#Bela Cassandra and Daniela are so happy he’s back and honestly it’s just like when ur pet comes back from the vet

[eat-applez]

HIS FACE WHEN HE PICKS UP ROSE AGAIN I’M GOING TO CRY ITS SO SWEET 😭😭

together again!

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Hey! I like your writing! I'm curious if I could get RE characters reacting to their lover dying?

Thank you! You most certainly can. Time for angst.

Mia Winters, Lucas Baker, Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, and Mother Miranda reacting to their s/o dying.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: murder, blood/gore, violence.

Masterlists here!

Mia Winters

When Mia first sees your face, she’s overjoyed. But then she remembers where she is, and that you are most certainly not supposed to be here with her. 

She’s being infuriatingly cryptic as she tries to lead you around. She’s saying bizarre things. You’re torn between wanting to continue asking for answers, growing more concerned for Mia than you thought possible, and being utterly terrified. The house you’re in looks like it belongs in one of those ghost shows. The kind where a crew walks around with a night vision camera and freaks out with every small noise they hear. 

You used to think those were ridiculous, but quite frankly, you understand their reactions now. You’ve never been more on guard in your entire life. 

The two of you are getting closer to escaping.

Eveline knows. And she isn’t happy that you start trying to leave with Mia. You’re going to break up the family. Her family. 

You panic when you hear Mia’s cry of “No, leave me alone!” and the sound of wood splintering. 

Mia’s gone. You stepped away from her for not even a minute and she’s gone. Again. There’s no way she’s being taken away from you so soon after you’ve been reunited. You’re determined to find her again.

And you do! But Mia doesn’t quite sound like herself. Hell, she doesn’t even look like herself. Suddenly, you’re being thrown up the basement stairs with inhuman strength. Honestly, it’s a surprise that you manage to pick yourself back up as quickly as you do.

Though, not quick enough, apparently. Mia is in front of you with an absolutely massive knife. 

You try your best to defend yourself, to snap her out of whatever is going on. 

The knife is laying the skin of your forearms open to the bone. It goes through one of your hands. You no longer have control of your middle or ring finger. It sinks into the rim of one of your orbital bones, the flesh of your cheeks, various parts of your chest. 

You’re losing a whole lot of blood. It hurts to breathe. And move. 

This is one of the last ways you would have wanted to go, you think. 

The blade clatters onto the floor. Mia—your Mia is back. 

You have no clue what just happened, but you know that nothing she did was of her own violation. She looks horrified. She’s repeating your name again and again, but she’s starting to sound distant. She’s trying in vain to staunch the bleeding. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t���that wasn’t—”

Your eyes are starting to slip closed. 

“No, no, stay with me. Stay with me!”

You just barely manage to tell her you love her one more time before the last of your life leaves your body. 

Still on her knees beside you, Mia sobs, wishing that you had just gone ahead and forgotten about her.

Lucas Baker

Even prior to being infected, Lucas never dedicated a whole lot of thought to romantic pursuits. And on the rare occasion that he did, he found it hard to imagine someone who could be with someone like him.  

Needless to say, Lucas did not expect you to worm your way into his heart the way you did. You mean a hell of a lot to him. More than he’d ever be willing to admit. 

Still, there are things that give him away. 

For one thing, Lucas is extra careful to make sure that you don’t encounter his family. He doesn't want to lose one of the only people he's ever given a shit about. You’ve both done a whole lot of sneaking around and there've been a few close calls. 

Sure, you’re not half bad at defending yourself when need be. You can handle a weapon. You can handle yourself. You’ve been face to face with a few of the rare escapees from Lucas’ puzzles and traps, and those people are always pissed, desperate, and running on nothing but adrenaline. They’re nothing compared to his family, though. 

The first day you’re finally caught is also the last. It happens so fast. You don’t even hear the sound of Jack’s heavy footfalls until it’s already too late. 

Lucas hears screams on the regular. Coming from the speakers on his monitors while testing out new inventions and from inside various parts of the house. When you scream, it takes a moment for it to register that it’s your voice he’s hearing.

"Shit, shit, shit!” 

You’re on the ground, blood pouring out your nose and over your lips and chin in a stream. Jack is keeping you pinned down with one of his muddy boots. 

Lucas has seen genuine terror in many people’s eyes before. Usually, he enjoys it. But when his dad is standing over you and your eyes manage to catch his? Lucas doesn’t. He panics. 

He tries, but he isn't strong enough to properly pull Jack away from you. 

With the blade of an ax, Jack splits open the flesh of your neck. Your entire body jolts. 

"Goddamnit, Dad! Stop! Stop!"

It's already too late. Jack swings again, and again, going on about dirty trespassers and sneaks. You gurgle and choke, blood bubbling forth from your lips, quickly pooling on the floor and forming a red halo. Jack only stops when your head is separated from the rest of you.

“Listen, boy. If you want to have fun with the ones she doesn’t like, then you best keep them out of the house! Now, find somewhere to put this one.”

As Lucas stares down at your corpse, he just sort of feels... empty.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Lots of people come and go in Alcina’s life. They all die at some point. They get killed. Or ill. Or old. Most do, anyway. If she does get attached, it tends to be to those who have been bestowed with some form of eternal life. Her daughters, for instance. You were the first exception in a long, long time. 

After Alcina became deeply in love with you, she found herself occasionally flirting with the idea of asking you about potentially becoming a Cadou host. Alcina doesn’t wish to outlive you, but she knows very well that Cadou implantation is dangerous and the success rate isn’t high.

She finally brings it up one day. You seem tentatively receptive to the idea. 

Only a few more pass before you end up being implanted with one.  

You don’t leave the castle all that often. When you do, you usually do it with one or more of the daughters. But because of the cold weather on this particular day, you end up heading out by yourself after sharing a departing kiss with Alcina. 

During the journey back, you’re unfortunate enough to have a nasty encounter with a Lycan. 

Luckily, you manage to lose it. 

Unluckily, by the time you do you don’t have it in you to keep running. Or walk, for that matter. The physical exertion has definitely made the nasty leg injury you acquired worse.

You’re losing blood, too. 

You practically have to crawl your way back home and pass out not long after managing to push yourself through the doors. 

Bela’s the one who finds you. She sends a maid to inform her mother while she carries you further inside. 

You’re unresponsive and pretty much on your deathbed. 

There’s really only one option to save your life: the Cadou. 

Alcina waits with bated breath to see if you survive. 

Your body does not react well to the Cadou. Within a matter of days, you die. Alcina hears the moment your heart stops beating.

She is immediately overcome with grief. Her love. Gone. She presses one last kiss upon your forehead.

After you’re buried, Alcina completely throws herself into her work.

Bela Dimitrescu

When Bela attacks, her movements are quick, smooth, and methodical. Like she’s carefully perfected them based on written descriptions. She can hold her composure much better than her sisters. 

But right now? None of that works as an accurate description. The blistering cold surging in through the shattered window is making Bela’s movements grow stilted, and coupled with her growing desperation her swipes are sloppy. 

When the intruder sent bullets through the glass, it clearly had been a product of bad aim and he had no knowledge of how vulnerable he was about to make Bela. He didn’t hesitate to take advantage of the situation once he realized, though. 

It’s clear that Bela isn’t going to win the fight. Especially once she collapses to the floor and can’t seem to get back up. 

When you happen across the scene, you don’t even think before you act.

When you see your partner about to die, you rush at the intruder and slam into him.

In his surprise, he drops his gun. 

You grapple with him until he manages to slam you against the grilles as hard as he can. It pops out of the window’s frame and lands somewhere outside. Your upper body is leaning out.

Bela is still struggling to get up off of the floor, now with even more urgency than before.  

The intruder looks past you out the window, then meets your eyes. You know what’s about to happen before it does. 

When you feel yourself tilting so far backward that your feet begin to leave the floor, you cling onto the front of his shirt. 

Bela finally manages to rise to her feet. Your eyes meet hers…

And then your face disappears from view. Panic shoots through Bela like lightning.

Both you and the intruder fall out of the window. 

The fall is not a short one. The struggle wasn’t happening on the ground floor. 

Bela is absolutely in no state to save you from you. She physically can’t. She can’t move fast enough. She doesn’t have enough control over her flies. All she can do is dart over to the window, reaching out for you in vain. 

There’s no way you could’ve survived the impact. No human could. 

At first, a hollow feeling settles itself in Bela’s chest. You had jumped in to save her without hesitation, and now you were gone. She didn’t even get to say goodbye. Sorrow slowly fills the void. 

Cassandra Dimitrescu

It’s not so frequent of an occurrence that it could be considered a regular problem, but people sneaking into or trying to storm the castle certainly isn’t unheard of either. You’ve been around long enough to see it happen a few times. No attempt is very successful. 

"Hey. Wake up." Cassandra places a hand on your shoulder and shakes you a bit.

You had stopped staying in the maid’s quarters and taken up permanent residence in Cassandra’s room a while ago.

You stir and barely open your eyes.

"I'm going to go check something. Don't leave this room."

You know what the implication is and you're not all that phased. In fact, you're already falling back asleep after Cass has untangled herself from you and gotten up. It won't be long before she returns, you're sure.

Cassandra grabs her sickle and locks the door when she leaves.

Eventually, it creaks open once more. Since you’re not awake, you don’t notice that the person entering most definitely did not use a key.

At such a late hour, the room is shrouded in utter darkness and, with ill-adjusted eyes, the intruder must not realize you aren’t Cass.

You remain blissfully unaware up until the moment they locate the vague shape resting on the pillow, clamp a hand over where they guess your mouth is, crane your head back, and slice your throat open. 

Not long after, Cassandra notices the door isn’t closed like it’s supposed to be. 

The scent of fresh blood hits her full force before she even enters the room. It’s sharp. It’s emanating from the bed. And someone is standing beside it, stock still and staring at her. 

Cassandra wastes no time in taking care of the intruder and rushing over to you.

You were still making noise when she first entered, but you stop shortly after she reaches you. 

You’re not dead yet, though. You’ve only lost consciousness. But if Cassandra doesn’t act fast enough, that will change. She knows a lot about how the human body ticks, but her knowledge isn’t exactly used to try and heal. It doesn’t stop her from trying. What other options does she have?

Despite Cassandra’s best efforts, you don’t make it. 

If the intruder wasn’t already dead, she would do so, so much worse to them. She’s furious. At them. At herself. She’s devastated. The person she loves is lying lifeless before her. 

Cassandra cries, the stained fabric of the sheets clenched tightly in her fists.

Daniela Dimitrescu

If a person wants to hurt somebody who seems to have no discernible weakness, then it’s sometimes just easier to go for that somebody’s partner. 

The partner that she’s clearly so very in love with and never shuts up about. If anybody’s within the vicinity of Daniela Dimitrescu, then they better prepare themselves to hear at least one mention of you. 

Daniela is busy helping one of her sisters with something and you’re taking a walk around the castle. 

Aside from the occasional maid that you run into, you’re alone. 

You stop at one of the windows and gaze out of it. The weather has been getting warmer and it’s a lovely day outside. 

You think about asking Daniela if she wants to go out when she’s done.

The maid that approaches you is so quiet that you don’t even hear her. You’re the way she’s going to get what she wants: revenge. 

A boning knife that was undoubtedly snuck out of the kitchen sinks in right below the base of your skull. The injury is one that kills you immediately.

The maid tugs the blade out hurries away, intent on disposing of the evidence before someone catches her. 

Daniela is finally free after a good few hours. She wastes no time in trying to find you.

She’s a bit confused when she can’t seem to do so. She checks the places you’re in most frequently and still doesn’t find any sign of you. 

She calls out your name. Nothing.

None of the maids she speaks to have seen you. Not since earlier in the day, anyway. 

The moment Daniela does finally find you, you’re lying half-curled on the floor and facing the wall. 

Daniela knows the smell of blood. She knows it well. She sees the dried blood staining your skin and the floor, and she still clings to the hope that you’re just unconscious. 

But as she gets closer, Daniela can’t see the outer curve of your body rising and falling with every breath. 

Daniela can’t hear your heart beating in your chest. 

She drops onto her knees beside you, hugging your unmoving form close to her as tears stream down her face. 

She’s going to find the person responsible. They’re going to be sorry for taking you away from her.

Donna Beneviento

You know that Donna can handle herself. Donna is strong. Stronger than she often gets credit for. But strong doesn’t mean invincible, and you can’t help but worry as you stay hidden where you were instructed to.

You can hear him somewhere in the manor. The man. Ethan. He wants something. He’s also very dead set on getting it.

But he’s just a man, you reason. A human. Like you. Donna is not. Plus, she has Angie with her. You’re supposed to stay put.

When you start hearing blood-curdling screams in what is unmistakably Angie’s voice, your gut tells you to try and intervene anyway. You snag a pair of shears and head out. 

Bloody handprints are smeared across the walls and do your best to follow their path.

Then, you find them. Ethan is holding Angie down, raising up a pair of shears just like yours.

You aren’t immune to Donna’s illusions, so it doesn’t look like she’s even in the room. But you know Donna. You know she’s there. And see the fresh red handprint on the floor Ethan is kneeling upon.

You’re not sure if Donna herself notices you, but Angie certainly does. And more importantly, Ethan does not. You drive the blades right into his back. Your main goal is to get him away from your loved ones before it’s too late.

You succeed. You even get a few other good stabs in. Ethan gets far more in.

The moment you crumple to the floor and can't back up, Donna stops caring about what Mother Miranda asked of her. Donna has lost a lot, but she is not going to lose you. She can’t. She refuses.

Instead of attempting to properly finish the fight for fear of wasting too much time, Donna keeps herself hidden, instructs Angie to get help through their mental link, and lets Ethan take the flask he came for. 

The moment he’s out the door, Donna appears already at your side, ripping her veil off. You have several injuries, but most are relatively superficial compared to the ones on your stomach. She covers the wounds with the fabric and applies as much pressure as she can. 

Though your vision has become blurred, you can still somewhat make out Donna’s face. If she is the last thing your eyes get to take in, you decide that you’ll be content with that.

"What were you thinking?"

You can see blood trailing over her worry-creased brow, though. Down her cheek and the corner of her downturned lips. It starts in a big blotch near her hairline. You reach up and your shaky fingers brush against her skin, managing to cup her cheek with only slight difficulty.  

“You’re hurt,” you answer, thinking of the gore you had also seen decorating parts of the house. "He was hurting you... Going to kill you... Are you okay?"

Donna honestly can’t believe you. Sure, she’s hurt pretty bad, but you’re the one whose shirt is now more red than it is its original color! And all because you willingly jumped into harm’s way to save her. As incredibly touched as Donna is, she thinks she should be in your position. She wishes she could switch.

“I’ll be fine, cuore mio. Don’t worry about me.”

You try your best to stay awake. Donna tries her best to keep you alive.

Unfortunately, you stop breathing before any form of help can arrive.

“No… Don't leave. Please don’t leave me,” Donna chokes out. “I love you so much. Please. Wake up…”

You don’t. You're gone.

Donna is inconsolable.

She takes one of your hands and clutches it close to her chest like it’s something precious. And it is. It’s a part of you and you are so, so precious to Donna. She doesn't want to let go. She might never if Angie or somebody else doesn't pull her away.

Mother Miranda

Miranda is, as per usual, nose deep in her work when she asks you to head down to the village and pick something up for her.

“Anything for you, Mira.” 

It isn’t often that somebody comes into Miranda’s life and she finds herself genuinely caring for them. But when she does, she does so intensely. 

…Although, simultaneously, she’s not the best at expressing it. That’s probably the biggest reason why it took so long for the two of you to end up together. 

“Try not to take too long, darling.”

When you leave, you’re not oblivious to the way she watches you until you disappear from her sight.

Perhaps if the villagers knew how important you are to their perceived goddess, then not a single one of them would have dared to lay a finger on you. 

Not many people are out at this time of day, but one of the few that is starts to approach you. 

One minute, you’re minding your business. The next, you’re being roughly shoved against a building and the cold metal of a gun barrel is pressing into your stomach.

The man threatening you wants lei. You give him what he wants.

But… he still puts a bullet through you before he runs off. 

You slowly slide down the wall until you’re sitting on the ground. The pain you’re experiencing is enough to practically paralyze you.

As the minutes continue to tick by, Miranda begins to grow worried. It’s unusual for you to take so long. 

When Miranda locates you, you’re still clinging to life. Barely. For the first time in a long time, her expression is easily readable. 

She’s very careful when she scoops you into her arms, but it still hurts.

She gets you to a place where your wounds can be treated as fast as she can. 

You stop breathing moments after arriving. 

Miranda herself nearly stops breathing. 

Not again. Not again. Not again.

A perfect blend of fury and anguish courses through her veins. 

She makes sure to find the person responsible.

The villager feels sheer terror when he opens his door and he’s faced with Mother Miranda, eyes blazing with pure anger behind her mask. 

“M-mother Miranda-!”

Miranda doesn’t even let the man complete his sentence before she finishes him off. It does little to bring her solace. 

Bringing back Eva is no longer her only goal.

[dimitrescudaughters-au]

Hey, I don't know if you're accepting requests at the moment but if you are I could ask for one where the reader is the girls' younger sister (and Alcina's daughter obviously) and is sexually assaulted (no need to have anything graphic if you don't want to) . And they all get super protective and stuff. If you don't feel comfortable, don't worry. I love your writing!!!

TW: Mentions of SA

(Sorry I've been gone. Life got rough.)

Bela

As the oldest

She has always babied you the most

Sometimes it was a bit suffocating

"Did you remember to eat this morning, caterpillar?"

"Let me sharpen your axe, so you don't hurt yourself"

"Don't go off by yourself! I don't care that you're the fastest!"

More of a mother than sister

It definitely increased when

The incident happened

Bela blamed herself for weeks

She KNEW those witch hunters were dangerous

But she let you go hunting by yourself

"Bey Bey, it's only ONE hunter. What harm can he do?"

Too much

She follows you constantly

And is always doing everything for you

Need clothes? She already laid some out for you

Need a drink? Glass in your hand

Need a bath? Already drawn up

She REFUSES to let you go hunt

Not even wildlife

She also refuses to let any man in the castle

Even Uncle Heisenberg wasn't allowed inside for a few weeks

Despite her being a bit overbearing

She's also a listener

She never pushes you to talk

But she lets you know she's always there

You've confided in her the most

She'll listen to all the graphic details

The nightmares

How you can't stand the smell of burnt wood

Cause you get thrown back to images of the monster

That you freeze up if anyone grabs your wrists

Despite your enhanced healing

You can still see the scars left on your neck, chest, stomach, and hips

Bela listens to it all

She never cries in front of you

But you can see the tears welded

And you can hear her weep as you pretend to sleep

She may be overprotective

But it's welcomed

And you tell her that

That you love her and appreciate all she does for you

Bela's just happy you can hug again without flinching

Cassandra

Out of your sisters

Cass has always picked on you the most

Definitely 'older sibling chasing you around the kitchen with a knife' energy

"Stay still, Moth! You won't even feel the knife anyway!"

"IM TELLING MOTHER"

"YOU LITTLE BITCH, SNITCHES GET STITCHES"

But you always knew she had your back

Especially when it happened

Cass was the one to find the monster and rip his throat out

But not before making him eat his own

Uhh, package

Cass was mute for a while

Never talked to anyone

Never slept

Never ate

Never hunt or tortured anyone

Instead she was your own bodyguard

She hid in the shadows

Never right next to you but always close

If any maid even LOOKED at you

She would take care of it

After a full month and the staff becoming short

You had to tell her to dial it back

For once, she listened

But any males to step foot around the castle

Were taken care of quickly

She also carries guilt

That if she just showed you those 'totally badass' fighting moves

Maybe you could've won

If she would've given you her hunting weapons

Maybe you could've sliced him better than with your dull axe

Which honestly she hates that damn thing

Why do you have to be so difficult???

She'll eventually become Cass again

Mostly after you corner her and basically told her to get her shit together

"I was the one assaulted. NOT YOU. Quit acting like a brooding villain and just be my FUCKING SISTER"

She doesn't pick on you as much

Instead she includes you in everything she does

Skinning an animal? She's showing you how to do it

Refilling the blood supply? You bet she's handing you a barrel

She was a bit hesitant on the torturing tho

But you find that swinging into an unknown man thing with your axe

Is VERY therapeutic

Cass is just happy to see you smile again

Daniela

You don't care what mother says

You and Dani were born twins

Two halves of a whole idiot

"I bet I can fit 12 pizza rolls in my mouth"

"That's absurd. Also you're a coward, do 20"

If Cass was chasing you with a knife, Dani was coming in with a chainsaw to defend you

She was always there for you and to make you smile

Then that night happened

Like the others, she plays the 'what if' game

What if she would've just joined you

What if she would've checked on you

What if she would've given you a sharper weapon

What if-

She's gone mad with that game

She has refused to let you sleep alone

The other 2 usually let you have your bed

Dani insists to be laying next to you

But for once in her life

Dani respects boundaries

It was hard the first day

Dani is a touchy person

She clung to you and stroked your hair

But then she grabbed your wrist

She wasn't prepared for you to scream

Or to literally throw her across the room

She now asks you multiple times if it's okay for her to initiate any contact

She also makes sure everyone else respects it

Once a maid accidentally brushed by you

Dani appeared and tossed her over the railing

She's also taken up reading mental health books

And psychology

And now she tries to be a therapist

You've tried to tell her

But Dani cries before you can even get a few sentences out

"Woooow those books really helped"

"Butterfly, I love you, but SHUT UP AND HUG ME PLEASE"

You're just thankful when she finally starts being an idiot

"Uhhh, Dragonfly?"

Dani: *is currently missing her hands* "Yes?"

"What, uhh, happened there?"

"...I just wanted to touch the blue glowing light"

"You touched another bug zapper-"

"Yes, yes I did"

Not having her hands for a week

Was worth it to Dani, to be able to hear you laugh again

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

Snow Day (An Alcina x Reader Fanfic)

“Found you!” You jump with a start as Cassandra grabs you by the shoulder. You glare at her. ���Congrats on finding me, but was the scythe at my throat really necessary?” you ask as she took the aforementioned weapon away from your throat.

Cassandra pouts. “You’re no fun, Maman!” She links your arm playfully and led you down the hall. “Now we just need to find Daniela! Nerd’s probably in the library, reading Wuthering Heights for the 50th time.”

It was a beautiful winter’s day at Castle Dimitrescu. Your wife Alcina Dimitrescu had braved the snowy weather to check on some deliveries. While she was gone, it was up to you to entertain your adopted daughters.

So naturally, you had to play Hide and Seek.

You had already found Bela hiding behind the portrait of her mother in the atelier. Now all that was left was to find Daniela.

“We should split up,” you say. “We can cover more ground that way.”

Cassandra grins manically. “Good idea! We’ll make a hunter out of you yet! I’ll go check the east wing, you go for the west!” With that, she vanished in a swirl of flies.

You head down the hall, glancing behind suits of armor and objets d’art to search for your youngest. Suddenly, you see a glimpse of red hair peeking out from behind the velour curtains. Not a very good hiding place. Surely she’d read Hamlet enough times to know that.

You sneak up behind her, intending to get back at her for the amount of times she’s scared you by jumping out at you in the hallways. As you get closer, you see her looking out over the village. A group of children are in the midst of a snowball fight, squealing as they run over the breast of the new-fallen snow to avoid the frosty missiles being pelted at them. You see from Daniela’s profile a wistful expression has clouded her features.

“Daniela?” you ask gently. She whirls from the window and begins wiping furiously at her eyes.

She turns to face you and beams, her wistful expression vanishing as if it had never been there in the first place. “Oh, there you are Maman! Sorry, I guess I just got a little distracted!” She looked back at the window, where the children’s mother was ushering the little combatants inside, probably for a cup of hot chocolate. “I guess that’s everyone! Can we go for another round, Maman? You found me last, so that means I get to count this time!”

You smile indulgently at your youngest. “Of course, love.”

*****

Later that evening, you and your wife Alcina are lying in bed together, basking in the afterglow after having made love. Your head is on her chest, your body nestled comfortably in the curve of her hip. She runs a hand through your hair. “You’re getting that faraway look in your eyes again, draga mea,” Alcina says, kissing your bare shoulder. “A lei for your thoughts?”

You turn to face her and she rests a hand on your waist. “While you were gone, the girls and I were entertaining ourselves by playing a round of hide-and-seek,” you explain. “When I found Daniela she was staring out the window...at a group of children playing in the snow.”

Alcina’s aureate eyes cloud over and a pained expression crosses her face. “Oh,” Alcina says quietly. “I see.”

She looks away quickly and when you turn her face towards yours, you find her eyes are brimming with tears.

“What is it darling?” you ask gently. “Talk to me.”

“It was the winter after I first took the girls into Castle Dimitrescu,” Alcina begins to explain. “There was a blizzard the night before and Bela and Cassandra came to me suddenly in my office and told me they couldn’t find Daniela anywhere. Daniela and I had had an argument the night before when I told her it was too dangerous to play in the snow. When the girls came to me, I immediately knew what she had done.”

Alcina takes a shuddering breath before continuing. “I bade the girls to stay inside while I searched for Daniela. It was still snowing pretty hard by the time I went outside. I could hardly see ten feet in front of me, the snow was so thick. I tripped over something and when I looked down, I saw her.” Alcina’s voice began to grow thick. “My Daniela. My baby. Lying facedown on the ground. Right next to the snowman she had built.”

You run a hand along her back, tracing your fingers over her spinal column to help calm her down. “It’s all right, my love. You don’t need to tell me any more if it’s too painful.”

“No, dearest, it’s all right,” Alcina says, smiling weakly before going on. “I picked up Daniela and rushed her inside as quickly as I could. I piled blanket after blanket on top of her and ordered the maids to make a fire. But she was so still and her body was like ice, her lips a pale blue.” Alcina sobs. “I thought I had lost her until she suddenly leapt up in my arms. And when she came back, she was so happy. She couldn’t wait to tell me all about the snowman she had made.

“I don’t think I remember being so angry. I shook her hard, telling her to never do that to me again. I wanted to make her realize how dangerous it was for her to go outside, but when she looked at me again, I saw fear in her eyes of me. For a moment, my own daughter was afraid of me.”

Alcina’s body is heaving with sobs and you take her in your arms, kissing her brow before resting your chin on top of her head. “Darling, that was so long ago. You and Daniela have long made amends since then.”

“I know,” Alcina says, as you lift her face up and gently wipe the tears from her eyes. “But every winter since then I get this pain in my chest when it starts to snow because I know how badly Daniela wants to go outside. I know Cassandra and Bela feel it too.”

You think for a minute and then suddenly an idea comes to you. You put on a dressing gown and head over to the telephone. Alcina sits up as you turn the rotary dial. “Darling, what are you doing?” she asks.

You hold up a finger to tell her to wait. The line connects and you hear a soft voice say, “Pronto?”

“Donna! Bona sera. Listen, I was wondering if you could help me with something…"

*****

“Can I open my eyes yet, Maman?’

“Not yet, dearest,” you say as you guide Daniela along down the hall, her eyes covered by a blindfold. ”Just a couple more steps and we’ll be there.”

You look behind you and your other daughters have similar blindfolds on, hanging on Alcina’s arms for support. Alcina looks up at you and gives you an encouraging smile.

“Maman, you know I hate surprises,” Cassandra complained.

“Just be patient,” you chide. You come to a stop in front of the library doors. Gently taking Daniela’s hands in yours, you have her push open the double doors. Alcina herds the rest of your children inside and the doors close behind you.

You and Alcina take the blindfolds off your daughters and you hear Daniela gasp and clap her hands together in delight.

Donna has truly outdone herself. The library has been transformed into a wintery landscape. Big fluffy snowflakes pour down from the skylight although it is closed for obvious reasons. In the middle of the dais, there is a skating rink.

You are surprised to see Moreau and Heisenberg there too along with Donna and Angie. “Well, we knew how much this would mean to the girls, so we wanted to be here to see their reaction,” Heisenberg said with a grin.

You stand to the side and lean your head against Alcina’s side as you take in the scene around you. Daniela is happily making a snowman with Moreau and the fish-man proudly sticks a fisherman’s cap on top of its head. Cassandra and Heisenberg are in the process of making some heavily ramparted snow forts. Bela takes Donna’s hand and leads her to the ice rink. Donna is nervous at first but Bela gently guides her along the ring hand in hand until she feels comfortable enough to skate on her own. Angie, in the meantime, is skillfully doing triple axles seemingly without any effort. Honestly, nothing about that doll surprises you anymore.

Alcina takes your hand in hers and kisses the back of your hand. “Thank you, my darling,” she murmurs against your knuckles.

You smile up at her. “You’re welcome, my-”

The moment is interrupted when a snowball hits Alcina on the shoulder. Alcina whirls around and you are not the least bit surprised to see Hesenberg doubled over with laughter.

Alcina’s thunderous expression softens and she simply gives Heisenberg a smirk. She then reaches down and forms a snowball of her own. Heisenberg realizes the grave error he has made when Alcina straightens and lobs the missile at him. It hits him straight in the stomach and he drops like a stone to the ground.

You glare at Alcina. “Well, he started it!” Alcina says defensively, crossing her arms over her chest.

Donna soon starts getting a headache from the effort of holding the image of the illusory snowscape and the other Lords have to leave as well. Daniela surprises the dollmaker by giving her a big hug before she leaves. By the time the door closes behind her, the library is reverted to the way it was before. You turn to your daughters and see they are happy, but tired from the snow day.

Alcina smiles at you and takes a book from one of the shelves. She settles down in her favorite wing-back armchair in front of the fire and the girls gather on the floor around her. You settle yourself in her lap and kiss her cheek as she opens the book and starts to read. “One morning Peter woke up and looked at his window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see…”

[tumblingdowntheway2019]

I was thinking a couple of days ago, Lady Dimitriscu has no problem picking up people due to her height and strength. So here is how I'd imagine each character would react to being picked up. Consider this a wholesome head canon for Mama/Big Sister Lady Dimitriscu! 🤗

The Dimitriscu Daughters -

Honestly, she has no problem on how they get carried around. Being a mother to three (3) daughters taught her that they all have their own traits and personalities, but the one thing that always makes her heart swell with joy is seeing her little insects happy. Here's how they typically get carried around.

Bela Dimitriscu -

Being the oldest of the three (3) daughters, she usually has to make sure she sets an example for her other sisters. Seeing as how Bela tries her best to make her mother happy, nothing beats ending the day than a simple piggyback ride. She gets so tired, it doesn't surprise Lady Dimitriscu that her eldest just falls asleep like that.

Cassandra Dimitriscu -

Ahhh the middle child of the Dimitriscu Family. She is a bit more childish than Bela, however she can sometimes be found being carried around like a doll at times.

One moment, she'll be resting on her mother's hip, another time can be a piggyback ride, and nine (9) times out of ten (10), she'll be held at the tucked under her mother's arm at the waist. She'll just hang there pretty casually.

All depends what mood she is in.

Daniela Dimitriscu -

You really never know with this hyperactive woman. She'll ask her mother to flex her arm, before suddenly grabbing onto it so she could hang there. Sometimes Fireman's carry.

Another time she was spotted being held by the ankles, upside down at her mother's back because she was acting like a bat. (Much to her mother's and sister's amusement.)

Another time, Daniela asked her mother to flex, she sat on Lady Dimitriscu's arm just to take her hat before pointing at what direction they should go. Mimicking her mother is a common thing to see here.

All three (3) Daughters at once -

Lady Dimitriscu never complained about carrying them around the castle. Her daughters are happy and that's all she ever asks for. Even if they all swarm her at once and form back last second to do so.

Oh how the Mighty Dragon loves her Trio of Bats.

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Salvatore Moreau -

This guy is just happy for some interaction with someone. But he is always anxious about it.

His excitement can occasionally cause him to throw up, but thankfully he warns her in time before doing so, so no accidents yet.

His back being sensitive means that the most comfortable way of being carried around is either by piggyback, or being held from under his arms.

Moreau rarely gets carried, he does mainly on his good days, but he generously returns the offer when the Dimitriscu Family are in the reservoir by pulling along a boat for them or using his mutated form as a means of having some fun swimming with the family.

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Karl Heisenberg -

Scruff of the neck, no hesitation or questions about it. Whenever Lady Dimitriscu and Heisenberg get into an argument, she would just pick him up by the back of his shirt and lift him up to eye level.

Doesn't stop him arguing back, however. A quick turn of her wrist and he would have his back to her. Or just so she can grab his belt and throw him somewhere. Hammer and all!

On a good day however, Lady Dimitriscu would carry him from under his arms and help him reach for something, he doesn't complain much about it really. He acts like a little pup at times if grabbed from the scruff of his neck.

Heisenberg occasionally gets carried around, but more so in arguments than anything else.

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Angie Beneviento -

Another Daniela actually. Angie would use her small size to sneak up to the tall lady and climb up her dress.

Aim of the game, make it to the hat. It is usually all for naught however, as Lady Dimitriscu always nabs her before she even reached her shoulders. She should really try and giggle discreetly.

The Doll would often team up with one of the Dimitriscu Daughters for a surprise attack on The Dragon Mother.

Other days, she would openly be seen sitting and dangling her legs from Lady Dimitriscu's shoulder. Occasionally whispering in her ear or saying what Donna needed and wanted to say.

Lady Dimitriscu will ALWAYS know when the little doll is hiding under her hat and peaking out from under it. Angie had never lost her hat yet when doing this, so why stop it? Beside, she has plenty more where that came from.

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Donna Beneviento -

This one was a work in progress really. The poor Dollmaker has Agoraphobia, the fear of leaving her safe space (her home) and the anxiety to go with it. It took Lady Dimitriscu a good while just to have her come over and visit the castle. Never forced, just extending the invitation every once in a while. Happiness swelled within Lady Dimitriscu when the Dollmaker finally gave a nod to accept.

Donna had often seen Lady Dimitriscu carry around her daughters in the castle. The Lady of the Castle was so different from the stern and strong woman she had often seen in meetings and debates. In front of her was a mother who has no hesitation to instantly drop the act in a heartbeat and be with her Little Bats.

It made Donna sad really. She barely remembered the times she was carried around by her parents and sister. Ever since they died, all her time was in isolation with her dolls.

Then one day, Lady Dimitriscu noticed Donna in the library, having some difficulty reaching a book she spotted and no Angie in sight. Donna accepted her help but was too nervous to speak to the older woman.

"May I just lift you up so you can take the book you want?" Lady Dimitriscu patiently asked with a soft smile, her usual pose more relaxed yet elegant as always.

She can see Donna's nervousness from under the veil, before the Dollmaker hesitantly lifts her arms up. And gently she was lifted to grab that book on herbal medicines and local flowers, before Lady Dimitriscu sets her down again. Before she leaves, Lady Dimitriscu felt a tug at her dress, turning to see Donna reach up again.

"You wished to be carried?" She asked, chuckling.

Donna almost regretted asking when she saw the tall woman chuckle. Embarrassed, she was going to dismiss the idea before suddenly she was swooped up onto the taller woman's shoulder, Donna clinging onto her head in surprise. The older woman chuckled before assuring her that it was ok. It is what family does after all.

She then comforts and assures the now crying Donna that it was true. She was crying from happiness.

Now, Donna is like another Bela, either on Lady Dimitriscu's shoulder or a piggyback. Most days, when they are alone and at Donna's own pace, she can be seen without the veil and occasionally with Lady Dimitriscu's hat on in it's stead.

And they have conversations too, not always long, never forced, used to be one-sided with silent answers. But how delighted she was and proud when she finally heard Donna quietly say, "thank you."

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And there you have it. Donna's ended up being more of a little story but I felt it necessary to explain how it comes about.

And that's my Head Canon for Lady Dimitriscu carrying her family around. Hope you enjoyed it. 💕🤗💕

If you wish to use these ideas then feel free to do so. All I ask is to be tagged and credited for the idea.

Hope you all have a great day! 💪😎💕

[lilyofthestyx]

Headcanons about each of the lords (+the Duke if you're writing about him) if they ever happen to adopt a little child?

THANK YOU ANON MY THE UNIVERSE BLESS YOU WITH PILLOWS THAT ARE COLD ON BOTH SIDES

okay okay okay okay this has definitely been on my mind so lets get into the thick of it

Alcina Dimitrescu

(im starting off with alcina for obvious reasons)

Alcina would be on the way to the church with the slimy moron, the demented doll, that disgusting manthing and Mother Miranda

She'd kiss her daughters goodbye and head off through the snow, quietly muttering about how cold her ankles were

while Moreau is literally up to his chin in snow but its fine

as she gets closer to the church she keeps hearing this. thing. it sounded familiar but she couldn't exactly put her finger on it.

she strays from the path to find it because it was just so familiar

as she weaves her way through the snow, her dress gets caught on something. she leans down to get her dress unstuck when she realises its this tiny basket.

like seriously. just a little woven basket in the middle of the snow. and it doesn't look like its been there for that long- there's hardly any snow on it

when she tugs at her skirts again, the basket makes the same noise she's been hearing

she stands back up to her full height, staring down at the basket with narrowed eyes

this cannot be a good idea, can it? opening a strange basket in the woods after being lured out here. it's probably some village manthing's trap.

she's about to step away when she hears the sound again- much more intense and much more clear

Alcina leans down and opens the lid of the basket

inside is this tiny thing- all soft and warm in a padding of blankets

a baby

she stands and looks around

who on earth would be so moronic as to leave their baby in the snow? it's much too cold for a baby to survive-

oh

she sighs, getting onto her knees to pull the baby from the blanketed basket

the meeting will have to wait. it's too cold even in the church for this tiny thing.

when she finally makes it back home, she's greeted by her daughters in a swarm of buzzing flies.

as they manifest in their true forms, they're asking what- or who, rather- their mother brought for dinner

Alcina smiles and shakes her head, unwrapping the small bundle clinging to her breast

"this... is your new sibling" she announces, "they'll be staying with us from now on."

and the sisters are ecstatic. a new sibling!

Daniela especially is happy that she is no longer the youngest. she usually is the one to parade around the castle with her sibling on her shoulders, showing them the coolest hiding spots for hide-n-seek and the windows with the best views

Bela is incredibly protective. like. incredibly.

she smelt blood from across the castle and when she found her little sibling sniffling about a skinned knee earned from a game of tag with Angie, she lost her shit and almost broke the damned thing with her sickle

And Cassandra has been caught reading bedtime stories by nightlight multiple times. she tries to play it off but everyone knows that she loves- absolutely adores- her newest sibling

we all know Alcina is such a wonderful mother to the girls so adding another baby to the mix was a guaranteed success

she's so doting and careful (a little overprotective at times but she means well) as she is with her girls

as the child grows into a teen, she panics a bit because "my beautiful baby is growing into such a beautiful, talented adult" so expect a lot of late night visits when she just sits on the edge of her bed and just admires how much you've grown

Salvatore Moreau:

now this one is an easy one too if i'm 100% honest

think Moses type beat

(if you don't know, Moses was found in the riverbank in a little basket)

apparently i really like baskets

anyways

Moreau was so out of his element when he found this tiny, screaming, writhing piece of soft flesh

the first few weeks were rough

but he eventually got the hang of it (with Alcina's help of course)

he would take his child fishing every now and then- just the two of them out on a boat for a few hours

the kid would literally swim more than walk and that little fact would make Moreau so freakin proud

also this kid would be so well-versed in movie and film history it's stupid

like expect this little 4 or 5 year old babbling not about toys or snow or how many sticks they found but instead about the copyright war over the film Nosferatu and the destruction of its copies

Moreau, as the child gets older (like 11 or 12) would have just a tad of trouble trying to keep the kid out of the village

he'd wake up one day and go out onto the lake, expecting his child to be swinging their legs off the dock and watching the sun rise over the water

and when he finds that they were not, in fact, swinging their legs off the dock and watching the sun rise over the water, he p a n i c s

i mean, full blown red alert

all of the lords are summoned to help Moreau look for his missing kid, the lycans are given an article of clothing to help find the scent, Mother Miranda goes to search the village herself- the whole shebang

and when the kid is found playing with the village children, Moreau bursts into tears

needless to say, the kid isn't allowed to go to the village anymore

until they're fifty (Moreau's words, of course)

but the kid sneaks off more and more as they get older, using Alcina or Donna or Karl as an excuse to be away

and Moreau knows but he never says a word

seeing his child happy and free with the kids their age makes him happy, even if he is a tad, a tad, a tad bit nervous

Donna Beneviento:

when Donna found this child huddled up against the base of the stairs leading up to her front door, she at first thought it was a doll of hers

it was only when she actually walked outside that she realised it was this shaking, shriveled child in tattered clothes

she spent a good five minutes just staring, wondering how on earth she's supposed to react

that's when Angie jumped in and pulled at her skirt, telling her to "let the kid inside, already!"

Donna went immediately to work on some clothes- why on earth were they wearing such ragged things?! it's freezing outside!- while Angie entertained in the parlour

honestly, it didn't go well

the kid was a little bit unsettled by the floating doll that moved and spoke on its own FOR GOOD REASON

and when Donna walked back in with her measurement tape and some fabric, the kid backed themselves into a corner of the room with their gangly legs tucked into their chest

Angie sighs from the opposite side of the room, letting her little feet fidget as she gestures to the kid. "they're no fun" she pouts, "wouldn't even let me know their name"

Donna puts her materials down slowly and lifts her veil back before attempting a small smile

it takes a while but upon the offer of food, the kid finally lets Donna make them some clothes while Angie makes conversation

she works in silence, only offering small awkward smiles

Angie finally brings up the topic of where their parents are when the kid's clothes are done

when the child goes silent, Donna nods in understanding before hurrying off to make a room for them

as Angie helped tug the blankets up to the child's ears, they promised they'd be gone in the morning

Angie was the one to tell them off.

"You'll stay as long as you need, you silly goose!"

and the child did

Donna would let them tag along for meetings so long as they promised to keep quiet and help keep Angie out of trouble

most of the time, it didn't work and they both would end up in trouble but Donna let them come nonetheless

and when the other Lords question where on earth this little kid came from- all dressed in black fabric that matched Donna's dress, she just shook her head and let Angie chase them off verbally

she'd spend literal HOURS locked in that workshop making new little friends for her child and when they were old enough, she'd let them into the workshop

and when they were even older, she'd walk them through making their very first doll on their own

she'd just watch with pride as they carefully painted the freckles with a shaky hand while Angie danced around their ankles singing of how excited she was to have another friend

The Duke:

he would be setting up shop near the base of the Dimitrescu castle when he catches a kid trying to steal some his wares

he wouldn't be terribly upset, more concerned

it wasn't something shiny or expensive that they were trying to steal

it was some of the steaming-hot food he had left to cool in the wintry air

he confronted the child gently and with a warm smile

"That's cordon bleu," he says, gesturing to the steaming plate. "I can make you some if you'd like"

and as the child eats, the Duke continues tidying up his shop for any future customers

the child, through a mouthful of food, points to different items and asks their purpose, their price, their possible enhancements

the Duke answers each question with patience, happy for the company

but he doesn't just let the questions go one-way

"How about a trade?" he asks as the child asks about the strange-looking bottle of green liquid. "An answer for an answer."

the child agrees and the Duke starts to peel back layers of why the child was here looking for food

they had been orphaned by the last lycan attack, only barely making it out by fleeing into the woods

they tried to forage off of berry bushes and successfully managed to kill a pig- only for the blood to attract lycans before they could properly eat it

the Duke nods and continues busying himself with his shop, feeding the horse that pulls the wagon

the thought had hit him when he watched the child petting his horse

that horse hated everyone. including him at times.

maybe...

when he offered to take the child in, the kid nearly burst into tears and thanked him repeatedly, swearing to earn their keep

and they did, seven times over

what started off as a purely business venture morphed into something more as time went on

when the child would come back from selling smaller household items like gasoline and the occasional package of bullets, the Duke would have them climb onto the roof of the wagon and watch the sun set together with a plate of food

speaking of which, like Moreau, the Duke would raise the most cultured child

this kid would know how to prepare and identify different dishes and their ingredients just by looking at them or smelling them

and their palate would be far more sophisticated than most adults

the Duke, as the child gets older, would eventually allow them to choose destinations to set up shop- even outside of the village

wherever his child wants, the shop would go

it allows them to see the world and its earthly wares together- something the Duke had lacked in his life before the child was brought into the picture

Karl Heisenberg:

listen to me very very carefully

this man would be the most chaotic father ever to walk this earthly realm

when he finds this kid in the elevator of his factory, he's kinda standing there like 🧍 "what the hell-"

and when the kid starts spamming the button while maintaining eye contact, he kinda snaps out of it and starts chasing after them as they drop down to a different floor

it goes on for a solid twenty minutes before he finally managed to track them down in the corner of his office

and when i say this man is confused, i freaking mean it

i mean

why the HELL would some random kid be in his factory? don't they like... play with ponies or something at this age?

to be fair, this man literally has never been allowed a childhood so

obviously he starts scolding the kid ("what the hell are you doin' in here? it's dangerous and there's some really freaky shit here, kid"), dragging them to a nearby sink because "holy shit kid, you're filthy"

the kid is silent essentially the whole time, just kinda staring into his eyes

and of course Karl's gonna be like "...the fuck're you doin'?"

the kid's face is cleaned off and Karl sends them back out towards the village with a scratchy blanket he pulled out of the bottom of his desk drawer

he's working on his 'equipment' one day when he starts reaching for a wrench, keeping his focus on the body on the table

when i say this man jumps skyhigh at the kid asking a question, i mean it

he drags the kid back out, yelling about how dangerous it is and how "you shouldn't do that! you're gonna get yourself killed! go back home!"

the kid doesn't listen

it becomes a regular thing- Karl finds the kid wandering around the factory, Karl brings the kid out of danger, Karl tells them to get lost

eventually (day thirteen of this) he asks why the child keeps coming back

and he hates the answer he gets

it was something along the lines of "it's warm and there's nowhere else for me to go"

so Karl reluctantly eagerly lets them stay

it's a lot of rules at first (a kid shouldn't be allowed to just wander around a bunch of mindless cyborg killers, let alone a factory) but eventually the child learns to mind Sturm and the others

doesn't mean Karl does not have a fullblown heart attack when he walks into his workspace to find the kid tracing their finger along the center of the battery for the Soldats

after a very long talk (and some deep breathing) Karl reluctantly eagerly lets them sit against the very far wall to watch him work on the machinery- not, under any circumstances, the actual bodies

as the child blossoms into a young adult, they start to help out with certain aspects of Karl's work

exclusively machinery because Karl could not physically handle having his kid watch him get elbow-deep into a corpse

and Karl is so freaking proud of it

when the Soldat is kicked to life, he's got his kid in his arms and cackling like the proud dad he is

yeah. paternal Heisenberg>>>

[not-using-this1]

Helping Bela dye her hair

I made a (crappy) Bela Dimitrescu oneshot because she’s bae and I’m in love with her :) 

I had this headcanon that because Bela, Cassandra & Daniela obviously all had brunette hair in the picture of the castle demo they’ve dyed it (or something else happened but oh well) since then.

Bela got sick of having the same hair colour as her sister Cassandra (brunette) she wanted her own style...to which she asks you (her girlfriend) to help her with along with Daniela to dye hers ginger...with a mix of blood in it.

Yes I made it so Bela and Daniela could go out in the daylight (I prentended those jewels on their chokers protect them lmao)

Pairings: Bela Dimitrescu x fem!reader 

You welcomed yourself into castle Dimitrescu as usual and wuld of hoped that your girlfriend Bela would be there in the main hall sat on the sofa waiting. But, she wasn't which made you think she was either going to jump out at you for fun. "Bela I know you're hiding." You shout as it echoes through the main hall.

You hear a laugh, and just like that she appears in front of you. You expected blood to be around her mouth from feeding (since shes a vampire) she wasn't even wearing her usual outfit, rather she was wearing a corset top and black jeans but with her usual choker with the red jewel placed inside it. "What? You didn't think I'd clean up for my own girlfriend?" Bela chuckles.

"No, it's not that it just looks like your going somehwere" you add. She gives you a small smirk and presses a kiss to your lips "I want to dye my hair blonde, so I thought I'd go out to get some".

You weren't surprised she wanted to change her hair but blonde? You thought she would go for something darker "and where would you get it in the village? If you asked me I would've happily gone to buy you some from the store in the town I go to" you replied.

Bela shrugged her shoulders at you "Well I just made the decision now, do you think we could drive there? I know it's daylight but I'm not exactly gonna burn, the jewel in my choker doesn't allow that" You nodded your head at your girlfriend and agreed.

"Yes! Okay lets go!" She seemed so enthusiastic and to be honest those moments of her like that are rare; Bela had always struggled with her emotions to the point people think she hasn't gotten any...but you know that isn't true.

The good thing was that it wasn't morning or even the afternoon, it was rather that the sun was setting and besides the store would be open still anyway. Bela had grabbed your hand, pulling you to the large castle doors.

"Hi Y/n, Bela where are you going?" Daniela popped up out of nowhere which made you jump slightly. She chuckled at your small action as se confronted you and her sister. When you first met Daniela she was closed off anf very quiet half the time but now, the two of you actually get along very well. "I want to dye my hair blonde, y/n is taking me to the store to get some dye" Bela explained, she just wanted to hurry up and go.

"Oh cool! Can I come? I've wanted to dye my hair red...but with a twist. If you guys get me blonde hair dye and I mix it with blood-"

Bela and you laughed at her but Daniela seemed very serious "Why don't you just buy red dye? Problem solved Whats with the blood being added?" You asked her. "Uhh because it's more fun that way?" She shrugged her shoulders.

Honestly, you stopped questioning Daniela a while ago. You looked at Bela as if to ask for approval to bring Daniela. She rolled her eyes at you and sighed "Ugh fine you can come".

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During the car ride, you had played some music which Daniela and Bela kept belting out. You honestly loved that they were just so normal in these situations even if they're not normal whatsoever.

You were just happy you could show Bela what its like to have fun outside of the other...activities she does (aka being a vampire). As you stopped the car in the store, Daniela wasted no time in getting out of the car to go into the store so much that you and Bela had to stop her.

"Dani, stay here and look after the car. We'll be back and maybe get you a treat" Bela adds to which Daniela sighs and stomps her foot a little before getting back in the back seat "More blood?" she cheekily questions.

"No, Dani. We'll be back soon." You add.

For the most part the reason you left her in the car was because she was wearing what she usually does. Of course you wouldn't mind her walking around with the both of you if only she didn't have blood stains on it.

Bela offered you her hand and the two of you just walked hand in hand to the store. Going over to the part of the store that has beauty and hair products. Bela looked quite overwhelmed that and the fact she had never really been out of her village much at all or to a large store like this. Of course she knew of these things though, she knew what every item was...shes been alive for centuries and has adapted well to changes.

"There's the blonde you'd probably look best in" you pointed her into the direction of dirty but light blonde box dye, she already had a platinum blonde one in her hand but she grabbed the other and put them beside her.

"Which one babe?" she asked you, as if you were some sort of expert on these things. Yeah, you've dyed your hair many times it's currently h/c (your hair colour) which you loved. "Since you have a pale complection I'd go for the light dirty blonde, you'd look so hot" those last words slipped out of you but Bela smirked. Putting back te platinum blonde dye "Daniela can have the same then" she adds.

As you were walking to another aisle as you wanted something for yourself, Bela had grabbed your hand because this guy kept ogling you just because you were wearing a skirt, fishnet tights and a casual t-shirt.

Of course your girlfriend was going to get possessive, she had practically pulled you into her and kissed you in front of everyone who was down that aisle...but you didn't mind one bit and kissed her back.

"He was eyeing you up and down, ugh men disgust me." Bela replies. You wanted to make a joke about her saying that even though she was bisexual but you left it and agreed. After paying for everything you both headed back to the car which all you could hear was rock music from.

"Oh god whats she doing" you laugh.

"Daniela! Daniela!" Bela shouts as the two of you get back in your car, you turn the music down and Daniela gives you an unamused look.

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After a small argument between Bela and her sister Daniela about whose bathroom they'd do it in you settled the argument by saying that they should just use the bathroom down in the main hall. Daniela had collected the blood and mixed it in with the blonde and it turned an actual nice red, so you decided to help her first.

"Daniela, you need to stay still, it'll go everywhere if you don't" you explained. "The blood is already everywhere on the damn floor mother is going to kill us. Not to mention my girlfriend clearly likes spending time with my sisters more than me" Bela pouted, you rolled your eyes at her and plafully punched her arm a little "you get me all to yourself tonight, now help."

During this entire commotion Cassandra had came back up from the cellar and decided to help you, while you helped Bela with her dye Cassandra washed off Daniela's in the tub with the shower after it set for a good hour.

When everything was finally done both Bela and Daniela had new hair but the bathroom...oh that was an absolute tip. You were sure one of the maids would come clean it up...but then.

"Girls I'm home." Alcina shouts as she walks through the doors, she spots you and igves you a small smile "hello Y/n" she greets.

"mother" all three girls say from the bathroom she walks over to them with the biggest shock on her face "Bela, Daniela what did you do?" she didn't sound very pleased.

"We dyed our hair, Y/n took us to a store, so it was really her-" Bela slapped her sisters arm really hard to cut her off from her sentence "it wasn't Y/n's fault mother" She then finishes.

Alcina sighs "no it wasn't Y/n's fault but you are all going to clean this up right now."

"But mother the maids-"

"Now! You too Cassandra, also Y/n" she adds before leaving to her room.

"Great, fantastic" you all say in unison.

Help this was terrible, why did I write this ughhh :(

[ladydimitrescuspet]

Just This Once, Your Ears Only

AO3 link! this is for my anon that just found out about miss d and the pallboys and wanted a fic about it so here you go! I hope y'all enjoy this and apologies for any grammatical errors!

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Alcina didn’t talk much about her past and that was fine. You always cherished the things that she had told you about her time before Mother Miranda and the cadou. You never pushed her to tell you more than she was comfortable, but when you found that old jazz album in a box your curiosity was piqued. How had she not told you that she used to be in a jazz band called Miss D & the Pallboys? Honestly, you were pretty shocked that Alcina hadn’t told you about this part of her life. So when you brought it to her, your find, she was a bit hostile about it.

“Ali, come on. This is really cool.” You said. “I know you don’t often talk about your past, but I really want to know more about this.”

Alcina sighed, rubbing her temples to ebb away the oncoming headache. “Dear, I’ve already said that I don’t wish to revisit such a trivial time in my life.” Alcina replied.

“But I’ve never heard you sing.” You counter. “I’ve heard you hum, I’ve heard you play the piano, but I’ve never once heard you sing.”

“And I’m afraid you’ll never get the opportunity to. My singing days are long behind me and I’d like to keep it that way.” Alcina replied.

You frowned, but ultimately accepted your defeat. “Alright, Ali, I’m sorry. You win.” For now, at least. Time for Plan B. “Can I visit Karl this week?” You asked.

Alcina groaned. “I am not sure how you became friends with that annoying little imp, but I do need you out of the Castle tomorrow so I suppose you may go and visit him then.” Alcina responded. “However, when you leave, have him escort you home. As much as I despise that man-child, there have been lycans spotted around the village and forest more so than usual in the evening, so you’ll be safe with that little idiot by your side.”

You gave her a smile and nod as you did an internal happy dance. “I will call him now to let him know. I’ll even throw in a little threat so he knows you’re serious, Ali.” You teased. Alcina snorted at that. “Alcina?” She hummed in acknowledgment. “Have you ever tried to say something nice about Karl or even tried to be a little bit nicer to him?” You asked.

Alcina looked up at you. “When that insufferable idiot is nicer to me then I shall repay him in kind. Until then, if he keeps calling me lady super sized bitch, I will continue to refer to him as a child. Although, he really is a child regardless of what affectionate nicknames he has for our so called family.” Alcina replied. “But Heisenberg being nice to me will never happen in a million years.”

"Are you willing to bet on that?" You asked. Alcina whirled her eyebrow at you. "If Karl does something nice for you then you have to sing one of your jazz songs for me."

"And if he doesn't?" Alcina asked.

"Then you get whatever you want from me." You replied.

Alcina hummed. "And if I want you chained to my bed all day to do with as I please, I can have that?" You nodded your head. "Then I believe we have a bet on our hands, dear."

You gave her a nervous smile before excusing yourself from her study. After you left, you made your way to your own study. The thought of it made you smile. Alcina had realised that you didn’t have a room in the castle to call your own, so she allowed you to remake one of them into your own, so to speak. It was still decorated the way Alcina had, but now it had more of your things in it to keep you occupied if Alcina went out for a meeting or if you just needed a quiet space to be in.

The first thing you did upon entering your study was call Karl. You let him know that you’d be over early and you even mentioned the bet you had going on with Alcina. “Lady Super Sized Bitch is going down.” were his exact words and they made you laugh. After you said goodbye to him, you called Donna and asked her if she could sew some costumes up for you, the girls, and Karl. You were glad that she had agreed and accepted your invitation to Jazz Friday as opposed to Opera Wednesday. This week’s meeting had been moved from Friday to Wednesday so Opera Night had been moved to Friday. You really hoped that Alcina wouldn’t mind you hijacking her night with your plan and with only five days to get it all planned, you really didn’t have time to work yourself into a tizzy with worrying.

You spent the next day with Karl, telling him what instruments you’d need him to produce for the show. With that taken care of, you could talk to the girls about the surprise and the parts that they’d play for Jazz Night. You made sure all of the Lords had an invitation for Friday. You would’ve invited Mother Miranda, but she was out of the village on business. You were nervous when Friday finally came, making sure everything was perfect.

“Hey, kiddo, don’t worry. Alci’s gonna love it.” Karl said as he fussed over his tuxedo.

You let out a deep breath and smiled at him. “Of course. Or at least I hope she does.” You replied. You held the microphone in your hand when you heard Alcina’s voice.

“Donna, Moreau, it’s a pleasure to have you two with us tonight. I see Heisenberg has failed to join us for another evening.” That made Karl scowl. “Nevertheless, the show must go on. My wonderful daughters and my lovely partner, Y/N, have prepared something special for us tonight. So please sit back and enjoy the show.” Alcina said, finishing off her speech before sitting in her seat.

A couple of maids opened the curtain and you could hear the small gasp Alcina let out, your face starting to heat up. You’d had Karl make a saxophone for Bela, a piano for Cassandra that she could comfortably sit at, a cello for Daniela, and a trumpet for himself. Whilst Donna made tuxedos for all of you. The girls and Karl wore black tuxedos with white dress shirts, the only difference being that the girls had their gemstones on the collar of their shirts and Karl’s didn’t. Your tuxedo was white and you had a hat on with a feather like the one Alcina wore on the cover of the Miss D & the Pallboys album. You managed to not let your nerves get to you as you sang a Nat King Cole classic, Unforgettable. When the performance was over the five of you bowed before the curtain closed.

“Y/N, that was amazing!” Bela said. “I think I saw Mother tearing up out there so I’d say that she loved the performance!”

You scratched at the back of your head, laughing nervously. “Really? I just wish we could’ve sung a Miss D & the Pallboys original for her too, but you can’t go wrong with a classic like Unforgettable.” You replied. “Now you three go get changed, you still have to do that Italian opera piece your mother picked out for you.”

Daniela gave you a hug. “Thank you for putting this together.” Daniela said into your ear.

Cassandra gave you a smile. “And we completely understand if you want to skip the rest of the show. Putting together something like this sounds very tiring.” You nodded your head before wishing them good luck.

The rest of the night was purely opera, but you didn’t have it in yourself to join the others back out in the audience while the girls did their performance. So you had made your way back to the room that you shared with Alcina, putting on your pyjamas and curling up into bed with a book. And that’s how Alcina found you, except you were almost half asleep with the book lying across your stomach.

“Darling?” Alcina called out softly, rousing you from your sleep. You hummed in acknowledgment to let her know you were still with her. Alcina took that opportunity to put on her nightgown before slipping into the bed next to you, pulling you into her side. “Did you put together that whole thing just for me?” Alcina asked.

You nodded. “I did. Not alone though. Karl and Donna really helped out. And Moreau was the one that recommended the song I sang, Mother Miranda bless him for the suggestion.” You mumbled out slightly before yawning.

Alcina pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, My Love. Now, I do believe I lost a bet so I’ll give you your reward, yes?” You sleepily nodded your head against her side. “Alright, little one, but just this once and for your ears only. And only because you got that idiot oaf to do something nice for me.” Alcina said.

“Be nice, Ali.” You mumbled again, smiling at the grumbling noises that Alcina made at your words but you could faintly make out her saying “Fine,” before you let out a hum of approval.

After a few seconds of silence, you heard Alcina start to sing the words to a song you didn’t know. You could only assume that it was one of the songs she sang with her band and you smiled. Alcina really did have a beautiful singing voice.

[the-jason-todd-effect]

Adopting E-001 (Eveline Adoption Au)

Ok I know like Eveline’s dead but just imagine Eveline getting adopted by the four lords (And Mother Miranda) . She always wanted a family in RE7 and I think the four lords are exactly the family her little crazy ass needs

Donna Beneviento: Eveline would love all her dolls no doubt, she’d probably spend most of her time there since Despite how shy Donna is she’s probably the most well equipped to deal with a child. I like to think she even gifts Eveline with a little doll so she could have a little playmate, they probably both mess with any poor soul who ends up in there with Eveline being the little girl in the hallway and angie popping up five seconds later to game end some dude.  They’d be the deadliest duo possibly and trust me there’s nothing more creepy than a little girl and a haunted ass doll, plus tbh they do kinda look like sisters!

Alcina Dimitrescu: She’s definitely never the type to be prepared for a child? If I recall correctly all of her daughters were teenagers when they were adopted so chances are having a little girl would be a hectic change of pace, she’d probably leave her with Bela, Daniela and Cassandra who would be more than happy to show their little sister how to tear a man thing limb from limb properly and then give her a little piggyback ride around Castle Dimitrescu with Alcina watching with a smile in the  background. She occasionally finds little Eveline walking around and pats her on the head, saying that she’s going to do her very proud Karl Heisenberg: OH BOY. This one is gonna be fun. Karl would no doubt be the fun uncle, making Eveline a little metal figure and just taking her on a joyride on his custom motorcycle around the factory (Don’t ask how that works but trust me.) He’d pretty much be chill about it, if he’s unable to watch her then he has one of his zombie automatons take care of her and Eveline is happy just to have yet another playmate. She nicknames the zombie “Jesse” based off a name or two of victims she heard at the baker house (Plus Jesse and Heisenberg? I had to make a breaking bad reference where I could.) and like over time i think she invests enough in said zombie to try and teach him a little bit of words much to her frustration. She still appreciates seeing him skewer molded she makes for fun though. Karl finds it kind of odd that she invests so much into a zombie but he’s not going to kill her fun especially since it’s honestly kind of both morbid and cute that they always come back covered in some poor molded or lycans blood. Hell he even joins in a good majority of the time when he’s not on lord business, helping them mow through a couple lycans/molded as some sort of bonding time. I think he also calls her something like “Scamp” or “Evie”  Salvatore Moreau: Uncle Sal!! Others might find him gross but Eveline is honestly quite used to swampy areas given that she literally spent 3 years at the baker house. She knows what its like to feel disliked by the others and as such I think she tends to spend most of her time with him and trying to make him laugh, playing hide and seek in the mines or riding on his back while he’s in fish form. She loves him to death and she will literally skewer anyone who so much as makes him feel bad about himself. Salvatore himself is just so happy to have someone who doesn’t judge him at all and accepts him as he is, she might creep him out a little but she has the best of intentions (When it comes to him and the other lords. Humans and the grunt molded/lycans not so much) I think Moreau knows a few sea shanties and songs about fishing that he teaches Eveline, Eveline learns them happily and can recant them by memory which makes Salvatore’s Warm and Slimy heart even happier. I like to think of their relationship like the Big Daddies and Little sisters from Bioshock basically, meaning sal is very affectionate towards her and will literally go apeshit at anyone who tries to harm his sister. Mother Miranda: I think she likely sees Evie as like the perfect person to reincarnate her little daughter Eva with but the four lords catch onto her shit and basically force her to accept little Evie as is since they all would put aside their differences and send Miranda burning and screaming to her dead daughter if they hurt her. Miranda accepts this eventually, just happy to have another little shit in her house again. I think she is really affectionate once she gets used to evie? Like she didn’t get to spend much time with her daughter and here is this little ten year old girl, not a day older than Her Eva and she looks exactly like her too. She gives her a little teddy bear and puts her to bed, whispering a little lullaby she probably sung to Eva long ago and smiles. I don’t think there’s honestly much to say with her, she’d just be happy and a lot less salty Sure their family is imperfect, they still need to have a constant influx of prey but they’re a screwed up ass family no need to dodge that. What they do have in common though is that they have Eveline

[mcrcki]

Was that [PHOEBE TONKIN]? Oh no no, that was just [CASSANDRA DIMITRESCU], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE]. They are [ONE HUNDRED+] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

** blanket tw for both resident evil 8 spoilers **

how long has your character been here

cassandra has already been here for about a week, she’s gotten herself used to the city and settled in her own place. she is very concerned about her sisters and mother, but is glad to be somewhere the weather is warmer.

what is your character's job

is maneater a job ? honestly she doesn’t have one, she’s very happy living her life responsibility free. she might get one down the line but for now , not gonna happen.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

cassandra is pulled after her death at the hands of ethan winters. depending on how you play, she is one of the last to die. when i played through she was the last sister i fought so for now i am gonna go with that canon. the game is pretty flexible that way, so definitely open to discussing !

has any magic affected your character

beyond bringing her back to life, she’s mostly appearing human now. her eyes are still yellow, but the magic has stopped her from having a million bugs flying around her at all times (they’re still there, just invisible now), she also is no longer 6′7 as much as she hates it. she’s more around 5′8 and will 100% be wearing heels every day to make up for it thank you  

extra information 

truly out here with two speeds of muses, strong female dumbasses and murder bitches. already brought one of the former so, please come enjoy my newest murder bitch. i am still on my first play through of the came (currently about to go start the heisenberg portion, so we’re getting along but i don’t know everything yet ) otherwise, just know i played through dimitrescu and went “oh no they’re all hot” so , enjoy !!!

the middle daughter of alicina dimitrescu ( also known as 9 foot tall vampire mom ). she has two sisters, bela and daniela. they were mutants made by alicina after being exposed to a mutant species of insects. they were adopted by her as her “daughters” and lived together in castle dimitrescu as a family after. 

she’s roughly 7 million flies in a trench coat ( yes kasey did this math to figure it out )

cass is stated to be the more sadistic of the three, and enjoys playing with and torturing her victims. she, along with her sisters, would often take these tendencies out on the staff of the castle. cass would partake in that far too often. 

listen there’s a line from bela going like “cassandra made such a mess of this” and she’s right and valid. girl loves to be the most. she is one of the first of the sisters to chase after ethan when he escapes, and if he gives her the opportunity, she absolutely taunts the hell out of him. 

girl is very similar in dc, she’s not quite stable, definitely enjoys flirting and manipulating. if given the chance she’ll do whatever she can to find some new prey. but it’s just not as fun on her own. so once she’s reunited with her sisters, look out dc. 

honestly just all around a messy murder bitch, but she’s hot and uses it to her advantage. 

but with all of that, she is still super loyal to her family, to her sisters and mother, and mother miranda. she will do whatever is asked of her, will fall in line if she has to, but is often the one who is getting in the most trouble from alicina. (her name is shouted p much 24/7 around the castle) 

absolute trouble maker, brings her sisters down with her when she can and always wants to do something fun. she gets bored v easily 

honestly just a crazy goth murder bitch and i love and support her

but this is my formal apology for anything and everything she is about to do. 

connections

uhhhh victims

listen if you’ve been looking for a reason to cause some bodily harm to your male character, this is your girl. she’s got you. she still does need to drink blood, so *insert eyes emoji here*

bestie vibes

would love her to have some other wild ladies to vibe with

pls bring more res 8 characters thanks

she would love to see alicina/any of the other lords

hookups/flings/exes

open to only females, if a man ever gets close to cass’ bed, it’s because she’s eating them. but i’d definitely be down for some casual flirting and a few one night stands or something

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

A Modest Proposal (Alcina x Fem!Reader)

Premise: You finally muster up the courage to propose to Alcina Dimitrescu. But will everything go as planned?

Note: Even though we technically don't know Alcina's middle name, I gave her Carmilla as her middle name in homage to another beloved Sapphic vampire! :)

Warnings: blood. Steamy scenes her and there, but nothing NSFW.

As you take the last steps towards your mistress’s chambers you have to stop for a minute and take some deep breaths. The other maids had taken to giving you concerned glances all morning. Your nerves had been so fraught that a plate had slipped out of your sweaty hands and broken. You didn’t mind the stares. To everyone else, this is just an ordinary day. Not for you.

Today is the day you are going to propose to Alcina Dimitrescu.

However, you have some errands to run first. For that you are going to have to ask Alcina, ironically enough, for the rest of the day off.

You steel yourself, slap your cheeks to banish any last nerves and knock on the door.

“Come in,” you hear an elegant, mature voice call.

Lady Dimitrescu is seated at her secretary, lining up accounts for the month. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. Upon clearing your throat, she takes off her reading glasses and when she sees you a smile bursts across her face that takes your breath away.

After a year and a half of courting, you could still not believe that this beautiful woman was your lover. You take in her laugh lines and dimples, her slightly puffy cheeks that she hated but you found adorable, her carmine lips freshly painted, and her blue eyes with a corona of gold around them that you found absolutely mesmerizing.

She takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. “Yes, iubirea mea, what can I do for you?”

“I would like to take the rest of the day off if that’s alright with you,” you say in a rush.

She blinks, surprised, but then smiles. “I don’t mind. After all, you’ve been working so hard lately. Have you cleared it with the head maid?”

“Yes-” Before you can say any more, in an instant Alcina has bent down and taken you in her arms with your back against her ample bosom. You feel hot breath on your neck and her curls tickle your ears as she whispers, “We could spend the whole day together. How would you like that, pet?”

You find yourself lost for words as she moves your uniform collar and begins kissing your neck. You lean back and sigh. Her perfume is intoxicating. She moves one hand to your hip and the other begins to peel back your skirt.

You would rather do nothing more than to make love to Alcina on your day off, however there are other matters more pressing. It takes great self control to take her hands off of you. A look of hurt crosses her face. You turn around and give her a chaste kiss and hold her face in your hands. “Forgive me, darling. I would love to but I have some errands to run. May I see you later? Dinner, the usual time?”

Her expression brightens and she kisses you deeply. “I’ll look forward to tonight then,” she says, tucking a curl behind your ear.

You can only nod and when you turn around, Alcina gives you a playful slap on the bum. You look back at her and she gives you a devilish grin.

Closing the door behind you, you can’t help but let out a chuckle. Alcina’s libido, it seemed, could never be satiated. As you take a step you wince and rub your behind. That woman honestly didn’t know her own strength sometimes.

You wrap your scarf around you as you leave the castle grounds. It may be the dead of winter but you find yourself sweating from nerves. The Duke catches your eye and waves you over.

“Ah, Miss Y/N! Just the lady I wanted to see. Your package just arrived.”

You feel your breath catch but nod silently. He turns around and begins rummaging around in the store. You turn around so as to not catch a glimpse of the Duke’s massive behind and you freeze. Alcina is at the window enjoying her morning cigarette. And she is staring directly at you.

You whisper to him, “Wait.” Alcina is still looking at you as she’s taking a drag off her cigarette. Smoke wreathes her gorgeous face. You give her a nervous wave. She waves back and then hears the phone ring. With a grimace, she puts out her cigarette and steps back inside.

You turn back to the Duke. “All right. It should be fine now.”

The Duke smiles and then presents you with a box slightly larger than a normal engagement ring box. With bated breath you open the box and behold the engagement ring that you have bought for Alcina.

Getting the ring had not been easy. When the Duke had told you the price for an engagement ring, especially a custom-made ring for Alcina, you nearly cried with frustration. After all, the main purpose of you working at Castle Dimitrescu was to send back money for your aging parents. When you and Lady Dimitrescu had first begun courting and she learned of your family’s financial situation she had offered to send them money herself each month so you didn’t have to work. However, your pride would not allow it. Any money sent back to your home, you wanted to come from your labors.

Getting enough money for your parents while also raising money to buy the ring had been a long and arduous process. You had begun taking up extra shifts to make up the money. There had been many nights where you had fallen asleep on the sofa with a feather duster in your hand and Alcina had to scoop you up in her arms and carry you to bed herself. But looking in at the ring within the box, you found it had been all worth it. The ring is beautiful, around 14 karats of gold inlaid with rubies forming the House Dimitrescu crest. You are sure Alcina would love it. It had taken time to get the exact measurements of her ring finger. While Alcina was asleep, you had taken her left hand often and studied her ring finger making sure the ring fit snug but not too tight. To get the crest right, you had taken to drawing it over and over again in your off time before you had a drawing good enough to show the Duke to have it commissioned.

You look up and grin at the Duke with tears in your eyes. “Duke, it's beautiful!” you breathe. “Alcina- er, Lady Dimitrescu will love it!”

He pats your hand as you slip the box into your apron pocket. “Not a problem at all, m’dear! Good luck tonight!”

With that done, you head back to the castle. You practically skip back to the gates, taking out the box every so often and peeking inside. Your joy dissipates when you realize what the next item on your to do list is.

Asking for Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters’ blessing.

When you walk in, you actually run into them getting ready to go out. Bela smiles at you as she adjusts Daniela’s cowl on her traveling cloak. “Y/N! Good to see you! Mother told us you had taken the day off.”

Cassandra pipes up, “We were just going out to go hunting! Want to come with us?”

“Actually I wanted to talk to you all about something,” you say as you look around the foyer for any sign of the girls’ mother. “Is there somewhere private we can all talk? Preferably somewhere your mother doesn’t frequent?”

Daniela’s eyes glitter mischievously. “Oooh, keeping secrets are we? Come on, I know a perfect place we can hide!”

Daniels leads the pack to the library. “Mother usually practices her singing around this time,” she says over her shoulder. “So there’s not a chance she’ll overhear anything you say.”

Sure enough, you hear Lady Dimitrescu’s voice singing an elaborate coloratura from upstairs. Perfect.

Daniela’s hands run over the panels in the wall. “Now where is it….Aha there it is!” Daniela picks up a loose panel on the wall and puts it to the side. She steps in and backons the rest of you forward.

There is no light in this room save for torches every couple meters. The room can’t be much more than 6 feet tall, so there was no way Lady Dimitrescu could fit in properly. “We used to hide from Mother here all the time as children,” Daniela winks conspiratorially at you.

Cassandra begins jumping up and down excitedly. “Now what’s the secret? Tell us! Tell us!”

You take a deep breath and then let it out. “All right...Tonight I am planning on proposing to your mother and-”

You are cut off by the girls’ cries of jubilation. Daniela runs over and gives you a big hug. Bela has burst into happy tears. Cassandra continues jumping up and down and chanting, “Bonus mom! Bonus mom!”

You can’t help but laugh. “Does that mean I have your blessing?”

“Of course!” they yell in unison.

Bela says excitedly, “The ring! Do you have a ring?”

Blushing furiously you nod and take out the black velvet box and open it. They “ooh” and “aah” and take turns looking at it before they finally relinquish it back to you. As you put the box back into your pocket, you say, “Well girls, I need to start getting ready. Please make sure not to do anything to arouse your mother’s suspicions. I want it to be a surprise.”

The girls nod their assent, but Cassandra interjects, “Do you need help getting ready? We want you to be looking your best for tonight!”

Everyone enthusiastically agrees and you can’t help but smile fondly at the girls. You may be closer in age to them, but ever since you had begun courting their mother, you loved them like they were your own children. “All right, if you insist.”

The girls cheer and Cassaandra takes you by the hand and leads you back to your room to get ready.

15 minutes before your meeting with Lady Dimitrescu you take a look in the mirror. The girls truly outdid themselves on your makeover. Daniela had curled your hair and it hung in ringlets over your shoulders. Cassandra had given you one of her dresses, a red column dress that was backless with a plunging neckline. This wasn’t the sort of thing you would normally wear, but you had to admit the silhouette was very flattering, highlighting your natural curves. The best part: it had pockets large enough to hide the ring box! Bela was on makeup duty, giving you wingtips sharper than Alcina’s claws and a smokey eye. You spritz on some rosewater perfume and head out. As you pass the hall mirror, you consider putting your hair up in a chignon but think better of it. Alcina had always liked your hair best when it was down.

When you are at the door to Alcina’s chambers you take a deep breath before knocking on the door. “Come in, iubirea mea,” Alcina’s voice purrs within.

You head inside and Alcina has her back turned on you, lighting the candelabras at the table she has set up for you two. “I’ve needed this, my love. You should’ve heard what that fool Heisenberg-”

She stops and stares at you. You can’t help but feel self-conscious as she takes you in. She finally sets the candlestick she was using to light the others back in the candelabra and heads purposefully towards you. She scoops you up in her arms and kisses you deeply, burying her hands in your curls. She breaks the kiss and strokes your cheek. “You look beautiful,” she says breathlessly.

You can’t help but blush at the compliment. “So do you,” you reply as she sets you down gently, praying she doesn’t hear the box rustling in your skirts. She takes your hand and leads you to your seat where she pulls out your chair for you. You take her hand that is resting on the back of your seat and kiss it.

Dinner proceeds as normal at first. You listen to her talk about her day, which takes your mind off the proposal for a bit. Then she puts it at the forefront of your mind when she says, “I saw you talking to the merchant this morning. Did you have anything special coming in?”

Your mouth goes dry. How do you respond to that? “Oh, no. He just wanted to chat. You know how he gets!”

Alcina purses her lips but nods eventually. “Indeed.”

Awkward silence settles over you for a bit. Then she begins talking again, this time ranting about Heisenberg and you almost sigh in relief. This is easy. You just have to listen and agree with whatever she says.

“And then do you know what that fool called me? He called me a ‘simp’ for Mother Miranda! I didn’t even know what that was. I had to ask my daughters and when they told me of course I was infuriated.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean, a simp? Me? Ha! Imagine! He’s just jealous because he wishes that he had half the devotion that I have for her!”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you think I’m a simp?”

“Uh-huh.”

She glares at you from across the table. Damn. She’s caught you.

You stumble over your words trying to correct your stupid blunder. “I mean, no! Of course you’re not a simp! Where would he get that idea?”

Alcina leans across the table and takes your chin in her hand, forcing you to look directly into her eyes. “Am I boring you, pet?” she asks, a dangerous edge to her voice.

“Er, no! No, I'm having a great time!” you say, smiling stupidly at her.

Alcina lets go of your chin and settles back in her chair, crossing her arms. Her stormy expression can’t disguise the look of hurt on her face. “You were the one that suggested we meet tonight, darling. I can’t see why you would want to if you’re not going to at least attempt to be present with me.”

“I’m sorry, darling. I-”

She turns away from you, her large hat blocking her expression. “Maybe you should go.” She gets up and crosses the room to open the door.

No, no, God, no this can’t be happening. This is your worst nightmare. You can’t let her open the door, you just can’t.

You practically fall to one knee. “Alcina!”

“What?” she snaps, turning her head toward you. Her expression softens as she sees that you are down on one knee with the box open. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she says so quietly you have to lean to hear it, “Draga mea, what are you doing?”

You had a big speech prepared for this. But everything else has gone to hell in a handbasket, so you might as well get it over with. “Alcina Carmilla Dimitrescu, will you marry me?”

Alcina just stands there and stares. The tears that had been building in her eyes now spill over as she kneels down to your level and gives you a passionate kiss.

You smile against her lips and break the kiss. “Does that mean yes?”

“Yes, my darling,” she gives you a watery smile and caresses your jaw. “Yes.”

With trembling hands you take the ring out of the box and slip it on her left ring finger. She lifts her hand and inspects the new ring in the chandelier light. The rubies catch the light, nearly blinding you with their brilliance.

“How does it fit? It’s not too tight?”

She beams at you, positively radiating with joy. “It fits perfectly.” She then rises and heads over to her dresser and opens the top drawer. To your surprise, she pulls out a red box with the Dimitrescu family crest on the top. She sinks to one knee and presents you with an old, but beautiful ring. It must have been passed down through the Dimitrescu bloodline for generations.

Your face feels hot and you feel tears welling up in your eyes. She gently takes your arm. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” She wipes the tears that have already begun cascading your cheeks. “It is tradition for House Dimitrescu to propose with the family ring to symbolize the unification of two houses. I had been planning to propose to you next week. You beat me to it, you clever girl.” She takes your hand and slips the Dimitrescu family ring on your ring finger. It is slightly larger than your finger, but you don’t care. You couldn’t be happier.

Alcina takes you into her lap and kisses you passionately. In between kisses, she queries, ”All those extra shifts you took. They were all for me?”

“Yes, my love,” you say breathlessly. “All for you.”

She stands up and takes you in her arms. You wrap your arms around her neck as she deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with her tongue. You can taste salty tears on her lips. She carries you over to the bed kissing you the whole time and sets you down gently. She kneels over you on the bed and you rest your leg on her hip. The slit in your skirt rises up, exposing your stockinged leg. After putting her hand gently on your shoulder, Alcina begins kissing your neck. You lean back into the cushions and sigh.

You hear a low moan in her throat, almost like a whine as she kisses your pulse point. You don’t say anything; you just nod. Soon enough you feel the sharp but familiar sensation of Alcina’s fangs piercing your neck. She holds you against her body and you bury your hands in her curls, causing her hat to fall off. Briefly taking her hand off your shoulder, she slaps the hat aside like it was so much rubbish. You take pleasure in every sigh, every moan, every exclamation you elicit from her as she drinks. When she finally stops drinking she wipes her mouth and gives you a seductive smirk. “Good girl,” she purrs.

Alcina’s mouth is on yours again as she undoes your halter while you unhook her garter. She breaks the kiss and cradles your face in her hands. “Te iubesc, draga mea.”

You take her hand and kiss it while saying, “And I you, Alcina.”

The two of you make love until the sun rises the next morning.

[mcrcki]

Was that [CONOR LESLIE]? Oh no no, that was just [CASSANDRA DIMITRESCU], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE]. They are [ONE HUNDRED+] years old and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here

gonna say cass got here at the end of the last event, so a little under 3 months now. she’s definitely gotten a little used to the city but she still has some confusion around how she got there, about her sisters and mother not being around and all of that

what is your character's job

is maneater a job ? honestly she doesn’t have one, she’s very happy living her life responsibility free. she might get one down the line but for now , not gonna happen.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

the last thing cass remembers is alcina leaving the castle to head to some meeting with mother miranda. so i’m pulling her pretty much at the start of the game, before ethan winters comes to the castle, and long before any of her family is harmed by said manthing. 

has any magic affected your character

it has mostly helped in her appearing mostly human now. her eyes are still yellow, but the magic has stopped her from having a million bugs flying around her at all times (they’re still there, just invisible now, no magic can stop this girl from being 7 million flies in a trench coat), she's also lost about a foot of height, and is no longer the 6′7″ demon child she was back in romania, and is closer to 5′7″ now but will 100% be wearing heels every day to make up for it thank you

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!!

it’s spooky season and i couldn’t just bring one spooky girl in so, enjoy cassandra’s return ♥ honestly played re8 and was obsessed with the dimitrescu ladies and the rest is history. i have played the whole game at this point, highly highly recommend, but all in all i’m gonna switch up playing cass from before the events of the game so she’s a little less murder vibes @ ethan specifically and is really just a spoiled vampire brat who will murder anyone for looking at her wrong

the middle daughter of alicina dimitrescu ( also known as 9 foot tall vampire mom ). she has two sisters, bela and daniela. they were mutants made by alcina after being exposed to a mutant species of insects. they were adopted by her as her “daughters” and lived together in castle dimitrescu as a family after.

she’s roughly 7 million flies in a trench coat ( yes kasey did this math to figure it out )

cass is stated to be the more sadistic of the three, and enjoys playing with and torturing her victims. she, along with her sisters, would often take these tendencies out on the staff of the castle. cass would partake in that far too often.

she’s got big middle child energy and does the absolute most the get alcina’s attention

listen there’s a line from bela going like “cassandra made such a mess of this” and she’s right and valid. girl loves to be the most. she is one of the first of the sisters to chase after ethan when he escapes, and if he gives her the opportunity, she absolutely taunts the hell out of him.

girl is very similar in dc, she’s not quite stable, definitely enjoys flirting and manipulating. if given the chance she’ll do whatever she can to find some new prey. but it’s just not as fun on her own. so once she’s reunited with her sisters, look out dc.

honestly just all around a messy murder bitch, but she’s hot and uses it to her advantage.

but with all of that, she is still super loyal to her family, to her sisters and mother, and mother miranda. she will do whatever is asked of her, will fall in line if she has to, but is often the one who is getting in the most trouble from alicina. (her name is shouted p much 24/7 around the castle)

absolute trouble maker, brings her sisters down with her when she can and always wants to do something fun. she gets bored v easily

honestly just a crazy goth murder bitch and i love and support her

but this is my formal apology for anything and everything she is about to do.

despite not knowing of her eventual fate, she is just as unstable, just as ready for a fight but her main focus is trying to get back home. she’s never been away from the castle, and worries that mother is going to be upset about her disappearing. 

connections

uhhhh victims

listen if you’ve been looking for a reason to cause some bodily harm to your male character, this is your girl. she’s got you. she still does need to drink blood, so *insert eyes emoji here*

bestie vibes

would love her to have some other wild ladies to vibe with

pls bring more res 8 characters thanks

she would love to see alicina/any of the other lords

hookups/flings/exes

cass is gay just as a first off, if a man ever gets close to cass’ bed, it’s because she’s eating them. but i’d definitely be down for some casual flirting and a few one night stands or something

roommates

not for nothing, she would be the roommate from hell and would not clean up after herself because that’s a maids job not her’s. she’s lady dimitrescu’s daughter, she does not touch laundry. but it would be a fun dynamic

slowburn relationship 

** again cass is a lesbian ** would definitely be open to discussing a long term ship. maybe someone who can kinda chill cassandra out, ground her, make her feel less chaotic and unhinged. this would take a long while, starting off as friends and growing into feelings since she definitely takes a long time to trust people that are not her sisters