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flanderdoodles · 2 months ago

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Love me like a sailor

∿ Donna x reader

∿ word count; 1023

∿tw/cw; Implied nsfw

∿ A forbidden love between a village woman and the mysterious Lady Beneviento. Inspired and using lyrics from Sailor song by Gigi Perez

The young villager sneaked through the dark woods leading to her lovers, she always appreciated how Donna gave her the illusion that the dark woods had light, the calming sound of hallucinated birds calming the way. You always knew when you entered her land. Pulling the dark cloak tighter around you, you continued your way, you knew you had to be sneaky when going to her home, Lady Beneviento was very clear about that.

Slowly, you sneaked your way through the land, going up the elevator and made your way to the worn down home. Before you made it to the steps, the lady of the house came running out the front door, strong arms grasping your waist after she almost stumbled down the steps. Her unveiled face nuzzled into your neck as she held you. You took a second to catch your breath and bearings before returning the hug.

It had been two weeks since the two of you last saw each other, two very long weeks. You pulled away enough to slip your fingers under her chin, pulling her into a kiss, her rough, cracked lips felt familiar against yours as you loved like a sailor. The world stopped as you kissed, leaning into her warmth.

The two of you pulled away, catching your breath as you finally got a good look at her. “My pretty lady- I missed you.” You hummed out, reaching out to cup her cheek, and she nuzzled into your hand. “I’m sorry it took so long to come see you again, I tried…”

“I know you did..” Donna croaked out, voice cracking from the lack of use. “Come inside.” She pulled away from you, slipping her hand into yours as she tugged you inside. The old home was as you remembered it, everything still in its usual place, the warm glow from lights and the warmth. You didn’t know if it was a hallucination or not. It felt like home.

Donna pulled you into the living area next to the foyer where two cups of tea sat waiting. You smiled at the sight, moving to sit in front of one of the cups, she always made sure to have tea ready for you. The dollmaker took a seat next to you, keeping a hand resting on your thigh as she sipped her tea. “I missed you.” Donna mumbled as she set her cup down, giving your thigh a soft squeeze. She hated you leaving, as much as she wanted to have you, she knew that couldn’t happen.

You were her sin.

She was yours.

Small talk didn’t last very long, and soon her lips were on yours as she pushed you to her room, her calloused fingers moving under fabric to grip your hips. The world spun as she pushed you into the bed.

Donna indulged in her sin.

Donna indulged in the taste of you.

When she was done, she laid next to you, the soft sound of panting filled the room, followed by your lover tugging you into her arms, her hold strong on you, scared of you leaving again as she snuggled into you.

You embraced the domesticity. Donna deserved it, and you hated that this wasn’t something she could have. You allowed her to have it, because soon you would be walking through the woods again.

It didn’t take long for the dollmaker to fall asleep, you knew she didn’t often sleep without you. You let her enjoy the rest.

You shifted so you could see her, you didn’t know when you would be able to do so again. Your heart yearned for the lovely dollmaker. You wish you could whisk her away from this awful village, give her the life she deserved.

You couldn’t though.

You imagined a better life for the two of you, how amazing life could be for the two of you if things were different. This could have been every night, going to sleep being held by the woman you love, waking up to her next to you. You sighed as you moved to check the time.

Shit.

You should have been almost home already. You didn’t want to move, every part of you was begging to stay in bed with her. To hell with the consequences. But you knew that couldn’t happen, you didn’t want Donna getting hurt. So, you gave the dollmaker a soft kiss on her shoulder and slowly started to move.

The movement caused Donna to tighten her grip, eyes shooting open as she pouted up at you. She knew you had to go. Staying wasn’t much of an option…

She wanted you to stay.

“I know baby, I’m sorry… I should be home by now.” You hummed softly to her, moving to kiss her lips, slipping your hand into hers, memorising the feeling of her lips. The taste of tea still on her lips. You memorised every part of her you could. “I love you Donna… I don’t want to leave you.” You pulled away from the kiss, resting your forehead against hers. “I’ll be back as soon as I can though… I promise.”

Donna’s grip tightened for a few seconds before letting go in a sigh. “Be back soon…” The meek voice barely made itself heard.

“I will, my love.” You promised as you leaned to kiss the top of her head before pushing yourself off the bed and changing back into your clothes. “I promise you I will be back as soon as I can.” You assured her while you finished changing.

Once changed you watched the dollmaker, head down and bun of dark hair threatening to fall, a few loose strands framing her face. You hated seeing her like this, but this was the only way.

“I love you, my Donna.” With no response from the doll maker you slipped out of the room and out the house.

As you slipped out into the night again, the beams of sunlight already poking through the trees, you slipped your wedding ring back onto your finger.

You’ll sleep soon so you can see her again.

You hate to wait so long.

#donna beneviento #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #lady beneviento #re8 donna #re village

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flanderdoodles · 3 months ago

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 The Sacrifice

∿ Mother Miranda & sacrifice

∿ word count; 616

∿tw/cw; death/murder, sacrifices/rituals, slight cannibalism

∿ It’s time for the villages yearly sacrifice. As usual, Mother Miranda likes to have some fun during the ritual.

This is my first story here! I’ve written short stories on other accounts years ago, and have an AO3 as well, I’m fairly rusty with writing.

The candles engulfed the dark cave, transforming the usually dim area into a pit of glowing light. Mother Miranda stood regal infront of this year's sacrifice, her gaze piercing down at the young maiden draped in a flowing white gown. The young virgin her villagers chose for this year. Such a beautiful young thing. It was such a shame.

The young sacrifice stayed on her knees, her stiff body hunched over as her teary eyes faced the ground. The blood stained cave floor had an odd symbol beneath her, one she hadn’t seen before. She knew this was needed, and she knew her death would be celebrated by the villagers, the lingering idea of death ate away at her. She wanted to plead to the priestess to spare her life- have mercy and choose another. She knew her attempts would mean nothing.

The villagers knew little about what occurred in the sacrifice. All they knew was that it pleased the Black God, it gave them countless blessings such as crops and good weather. Or at least that was what they were told. Realistically, Miranda didn’t know if these sacrifices meant anything. This was a tradition she originally started simply to keep her villagers under her control, to see how far they would go with her orders. Now, it was a yearly loyalty test, and a chance for the priestess to let off some steam.

Mother Miranda clenched the handle of the dagger, knuckles turning white as she hovered over the young woman. “Look up.” The Priestess demanded, watching as the young woman's frightened eyes shot up at her. Mother Miranda smiled softly at the look, it was a twisted pleasure she took from these sacrifices. “Don’t be so afraid, you are doing something good for your people. It will be a quick death.” The priestess hummed down to the young woman. What a shame, really. Such beauty would be gone to waste.

Perhaps in another life the idea of settling down with such a beauty would have been comforting. For Mother Miranda- in this life, the idea of settling down was stressful. She had too much to lose by doing so. For now, she could enjoy the simple pleasures in her life.

Mother Miranda grasped the young woman's chin, her golden talons digging into the soft flesh. “I hope you understand that this has to be done.” The Priestess hummed, the fear in the young woman's teary eyes stirring the excitement growing within her. Her other hand still clenched the dagger's handle. The young sacrifice really did look so beautiful in the soft candle light.

“Please…” The young woman croaked out, tears slowly starting to fall as she stared up at the Priestess. “Please… I don’t want to die..”

Mother Miranda let out a chuckle at the words, forcing the young woman's head up, bearing her neck. “You don’t have an opinion on the matter, girl. Now, sit still.” Gently, Mother Miranda pressed the sharp blade against the young woman's throat, the cries of the young sacrifice doing nothing but help build the excitement.

“Please!”

The blade slid across the young woman’s throat, causing blood to fall and stain the soft white dress the young sacrifice wore. “It’s for the best, girl.” Mother Miranda said as she let go of her chin, letting the young woman’s body fall to the ground. The sound of pain filled groans and cries filled the otherwise silent cave.

This was what Mother Miranda loved.

The blood dripping blade was brought up to Mother Miranda's lips, tongue doing one long lick of the cold blade. The sweet metallic taste made Mother Miranda hum.

She was as tasty as she was beautiful.

#mother miranda #re8 #resident evil village #re8 mother miranda #re8 miranda #re8 fanfiction

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