#moreau reservoir

[ako142]

Lord Salvatore Moreau as The Hermit

[maddymoreau]

[seasonofthebxtch]

I really want to see what Moreau looked like pre-fish beast era

[darkjusticiar]

And now heisenberg :3c time for some grimy cyborg bullshit (<- this is my 2nd favorite section)

[rallamajoop]

Portraits of Miranda's family: Image assets and renders

Have some assets and object renders of all those fancy portraits of Miranda, Donna and Lady D and her daughters! There are also many more portraits of Miranda herself to be found all over the village, of course, but I've posted those before. Not sure exactly why the Dimitrescu portrait is so much lower-res than the others (the actual picture is plenty big in-game), but this is the only version of it I could find in the game files.

The painting of the three daughters is (as you've probably heard before) based on a real painting by George Theodore Berthon called "The Three Robinson Sisters" ‒ and when I say "based on" what I mean of course is "it's the same picture, they've just tweaked the poses and added the Dimitrescu crest and a few extra details." But then, you can do that when a picture is over a hundred years out of copyright.

Whether the portraits of Dimitrescu and Donna were similarly based on specific historical art I do not know, though their faces look far more game-accurate, at least. Meanwhile, the portrait of Miranda so perfectly apes a thousand different madonna-with-baby images that I wouldn't be at all surprised if that slightly-creepy-baby comes direct from some original art piece, but who knows?

On a related note, has anyone else ever noticed the weird gender/class divide in Miranda's family? All five female family members appear in these flattering portraits (all seven if you count Angie and Eva), and Donna lives in a stately home and Dimitrescu in a castle, both attended by staff and servants. Heisenberg and Moreau, meanwhile, live in an old, run-down factory and a lake. The men do get their photos displayed in the church with everyone else's, of course, but that's hardly comparable to an actual painting.

There's arguably something of a technology divide too: though everything in the village seems old, Heisenberg's factory and the reservoir control mechanisms at least mark those areas as post-industrial revolution, and both feature major puzzles to get power generators running. But very little in Donna or Dimitrescu's domains would seem out of place in pre-Victorian times.

I don't think there's much meaning to be read into the gender divide (except inasmuch as you know Heisenberg plays up his filthy, lower-class persona just to get under Dimitrescu's skin) and I doubt it was even intentional. There's not much to suggest Miranda actively favours her 'daughters' over her 'sons', given Heisenberg's favoured treatment at Ethan's trial, and you definitely don't see the same kind of split in the Baker family of RE7, which gave us the gloriously revolting Marguerite. But as soon as you start digging into these characters, it's hard not to notice it all the same.

[enbysanavi]

RE:V Lords and Mother Miranda with a reader that was in a band

Alcina Dimitrescu

When she figures out that one of her maids has a talent for playing piano, she approached you to ask where you learned.

When you tell her that you had been playing for a few years she offered you extra pay to play whenever she had guests over.

It wasn’t until Bela asked you to tutor her in the piano that Alcina figures out that your skills don’t just lay with piano playing but singing as well.

The curiosity burns inside of her and she asks if you were in a band before you came to work for her.

You hesitantly say yes.

When she hears your hesitation she wants to ask more but decided to let it go for now.

She seeks out the Duke and asks him if he can get any information on you and your band.

A month later and there are a few records delivered to the castle. Alcina sits in one of her arm chairs with a glass of wine as she listened to your band.

She is… surprised when she hears the satanic verses hidden within the music.

When she hears you sing though…

She is in awe

After all she too was in a band herself but that was many years ago.

Your band was more modern and even then it wasn’t liked due to its imagery.

She can’t help but wonder if the rumour of the band members being demons was real

Karl Heisenberg

When the man finds hears you talking with another factory worker about how you used to be the lead guitarist in a band he is instantly curious.

Being someone who only has been hearing old music on the radio for all the years he has been here, naturally he would want something new.

Heisenberg never usually goes to The Duke, much preferring to just get things himself.

So when he returns with a guitar and an amp he summons you to his office in the factory and demands (asks) you to play for him.

You’re confused by finding a guitar in your hands after all this time made you happy to preform even if it was for a scruffy guy like Heisenberg.

He had never heard rock music like that before.

From that moment on he wanted you to play music for him.

He didn’t care what your life was before the factory, he was just impressed that you could play.

Not so secretly he wanted to get some bigger amps and play your shredding outside of Miranda’s lab.

Donna Beneviento

Donna hates loud noises. It scares her and makes her want to crawl into a hole and hide away.

She didn’t like loud music either so when you casually mention you were in a band that has albums that were considered heavy metal, she was iffy.

Angie on the other hand was ecstatic. She wanted to hear you play all of the drum solos that you said you mastered over the course of a few months.

You didn’t want to scare Donna away, especially after working so hard to coax her out of her shell so you came up with an alternative.

You got some vinyl records from Duke and offered to quietly play them for Donna and Angie.

Don’t get Donna wrong.

She loves that you used to be in a band. She loves that’s you are still passionate about music now.

You got the vinyl from Duke and played it for the two.

Angie loved it, she jumped up and down excitedly as she listened to the record.

Donna was more calm with her praise.

She bobbed her head along approvingly and after the vinyl was over she told you that you played wonderfully but if you were to ever pick up drumming again then please don’t do it in the house.

Moreau Salvator

The first thing he knew about you is that you talked a lot about a type of fish.

He was confused on why you liked fish so much but maybe that was why you lived so close to the reservoir.

When he worked up the confidence to talk to you and ask why you liked fish so much you laughed.

He instantly felt bad that you were laughing at him before you reassured him that you weren’t.

You told him that you played an instrument called a Bass but you also liked fish too.

He wanted to know more about an instrument named after a fish and how you became such a good player.

When you told him that you used to play in a band he was excited and asked you to play for him.

You hesitantly told him that the Bass wasn’t really a main instrument even though it was just as important as other instruments.

He never thought that he would relate with an instrument but here he was.

He still wanted you to play for him so you agreed.

Even though the Bass was quiet he quickly grew to like it and you playing it for him.

He even asked for you to teach him one day even though he has webbed hands.

Mother Miranda.

You were just a normal villager when Mother Miranda stumbled upon you.

You wanted to bring colour to the village by playing music at the local pub.

She wanted to know why there seemed to be an extra perk in her villager’s steps.

So she followed a few villages in a disguise to make her look just like any other woman.

When she found you drawing a crowd while playing the guitar she was curious. She had never heard of any villager playing an instrument.

She couldn’t help but follow you to your humble cottage away from the rest of the village.

You had inherited the cottage from an old family friend who’s last wish was for the cottage to be lived in.

Mother Miranda watched you as you played and enjoyed the simple music you played.

When she approached you in a disguise she asked you how you became such a talented guitarist.

You sheepishly confessed that you were only a rhythm guitarist and not a lead.

She couldn’t see why you spoke with such hesitancy. You played well even if you weren’t a lead guitarist.

“I see no band here other than yourself. You are the lead guitarist in this village whether you like it or not”

[residentdogvile]

The Four Lords

The Four Lords who rule over the village and its residents

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu - A regal Borzoi who's much taller than your average Borzoi. She comes from a long linage of aristocrats and is very proud of it. Has three adoptive Silken Windhound daughters, Bella, Daniela, and Cassandra.

Salvador Moreau - A large sickly sickly-looking Napoleon Mastiff, has a large domain over the reservoir. Due to the mutation from the cadou parasites, he can not last long outside of the water. Has a very foul smell and a tendency to drool.

Karl Heisenberg - A Berger Picard with quite a short temper and knack for the dramatic. Rules over the Heisenberg factory, inheritance from his former relatives. Despite being Mother Miranda's personal favorite he despises the women. Often gets into scuffles with Dimitrescu, insecure about his height compared to her and his scruffy appearance. Heisenberg is a pure breed but picards have naturally wiry coats, a side effect from the cadou transplantation caused him to grow Lycan features such as a grayer coat and yellowish-gray eyes.

Donna Beneviento - A Pastore Della Lessinia Del Lagorai who enjoys keeping to herself within her family estate. She's the most shy and timid of the lords, enjoying spending more time with her dolls than her fellow lords. She has a Italian Grayhound doll Angie, who has quite the mouth on her. Heisenberg especially hates Angie but has little issues with Donna herself.

[leorawright]

The re8 lords with a boyfriend who has pyrokenisis please?

Resident evil? Sure! Making it gender neutral tho

Re8 Lords with s/o who has pryokenisis

Alcina Dimitrescu

Very impressed by your power but please don't use it in the house she doesn't want burn marks on the furniture

You bet her daughters are fascinated though

Alcina let's you use one of her old gardens so you can practice and she often watches from one of her windows

She'll always praise your skill and control when you come back inside

Donna Beneviento

Just like Alcina, she's very intrigued but her house is too flammable for you to do it nearby

And she does enjoy her gardens, but she commissions a special area for you to practice

She'll often sit nearby, her eyes fixed on your fire as she watches in awe

Her and Angie always clap for you once you're done

Salvatore Moreau

Very intimidated by fire in general but always intrigued because it's you

His reservoir is very damp but there's several spots that you can practice

He'll normally watch from the water cause he's too scared to get closer but he thinks you look so cool when you do it

Expect to be showered in praises by him for how good you are at controlling fire (and maybe a few compliments about how great you look)

Karl Heisenberg

He's incredibly fascinated and intrigued by your power

"Hear me out babe, flying, flaming, metal!"

He often gets frustrated if his furnaces aren't hot enough to melt down metal, and if you help him, he'll very dramatically thank you

Also he has no shame when it comes to watching you practice your powers

He'll lean his cheek on his hand and watch you with lovestruck eyes and a little smirk

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hi!! I love your stories! 💞 Could you please write a fluffy Donna x maid, where the maid is already starting to develop feelings for Donna (unbeknownst to our favourite doll maker lmao), maybe causing her to be a bit more clumsy and flustered than she usually is. Which makes her end up injuring herself somehow (nothing serious but still enough to make Donna concerned) and when Donna is patching her up maybe that's when she has this realization "oh shit, I think I like her"

have a great day/night!!

Yess!!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

Your clumsy love

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Maid! Reader

Warnings: fluff, insecurities…

Word count: 5,511

Summary: Your love is starting to make you so clumsy…

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours :))) I love you all!!!

“On second thought, maybe I need a maid…”

That phrase had been going through your head over and over again for a while. The softness of her low, husky voice was something you couldn't get out of your mind.

You, an ordinary girl from the village, raised and educated to serve, were lucky.

You could have ended up like so many of your friends, in the Dimitrescu castle, maybe in the reservoir or in that horrible factory, but no. Your skills were average, nothing extraordinary, nothing the Lords were dying to have. Lady Dimitrescu had more maids than she could handle with, Lord Moreau had no maids, but experiments, and Heisenberg, well, better not to think about what he was doing in that horrible place.

You only had two options left: resign yourself and wait your turn in the castle, or try something that seemed impossible: enter the depths of the forest, into the lands of the most mysterious Lord, the doll maker, Donna Beneviento.

No one in the village was able to tell you exactly what she looked like. You had heard legends, you had seen those porcelain dolls in many people's homes, but no one who had gotten close to Donna had been able to return. You were always reckless.

A monster, a giant and evil doll, the worst visions of your past... What you expected to find when you arrived at that waterfall had nothing to do with what was really there. There was a woman, a seemingly normal one, but with a certain mystery, and a living doll.

She was not a monster, nor a fish, nor a madman, nor a vampire. She was just a woman dressed completely in black, with her face covered by a veil and little desire for company.

Crazy, deranged, dangerous... The adjectives that the villagers gave to the Lord should be more than enough to make you fear for your life, but you didn't. Maybe Mother Miranda was looking out for you, or maybe not. To get Donna to hire you as her maid, her only maid, was not difficult for you.

If you could summarize your first weeks on the estate, only one word was in your head: Silence.

Sometimes you had the sensation of cleaning an empty house, of cooking for a ghost, a wandering spirit that passed by you from time to time, without saying a word, without looking at you.

At least you weren't Moreau's experiment.

That comfort accompanied you every night when you got into bed and reflected on the situation you found yourself in. Donna wasn't complaining. She wasn't talking to you. To her, it was almost as if you didn't exist. The Angie doll only served as a reminder that you had not lost your mind, that you had not disappeared. No, you were there. You were a maid, her maid.

Over time, seeing that ghost in mourning became a hobby for you. You knew her routines, her schedules. Without realizing it, you began to become addicted to the way she walked, to the air that lifted her dress whens he passed by you. Maybe it was due to the flowers, or maybe it was boredom. You didn't know and you didn't want to know either.

But everything changed the night your mistress suffered a terrible nervous breakdown. Okay, the villagers weren't lying. Her mind was troubled and hurt, but at least she was no longer alone. Thinking that you, only you, were the only person who could help her calm down began to make you feel important, indispensable.

Calming words, soft songs and a warm bath… That was your way of acting with Donna's loss of connection with the real world. The veil on her face disappeared at that moment and you, who had already imagined that woman in the portrait as a horrible monster, had to bite your tongue. No, she wasn't a monster, she was beautiful and you were dying to tell her.

“My lady, are you feeling better?” You asked, helping the lady in black out of the bathtub. No, it was definitely not the time for your eyes to wander over her body, but they couldn't help but do so.

Donna simply nodded, letting you wrap a towel around her as sobs remained the only sounds she made.

“Thank you...” It wasn't your imagination. It was a whisper coming from her lips.

For some reason that word made something inside you stir. But then again, it wasn't the time to think about those chills you felt when you were around her.

Carefully, you sat the lady in front of a mirror. Her gaze was fixed on the floor while you did what you thought you had to do.

“Is it okay if I comb your hair, my lady? I can leave you alone if you want,” you asked kindly, with an almost motherly voice. Donna shook her head and grabbed your wrist tightly, too tightly.

“Don't leave me alone, or they will catch me,” she said with a trembling voice, with a scared expression and her body still trembling under that towel.

You could have tried to reason with her, make her see that there was no one there or anyone who could harm her, that she was safe. You didn’t do it. A horrible feeling passed through your body, the feeling charged with adrenaline and courage that made you imagine a possible scenario in which something threatened your mistress and... Well, that you were the only one who could save her. You definitely needed to rethink the things you were feeling.

“No one will harm you, my lady. Not while I'm here,” you said, raising her head slightly so she was looking at the mirror as you grabbed a brush from the dresser.

“Really?” She asked, looking at you out of the corner of her eye, flashing a smile.

“Really,” you confirmed, smiling too, placing her black hair behind her shoulders and combing it delicately.

While you did so, you hummed a song, the same one that had managed to calm her inconsolable crying. It was a strange moment, but a relaxing one.

“Why do you call me my lady?” She asked with a soft voice, making you stop, with your cheeks blushing.

“Because I’m your maid,” you said in a soft voice, finishing arranging her hair correctly.

“I don't like it,” she said with a more severe tone, frowning.

“No? Well, I… I can style your hair differently if you want,” you said confused. She shook her head, taking your wrist again.

“No. I don't like it when you call me my lady,” she explained, releasing your hand and lowering her head again.

“Oh, okay...” You said, scratching the back of your neck, confused. “Do you prefer Lady Beneviento?”

“Do you know what the castle maids call their mistress?” She asked, covering herself better with the towel, as if she had just realized how exposed she was. You opened your mouth to say something, but you realized it.

“Lady Dimitrescu, I guess,” you said with an amused tone. Donna nodded slowly.

“Do I look like her?” the lady asked, confusing you even more.

“The truth is that... Not much,” you said embarrassed, afraid that it wasn't the answer she was expecting.

“Well, don't call me like her,” she said sternly, with a hard and cold expression, far from the subtle smile of a few moments ago.

“Okay... I'm sorry,” you apologized, starting to feel uncomfortable.

“Would you like her to call you maid?” She asked again, squeezing her towel with white knuckles. You, not really knowing what to do, shook your head.

“I prefer (Y/N),” you said, almost in a whisper.

“I prefer Donna,” she whispered, looking at you through the mirror. You nodded.

“Okay, Donna…”

After that night everything changed. No, nothing changed.

Your mistress was still a wandering soul with whom you barely collided. Her black veil covered her face again as if it were a cruel irony. When she was weak, scared or disturbed, she didn't care about you looking at her face. When she was calm, her complexes were too much for her. Curious.

It only took one more week for everything to change. Apparently that wandering soul was no longer so wandering. When you finished your tasks, reading was the only thing you could do. The solitude and tranquility of the sound of the waterfall were drowned out by the sound of her heels on the wood. Like a helpless animal, studying the terrain before approaching, Donna began to read with you, far from you at first and increasingly closer.

“Where are you going?” Donna asked when you served her food.

Normally she ate alone, so she ordered it to you. That day her words made you stop in place, turning slowly towards the lady in black, already without her black veil.

“I…I…” you stammered. “Well, it's time to eat and…”

“Sit down, please,” Donna asked kindly, pointing with her hand to the chair in front of her.

You weren't used to that, but you accepted, fearful. There was a moment of tension. You were there, sitting, not really knowing what to do. Donna ate quietly, as if you weren't there, until she put the spoon in the soup and looked up.

“Why are you still here?” She asked without looking at your face, with an accusatory tone.

“What?” You asked, with your forehead sweaty as your legs trembled, endangering the plates on the table. “Sorry but... I don't understand the question. You asked me to…”

“No, (Y/N), why are you still my maid?” The lady asked again, with her gaze colder, as if she were analyzing your expression.

“Why not?” You asked involuntarily, too abruptly.

“Don't you have eyes on your face? Look at me...” She said with a sharp voice, with anger in her eye.

“I…I…”

“I'm a monster,” she finally said, crossing her arms. “Why do you want to continue working for a monster?”

“You're not a monster, Donna,” you said with a serious tone, frowning.

“Do you know why I have never had maids?” The doll maker asked, leaning on the table, with that studious look not wanting to move from yours.

You didn't respond. You just shook your head.

“Because when they saw how I am... They ran away,” she explained, her voice cracking and her knuckles white again.

“What nonsense,” you said, a bit nervous.

“Does it seem nonsense to you?” She asked, leaning back.

“No, Well... I mean that... You are, you are a beautiful woman,” you stuttered, noticing the heat that your blush caused on your cheeks.

“Liar,” she said, looking away from you.

“It's not a lie,” you said, searching your mind for a way to fix that situation. “My uncle Iulian, that was a real monster.”

“Your uncle?” She asked curiously, with a strange look. You nodded.

“Yes, well... He had a huge nose. I remember that when he had to take care of me I avoided looking at his shadow on the wall. I thought that one day he would be able to absorb me,” you said erratically.

“Absorb you,” the woman in black repeated, confused by your ramblings.

“Yes, you know...” you said, making a sniffing gesture with your nose and smiling innocently. Donna stared at you and raised her eyebrow.

Just when you were about to faint from your clumsiness with words, Lady Beneviento's face changed, she relaxed and her mouth began to form a smile.

 That smile came a wider one and her body shook as a shy laugh filled the walls of the room. It didn't seem like something so stupid would amuse your lady, but apparently, it did, and quite a bit.

Hearing her laughing, really laughing, was one of the reasons why your feelings became more and more confused.

From that moment on, as if it had been some kind of psychological barrier that had been broken down with a comment and an absurd joke, the relationship between you and Donna changed, changed completely.

There was no longer a trace of the veil and it was much more common to see her smile with anything you said. Everything seemed fine, correct. Your work and your integrity were not in danger, but there was something that was, your mind.

Every night you imagined her face, her smile, her voice... It was your particular way of sleeping, wishing to dream of her once again, to be able to see her in your dreams. You didn't need to wish it. Donna had been accompanying you in them for a long time, always with that smile, with that look. You were already lost, unable to think why of all the people you knew, you had to fall in love with her.

Like an addict denying its problem, your conscience told you over and over again that it wasn't love, just friendship, or attachment. That your loneliness had made the need to be loved coincide with the lady in black; just attachment, nothing else.

To acknowledge it would be to admit that you had lost your mind, it would be to admit that it hurt you to think about living without her. You were addicted to Donna, and you were unable to even admit it.

“Tea time, stupid!” A shrill scream made you grimace in disgust. Of course, the Angie doll was always there to interrupt you in your downtime, to interrupt your reading, a reading in which the characters were no longer themselves. You and Donna were the protagonists of the books, you and your impossible love that always came true.

“Yes, yes, I'm coming...” You said sighing and leaving the book at the best part, in which they were finally, or rather, you and Donna were going to kiss each other.

While you boiled the water, you kept thinking about that story, about that kiss. You wondered what it would be like to kiss her, what it would be like to have that intoxicating lavender perfume so close to you. You no longer only dreamed about her while you were sleeping, you had taken to doing it while awake as well.

“Excuse me. I'll bring you tea,” you said, carrying the tray into the workshop where your mistress spent the time. She left her work and looked at you with that smile, with that damn smile.

“Thank you, (Y/N), you're always so punctual,” she said amused, moving away from the table so you could leave the tray on it.

With your heart beating fast and your hands trembling, you did so, quickly retreating before you got lost in the sensation of your dress brushing against hers.

“Well, with Angie it's hard not to be,” you joked, pulling back and putting your hands together in front of your body in a politely way.

Donna laughed, shaking her head.

“Yes, I guess you're right,” she said amused, looking at the cup you had served her and frowning.

“There is something wrong?” You asked nervously, looking over her shoulder to try to make out the source of her strange look.

“No, there's nothing wrong, (Y/N). Or rather, there is nothing,” Donna whispered, gesturing for you to come closer.

You obeyed, making a superhuman effort to move your legs. You almost had a fit when you saw where the problem was.

“Oh, wow... I...” You said embarrassed, checking how there was only hot water in that cup. Not a trace of tea.

“Normally tea is darker, don't you think?” Donna said with a normal tone, but inevitably amused, at your expense.

“Yes, I... Oh, I don't know what I was thinking... I'm so sorry,” you said, hurriedly grabbing the cup, accidentally causing your hand to collide with hers. The soft touch of her skin on yours was more than enough to make you freeze in place, even more so when Donna didn't seem to want to let your hand go.

“Calm down, (Y/N). I like hot water,” she said without taking her eyes off yours, without taking her hand away from yours. You wouldn't be able to tell if the caress you noticed was your imagination or if, on the contrary, it really happened.

 Surely you had imagined it. You had been imagining things like that for too long.

“No, please, I… Oh, come on, let me make you some real tea,” you said hastily. Donna removed the cup from your hand, setting it down on the table and looking at you curiously.

“It's not necessary,” she said softly, stirring the water with a spoon. “If you bring me a slice of lemon I will be happy to drink it.”

You closed your eyes, trying to make the red tone of your cheeks fade a bit.

“I... Okay, okay,” you muttered before turning around and disappearing from the workshop, cursing under your breath about your sudden clumsiness.

The following days were no better. That clumsiness continued to manifest itself. Broken vases, smashed dishes, silly knocks against furniture… Everything inevitably coincided with the presence of your mistress, with a greeting, with a kind word. Whenever Donna was around, your body did everything it could to embarrass you.

It was already too much to bear and finally, during one of those nights of imagining your love story, you took the first step to cure your addiction, admit it.

“I'm in love with you...” You whispered, covering yourself with the sheets. No one was there to hear you confess an irremediable truth, only the dim light of the moon and the old walls of the house. You wished that whisper had reached her ears. You needed it before you completely lost your mind.

“Hello, (Y/N), I hope I’m not bothering you,” Donna said, interrupting one of the many fantasies you imagined with her while you were cooking. Out of shock, you put a hand on your chest and turned around.

“Oh, Donna, you’ve scared me,” you said nervously, frustrated because, every time you imagined your love story, you never got to kiss her, there was always something that interrupted it.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to,” she said politely, moving closer to you.

“Did you want something?” You asked, brushing off your apron to avoid looking at that glowing smile, to stop daydreaming.

“No, I was just coming to see you,” she replied, leaning on the counter casually.

“Oh, I…” You said, embarrassed again, playing with your apron. No, (Y/N), it's not what you think. It will never be what you think.

“What are you cooking?” She asked, looking at the oven with curiosity.

“Well, I... I was making...” You said proudly, noticing an unbearable itch in your throat, which led to a horrible cough.

Suddenly, your vision cleared, or rather, darkened due to the black smoke that you began to make out in the kitchen. How long have you been fantasizing?

“Oh, shit... No, no, no,” you said hurriedly, opening the oven and checking that there was no food, but a tray with something black on it. “Oh, no…”

“It looks like you burned it,” the lady in black joked while you removed that culinary aberration with the help of a couple of rags.

You lowered your head in shame and nodded.

“I'm so sorry...” You murmured, wanting to cry and scream at the same time, which intensified when you noticed a hand on your shoulder and the smell of lavender very close to you.

“(Y/N), you've been a little distracted lately, is there something worrying you?” Donna asked, with that softness that made you lose your mind again.

As expected, your body saved you again, shaking your head.

“No, I... I guess, I guess it's a rough patch... I'm so sorry, Donna, I'll prepare something else for you right away,” you said, suppressing the urge you had to kick the oven. The woman in black laughed amused at your erratic attitude and her grip on your shoulder intensified.

“Don't worry, we all have bad days. Let me cook today,” she said, amused, with that shyness that her smile always revealed. In a movement too quick for you to enjoy, she untied your apron, putting it on herself.

“Oh, no, no, no. This… No, that's not right,” you said, grabbing her arms, nervous and embarrassed. She looked at you curiously. “I mean, no, you don't have to cook... That, that's my job.”

“Tell me, (Y/N), who am I?” She asked with her eye shining with amusement.

“You? Well…”

“Who are you to me?” She asked again, taking a frying pan from its hook.

You would have liked to say so many things... But, unfortunately, there was only one possible answer.

“Your, your maid...” You sighed, unable to hide the tone of disappointment implicit in your words.

“Correct, (Y/N), and what do maids do when their mistress asks them for something?”

“Obey...” You murmured, looking away from her, confused, nervous, and madly in love.

“Exactly, so obey me and bring me some tomatoes. Then, go to rest,” she ordered you.

Again, again your mind playing tricks on you. In your progressive madness, you had gotten used to imagining gestures of affection, caresses, kisses on the cheek… But, that time, when her hand went up to your face, passing over it quickly, but noticeably, you began to doubt whether it had really happened, or whether you were beginning to have difficulty distinguishing reality from fantasies.

“Come on, (Y/N), you have to forget about that. It's never going to happen. You are the only girl in the village who is attracted to women, what makes you think that she...? Oh, I think, I think I’m going to have a heart attack...” You mumbled, walking from one side of the house to the other as you eagerly awaited lunch.

The noise of the elevator made you stop talking to yourself. You were starting to do dangerous things. You didn't know when the Angie doll was stalking you, if she had heard your words. You were so, so in love.

“Here, buon appetito,” the woman in black said, placing a steaming plate in front of you. The smell of that pasta made you close your eyes. Maybe it was because of hunger, or maybe it was because you were going to eat something she had made.

“Wow, that's...” You murmured, contemplating the unknown mastery your mistress had in the kitchen as she poured you a glass of wine. “It looks excellent.”

“I hope you like it, (Y/N),” she said, smiling at your amazement.

“I didn't know you knew how to cook. I mean, I… Well, I have friends in the castle and according to them anything resembling a kitchen is unknown to the Dimitrescu family,” you said, dipping your fork into the food, to see if it was as good as it looked.

Donna laughed with a blush on her cheek due to your compliment. That shy giggle was going to finish you off.

“I can confirm that it’s true,” she said amused, watching how you devoured what she had prepared for you.

“It's... I don't know how to describe it... It's delicious,” you sighed, with a mixture of satisfaction and shame. “You are very good at cooking.”

“I learned when I was very young. I guess when you're so alone it's a good way to spend the time,” she explained, now in a more normal tone.

“Compared to this, my cooking is mediocre,” you said, shaking your head.

“Don't say that. I like the things you cook,” she said, interrupting your self-pity. “Believe me, if I didn't like them, I wouldn't have let you set a foot in my kitchen.”

“I guess that's good...” You said, smiling at those kind words.

“Of course,” she said, nodding.

The meal passed calmly, too calmly.

Your feelings were already burning in your chest, dying to come out or disappear. Your clumsiness was still the protagonist in your life and your nervousness at being so close to her worsened to such a point that you were unable to stop shaking in her presence. Luckily, Donna didn't seem to notice that.

“Would you like to take a walk with me? It's a wonderful day” That phrase, that proposition, was the last straw.

You, who were clearing the table, froze, rooted to the ground with trembling hands.

“A walk?” You asked, sounding too calm, having learned to hide your feelings with your voice. A shame you couldn't do it with your body.

The woman in black nodded, helping you with the plates.

“Yes, I would like to show you the grounds,” she said in an indifferent tone. Donna was oblivious to what that proposal meant to you, unfortunately.

Your body trembled before that smiling gaze and your hands became weak, causing, with a loud and unpleasant crash, the plates you were carrying in your hand to fall to the floor breaking into a thousand pieces.

“Ah!” You shouted, scared and of course, embarrassed again. “I, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,” you said hastily, bending down to pick up the pieces.

Donna approached worried. You didn't know if it was because of the dishes, or because of the nervous breakdown you were about to have.

“(Y/N)...” She murmured with a soft voice, a hand on your shoulder.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...” You repeated over and over again, unable to control your nerves. You spent too much time being clumsy, doing things wrong. Just thinking that at any moment Donna would fire you made your heart and stomach clench.

“Wait, (Y/N),” she said, grabbing your wrist as you stood up to disappear from the room as soon as possible.

“Don’t, don't fire me, please... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...” You sobbed, not being able to control your emotions.

“What are you taking about? Your arm, you're hurt...” Donna whispered, forcing you not to pull her grip and showing you the reason for her concern.

You hadn't realized it, but one of the pieces cut your arm. The wetness of the blood on your dress and the sting of the wound had gone completely unnoticed by you.

“Angie, bring the first aid kit,” the lady in black said, taking the pieces that you were carrying in your hand and leaving them on the table, dragging you to a sofa.

“No, it's okay. I'm fine,” you said, wiping away your tears as your mistress lifted the sleeve of your dress, revealing the terrible cut.

“No, (Y/N), I'm going to heal you,” she said sternly, turning to the small briefcase her doll brought.

“I'm, I'm useless...” You sobbed, repressing the sting of the alcohol on your wound, crying, not because of the pain, but because of your attitude, for letting your feelings turn you into clumsiness personified.

“Don't say that,” Donna whispered, gently cleaning your wound.

“Yes, I am... Lately I've been doing nothing but... Screwing things up,” you said, now letting out a bit of your frustration. “You must think I'm stupid...”

“I don’t think you’re stupid,” she said dryly, without looking away from your wound.

Silence reigned again, reminding you of those early days when Donna, your Donna, was nothing but a ghost to you.

Your wound, now clean and disinfected, was no longer the center of attention of the brunette, who, with her caresses, walked around it, with a lost gaze, as if she had disconnected her mind and was wandering freely, letting herself go. .

“Forgive me, Donna...” You said, calmer. “I’m not fit to be your maid.”

She didn't respond, just shook her head. Her expression was different, sad but curious at the same time. Her hand left your skin to lift your chin slightly, making your gazes coincide.

You didn't say, you didn't do anything, you just got lost in her gaze, in her bright eye, in the warmth of her skin against yours. It was a moment like those you had dreamed of. You even thought that at any moment you were going to wake up.

“I don't want you to go,” she whispered, abandoning your chin and cupping your cheek with her hand.

You were left breathless, enjoying that sensation, that affection that you longed for so much. They were still fantasies, but, for some reason, that seemed very real to you, too real.

“I don't know why you would want to have a maid like me...” You said shaking your head, letting your hand join hers, causing a timid gasp from the woman in black, but that didn't stop her from continuing her caresses.

“Why would you want to be my maid?” She asked back. It seemed like an innocent, reassuring question, but it wasn't at all. You knew her expressions. Something, there was something that was tormenting her.

“Because I...” You said, closing your eyes again, losing yourself in her soft caresses, in her lavender scent. “I wouldn't know what to do if I'm not with you.”

“Do you like being here with me?” She asked again, this time, removing her hand.

You had already begun an inevitable descent to your doom. At least you could say that you wouldn't lose without trying. Simply taking a breath, you nodded.

“I always wait to see you appear through the door, to see you smile. I think of absurd questions or conversations just so I can hear your voice, Donna...” You confessed, feeling an intoxicating relief at expressing what you felt, or trying to.

Lady Beneviento sighed in confusion, looking at you curiously, as if an undeniable truth had fallen right on her shoulders.

“Do I make you feel those things?” She asked, like a little girl curious about the world around her. She couldn't be that naive, could she?

“Just look at you,” you said, angry for being unable to confess your love clearly, for being unable to make her understand that you loved her in a subtle way. No, with Donna that would never work. She blinked in confusion. “You are, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and… I… I…”

“Do you think I'm beautiful?” She asked with a shy smile crossing her face.

You simply nodded. She looked at you again, with a strange expression, as if she were scared of something.

“Stop...looking at me like that,” you said, feeling how your chest was burning with rage, how you had complicated that situation on your own, waiting for rejection, the final blow to your little maid adventure.

“I like looking at you,” she said, frowning, defensively. “You are beautiful too.”

“What?” You asked confused, startled by that unexpected statement.

“You know what? When, when I saw that you were hurt, I... I, I felt bad,” Donna said, stammering, lowering her hand to take yours, to play with it on her nervousness. “Just imagining that something bad could happen to you... I, I've gotten very nervous.”

“Donna...” You whispered, not understanding her words, not understanding why she had not left you when you confessed your love, well, when you tried to confess it to her.

“I thought it was just... Just a strange feeling for being so alone but... When, when you told me what you felt... I realized that I feel the same way about you.”

“The same? I don't believe it,” you said sobbing, wanting to end that torture, wanting to leave the estate and never return.

“Sometimes I imagine how... What it would be like... to kiss you,” she whispered in a low voice, with her sweaty hand still playing with yours. That made you open your eyes suddenly.

“I imagine it too,” you said, with an involuntary smile crossing your face.

“I'd like to stop imagining it,” she said, leaning towards you, fear still shining in her eye.

“Please...” You said, unable to hold back your tears.

The distance between you slowly closed. Your lips rested on hers, staying there, without moving, enjoying the wet contact, the sensations that you imagined so much, that you fantasized about so much. It wasn't a romantic or passionate kiss. It was a chaste and simple kiss that didn't last long, but it was enough to make your body want more, many more.

“I'm in love with you, Donna...” You confessed, still very close to her lips, caressing her hair lovingly, like that time you helped her when she lost her nerve.

“I've never felt this way about anyone...” She whispered, inadvertently ignoring your confession. “I couldn't tell you if I'm in love with you.”

That was enough for you to relax, to think that maybe you were wrong and that your fantasies would soon come true.

“Kiss me again, please...” You begged, pulling your head so that your lips collided again, this time more intensely, moving, caressing each other.

Donna pulled away slowly, squeezing her eye shut tightly, staying close to you, but not kissing you, as if she had just had a revelation.

“What's wrong?” You asked, worried that you had made the biggest mistake of your life.

“If it is love what I’m feeling, I want it to never end.”

[will80sbyers]

Do you still have the list of movies that inspired ST4? I had a picture of it but I lost it and I haven't been able to find it since. Please and thank you in advance.

Yep!

Long post warning lol

300

2001: A Space Odyssey

47 Meters Down: Uncaged

12 Monkeys

28 Days Later

13th Warrior

Ace Ventura: Pet Detective

Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls

Altered States

Amelie

American Sniper

Analyze This

Annihilation

Aristocats

Armageddon

Assassins Creed

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Arrival

Almost Famous

Batman Begins

Batman V. Superman

Basket Case

Battle at Big Rock

Beauty and the Beast

Beetlejuice

Behind Enemy Lines

Beverly Hills Cop

Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey

Billy Madison

Black Cauldron

Black Swan

Boondock Saints

Borat

Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Burn After Reading

Broken Arrow

Blade Runner

C.H.U.D

Con Air

Cast Away

Congo

Constantine

Children of Men

Cabin in the Woods

Crank

Casablanca

Carrie

Crimson Tide

Clueless

Dukes of Hazzard

Don’t Breathe

Death to Smoochy

Doom

Dark Knight

Dogma

Deep Blue Sea

Dreamcatcher

Drop Dead Fred

Die Hard

Die Hard 2

Die Hard 3

Don’s Plum

Dances with Wolves

Dumb and Dumber

Edward Scissorhands

Enter the Void

Ex Machina

Event Horizon

Emma (2020)

Forrest Gump

Fargo

Fisher King

Full Metal Jacket

Ferris Bueller

Fallen

Fugitive

Ghost

Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

Ghostbusters

Good Fellas

Girl Interrupted

Godzilla: King of the Monsters

Get Out

Good Will Hunting

Hackers

High Fidelity

Hellraiser 1

Hellraiser 2

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Hidden

High School Musical

Hurt Locker

Heat

Hunger Games

Highlander

Hell or High Water

Home Alone

I am Legend

It’s a Wonderful Life

In Cold Blood

Inception

I am a Fugitive from Chain Gang

Inside Out

Island of Doctor Moreau

It Follows

Interview with a Vampire

Inner Space

Into the Spiderverse

Independence Day

Jupiter Ascending

John Carter of Mars

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

James Bond (All Movies)

Julie

Karate Kid

Knives Out

Kingsmen

Little Miss Sunshine

Labyrinth

Long Kiss Goodnight

Lost Boys

Leon: The Professional

Let the Right One In

Little Women (1994)

Mad Max: Fury Road

Magnolia

Men in Black

Mimic

Matrix

Misery

My Cousin Vinny

Mystic River

Minority Report

Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Neverending Story

Never Been Kissed

No Country for Old Men

Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

North by Northwest

Open Water

Orange County

Oceans 8

Oceans 11

Oceans 12

One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest

Ordinary People

Paddington 2

Platoon

Pulp Fiction

Papillon

Pan’s Labyrinth

Pineapple Express

Peter Pan

Princess Bride

Paradise Lost

Primal Fear

Prisoners

Peter Jackson’s King Kong

Reservoir Dogs

Ravenous

Rushmore

Road Warrior

Rogue One

Reality Bites

Raider of the Lost Ark

Red Dragon

Robocop

Shooter

Sky High

Swingers

Sword in the Stone

Step Up 2

Spy Kids

Saving Private Ryan

Shape of Water

Swept Away

Star Wars: Return of the Jedi

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back

Superbad

Society

Swordfish

Stoker

Splice

Silence of the Lambs

Source Code

Sicario

Se7en

Starship Troopers

Scrooged

Splash

Silver Bullet

Speed

The Visit

The Italian Job

The Mask of Zorro

True Lies

The Blair Witch Project

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy

Tangled

The Craft

The Guest

The Devil’s Advocate

The Graduate

The Prestige

The Rock

Titanic

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

The Fly

Tombstone

The Mummy

The Guardian

The Goofy Movie

The Peanut Butter Solution

Toy Story 4

The Ring

The Crazies

The Mist

The Revenant

The Perfect Storm

The Shining

Terminator 2

The Truman Show

Temple of Doom

The Cell

To Kill a Mockingbird

Timeline

The Good Son

The Orphan

The Birdcage

The Green Mile

The Raid

The Cider House Rules

The Lighthouse

The Book of Henry

The A-Team

The Crow

The Terminal

Thor Ragnarok

Twister

The Descent

The Birds

Total Recall

The Natural

The Fifth Element

True Romance

Terminator: Dark Fate

The Hobbit Trilogy

Unforgiven

Unbreakable

Unleashed

Very Bad Things

Wayne’s World

What Women Want

War Dogs

Wedding Crashers

What’s Eating Gilbert Grape

Welcome to the Dollhouse

Welcome to Marwen

Wet Hot American Summer

What Lies Beneath

What Dreams May Come

War Games

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Weird Science

Willow

Wizard of Oz

Wanted

Young Sherlock Holmes

You’ve Got Mail

Zodiac

Zoolander

[sapphicrow]

The choices for the side enemies in each section of resident evil was very deliberate, and shows off both what Mother Miranda thought the lords deserved and what suits their characters. This may have been for difficulty purposes for each area, but still. I think it is a nice tidbit of flavor to our characters even if it’s indirect. Also I have brain rot.

Moreau doesn’t have any mobs. His reservoir is uniquely isolated. It’s evident from the way the other lords treat him that this is how they feel towards him as well. He isn’t a popular fella. As such, Mother Miranda granted him no special protection or privileges. Besides, I’m sure his bile would repel any creature, even a zombie or moroaica.

Lady Dimitrescu has many creatures within her castle because she interacts with more people on the regular. It’s canon that she had a whole service of female servants who were regularly harvested and experimented on. These subjects are later turned into one of two things: moroaica (the on ground creepy crawlies), or samca (the harpy looking things on the roof). Though we know Alcina isn’t Miranda’s favorite, she’s still pretty high up there. She had to make these critters herself still. Plus, her castle is huge and it only makes sense to have scattered security. I’d say Alcina’s daughters count as a high honor and another reflection of the characterization of Castle Dimitrescu.

As for Lady Beneviento, her situation is an interesting one. Angie doesn’t quite count as a mob, since she is technically an extension of Donna’s consciousness. This is obviously part of her as a person. Disregarding Angie, Donna has no major creatures. I say this because I don’t believe her dolls count as beasts bestowed upon her by Miranda. They’re handmade. She had to harness the skills of cadou experimentation, combined with the craftsmanship of doll making. This reflects Donna because she is isolated, but skillful enough to combat it unlike Moreau. She’s delusional, but evidently not to the same degree as Sal. She copes in her own fucked up, crafty way.

Last but not least, Heisenberg. Now, Heisenberg is Mother Miranda’s established favorite. The golden child. The sun of her sons. It’s also established that Mother’s fondness is by no means requited. Heisenberg loathes her. But nonetheless, even with his absolutely meh loyalty, he has a fair deal of power bestowed upon him. Disregarding his cadou abilities, he has the entirety of the lycan pack. That is no small force. Miranda practically trusts the most dangerous lord with an army. I’d like to believe she isn’t stupid enough not to realize his faulty loyalty, but I feel as if she treats him like a second true child. He’s the son that could’ve been Eva’s big brother should everything have worked out. Love is blind, and Miranda’s too busy to question cutie Karl. Karl also has the Soldats that he’s made himself. This is an intriguing view of him in my opinion. Karl lets Ethan slaughter Miranda’s creation because the entire time he’s been using the powers she gave him to oppose her. Silly guy moment.

Mother Miranda herself has no side mob which is very purposeful as well. She works alone. Her sidekick is the cadou, which we see in the form of all those root looking appendages bursting forth from the ground later in the game. Unlike Moreau who’s isolated due to his insufferable and odorous nature, Miranda is alone by choice. By grief, more accurately. Why bother with companions when Eva isn’t back yet? For her shattered mindset, I’m sure the thought of her daughter is companionship enough. Even with the mold making an appearance, Ethan only has to engage in combat with her herself. This is because even with the mold present, she’s still the vessel. It’s illogical and unnecessary for the megamycete to risk itself when Miranda is right there and so willing to take the blunt of the force.

The megamycete’s side mob is every single thing infected with the mold.

Thank you for reading :) hope it was coherent

[caitlynmeow]

Moreau deserves some love and appreciation in the fandom, so why not give some cute hcs about him and his family or just fluff in general ?

ohhh Moreau fluff!! I have a couple of things and I agree he nearly doesn't get enough attention in the fandom

He really loves his family but being around them is very stressful for him. He's okay with Donna though, because she's naturally quiet and doesn't make him feel as anxious. Alcina and Heisenberg are different because they are both loud and they are always yelling at each other.

It's why Moreau normally visits Miranda alone. He loves her and doesn't want to actually skip on family gatherings but Alcina and Heisenberg are too much for him to deal with.

He adores his nieces and occasionally he visits the castle to see them. Unfortunately, both Cassandra and Daniela are loud and a bit chaotic, and Bela is the only one who seems to know he doesn't like noise and tries to keep her voice low to accommodate him (Dani tries but it doesn't last for long, and Cass fails before she even tries so she doesn't bother)

While mostly quiet, he knows what his nieces' favorite things are, and he's always getting them the best gifts for their birthdays and for Christmas.

Despite being a recluse, he loves his family a lot. And while he isn't one for using words, he is always sending gifts and the like to those he cares about.

He would really appreciate it if Alcina kept her voice down, but his sister is loud in nature and he can't help but cower in trepidation when in her presence (and sadly her daughters seem to take after her in that regard).

When it's summer, he invites the daughters to the reservoir where they can enjoy swimming and spending time outdoors, and having fun.

While the girls swim and play, he busies himself cooking their favorite food (that he can make) and he enjoys watching them from the window of his kitchen. They are within sight, but he can barely make out what they; 're saying thanks to the distance.

He tells Alcina he will bring the girls back home by sunset but it's always well into the night when that happens. It's usually because they end up watching a movie or two and before they know it, it's gotten late.

Alcina doesn't get as mad as he'd expect. She could tell her daughters were having fun, and she'd let it slide that they were returning home so close to bedtime.

Generally, he loves spending time around his family but he'd rather visit them one at a time instead of being in a place with everyone because it can get very overwhelming for him.

[nothanksbr0]

sometimes i think about what would happen if we got leon in re8

i feel like he would’ve worked alongside chris, the DSO or whoever prolly sent him along with the hound wolf squad just in case. i mean, leon is essentially their prize fighter and if anyone can handle cult shit like the village, it’s him.

so he’s moseying around with chris and the hws and they come across ethan in the reservoir. ethan, who’s been battered by the elements and lycans and the lords and honestly just deserves a break. he accuses chris of killing mia, insisting he finish the job. chris doesn’t answer.

leon knows the truth. as does the rest of the hws, the mia living with ethan had been mother miranda. they didn’t kill mia, mia is missing. so why isn’t chris telling ethan?

does he see himself in ethan? does he see luis in chris? does he see ethan being kept in the dark about miranda and mia, and think about himself being kept in the dark regarding los illuminados and umbrella?

when moreau sweeps the squad away, wherever they end up, they need time to recuperate. leon confronts chris. what use is keeping ethan in the dark? clearly if he can handle two of the four lords, he’d be far more valuable being kept in the loop. chris states that ethan is a civilian, that he’d cause more trouble than anything - a last-ditch effort to keep the poor guy safe.

leon reminds chris of raccoon city. leon may as well have been a civilian during the first outbreak. claire was.

maybe leon would’ve left. maybe leon seeks ethan out, offers to help. leon knows what it’s like to be in this position. he won’t let it happen to anyone else.

(excuse my leonposting i’m going insane)

[midnightlee25]

Darling Says: Please just let me go - Salvatore Moreau

A few days ago Salvatore had taken you down to a small fishing cabin by the reservoir. He kept you in place by tying an old rusty anchor chain that was still attached to the anchor making it even harder to go too far. 

For the last few days you've been simply begging him to just let you go since he doesn't seem like he actually wanted to hurt you. So far he has been quite kind and has listened to most of what you have told him. You can tell your begging for freedom is getting to him as he paces about the fishing cabin. 

He muttered to himself and would shake his head every once in a while.

You can't leave me

Please don't abandon me

You won’t leave me

Just …..love me…

…please…..

As you hear him muttering the situation slowly becomes clear. Not only his reasoning on why he has taken you ... .but that may be getting away won't be so easy.

[sku11kidz]

Come, my child.

Fandom: Biohazard: Village, Resident Evil 8, Resident Evil: Village

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Character Tags: Ethan Winters, Reader, Rosemary Winters (mention), Mother Miranda, Alicia Dimitrescu, Salvador Moreau, Karl Heisenberg,

Tags: Lord Ethan winters AU, Haha Ethan is an old 1950s dad, soft, Alternate canon, father is fathering, Child!Reader, children, horror tags, Ethan isn’t a good person, no matter how he wants to convince himself he is :(, reader is no older than 12, ???, writer is a teenager/slow updates

Then he remembered you upstairs. Ethan sighs and puts his book down. He stands up and knocks on your room door. “Sweetheart,” he calls out “are you okay?” He knew that you were still mourning the loss of your village and loved ones. When you don’t answer, he slowly opens the door and sees you nuzzled into the blankets. Sighing in relief, he lightly closes the room door to let you rest.

He crept back downstairs and began to work on dinner. Ethan couldn’t help but wonder why exactly you stumbled across his home those days ago. Of course he was relieved that you weren’t super interested in Castle Dimitrescu and it’s looming energy over the village or the salty air of the reservoir.

He knew a child such as yourself wouldn’t survive the village as it was now. He kept telling himself that keeping you here was a safe idea but deep down he knew that you would want to leave and that he can’t protect you forever. He sighed and began to wash the potatoes and carrots. He turns on the stove and puts the vegetables in a broth. Just then, the phone rings.

Ethan mutters something to himself and picks up the phone, knowing exactly who it is. “Hello, Heisenberg.” He mutters. Heiseberg doesn’t even say ‘hello’ before speaking into the phone. “Ethan Winters! I know what exactly you're hiding.” Ethan’s eyes widen in shock. “Heisenberg, you can’t tell anyone–” He’s quickly cut off. “I’m kidding, Winters! It’s not like you’re housing another child that you’ll eventually kill again…” The room gets quiet. Ethan sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You know I didn’t kill them.” Heisenberg laughs at Ethan’s insistence.

“Oh right. Like the Lycans always go for your little toys!” Ethan was irritated and honestly tempted to just hang up.

He knew Heisenberg enjoyed getting under his skin, but right now he needed to keep the conversation civil. He couldn’t afford having his new child upstairs to hear him go off. He took a deep breath and responded calmly, "Look, enough with the games. Just tell me what you want.” Heisenberg's laughter trailed off, replaced by a cold and calculating tone. "What I want, Ethan, is a partnership.”

Ethan’s eyes widen. “A partnership? What do you mean by—“ He had a realization. Heisenberg interrupts, "I need your help with something big, Ethan. You know how I feel about Miranda. She can’t hear this call.” Ethan leans against the wall, unamused but interested In Heisenberg’s words. "Alright," Ethan says, "I'm listening, but if this is some kind of setup...” Ethan sighs and looks off.

Heisenberg smirks and leans back into his chair. “We kill the bitch where she stands. Then, after that, we can live a free life without her control.” Ethan thinks for a while. He didn’t know how to feel about this deal. “Listen to me, papa. I can already tell you’re super protective of this child. If you don’t take my deal, I’ll have to make a report on what you have stored into your—“ Ethan cuts him off. “Fine. Just don’t hurt them.” He mutters.

He hands up the phone and sighs, leaning against the doorframe of his kitchen. As he’s in the middle of thinking, you walk in. You look up at Ethan with your pleading eyes, clearly hungry. He brushed off his feelings and chuckled. “Hm? What is it, honey? You hungry?” He kneels down to your level and ruffled your hair. “Don’t worry, I’m cooking dinner right now.” You nod and rub to the living room to explore the house more. In the kitchen, you can smell Ethan cooking some roast beef.

The smell of roasted beef and potatoes pervaded the air, filling your nostrils with the savory aroma of a hearty feast. The sweet smell of potatoes being roasted mingled with the intense scent of beef, the two creating a delicious aroma that was sure to make your mouth water. The fragrance was mouth-watering and inviting, and the thought of digging into the delicious dinner made your stomach growl with anticipation. A warm, comforting feeling washes over you as you eagerly await the meal.

Your comfort and trust in Ethan ease your worries about the recent events. He hums a small tune that invites you in the kitchen. You happily skip into the kitchen and Ethan greets you with a warm smile as he continues to prepare the meal. “Sweetheart, come here.” He grabs a small spoon and scoops up some of the broth. “Say aaah.” He puts the spoonful of soup in your mouth. “How does it taste? Too salty? Not salty enough?” You think but shake your head. The savory broth fills your senses, bringing a sense of warmth and comfort. Ethan's eyes sparkle with anticipation as he waits for your reaction, and you can't help but smile back at him, grateful for his attentive nature.

Ethan sighs and ruffled your hair. “Good. Now go play someplace. I don’t want you near the stove, okay?” In reality, he didn’t want to be stressed about Heisenberg while you were in the room. You, being a kid, run off as you’re told. You decide to investigate the house a bit. You had never really been to Ethan’s room or the living room.

Well, the living room was first you supposed. Rushing over, you feel the warmth of the fireplace and see Ethan’s favorite reading chair. There was a small table next to it with some coffee and stale cookies. Whoever was eating them hadn’t been home for a while. That, or Ethan had better things to be doing. More proof of this was the coffee being frozen cold. Being curious, you take a sip of coffee. It was bitter and black without a touch of sugar.

You swallow it, feeling worse than ever but sucking it up for your own sake. As you set down the cup, a creaking noise startles you. The noise came from the window and being the curious child you are, you look through. There’s silence. A long silence.

A Lycan beats on the window and growls. It barks and screams in an attempt to get you. You fall over after being startled so hard. You quickly get on your feet and scramble back over to Ethan. He tilts his head and looks over at the window to see the creature biting the glass. Ethan sighs and walks over to the window, telling off the Lycan and making it go away. “There’s no one here, shoo. You’re just seeing things.” The Lycan groans and whimpers in confusion. It tries to look past him but Ethan closes the window and blinds.

Your heart pounds as you watch Ethan close the window and the blinds, blocking out the unnerving sight of the Lycan. Ethan bends down to your level and cups your cheek to see if you’re hurt or bruised. “Did it touch you? I heard a thud and didn’t know if it got inside.” You shake your head reassuringly, giving Ethan a small sigh in relief. “That’s my kid.” He kisses your forehead, causing you to giggle a small bit. “Luckily, lunch should be ready soon.”

After an hour, you start to come to terms with Ethan being your new dad. You’ve just learned that you’ll have to stay behind and grow up with him. It’ll be a long time before you’re an adult and maybe Miranda will stop trying to find you. All you know was that Ethan would protect and love you as his own child no matter what.

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I've been rereading The Lady's Laundry and I just had the thought... did laundry reader ever get Karl's "gift" back from Cassandra after the whole hallucination fiasco? 😭

Probably not…. I imagine Cassandra “accidentally” threw the gift into the fire to destroy the evidence because she didn’t want to get into any more trouble with her mother 🥲

I had also entertained the idea of the gift accidentally getting thrown off the edge of the cliff into the waterfall, and later in Moreau’s chapter he’d bring it out and tell Reader and Donna something like “Hey btw look what washed up in the reservoir the other day!”