’re about 20 weeks along.” You jump and turn around at Mother Miranda’s voice. In all the excitement you had forgotten she was there. “The foetal heart rate is stable. She’s a healthy baby girl.” She smiles and for once it actually reaches her eyes. You would find it breathtaking if you didn’t hate her so much.

Almost instantly you’re reminded of a conversation you had with Heisenberg on the day you and Alcina announced your pregnancy at the Four Lords meeting. When Mother Miranda took Alcina aside to chat, Heisenberg put a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, hon. You mind if we talk for a sec?”

“Sure, I don’t mind,” you said, putting your hand protectively on your belly as you followed him behind a broken pillar.

Heisenberg took off his glasses and gave you a level gaze. “I want you to be careful around Mother Miranda with this baby.”

You nodded. “I’ll try to be sensitive around her. I know she’s still mourning the loss of her child, Eveline.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

You looked up sharply at that. “What do you mean, then?”

“Look, hon. I’m the youngest, but I’ve known Mother Miranda for many years. She can be very manipulative and conniving.”

“Karl, you’re scaring me.” You took a step back.

“No, no, honey, you don’t need to be scared.” Heisenberg gently patted your shoulder. “If you need anything, I’ll be here for you, Junior here, and even that super-sized bitch you call your wife. I’m here.”

“Will you be Godfather for the baby, then?” you blurt out suddenly.

Heisenberg said nothing, but blinked in surprise. He suddenly started furiously wiping his eyes, saying thickly, “Sure, hon. Whatever you need.”

“Awwww, is the little child crying?” You jumped as you heard your wife’s drawl. She rested her hand on your waist and smirked at Heisenberg.

“No!” Heisenberg snapped, wiping his nose with a tissue. “I must be allergic to that awful perfume you wear. Whatever happened to Chanel no. 5? Isn’t that what old biddies like you usually wear?”

Alcina curled her lip in a snarl and you heard a growl from deep in her throat. Before she could unsheathe her claws, you turned to her and asked, “Darling, can we go home now? I’m tired.”

Her flashing eyes softened as they turned to you. “Of course we can, draga mea.”

Just like before, Mother Miranda is talking to Alcina. “If you smoke, make sure that Y/N isn’t around,” Mother Miranda is saying. “And you’ll need to pause your feedings from her, too. We can’t risk any blood not flowing to the baby.”

Alcina nods crisply as you feel your cheeks redden. “Understood, Mother Miranda.”

Mother Miranda turns to leave. “I’ll leave you two alone for now. Congratulations again!” Mother Miranda gives you one last smile before she goes. You hope Alcina doesn’t hear your sigh of relief as the door closes behind her.

Later that night, you and Alcina are in bed together after a particularly passionate night of lovemaking. You rest your head on her chest as she strokes your hair. Very gently, almost tentatively, she rests her hand on your belly. You look at her profile and notice her brow is furrowed with concern.

You kiss her bare shoulder. “Darling, there is nothing to worry about. Mother Miranda said our daughter is healthy.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” she whispers.

“Then what is it?” You gently take her face in your hands and turn her so she is facing you, lying on her side. “You know you can talk to me about anything.”

“I know.” She gently rubs a thumb along your belly. “It’s just that she’s so...small.”

You laugh. “Well, babies usually tend to come in small.”

“I’m serious.” You look up and see your wife’s golden eyes are brimming over with tears. “When she’s born, she’ll be so tiny and fragile. I’m so big, what if I hug her too close to me and accidentally break her arm? What if she grows up and becomes frightened of me? What if…” Her tears are spilling over onto her cheeks and she says the last words so quietly you have to lean in to hear them. “What if she thinks I’m a monster?”

“Oh my darling, come here.” You pull Alcina close to you and kiss her forehead. You gently tilt her dark head up so she is looking into your eyes. “You are already such a wonderful mother. You are so gentle with our other daughters. You’re being gentle with our daughter right now.” You interlace your combined fingers over your belly. “You will not break her. I promise you.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” Alcina kisses you deeply and takes you in her arms to make love to you one more time before you fall asleep, holding each other close.

#re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #lady dimitrescu fanfic #re8 fanfiction #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x female reader #alcina x reader #alcina x maiden #lady dimitrescu x maiden

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Lady Dimitrescu x female reader 💋

• WARNINGS: Explicit horror elements, gore, mentions of blood, minor character death, sapphic love.

glass angel, part XVI.

There’s no true limits to existence, only one-way thresholds which, once passed, never open again.

Small, frosty kisses tickled your limbs, melting into the unnatural heath of your skin. Your body felt weightless, a ghastly shape in the dunes of pristine snowflakes piling atop of graves and tombstones. As if woken from a profound sleep, you fluttered your eyes and suddenly pushed yourself to sit up in the bed of snow.

It must’ve been dusk; heavy, gray clouds hung low over familiar hills and pine tops, blurring the line between the sky and the ground. Lightheaded, you shifted about until your knees dug deep into the frozen soil. Beneath yourself was a pile of dry, colorless flowers and a rusty lamp with a single, half-burnt candle. The cross impaled into the grave appeared familiar, albeit old and damaged by harsh Romanian winds. A name, a person – your heart ached, yet you could not recall who it was, only that you used to visit her plenty times before. The memory was too fuzzy, like a tangled ball of yarn which only tightened the more you tried to loosen it.

You carefully stood, turning away from the grave. The hem of your long, white dress carved circles in the snow as you spun, confused, struggling to decipher where exactly you were. Rural houses sat perked on white hills, peeking at you through hollow windows. They, too, appeared familiar, yet not enough to stir a clear remembrance within you. Everything seemed to be part of a dream, of a former life, something you vaguely might recall at dawn. The snow, however, was palpable and real, dazzling beneath the half-moon rising. You knew it should’ve felt cold, yet your skin was unperturbed by its icy touch, and so you gazed at it in awe until ghastly howls ripped through the placid stillness of the night.

Suddenly, the ground shook with the weight of beastly feet stomping through the fields. You caught a glimpse of deformed, Frankenstein-like creatures scraping the roofs of whatever dilapidated houses still stood upright. Ahead of them were armed men, some falling prey to the slobbering mouths of their pursuers, others shattering the eerie silence with loud bullets. And though the scene unveiled right before you, it appeared oneiric itself, as if you were naught but a spectator to a midnight horror show. That is, until you locked eyes with one particular young man.

He froze momentarily and called out to you, an unfamiliar name leaving his bruised lips. Although you couldn’t remember clearly, you felt as if it was your name; or, the name of a dream version of you which no longer existed in this plane. A rain of bullets illuminated the sky, painting abandoned homes in dark entrails and crimson blood. The putrid scent of death lingered in the air as the war temporarily died down, leaving only one man standing. Your eyes met again, his own full of relief and exhilaration, yours vacant as if you were a porcelain doll.

“O-oh God… I knew it!! I knew I’d find you! God, do you have any idea h-how much…” He stuttered from the cold and raw excitement as he embraced you tightly to his chest. “…how much I… I-… God I was so scared… so scared…”

Emotion threatened to spill from his beautiful eyes as he gazed at you with such love that your own heart nearly burst with joy. Once upon a former life, you surely must’ve known him too. The poor, sweet young man shuddered with cold from head to toe, yet he shrugged his coat off and wrapped you in its warmth. The scent was familiar, too.

“A-are you alright? Did you… get hurt? B-bitten?” His teeth chattered, but you couldn’t find your voice to answer. A terrifying symphony of howls and screeches echoed throughout the land, announcing the arrival of yet another hellish army. Both of you stood very still, his attention all over your surroundings whilst yours was affixed on a worn-out piece of wood. On it was written – Castle Dimitrescu.

Dimitrescu…

Alcina Dimitrescu.

The image of The Countess came back to you as clear as a dew drop on clover leaves. Sweet rose perfume filled your lungs, setting your skin ablaze, rousing a dance of butterflies in your chest. Her voice, a low rumble, reverberated in your heart, reviving the blood within your veins.

“H-hey! Let’s go! Let’s get outta here, those things ar-“

“Shhh…”

You tempered the fright in the youth’s lovely eyes. Forthwith, he appeared so frail and meek as you held his feverish cheeks in between your palms. Perhaps you did remember him. A man you once loved, who couldn’t sleep a wink since you disappeared, unaware that the woman he’d been looking for had died long ago. You were naught but a shell, emptied of humanity and filled with sin and forbidden hungers.

“I’m not the one you’re looking for.”

You murmured gently whilst you caressed the swollen skin beneath his eyes. The haunting sound of ravenous mouths grew louder and nearer, and as you glanced at your feet you realized Lycans had already eaten his body. Only his head, frozen in terror, remained cradled in your dainty palms. Your white dress became heavy with blood, the snow around you melting in a crimson puddle. You watched in a haze as the hybrid monsters scattered, each carrying a body part in their gruesome mouths.

“Sleep well…”

You whispered as you pressed a kiss to the young man’s gaping mouth and delicately wrapped his head in his coat. With a last touch you closed his eyes and left him by the grave of your late grandmother to rest in merciful, eternal life. The candle was now burning dimly, a flame produced by the warmth of your undead touch, never to die unless you died a second time.

“Hai acasă, draga mea… Hai, iubire…”

Come home, my dear… come, love…

You followed that gracious voice through broken trunks and endless mountains of ice. Roots seemed to shrink and hide into the frozen ground, letting you pass as you navigated the Carpathian labyrinth. At the end of it, Castle Dimitrescu stood menacing and imperial, looming over the pitiful village you’ve left behind. And at its gate, the seductive matron awaited with an elegant cigarette pressed to her dark rose lips.

Alcina…

Her eyes were like two beads of gold, shimmering brilliantly in the thick fog.

“What am I?...”

Softly you inquired as you followed the gleam of her predatory gaze. Frost evaporated beneath your feet, sizzling, leaving the ground dry and cracking with heat. A fire burned within you; one born of passion and unnatural elements alike. Like a Phoenix you rose again, beckoned by The Lady’s charms, leaving your human ashes behind to be reborn as something you’ve yet to comprehend.

“You are…” Alcina begun, her mouth like dark rose petals behind the cloud of her satin smoke. “…a thousand times more beautiful, a thousand times more powerful, and…”

“… and?” You echoed demurely, with arms outstretched to welcome her familiar embrace.

The Madam leaned down, enveloping you in her rich perfume and the powerful hold of her arm. Your bare feet no longer touched the snow as she stood to her impressive height, cradling you high above the ground. Up close, her beauty was disarming.

“…and you are my bride.”

She sealed the promise with a deep kiss, at last. You easily surrendered, like many times before, forgetful of the life you’ve left behind; like a glass angel in the deadly claws of the devil.

That’s where you were always fated to be.

- End.

#lady dimitrescu fanfic #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #countess alcina #alcina x reader #horror fanfic #vampire fanfiction #sapphic fanfic #sapphic love

[rezzyromance]

God that last heisenberg fic was just *chefs kiss*! I kinda want to see it the other way around now, so how do you think each of the lords would care for their s/o when they’re sick? Love your writing as always! :D

(I'm really glad I got the opportunity to do this, so I will be writing separate stories for each of the Lords taking care of their sick s/o's. This will be Alcina's)

Alcina takes care of her sick s/o (Alcina x GN! Reader)

Your head pounded as it felt like an intense pressure was being forced onto all sides of it. You could feel another cough coming on as you continued to attempt at preparing dinner for Alcina and her daughters, which you had basically adopted as your own. Since it's been very hard to find any maids in the area, it's been up to you and Alcina to take turns on preparing dinner. Tonight was your turn, but all day you have felt the absolute worst. You avoided your love and the daughters all day, not wanting them to notice. You didn't want to get in their way, plus you're not even that sick, right?

You gripped the knife in your hand tightly, taking a break from cutting the chicken you were preparing to gain some composure. You couldn't breath through your nose, so you had to open your mouth slightly. You're whole body felt heavy, and cold, yet so hot all at the same time. It was overwhelming, but the end of the day was drawing closer and closer.

"Everything alright, my dear? You don't look like yourself and I haven't seen much of you all day.", the sudden voice had caused you to jump. Normally you can hear Alcina's footsteps grow louder as she gets closer and closer, but the pounding of your headache had blocked it out. "I'm fine. Just tired.", you try to play it off. "Your voice sounds awful! You are in no shape to be preparing dinner!", her voice grew loud, but you knew she was only concerned. She came closer and removed a glove from her hand, gently placing a few fingers on your cheek. "You're blazing to the touch! Here, I will not allow you to push yourself more than you need to.", she effortlessly picks you up bridal style and begins to carry you to the bedroom. "Is dinner done yet, (Y/N)?", Daniela asks. "(Y/N) is going to go get some rest. Dinner will be done shortly.", Alcina assures her. "Are you okay, (Y/N)?", Daniela asks, a little worried. "Yes, just a little head cold I believe.", you smile.

Once you make it to the bedroom, she places you on the bed and you remove your shoes before putting your feet on it. "I'll make something extra special for you. Now get some rest, my love.", Alcina says with a warm smile on her face. She leans over and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, leaving a red mark from her lipstick. "Thank you, my love.", you say. She gives you one last smile before ducking under the doorway and leaving.

The bed was very comfortable. Large pillows consumed your head and the sheets felt like a cool, silky ocean against your hot skin. You had begun to dose off, falling in and out of a nap. After a while, the sound of the door creaking open snapped you out of your daze. "Dinner is served, dearie." she enters with a little cart that carried a plate and a teapot with freshly brewed tea. You sat up as she gathered the silverware in one hand and the plate in the other, handing it to you. "I used some herbs that should help with your illness. And, the tea leaves were a gift from Donna I never had a use for. She said they can help sooth a sore throat.", you poured the tea into a cup and took a sip, careful to not burn your mouth. "It's lovely.", you smile before taking another sip. "I'm glad they won't go to waste. Since the girls and I have finished our dinner and they're settled down for the night, I think I may wind down as well.", she says while removing her hat.

As you consumed your dinner, she changed from her day clothes to more comfortable night wear. A beautiful and shiny pearl-white silk nightgown. She then began to remove her makeup and brushed out her hair. "Are you feeling any better, (Y/N)?", she looks over to ask. She looks breath taking. She's just as elegant looking as always, if not more. "I do feel a little better, yes. Although I believe the remedy to completely cure me isn't quite within reaching distance.", you joke as you stretch an arm out, reaching towards her. You watch as a natural blush begins to flood her cheeks. "Well I believe I can provide this remedy, but only if you wait patiently while I clean up the dishes from dinner.", she gets up and throws on a robe and house shoes. You groan dramatically. "I'm not sure I'll make it that long.", you drape your arm over your face. "Well if that's the case then I'm afraid this is goodbye.", she joked and walked by, taking your empty plate and cup and placing it onto the cart. She wheeled it out and placed all of the dirty dishes in the sink. Not wanting to leave you waiting, she filled the sink with water and decided she would clean them in the morning. Before finally going back to comfort you, she quietly made her way to the girl's bedrooms to tuck in their sleeping bodies and kiss their foreheads.

Finally, she made it back to the bedroom you shared. "Sorry for the wait. I'm all yours now." You respond by holding your arms out and yawning. "Poor sweet thing.", she smiles and crawls into bed beside you, pulling you closer to her body. You rested your head on her chest as she ran her fingers through your hair. "My poor (Y/N)." she kisses your forehead. You both giggle and she begins to rub your back. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?", she asks. "Well... I didn't want to worry you.. or get in your way.", you anxiously respond. "That's ridiculous. I love you, my dear, and I want to take care of you whenever you need it. You don't have to hide yourself from me." "I know.. it's just I-", she put a finger over your mouth to silence you. "Hush. You don't have to hide yourself from me and you don't have to reason with me. I know for a fact that I want to care for you. You are in no one's way.", she pulls lays one of her large legs over yours. "Now, let us rest. If you need anything at all throughout the night, do not be afraid to wake me.", she kisses your lips deeply, rubbing your hot feverish cheek while doing so. You nod once she pulls away. "Good night. I love you.", you snuggle your head closer. "And I love you, (Y/N).", she rests her hand behind you with her arm across your body. "And thank you.", you quietly mumble drowsily. "Anything for my love."

#alcina x reader #lady d x reader #re8 #resident evil village #lady demetrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady alcina

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Henlo fandom! Now we explore that angst situation where Alcina is drunk by a excessive amount of maiden's blood and passed out in front of Donna's door. Mention of: self-inflicted pain, blood, tortures and loss of children.

It is a cold, dark night. When that forgotten-by-Gods village had a night with a full moon and shining stars? Something that was remotely...nice? Alcina was devastated by Ethan's murder of her daughters, she managed to survive by pure accident and the basements smell so good, that place looks so inviting and tempting: darkness, loneliness, silence. Peace. A dead woman rotten to the core clearly belonged to a place with that aura. A long,red,solitary tear run from her eyes to her neck all the way down that white, burned and ripped dress she loves so much. Alcina put her head under the blood line in a tub full of sanguine Virginis than she walks out the door. That disgusting human stole the body of her angels after the fight. If the vampire had a heart she probably would ripped it off her chest. The lady of the castle try to sit on chair made of iron spines in order to feel something different. Maybe that inflicted pain is the proof she has a heart,but one that does not pump anymore. If she peeled her skin maybe she would find crystals, something more noble than that rotten corpse that she is.That numb in her mind ... she was unable to say a single word about anything. The blood she drunk is restoring her body-structures and organs, but she has no urgency of breathing. Suddenly,when the moon reveals itself trough clouds Alcina decides to stand up and drink some more. Her head only reminds her how disgraceful that behaviour is.

So Alcina walks for minutes,for hours, ignored by monsters on the streets,by animals. And she passed out in a foggy zone she does not remember .

Angie opened the door.

"Mom! That tall busty woman smalls bad! Maybe is dead! Can we use her skin? May I have her claws? We can cut them off! " suggests the creature .

It is not usual that Donna moves to the front door from her chamber and her laboratory in the house,but when Angie calls mom should be there, no? A woman passed out at her door? A tall,busty woman? Maybe Alcina? That sounds bad. She paused for a moment and she looks down at her feet the big, stained and smelling body. "Call for help,Angie " Donna decides abruptly "no,darling, you can't have claws from her,she is alive. Very alive, stinky, but alive".

A bunch of clowns and creepy broken dolls help to transport Alcina inside.

Donna is disappointed when Alcina's blood stained the elegant sofa, she scrunch her nose a bit. "Now what? I am bored,mom". "Now we wait, Angie, come here" that authoritative and quiet calls is enough for the doll to obey happily.

Alcina opens her eyes.

"What happened?"asks Donna "miss, what happened?".

"I ... Bela,Cassandra...Daniela" the vampire tried to speak with a bit of fake confidence "they are gone. My precious angels are gone" more blood more tears more stains shaking in her big, massive body.

"Ethan" Donna is clever and fast in deduction "I have to give him the second piece of that baby".

"Miranda will scold you" a fake answer to something that was not a question.

"I am not afraid of her" Donna answers "are you afraid of Mother Miranda?"

"You should. She is immortal until we gave Rose pieces" tells the vampire. Alcina breathe instinctively for a moment and she looks at the veiled woman "she took you,darling,why disrespecting her?"

"Why fight to live without hope of a win? Why to live without the ones we love? We were chosen by mother's, but we are us, we ... feel. She doesn't. I am supposed to be grateful but Mother Miranda only expanded my sorrow."

The whole debate happened trough a doll. A demonic,creepy,doll that Alcina found incredibly creepy but well preserved. The lady scans the room with the eyes able to see in the dark: well dressed dolls with perfect hair and the finest jewelry on the shelves, the flowers and the toxic flowers on the table, the finest piece of furniture. That woman shows taste in art and wood pieces. Alcina looked at her hands: pale long fingers with nails painted in black.

Donna suddenly look distressed and she disappeared in the deep of the house. The conversation was too much for her fragile mind. She need some space and Alcina was not in the mood to follow her.

Time goes by, Ethan got the baby part, but Donna is still alive. Alcina hide while all happened.

Alcina does not know why that dolls were so fascinated by her. Not only Angelica was possessed and possessive, but she started to follow her with a big scissor in her tiny hand. The woman takes her up one day:"Mom she picked me,mom!"the doll screams from the top of her lungs.

Donna remained silent.

Alcina show a vague interest in the demonic creature, but she acts sweetly when the focus is on her: someone like her cannot be bothered by a minuscule doll.

"Are you afraid of heights?"

"I want your claws! Mama does not want me to have them, but they are beautiful and sharpened!" she laughed hysterically.

"You have to listen to your mother, sweet creature" she whispered "mother knows best".

"You have daughters! I remember mama told me about them".

"I had . They were killed by Ethan". It is the first time Alcina can say it out loud, verbally. That sentence sounds unbreakable and definitive, but true.

The doll sits on her shoulder:"You are so tall madame, I can climb you. I still don't get why you choose my door to pass out a week ago".

Ah,the voices shifting, Donna is back from darkness.

"Do you want to climb me specifically, Donna,or is that a little joke from your doll?". Alcina does not have idea if she was flirty and why. The artist does not want to makes Donna close herself again inside her dark mind.

Alcina thought about the last time she met the dollmaker, that elegant, dark and melancholic figure that speaks only by her doll. In the past week she saw Beneviento dress, the creative process of her creatures. "She has daughters that will never be corrupted by Miranda" she thoughts feeling the sadness arise in her chest.

Donna in her room is sewing faster than usual. She missed a point. She is distracted, she is afraid and that sentence in mind:"Do you want to climb me?" What does that mean? That woman has no shame literally and Donna does not want to be touched by anyone. Maybe Angie could do some work with her body and that vampire was enormous. Ugh. Too much to process.

Donna Beneviento decide she should do something about the vampire question in her room downstairs.

"I am sorry for the loss you experienced " Donna declared with her firm and soft voice "I want to give you something" . The creative act is sacred to Donna, she infused the presents with magic and dark force but the looks,oh, the details, the refined painting and the matching capes. Every doll has its own blade and insects made by gemstones on the dresses.

Alcina collapsed on her knees and then looked to Donna who keep an unreadable expression under her curtain. "You should stop drink this much, madame. I cannot stay here every night of my life listening to bad jokes about sapphic sex".

Donna run away and Alcina takes two big breaths in, two out. These dolls were identical to her daughters, it was a gift by Donna , a sign of her attention to the loss and mourning the woman faced.

No, her daughters did not die forever. She takes the dolls and cuddle them, she held them onto her chest.

What was that about sapphic sex? The vampire rolled her eyes.

Also Angie climb up to her. She wants to be cuddled and hugged.

"You'll may be my new second mum if you stop scaring mama Donna" she warning the woman.

"I am not scaring your mother and I was still drunk".

"Don't try to justify yourself!" That scream again from empty lungs not used to work properly. Alcina avoided a blade from Angie. "Mom appreciated you eradicated flowers Miranda gave us. Mom wants to be happy. Mom wants to be safe ".

Alcina ripped the horrendous flowers from the house and the garden one of the morning after she get drunk. Alcina as a perfect lady was not able to keep her hands out of Donna's house that was... dirty, if she had to say kindly. The lady decided that an act of good can do better than a dozens words of wisdom.

"I did it because it was necessary: if she wanted to be freed from Miranda's power the flowers are a first step".

"Mom knows that you are kind and considerate. Sometimes. When you do not eat human flesh, she doesn't like that behaviour ".

"It is not something I decided to start: It is a consequence of the mutation Miranda induced" the vampire defends herself.

"She knows,but she does not like it anyway" replied Angie" and she also think you two have two talk when she feels better". Alcina agreed

The next monday Donna feel better to face a conversation. At 9.00 in the morning,Donna shows up at the table .

Alcina looked at her:"How are you,darling?".

"Scared" answered Donna " and tired. Do you still have some jokes about sex? I find sex repulsive".

"I find sex interesting. But I am the one here who is trivial and coarse isn't it?" She smiled " so you are interested in me but not in sexual situations. Ok" she sipped a little of blood tea.

Beneviento didn't expected that fast acceptance for her condition about their relationship. Relationship? Oh God. She looked at Alcina.

"Is that ok for you?".

"Incredibly ok" answered the vampire lady "you host me in your home, you gave me your couch and you use your magic for me without doubting a moment. If I have to renounce sex for all of this...fine. your doll is far more interesting to me than a vagina".

"Thank you". The only thing miss Beneviento was able to think about was "thank you" like a broken neon.

The vampire nodded :"yes,I know, I am fabulous and awesome and I eat human flesh but darling,I would be too perfect If I didn't. You have fetus in the hall".

"It is an allucination" said Donna but she laughed "do you like it? Sometimes I call it Roger".

"You give your hallucinations names?"asked the woman.

"They were the only thing I had before your drunk depressed night walk".

"So I did the right thing somehow" decided the brunette, happily .

"No, but I am not in the position to criticise your choices ".

"You did it right now".

"I prefer to call what I did - exposing facts-" Donna take the tea.

Alcina laughed and also Angie.

"You have very strange reaction when you are afraid. So you need another mom for Angie?"

The dollmaker was quiet for a moment:"Yes. And weren't you the one who was happy with climbing up to each other?".

Sassy. Donna Beneviento is incredibly sassy when she feel enough strength and emotional involvement with someone. Alcina loves it.

"So can I climb on you?"asked Angie to Alcina" now you are my mom!" The little doll was delighted with her new person in the house.

Alcina gave to Donna a long,intense and funny sight. The question implied is clear to them both.

Maybe Donna also needed a mom sometimes. Maybe her damaged mind blurs the lines between the affection she missed and the affection she is getting,but that's not important. She is happy again, the house is full of living presences. A vampire. Oh,the irony...

The doll hugged mom Alcina strongly.

Miranda punished Donna for the misbehaving and the Ethan question, she suffered again and she came back home struggling to breathe properly because of the tortures she faced.

Alcina preserved her and protected her till the end of their time. The explosion and the mold died was a relief to both of them. Angie was broken,but Donna opened her single eye with the face covered in blood. She snuggled into Alcina arms for a moment covering her dress with stains, the vampire cleanse the veils in a fountain and put them back on Donna's angelic face, giving her a kiss.

"Sleep,darling, you are tired" Dimitrescu murmured while caressing the hair of the other woman on her lap "sleep,I am here. We did it. Ethan won".

"I want to be drunk right know" Donna declared and gives Alcina a kiss, a long, intense blood-tasting kiss.

"Nah,darling,better this way. I am sure tomorrow you will be at work for something that can climb up to me and I have a maiden to crush".

"Probably " answered Donna "but please,do not left the couch dirty. I have only one couch" and she fall asleep after a long time, hand in hand with someone who loves.

#resident evil what if #resident evil headcanons #resident evil the village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #donna beneviento #alcinaxdonna #lesbian dimitrescu #countess alcina dimitrescu #countess alcina #vampire #fluff #angst #short stories #fanfiction #resident evil fanfic

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Alcina Dimitrescu/f reader

+some well meaning Chris

I also posted this on my ao3 account Homoeroticmicrowave as a part of my resident evil oneshots book the link to which is : https://archiveofourown.org/works/32351686/chapters/80202100

For context in this the reader works with Chris but got kidnapped by Alcina and ended up bonding with her

Anyway behold My dignified shit post:

Alcina tilted your head up by your chin with one of her claws with a gentle sort of care “I might just be enamoured by you my little maiden” her voice had a certain air to it as the power she carried held strong though the coldness it had been coddled by withered away.

“And I am just glad to have met someone as truly brilliant as you are you make my heart feel like it’s faltering” Alcina’s tensed muscles and rigid posture seemed to deflate as her claws retracted.

“My little human girl you truly are one of a kind you are too good for this world and it’s cruelty that it afflicts you with”

Her hands incased yours as she held them so lightly ”Stay with me” Alcina’s eyes steadily gazed into your own “I want you to stay with me in this castle forever with me. I want you to marry me and be mine and let me be yours”

You almost thought she was joking but Alcina Dimitrescu would never make such a joke and to claim that she had would be ludicrous it was simply not in her nature to be so brash with her humour. However, declarations received a treatment that was a far cry to how her delicate words of amusement were handled

“I can give you a life worthy of living for you. I’ll have you adorned in whatever clothes you would see fit to clad your body and express your beauty in all of its forms, I’ll have you living a luxurious life that would make a deity envious, your every desire would be fulfilled if you only ask and I promise you I will give you everything if only to see you relish the world you live in” there was a certain warmth to her tone that she never previously expressed to you.

”It’s a pitiful world full of devastation and tyranny and I will not have it harm you from hence forth”

You released one of your hands from her gentle grasp so that your hands could reach out

“You make me feel pink and small and like I’m fluttering like my feet could rise from the ground and I’d float in the air like some sort of silly, little cartoon character when they’re smitten by someone” you felt overheated and uncomfortable as you spoke but you continued

“I would stay with you whether or not you had riches to offer me. Castles and gowns and jewellery is all very lovely but it’s not what keeps me yearning. I want you Alcina, I want you and I want to spend every moment that I can with you” you smiled despite your inability to even glimpse her face. A coward you were and yet a lovesick fool you were all the same.

“I found a home with you Alcina.” Your eyes finally reunited with hers and as she looked at you, you had never felt more loved than in that moment. “Let me be your home too….let me marry you” the words caressed her heart and she moved your arms so that they fell around her neck and she lifted you up by your waist. “I treasure every moment I have with you my love” she whispered. “Let this world we’ll build last forever”

When you had a moment alone while getting ready you radioed into whatever members of your team were still alive and had their radios still working and on them “So I’m not gonna be able to go back with you guys but everything’s pretty good so uh yeah I don’t really know how to explain the predicament- no that’s too negative a word- situation- no, no this is not a situation that makes it sound like there’s some kind of situation- what I meant to say the events that preceded my current happenings can be perceived as a little odd however everything is fine, goodbye forever”

You threw your radio out of the window and into the snow and presumed it had broke. Chances were your teammates would not have heard your message but it was still polite to let them know you were alive and well and would simply just not be joining them on their way home or anything at all again ever because you were about to be married to a giant, homocidal lady. They could be angered by your supposed ‘disrespectful’ tone concerning how you address everyone and didn’t go over formalities but you were gifted with this thing known as manner which influenced your decision to inform them of your lack of presence on the return journey before hand.

You were just considerate like that.

You gushed over the dress you had been so graciously gifted. It truly was a work of art tailored just for you. Each detail of it was made with a passionate precision that had you gawking with glee as you admired every segment of material woven into the fabric.

It was a true marvel and you felt like a piece of artwork yourself that would be displayed with great care in an art museum. You looked like a glamorous painting that was created with such integral beauty that the expertise of the artist could not be measured by any title or prideful words.

A sense of pride ghosted your senses and you found your fingertips brushing the mirror with such a light touch that you couldn’t br sure your skin had made contact with the mirror at all. You were so subconsciously convinced what you were looking into was glazed with deceit and if you touched the mirror you would break the illusion of beauty and your true form of much lesser looks would be restored. But that didn’t happen and for a moment you could sympathise with narcissus as much like them you found yourself fawning over the being of beauty that you weren’t entirely sure was yourself.

You were truly a bride who’s beauty was beyond befitting of any title that could be bestowed upon you and you thought yourself to be belonging with angels of artwork, your place was dancing with the muses who were worth more than simple adoration and worship.

You weren’t a god but you were blessed by Aphrodite’s touch and you were sure simple folk could not help but be too mesmerised to experience jealousy at your envious appearance.

If it were a sin to be enraptured in revelling in your own appearance than you would relish the hellfire that rained down to scorch your flesh and soul. You’d paint such a pretty picture dancing in the misery of hell gifted by sins. Lucifer had treated you well and you thanked them for gracing you with what God couldn’t.

Alcina’s voice rang out like a dove from behind the door and lulled you away from the mirror your attention had been stolen by. “Perhaps you could be so gracious as to adorn me with your presence”

You turned to face the direction of her voice “of course anytime my love” you said earnestly.

“I won’t look at you now nor do I want you to see me just yet but I couldn’t help but to speak to you just for a moment beforehand…I want it to be special my dear and I won’t want for it to be any less special than either of us want for it to be because you deserve everything you want and yet lover I find myself needing to be selfish and needing to hear your voice”

”Alcina it’s okay” you couldn’t help but to let a giggle escape you “I can’t help but feel nervous to see you and yet I can’t wait to I love you and tonight is special because it’s our night it’s special because it marks the first day I get to be with you forever”

You head Alcina let out a small laugh tainted by an agitating anxiousness. “So do I”

You felt breathless as you stepped out into the night. Donna your apparent personal seamstress and now flower girl guided you to where it would take place.

Alcina stared as though she had witnessed something that couldn’t be explained by any science or rationality. While she herself was a sight to take in when she saw you she felt as though her childhood dreams were coming true as you seemed mythical.

When your eyes met her you felt like you were falling and you didn’t want to stop. Not for a moment. She was gorgeous. A wedding dress perfectly fit for her graced her elegant features. She looked ethereal and you wanted to reach out to touch her. Each step you took seemed so slow. Far too slow for your liking. You wanted to be in her arms and soon.

When you did finally meet her while tradition forbid you to kiss her just yet you at least reached out to hold her hands. Your eyes glistened with joy all of the love you had barely fit in your body as it threatened to burst out of you in bounds of laughter and tears. You felt so much and you wanted to feel like that forever. You wanted for this moment to last forever. You wanted to be held by her forever.

Your hair seemed so gorgeous and lustrous in the glowing moonlight. Fairy lights decorated the trees surrounding you and fireflies twirled in the breeze. To think you would see such beauty and wonder in what had once been a placed that had brought you such terror and havoc.

Alcina held you tenderly as though she couldn’t quite believe this was happening. She wouldn’t be isolated in that feeling as you were swarmed by disbelief, you didn’t shun all of the conflicting emotions you were feeling. Not for a moment. You welcomed them and you couldn’t help but tingle with the relief of any negative thoughts or surprise being overwhelmed with ecstatic delight. You had thought of marriage in the general sense before when considering where the events of your life might lead you and while it wasn’t conventional not anything close to what you could have ever expected you would gladly spend the rest of your days residing in Dimitrescu castle with Alcina. She really was one marvellous woman.

You had insisted on certain songs being played at your wedding from fun songs you had once joked about being played at your wedding to irresistibly romantic guilty pleasures that you would have been teased mercilessly for an infinite amount of times had you ever admitted you would want played. But that was in another lifetime and while Alcina may not always understand certain aspects of your interests she was always glad to watch you indulge in them.

You two danced, chests pounding with a romantic joy you had never thought existed in the way you felt it. As your arms wrapped around her neck as she lifted you up you couldn’t help but think how a much younger version of yourself would feel giddy at knowing how in love you were. Though knowing your child self the word ‘gross’ would also most likely make an appearance as the topic of love.

You admired every detail of her face and when you kissed her you thought about how you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with her. However long you had would be amazing as long as it was spent by your side whether it be one day or one hundred years you wanted to spend it all with her. You had been bewitched by her and you couldn’t be happier.

Then your moment was interrupted by the sounds of gunfire. Violence and stubborn hatred truly had a way of ruining even the most kindest and beautiful of moments.

Alcina scooped you up and ran, throwing you over her shoulder and quickly moving so that you may escape the presence of aggression and be safe in the sanctuary she made for you.

Over her shoulder you saw Chris running, bullets blazing as he ran with a determined rage. You thought he would have been long gone by now. You had convinced Alcina to give up her part in aiding Miranda’s plan. Surely you could convince her to let these people leaves unscathed.

You moved in front of Alcina, attempting to quell her anger and bitter bloodlust with promises of trust and hope. You begged her to at least let you try to form some kind of truce so that you would not have to live knowing people you cared about destroyed each other. Hesitantly she let you go. Though her reluctance was apparent and she looked so eager to snatch you up and lock you far from those who put your life at risk.

You left the castle and approached the direction you were adamant Chris and probably his team would soon be.

Geez he really went to the effort to risk his life searching for your and stealing you back with him all so he could lecture you on your lack of formality and far too casual tone when you had radioed in as well as your blatant disrespect, poor execution of the mission and your inconsideration of the expense of the property you had been given. Sounds about right. It was a mistake to attempt some kind of means of communication really. And now look what happened your wedding was ruined.

You raised your hands up to show you meant no harm when Chris and found and approached you.

There was a moment between Chris properly processing you were there and him first catching sight of you where it felt like everything had been put on pause. He eyed you suspiciously as though you were some sort of distraction, a part of a malicious scheme Alcina had made in order to proficiently destroy any hope of Chris’s rescue attempt and mission succeeding.

”Hey” you waved awkwardly in a hopeless attempt to break through  the immense pressure and tension of the situation “nice to see you’re still alive and stuff that’s cool” your voice rang out through the silence. “I’m alive too which is fun looks like we have that in common”at that point you were just throwing dumb words at him in a blatant attempt to get him to respond in a way that wouldn’t suck.

Chris grabbed you and pulled you into a vice-like hug. You felt him lift you up “It’s good to see you….Where is that thing? What did that bitch do to you?” He seethed.

”Nothing she actually had a pretty good sense of hospitality-did you come here on your own without anyone-“

He had you back on the ground but his grasp never left you as he shifted his grip so that he now had a steady hold on your shoulders. “This isn’t the time to act like nothings wrong if you’re injured or you’ve been drugged with something you need to tell me” his hold on you was just as secure as it was when he hugged you even if he no longer had you squished against him.

“I’ve not been hurt really I’m not lying to you Chris” you looked him in the eyes and tried to communicate with your facial expressions that you were telling the truth.

Chris sighed slightly but nodded “good, we need to leave we can continue this conversation when we’re safe-“

You put a hand on his chest to put some distance between you both “look Chris I’m- I’m not leaving. I’m staying here” Chris looked a mixture of perplexed and horrified.

He stepped closer to you so he was practically leering over you “what are you talking about! We’re going. Now.”

“No Chris I’m not. I love Alcina and I’m not leaving her. I won’t. You can leave I’ll make sure she won’t come after you just as I made sure she no longer interfered with Ethan finding Rose but I won’t go with you”You stared defiantly at him as you stood as tall as you could despite him towering over you.

”Alcina? Is that what that bitch got you to call her!You think you love that thing! Jesus Christ what did she do to you!” Chris looked disgusted at your words.

“Hey man I don’t ruin your weddings do I the least you could do is let me go back to her-“ Chris held your arm tightly preventing you from leaving as he radioed into someone.

”I’ve acquired S/n. Clearly they’re under some kind of influence- they must have been brainwashed or put in some form of hypnotic state!” Chris hypothesised to the person on the other end of the radio upon your immediate reluctance to leave. The moment you suggested you had no interest in leaving he stopped talking directly to you. “We’ll meet you there soon we’ll need a medic and possibly some means of restraint for them” he tucked the radio back into his pocket and turned his attention back on you.

“I’m all here I’m just genuinely okay to stay here” you implored him to recognise that you were in fact all there.

Chris ignored your attempts to defend your sanity and slung you over you shoulder. “Fuck are you doing!” You yelped at his sudden action.

“I don’t know what that freak did to you but I won’t let you suffer! I won’t leave you in this hell hole! We can fix this I promise!” He seemed so genuinely concerned and you understood why but you just needed him to listen. You knew how ugly this was going to end up if he didn’t.

”Stop calling her that! You know nothing of her! There’s nothing to fix! She’s been nothing but kind to me! Please just put me down and leave!” Your pleads were wasted as he stopped responding to you.

Panicking you thrashed in his stone like grip even going so far as to try to bite and scratch him. He grunted in response to your little attack and repositioned you so that you couldn’t easily hurt him and if you did you wouldn’t do much damage.

Your fears were ignited when you heard Alcina’s voice rampaging through the wind. Chris cursed and you began begging you to put him down and leave you. Unfortunately, he interpreted your words as an attempt to sacrifice yourself for his sake, which he refused to go along with.

He didn’t let go of you as he began running and quickly grabbing a gun which he fired at Alcina with a precision you wish he lacked. You started screaming begging for them not to fight but your words crumbled as your weeping shouts were overpowered by the insatiable violence that inevitably occurred due to both parties refusal to attempt any form of reason.

While you understood the motivation both of them had and if you heard one perspective by itself you could easily side with it if the other one remained unknown to you.

Chris set you down by a tree after tying you to it. You blubbered through your messy tears that he needed to stop and listen to you for just a moment. You were desperate for them to stop before it was too late but just as always you were ignored as Chris left you to fight Alcina.

Your thoughts flurried as paranoia and fear truly sunk in and you were sure one or both of them would die. As you were sure you would lose everything to the cruelty of bloodshed. Time seemed to drag on and you struggled to release yourself from the rope that held you securely. You were so sure that one of them were dead as horrific sounds seeped into the cold night air.

Your fears proved true when you heard Alcina’s screams rattle throughout the air. Your breath hitched. What just happened-

Your head snapped at the sound of footsteps and your whole body felt like it was burning as you saw Chris’s weathered face.

He untied you and lifted you up into his arms that seemed to tremble ever so slightly. “What-what just” you could barely get the words out of your mouth. It couldn’t have possibly meant what-no there had to be some other explanation. Any other explanation.

”She won’t hurt you anymore” with those words you fell a part.

Chris remained silent as you sobbed. He just kept walking. He was sure you were just experiencing some kind of false mourning as the result of whatever Alcina had done to you. And yet guilt threatened to creep at the doubt that teased the back of his mind. He held back his thoughts and focused on getting you home.

#lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil #biohazard #chris redfield #alcina dimitrescu #lgbt girl #resident evil fanfic #angst #wlw #lgbtqia

[virgil-writes]

ash & soot

Long before the Winters come into play, a monster stalks the Forbidden Forest that surrounds the Village. Karl Heisenberg is sent to investigate, and heads deeper into darkness to find his prey, a thorn on his side and someone just like him.

on AO3: chapter one | chapter two

chapter 2 - horned god in the woods

SFW, Heisenberg being Heisenberg, 1.3K words.

The beauty of Castle Dimitrescu did wonders to mask the brutality that took place inside its walls, Heisenberg mused as he crossed the main hall. Gold wherever one looked, comfortable cushions made of velvet to make any old butt feel like royalty. The curtains probably cost more than all the furniture he had in his own chambers combined, he’d wager, the shiny brocade imported from some far away country, crafted by hand by the finest whatever they were called, et cetera, et cetera. Alcina would always pick something to brag about, the rugs to the drapes to the china to the wine, and always when he was within earshot. She would invariably compare her riches and elegance to the riffraff of a sibling she had - not that she would name any names. He had always wondered why she bothered, considering that none of the foreigners, dignitaries or peasants that heard her tales ever lived long enough to appreciate them. Regardless, he always made sure to trek through the mud when he came to visit, use her curtains as an ashtray, throw a doily in the fireplace. It had become a bit of a game, to see how long it would take before she finally noticed he had left his mark, and the worse she treated him, the worse he’d ruin her precious property.

Twenty three years and counting was the longest he had gone unnoticed, a fight bad enough erupting over her insulting his long dead parents that she had threatened to slice him to ribbons when he fired back. He remembers the headache the morning after, the soreness in his throat from yelling so much. Remembers the tears, too, though he had bitterly swallowed them as she opened the floodgate of shit she called her mouth. When the metal claws came out, he had ripped them right out of their sockets, her knuckles bleeding as she looked to Miranda for something, anything. Mother intervened when he pointed all of the blades to his sister’s neck.

He had gone down to her basement that night, while the others tended to her injuries, or at least pretended to. Super-sized bitch always did regenerate faster than all of them. He had stomped out in the front door’s direction, only to take a turn through the courtyard and into the dining room. Sneaked past the kitchen maids, into the tasting room and down to the vats. The place was dark and damp, and like most everywhere else, it reeked of blood and death. Heisenberg soon found what he was looking for: the barrel of fresh wine she had boasted about earlier that evening, ready to be bottled, aged, and then sold for a premium. It had been twenty three years since he had unzipped his pants and pissed inside that barrel, a confused moroaicǎ that was too slow to catch him as his only witness. Not that she would tell on him. He thought about that barrel sometimes, and every day that passed since the whole situation it sounded funnier. He almost wanted to tell her sometimes, ask her to rename the vintage - A Taste of Heisenberg.

The frequency of their “family gatherings” diminished after that, and Miranda had asked him, kindly, that he never harm any of his siblings again. “Or else” implied. An idle threat, naturally; Miranda had influence, but no power over their choices. As it stood then, he had nothing to oppose her, his powers still growing, uses still being explored. As for now, she had played with their heads to get their full devotion - even if he could kill her, he would still have his siblings to deal with.

He’d taken to spending ever more time in his factory then, his public appearances kept to a minimum. Sometimes she would request that he visit the village to grace them with his divine presence, to bless some newborn named after him. None would go past the gate or the altar, and most did not even know a way to open the way to his home. Even Miranda had no domain over his mountain, and he had gone through great pains to make sure it became an impenetrable fortress. For that reason they rarely visited him, and such occurrences dwindled even more in the years that followed; no one had dared to set foot inside his factory after the incident. All the better for him.

“My lord, I would speak to you, if you allow me to do so?” He was brought out of his thoughts by the pathetic voice of the servant he had seen earlier, all rags and bruises and a mess of hair, kindness in her eyes. She looked starved and sleep deprived, empty silver tray shaking in her hands even though she held onto it for dear life.

She had stopped him in the hallway before he could step outside, her cheeks flushed, a bead of sweat resting on her brow. It seemed to him like she had run all the way to catch up, a sense of urgency in her words as she spoke. She had no reaction when he lowered his glasses to get a good look at her, flashed her his best smile.

“I thought it best to warn you, Lord Heisenberg. About the beast that lurks in the woods.” There was… Concern? In her expression. Like she feared he, too, would disappear like the others, or be drained of blood and left to rot in the snow. Had she any idea who she was speaking to? Was he not revered as a God, offerings made in his honor, heads bowed as he passed? “The Horned God stalks the forest. A great beast with a voice of thunder.” Her voice was quiet and solemn, tray falling to the side as she freed her other hand to cup over her mouth. “Some say it can shift from beast to man, take the form of a beautiful maiden of raven hair. Most dare not speak of it, but others…” She trailed off and looked around, worried that their little exchange would be heard by another maid, or worse still, by one of the ladies of the castle. “It has been known to trick those who stray from the Black God. It offers to heal their families and hurt their enemies, to perform rituals bathed in blood. What it asks for in return I do not know for certain; I would never dare to speak to a heretic who would contact such a monster.”

He had found it all too amusing, but something about her terrified expression, the way she had held her hands together in prayer as she finished saying her piece, had all but crushed his urge to burst out laughing.

“Good, my hunting skills have been a little rusty.” He offered in response, adjusting the hammer over his shoulder. “What better way to practice than to kill a god, huh?” She shushed him as his voice roared, apologizing immediately after, whispering a plea to not tell the lady anything about any of it. “Your secret is safe with me,” Heisenberg put his hand over his heart, the missing touch of melodrama that permeated all of his performances. “Thanks, darling.” He held her chin up to look at him as he spoke, and there it was, that blush again. Ah, he did so love… Entertaining maidens. “Any idea where I can find this thing?”

“Past the West Old Town and into the forest deep, my lord.” She announced in that same somber tone, as if this was the last time she’d ever see him. All things considered, it might be.

“Take care, sweet pea.” He waved as he walked away, pushing the doors to the castle open to be greeted by the comfort and vastness of the field of snow.

Heisenberg searched through his pockets as he made his way across the village, humming a tune and watching as every window and door shut with a bang at the mere sign of the sunset. In the distance, the familiar sound of lycans making their way to town to prey on unsuspecting victims, howls he had become far too accustomed to.

A screw, some knives, some change, but not much else. He wondered if the “Horned God” would accept some whiskey.

#resident evil village #re 8 #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x oc #virgil writes #m: ash & soot

[nightwishesworld]

Babysitting (Part 1)

You and Alcina are roped into taking care of your friend's daughter for a few days. Alcina is...less than excited about it. I mean, come on, a baby in Castle Dimitrescu? What could possibly go wrong?!

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The warmth of the afternoon sun crept its way into the windows of Castle Dimitrescu. Both you and Alcina decided it was a beautiful day to take your afternoon tea in the gardens instead of the library . Blooms grew in newly fragranced air, the sweet petals that fluttered reflected by the honeyed-sweetness within. The garden birds always warm your heart. They bring so much joy just from watching them play and dance around the hedges. There are so many of them out today, large and small, brown, red-capped, and golden stripped. You love listening to their chirping, each singing its own beautiful song.

Alcina held your hand over the table as she sipped her special blend of tea.

“Oh, Darling, did I tell you Cristofor and Lucia are going out of town? He says it’s for business but honestly, I think they just want to have a break from the baby. I mean, I don’t blame them, it’s their first kid and you know how hectic everything’s been for them lately."

Alcina nods. “Yes, well, it didn’t help that they were a little unprepared for baby Julianna. That’s her name, right? I remember we offered to buy a few things for them before she was born.”

“Yeah, that’s it, but I just call her Jewel. My precious little gem. I guess they’re gonna be gone for the extended weekend and need someone to watch her.”

Alcina scoffs. “I pity those they choose.”

“Oh stop it, Alcina, it won’t be that bad.”

She stops what she’s doing, nearly choking on her tea, and just stares at you. “You didn’t. You did not! Please for the love of Mother Miranda tell me you didn’t say we would take care of her!”

Your silence was all the answer she needed.

“Why would you do that? Castle Dimitrescu is no place for a baby!”

“Tell that to Cris! I tried telling him that and all he did was assure me that everything would be fine. They feel Jewel would be safest in our care; they were practically begging, Al. What was I supposed to say?”

“No?” You roll your eyes at her. “What about their family? Are they really not available?”

“Lucia said she would feel guilty asking her folks to do any more for them. They usually watch her every day Cris and Lucia are at work. Imagine that plus three straight days; I would want a break too.”

Alcina stayed silent.

“They’re gonna stop by in a few days with some stuff, like diapers and toys and things.”

Alcina huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m so glad you discussed the details so thoroughly with them.”

“I figured you would say no. Look, I’m sorry I went behind your back but they really need a babysitter and they don’t trust anyone as they do us. Besides, I’m Jule’s unofficial aunt, I don’t think I can say no to something like this. I know you don’t like kids, but-”

“What are you talking about? I love seeing little Julianna.”

“You do? Cause every time they come to visit you seem kind of...distant”

“I don’t...I don’t like holding her. She’s too tiny and fragile for someone like me to be holding.”

“Someone like you?” Then it dawned on you. “Oh, Alci. You don’t actually believe that, do you? You’re always so gentle with her.”

“Because if I’m not delicate I’ll crush her.” Alcina’s face held sorrow to it, not evident to most individuals.

“You wouldn’t crush her, Alci. I know you better than that. You literally came running into my study the other day because I screamed ‘spider,’ and then carried me out because I lost sight of it. You’re a lot more gentle than you’re giving yourself credit.You're a good, thoughtful, and gentle person Alci. Anyone who can’t see that is purely idiotic,” I muttered under my breath.

“I suppose it’s not the worst thing in the world, having a baby running around the castle. And we have time to babyproof everything.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard, love, she’s only seven months old. She’s only just starting to learn how to crawl.”

You were talking but Alcina wasn’t listening. She was too busy making a mental checklist of everything that needed to be done before baby Julianna arrived. “Hmm? Oh yes, of course, darling. Do you know where they got those baby gates? We’re going to need quite a few of them.”

“Alci, I don’t think we’ll need-” She’s already walked away. “ Hey, at least you’re embracing it?”

True to his word, Cris arrived at the castle three days later with a carriage full of supplies. You wanted to welcome them with Alcina, but the matriarch was nowhere to be found. The past few days for her have been spent deep cleaning the walls and floors, which really sucked, especially for Bela, Cassi, and Dani. They stuck doing the hard labor as Alcina bossed them around.

You greeted him with a tight hug. “Thank god you’re here. Alcina’s going crazy trying to babyproof everything. I don’t think the castle’s ever been this protected. Or this clean,” I muttered the last part under my breath.

Cris put a hand over his heart. “Oh, she doesn’t have to do that! Julianna can barely crawl five feet. Besides, I know for certain this place is much neater than our house, even on a bad day. She would have been perfectly fine.”

“I tried to tell her to not worry so much, but it just goes in one ear and out the other. Perhaps if she hears it from you she’ll finally listen,” I rolled my eyes playfully.

Cris nods. “And you wonder why I think Julianna’s so safe up here. I’ll be sure to mention it to Alcina. Do you wanna unload this stuff now or wait for her?”

You glance behind him to the carriage. There were a few large bags filled with miscellaneous items as well as a few larger things on the back seat not bagged at all like the playpen. “I don’t even know where she is, Cris. And I’d offer to have the girls help, but they’re hiding from Alci. Let’s just get started. We can put it in the lounge in the foyer until Alcina comes around.”

“Sounds like a plan. Some of this stuff I’ll bring more of when we drop her off, like diapers, you’ll never have enough diapers,” he says as he tosses you a bag.

“So you’ve said. Didn’t you have a nightmare about it once?”

“Before Lucia even went into labor. We ran out and every shop in a 50-mile radius was sold out. To date, it’s one of my worst nightmares.”

You laughed. “So where are you guys going? I mean, really going. You don’t actually think I believe that crap about a Mortician Expo, do you?”

Cris gave you a look of skepticism and stayed silent as if he were planning his next move.

“Relax man, I don’t actually care. Taking care of a baby is more work than I can imagine. I would want a break too!” The statement seemed to ease him.

“Nowhere special. We made reservations at a nice hotel a few hours south of here; it’s got a pool, hot tub, couples massages, the works!”

You nod, tossing the last of the bags by the lounge. “Nice! You guys deserve it, like I said, I can’t imagine how much work taking care of Julianna is.”

“You won’t have to in a few days,” he laughed.

“I’m excited now, but something tells me I won’t be in a few days. Just sleep deprived!”

“Nah you’ll love it. It’s just, well only slightly tiring! That’s all. Should we go looking for Alcina? I wanna go over Julianna’s schedule with both of you.”

“She knew you were coming so she should be here any minute now. I’m sure she just lost track of time bossing the girls around. The entire west wing has been baby-proofed and when I mean the entire wing, I mean the entire wing. She had Daniela take down all of the ornate weapons and armor from the walls while Bela and Cassi scrubbed everything. And that was just this morning.”

“I’ll be sure to thank them then,” Cris chuckled lightheartedly.

As if on cue, you can just make out the sound of high heels rushing down the corridor, only to stop abruptly just around the corner. Knowing Alcina she was probably adjusting herself to look like her usual well-presented way. Sure as rain, Alcina approached looking as elegant as ever. “Oh Cristofor, please forgive me. It’s been total chaos around here- I completely lost track of time and-”

Cris waved it off and took her hand in his, bringing it up so he could kiss her wedding ring. “Think nothing of it, Alcina. I heard you’ve been keeping yourself busy.”

The matriarch sent you a glare that you shrug off with a smug smile.

“You don’t need to worry about anything, Alcina. I know my little girl will be in the best care possible up here. There’s no one Lucia and I trust more.”

“That is one very generous statement, Cristofor, but a castle is still no place for a baby, especially this one.”

“That may hold some truth, but most of all that...messy business stays in the basement, right?”

“All of it does,” you answer for Alcina. “Even I’m not allowed down there and we’ve been married for three and a half years!”

“And for good reason,” Alcina says. “You know what goes on down there. Why would I put my wife’s life in danger?”

You were about to retaliate but Cris wrapped his arms around the both of you. “Let’s just get this stuff upstairs, huh? Far the fuck away from the basement and whatever goes on down there.”

Alcina opens her mouth but Cris shakes his head profusely. “Nope, don’t want to know. Let’s just get to the bedroom. Wow, the walls do look bare.”

“Indeed,” Alcina nodded. “It’s a good thing little Julianna is staying, I should have had the walls deep cleaned nearly decades ago,” she let out an elegant laugh.

“I hope you didn’t do all this just for us.” Cris looked in awe as the various portraits and ornate weapons decorating the walls became more scarce as they neared the master bedroom. It made this part of the castle feel abandoned. The chemical smell of cleaning solvents was strong, but it would surely be gone in time for Julianna’s arrival.

“Of course I did. You are family and you deserve nothing but the best possible care.”

Cristofor shakes his head. "You're a good woman, Alcina. I genuinely hope you know that."

She gives him a warm smile while holding the bedroom door open for him. "I try to be."

"So," he sets down his two large boxes of supplies to rub his back. "Where do you want this stuff?"

"At the foot of the bed for now," you shrug. "Alcina and I will organize everything once it's all here."

He nodded and kicked it lazily to the end of the bed and took a seat on the mattress. "If we wanna be lazy we could shove the rest of the boxes in the playpen and carry it all up in one trip."

"We can do that," you smiled. "Then we can start organizing everything."

"And while we're doing that I'd like to walk you through Julianna's schedule. Lucia made you a copy with a couple of notes on how to do specific things...it's all well let’s just say pretty detailed," he laughed.

A look of fear crossed over the matriarch's face for a moment. "Why don't I go grab it? Then you two can start unpacking. If I run into the girls I'll send them up as well."

"Oh leave the girls alone," you shake your head at the matriarch. "They're already hiding from you."

Alcina lets out an exasperated laugh. "Can you believe that, Cristofor? My own daughters are hiding from me!" Alcina exclaimed with a look of sheer amusement on her face.

"Nothing I'm looking forward to." You started unpacking the many boxes of  diapers and arranging them neatly on the already emptied shelves while Cris made himself comfortable sitting on the floor, unpacking blankets and clothes. He unfolded and refolded them in a perfect square and placed them on top of the hope chest. You smiled at each plush blanket bearing a different pattern and color.

"Where can I put her clothes?"

"Um, just on the bed for now. I don't know if Alcina emptied out a drawer yet. It would be that middle one if you wanna check."

You hear almost all the joints in his legs crack as he stands and makes his way over to the dresser. He grips the knobs but pauses before opening them. "I'm not gonna find anything dirty in here, am I?"

"Not in there, no."

He turns back to you with an arched brow and hung jaw. You only laugh at him.

"Is it cleared out?"

He nods, neatly organizing the various onesies and pajama sets.

He busied himself displaying various lotions and powders on the coffee table, which would act as your changing station.

“What can I do?” Alcina asked, staring down anxiously at the various bottles.

Cris thought for a moment before taking two smaller boxes out of the playpen and pushing them towards the vampire. “These are for bath time." He quickly scanned over the contents to make sure he was correct. "This box is shampoos, soaps, and toys. Julianna loves bath time; the more toys and games the better." Alcina smiled. “And this box is her special duck towel, washcloth- also a duck pattern she loves ducks, two non-slip bath mats for both inside and outside the tub, and a sponge.”

She looked a tad overwhelmed again taking in all the items but took the boxes nonetheless. “Good thing I cleared out cupboard space, right darling?”

You wanted to laugh but restrained yourself to biting the inside of your cheek instead. “Yes, dear.”

"Well, that's everything. Oh, and don't worry about a crib. Lucia and I are bringing it when we drop Julianna off."

Alcina shook her head and simply waved him off. "Oh don't bother, Cristofor. We have one she's more than welcome to use."

You gave her a confused look. "Um, no we don't."

"Yes, we do. I just have to grab it out of storage. If you'd like to wait and see if it's up to your standards you're more than welcome to." It wasn't so much of an invitation as it was a plea.

Cris laughed. "Alcina, I told you anything you have is probably way better than ours. I'm sure it's fine."

"It would make me feel a lot better," Alcina said with a hint of desperation in her voice.

"Alright, whatever it takes to make you feel better about this."

Alcina sighed in relief and rushed down the hall.

"She really is worked up about this isn't she?"

You let yourself collapse back onto the bed. "You have no idea. She's been fretting over everything since I told her three whole days ago!"

"I kinda figured she would be the calm one between the two of you since, you know, she's got three kids already."

You feigned a look of hurt. "Ok first of all, ouch my pride! Secondly, all three of the girls were turned when they were adults. Which is why I wanna know where this supposed crib came from."

He turned back to you. "And you know what you're doing?"

"Of course not, but one of us has to be calm about it."

Cris laughed, letting himself lounge back on his elbows. Any further down and he was afraid he would fall asleep. "I guess that's true. You're gonna be great though, both of you. Just the fact that you're worrying about all this stuff tells me you're really dedicated to keeping Julianna safe and happy here."

"Thanks, man. I think I really needed to hear that. Got any advice to help us prepare?"

He slaps a hand on your thigh and gives it a friendly squeeze. "Have as much sex as you can before she's here. Because once she is, you'll be way too tired to even think about it."

You sit up and look at him incredulously, which earns him a hearty laugh. "I asked you for advice on how to keep your baby alive and you tell me to bone my wife?"

"All I'm saying is Lucia and I haven't been able to do it since before Julianna was born," Cris whispered in all seriousness.

Alcina returned carrying what you can only assume is the crib covered with a sheet. Bela stepped in first to hold the door open for her.

"Thank you, darling. I found my one good daughter to help me. Not the rascals this time!"

Cris laughs. "I see that."

The blonde nodded and joined you both on the bed. "Hello, y/n. Hello, Uncle Cris."

"Good to see you, Bela."

“Alright,” you hop off the bed. “Let’s see this crib that we apparently have just laying around.”

Alcina rolls her eyes and yanks the dusty sheet away, revealing the most beautiful baby crib you have ever seen. Polished solid dark oak frame with solid gold detailing wrapping around the bars like vines. The Dimitrescu House Crest is shining proudly on both sides.

A smug grin plastered itself on Alcina’s face knowing she single-handedly put an end to your snarky remarks.

“Holy shit,” you finally say. “And you had this in storage…just because?”

The question made her uncomfortable, you could tell. A shadow cast over Alcina’s face. “I had it made a while back and forgot about it until now. I’m glad it stayed in such pristine shape. Any polishes used on it were water-based and non-toxic. Perfect for a baby to slobber on,” she chuckles almost a bit uncomfortably.

Cris shook his head as he ran a hand across the smooth wooden framework. “I don’t know what to say, Alcina. It’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“Only the best for our favorite niece.”

Cris clapped his hands together and pulled out a few pieces of paper from his back pocket. "Now, onto Julianna's schedule. Lucia tried to be as helpful as possible when writing it down, but she said if you have any questions just ask her when we drop her Jules off."

Both of you nodded as he handed them to you. Bela situated herself on your bed with one of the plushies he brought over just because.

 Daily Routine

7 am- wake up and bottle feed 8 ounces for about 20 minutes (doesn't have to be one the dot if she's still sleeping. It's a rare occurrence for her to sleep in, but it could happen

7:30- playtime on the floor or outside (we usually keep her inside this early in the morning but either is perfectly suitable)

8:00- breakfast (something solid-ish. Like oatmeal and fruit chunks)

8:30- more play 

Between 9-9:30- bottle-feed 6 ounces for 15 minutes then naptime

11:00- wake up and play (she loves her building blocks and rattle)

Noon- lunch (baby food! Fruit or veggie) (she'll probably refuse solids but don't take no for an answer! Even just a few are ok if she's especially cranky)

12:30- play (peek-a-boo in the mirror! she gets a kick out of it every time. 

1:30- bottle-feed 6 ounces and nap (Congrats! you're halfway there)

3:30- wake up and play (try using the hand puppets and engage her in nursery rhymes)

4:00- bottle feed four ounces for roughly 20 minutes

5:00- dinner (more baby food. Whichever one she didn’t have for lunch)! Same as the morning, she'll probably refuse)

5:30-play (maybe go for a walk if you haven't already?)

6:30- bath time! (see added note for specific bathtime notes. She loves hearing her little rubber ducky squeak)

7:00- bottle-feed 8 ounces then time for bed (good luck trying to sleep and getting her to sleep)

1:30 am- bottle feed again (she’ll wake you up when she’s hungry don’t worry)

Breastmilk can be refrigerated for five days and I’ve given you more than enough to hold her over. Protect it with your lives! Breast Milk is liquid gold!

 You read the note over a couple of times before handing it to Alcina who looked just as overwhelmed as you. "That is so much."

"Not enough," Alcina says at the same time.

Cris laughs. "Wanna see what she wrote for bathtime?"

Alcina took the second not from him.

 Bathtime Tips

Make sure the adhesive mats are set down before bath time begins. One in the tub one outside

Make sure you have everything you need nearby; towel, washcloth, toys (especially her duck), shampoos, lotion, clean clothes, and a diaper

It’s easiest (and less painful) to sit on a stool or something instead of standing and bending over

ALWAYS KEEP A HAND ON HER!

Take off any jewelry and be sure to wash your hands

Check the water temp with the inside of your wrist- it should be warm (not too hot or too cold)

Dry and dress her on the floor (hence the second mat) 

Squirty toys! (The duck is her favorite as it also squeaks)

Plastic boats that she can push around

Whale-shaped basin for rinsing hair

Once she’s all dry she can go right in her crib

 "Sweet Satan, Cristofor. This is a lot of information. I mean, the more the better but..."

You take her hand in yours and kiss the top of her knuckles. "It's alright, Love, we've got this. If anyone can manage this it's us."

She nods but doesn't really believe your words. You can see the doubt reflecting in her eyes. "You're right."

"It looks way more complicated than it is, ladies. You just put her in the tub, don't let her drown, clean her, and take her out. Boom, simple as that."

Alcina lets out a relieving chuckle and you thank him silently.

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You lay awake that night unable to fall asleep. Alcina is awake too, but you don't dare speak to her. She's too lost in her own world to be bothered with your nonsense. But it was starting to eat you alive from the inside out. You looked over at it sitting across the room. Its existence is mocking you to the point where you can almost hear it laughing at you.

You finally break the silence. “Who’s even is it? You turned the girls when they were adults, right?”

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

You hear her sigh. “Yes of course all of them. Now please, I don’t want to talk about this.”

“But you had to have a reason, Al. No one just has a crib as intricate as that made out of the blue.”

“It doesn’t matter,” her tone grew sharper. “We have it now for Julianna and that’s what matters.”

“I guess so, but…” you turn your body to face her. Her silhouette is laying on her back staring up at the ceiling. “D-did you try having a baby with someone else and…”

She turns to look at you with wide golden eyes. Not angry, but certainly not expecting that line of questioning. You immediately regret opening your mouth.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“ Alcina silences your ramblings with a searing kiss. One you happily return.

“It’s nothing like that, my love. My only children are ours. I had it made last year when Lucia first told us she was pregnant. I remember how excited you were for them. You did so much to help her get ready, for both of them, really.” Alcina smiled and reached blindly for your hand. “And every time they come up to visit your eyes just light up when you see Julianna. You’re so good with her, iubirea mea.”

A shadow of guilt passed over her face. “I overheard you talking to Lucia about wanting kids of your own.”

Your heart plummeted down to the pit of your stomach.

“You love our daughters with your entire heart, but it’s not the same as raising your own flesh and blood. Every time I saw you holding little Julianna or singing to her I pictured you with our baby. So, I got all excited and, albeit, ahead of myself and had the crib made.”

“For our baby,” you finished with a genuine smile.

Alcina nodded. “I wanted to wait for you to bring up the conversation before saying anything about it, and” her voice cracks. “You never did. I didn’t understand why at first. You would produce such a beautiful baby with or without me.” Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes threatening to cascade down her cheeks. “Then one night it just sort of hit me; why would you want to share something as precious and innocent as a baby with a monster like me?”

Tears flowed freely from her eyes and sobs racked her body, it broke your heart. Without thinking you throw yourself at Alcina and wrap her tightly in your arms. The vampire happily buries her face in the crook of your neck and cries her heart out. You thread your fingers through her hair to help soothe her.

“Oh, my love, I’m so sorry. Don’t you ever refer to yourself as a monster ever again, do you hear me? You are no monster, Alcina Dimitrescu. How can someone as loving, and soft, and generous like you be anything besides an angel?”

“Oh stop pretending, y/n. I’m a genetically mutated freak! The baby would take one look at me and start wailing,” Alcina let out a frustrated huff.

“Stop it, Alcina. Our baby would adore you just like Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela do. Julianna loves you to pieces! She gets so excited every time you walk in the room.”

Alcina sniffled. “She does that with everyone.”

“Because she likes us, Al.”

A beat of awkward silence passed between the two of you until you finally felt her breathing steady.

“You want to have a baby with me?”

You couldn’t contain your smile as she nodded ever so slightly into your neck. “Why didn’t you say anything before? We could have talked about it months ago. The only reason I never brought it up was that I assumed you didn’t want any more children running amuck in the castle. Imagine if they turned out to be just like Daniela.”

That got her to laugh a little. “I wouldn’t mind a baby running around; especially if they look like you.”

“Well I don’t know about that considering we would have to adopt.”

A mischievous smile crept on Alcina’s lips. “Who says we can’t have a baby ourselves?”

“Um, nature? We’re both women, Alcina. I don’t think I have to explain to you how that won’t work.”

Alcina chuckles into your neck. “We’d have quite the brood running around the castle if it did.”

“Then you want to find a donor?” She detached herself from you just enough to give you a look of disgust. “Of course not; no one is allowed to touch my y/n except me.” She flips you both over so you’re pinned underneath her. “There are ways we could have a baby, you know?”

A blush covered your cheeks down to your chest. “O-oh?”

“Mmhm. The old witch in the village could brew something up for us, should we choose to carry.” She laughs at your dumbfounded expression. “It would be a sex change tonic of sorts. Temporary of course, I believe it only lasts a week.”

You blush furiously.

“And depending on the portions of ingredients she uses we could change the erm, size, if you catch my drift.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, in real words at least. Something between a yelp and a whimper came out of your mouth instead. It gets a laugh out of Alcina at least.

“That’s really a thing we could do?”

She starts trailing kisses down your neck to your chest. “Oh yes,” her free hand comes up to pull your shirt down over your breasts. As soon as they pooled out of their confinement Alcina started circling one of your nipples with her tongue. “Would you like that, darling? To feel my cock pounding into you.”

Fuck you loved it when she talks dirty to you. But that turned you on more than you were willing to admit. You gave a shy nod.

Alcina rewards your honesty by taking your hardened nipple in her mouth and sucking. Her other hand moved up your body to rest on your other breast, gently kneading it like dough.

Alcina has always been fascinated with your breasts. Always burying her face in them when cuddling. She simply melted into them on bad days. Giving her a scalp massage at the same time earned you bonus points.

Her lips abandon your nipple, leaving a bridge of saliva still connecting you, and snuggled her face deep in between your breasts. She let out a long sigh and closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the moment. Her eyes flutter open and you can see the corners of a smile buried in your chest. “What do you think, my love?”

“I think we should see how we do this weekend before making any big decisions.”

Alcina leaned forward only enough to kiss your lips. “Sounds like a plan.”

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #tall vampire lady #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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Still - Chapter 3: Goodbye

Fandom: Resident Evil Village

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg

Relationship: Alcina Dimitrescu & Karl Heisenberg (Lovers)

Genre: Romance, Hurt & Comfort

Planned chapters: 8 + prolog and epilog

Warnings: Strong language,  Descriptions of the Second World War (I do not glorify or support the ideology. The mention only serves my idea for the origin of Karl.)

Status: Work in progress (4/10)

Short Summary: As is well known, hatred and love are traveling on a dangerous thin line, but has it really always been that way between the fighting Lords? The sad answer is no. Alcina and Karl had a much deeper relationship than the brief glimpse Resident Evil Village suggests. This is their untold backstory. A story of a fiery love that is slowly torn apart by the parasite until the once strong feelings are only a faint memory in their dead hearts.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33511438/chapters/83754979

The sun was staying low in the orange sky, giving the gradually passing summer day a last bit of warmth before the cool night would come. Karl looked out at the calm water in the harbour and for a brief moment forgot that times were anything but peaceful around him. There was disturbing news about enemy forces in the area. The officer brushed a strand of wet hair from his forehead and rummaged through his jacket for the crumpled pack of cigarettes. Heinrich was right with his remark. The Romanian tobacco had a strong aftertaste and it would probably take a few more weeks for the man to get used to it. A casual glance at his pocket watch revealed that his date was likely to be late. The blond-haired man put the cigarette in his mouth and watched the hustle and bustle around him for a while. The promenade, which was fortunately intact, was peppered with small bars, cafes and restaurants, which not only the foreign soldiers liked to visit. The locals also seemed to have fallen for the beauty of the sea and looked every now and then for a break in the breathtakingly beautiful evening hours. Karl wanted to look at his pocket watch again when a now well-known scent rose into his nose. She was here even if he couldn't see or hear her yet. A small smile formed on his rough lips and he carefully lit his cigarette, taking a tentative drag. Alcina had a stubborn habit of appearing next to him out of nowhere, but her unique smell betrayed her presence.

The officer smirked a little and focused on the water again, not even bothering to look for her. The singer would come to him when she felt like it. An older waiter hurried around between the individual tables and finally put two glasses on the dark wood in front of the blond-haired man, examined the engineer with sceptical looks. Karl raised an eyebrow and asked curiously: “Is something wrong?” The waiter cleared his throat slightly and replied coolly: “No, but I wonder why you ordered two drinks when you’ve been alone this evening till now. Are you expecting company soon or is it just a minor misunderstanding?” The engineer puffed the smoke out of the side of his mouth. In the meantime he had got used to the much too curious locals, who let no situation slip by and pester him with countless questions. The blond-haired man replied calmly: "I assume that she will be here in a few minutes." The waiter nodded in understanding and went back into the small café. Karl sat up slightly to take a more comfortable position. The last two weeks had passed by in a flash. He hadn't been able to relax so much for a long time and every hour with the mysterious jazz singer was a gift from a god he didn't know.

Alcina saw the world from a different perspective and shared it with him in her generosity. She showed him little miracles of everyday life that he had long forgotten in the cruelty of reality. The blond-haired man put the glowing cigarette in the ashtray and pulled one of the glasses closer to him. The engineer sipped the whiskey, lost in thought. He didn't want to leave Constance – at least not without her. "Very attentive, Karl." The officer turned his gaze to the black-haired woman across from him and, like every day, was fascinated by her unattainable beauty. Alcina was a lady of refined taste. Even today she literally stole the show from everyone present. The blue, knee-length dress with isolated white rose embroidery played around her slim figure and at the same time graceful elegance. For Karl it almost seemed as if her entire wardrobe had been designed especially for her. The singer sat down in the vacant chair and looked out at the calm sea. She spoke softly: “It is a tragedy that we cannot look down to the bottom of the sea. Everything we see is close to the surface and nobody dares to look for deeper lying beauty in the water. I always hated the concept of superficiality."

The engineer blinked in surprise. The black-haired woman was a master at speaking in metaphors and this example also fitted seamlessly into the collection of unusual statements. In the last few days Karl caught himself letting this way of speaking flow into his linguistic usage, although it didn't really correspond to his sometimes rough nature and had a strange effect on his mind. The longer he spent time with Alcina, the more often he had to restrain himself. She had some influence on him, whether good or bad was in the eye of the beholder. The lady put her left leg elegantly over her right and took the glass with the sherry in her hand, sniffing the wine a few times. She was undoubtedly a connoisseur. After a while the blond-haired man replied hesitantly: "In your case, the visible surface is just a glimpse of something that is still completely inexplicable to me."

The engineer paused and stared almost bitterly at his companion. Sadly, what he said was true. The man seldom got any clue about was going in the head of the singer. A mysterious veil surrounded her and prevented him from seeing deeper into her soul, unless Alcina allowed him to do so for a brief moment. The debacle, however, was that he desperately wanted or even had to see more. However, the lady successfully denied him entry into her own world and kept him at a strange distance. Karl respected this limit, but a tremendous urge in his heart demanded answers. Answers he would probably never get. Alcina smiled wickedly and replied in slight amusement: "There are some things we don't have to be able to understand in order to appreciate them." The person addressed took another sip of his drink without a word. He felt the need to agree and disagree with her at the same time, but two souls had been fighting in his mind for a long time and he had got used to keeping his personal views in the dark. Alcina would already know what he thought about it anyway. The singer had a keen sense for his torn soul and had left no stone unturned to finally give him his smile back in the last two weeks. Her attempts had not been unsuccessful.

The black-haired woman sipped from her sherry and asked cautiously: "You will leave tomorrow morning or did I remember this wrongly, Karl?" The officer sighed barely audibly. He had told the lady practically everything, beginning with his unfulfilled childhood up to his crossing to Romania in order to finally escape the German Reich. She knew about Fritz and Heinrich, as well as countless other soldiers who had mostly lost their lives in the war. The man took the still glowing cigarette between his fingers and explained almost sadly: “I will have to leave Constance before breakfast. My arrival at my uncle's place was over thirteen days overdue.” The jazz singer finally turned her gaze to the engineer. As usual, he couldn't read into the look in her light brown eyes. Alcina put down her glass and looked for more, deeply hidden words that the blond-haired man did not want to utter openly. Finally she replied calmly: “Duty draws you into the mountains and at the same time you really want nothing more than to linger here. An unsolvable dilemma.” The officer smiled dejectedly. He put the cigarette out in the ashtray and blew the last of the smoke out of his lungs, then let his gaze slide back into the water. Karl mumbled softly: "Do I have a choice right now?"

Sooner or later the war in Romania would reach the port city with all its severity and force him to fight again. There was practically only one option and that was to escape to hard-to-reach places in the mountains. There he would find rest. The engineer felt the insistent gaze of the lady on his face. He felt the amber opals dig into his mind again. "I can't make the decision for you, Karl," said the black-haired woman suddenly softly, "but you should think twice about my words from our first night." The blond-haired man didn't dare to look up. In theory he was the maker of his own fortune, but the practice in which he lived looked quite different. The man emptied the glass faster than planned and asked with a scratchy throat: “Would you like to say goodbye to me in the morning? It would really mean a lot to me.” The singer fell into a very uncomfortable silence, and the engineer wasn't even sure whether it was a disappointment or the thought of parting weighed heavily on her shoulders. A little bird perched on the table among their drinks without warning. The animal hopped around a little, then fluffed its grey plumage. Alcina hesitantly moved her hand in his direction and offered the bird her right index finger. The blond-haired man watched in disbelief as the animal hopped up to the lady without any shyness and burst on the finger.

She raised her hand as if in slow motion and gently whispered: “My mind would love to do it, but my heart knows that looking at you leaving would break it for the first time in my life. I must apologize, Karl.” The addressed person slumped a little. He hadn't expected this answer. His lips slowly formed a thin line. It started to hurt in his chest and even though he knew that he could avert this tragedy, he currently saw no way out. The bird chirped softly. Alcina gently stroked the animal's silky plumage with her other index finger and added in a whisper: “To be honest, I am not ready to give up on you, Officer. Not now, when I feel that I can finally arrive with someone at a possible home and be able to rest after years of travel. So maybe we can agree to say see you again instead?” The engineer frowned in amazement. The words had to work on him for a moment before he could start a question: "May I take this statement as a promise, Alcina?" The jazz singer smiled lovingly and lifted her index finger with a slight swing. The bird jumped off as if practices and spread its wings, flew a short round around the table and slowly disappeared in the direction of the sun. Alcina was still watching the animal when she replied: "At least I'll do it."

The officer's heart grew warm. Once again the lady had managed to move something in him and activate gears that he had never known before. The black-haired woman turned back to him and added quietly: “Would you tell me the name of the village and your full name, Karl? I would like to write you in detail about my travels.” The man nodded slightly. He looked in the inside of his jacket pocket for a small writing pad and the worn pencil. The engineer quickly wrote down the requested data, and finally handed the sheet to her. Alcina took the paper gratefully and glanced at it, then froze surprisingly. The officer frowned at the sight. He asked worriedly: "Is something wrong?" The lady blinked slightly, for a moment did not seem to understand that he had asked her something. She waved her hand with a smile and replied in a friendly manner: “No, everything is fine. I know the village and have an idea now how I can best reach out to you.” Karl could sense that this was definitely not the whole truth, but as usual he would not get a satisfactory answer from the singer. He had to live with what little she told him. The blond-haired man rose slowly and turned back to the water, his hands slipping into his trouser pockets without haste.

He heard the other chair scratching over the floor. The singer stepped next to him and put her arm tightly around his, carefully following his gaze. She whispered only audibly to him: “Allow me a few more years of freedom, Karl and I will return to you. It's just a matter of time.” The addressed person nodded in understanding. Alcina had already told him in the first week that she would be drawn into the world for a while before she could settle down. Her band wanted to celebrate more successes and give people hope in uncertain times. An honourable thought. The officer put his hand tenderly over hers, which was still resting on his arm and enjoyed the cool breeze on the promenade for a moment. He said calmly: “I will wait for you. I've been alone all the years before and I'll be able to endure a few more weeks. I trust you.” The singer snuggled closer to his side at these words. Her eyes fixed the reflection of the sun in the sparkling sea. She replied quietly: “I did not expect to lose my heart to an SS Officer, but I will not complain about this fate.” The engineer slowly shook his head and corrected her in a firm voice: “You lost your heart to a free man, Alcina."

The jazz singer's eyes began to shine. She placed her hand on his cheek and carefully turned his face to her, then put her lips gently on his. That kiss sealed a silent promise. A contract without papers, but linked to memories of the past and wishes for a better future. The night fell unexpectedly gently over the port city. While most of the soldiers slept, Karl used the time he had left to be able to walk unencumbered in the morning hours. He had prepared a small package for Otto. He would probably look for him in the course of the morning and hopefully find out first that his newfound friend had left. The officer wrote the soldier a few more personal lines as well as an official paper for General Eicke back home: “In the name of the Führer, I, Officer Karl Heisenberg from the SS-Division Totenkopf, will set out alone on a reconnaissance mission to the mountains of Romania. Through conversations with the locals, I learned that the French and other hostile rabble had ventured as far as Romania and could research new technologies in remote villages. This rumour must either be refuted or cleared up. I plan a total of four months for this secret mission. May our German Empire be Victorious forever! Heil Hitler!” The engineer sighed softly at the last two lines and left his room. With luck, the letter could be sent to Germany on the next ship that night. He handed the envelope to an overtired soldier in the registration office and withdrew back into his room, locking the door behind him as quietly as possible.

The loneliness was an unusual companion in his life. Most of the time he had greeted her, but after all these days with Alcina he had serious doubts whether he could actually go weeks without the beautiful singer. Karl finally crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't feel like sleeping, but there was nothing else to do and time wouldn't fly by doing nothing. After a while the officer lay down on the bed and stared at the wooden ceiling. There was still a certain amount of heat to be felt, but not as overwhelming as in the afternoon hours. The blond-haired man reached into the other inside pocket of his jacket and carefully took out a photo. He had asked the war photographer to send him a copy of the picture and the man had actually kept his word. His eyes stayed on the woman's gentle features. The officer murmured to the photo: “You may have lost your heart to me, Alcina, but nothing will be left of me if you decide to leave me. I trust your promise. Please don't make me regret having hope.” The engineer closed his eyes for a brief moment, relaxing to the low chirping of the crickets. Perhaps the memory of the jazz singer would accompany him in pleasant dreams.

A loud ringing ripped the man out of his sleep. Karl, drowsy, looked for the rusty alarm clock and switched it off, then rubbed the sand from his eyes. He sat on the side of the bed, blinking in the gentle rays of the rising sun. The time had come. The officer went into the bathroom and did a long wash. He took the remaining time to shave off the trimmed beard completely. As usual, hygiene would be neglected on his long journey into the mountains. The blond-haired man stowed his remaining sharp blades and looked around the room again. He had everything that was important to him. Karl finally opened the door and shouldered his duffel bag, heaving the load fairly comfortably onto his back. The engineer was about to leave when he remembered something else. He peeled the tank combat badge from his uniform and placed it on the ramshackle desk, then looked for a piece of paper. He wrote a little note to Otto. The officer finally left the barracks and strode through the completely quiet city by the sea. He passed the club as well as some ruins. The blond-haired man was excited about the landscape that awaited him and would accompany him for the next few days of his journey.

Otto walked listlessly across the barracks area, almost tripping over his wrongly laced shoes. The officer had still not shown up at breakfast. The black-haired man looked in his pockets for a cigarette, but again couldn't find anything. "Fucking hell, again?”, the soldier hissed in annoyance. He shrugged and knocked on the officer's door. Nothing happened. Otto frowned. He knocked again and opened the door very carefully. As soon as he entered, the man noticed that something was different than usual. He dared a look into the bathroom, but found the same empty picture here too. Only then did he see the badge on the table. The black-haired man took the note in his hand and read it carefully: "For Miss D. I trust you to deliver it, Otto." At that moment, the private realized that the officer could no longer be in Constance. He finally found the letter Karl had written for him and informed his superior about what had happened. Otto hid much of the information the officer had entrusted to him in the letter. After all, they were still comrades.

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