#karl heisenberg x donna beneviento

[averysexyleon]

excerpt: Resident Evil Village original work

Four lords as human + historical

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( D E C E M B E R 1 9 4 5 )

He just had to open his big mouth, didn't he?

Still, even as Karl lamented while carrying the many pairs of iron skates he'd molded, it was all worth it. If only to hear Alcina's many loud noises of disappointment.

He had returned to the village only several months ago. Despite his best efforts he'd gotten on Miranda's good side. Controlling his magnetic powers seemed to please her endlessly. Karl supposed his favor was also due to the other 'local celebrities.' Essentially, they were all morons, so he looked good by comparison.

For some reason Miranda seemed to favor returning the Four Houses to power underneath her absolute rule. Karl had no idea why. Miranda loved attention and power...why share it? Why share it with morons? Even if it was a pretend, for show, council, it seemed unnecessary. Show for who? The village? What did Miranda care?

His thoughts solidified after he met the other descendants, as they called themselves. Alcina was a bitch and a half, and he could hardly stand to be around her. Moreau was a mess, and insufferable for different reasons. Karl mused as he hiked down the hill from the factory toward the reservoir's edge. Donna, at least, seemed pleasant. She got along well with the rest of the village. If she'd put the goddamn doll away she might even make some friends other than children. But she was not capable of winning hearts and minds in a way to benefit Miranda, was she?

[wintersandthebeast]

49. Waterfall

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

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I’ve read these things a million times, Eva.  I don’t feel like I’m any closer to figuring out how to do this. 

I may be able to help.  It’s hard to find memories past a…certain length of time, but deep in the consciousness, memories of the actual rituals of resurrection might exist.  Memories from spectators.  

Can I go that deep?

Perhaps, but it is dangerous, and there is no need.  I can store the memories for you, in a crystal.  Then you can hold it, and…experience it, as you have, other memories.  Observing is far better than reading. 

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There was no hesitance this time from Ethan as he allowed Heisenberg to pull him up on the horse behind him, and no hesitance as he positioned himself behind the brunette, arms wrapping around the other’s waist.  He didn’t see Karl’s smirk as he lifted the reins and the horse cantered past the line of wagons.  

Heisenberg rode to the front, then back again, not attempting to slow the spirited horse as he gave the thumbs up to the wagons.  Ethan was blushing when he saw many faces upon them, and he was surprised again at Heisenberg’s odd charisma among some groups.  The Lord seemed comfortable atop the gigantic horse, leading a caravan into the dark forest.  

The first wagon began to roll, the horse pulling it moving steadily down the dirt road.  Karl’s mount slowed to a trot, and the brunette steered toward the Duke’s carriage.  

“Hi, Rosemary!” Ethan said to the wide-eyed toddler, and she screeched from Zoe’s lap.  As Ethan continued to coo over the girl, who was bundled in a white fur wrap, Zoe called to Karl.  “How uh..how is Ethan?”

“He’s a goddamned gigglin’ idiot,” Heisenberg replied, which made Zoe laugh a little too loud.  She continued to laugh at Ethan’s withering stare toward his companion, and the Duke chimed in as his wagon rolled slowly.  

“How quickly things change, eh, Ethan?” the large man said with a playful tone in his voice.  His head canted toward the blond.  “All for the best.” 

He couldn’t help but smile, though he felt strange--different, yet again.  If the mold consciousness was a multilayered onion, then so too was Ethan, and he had crossed another layer today.  Fully into madness, he figured.  Moving to Romania was supposed to be a necessity, it was supposed to be protective.  Instead he’d been used.  His daughter, used as bait.  

And now he was here, in the remains of the Village of Shadows, having spent the last month brushing up on his knowledge of medieval revival ceremonies and falling in love with…among other things,  a descendant of a King.  Trekking through the haunted forest to find a magic spot alongside whatever fairies were supposed to come out tonight.  

After pausing beside every other slowly rolling wagon, Heisenberg steered them back to the front of the procession, where they rode among several other riders.  The lights from the bright wagon shone on the road, lighting their way, while the horses cast long shadows that fell in front of them.  Ethan’s heart rate increased as the valley disappeared behind them, trees looming.  He’d never been down here, not since…that day.  Karl came down to work on the road from time to time, but Ethan had not wished to literally or figuratively walk that road. 

His arms tightened around Heisenberg’s stomach, and the other slid his hand over Ethan’s forearm as he had last time.  Heisenberg was speaking to the men in Romany, and Ethan had no hope of understanding it, still.  The engineer translated over his shoulder, as one of the men nodded.  “We’re goin’ on ahead.  Make sure the bitch isn’t up to anything.” 

“Wouldn’t you need your hammer if she was?”

Heisenberg seemed insulted when he replied, “Yeah…an’ I can pull it to me.” 

So he could.  Ethan remembered one of their first meetings, when Heisenberg had snapped at Dimitrescu.  The hammer had rang then, snapping into his open palm from only several feet away, but it was still impressive.  Less impressive when Ethan had to deal with all of their bullshit…but, still. 

“Very Thor of you,” Ethan quipped, and Heisenberg snorted.  His only other response was to urge the horse into a gallop, and the pair pulled away from the group.  The blond closed his eyes, feeling the cool night air on his face.  He couldn’t see well here, and he doubted the horse could either.  Heisenberg alone knew the way, and saw it where others did not.  

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The bitch didn’t make any sort of appearance.  The road hugged the river on and off over the span of several miles, but Ethan could see little more than broken shards of moonlight on water.  Finally the road sloped downward and craggy mountains rose up all around them.  Ethan stared up at the jagged lips of the canyon, trying to picture how it had looked before the explosives.  

This area was mostly intact as well, as Chris’s focus had been the factory and village where the mutamycete sprang up to heed Miranda’s call.  This path had formerly led to Donna’s home, but most of the paths over the mountains, like the one he’d taken,  were gone.  He could still see the ghosts of wooden footbridges, mostly broken, swaying from cliff sides like broken arms.  

The last part of the journey led directly into the river; Heisenberg had created a road that ran down into a shallow ford.  He could hear the roar of the waterfall ahead of them as the horse stepped carefully into the water.  Ethan stared down at the water, hoping that it would do its job of not only helping them conduct a bunch of crystals into a human form, but also keep Miranda away.  Save for the whole minor almost-drowning incident, the day had been lovely.  It would be nice to close on an easy note.  

The horse carried them upstream for another hundred yards before they rounded one last sheer rock face, to see the hidden lagoon and base of the falls.  Ethan stared, without care at how dumbfounded his expression was. It was breathtaking.  The fall created a wave of mist that fogged up around the base of the area.  A large shallow pool stretched out in front of them, with plenty of room for multiple wagons along the rocky banks.  

Then Ethan’s heart flew into his throat when his scan of the moonlit clearing illuminated something he hadn’t anticipated seeing.  It was high above him, blending in with the steep cliffs so well that he’d missed it at first.  He was shocked that it still stood.  The Beneviento home.  He swallowed, feeling a chill run down his spine.  

Karl seemed to sense the change in Ethan’s demeanor, and he glanced over his shoulder, following the blond’s gaze.  “I expect she didn’t uh…give you much of a welcome,” he said awkwardly.  

Ethan swallowed, and Karl tried again as he led the horse toward the yawning shore.  “What’d you see in her basement?”

“A…baby,” he said, blood turning to ice in his veins, and Ethan’s frown reached a new, startling level.  “I guess you could call it that.” 

“Ah, yeah,” Karl said flippantly.  “Guess you an’ her share that particular uh...trauma…made it easy to use.” 

“What?” Ethan snapped, and Karl paused in his own motion to dismount.  

“I just meant.”  The engineer did dismount, and held out a hand for Ethan.  “She c-could make people see things, but uh…changed the hallucinations based on the, uh.  Person.  That baby w-was, one of Donna’s own…demons.  Knowin’ you were lookin’ for your own baby…” Karl gestured vaguely.  

The blond was again, unintentionally, sensing the other man’s emotions as he stuttered.  His glare cut through the dark like a knife, and Karl drew back in surprise.  

“You cared about her,” Ethan said accusatorily.  He didn’t know why that was a surprise, but he heard the engineer’s earlier words again.  Ugly ass psycho doll. 

He had commented on Angie.  Not Donna.  

He stepped closer to Karl.  “You, YOU.  Heisenberg, the guy who hated everything about his life and his servitude to Miranda…cared about Donna.  The literal most psycho person in this village.” 

“Fraid that title goes to Miranda,” Karl said, a bit stunned as he surveyed the blond, the dangerous look crossing his face as his eyes narrowed.  “But yeah, I did.” 

“Why not recruit her to help you fight the woman who hurt you both?”  Ethan was feeling irrational, in fact, he was feeling heated.  What the hell? He snapped his mouth closed after the question, warning himself to shut the hell up as his ears reddened.  

Karl was not impressed, it was clear by the tone of his voice.  He began leading the horse to a nearby patch of soggy grass, where trees sprang up in the hollow.  “Because Miranda brainwashed her into thinkin’ she cared about all of us, an’ Donna had to do whatever Miranda said.  Killed half her family, other half--” he jerked a thumb up to the waterfall.  “Suicide.  Parents pulled the kids with ‘em.  Donna wasn't ever right after that.” 

This shook Ethan and his anger suddenly lifted as he imagined that specific situation, his hazel eyes lifting again to the silhouette of the lonely house.  Karl laughed a humorless laugh, and said as he tied the horse, “I know the guy who married a goddamn bioweapon engineer an’ then wrecked the bioweapon into a swamp isn’t lecturin’ me on who I had feelin’s for.” 

“No, no, you’re right.  I’m sorry.”  Ethan was used to apologizing, he’d done it so often with Mia.  He gave one more forlorn stare toward the home and then shivered, deciding he was done looking at it for the night.  He wrung his hands as he sloshed through shallow, cold water, peering around the area.  “What do you think?”

“I think here--” Karl stepped forward and gestured, “is good, nice an’ shallow, but close to the shore.  You’ve got this big flat stretch of rock you can put Eveline’s crystal on.  Then…what is it?  You have to get the mycelium up on it, yeah?”

“Yeah.  It can do that easier through water, it moves faster.  Though…judging by what I saw Miranda do, it can move anywhere.” 

“She’s got about a hundred years on you, though,” Karl acknowledged.  He stroked his beard.  The sound of approaching hooves echoed through the high canyon walls, and both men turned, seeing the bobbing lights appear around the bend.  “Perfect.” 

When the engineer moved to pass him, to meet the convoy, Ethan grasped his elbow.  “Karl, wait.” 

The other turned, expectantly.  He exhaled.  “Go ahead, Winters.”

“I…understand, I’m not upset.”  Only partially true, but he couldn’t justify his own anger, so there was no need for Karl to try to fix it.  Ethan himself had been struck by Donna’s beauty, so it was easy to understand at least part of Karl’s fixation.  “I just want to know…that's not the reason you want to bring her back, is it?” 

“No,” Karl said with ease.  Ethan would have to get accustomed to such blunt and simple honesty.  He sighed.  

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The gift-borrowed gift-from the Duke would hopefully insulate the space they were working with, only allowing the mold and mold creatures inside of it to affect each other’s synaptic impulses--for lack of a better term--and create a Miranda-proof workspace.  Eva had warned them all that Miranda might appear, ghost-like, as she herself could appear in the presence of crystals.  Rosemary alone might have the energy needed to manifest, but it would only be a mirage.  Without a physical body, she had no way to cross the realm.  

Well, no way except sending other creatures that did have bodies to do her bidding.  But, that’s what the rifles were for, right?  

Ethan stood out of the water, his back to the falls, as he watched the caravan spread out, the wall of wagons effectively barricading the downstream, and beyond, from this hollow.  The group would be insulated, Ethan thought with interest.  The darker part of his mind chimed in.  Cornered, you mean. 

Some brave souls stepped from the wagons and found seats, a few brave souls climbing the moss-covered banks to get a higher vantage point with which to watch.  The Gabori men spread out, looking warily around as they sized up the area.  Most of the Roma, Ethan noticed, avoided even looking in the direction of Donna’s home.  He felt very validated.  

Heisenberg donned his leather gloves and then took the box from the Duke, while Zoe and Rosemary approached Ethan.  He embraced them both, and then said in a faux-serious tone toward his daughter, “We’ve really gotta work on your bedtime, young lady.” 

“It’s only eleven,” Zoe argued.  “Shoot, I stayed up later than that to watch the Three Stooges on Wednesday nights.  And that was a SCHOOL night, Rose! Don’t let him bully you.” 

Heisenberg was dutifully setting up the perimeter without interrupting the trio.  Joe approached and began to help.  The diameter of the circle they made with the macabre rope was maybe ten feet--plenty of room, Ethan decided, as he surveyed the line.  Here, the group would be perhaps fifty feet from the row of wagons and their spectators.  Karl returned to the wagons for his hammer, and the box where Eveline’s strangely blueish purple crystal awaited.  The box Heisenberg had made for the…specimen? Was insulated itself, to stop Miranda or anyone else from using it.  The Duke had instructed them on this, which only made Ethan more curious about his background and intent.  

The box was placed on the ground, and Ethan placed it on the flat rock with more tenderness than he anticipated from himself.  Without Eveline haunting his dreams for the first time in three years, he felt himself not only sympathetic to what the young girl had to endure, but grateful to her for what she’d done.  Eveline, in some way, chose his fate.  It wasn’t one he would have ever chosen for himself, but given the circumstances, she had always somehow been on not his side, but…adjacent.  

And her powers were here, stored in this stone that glittered in the moonlight.  Ethan caressed it solemnly as he leaned forward.  Was she in there somewhere?  Watching? Or had her consciousness ceased to exist completely?  Ethan might have been imagining things, but now in the presence of the lotus, he thought he felt her nearby.  Not jeering or screaming with a hateful tantrum.  

Had Death changed her too?  

He pulled away, wincing in pain, and turned his thumb over.  The spot where he’d caressed the stone had sliced him open, and black fluid trickled from his skin.  

“Ugh,” Zoe said, as she withdrew other crystals from the box, mostly small ones created by Rosemary, but a few from Ethan and herself as well.  “That’s Eveline, all right.”

Ethan laughed, straightening and watching the wound close before his eyes.  

“It is,” he agreed, and he paused when saw that a trio of Roma men were starting a fire on one small patch of land nearby that wasn’t waterlogged.  They carried torches and wood over from the wagons.  “A fire?”

“Part heat, an’...” Heisenberg supplied as he sloshed through the ford, hammer at ease on his shoulder, “Part…..security.” He pointed a thumb at several large canisters of gasoline that were carried over.  Ethan realized the fire was in the direct line of the ceremony site.  

“Oh, great,” he said sarcastically, “So if we make a wrong move and Miranda pops up, they’re gonna just blow us up?”

“If they need to,” Joe said cheerfully.  When Ethan gave him the signature Ethan look, the white-haired man tossed his head back defiantly.  “Hell, boy, you’re toughern’ shit, you can handle it.” 

“There will BE no explodin’,” Zoe said loudly, rocking Rosemary.  “Ever-thin’s gonna go fine.” 

“Don’t forget my daughter will be right here,” Ethan said angrily, adjusting the shotgun strap that went over his chest.  “And don’t forget that Miranda can’t actually show up, so if you do see her, she’s not really here.” 

Joe made a high pitched, skeptical sound, but said nothing.  Thunder rumbled overhead, and many eyes turned upward, searching the clear sky for where the sound had originated.  Ethan glanced over at Karl, who shook his head, indicating he was not responsible or aware of the origin.  

“Let’s do this,” the blond said, patting Zoe on the shoulder.  He and Zoe fell into step, moving to face each other with the flat rock, and crystals, between them.  They had both watched the preserved memories of this ritual within the mold, and the two exchanged a smile as they prepared to begin.  Karl surveyed the circle of crystallized rope on the ground around them, and hesitantly put one foot inside the boundary. This grounded him similarly to the boundary on his property, but he looked uneasily at the river.  So much conductive energy, and mold all underneath them.  

Would the rope even make a difference? 

Rosemary leaned forward, reaching out for one of the crystals on the rock.  When Ethan nodded, Zoe set the child down, and--still wrapped in fur--she bent forward to grab the rock.  Rosemary babbled to someone unseen, holding the stone up.  Just as Ethan smiled, wondering what on earth she was doing, it became clear; Eva appeared, sitting on her haunches, holding not only the crystal but Rosemary’s hand. 

“That’s good,” Ethan laughed, and his smile at his daughter was pure pride.  “Smart girl.” 

Murmurs among the crowd of Roma, some of whom had never seen Eva before, punctuated another rumble of thunder.  Karl swung the hammer into the circle, his face containing no trace of the excitement that Ethan or Zoe had.  

“Say the word, Papa,” was his only contribution.  

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note: this story about donna is taken from scrapped concept art and developer notes. highly recommend my fic nothing gold can stay if you'd like to see a young karl and donna.

find it here (I'll post it on twitter in a bit too)

[mrswint3rs]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ❦

𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 [RE men] [RE ladies] [Donna Beneviento] [Leon]

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 ❦

❣︎ Much needed company (Sugar Daddy! Leon x Fem!) 18+

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❣︎ Death of a Bachelor (Vendetta Leon x Fem! x Vendetta Chris) 18+

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❣︎ Ink Temptress (Tattoo Artist! Jill x Fem! Reader) 18+ [Part 2]

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more coming SOON

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[wallflowerimagines]

Howdy dowdy, Partner. It's me, ya boi, Skinny Penis.

How would the Lords react to a selectively mute S/O? Especially their reaction to them talking to them for the first time.

I have this mental image of Heisenberg's S/O saying something really casually (while they're relaxing or something), and he just whips around to look at them and he just shouts "hoLY FUCK!"

Saw the first line of this ask and then it was followed by a cute prompt????---

Warnings: swearing, my typical brand of silly

Alcina Dimitrescu

She's so used to your quiet demeanor it's to the point where she COMPLETELY forgot that your silence is a choice.

Alcina quite honestly never expected you to speak to her, and she was mentally planning for the rest of your relationship to be this way -- all of the servants are learning to sign, just in case, and she has pens and paper in every room if you prefer to write as your form of communication.

When you do finally speak up, she's frozen. What.

Oh. You can. You...can speak?

It's one of the times you've ever seen Alcina baffled, because honestly? She has no idea what to do.

However, you can bet she IMMEDIATELY analyses the situation in order to make sure she can get you to keep talking to her. Whatever made this happen needs to be repeated as much as possible -- Now that she knows you can be made comfortable enough to speak, she needs to hear you speak again.

(It might not have been your intention, but you hit her right in the superiority complex. Her partner spoke to HER. JUST her. Exclusively. Alcina is going to be riding this high for decades)

The Lady Dimitrescu is a big believer in positive reinforcement with her loved ones, so you better believe that every time you speak she is extra affectionate, because she does like to hear your voice!💞

Essentially, you have prompted constant affection DO NOT RESIST---

Donna Beneviento

I mentioned this in my other Donna x Mute reader post, but Donna is able to relate to a mute s/o a lot.

She's pretty nonverbal herself, so often you two have moments of quiet peace, where the two of you are doing your own thing together in the same room, taking breaks only to hold hands, cuddle, and kiss each other sweetly.

Truly dreamy💕💕💕

The first time you speak to her though, she's sewing a new outfit for one of her dolls, while you're reading in the setee beside her.

You peak over her shoulder, clear your throat and say: "You're really talented, Donna".

She drops a stitch.

Her face is burning underneath her veil. The first thing you say to her is a complement??? About a skill she is actually proud of??? That's already enough to get her heart stuttering, but you said her name.

It feels like such a small thing, but it sends Donna into a tizzy. Your lips formed the syllables of her name, and she can't get over it. You said a compliment and her name in the same sentence.

She's swooning. Smitten. Overcome.

Expect some flustered giggling and a compliment in return.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore has no chill whatsoever.

He literally drops everything and scuttles across the room to stand in front of you, flitting his hands around you in excitement, not quite touching you but close.

He's! So! Excited!

He didn't process what you even said-- you SPOKE TO HIM!!!! Fireworks are going off in his brain, Kool and the Gang are celebrating the good times, life is beautiful and love is in the air....

Moreau is delighted by this development. You feel safe enough around him a monster to vocalize your thoughts. You trust him. He already knew you did, but this is confirmation he didn't even know he wanted. Moreau almost starts crying he's so relieved.

Meanwhile you're repeatedly trying to warn him about the disaster occurring on the stove.

"... Salvatore, honey, the pancakes are burning."

Honey???? HONEY??? Are you TRYING to kill him????

Salvatore staggers on his feet, unintentionally the most dramatic you've ever seen him.

Sighing, you hide a smile behind your palm and give him a little smooch on the cheek before you go rescue your breakfast.

Moreau flatlines. Better give him some mouth to mouth 💗.

Karl Heisenberg

Absolutely shocked the first time you speak.

He's working on a soldat, fully used to the silence as he solders body parts together to make a deadly monster worthy of murdering Mother Miranda.

"You missed a spot--"

jESUS FUCK

Very softly, you speak up again. "At the shoulder. It's not... It's not fully connected."

Heisenberg whips around to just...stare??? At you for a bit?? His face is totally expressionless, but make no mistake his brain is reeling.

What is he supposed to do here? You feel comfortable enough to talk with him--this is a big deal, right? Is he supposed to comfort you? Praise you?

Still, it's not in Heisenberg's nature to make a big deal of things, and he doesn't want to spook you.

Eventually he nods, grunts in acknowledgement, and gets back to work.

Still, your words ring in his ears. Your voice fits you so well? He never really thought about what you sounded like before, but honestly now it's all he can think about.

Much later, when you almost forget about the whole thing, he'll offhandedly say he's proud of you for finally speaking up for yourself.

It's kinda condescending? But you know Heisenberg pretty well, and the fact he refuses to meet your eyes let's you know he's just being his normal, socially stunted self.

Thank him for the "compliment" and you'll get a pleased grin back, as well as a teasing hair ruffle. He's...happy you're comfortable with him.

It just makes your relationship feel even more right. ❤️

[eeriedragone]

Ooooagh I'm DONE more or less

A while ago I got to see Mother Mother live (still can't believe that happened) and it inspired me to make... whatever this is :p

The inconsistencies can be attributed to the breaks I had to take whole making it, and my fluctuating motivation. Messy as it is, I still had fun, and that was my main goal :) I hope you enjoy it, or at least discover a new cool song!

[ladybathoryy]

Y/n: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Y/n: If you don't want to die, give me all your money!

Karl:Bold of you to assume I have money.

Donna:Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Alcina:Bold of you to assume I can die.

Moreau:wait,what were we doing???

[leorawright]

Please please please consider the four Lords from RE8 with a S/O who loves to sit on their lap and wrap their arms around their neck (they may or may not sneak a smooch or two when they are in such position <3)

Resident evil!

Lords with s/o who likes to sit on their lap

Alcina Dimitrescu

You'd probably need to warn her before sitting down

But she'd happily let you sit on her lap anytime

Especially during family meetings because she'll just hold you while she's arguing with Heisenberg, and you can be her restraint

But she does enjoy the cuddles and the attention

Donna Beneviento

She's a little flustered about it, and please don't do it at a family meeting or in public she'd die of embarrassment

But at her mansion she'd happily let you sit on her lap

She often leans her head on your shoulder and accepts any and all affection you give her

Be warned, Angie will try to crawl onto your lap as well because she wants affection, too

Salvatore Moreau

He might die of embarrassment wether you two are in public or private

It'll take some trust for him to let you sit on his lap, but after a couple of months of being together Sal will be comfortable enough

It'll definitely be when you two are watching movies together

If you kiss him while sitting on his lap his face os burning with a blush but he'd never stop you from giving him kisses

Karl Heisenberg

Sitting on his lap is the best way to distract him from working

If you're feeling lonely and want some love just sit on his lap

He might get all smug about it, but he'll pepper your face with kisses

He's incredibly touch starved so you know he's not making you get up anytime soon

[heisenberg-simp257]

I saw the Requests open so, yeahhhhh

The 4 lords (separate) with a crush!reader who's, yes have a crush on

Who's really, really, really, oblivious, like a lot, that they can't even take one small Hint,

And the 4 lords (separate) Finally confessed, The confession took 4 hours to understand the reader.

Thank you for reading!

I think I understand! Hope you enjoy! 💖 Sorry if it's wrong anywhere!

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The Four Lords with an Oblivious Crush!Reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

-When it comes to having a crush on someone, Alcina is usually very patient. She's not one to get giddy or overly excited, but she does feel a sense of pleasantness when around her crush. That being said, it's very hard for said person to realize her fondness because she is very subtle about it.

-Especially when that someone is as oblivious as you are.

-You don't recognize anything as flirtatious, which upsets her because Alcina always believes that her subtle hints were brilliantly thought out, and then you don't even see it. She tends to sulk a bit afterwards, and you have to pry her on why. Which sucks because Alcina gives up on telling you the exact reason.

-Her daughters try to help in any way they can because their mother has ranted about your oblivious behavior to them, but even those three can't get through to you. They won't tell you about Alcina's feelings out of respect, but they sure as hell give hints.

-One day she can't take it anymore and prepares some wine to tell you about how she feels. Knowing Alcina, it was very dramatic and a lot of words were used. But still, to anyone else, it would have been very straightforward. Except for you, who kept thinking she was talking about friendship.

-It only took four grueling hours for you to get what she was talking about.

-You confessed that you never realized what she was trying to get across and apologized profusely for it. She was a bit strained during this whole exchange but was relieved that it was over and you returned her feelings for you. Now you'll recognize all her gestures were coming from love.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-Donna is extremely shy when it comes to having a crush on someone and it all stems back to her insecurities. She never feels like she's good enough for someone to love, but Donna is trying to push herself to express her feelings to that person she likes. But she is very very subtle about it, which doesn't help anyone.

-Especially you, who can never recognize a hint.

-And it's not always your fault because Donna isn't even the best at giving hints. Everything she does would be considered friendly, even by a person who isn't as oblivious as you. She would make you things, fix things for you, and make you all this tea. You interpret it a lot differently than how she's trying to display it as. Every time after, she would go to her room and just stare out the window.

-Angie is way more upfront about the whole situation, but the funny part is that she never brings up Donna's feelings. The doll just gets angry at you for "not getting it", which you don't understand in the slightest. Donna has to come and apologize with a red and flustered face.

-It takes Donna literal months before she realizes that this isn't going to work and she needs to just make the first move, which honestly scares her even more. She just wants to do it fast like ripping off a band-aid. It would be just Donna's luck that she would have to explain herself over and over again because you didn't understand what she was trying to say (due to her mumbling and your obliviousness).

-Four hours later and she's an emotional puddle on the floor.

-You were embarrassed for her and yourself as well for not noticing her advances (which weren't too much to be honest). Now you both were being kind of awkward as you tried to explain your own feelings for her. Each time she does something for you now, you pay extra close attention to it because you want her to know you understand now.

Salvatore Moreau

-Moreau is a big bundle of love when it comes to having a crush on somebody. Not only that, but he gets a crush quite easily. All it takes is a smile or a laugh before his attention is just on you. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he's not one to give up when it comes to giving signs. Moreau is oddly patient which is good because it's going to take him a while to get the message across.

-You were a very oblivious person when it came to things like this.

-However, sometimes Moreau doesn't even realize that you didn't understand what his little gestures meant. He's so excited to give you more affection that he didn't know it went over your head. In your eyes, he was just being really nice to you since adjusting to life in this area had been hard. You didn't even realize that his affections go much farther than that.

-Eventually though, Moreau recognizes that his gestures aren't doing anything. He isn't stupid no matter what Heisenberg says. He starts to realize that he's going to have to take another approach. Unlike the other lords, he doesn't get nervous or embarrassed when it comes to things like this.

-It was easy for him to sit with you and explain his growing feelings outright. Moreau was direct and concise, probably adding more words than needed, but he was just that kind of guy. He thought was easily getting the point across and that it was going to end well. Moreau didn't expect you to be as dense as you are, no offense.

-It took him a whopping four hours for you to realize his crush.

-At this point, he was beyond exhausted yet relieved that you finally knew. You felt a little embarrassed that he had to explain all this just for you to understand how he feels. With that in mind, you were a little flustered as well. But you were grateful. Now, things can have a more special meaning.

Karl Heisenberg

-If Moreau is a ball of love, then Heisenberg is a vacant field of isolation. He's never had a "crush" on anyone or he might just crush himself. To him, love is a weakness that needs to be eradicated. And perhaps that view of thinking stems from the fact that he didn't know or understand any form of real love. But when he gets a crush on you, he's in for a ride.

-Because you are the densest and most oblivious person he knows, and it kills him.

-Heisenberg didn't know how to give hints about how he feels towards you because he's never experienced this before. To be honest, your obliviousness was most likely also due to his inexperience. Still, it gets him frustrated that his little acts of kindness go unnoticed because that's just how Heisenberg is when it comes to things not going his way.

-The more this goes on, the more Heisenberg fears that he will have to speak up about it otherwise it was going to drive him nuts. He can't handle his emotions very well, so sometimes his aggression is directed from his inability to handle how he feels about you. He'll also self-isolate which also gives you the wrong impression. But it's the sit down with him that's kind of scary for you.

-Because of the obliviousness, he has to sit with you face to face in order to get the message across. Not only that, but you have no clue what he's about to discuss with you because you never recognized the signs he was giving. Frankly, it was because he also didn't hand out many signs. Heisenberg was stubborn, stuttering, and overall nervous as he told you how he felt. Which also didn't work in his favor.

-This led to four hours of him having to repeat and explain himself.

-He thought his face was going to melt from how hot it was. Congratulations, you have finally broken Lord Heisenberg's walls and turned him into a puddle of mush. He sincerely hopes you return the feelings for him otherwise he will just combust and probably smush himself under a piece of scrap metal. You were probably just as flushed as he was about the realization, promising to be better about it from now on. Give him a hug and he will explode.

[ctitan98official]

Heisenberg and Y/N are shit heads

This just fits everybody’s energy in my opinion XD

Masterlist

[enbysanavi]

RE:V lords and Mother Miranda with a ghoul reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

There was always something off about you.

You never seemed to tire after long hours of work at her castle, you never shied away from cleaning duty in the dungeon like the others and most importantly you seemed to never bleed.

As a vampire that was one of the first things she noticed about you but never thought to bring it up.

She noticed your lack of heartbeat and lack of smell that usually came with the maids.

Normally she would just leave it alone because you did your job well and did tasks that nobody else wanted to do.

One night when everything was winding down for the evening, she heard the sound of a window breaking.

Usually she would summon her daughters to deal with the intruder but due to it being a colder winter she opted to do it herself.

When she got down to the kitchen she was surprised to see that the intruder’s chest had caved in and his cheeks were sunken. It was like all the air was sucked out of him and he was left as a husk.

She was even more surprised to see you there with an expression similar to a child who got caught stealing cookies.

You had small almost see through horns poking out from your hair. Your skin had turned to a pale grey and you had claws.

“Well, this is a surprise turn of events but not an unexpected one.”

You two had a long chat about what exactly you were.

You explained that you were an air ghoul and escaped from hell to enjoy life on the mortal side of the earth.

She asked if you were happy with serving her and you said yes. After all you got fed human food, were surrounded by humans and got to be in the presence of other unearthly creatures.

You also said that you sucked the air from the intruder because he scared you when you were trying to get a midnight snack.

She sighs and realised that you may be just as much of a handful as her daughters

Karl Heisenberg

Heisenberg smelled smoke when he entered the factory. It wasn’t an uncommon smell but he smelled it more that usual.

When he found you sitting with some of his creations with your arm on fire and marshmallows dangling above the flame he does a double take.

“What. The. Fuck???”

He is so confused.

From what he knew you were just a normal human and yet you were roasting marshmallows off of a flame that covered your entire arm.

You wave at him before tossing a roasted marshmallow at his head.

He catches it and eats it

He shoes away his creations before sitting on a crate in front of you with a bewildered expression.

He asks for an explanation and you tell him your a fire ghoul but just wanna chill up on earth for a bit.

Bewilderment is replaced with excitement.

You bet he wants to figure out a way to combine his powers and yours for an ultimate power up.

Heisenberg is a man of many talents and one of those talents is causing mayhem against Mother Miranda.

“Just think: flaming metal! It would be great!”

You go along with it because of course! This man wants to cause chaos and what else are you supposed to do up on the surface?

Donna Beneviento

Angie had finally convinced Donna to hire a new gardener.

After the last gardener died she was hesitant to allow anyone else close to her again but the plants were growing too much and she could barely keep up.

You had been on the earth for a few months now and decided that staying close to your element would be the best plan so seeing that add for a gardener was a blessing.

When you first met Donna and Angie you were taken to their uniqueness and enjoyed working for the two.

Angie was seen around you more than Donna but that didn’t mean you couldn’t sense her.

She walked on the very ground that you started to tame and once the earth around her mansion was yours, nobody could sneak up on you.

Donna truely figured out something was different about you when you purposely stepped out of Donna’s way when she was supposed to be invisible to your eyes.

Donna kept a closer eye on you through her dolls. Often gifting you one in return for your hard work.

Through the eyes of her dolls was when she first saw you.

Your green skin and brown ram-like horns that curled around your face. The way that the ground moulded and changed to your will was terrifying and interesting to Donna.

She hesitantly started to show herself to your non-green and horned form whenever you would tend to the garden in front of her house.

The conversations would be pretty one sided but as time went on Donna spoke more and more to you, eventually asking about the green skin and horns.

You confess that you’re not human and in fact an earth ghoul that just wanted to become more in touch with your element.

Donna couldn’t help but feel better that your reasoning was so pure.

She offered for you to stay in your natural form if it was more comfortable for you and reassured you than nobody would see you like that if you didn’t want them to.

You felt comforted by Donna’s presence and openness about your natural appearance and you only hopped she felt the same when she showed you her scar.

Angie loved to sit on your shoulders and hold onto your horns, always saying how she could ride the mighty ram into battle.

Salvatore Moreau

It starts small when he notices that someone else is in his waters.

He and his fish are usually the only thing that swim in the village since the villagers are too scared to.

When he spots blue skin in murky green water he gets excited at the idea of a new friend.

Spotting the blue skinned creature was easier than catching you because you were much smaller than he was.

You didn’t have a tail like he did but you could see much clearly under water and evade his capture.

It wasn’t like he wanted to hurt you, he just wanted to meet you and meet someone else who has an affinity for water.

Slowly but surely he was able to coax you out of your hiding spot and onto the shore. He was curious on how someone that looked human could crept for the blue skin and small silver horns, found it’s way into his territory.

You explained that you wanted to see the ocean but only got this far and that you were at water ghoul.

He excitedly told you that there were other lakes around the village that he could take you to.

When you confessed that you only liked his lake because there weren’t any people except for him and his fish he tried to make the water as enjoyable as possible for you.

Mother Miranda

Since you first came to the village she knew you weren’t human. You looked human and ate human food but there was just a strange aura around you.

You weren’t disturbing any of her plans or experiments so she left you alone for the time being.

When you sat on top of her chapel just to get a better look at the stars, she confronted you.

She landed beside you and asked not so calmly why you were on her chapel.

You explained that you leaned no harm and just wanted to see the stars better. After all the village didn’t have the best views.

You were much more calm than anyone else.

Mother Miranda just sighed and offered to show you better spots to see the stars that weren’t on her roof.

She showed you a few places and even varied you to the top of Lady Dimitrescu’s castle because what could Alcina do? It wasn’t like she was going to say no to Miranda.

It became a little tradition for Miranda to meet you at night and watch the night sky with you.

When you confessed to being not human she said she already knew but didn’t know what you were.

You said you were a quintessence ghoul and simply wanted to see the sky.

She was impressed to see a ghoul out in the real world and asked if you could help her with her experiments.

Since you had a lot of free time in the day you agreed.

[rosestarlightkatarina]

When Y/N is dating Donna, Daniela, Mia, Moreau:

Y/N, almost crying: Darling, am I annoying?

Their S/O: Oh, no way, my love, you are the most wonderful person I’ve ever met!

When Y/N is dating Alcina, Cassandra, Bela, Miranda, Karl:

Y/N: Babe, do I annoy you sometimes?

Their S/O: Sometimes I want to kill you.

[horeformilfs]

Little Crow

Mother Miranda X Fem! Reader

TW: Near Death, Experimentation, Panic Attack, Nightmare, Manipulation

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The biting cold of winter gnawed at Y/n's consciousness as she lay on the brink of death. A veil of darkness enveloped her, and the frigid wind whispered it's icy lullaby. In the stillness of the night, Mother Miranda discovered Y/n, a fragile soul on the edge of oblivion. The woman, shrouded in mystery, cradled the unconscious figure and spirited her away to the eerie confines of her hidden laboratory.

When Y/n awoke, the sterile scent of antiseptic assaulted her senses. Confusion etched across her face as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. Mother Miranda loomed over her, a haunting silhouette against the backdrop of medical equipment and arcane symbols. The ethereal figure explained how she had saved Y/n from the clutches of death.

With a furrowed brow, Y/n questioned the circumstances surrounding her rescue, seeking answers in the eyes of Mother Miranda. "Where am I? What happened?" she inquired, her voice a fragile echo in the sterile air.

The cryptic woman revealed the truth, stripping away the illusion of benevolence. "You were on the brink of demise. I saved you. You are in my domain now," Miranda declared with a dispassionate certainty that sent shivers down Y/n's spine.

A chill settled in Y/n's heart as she asked when she would be able to leave. The response was cold and unyielding. "Never," Miranda stated, her voice echoing through the sterile room.

Confused and indignant, Y/n protested, "Why? I didn't ask for your help, and I certainly didn't agree to be your prisoner!"

A smirk played upon Miranda's lips as she revealed her true intentions. "You are mine now. A subject for my experiments. Your destiny is entwined with mine," she asserted, her words a haunting melody that reverberated through the room.

Y/n recoiled, defiance in her eyes. "I am not some property for you to claim! You can't just take me and do as you please!"

Miranda's smirk deepened, and her eyes gleamed with an unsettling confidence. "That's where you're wrong, my dear. In this domain, you are nothing but mine to control and use. Welcome to your new reality."

Days melded into a nightmarish blur as Miranda's relentless experiments continued to unfold upon Y/n. The sterile walls of the laboratory bore witness to the suffering etched across Y/n's face. In a desperate attempt to grasp the reasons behind her torment, Y/n mustered the strength to question Miranda.

"Why me?" Y/n's voice trembled, a plea for answers in the midst of agony.

Miranda responded with cryptic prose that offered no solace. "The tapestry of fate is woven with threads of sacrifice. You are but a pawn in a grand design," she murmured, her gaze fixated on the swirling concoctions in her hands.

A cold shiver ran down Y/n's spine as Miranda injected her with a sedative, the world fading into a hazy dreamscape. As Y/n fought the impending pull of unconsciousness, she struggled to voice her questions, each attempt drowned in the intoxicating numbness.

The next awakening brought little respite. Y/n found herself lying on the sterile bed once more, Miranda meticulously recording notes from the latest experiment. Desperation clawed at Y/n's chest as she summoned the strength to speak once more.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Y/n's words wavered, the echo of her plea lingering in the sterile air.

Miranda glanced at her with an indifferent gaze before resuming her work, the answer elusive as ever. Y/n, tired of the ceaseless torment, reached the precipice of despair. In a voice laced with weariness, she begged, "If I can't leave, if there's no escape from this nightmare, just end it. Kill me and free me from this agony."

A chilling silence enveloped the room as Miranda paused, her expression unreadable. The weight of Y/n's plea lingered, the room suffused with an unsettling tension, as if the very air held its breath, awaiting a response from the mistress of this macabre domain.

Y/n's eyes fluttered open once more, the stark reality of her captivity settling like a heavy shroud. In a desperate attempt to break free from this nightmare, she pleaded with Miranda once again, her voice tinged with both desperation and frustration.

"Please, Miranda, let me go. I beg you. I can't take this any longer," Y/n implored, her eyes searching for a hint of mercy in Miranda's gaze.

But Miranda, unmoved by the plea, shook her head. "You are destined for something greater, my dear. I won't let you go," she declared with an air of finality.

Confusion and fear gripped Y/n as she questioned, "Destined for what? Why won't you just tell me the truth?"

Miranda, ever cryptic, revealed her grand design. "You will be the fifth lord of the village, ruling over your own domain. The cadou will be implanted within you, granting you unimaginable power," she explained, a twisted sense of pride in her proclamation.

Y/n recoiled at the revelation, a surge of defiance rising within her. "I won't be part of your twisted plans! I won't let you turn me into some monster!" she protested, her voice laced with determination.

Miranda's gaze remained unyielding. "As long as you don't succumb to the lycan transformation, you shall rule over your domain with power and influence," she stated, as if sealing Y/n's fate with the utterance of those words.

Despite Y/n's fervent resistance, Miranda stood firm, her decision unwavering. "The procedure will take place tomorrow evening. The other lords will bear witness to your ascension," Miranda declared, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

The weight of impending doom settled upon Y/n's shoulders, the realization that escape was futile. The once-vivid hope for freedom now flickered, threatened by the encroaching darkness of Miranda's ambitions. Tomorrow would unveil a twisted destiny, and Y/n could only brace herself for the unknown horrors that awaited

The night of the ominous procedure descended, casting a shadow over Y/n's fragile hope. Miranda led her to a dimly lit chamber, where the other lords awaited—Alcina Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg, and Salvatore Moreau. Their presence intensified the air of dread that hung over the room.

Alcina, statuesque and commanding, fixated her gaze on Y/n, a predatory glint in her eyes. Before the procedure began, she approached with an air of casual flirtation, causing Miranda's envious ire to flare.

"Well, well, Miranda, you've found quite the interesting specimen," Alcina purred, her gaze lingering on Y/n. "Quite a pity to subject such beauty to your experiments."

Miranda, barely containing her jealousy, shot Alcina a warning glance before dragging Y/n toward the cold, metallic operating table. The restraints clamped around Y/n's limbs, rendering her immobile as Miranda prepared for the procedure.

In a hushed tone, Miranda informed Y/n, "I won't sedate you. The pain will be excruciating, you may pass out if it becomes too much. Do try to endure it."

Terror etched across Y/n's face as she pleaded, "Please, Miranda, don't do this! I beg you!"

Ignoring her pleas, Miranda proceeded with the surgery. Y/n's back lay exposed as Miranda carefully opened it, revealing the vulnerability of her spine. The cadou, an otherworldly entity, awaited its integration.

As the cadou attached itself to Y/n's spinal cord, an indescribable pain erupted through her body. Each invasive touch sent waves of agony coursing through her, and the room spun in a disorienting blur. Y/n's cries of anguish filled the chamber, the torment escalating with each passing moment.

Alcina observed with detached interest, a smirk playing on her lips. "Fascinating, isn't it?" she remarked, her tone betraying a hint of sadistic pleasure.

Y/n, on the brink of unconsciousness, gasped for breath between tortured sobs. "Please, make it stop!" she begged, her plea lost in the sea of agony.

The room echoed with the unsettling sounds of the unholy procedure, and as Y/n succumbed to the unbearable pain, the darkness claimed her consciousness, leaving her at the mercy of Miranda's experiments.

As the procedure unfolded, Y/n's body underwent a miraculous transformation. The wound on her back healed before their eyes, revealing the regenerative capabilities bestowed upon her by the cadou. Satisfied with the apparent success, Miranda covered Y/n with a blanket and gently laid her on her back, allowing her to rest while she conferred with the other lords.

As Miranda engaged in conversation with the remaining lords, Alcina couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was amiss. Her sharp instincts led her back to Y/n's side. The sight of her serene form beneath the blanket belied the turmoil within.

A few minutes passed, and Alcina's suspicion deepened. She leaned in to examine Y/n more closely, her hand gently brushing against Y/n's forehead. Alarmed, she realized that Y/n was burning up with a fever.

"Something's not right," Alcina muttered to herself, her concern deepening as Y/n began to stir.

Y/n's eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused and delirious. In a weak voice, she mumbled, "Am I dying?"

Alcina, kneeling beside her, brushed the hair from Y/n's face with a soft touch. "No, my dear. You're going to be okay," she reassured, trying to offer comfort amidst the uncertainty.

The three other lords had departed, leaving Alcina alone with the ailing Y/n. Concern etched across her elegant features, Alcina made her way to Mother Miranda to share her discovery.

"There's something wrong with your experiment. The girl has a fever, and she seems... weakened," Alcina stated, her gaze unwavering.

Miranda, initially dismissive, turned her attention to Alcina. "It's merely a side effect. The transformation is taxing on the body. She will recover," she asserted, though a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face.

Alcina, not entirely convinced, kept a watchful eye on Y/n, determined to uncover the mystery shrouding the girl's newfound existence in the village of shadows.

An hour passed, and Alcina vigilantly watched over the delirious Y/n as Miranda continued her cleanup and note-taking from the procedure. The room, once filled with the unsettling sounds of experimentation, now echoed with an uneasy silence.

Y/n stirred once more, her eyes clouded with confusion and her words a desperate murmur. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." she repeated, the weight of remorse heavy in her delirium.

Alcina, attempting to make sense of the apologies, leaned in to question Y/n. "Sorry for what, my dear? What troubles you?" she inquired, her concern etched across her regal features.

Before Y/n could respond, a sudden and violent seizure gripped her, her eyes rolling back, and her body convulsing. Alcina reacted swiftly, rushing to Mother Miranda to alert her to the dire situation.

Initially skeptical, Miranda tried to dismiss Alcina's concerns, but as the severity became evident, her cold exterior cracked. Panic flashed in Miranda's eyes as she rushed to Y/n's side, abandoning her usual composure. "What is happening?" Miranda demanded, urgency replacing her usual stoicism.

Alcina, maintaining her calm, swiftly procured a sedative and a needle, handing them to Miranda. "She's having a seizure. We need to sedate her," Alcina asserted, her eyes locked on Y/n's convulsing form.

Miranda, finally acknowledging the gravity of the situation, nodded and carefully dosed the sedative before injecting it into Y/n's arm. The seizure subsided, leaving Y/n disoriented, her gaze searching for something to anchor her faltering consciousness.

Miranda, an uncharacteristic gentleness in her touch, carded her hand through Y/n's hair, trying to comfort the distressed soul. "It's alright. You're going to be okay," Miranda murmured, her usual air of authority replaced by genuine concern.

Y/n, still caught in the throes of delirium, continued to murmur apologies, her voice fading as the sedative took effect. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." she whispered before succumbing to the soothing embrace of unconsciousness, leaving Miranda and Alcina to grapple with the uncertainties of her tortured existence.

Y/n lay in peaceful slumber in a quiet room, the traces of the recent ordeal evident on her exhausted form. Meanwhile, Miranda and Alcina retreated to a dimly lit corner to discuss the unsettling events that had unfolded.

Alcina, her piercing gaze fixed on Miranda, couldn't resist probing the woman about her unexpected display of gentleness. "I never took you for a caretaker, Miranda. What is it about this girl that softened your resolve?" Alcina's tone held a curious edge, her eyes searching for the cracks in Miranda's composed facade.

Miranda, initially dismissive, tried to deflect the question. "It's merely practical. She's a valuable asset, and her well-being is crucial for the success of my experiments."

Alcina, undeterred, continued to press. "Practicality, Miranda? I've seen you deal with subjects before, but I've never seen you show such concern. What's different this time?"

Miranda's gaze drifted towards the sleeping Y/n, a subtle smile gracing her features. Alcina, noticing the uncharacteristic expression, couldn't help but smirk knowingly. "Ah, Miranda, it seems you've developed a soft spot for the girl. How intriguing."

Rolling her eyes, Miranda attempted to maintain her stoic composure. "Don't be absurd, Alcina. I have no sentimental attachments."

But Alcina persisted, her smirk widening. "Oh, spare me. I can see it in your eyes. There's more to this than practicality. Admit it, Miranda, there are feelings involved."

Miranda's stern facade wavered, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features. She glanced back at Y/n, still peacefully asleep, and finally conceded, "Fine, there might be... something. But it's irrelevant. She's a means to an end."

Alcina, satisfied with her victory, chuckled softly. "Love can be a powerful force, Miranda. Don't underestimate its influence, especially in these peculiar circumstances."

Miranda shot Alcina a warning glare, but a hint of uncertainty lingered in her eyes. As they continued to observe the slumbering Y/n, the room held an air of unspoken complexity, leaving the emotions between them shrouded in the village's lingering shadows.

Days passed, and Y/n's recovery unfolded slowly. The room, once filled with the tense atmosphere of experiments, now echoed with the soft sounds of her mending breaths. Miranda and Alcina, though each harboring their own thoughts, found themselves drawn back to the side of the convalescent.

Y/n, still in the embrace of healing dreams, remained oblivious to the silent conversations that transpired between Miranda and Alcina. The air hung thick in the room, as both women navigated the uncharted waters of emotions they were reluctant to acknowledge.

Miranda, ever the stoic figure, observed Y/n with a mix of clinical interest and an unfamiliar tenderness. Alcina, however, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease the usually unyielding Mother Miranda. "I must say, Miranda, you're becoming quite the caregiver. Who would have thought?"

Miranda shot Alcina a withering glance. "This changes nothing. She's still a tool, a means to an end," she asserted, though the conviction in her voice wavered.

Alcina, undeterred, circled the topic like a predator circling its prey. "And yet, you smile when you look at her. I never thought I'd see the day when Mother Miranda, the cold and calculating, would show such vulnerability."

Miranda's gaze flickered towards Y/n, who stirred in her sleep. The small smile that graced Miranda's lips went unnoticed by her, but not by the persistent Alcina.

"I wonder, Miranda, are you starting to care for her in a way that goes beyond your experiments?" Alcina's voice held a teasing lilt, testing the boundaries of Miranda's carefully guarded emotions.

Miranda sighed, her defenses momentarily crumbling. "Feelings have no place in my work. This is merely an unexpected complication."

Alcina, satisfied with her playful interrogation, leaned against the wall. "Time will tell, Miranda. Sometimes the unexpected can lead to the most intriguing developments."

As the room returned to its hushed stillness, the unresolved tension lingered in the air. Miranda, with a final glance at the resting Y/n, left the room, her thoughts trailing in her wake. The delicate dance of emotions within the village of shadows continued, shrouded in mysteries that even the formidable Mother Miranda couldn't fully unravel.

Y/n awakened in an unfamiliar bedroom, the soft glow of an early dawn filtering through the curtains. The room felt both foreign and oddly comforting. Wrapping a blanket around herself, she ventured further into the unfamiliar space. The mirror above the dresser caught her eye, and as she glanced into it, a shiver ran down her spine. Staring back at her were piercing yellow eyes, a stark contrast to the familiar gaze she once knew. 

A sense of disquiet settled in her chest as Y/n made her way through the house. The walls adorned with paintings told tales of a history she couldn't quite grasp. As she ascended a staircase, she found herself drawn to the dim light seeping through a partially open door. Pushing the door open, Y/n discovered a room bathed in the soft glow of lanterns. Books lined shelves, creating a haven for knowledge. It was a library, a vast collection of forgotten stories and untold secrets. 

As Y/n continued to explore the depths of the library, she stumbled upon an unexpected sight. There, on a cozy couch, sat Mother Miranda, appearing surprisingly domestic. The ambient light revealed the striking features that had been concealed by the formidable facade—piercing blue eyes, defined cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and long, flowing blonde hair. Y/n found herself momentarily captivated by the unexpected beauty of the woman. 

Lost in her observations, Y/n failed to notice Miranda rising from the couch and silently approaching. The sudden presence startled her, and Y/n turned to find Miranda standing before her. With a teasing smirk, Miranda directed Y/n's face up by her chin, forcing her to meet those intense blue eyes. 

"Well, little crow, did you enjoy the view?" Miranda's voice dripped with amusement as her fingers traced lightly along Y/n's jawline and down her neck. Y/n's breath hitched, the unexpected intimacy causing a blush to creep across her cheeks. 

Miranda, reveling in the effect, continued to tease. "You seem quite taken by the beauty that's been right in front of you all along. Did you think I was only capable of cruelty?" 

Y/n stammered, attempting to regain composure. "I... I just didn't expect to see you like this." 

Miranda chuckled, the sultry sound echoing in the library. "Expectations can be deceiving, little crow. There's more to me than meets the eye." 

The teasing continued as Miranda leaned in, her lips grazing Y/n's ear. "You know, little crow, you're quite enchanting when you're flustered. It's a sight to behold." 

Y/n, now thoroughly flustered, turned away, attempting to hide her embarrassment. Miranda's sultry chuckle filled the air, and she whispered something that made Y/n's blush deepen. 

"Such a delicate little thing, aren't you? Easily rattled." Miranda's voice was a sultry purr as she continued to playfully torment Y/n. "But there's a certain allure in vulnerability, don't you think?" 

As the teasing dance between them unfolded, the library became a stage for the interplay of emotions, leaving Y/n caught in the intricate web that Mother Miranda seemed to delight in weaving.

Y/n, still slightly flustered from Miranda's teasing, attempted to regain her composure. Clearing her throat, she decided to address the pressing matter at hand. "Mother Miranda, can you please explain what happened during the experiment? I need to understand."

Miranda, with an air of mystery, simply responded, "All in good time, little crow. Right now, you should focus on resting." Her tone left no room for negotiation, and Y/n, unaware of her own fatigue, reluctantly agreed to heed Miranda's advice.

Guiding Y/n back to the room she had awakened in, Miranda spoke softly, "You'll find everything you need in here. Rest well. I'm just across the hall if you require anything."

As Miranda bid her goodnight, Y/n couldn't shake the sense of vulnerability that lingered between them. A step forward from Miranda closed the distance, and Y/n instinctively took a step back, her back meeting the door. A question caught in her throat, silenced by the unexpected proximity.

With a tenderness that contradicted her usual demeanor, Miranda placed a gentle kiss on the corner of Y/n's mouth. "Goodnight, my dear," she murmured before retreating to her own room, leaving Y/n standing there, stunned and breathless.

The closing of Miranda's door jolted Y/n back to reality, and she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The woman's unexpected gesture left Y/n grappling with a newfound awareness, a whisper of desire lingering in the air of the village of shadows. As Y/n settled into the room, the mysteries surrounding her and Mother Miranda only deepened, leaving her with more questions than answers as she succumbed to the beckoning embrace of sleep. 

Miranda, having concluded her work in the lab, was making her way back to her room when she heard a faint murmur emanating from Y/n's room. A subtle hesitation gripped her, but an inexplicable concern propelled her forward. Something compelled Miranda to check on the younger woman.

Upon entering Y/n's room, the sight that greeted Miranda was disconcerting. Y/n thrashed in her sleep, as if caught in the clutches of an unseen adversary. Miranda, suppressing her usual stoicism, approached the bedside with a mix of curiosity and worry.

She leaned in, her voice a gentle murmur, "Y/n, wake up. You're having a nightmare."

Y/n jolted awake, eyes wide and frantic, scanning the room. When her gaze finally settled on Miranda, relief and fear mingled in her expression. Her body trembled violently, and it was evident that the nightmare had left its mark.

Miranda reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Y/n's shoulder. "It's over now. You're safe," she murmured, attempting to ground the distressed woman.

However, as Miranda spoke, Y/n's eyes seemed to lose focus, the distant look of derealization clouding her gaze. She shook uncontrollably, caught in the aftermath of the vivid dream that still haunted her subconscious.

"Y/n, can you hear me?" Miranda tried to connect with her, concern etched on her features. Y/n's distant gaze met hers, but the glazed-over look persisted, as if she were trapped in the remnants of a fading nightmare.

As Y/n struggled in the grip of derealization, her trembling hand reached out blindly, seeking something tangible to anchor her in reality. Miranda, attuned to the vulnerability of the moment, gently intercepted Y/n's searching hand, clasping it in her own.

With a tenderness that belied her usual demeanor, Miranda held Y/n's hand securely, occasionally squeezing it as if to reassure her. "Come back to me, little crow," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody cutting through the disorienting haze.

Miranda continued to speak softly, coaxing Y/n back to the present moment. "You're safe. Focus on my voice, on the touch of my hand. Breathe, my dear. In and out. In and out."

Y/n, still caught in the aftermath of the nightmare, slowly started to respond to Miranda's gentle guidance. Her vacant gaze began to regain focus, and Miranda maintained a steady presence, offering a lifeline to the shaken woman.

As Y/n gradually returned to the present, the tremors persisted, and Miranda adapted her approach. She guided Y/n to hold a piece of ice, the sudden cold a sensory shock that could help ground her. "Feel the cold, little crow. Focus on the sensation. It's real. You're here."

Miranda continued to talk Y/n through the grounding process, her voice a steady anchor in the tumultuous sea of emotions. "You're strong, my dear. You've faced nightmares before, and you'll conquer them again. Breathe with me. In and out. In and out."

Miranda, her concern evident, gently asked Y/n, "What happened, my dear?" Y/n, still recovering from the nightmare-induced haze, responded in a detached manner, "Nightmare. Don't wanna talk."

Miranda nodded understandingly, respecting Y/n's need for silence. "That's okay, my dear. Take your time," she reassured, her voice a soft whisper.

Sensing Y/n's need for grounding, Miranda delicately broached the topic of physical comfort. "Is it okay if I offer a bit more comfort, perhaps some physical contact?" she asked, her gaze steady.

Y/n, still shaken but willing to accept solace, nodded in agreement. "Yes, please," she replied, her voice a fragile whisper.

Miranda, with a tenderness that defied her usual demeanor, wiped the lingering tears from Y/n's cheeks. She then cupped Y/n's face, her touch gentle yet firm, providing a stabilizing anchor for the distressed woman. Y/n, seeking solace, leaned into Miranda's touch, finding a momentary refuge in the connection.

As the warmth of Miranda's hand enveloped her, Y/n felt a fleeting sense of security. Miranda, respecting the delicate balance, continued to caress Y/n's cheek, offering a silent reassurance through the language of touch.

In the quiet aftermath, Miranda broached another option. "Would you like to stay here, or would you feel more comfortable in my room?" she inquired, her concern unwavering.

Y/n, craving the presence of the person who had become an unexpected source of comfort, hesitated before answering, "I want to go to your room."

Miranda nodded, accepting Y/n's choice without judgment. "Very well, my dear. Let's go," she said, guiding Y/n toward her room, the shadows of the village concealing the complexities of their connection, woven through shared nightmares and moments of vulnerability.

Miranda guided Y/n to her room, a space that held the echo of enigmatic secrets. As they entered, Miranda ensured Y/n was comfortably settled in bed. The room, bathed in a soft glow from a small lamp, retained an air of serenity.

Miranda excused herself briefly to get ready for bed. Before leaving, Y/n, with a quiet vulnerability, whispered, "Please don't leave." Miranda, stroking Y/n's hair soothingly, assured her, "I'll be right back. Just getting ready."

True to her word, Miranda returned after a brief moment, finding Y/n still awaiting her presence. She dimmed the bright overhead light, leaving only the gentle illumination of the lamp on her side of the bed. The room now held a subtle warmth, a sanctuary against the shadows that lingered beyond.

Miranda slipped into bed, opening her arms in an unspoken invitation. "I'm here, only if you're comfortable," she whispered, her voice a soft reassurance.

Y/n, grateful for the offered comfort, responded by snuggling close to Miranda, wrapping an arm around her waist. She rested her face in the crook of Miranda's neck, finding solace in the reassuring scent that enveloped her – spicy, warm, and infused with the subtle allure of amber.

In the quiet intimacy of Miranda's room, Y/n found herself grappling with the intricacies of her emotions. She hesitated for a moment before expressing her inner turmoil. "I don't understand this," she admitted quietly.

Miranda, lying beside her, propped herself up on an elbow, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "What do you mean?" she inquired, the dim light of the room casting a gentle glow on their faces.

Y/n sighed, her gaze fixed on an indistinct point in the room. "I should be mad at you for what you did, for everything, but I can't seem to be," she confessed, a hint of confusion in her voice.

Miranda, understanding the weight of Y/n's words, reached over and gently covered them both with the comforter. With a tenderness that belied her usual stoicism, she traced random patterns on Y/n's back while her thumb caressed the younger woman's cheek. "Emotions are complex, my dear. Sometimes, it takes time to unravel them, to understand the why and the how," she offered, her voice a soothing murmur.

Y/n, comforted by Miranda's touch, hummed softly in response. They lingered in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the unspoken understanding between them weaving a delicate tapestry.

Breaking the quietude, Y/n finally spoke, "Thank you, Mother Miranda."

Miranda, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and curiosity, gently corrected, "You can call me Miranda, dear." She quirked an eyebrow, prompting Y/n to explain her gratitude.

Y/n hesitated for a moment before answering, "Thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome, my dear," Miranda responded, her gaze softening as she continued to trace patterns on Y/n's back. "You were worth saving, and the reason goes beyond what I had initially thought those weeks ago."

Y/n, looking at Miranda with a mix of curiosity and confusion, questioned, "What do you mean? What's the reason?"

Miranda, her expression momentarily contemplative, sighed softly. "It's a complex matter, emotions. I find myself quite taken with you, more so than I had anticipated. The reasons, the nuances, they extend beyond the boundaries I had set for myself."

Y/n's brows furrowed in genuine confusion. "Taken with me? But why? After everything that happened..."

Miranda, still tracing comforting patterns on Y/n's back, met her gaze.

 "Emotions don't always adhere to logic, my dear. There's something about you that intrigues me, something that defies the usual calculations of my mind."

Y/n, grappling with the unexpected revelation, asked, "What do you mean by 'taken with me'? What are these feelings?"

Miranda, her usual enigmatic facade momentarily replaced by a hint of vulnerability, admitted, "I'm not entirely sure. It's a puzzle even I haven't fully deciphered. But there's a connection, a fascination that goes beyond the confines of my usual pursuits."

Y/n, despite the confusion, felt a sense of warmth in Miranda's admission. "Taken with me?" she repeated, a small smile playing on her lips. "I never thought I'd hear Mother Miranda say something like that."

Miranda chuckled softly. "Nor did I, my dear. But here we are, entangled in the complexities of emotions that neither of us fully understands."

Y/n, feeling a surge of confidence, sat up in bed, facing Miranda. The older woman's gaze fell on Y/n's now yellow eyes, and she couldn't help but comment, "Quite the vibrant change in eye color, my dear."

Y/n, embarrassed, buried her face in her hands. Miranda, true to her nature, seized the opportunity to tease. "Oh, come now. Don't hide those captivating eyes. They suit you, little crow."

After enduring enough of Miranda's teasing, Y/n playfully exclaimed, "Enough, Miranda. Seriously, stop."

Miranda, ever the provocateur, quirked an eyebrow and smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction she was provoking. But before she could respond, Y/n decided to take matters into her own hands—quite literally.

In a surprising move, Y/n shut Miranda up by leaning in and capturing her lips in a kiss. Miranda, initially caught off guard, quickly reciprocated, the tension between them shifting into an unexpected yet charged intimacy.

When they finally pulled apart, Miranda looked at Y/n with a mix of surprise and intrigue. The room was enveloped in a comfortable silence for a few moments, both women seemingly stunned by the sudden turn of events.

Miranda, not one to let a moment pass, pulled Y/n closer until she was straddling her lap. Y/n gasped at the sudden closeness, locking eyes with Miranda. The older woman smirked, reveling in the effect she had on the younger one.

As Y/n began to question Miranda, she was promptly cut off mid-sentence. Miranda, with a devilish glint in her eyes, decided actions spoke louder than words.

Their lips met again in a fervent kiss, the air thick with a newfound tension. Y/n, lacing her fingers through Miranda's hair, surrendered to the unexpected yet irresistible pull of desire, the village of shadows bearing witness to the unfolding of a connection that transcended the boundaries of reason and expectation.

In the months that followed, Y/n had embraced her role as the fifth lord with a fierce determination, earning a reputation for being cold, calculating, and intimidating. The powers granted by the Cadou had transformed her into a formidable force—rapid regeneration, the ability to shapeshift into a crow, mental manipulation, superhuman strength, speed, biological immortality, and unwavering durability. These powers mirrored those of Mother Miranda, forging a dynamic partnership that became the talk of the village.

The relationship between Y/n and Miranda had evolved into a public affair, sparking fear among the villagers. Disobeying any of the lords now meant facing not only the wrath of the individual lord but also the combined might of Mother Miranda and Y/n. The village quivered under the weight of their influence, and the dynamic duo maintained order with an iron grip.

Despite the fear they instilled, Mother Miranda and Y/n worked tirelessly with the other lords to resurrect Miranda's long-lost daughter. The process was intricate and delicate, requiring the combined powers and knowledge of the lords. Y/n, serving as a steadfast support by Miranda's side, became an integral part of the resurrection plan.

The relationship between Mother Miranda and Y/n deepened as they navigated the complexities of their roles, both in the village and in their personal lives. The shared goal of reuniting Miranda with her daughter forged a connection that surpassed the surface-level fears and rumors. Together, they faced the challenges posed by their powers, their duties, and the intricate web of emotions that bound them in the village of shadows. 

[shogvnate]

enjoy the late night re8 shitpost, aka re8 characters as random pictures in my gallery as I spiral into madness (compulsory math)

[dmc-tings]

The Lord's helping their s/o recover from an injury

Alcina Dimitrescu

She had left you in care of her daughter's

Or them in your care

She was leaving to meet with the other Lord's and Mother Miranda

Lady D gone, the girls wanted to play a game

Hide and seek!!

They hide and you... well you don't seek

You actually just do whatever, and they end up popping up whenever

You sat on the balcony, reading and enjoying some coffee

The girls had started to play earlier in the day

It was afternoon, when you started to get worried about them

You got up to search rhe castle

Finding your way into the library, you heard their laughter

One at the top of the steps Daniela, shot out in front of you

Letting out a "boo", raising her hands above you (you know like a monster on Halloween)

You yelped and tumbled down both sets of stairs

"Uh oh..." Cassandra said, standing next to her sisters

You landed heavily on your side, blood streaming from your head

The girls rushed to you, finding you knocked unconscious

Things got worse, as Alcina finally came home and saw the trio trying to maneuver you to your room

"What happened?!" She barked, taking you from them

Though not listening for an answer she took you up

You sturred in her arms, "Al...Alcina?"

She shushed you, caressing your cheek

"You have a head wound, Darling. But do not fall asleep."

You tried to nod, but failed, resting your head on her shoulder

Once bandaged up, she asked you what happened

You explained, leaving out the part about the girls scaring you

She nodded and looked at you wound

"You'll stay here with me until your fully healed."

You tried to argue, but she only stood, taking you with her

And tucked you in

For the next few weeks, Alcina took care of all your needs

Food, drink, changing your bandages, keeping you company

She almost gave you a bath, but you protested to the point of almost being drug into the bathroom

She finally conceded and let you bathe alone (sometimes)

"Why are you coddling me, Alcina? I'm an adult! Yo-"

"If something where to happen to you. If I was to lose you, my wrath would know no end."

You shut your face after that

And finally let her take care of you

Your head finally fully healed and Alcina finally backed off

She keeps a better eye in you though

Salvatore Moreau

"Its was an accident, Salvatore."

"You shouldn't have been there, my precious."

You where in the bed, surrounded by blankets

Bruised ribs, is what Donna told you

And you knew you couldn't move

But that don't matter now, your safe

Salvatore kept you there, serving you hand and foot

But you had gotten tired off his constant condescending tones

"Darling, shut it. Your not helping me heal by stressing us BOTH out. Please." You rubbed your head

And he promptly shut his mouth, reaching over with a cool hand, soothing you

Letting out a humm, you enjoyed his hand, gently rubbing your now throbbing head

Smiling, your fish man stood and you let out a whine

"Im going to get you some pain medicine, my dear. Ill be back shortly." He promised, lumbering away

He kept his word, bring you something for your ribs and head

He helped you sit up, and you huffed after taking the medicine

"Im sorry for snapping at you..."

You know he never took your snapping at him as a serious matter, he was always patient with you

Moreau took your hand in his and smiled

"My Precious. You know I don't mind."

You frowned, whincing from the pain and from his gentle tone

"You get it enough from the big bitch and metal bastard.... I shouldn't give you shit..."

He hummed, sensing your pain, both emotional and physical

"Yes... but do rest..."

You settled down for another nap

This continued for a few weeks...

Until you were able to walk on your own

Yet he ordered some of the Vârcolac to keep at your side

Angie and Donna Beneviento

It happened in the damn garden

You told Donna to get rid of the roots from some of the bigger plants

But she insisted it was for the better

And now you were sitting still with ice on your sprained ankle

And your girlfriend buzzing about like a bee

"Im sorry. I didn't think they would get in the way like that..."

You tried to tell her that it was fine but she kept coming into the room and out of the room

Handing you tea and snacks every ten damn minutes

You finally grabbed her and pulled her into your lap

"Donna. My love. Dearest thing. Please. Calm down. I just sprained my ankle. I just need to stay off of it for a while ok?"

Donna finally took a few breaths and relaxed against you

"O-ok. I-"

You patted her head and gently rubbed her back.

"Yeah, yeah. Just be quiet for a bit ok?"

She could really be worrisome, and sometimes you had to remind her to cool it.

She soon fell asleep on you and you followed suit

Karl Heisenberg

"I told you to keep outta my part of the Factory. And look at you now. All wrapped up like a burrito."

You glared at him

It was true, your food was wrapped up like a burrito

But that was because your boyfriend was an idiot

A mechanical genius

But a fat idiot when it came to matters about you.

"Karl. I only stubbed my toe. You're over reacting."

He huffed and placed a tray of food on your lap

And sat next to your foot, giving it a poke

You frowned and kicked him with your bandage boot

Well tried to

In retaliation, he stood up and laid on you with his full weight

Knocking the wind out of you

It was just his way of keeping you still and in his arms

Just an idiots way of dealing with the love of his life

[lesbeansimpzombie]

Donna: I sleep with a doll that has swords in it under my pillow

Karl: Weak. I sleep with a hammer under mine.

Y/N: You are both pathetic

Karl: What killer weapon do you sleep with then?

Y/N: Alcina obviously.