#donna beneviento x y/n

[much2leite]

This is easily one of my favourite artworks of Donna and Angie.

Donna's eye. Donna hiding half of her face with Angie. Her hands and nails. Her dark hair. Her expression.

I can go on and on 🫠

Ufff this woman

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[shortstrawberry]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fr3sh-tragedies]

[Resident Evil Village] Donna Beneviento x Female Reader - "Attached"

[Requested]

Summary: Donna gradually manages to get used to how affectionate you can be. So much so that she starts to initiate forms of affection herself.

Word Count: 7.29k Content + Warnings: Slightly OOC Donna (and possibly Alcina), talks of insecurity and loneliness, language (?), brief allusions to sex

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[A/N]: I got a little carried away with some of the dialogue. This was just fun to write, honestly. I couldn't think of a good way to write the ending, so the pacing might seem a bit off. Also, I'm trying out a new banner for my stories, but I'm not sure if I'll keep it.

Enjoy!

Affection wasn’t something that was necessarily common in the Beneviento household. Even with her dolls there to keep her company over the years, Donna very seldom found herself being comforted by their small embraces, subconsciously reminding herself that they weren’t doing it of their own accord. Being reminded constantly of the fact she was in control of every action each doll made, she never truly felt as though there was love in them.

It had been so long since her parents had been around, and even though she was taken in under Miranda’s supposed care, not once in her lifetime did the priestess show her the affection, nor the approval, she had been desperately craving.

All throughout the rest of her childhood, adolescence, and most of her adulthood, Donna found herself alone. Even when she was surrounded by her “family” during meetings and other events, she could never seem to truly rid herself of the feeling of loneliness. She had convinced herself with time that she would be fine all alone – she deserved it, and it would be better for everyone anyway. As a result, she hardly ever left her home unless someone forced her to or if she had to visit the Duke for new supplies.

She grew accustomed to the silence in that cold manor, every unexpected sound causing her to panic until it passed. Improvising unfamiliar acts of affection was difficult to do on her own, which ultimately led her to create new dolls that were more mannequin-like that she could cradle or lean against when she felt particularly lonely. Some mannequins were designed specifically to be able to hold her close, and although she was immune to the effects of the pollen she used to cause hallucinations, she still managed to find a way to force a heartbeat and breathing that wasn’t there in order to bring herself some deluded sense of comfort.

Often, she ended up falling asleep cradled in the wooden arms of her creations, usually in the den on the couch, or on the sofa in the study during the middle of a movie. It was a rare occurrence for her to sleep in her own bed. It was too painful most nights to roll over and see the empty side of the bed, cold and lacking anyone there for her to wake up to in the morning. Most nights, she wouldn’t let herself sleep until she physically couldn’t stay awake any longer.

Because of all of this, her twenties dragged on for an eternity. 

Once she realized just how alone her younger sister was once she reached her early thirties, Alcina took it upon herself to send one of her best maids to the Beneviento household to provide her both with help around the house and some much needed company.

She hadn’t given any warning, only sent the poor girl out to the grounds in a carriage with a few other trusted servants to ensure she made it safely. Had she been sent to walk there instead, Donna would’ve taken notice immediately and likely killed the young woman. However, she recognized her sister’s carriage instantly and stopped herself from reacting too harshly. She answered the door herself when a knock echoed down the halls, assuming it was either Alcina herself or her daughters.

Frozen immediately at the sight of a stranger standing there at her doorstep, Donna found it impossible to speak. When you bowed your head and explained your situation, the Lady subtly motioned for Angie to answer for her, screaming at you, the stranger, and asking why there was no warning of your sudden appearance.

“Oh, my apologies, Lady Beneviento. I had assumed Lady Dimitrescu had called or sent a letter prior to my arrival. I hope I’m not intruding on anything important,” you had whispered, your voice so gentle and sincere that Donna couldn’t find it in herself to be entirely angry with you. ‘It wasn’t the poor girl’s fault,’ after all, it was Alcina’s, and she made a mental note to call her later and give her a piece of her mind.

Wordlessly, Donna lifted her hand as a gesture to stop talking, one in which you obeyed immediately. “You silly girl,” Angie screeched, laughing almost maniacally as she clambered to your legs and climbed to your shoulders. “You worked for the Big Hat Lady, didn’t you? Why would she send you here? Were you too useless around her crusty, old, gigantic castle?”

“Oh, no,” you answered with a small laugh, puzzling Donna on how calm you seemed to be. She reminded herself that you had probably seen far worse and more bizarre things while under Alcina’s reign. A talking doll was surely something unordinary, though there were deeper horrors out there that outweighed even the pure discomfort Angie brought to others.

“Nothing like that. I assure you I do my best.” Donna hummed, disinterested and unamused. Still, you continued. “If I’m being completely honest, I’m not entirely sure why she sent me here, but I’m sure she has a good reason. I was honestly hoping I would be able to ask if you knew why, but… well, it seems we’re both at a loss.”

You seemed so casual about everything: you weren’t uncomfortable standing in front of possibly the most feared Lord in the village, you didn’t seem scared or startled when Angie came bounding around the corner, and you weren’t trembling even a little bit under the unsettling views that surrounded you. As annoyed as she was with this sudden intrusion, Donna had to admit she was still a little intrigued by you.

Perhaps some good would come from your stay after all. It would certainly be a nice change to have more time to herself outside of her projects. If someone was there to help take care of the cleaning and organizing, she would have more peace. More effort could be put into her dolls, she would be able to spend more time reading and researching, and she wouldn’t be alone. Regardless of knowing she likely wouldn’t be able to bring herself to talk directly to you, it was still a comforting thought to know there would be someone there – someone she couldn’t control, but someone she could instead rely on to make things lighter on her shoulders.

A moment passed before she sighed, stepping aside and welcoming you almost unwillingly into her estate.

“Thank you, my Lady,” you murmured with another charming smile, lifting your suitcases and carrying them inside. Once the front door was closed, Donna turned to find you standing there, patiently waiting for your first order. “I’ll show you to your room,” Angie announced, still perched on your shoulders. Without getting down, she grabbed ahold of your sleeves and began yanking them in the direction she wanted you to go.

Biting back a small snicker at her motions, you followed her demands and made your way to the stairs, still clutching your bags in your hands. Donna watched until you disappeared into the guest room that used to be her bedroom as a child. She didn’t know you entirely – only caught glimpses of you occasionally during her visits to the castle – though she still hoped that old room would be suitable and you would find it comfortable here. Using Angie distracting you to her advantage, she made her way to the lift and lowered herself to the basement, where she found her landline and dialed her sister’s phone number with a practiced motion.

Two rings before Alcina picked up, and it seemed she already knew who had called.

“Donna, darling, before you start lecturing me, will you give me a chance to explain myself?” Snarling through her words, Donna agreed to stay silent and listen. “Yes, but it better be a good reason. You know very well how I feel about strangers.”

“I know you aren’t fond of new people, but I can assure you I sent that girl with the best intentions in mind. She’s one of my best maids: kind, obedient, very level-headed. I figured she would be a good fit for you. I–” “Scusi?” Donna interrupted, on the verge of hollering. “Oddio mio! Fai sempre quello che vuoi, ed è esasperante!” Before she could continue with her verbal tirade, her eldest sister interrupted once again, prompting her blood to boil further. “Donna, please listen to me, dear,” her voice was almost strained.

A small slipped past Lady Dimitrescu’s lips, almost silent from the other side of the phone. Donna could picture her pinching the bridge of her nose as she spoke – could see her brows furrowing and causing her skin to crease in disdain. “I promise you I will explain myself, but you must listen to the entirety of what I have to say.”

“Make it quick. If there’s no viable reason for that girl to be here, I will send her back immediately.”

“I’m explaining my reasons, if you’ll be patient with me for just a moment.”

When silence fell between them, Alcina took it as a sign of the doll-maker’s reluctant compliance. “I noticed over the years that you’ve been lacking any sort of assistance down in that manor of yours, amongst other things. I know you won’t enjoy hearing it, but you’re alone, Donna, terribly alone. Anyone can see it, that’s how painfully obvious it is. That can lead to horrible tricks from the mind. You shouldn’t have to do everything by yourself. Some company would do you good, even if it’s just a maid there to help keep things tidy. I worry about you, truly, but there’s so little I’m able to do for you if you won’t accept the help I give you.

“That’s why I’m asking you to give this arrangement a chance. A month, at most. If you still aren’t satisfied or comfortable with her being there with you by then, I will send for her return, but I would appreciate it if you tried.”

“Alcina–” Donna started, grunting in distrust.

“Only for a month. I’m in no way suggesting you try to court this girl or even grow close to her. Just be cordial so you’ll have someone there with you that you can rely on at any given moment. She’s kind, patient, and respectful of any person, which is why I assumed she would be a good fit for you. She won’t step over your boundaries or interfere with anything you’re struggling with unless you ask her to. Please, whether you’re ready or not, give her a chance.”

A brief moment passed where Donna could only part her lips, though no words would come forward. She wanted desperately to protest against what her sister had essentially thrown on her so unexpectedly, though some part of her – the loneliest part, she knew – wanted to have someone here with her. Her sister trusted you, and you hadn’t caused any trouble that resulted in reprimand while you were still under her care, so there was a chance you wouldn’t be a nuisance the way she thought just a moment before.

Her mind wandered without her realizing it, filling itself with every potential way of what could go wrong. Silently, she was grateful that the familiar, comforting voice of her sister filled the space once more. “Donna, dear? Are you willing to give her the opportunity to stay with you? I only ask a month of your patience on her behalf.”

“You promise you’ll have her leave if I’m not satisfied with her company by the end of the next month?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Cazzo,” she whispered under her breath, tilting her head away from the phone to hide her words further. Suppressing a small groan, Donna nodded her head, though she knew her sister couldn’t see her. “Fine, she has one month. Be prepared to have one of your carriages sent here by then.” A soft, satisfied hum escaped Alcina’s lips in response. “I’ll have one prepared in case things go awry, but I assure you that you’ll enjoy her company. I hardly wanted her to leave myself, which is why I’m entirely confident that the only reason I’ll need to see her again is when my daughters and I come to visit during the summer months. They’ll be thrilled to see her again either way.”

“If we’re done with this conversation, I’ll have to hang up. Since there was no warning that this girl would be showing up on my doorstep, I’ve made no plans on what she’s to do around here. I’ll have to come up with a few things as I go.” “Yes, I understand. I’ll call you again next month to check in and see how things are going. Does that sound alright with you?”

“Yes. Goodbye, Alcina.”

“Thank you, Donna,” was her only reply before Donna placed the phone down, refraining every part of herself that wanted to shatter it and toss the remains far away.

Just above, she winced at still being able to hear the shrillness in Angie’s voice, and she knew she’d have to join you and the mouthy doll soon enough. To give herself a moment to breathe and steel her nerves, she took the time to straighten out her veil and suck in a deep breath. It took more effort than she would’ve liked to admit to force her legs to carry her back to the lift and not collapse beneath her as she stepped inside, turning hesitantly to tap the arrow and send herself back to the main floor.

When she arrived, Angie was already making her way to the elevator door, cackling as she tugged your hand so you’d follow her. “Donna, the silly girl told me she knows how to play piano! Isn’t that great? Now you’ll have someone else to sit with you and keep you company while you make new friends!” Scowling down at the doll, Donna shook her head, though she didn’t have a chance to speak before you did.

“Angie,” you started, chuckling at the doll’s antics, “I don’t want to impose on anything. I’m sure she’d prefer your company over mine. She seems far more comfortable with you.” Somehow, in the short amount of time you had been left alone with her, you had managed to get on Angie’s good side, which was made evident when you crouched down and lifted the doll into your arms. A smile painted your lips, even as you looked back at Donna.

“Now that you’re back, I was wondering what you’d like me to do around the house. I’m willing to do whatever you need.” Taking some time to think of what needed to be done, Donna made a small motion with her hand, silently asking you to follow her back into the small study. Angie, once you were close enough to the sofa, leaped out of your arms and landed on one of the cushions, excitedly bouncing up and down and causing you to chuckle again.

The Lady sauntered to the desk tucked on the far wall and slid the top drawer open. Her hand dipped into the small drawer and plucked a sheet of paper from a stack, as well as a pen, which she then placed onto the surface of the desk, pushing the drawer until it closed. As you wandered over to join her, she scribbled out a list of chores for you to do, adding a small note at the base of the sheet. When she turned and handed it to you, your eyes immediately scanned over her neat handwriting, specifically the words formed at the bottom. ‘Under no circumstances will you go to the basement.’

She stayed there, standing rigid as a board and staring at you expectantly. “Thank you, my Lady,” you suddenly blurted, that gleeful smile never faltering. Surprised, she blinked. She had partially expected you to question why the basement was off limits, then reminded herself yet again of all you had likely witnessed at her sister’s. “I’ll get started right away. Angie,” some part of her felt disheartened when you turned away to plant your focus back on the small doll still hopping on the sofa.

“Will you be keeping Lady Beneviento company?” From behind her veil, Donna’s eye shot over to Angie, awaiting her answer. “Nah,” the small doll replied, stilling her movements on the cushion and making a dismissive motion with her hand. “I’ve got to make sure you do everything right, after all! Besides, Donna has her other friends to keep her company.” “Other friends?” “The other dolls, silly girl!”

“Oh, I see. I’ll have to meet them sometime.” Donna couldn’t resist clenching her jaw tightly at your words. “Are you mocking her?” Angie accused, now speaking for Donna as she crossed her arms. “No, of course not,” you answered truthfully. It didn’t seem you noticed how thick the tension had grown. If you had, you certainly didn't pay it any mind. “Dolls can be friends. I’d be happy to meet them someday, if you’d allow me to, my Lady.” You turned to her again, and she couldn’t help but fall motionless at the sincerity in your eyes.

You truly weren’t mocking her.

There was no hint of judgment or sarcasm in your tone, nor did it seem like you were saying it out of duress. You were being honest.

Unsure of how to respond, she could only offer you a simple nod, one that would’ve gone unnoticed if you hadn’t been staring directly at her.

Again, you smiled at her without a shred of fear, another gesture she would have to grow used to.

“I’ll get started now. Is there anything specific you’d like me to prepare for dinner?” At that, Angie shook her head rapidly. “No, no, Donna will cook, not you!” A little puzzled, you looked over at the doll-maker yet again. “Would you prefer to cook?” Another wordless nod was sent your way. “Okay, well… in that case, I’m excited to see what you’ll make.”

Then you left the room, still cradling Angie in your arms and entertaining her endless banter. With the list clasped in your hand, you began working around the house, cleaning, tidying, and organizing everything you were instructed to. By the time dinner was served, it was clear you were exhausted, though you made no comment on it. Instead, you were given a plate of one of Donna’s favorite dishes to prepare, left to eat it on your own accord in the dining room.

Donna, still adjusting to the idea of having someone else in the house with her, insisted she’d eat alone in her workshop down in the basement, which was still off limits to you.

Angie was there to keep you company and let Donna know what was happening. The doll-maker couldn’t bite back her prideful grin when you raved about how delicious her cooking was, cleaning your plate off in record time. You were visibly relieved and excited when you learned that she would be cooking every meal herself.

This routine continued over the next month. You’d be given a new list of chores to do for the day, meet briefly with Donna in the kitchen until breakfast, lunch, or dinner was ready, eat alone in the dining room, then carry on with your duties until you were finished. A few days in, Donna had taken notice of how quickly you managed to complete your given tasks, watching with curiosity as you tried to create ways to entertain yourself.

Angie wasn’t always there with you to keep you company, so you had to find new things to do on your own without overstepping your bounds. It didn’t take long before Donna gave you free reign of everywhere but the basement. You were allowed to pick any book you could find throughout the house, could prepare your own snacks in the kitchen, could watch a film if you desired, you were allowed to do pretty much anything once you were finished working for the day.

Donna had forgotten about her scheduled call with Alcina, hardly even giving it a second thought at first when she heard her sister’s voice over the phone. “Donna, dear, how have things been?” Humming, the doll-maker shrugged to herself. “Things have been good here. How are things with you?” “I’m doing well, thank you.”

A long, drawn out silence followed, one in which Donna grew increasingly confused. Finally, Alcina cleared her throat, audibly expectant of something specific from her younger sister. “Well? Do I need to send for her?”

“Hm? Send for who?”

An exasperated sigh greeted her. “The girl, Donna. The maid I sent to you a month ago?”

“Oh, yes, of course. Her.”

“Do I need to send for her?”

She paused, staring blankly at the ground. Off and on throughout the weeks, she had been preparing herself to scold her sister for even having the idea in the first place. She thought of the few choice words she would sneer at her as she snarled out her demands to make you leave at once. The entirety of the past month had been expected to be a living hell, though after she thought to herself for a moment, she realized that hadn’t been the reality at all.

You had been incredibly helpful, never failing to be courteous and respectful with the special charm only you seemed to have. The manor had never been so clean, not even when Donna was a child and still had her parents to help out around the house. No matter how strenuous it was, you ensured you’d clean every part of each room from top to bottom, never missing a spot.

Angie had grown to like you on top of everything, which was a hard goal to achieve. Not once had you treated the doll unfairly. You always joined in on her tea parties, kept her company when Donna needed to be alone, cracked jokes without scolding her for her unruly sense of humor, and overall treated her kindly.

Kind. That’s what you were.

Even towards Donna herself, you never seemed to hold any sense of resentment or disregard for her comfort or security. You’d learned to read her body language alone to know if she was in the mood for chatting, and even on the rare occurrence where she voiced her own thoughts without using Angie, you didn’t pressure her to say more when she fell silent. There was an understanding, it seemed, one that didn’t need to be pointed out to know it was shared.

She was insecure, that much was obvious. Still, you were as patient with her as you were with Angie, and that was something she’d never be able to understand. She was appreciative of how you treated her – seeing her as who she is rather than fearing her every move. In the beginning, she had grown nauseated at the idea of someone convincing you to leave her each time you left to retrieve supplies from the village.

She didn’t understand why she was so anxious over the possibility of you leaving because of her. After all, she was the one who had been on the verge of begging Alcina to take you away. It seemed you had grown on her in such a short amount of time. It was a hard thing to admit to herself, especially as she stood in that hallway on the phone, but she liked you. She enjoyed your company, regardless of the fact she rarely had the courage to speak with you on her own.

She didn’t want you to leave. She couldn’t let you.

“Donna?”

Forcing a small shaky breath to steady herself, Donna was brought back to the present at the sound of her sister’s voice. “No, you won’t need to send for her.”

Alcina chuckled on the other side of the line. “I told you you’d enjoy her company. She’s quite a sweet girl, isn’t she?”

“Sweet, yes. She’s very kind, even to Angie,” Donna murmured, ensuring her voice lowered itself for the last comment. Another gentle laugh greeted her ear. “Well, take good care of her for me, will you? She’s very dear to my daughters, as well as myself. It will be quite a hard task to find a maid as valued as her.” A soft smile graced the doll-maker’s lips. It was rather calming to know her sister thought so highly of you. It lowered the chance of you somehow ending up hurt if you ever joined her on a trip to the castle.

“I promise you she’ll be happy here,” was her reply, voice thick with reassurance and sincerity.

And she kept true to her word, constantly finding new ways to keep you content and even opening herself up to you. It surely took time, however. You hadn’t been given the opportunity to see her face uncovered until you had already lived there for two years. She had led you into her workshop in the basement, requesting for you to tidy things up after she had realized she had neglected the cleanliness of the room for too long.

As you cleaned, Donna returned to her projects, propping up a doll and a few pieces of cloth. A small notebook laid beside the doll, filled with different measurements she’d need for its clothing. It only took a few minutes before you heard her cursing under her breath. When you turned from the desk you had been dusting, you found her holding the notebook almost taut against her veiled face, clearly struggling to read what she had written.

“Lady Beneviento, are you alright?” You had asked, cautiously moving to stand beside the table she was standing at. Her head perked up, turning to you as if she hadn’t realized she had spoken aloud. “Yes,” she stammered, glancing back down at the small notepad, “I’m just used to putting my veil away while I work here. It’s why I haven’t let you down here with me before. I’m afraid I can’t see my writing very well with it on.” A nod was your reply, though you eventually moved to tidy up the desk again.

“Well,” you started, turning away, “you’re still free to take your veil off, of course. Please don’t let my presence here with you stop you from working comfortably.” She shook her head, more to herself than you. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’d only scare you away with the hideous monstrosity I hide.” “I can assure you, my Lady, you won’t scare me. I’ve seen horrendous things both in Lady Dimitrescu’s and Lord Moreau’s domains. Besides, if you’re anything like your portrait by the stairs, I highly doubt you have a hideous monstrosity hidden away beneath that veil. You must be just as beautiful.”

Although she stood dumbfounded at your blunt choice of words for what felt like an eternity, you were soon greeted with a scoff. “You’re a fool to believe such a thing. You know nothing of me.” You turned to her then. Seeing the look of pure confusion and what seemed like betrayal contorting your features nearly made her regret her words instantly. “But… Lady Beneviento, I do know you. These past two years–”

“Stai zitto.”

Your small journey to return to her side was cut short at her harsh tone. Such a plain-spoken phrase, laced purely with a concoction of venom and insecurity. You couldn’t bring yourself to move any closer. “All you know of who I am has come solely from those wretched villagers who smear my name through the mud at every given opportunity. They’ve painted a portrait of me, and it’s been glazed over time and time again with their harsh judgment. That portrait is not me, nor is the one you claim to find beautiful.”

Her breathing grew ragged as she spoke, voice leaping in volume as she recalled every rumor that found its way floating through the village like a fog. A short moment passed before she had to drop the notebook onto the table. Her hands were shaking far too violently for her to hold it comfortably.

“Cazzo,” she hissed, clutching at her palms and squeezing them tightly together in a futile attempt to steady them. Finally regaining your courage, you stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder only for it to be slapped away. “Non toccarmi!” With your hands held up in surrender, you allowed yourself a brief moment to choose your words carefully. “Please, my Lady, listen to me.”

A mocking laugh met your words, Donna now turned to you with her arms crossed. You could see how her nails dug into her sleeves and skin to a painful degree. “I have no reason to listen to you,” she retorted coldly. “I know that, my Lady, but I’m only asking for a short amount of your time. Will you hear me out?”

Had you been able to see past her veil, you would’ve seen how her eye narrowed as it focused on you – would’ve seen her brow furrowing deeply and creasing her skin – and you would’ve seen her lips pulling themselves tightly back into a scowl. Regardless of being unable to see such things riddling her face, you could tell from her tense figure that she was truly uncomfortable. Even so, when she made no effort to decline again, you parted your lips to speak once again.

“I know you must think that I’ve followed and believed every rumor there is out in the village related to you, but I assure you I’ve never paid any mind to such unnecessary lies. I’ve seen you, and I’ve seen how you treat others, even if Angie is the one to speak for you. During my time at the castle, I was able to watch when you’d spend time with Lady Dimitrescu or her daughters. It was clear there was some tension with your sister whenever you’d speak to her about your meetings with Mother Miranda, but you always treated her kindly.

“I couldn’t understand why the other maids feared you each time you’d come to visit. I still don’t understand. You’re everything the villagers claimed you aren’t. You’re a kind soul, my Lady, and you’ve only continued to show me that with every passing day I’ve stayed here. When I grew bored after finishing my tasks for the day, you and Angie would help me find a way to entertain myself. You’ve provided me with shelter, food, security, and a type of friendship I’d never thought I’d find.” Slowly, you took her hands from her arms and cradled them in your own, watching as the pads of your thumbs grazed soothingly over the backs of her knuckles. She stiffened, though she didn’t pull away.

“I promise you that, regardless of whatever you may think is bad enough to keep hidden even in the safety of your own home, I will never judge you for who you truly are. There’s nothing you could do to make me turn away from you.” Silence became tension once again, though you weren’t sure if it was caused by your words or your close proximity to the doll-maker.

You didn’t pull away, instead standing there and waiting for any kind of reply from her, even if she were to shove you away. Surprise flooded your senses when you felt her hands finally shift in yours to comfortably squeeze them back in return. “You’re an incredibly naive woman,” she mumbled, though there was only affection in her voice. It was clear she was smiling as she spoke. You smiled back at her.

Hesitating, you wondered if it would be acceptable for you to ask her to remove her veil. As though she could hear your thoughts, she slipped her hands out from yours, lifting them to her veil and toying with the hem. When she paused, you glanced back up at her with curiosity. “Would you mind turning around for a moment?” You nodded and obeyed instantly without a word, turning on your heel and waiting patiently for her to let you turn her way again.

It only took a moment for her to shuffle a bit behind you before you were granted permission to face her. When you did, you smiled at the sight of her veil pinned partially away from her face, only revealing half of the same face you saw each day when you’d pass her portrait.

“I was right. You’re beautiful.”

You had managed to gain enough of her trust for her to reveal the healthier side of herself, though it took even longer to see that part of her consistently. Another two years flashed by. You had grown rather close to Donna, so much so that you were finally allowed to address her by her name, and she sat you down in her room one night for a talk. It was then that the whole of her veil was finally removed and set aside. Putting every bit of her trust in you in that moment, she showed you the worst part of her – the part she despised the most.

She had expected anything but the reaction you had. As she built up her courage over time, she had imagined you losing every ounce of color in your face, your skin growing clammy. She pictured you screaming or groaning in utter disgust. She even envisioned you treating her like the monster she was and running for your life, leaving her all alone again.

But you did none of those things. You smiled at her so kindly, and it was a shock to her system to see the adoration in your eyes only grow at the sight of her. “My god,” you whispered, lifting your hands and cradling her face in them without hesitation. It was impossible for her to hide the crimson reddening her face at your actions, affection still an entirely foreign concept to her. “You’re just as stunning as I figured, Donna.”

A quiet laugh escaped her as she shook her head as much as she could in your hold. “I’ll never understand how you find everything beautiful.”

Even as she protested against how genuine you were being, some part of her finally felt at ease. She had shown you her biggest vulnerability, and you were still desperate to stay by her side. Each time she took her veil off in your company, you were nothing but positive, tossing out compliment after compliment in her direction.

Soon, she could be found lingering around the house as she worked, lacking her veil on most days. She’d tug it back on if the Dimitrescus came for a visit or if she had another family meeting with Mother Miranda and her siblings, but she found it far too comfortable when she was alone with you to hide herself away. With time, her trust in you grew alongside her endearment, and it didn’t take long for her to understand what her feelings for you were. She denied them for months, but Angie eventually scolded her for being so cowardly, expressing her annoyance with seeing just how hopeless Donna was on her own.

She spent time – weeks leading to months – trying to conjure up a plan on how she could let you know of her feelings. There were so many things she wanted to try, wanting to ensure her confession was genuine and romantic.

However, none of those plans came to light. Her feelings were made known purely by chance.

You had invited her to watch a movie that Angie had picked out from the Duke’s cart. She accepted with glee, thrilled just as she always was when you made an effort to include her in your plans. With her help, you set up the film and flipped on the projector before planting yourself on the sofa and making yourself comfortable. Donna watched fondly as you bundled up underneath a soft blanket and grabbed the bowl of popcorn you and Angie had prepared ahead of time.

With a smile, she joined you on the couch, albeit leaving a few inches of space between you to avoid coming across as too bold. She let herself lean against the back of the sofa, resting her head against the cushioning with a content sigh as her gaze focused forward on the film. As the movie progressed, you shared a few words with her, though – much to Angie’s dismay – it quickly turned into playful banter, something that had become a common occurrence.

Already knowing where things were headed, Angie snuck out of the room without notice. At one point, Donna moved closer with one of her teasing remarks, her hand sliding to you and resting on your hip without much thought. You didn’t refuse her touch, nor did you seem uncomfortable. You seemed rather inviting with her affection. You made it clear that you didn’t mind when you pulled her into your arms and practically cocooned her with the blanket.

She yelped in surprise at first, but you both burst into fits of giggles immediately after. Her laughter settled before yours, and she was left to gaze up at you, eye stricken with so much love that she was sure you could see hearts in it. Her smile was warm when you calmed yourself and stared back down at her. Curiosity sparked in her for a moment, wondering if you could feel her heart hammering heavily against her ribs as clearly as she could hear it in her ears, though it was diminished and replaced with the all-too-familiar feeling of need and desperation.

No other words had to be shared, she knew. It was clear from the small gleam in your eyes that you were needing her just as badly as she needed you in that moment. Surprisingly keeping her composure, Donna leaned up until she hovered above you, leaving you to feel her breath on your lips as they brushed against hers. One look back at you let her know everything was okay, and she finally allowed herself to close the gap, sighing in satisfaction at the feeling of being so close to you.

Every urge and ounce of desperation for intimacy that had built up over the years finally melted away peacefully that night and was instead replaced by the love that swelled up in her heart. As you laid in her arms, head resting against her bare chest as you slowly caught your breath again, she tilted her head down and pressed another feather-like kiss to the top of your head. When you turned to look up at her, she smiled.

“I love you.”

The next several days that followed, those three words were shared between you and Donna on a near-constant basis. They were heard so frequently that Angie insisted she carry a blanket or pillow around to cover her ears with, whining each time you or the doll-maker made a flirty or corny comment to the other. Donna had essentially attached herself to your side, always wanting to be where you were and vice versa. When you’d end up alone in a separate room, it wouldn’t take long for her to find you and join you in whatever you were doing.

A week after her confession, she’d unwillingly headed off to another family meeting. You had to convince her that morning to get up for the day. She clung to you in bed, groaning and whining anytime you tried to pull away, until you ultimately managed to wake her up properly with the promises of those kisses she adored so much. Reluctantly, she got dressed after a quick shower and wandered downstairs with you, where you peppered her face in kisses before helping her put her veil on, watching with a smile as Angie hopped into her arms once she made it to the front door.

You waved goodbye to her as she left, then returned to bed to rest for a while longer. After waking up only a couple of hours later, you trudged to the lift, then across the house until you made it into the kitchen, which only caused your stomach to growl loudly in anticipation. Rummaging through the cabinets and pantry resulted in you finding a small box of pasta and several herbs and spices to add to it. It didn’t take long to collect everything you needed before you found yourself standing by the stove, chopping up your chosen ingredients with a practiced ease.

After accumulating everything onto the small cutting board, you shifted carefully to the stovetop, where you then began scraping the chopped up herbs into the pot of boiling water, then placed the board to the side as you grabbed the spices and sprinkled them in.

Shortly after setting the pasta into the pot, you heard the front door open and shut. Immediately after, Angie’s quick footsteps echoed throughout the house until they eventually vanished upstairs. You hummed and smiled to yourself. She was most likely looking for you. “Tesoro?” Donna’s voice called out gently, helping you realize she was still by the front door. Heavier but slower footsteps were heard rounding the corner and nearing the entrance to the kitchen, ones in which you recognized right away. You turned to look at her when she walked in, smiling gleefully when you saw her veil had already been removed, fully allowing you to see how her eye lit up and her lips tugged upwards into a smile at the sight of you.

“Hey,” you whispered, voice still thick with fatigue. “You’re home.” She nodded, sauntering to stand behind you and plant her hands firmly on your hips, leaning forward to let her lips graze over the side of your neck. “I missed you,” she murmured against your skin, smiling when you chuckled. “You were only gone for a couple of hours.” “Yes, but I wasn’t exactly thrilled to leave this morning, if you recall. Those damned meetings are never useful anyway. I’m not sure why Mother Miranda insists we have them. It always just ends with Alcina and Karl arguing.”

Humming in thought, you slipped your hands down to rest on top of hers, briefly lifting one to peck the backs of her knuckles before lowering it to rest on your hip again. “Well, it’s over now, so you can relax again. You’re home.”

A sigh slipped past her lips as she moved to pull you back until you rested comfortably against her front, allowing her to wrap her arms around you properly. Again, her face returned to hide in the comfort of your skin, her lips pressed gently against your shoulder. Far before you ever arrived at her home, she had gone to countless family meetings, all of which ended the same: returning to the manor with a throbbing headache that she would have to deal with all alone.

She supposed she owed thanks to her older sister for introducing you into her life. Next time, she promised herself, she would tell her how grateful she was, but for now, she only wanted to cradle you in her arms and let all the stress and tension from the day melt away. You were the very thing that made this place a home – you were her home. Never again would she have to worry about isolation, nor would she dread returning to the estate each time she left, the cold, empty silence a long-forgotten memory now that she had you.

Humming, she hid herself further against you, allowing her eye to fall shut as she took in everything about you that never failed to bring her comfort and peace. She nodded.

“Yes. Now that I have you in my arms again, I am.”

Thanks for the all of the support, by the way!

Started on: November 7th, 2024 Finished on: November 18th, 2024

[horeformilfs]

Lullaby

Donna Beneviento x Fem!Reader

TW: Depression

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ilovedonnabeneviento]

Istg she ain't be paying attention to shit but we love her anyway

[ladybathoryy]

Donna but Beneviento

Donna but Gothic

Donna but "The ring"

Donna but finally made Angie shut up

Donna but Cooler

Donna but Among us

Donna but suddenly everybody names is Elena.

[cessairjinx]

The Doll Maker - Donna Beneviento

(crd)

[alcinas-big-ass-simp]

~ Donna Beneviento with a haunted doll Reader ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[much2leite]

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

[rosestarlightkatarina]

[shortstrawberry]

Can’t imagine Donna doing anything but throwing absolute hands when Miranda comes to reset the timeline - Miranda will come for MC, that much is given, but if the timeline is being reset anyway- why wouldn’t Donna go down fighting? MC is hers and here alone even if miranda doesn’t think so

Donna was furiously pacing the bedroom, her hands clenching and unclenching in frustration.

Her eyes kept on going towards you, taking in a measure of calmness from your peaceful sleeping form. For a moment, the florist came to a pause, just openly admiring how beautiful you looked sleeping in her bed.

That's right. Her bed. Donna Beneviento's bed.

But in next few weeks, you might go in someone else's bed. The two years are coming to a close.

In a few days, Donna knows the timeline would be reset. The florist would again go back to being a stranger, just your roommate's auntie.

Donna cannot bear that. Not after taking a bite out of heaven itself. After these two years with you, how can she just go back to being no one to you.

Donna's pale hands clenched in her fist, her jaw becoming tight with jealous and possessive rage. That megalomaniac bitch will take you away from her. Just the thought was ready to send Donna to a rage furious enough to march up to the tall tower of the Headmistress and plunge her spade in that damn smirking face.

But no, this needs a finer approach. Donna took a deep breath she has prepared for this. She knows the one thing that Miranda holds dearer then even you.

Her daughter. And Donna did not just twiddle her thumbs and do nothing in past two years.

If it takes threatening a child's birth to keep you to her... Donna will do it

She is not giving you up, come what may.

[thewritersaddictions]

Blurb: Resident 8- Love Language

Karl Heisenberg

Karl's love language is Acts of Service

For Karl it's hard for him to talk or really express anything when it comes to love. He tries for your sake. He had really had, and that's when he lands on instead of saying he loves you Karl can always show you how much he truly love you. It's starts off with little things around the workshop. things that you had complained that you were out of, or were even missing in your day to day life.

Then it started to get bigger. Karl started to create things for you. Little trinkets of your favorite animals, or things that he had found around the factory that he would either gift to you or made him think of you. He even from time to time will venture out and return with countless amounts of buttercup flowers.

Karl's has a few favorite nicknames for you. Bonnie was the first nickname he called you when the two of your first met. It was a way to piss you off. Driving you over the edge because you were sure what this man was yet. It drove him crazy when you started to fall in love with the nickname Bonnie, so when Kalr started to fall for your the nickname changed to Libeling (German for Darling), a sweet endearment that Karl hadn't said in years, or frankly to anyone else around him. "Libeling can you get me that hammer over there." He said one day. It had nearly slipped out of his mouth without even thinking. "What's Libeling?" You asked a few days later. He thought for moment, an expression of doubt and worry behind the older harsh lines on his face. "Well in English it's Darling." He answered a gruffness behind his words. You couldn't help smile even if he was already walking away from the conversation. The third and the most recent he had started calling you was Buttercup. In almost every conversation instead of your name coming out it was Buttercup. "Buttercup, will you come with me to Mother Mirandas meeting today?" ... "Buttercup can you fetch me that." He'd say pointing over in a general area. You loved the feeling that he had gotten so comfortable with you he wasn't saying your name anymore.

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Alaina Dimitrescu's love language is gift giving.

After the initial few that she might string you up and drain you of your blood, it's easier to see Alcina for the person she truly is. A wealthy women hidden behind a facade of scariness. But for the reality of who Alcina was. She was the most caring and loving person out there. That you had met at least. She loved to dress you up and give you all the things you would never be able to find out in the real world.

From a whole new wardrobe, to all the supplies you could ever need in whatever you loved to do. If iy was Art then she had all the best frame, paints, and brushes were at your disposal. If you enjoyed the master of writing then there was a typewriter in your room within the day, with lots and lots of paper to help you along the way. Anything your heart desired she was willing to give to you. Anything that money could buy her, you had.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's had some favorite nickname for you. Some would say that the only thing that Alcina Dimitrescu would name a person would be her pet. They all saw her as the uppity personality who walked around thinking shows better than everyone else.

She did seem that way, but when she came up with nicknames for you she was drowned in love and hope. So, Alcina called you her sweetness. She may have tricked you once or twice to let her lap up the blood that came out of her small wounds from your sewing accidents. Bubba, she loved this one. She wasn't sure how it came about, but watching your cheeks get red with embarrassment as she said it in front of her three daughter made her chuckle every single time. "Bubba come sit in my lap for me." She said, her daughter surrounding her like flies. You were shy to walk over. But she was quick to hush any concern away from your face as she gave you sloppy kiss. Dragging you far away from the thoughts of her children or your embarrassment.

Ethan Winters

Ethan's love language is Physical Touch

Ethan after everything he's endure can't help but want to protect you. So for him that leans into being a physical person. He's sure to keep you in his eye no matter what's happening around him. Ethan's got some bad paranoia just based on the events that have happened to him. Regarding to anything else Ethan Winters is the sweetest and most loving man you have ever met. He's always there for you, and the two of you have no secrets. Telling each other everything, is important base for the two of you. Ethan doesn't want you to feel like you can't come to him, and you don't want Ethan to feel like he can't come to you with anything. Overall you guys are a lovesick couple who can't seem to get enough of each other. (You're the couple that everyone else around is like 'get a fucking room already')

Ethan's got a few nicknames for you. Ethan loves giving nicknames it's just a thing he does. If you guys have kids, except that he won't use their birth names unless they have gotten themselves in trouble. For you on the other hand there are a hand full of nicknames he uses during a daily basics. As always it's sweet with Ethan, in front of his coworkers, or your friends it's always "Love, can you pass me the drink menu" If you guys have to go to a work related dinner for either of you, or "You just have to tell them what happened this weekend, love!" When Ethan and you are at dinner, or even at home drinking your favorite bottle of wine the nicknames changes. "Darlin' do you mind get up and getting me another glass of wine." He'll ask you, there something about the draw of his word that makes him that much more sexy. Then there's the one that Ethan only uses when in the bedroom, when his soul focus is on you. Making you feel the great high. "You're mine right? Say it Y/n, say you're mine." It always comes out in a blur of words that he ends up spewing out. you can't help but egg him on "Yes, Yes Ethan I'm yours. Only yours."

Chris Redfield

Chris's love language is Quality Time.

Because Chris is gone for long periods of time it's hard for things to be concrete around the two of you. So, when he is home it's nothing but you had him spending time together. Cuddling, and watching movies under fur blankets he buys while out on missions. And sex, there's a lot of sex when he get's home. And honestly you hate when he leaves but love when he comes home. He acts like a savage, tearing clothes and braking things to just get to your bare skin. He leaves the best marks that take months to go away. He calls them reminds of his love for you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Chris has a few favorite nicknames for you. He calls you tootsie when he first gets home from missions. He squeezes you tight in hugs that you can't imagine life without. Nights where you guys comes home and tear each other clothe off he calls you Hot Stuff, he drowns himself in you. And Only if he comes home with a storm cloud above his heads were he's had a partially rough couple of days, weeks, or months does he call you sweets. He just needs something to hang on to during those times and you're it for him

Donna Beneviento

Donna's love language is Acts of service.

Donna loves giving you things, or making you things. You run out of clothes that you loved or miss from the modern world. She there sewing all night to create new things out of your old clothes. You need something comforting she creating long pages of what she loves to call 'art'. She gives you little dolls that creates in your image. She get's almost every detail right, and can't help but give them to you. You're really starting to race up to heron the amount of dolls you have.

Donna has a few favorite nicknames for you. She's only got a few things she calls you. You're her honey. "Honey, would mind bringing me some thread when you come back from town?" She'll ask before kissing your temple and walking down to her room. And beautiful, as much as Donna has a hard time calling herself beautiful she love to let you know just how beautiful you are to her. Nearly every day without fail she calls you beautiful.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore's love language is physical touch.

He can't help that Miranda was so cruel to him. he yearns for the touching and for the words that are spoken between hushed breathes. He yearns for your hands to slip between his. You keep him from freaking out and going full mold. You help him in so many ways just by simply holding him down to the earth's surface. He can't help but fall in love with you overnight when kiss his forehead the first day you met him. It awakens something in him, something mother Miranda could and would never do.

You show him everything that nobody was ever willing to do. You show him the meaning behind love, and the meaning behind falling in love. He can't help but wanna be next to you all the time forever, and for you it's right where you wanna be. Because well Salvatore makes you feel like you're meant to be there.

Salvatore's grown to have a few favorite nicknames for you. At first he calls you his Angel. you have lighten up his world, let him see in 4k so much that why wouldn't you be his Angel. If he wished on a star he would have wished for you. After a few months go by the initial fears wear off, he starts to call you his starlight. You don't understand why until he explain it you. "You are the most brightest and truest thing in my life. I know that you no matter what will always be there for me. And that's why you're my starlight, Y/n." He says, his face is contorted into a half smile and half of fears rejection but it's easily pushed away from you hug and kiss him softly. He calls you puppy by year two of your relationship. "Puppy, will you comes with me to gather experiments from mother miranda today?" He asks, he's dressed and ready to go but he'll wait for you any day of the week. Or other time's it's a simple. "Puppy, I love you so much." As he nuzzle himself further into your hold. It's very endearing for both of you.

Completed on: 01/06/23

Posted on: 01/06/23

Resident Evil 8-

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Muse

[Resident Evil: Village] Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: Slight angst (i.e. Embarrassment, Abandonment Issues, Anxiety)

[A/N]: Thank you so much for all of the support on my previous two posts! This is the last short story I'll write for Donna for now, but only because I'm wanting to write for all three of the Dimitrescu sisters next. :P

Enjoy!

Donna stepped into the room, balancing a tray carrying two cups of tea as Angie bundled herself in the other arm. “Here’s your tea, [Y/N],” she mumbled softly as she lowered the tray far enough for her to reach the cup nearest to her. The girl smiled up at her, taking a cup with a small “thanks,” and sipping it slowly before gently placing it on the coffee table in front of her. She picked her pencil up from her lap and began sketching something in her sketchbook. Donna walked to the opposite side of the sofa and sat down, putting the tray down on the table and taking her own cup to drink from.

Angie wriggled out from her hold and made an attempt to run over to peek at [Y/N]’s drawing before Donna caught hold of her and tugged her back into her lap. “Angie, behave,” she warned quietly. The small doll glared up at her and huffed. “But she never shows us her drawings!” She spun back around and crossed her arms, sneering at [Y/N].  “Do you suck at art or something?” Donna sighed and tugged her closer to her chest. “Angie–” Soft laughter cut her off, and she turned to find [Y/N] giggling.

“It’s okay, Donna. My younger cousin used to act this way all the time. Angie, to answer your question: I don’t think I’m great at art, but I’m sure I don’t suck at it. I’ve been doodling and sketching ever since I could hold a pen. I’ve had a lot of practice. Although…” She trailed off, picking at one of the corners of the paper she had been drawing on. Feeling expectant eyes still on her, she looked back up. “Although what?” “Well, after all of the experiments started to go wrong in the Village, and all the Lycans started showing up, I was too busy trying to survive to keep drawing. I didn’t sketch or paint anything for over three years until I came here.” Donna’s head tilted. “What inspired you to start drawing again?” At that, [Y/N]’s face went red. She swallowed the lump in her throat before a nervous laugh slipped through her lips. “Oh, well–”

Donna’s hands flew up in defense, waving them dismissively as a concerned expression crossed her features. “Oh, you don’t have to tell us if it’s private! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” [Y/N] smiled at her weakly. “Thank you. I just found a reason to keep working once I realized I’m safe here,” she responded fondly as she motioned towards the room they were in.

A shocked but relieved look took over Donna’s face. She couldn’t help but smile. “I’m…I’m glad you feel safe in our home.” They beamed at each other, neither one saying anything as they stared. Angie, wanting to be the center of attention, reached her left arm up and grabbed a loose strand of Donna’s hair, tugging it hard. Donna hissed in slight pain and flickered her gaze down to the wooden doll on her lap. “Angie, stop it,” she scolded. “Why? The two of you are making me sick with this cheesy romance shit!” At those words, both Donna and [Y/N]’s faces went beet red, and they averted their gaze from each other. “A-Angie, don’t say such embarrassing things. And watch your language,” the doll-maker whispered.

Angie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms once more. “Whatever. [Y/N], can I have a piece of paper?” [Y/N], confused, flipped to a blank sheet and carefully tore it out. “Uh, sure. What for?” “I want to draw something so you can see a real artist’s work.” As [Y/N] handed her the sheet, she and Donna couldn’t help but chuckle at Angie as she snatched it from her hand and climbed off of the sofa to sit at the coffee table. She made the motion of snapping before reaching her arm back expectantly. “I need something to draw with.” Donna sighed and stood up, but [Y/N] was quick to stop her. “No, it’s okay. I can grab something for her. I need to use the restroom anyway.”

Donna nodded and sat back down, watching as [Y/N] placed her sketchbook down on the table before heading out of the den and down the hall to the nearest restroom. She sighed softly, turning to look down at Angie before her gaze trailed over to the sketchbook nearby, which she hadn’t realized had been left open. Her body froze as she studied the drawing–silently hoping Angie hadn’t noticed it. Before she could, Donna reached over and picked up the small book, bringing it closer to herself to shield it from the doll’s eyes, though she couldn’t tear her own away from it. It wasn’t finished by any means, but it was obvious that the drawing was of herself. It was almost an exact copy of her portrait hanging in the front room above the stairs.

She gulped, flipping back to the previous page.

Another drawing of her. It was a page full of quick studies of Donna, each one carrying a different expression and tone. One was her with a concentrated look on her face–likely one she was wearing while making dinner for the two of them, or clothes for a doll she had been working on recently. Another was of her tilting her head with a curious gaze, reminding her of when [Y/N] told a joke a few days prior that took her far too long to understand. And the third was a closer image of her laughing. Her face reddened. She brought one hand forward to swat at Angie, who had barely turned to her. “Angie, go stand by the doorway. Let me know when [Y/N] is coming back,” she instructed hurriedly.

“What? Why?” “Please just go.” Angie groaned, but she still trotted over to the doorway and peeked out around the frame. Her words fell upon deaf ears as Donna began flipping further back in the sketchbook. Each page was a drawing of her–some simple doodles, whereas others were fully complete pieces.

On the blank sides of most of the sketches–the ones that weren’t finished–there were little notes that either criticized something [Y/N] thought she could do better on, or short notes on what she might like to add if she came back to finish them. Her heart hammered in her chest. Was she [Y/N]’s inspiration? Is that why she seemed so reluctant to share her muse? How could this kind, beautiful girl she had welcomed into her home mere months ago possibly find her inspirational? Too invested in flipping through the pages, Donna failed to notice that Angie was silently screaming at her from across the room to warn her that [Y/N] was coming. It wasn’t until the doll tugged at her sleeve that she snapped out of it and looked up. She froze as [Y/N] stood there in the doorway, horrified, as tears brimmed her eyes.

“[Y/N],” she said faintly as she stood. “I-I’m sorry. I know you didn’t want me to see your drawings. I just–I saw…you left the book open on the table, and I saw the drawing you had made of me. I just got too curious. I’m so sorry.” She stepped forward cautiously, watching with a grimace as the girl stepped away from her. “No, I’m sorry,” [Y/N] said as she spun on her heel and headed upstairs towards her room. Donna followed quickly after her, picking Angie up on the way and carrying her so she wouldn’t struggle to get up the steps. She barely managed to slip her foot through the crack of the door of [Y/N]’s bedroom before it closed. Placing Angie down, she pushed the door open and closed it behind her once she made it inside.

“[Y/N], please–please don’t leave me. I’m sorry. I promise you I won’t look at your work again without your permission. Please don’t leave.” She clasped her hands together anxiously, her body trembling. She stilled, however, when she noticed [Y/N]’s shoulders rising and falling as she heaved. Donna stepped forward and hesitantly placed her hand on the girl’s arm. “[Y/N]? What’s wrong?” The weeping girl sighed and wiped furiously at her eyes to dry them before turning to the doll-maker. “You weren’t supposed to see those, Donna,” she spoke through a choked sob. Donna’s gaze lowered to the floor, awaiting any yelling or harsh words. “I know. I knew that, yet I still looked through them anyway.”

They stood in silence for a moment, neither one of them sure how to break the tension that weighed heavily upon them. Finally, after building a small amount of courage, Donna picked at her nails as she asked the question that was burning in the back of her mind. “Why have you been drawing me?” She asked it in a way that didn’t come off as judgemental, but rather genuinely confused. [Y/N] shifted her weight on her feet uncomfortably, trying to think of the best way to phrase it. At length, she sighed.

“Because you’re my muse, Donna. You have been ever since you brought me into your home.” Donna’s head perked up at the confession, her face reddening. “I’m…I’m your muse?” [Y/N] smiled tiredly, a gentle chuckle slipping past her lips. “Yeah, you are. You’ve always been so kind to me, even when you didn’t have to be–even when I didn’t deserve it. You make sure I’m always well taken care of, but it’s not just physically. You make sure to give me small gifts and make the food I enjoy so I feel happy and welcomed and seen. You even remember the small things about what I like and what I don’t like. It’s been so long since someone has been so kind to me.

“I started drawing your portrait after being here for about a month because I knew you weren’t comfortable with taking off your veil at the time. And when you finally showed me your face, I just…well, I couldn’t believe someone so stunning would be so kind to someone like me. Back where I used to live, the girls I grew up around would always focus on their image–which meant they’d pick on other girls who didn’t match their standards to make them feel better about themselves. I was one of the girls they picked on all the time. But you never treated me that way, and I’ll always be grateful for that. Once I realized I was safe here, my motivation and inspiration flourished for the first time in years.”

Donna was at a loss for words. She really found her to be that great of a person? Would this be the right time to express that she felt the same way? She wasn’t sure, but she knew she needed to say something. She wracked her mind for the right words, but nothing came to her. [Y/N] frowned and eventually sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. If I’ve made you uncomfortable I can–” She stepped past Donna to leave the room, but the doll-maker slid over to stand in her way. “No, please don’t leave. I promise I’m not trying to judge you for anything. I just truly don’t know how to respond to what you’ve said. I’ve never had anyone think so highly of me before.”

[Y/N] seemed surprised at her words. “Really?” She asked in disbelief. Donna nodded, tucking her arms behind her back so she could fidget with her sleeves. “B-But I want to assure you that I don’t find the drawings strange. I’m…I actually feel honored that you find me worthy of drawing. You found a way to make me seem beautiful.” [Y/N] fully turned her body to her. “Well, it’s not hard when you’re already beautiful. I just have to capture the subject correctly. If you find the drawings I’ve made of you beautiful, then I’ve succeeded in the accuracy.” Donna’s face grew flustered again, but they smiled at each other, the tension finally lifting.

After a while of silence, [Y/N] cleared her throat and rubbed her arm. “If you really don’t mind me drawing you, could I possibly…draw you again? Sort of like how you sat to have your portrait painted?” Before Donna could respond, the doorknob rattled aggressively as Angie desperately tried to barge into the room. They jumped at the motion before [Y/N] stepped closer to open the door. Angie stumbled inside and tugged at her shirt. “Donna, say yes! I wanna be in the portrait too so I can see how I look in her style!”

[Y/N] giggled and picked the doll up, letting her rest in the crook of her left arm as she glanced back up at Donna. “Seems like we’ve got one vote for yes. Which one are you voting for?” Donna smiled warmly at the two. She stepped towards them. “If it’s you who’ll be drawing us, then I have no problem with it.” “As long as you let us see it,” Angie added. Donna rolled her eye with a smirk as [Y/N] laughed. “She doesn’t have to share it if she isn’t comfortable.” [Y/N] readjusted Angie’s veil as she spoke. “Actually, I don’t think I’ll mind showing the result, even if I’m not particularly proud of it. You’ve already seen my other portraits, so I suppose it would be nice to show you the progress of this one myself.” Donna winced, but [Y/N] was quick to reassure her. “No worries, I’m not upset. I was just afraid to show you in case you found it creepy.”

“I could never find something like that creepy. I’m happy you find me worthy to draw.” “Well, like I said: you’re my muse. Always have been, and always will be.” They smiled at each other, allowing Angie to wriggle out from [Y/N]’s hold and land on the floor while they were distracted. She gripped the girl’s sleeve and tugged her towards the door. “Well, c’mon then! We need to find the right outfits and setting! I don’t want to keep waiting around–that’s boring.” [Y/N] turned back to glance at Donna, who laughed. “You two find a good place to set up. I suppose I should find something else to wear.” [Y/N] smiled at her, quickly yelping and turning to follow Angie down the hall.

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MASTERLIST

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RESIDENT EVIL: VILLAGE

Mother Miranda

Pray

Little Crow

Dove

Blood and Broken Art

Alcina Dimitrescu

Scars

Grieving

An Eye for an Eye Makes the Whole World Blind

Sacrifices in the Name of Love

Blood Bag

Miracina

Rescued From the Nightmare

Bela Dimitrescu

Mistakes

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Shattered Past

Unsheathed Fears

Daniela Dimitrescu

Secrets

Dimitrescu Sisters

Soulmates (In Progress)

Dimitrescu Family

Searching for Home

I'll Protect You...Because I Love You

A Family's Embrace

Donna Beneviento

Flowers

Mine

Lullaby

BRIDGERTON:

Violet Bridgerton

AMERICAN HORROR STORY:

Cordelia Goode

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Billie Dean Howard

Lana Winters

Wilhelmina Venable

Multi Character

Saviors

GLASS:

Dr. Ellie Staple

RATCHED:

Mildred Ratched

WINX CLUB:

Icy

I Told the Moon about You

Darcy

Stormy

The Trix

Its Okay to Feel

SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL:

Lady Lesso

Little Raven

Stubborn Little Princess

Trials of the Blue Forest

Crush?

Love and Comfort

Constellations of Love

Silent Resonance

Clarissa Dovey

Dovesso

HARRY POTTER:

Narcissa Malfoy/Black

Christmas Blues

Bellatrix Lestrange/Black

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE:

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

WandaNat

Save me

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Polly Gray

MOTHERFATHERSON:

Kathryn Villiers

WEDNESDAY:

Larissa Weems

Morticia Addams

ACTRESSES:

Helen McCrory

Starving

Drowning

Helena Bonham Carter

I Don't Know How to Be Okay

Comfort

Elizabeth Olsen

Grieving

Cate Blanchett

Breath

Sarah Paulson

Tired

A Mother's Love

Charlize Theron

Scarlett Johansson

Keeping You Safe

Emily Blunt

Gwendoline Christie

Kathryn Hahn

Jessica Chastain

Catherine Zeta-Jones

Avoidance

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