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alovesongshewrote · 3 years ago

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Hello! Local heisenberg simp here-

HC for what if karl left the village for a bit. And found a cabin with a giant satellite in the backyard and inside is y/n with all the tec of the modern world! Spotify, netflix, video games, etc. And karl finally finds someone who knows more about technology than he does.....

Caramelldansen | Karl Heisneberg HCs

i literally don't know what got into me, i hope you enjoy these

taglist: @mxcheese @blixeon @prismarts @valentimmy @chrysanthykios

Headcanons

Ok, but i can’t help but think that the cabin is just

Blasting caramelldansen

It’s just like in the memes, he stumbles upon your house in the dark and it’s like

Glowing

He can see fucking rainbow lights coming through the windows and under the door

And he can hear the music

He doesn’t really know what it’s saying, but he can hear it

Another thing he doesn’t really know is how you’ve managed to avoid mother miranda and the lycans for so long

But as he gets closer he like

Stumbles into you defense system, and like

I'm imagining that it’s kind of like what he has at the factory, but you also have, like

A standard alarm system

And when that goes off you fuckin, run to stop it and then you see this fucking

Hobo man in your yard

And you’re like

“Wow, it wasn’t a squirrel this time.”

And heisenberg is

Very confused

But you don’t let him say anything, you just move on with

“How did you get past my gate? Y’know what, never mind that, how did you get to my house? I’m in the middle of the mountains? I guess you could’ve come from that village, but most of them avoid this place, I think it’s the satellite. Apparently it scares them off. Is the satellite scary? I don’t think it’s scary, but-”

“Do you ever shut up!?”

“No. I don’t get out much, if you hadn’t noticed. Anyway, come in, I have more questions.”

And you turn around and open the door and you just

Leave it

And heisenberg is distressed

“Don’t you think this is a bad idea??”

“Look, man, if you got past my gate, my first three alarm systems and caramelldansen, you deserve to kill me.”

And like

He probably could kill you

But there would be no point to it

So he just follows you inside

And your house is a gamer’s dream

Like, i know you probably meant that (Y/N) is a standard person with like, a phone and an x-box

But they live on their own in rural romania with some houseplants and two cats, a dog and maybe some chickens

They are eccentric

They are extra

Their house

Your house

is an epic gamer pad

It’s dark, lit with neon lights

Or fairy lights, depending on the room

And there are screens everywhere

And if you’re anything like me

At least half of them are on, and they’re all doing different things

One of them shows that you’re in the middle of playing skyrim

Another is paused in the middle of like, twilight, or whatever’s on netflix

There are at least two more netflix screens

Another screen shows your spotify playlist

(i highly recommend “fight scenes but make them fashion”)

A second spotify screen shows that you’re like, 118 episodes into the magnus archives

Another screen shows a discord chat

Another shows your tumblr dashboard

And of course

One is playing caramelldansen at max volume

You turn the volume down and turn to Heisenberg, who is a little bit overwhelmed

And you’re like

“Do you wanna sit?”

And he doesn’t really have a choice, he needs to sit down

There’s just

So much electricity in the air

Literally speaks to him

It’s a lot to take in

And you realize he’s kind of spacing out, so you start turning off screens

Some of them, not all of them

And you change one of your spotify playlists to something less loud and more relaxed

Something lo-fi, probably

And then you like

Push him onto your couch

Because he wasn’t going to move himself, he was to busy staring at the twilight screen with a distrubed look on his face

And you’re like

“What, do you not like vampires or something?”

To which he responds

“tHAT’S SUPPOSED TO BE A VAMPIRE???????????????????”

You wander into the kitchen and you go, “Yeah. Hot vampires if the internet is to be believed.”

And heisenberg is suddenly very glad that he’s sitting

Then he hears your voice from the kitchen

“Would you like something to drink?”

He hears something weird and wooshy, and he has no fucking clue what you just did

You opened the fridge. That’s what you did.

He hears your voice again

“We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper, whiskey-”

“Spiders!?”

You pop your head out from the kitchen and you’re like

“Holy shit, you fell for it. Quickly, we also have updog-”

“I- whiskey is fine.”

You pout a little, because he did not fall for updog, but you go into the kitchen and you get the man some whiskey

When you re-enter the room you left heisenberg in, he’s still a little shook

The drink helps, tho

And once he’s downed that and his nerves have settled, he’s calm enough to ask you what the fuck is going on

And this

Delights you

Basically, you shoot into a three hour long rant about every piece of technology you own

Fifteen minutes in you whip out a power point presentation and throw heisenberg a pen and a pad of paper

You do not fail to notice how he levitates your metal pen for a minute before actually taking it and writing notes

The whole time you’re talking, he wonders how he can incorporate this new technology into his army

And when you look over at his notes

You notice that

And you go

“Hey, why do you need an army? Is it for a good cause, or are you just a dick? Because if you’re just a dick, I won’t help you, but if you have a good reason, I’m always down for a little weapons engineering. I’m also always down for arson and tax evasion.”

And he’s

A little shocked by all of that

Because to him that came out of nowhere

But then he realizes you’ve seen his notes, and he’s like

“I- It’s a long story.”

And you’re like

“Dude, I live alone in rural Romania with two cats, a dog, and some chickens. The only thing I have to do today is feed the animals. I have nothing but time.”

And he’s like

“Ok”

And he tells you about the village, and miranda, and how fucked up everything is

You classify that as a good reason for an army

YOU OPEN UP ANOTHER POWER POINT

AND YOU GIVE HEISENBERG A LESSON ON WARFARE AND WEAPONRY THROUGHOUT THE PAST CENTURY

I mean

You leave out certain bombs, because you don’t really need to nuke europe

But other than that, you give him a lesson on grenades and shit

At some point one of your cats jumps onto his lap

It’s very cute

So yeah

Once your lecture is over

You turn to Heisenberg and you’re like

“I wanna help you with this. Can I help you with this? Because while I was talking I thought of at least 20 ways to help you with this.”

And he’s like

“Ok”

Because you are a very overpowering presence and he can’t really say no

Also

He’d rather have your chaotic energy on his side than any other

So when he nods

You whip out another pad of paper and start scribbling madly

Your first idea is to implant a soldat with some kind of sound system that you could make loud enough to hurt miranda

Your second idea is to build a fucking transformer

And your third idea is to switch the factory from whatever it’s running on now (presumably coal) to hydropower, which is what your house runs on

While you write out your ideas, heisenberg is watching you

But he’s also watching the screens

And you’re like

“Hey, you know what spotify is now, feel free to turn something on.”

Heisenberg learns, that day, that he enjoys classic rock, metal, and caramell fucking dansen

So yeah

You and heisenberg become the technological dream team

The village won’t know what hit it

#karl heisenberg x y/n #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x you #re8 x reader #resident evil 8 x reader

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lazarettta · 4 years ago

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Misthios

Characters (Reader x Mother Miranda...?) 👀

Rating (T)

Word Count (2.8k)

Warnings (none, first half is has no dialogue, writing while high,)

Once her little warrior, always her little warrior.

I'm sorry if it's hot 🗑💀

The fire was finally the way you wanted it and you could finally fucking rest. You'd been hiking all goddamn day through the rain and snow, and you just wanted a minute to rest and to eat. The sun was starting to set and you still needed to set up your tent, but for the moment you were content to just sit on the log and get warm.

“Who'd ever think a Spartan would be in Rome looking for answers, hm?” it was ironic, how you would've been accused of being a traitor or something like that back then. Ha...back then?

Truthfully you weren't sure anymore where your life really started it's been so long, centuries really if you were being honest. Sometimes even your own secrets were too overwhelming for you to admit, and as the years continued to pass you by it was getting harder and harder for you to hold onto the same principles you once believed in. The wars you've participated in, two of them by choice...and as a favor for the third.

It shouldn't have been possible but it was for you, it was both a blessing and a curse because you were nothing special...you grew up with Spartan blood running through your veins, pushed at a young age to hunt and to protect, it was a common tradition for families then, especially for the oldest or only children. Your didn't ever recall your father, he died in battle before you were born but your mother was there, always. Even if her face was blurry after all of the time that has passed you by—you still remember her teachings and her technique. Your mother was the best hunter in Sparta, proudly.

But after...after her passing, the streets taught you how to be a mercenary at a young age...and then an assassin, not by choice but by necessity because you weren't a good person then, not really, and you still weren't now...but you still had the will do what was right, and so you did.

And maybe that is why the Gods did not let you die in the battlefield when you'd been caught off guard, for what is no longer relevant as it is now long gone, but the scar left through your heart would forever stain you inside and out by some random Greek bastard. You don't remember much of the dying part as much as you remembered how badly it hurt and how livid you were watching him stand over you with his bloody sword raised to the heavens. But just like your pain, that emotion was ebbed away as you laid there dying.

And die you did. And your body laid there for who knows how long but when you woke up, oh you sprung up ready to fight but there wasn't a fight left to be had...the war was over...but you didn't know that until you woke up the second time. Not realizing that your body was next to be burned in the ditch as the battlefield was being cleared of all the corpses from both sides. A gruesome chore performed by the prisoners taken by Sparta.

You had no idea why the Gods healed you and brought you back from the dead, you didn't deserve a second chance (at the time you didn't realize that it was a power). You were blessed by the Gods and that's all that it was, people looked at you with both awe and envy. Some gave all of their iron and dearest family possessions as a gift to the Gods in hopes that their wishes were granted. They hated you and you did not care. You were unstoppable, everyone wanted your attention and your skills—it made you arrogant and stupid for years. And when you caught a pretty nasty gash across your back from a werewolf that ambushed you and your horse, your leathers had been torn and bloody by the time you speared your way through four of those beasts. But while there was blood, there was no wound...the only evidence were the scars it left behind.

Snap!

You turned your head slightly, a few strands of your hair falling in front of your ever sharp (y/e/c) eyes. You stayed perfectly still, eyes scanning the forest surrounding you but there was nothing after several moments. Just as well...with a loud sigh, you finally got up to put up your tent for the night and probably for the next few nights too. You slipped your hunting knife back into your boot but kept it unhooked just in case.

You lived in a time where guns existed but you were always better with a blade. You may not be an active misthios now (mercenary in today's world) but old habits were hard to kick. You were too old and too wise now, even if you didn't look a day over twenty-eight.

The next morning...

You woke with a start your grip around your obsidian hunting knife so tight your knuckles your skin strained against bone. You didn't have a dream but something woke you up, and it wasn't those damn birds chirping literally above your tint. With the help of the morning sun you could even see the spot where one of them pooped. Great. You laid there for a few more minutes, finally relaxed enough to move. You checked your surroundings again, walking around your camp but that feeling of unease didn't go away but it wasn't as strong.

Today was clearer than it was the day before though you still had to deal with the snow and the cold, not that either really bothered you too much. Leaving your camp behind, marking the trees so that you had a way to find your way back through these unfamiliar woods, you set off to find breakfast. You came to an edge, a cliff's peak and you went to stand on the edge of it—to maybe see the rest of the mountain you were exploring but something caught your immediate attention.

When was the last time you ever saw a castle? Not...not those tourist marks they have all over Europe but a castle. The place was eerie but most castles always felt that way to you...but this was different? It was as if the castle was looking right back at you, mocking you. From your vantage point you could make out the edges of a lake through the thick trees, you couldn't see it very well but you could tell it wasn't small nor was it man-made.

It was a pleasant surprise to discover this as you assumed that your trip would mostly be you exploring this cold ass mountain without a proper guide but you didn't need anyone to know why you were really up here, your reasons concerned no one but yourself. That and you knew you'd end up leading your guide. You were better off alone. Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself that but those words stopped being comforting a very long time ago. Not like fate was giving you much of a fucking choice though.

Your stomach growled, reminding you of your hunt...you glanced down at the village below the castle curiously before turning away from the ledge, the heavy aura of the castle still on your back.

Fat and full, that's exactly how you'd describe yourself at the moment. There were more predators in the area than there were prey it seemed but the rabbit you caught seemed plentiful enough. With winter kicking in, the most worrisome predator in the woods would be hibernating leaving nothing but the wolves and maybe a mountain lion for you to deal with if you're lucky. You hefted your smaller backpack onto your back and left your camp, deciding to check out the village to see if you could learn more about the castle.

You were both excited and curious, you'd spent a majority of your modern life exploring the wonders of the Earth and using the currency you've collected throughout your lifetimes to fund whatever myth caught your eye. In other words, you were bored but the thought of war and fighting no longer made your blood sing or your heart race. You've done so much of that already, and lost so much because of it.

“Get back! Get back! Agh—GET THE FUCK BACK!”

Your legs stopped moving immediately and your gloved hand was already wrapped around the hilt of your hunting knife, ears trained. You heard growling and barking not too far from where you stood, maybe two or three hundred feet to your right just through those bushes and that fallen tree. It sounded as if someone was having a bit of trouble with a pack of wolves. Which struck you as odd, you were still pretty high up on the mountains and you hadn't seen anyone else up here in a week, so it couldn't have been a local...could it?

The growling grew more intense and there were sounds of a scuffle and grunts but the man still sounded alive.

And it wasn't your problem. Your days of coming to the rescue were over. You allowed your hand to fall from your knife. You got maybe seven steps away before the man spotted you, he caught a glimpse of your fur lined hood and started screaming for you to help him just as one of the wolves snapped the branch he was holding in half, forcing his back against a tree. His time was counting down now.

He was yelling so loud, you were sure even the villagers could hear him now. There was no way you could walk away now.

“Fucking hell.” with a heavy sigh, you dropped your backpack and stalked in the direction of the soon to be crime scene. You didn't feel the need to mask your presence, you wanted the wolves to know that you were there and that ultimately saved that man's life. The wolves were honed in on you the moment you stepped through the bush but three shots echoed through the small clearing before any of them could pounce in your direction. The echoes faded away quickly, and you sighed again watching the white snow stain red beneath the furry corpses.

The only other sound heard was the man's heavy breathing as he leaned against a tree. You looked down at your gun before putting it back in it's holster on your lower back, you may prefer blades but it was always better to have something and not need it, than to need it and not have it.

“Thank...thank you,”

You looked at the man with furrowed brows...just by looking at him, you knew that he wasn't a native but the moment he opened his mouth only confirmed it. He was American...you spotted all of his gear nearby, torn to shreds and you scoffed.

“I don't think camping is for you.”

“I don't think so either,” He tried for a smile but it was only a grimace, the blonde man pushed himself from the tree and approached you, carefully stepping around the wolves bodies, “I'm uh a bit lost, I guess.”

“And I'm leaving.”

“Wait!” he rushed around you, stopping you and you could've gone through the man if you wanted to...you were taller than him by an inch or two, and you definitely had more mass than he probably knew what to do with, “Listen, I'm obviously not from here, but I'm trying to find my daughter okay, she's—”

“I'm not from around here,” you held your hand to make him stop while simultaneously telling yourself that you're not about to get involved in someone else's mess and derail your own mission, “I'm sorry about your kid, but I can't help you.”

He frowned at you obviously not happy with your answer but he was quickly reaching into his pocket and any normal person, especially someone who is armed, would've taken a step back but you weren't some ordinary person. You simply raised an eyebrow, because you knew that he wasn't going to attack you even though he was probably fully capable of doing so. You assumed that he was about to dig out a baby picture or something but it was just a sheet of paper with writing on it. You took it before he could shove the damn thing in your face and you looked down at it carefully, keeping your face neutral.

“I can't read whatever language that is.”

You glared up at him from beneath your lashes, “And you think that I can?”

“Can you?” he shot back, and you rolled your eyes...your attention back to the paper before shoving it back in his hands, “Well?”

You nearly scowled at his impatience, “It's a mix of Romanian, Serbian and Tatar. Whoever sent that clearly doesn't want anyone else to know what's on it.”

“So you can read it then?”

“Bits and pieces,” You said with a shrug, “I'm not expert but someone named Beneviento is demanding a shorter route for wine delivery from that giant castle.”

He stared at you then down to the paper, which was full from top to bottom, then back to you, “What...that's all? Are you sure?? No, that can't be all...there has to be something about my daughter here! Here, please, just try again slower—”

“That's all I could read.” you shouldered past him, throwing your hood back up and ignoring his calls after you. Your backpack was exactly where you dropped it, you shook off the snow and threw it back on your back not caring about the cool wetness on your back now—you just wanted to get away from this area as quickly as possible. You should've used your knife as those gunshots gave away your position.

“Amateur hour everyone,” you grumbled under your breath...you veered off the path slightly, just in case he tried to follow you (wouldn't be the first time someone tried to force you to help them).

You'd maybe walked for a mile or two down the mountain before you noticed the hairs on the back of your neck standing, you chanced a casual glance over your shoulder but there was no one there, no man nor animal. Licking your dry lips you turned back around but as you were doing so, you caught something in your peripheral. A dark figure, twenty feet away and that's when you noticed how fucking quiet everything was around you...you forced yourself to keep walking even as a feeling of dread began crawling up your back, like two sharp fingers walking along the ridges of your spine.

Pushing the hood from your head, you whirled around with your knife drawn at your side gripping it with the intentions to kill but there was nothing there except two large obsidian feathers fluttering gently down onto the snow at your boots. Feathers?

Cool breath touched the base of your neck when you heard soft chuckling directly behind you. You turned around sharply, easily flipping your knife around but the mass of darkness in front of you disoriented you for a split second and that was all this creature needed. Before you could plunge your knife into it's feathery belly, a pale hand shot out and caught your wrist in a bruising grip as another hand curled itself around your throat, sharp nails oh so slightly pricking your skin.

You were about to kick away when the creature leaned forward, and it's face came from beneath the hood...only it wasn't an it, it was a she, though her entire face was hidden by the gold headgear you could see her lips and...and her eyes.

A pair of eyes you'd never forget in any of your lifetimes. It felt like a millennia ago when those eyes alone had you on your knees covered in fresh warm blood and exhausted from tearing through small armies.

Despite yourself, you were trembling in her ironclad grip, your hand that wasn't still trapped fruitlessly came up to wrap around her wrist as if that was going to help you. You both knew that it wouldn't. She brought you closer until your feet were no longer on the ground and you could feel the tip of your blade pressing against something...no, her...and your nose was nearly touching her helmet.

“ο μικρός μου πολεμιστής...” (my little warrior...) her cool breath washed over your face, her eyes still boring down into yours so intensely you swore you felt the heat, even as her hand tightened around your throat making you choke, but you were fighting against her... “επιτέλους ήρθες σπίτι μου...” her chuckle fell on deaf ears. (you've finally come home to me...)

You were supposed to run into Alcina first 😭, but Miranda works too...(save the best for last obvi) I don't know I am playing Odyssey while waiting for this game to drop and I went The Old Guard route too so then I just ended up writing some shit, and I wanted to try something that's not so maiden-esque lol so I hope it's enjoyable at least...I honestly might make this a WIP...

#resident evil 8 #mother miranda x reader #mother miranda #resident evil #resident evil village #lady alcina #alcina dimitrescu #alcina x reader #dis tew much #assassins creed odyssey #lady dimitrescu #i'm a big simp for these bishes

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the-broken-truth · 4 years ago

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The Lion of House Dimitrescu

Summary: During a meeting with Mother Miranda & the other lords, Alcina learns of a strange captive in her brother's care - he has the body of a human but humans don't have horns nor ears & tails that resemble lions. Just what is he and what is Alcina's interest in him?

Pairing: Lady Alcina Dimitrescu x Male Lion Demon (Leo)

Leul meu - My Lion

Cereți și voi livra, Doamna mea - Ask and I shall deliver, My Lady

"I'm telling you, Mother Miranda - we have to get rid of him. He's costing me Lycans." The voice of that fool - Heisenberg - was the first thing Alcina heard as she made it to the Meeting Grounds and took her seat; all the other lords were present, as well as their matriarch/mother - Mother Miranda.

"What has he done now, Heisenberg?" Mother Miranda asked as she looked in Fourth Lord's direction.

"Just last night - that creature slaughter another 5 of my Lycans without even moving for where he stood; with a flick of his claw, he tore open their bellies like scissors through ribbons. I can't keep hold him - not like I'm really holding him, to begin with; he can easily break out of his bindings but he just choices not to because 'it's not worth his time.'." Heisenberg said as he leaned back into his chair with a tired exhale.

"Sounds like someone is giving you a run for your coin, Karl." Angie chuckled as she clapped from her position on Donna's Lap, Heisenberg snarled at the doll as he forced his hammer into his hand.

"Keep that damn doll quiet, Donna, or I'll turn it into a porcelain pile!" He growled.

"Meanie!" Angie squealed as she scooched closer to Donna.

"Silence!" Mother Miranda echoed out as she threw her hands up and her 6 wings fanned out - silencing the siblings. "Now - we shall discuss like adults what shall do about this creature; it's not something you would see every day and thus it will not be killed." Mother Miranda began before Karl interrupted her.

"With all due respect, Mother Miranda, it's not that we 'shouldn't' kill - it's that we 'can't' kill it. I sent a fuck-ton of metal through its chest before it fell, only to revive itself." Karl said as he looked at his mother.

"Mother Miranda - what is this 'creature' that you and Heisenberg keep referring to?" Alcina said as she took one long swing from her cigarette before resting the hand that held it on her armrest.

"Heisenberg has come in possession of a creature - it looked like a mortal man so he sent his lycans after it but it easy cut them all down. Once Heisenberg managed to capture it - it was revealed that this creature wasn't mortal at all; it possessed the ears and tail of a lion, as well as the fangs, claws, and power of one." Mother Miranda explained.

"And the horns - don't forget the fucking horns." Karl said as he exhaled again.

"If this creature is so strong - then how was Heisenberg able to capture it?" Alcina asked.

"The fucker allowed itself to get caught - when I asked it, it told me 'wasting my strength on your pathetic brood isn't worth it. I'll go with you and see just what you can offer me.' - then it followed me back to the factory and it stayed there...until it got bored or my lycans got ballsy and got their asses killed." Karl explained.

"Where is the creature now? At your deathtrap of a factory?" Alcina asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No - I brought the fucking monster here. Like I said - I'm not taking it back with me; I lost more than 25% of my lycans dealing with that fucking thing." Karl said with a hiss.

"Now that you are all caught up - we need to decide what we can do with the creature. Heisenberg refuses to house it any longer - which is understandable."

"Thank you, Mother Miranda." Karl took an exhale of relief.

"Donna has always backed out of housing the creature in fear of it breaking her dolls. That would leave Moreau and Alcina. Out of the two of them - I think would be best if Alcina housed the creature." Mother Miranda said.

"You would wish a beast to roam in my castle?" Alcina asked.

"As Heisenberg stated before - it is well behaved. It acts mortal but with far more strength and a few unseen abilities." Mother Miranda said.

"As much as I hate to admit it - the damn thing knows how to cook and damn good too. If it wasn't so damn destructive, I would have kept it for the food." Karl said.

"Is that so? Well - I was looking for a new cooking staff. If this is what you wish, Mother Miranda - I shall house the creature." Alcina said.

"Perfect. Heisenberg - collect the creature and bring it here." Miranda ordered as she pointed down the hall where the creature was being held. Heisenberg groaned as he rose from his seat and grabbed his hammer and disappeared down the hall.

Everyone waited and watched the hall until they heard a few things: the sounds of chains rattling, then the sound of Heisenberg yelling 'Get your fucking hands off me!'...then they watched as Heisenberg came flying out the shadows and crashed into the pue he was sitting on; laying there, groaning in pain.

All these were on the shadows and they widened as another figure came out of the shadows: He was built with muscles as if he was sculpted - his skin was like light bronze, riddled with scars and wounds that healed up over time - his eyes were dark blue, deeper than a raw sapphire - his hair was short, didn't even go past his hairline but it was free all over his head. True to Heisenberg's word: There were lion ears that matched his hair color perched atop his head, as well as a tail of the same color that swayed by his ankles; what's more on his hair line were two black goat-like horns where the tips pointed in the direction of the back of his head. And if that wasn't enough, he was tall.

By tall - they meant giant.

And by giant - they meant HE WAS THE SAME HEIGHT AS ALCINA!!!

The giant wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes but he was wearing dark grey baggy pants made of cloth that were tied around his waist with a cloth belt, tied at his side. His hands here bound before him as he glared down at the groaning Fourth Lord.

"I've warned you thrice, Heisenberg, and you didn't heed my warnings. I told you not to grab my tail to try to make me move at your desired pace." The stranger growled as his long lion swayed at his heels.

"That doesn't mean you throw me like trash, you damn freak!" Karl yelled as he pushed himself off the ground.

"If you didn't want to be treated like trash, then don't behave like trash." The man rolled his eyes as he looked at Miranda and the other lords - the massive man bowed his head with his eyes closed.

"Please do forgive me for destroying your stuff, Madam Miranda; but I refuse to act like an animal." The stranger said - respect dripping for each of his words.

"You...You are excused this first time but only this time - do not let it happen again." Miranda said as she collected her composer.

"Of course. I was informed you decided on my fate." the man said.

"Yes." Miranda began as she gestured her hand in Alcina's direction - making the First Lord stand. "This is Lady Alcina Dimitrescu - Lord of the Castle Dimitrescu. She will be your new keeper; I expect you to treat her with respect and listen to her words." Miranda said as Alcina walked up to the man who could stand up to her - literally.

"So - you are the one who has been giving that fool such a hard time. You're not exactly what I imagined." Alcina said as she waved her cigarette in his direction - he was not affected by the smoke.

"If you don't mind me asking - just what were you expecting, Lady Dimitrescu? I pray you weren't expecting a grotesque, uncontrollable monster." The man said with a raised eyebrow.

"In a way, Leul meu. But I am happy to announce you are better looking than I thought. I wonder what else you are capable of." Alcina said with a smile.

"Well." He smirked as he grabbed Alcina's other hand gently with his bound hands and brought them to his lips. "Cereți și voi livra, Doamna mea." He placed a gentle but burning kiss on Alcina's knuckles. The two of them smiled like cats who just devoured canaries as they looked into each others' eyes.

"What name do you go by?" Alcina asked with a purr.

"My name is Leo, My Lady." He purred back and kissed her knuckles again.

#resident evil 8 #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x oc #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x male oc

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alenkorra · 2 years ago

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It's only out of character if you don't put yourself in their shoes and try seeing things from their perspective.

First of all the "we worked with Cerberus not for them" excuse makes no sense. Shepard is never the one in control in ME2. They NEVER have the upper hand on TIM. It doesn't matter if your Shepard was mean to him, they still did exactly what he wanted up until they reached the Collector base.

TIM put together a crew that would make Shepard see the nicer side of Cerberus to get them to let their guard down. TIM pointed Shepard towards Horizon knowing the VS would be there and knowing the Collectors were coming. TIM lured Shepard to the Collector ship knowing it was a trap. Shepard did not use TIM.

But back to the VS, they spent 2 years mourning their friend/lover after watching them die. Kaidan literally says in his About Horizon letter that he struggled with survivor's guilt after that and I don't doubt Ash had a similar experience. 2 years it took for them to get their shit together and start to move on... only for Shepard to show up out of nowhere, suddenly ALIVE and working FOR the terrorist, human supremacist pieces of shit that they used to fight together. So, you can imagine how incredibly shocking and confusing all of that must be for them.

On top of that, there's the fact that Shepard acts like no time has passed and the "nicest" dialogue option is for them to say "it's been too long, how have you been? 🤪" Who the fuck says that to their loved ones after coming back from the dead? It's so insensitive and tone deaf, I really can't blame the VS for getting angry right after that. In fact, I think it was unrealistic for the other squadmates not to be more suspicious/frustrated.

That line is what immediately throws them off, and then comes the realization that they're working for Cerberus. What reasons does the VS have to believe Shepard? They have no way of knowing if that's actually the real Shep. Garrus or other aliens being there means nothing, Cerberus only allowed aliens to join for the suicide mission. "Oh but Miranda rebuilt-" Why would they ever trust Miranda's word when she was one of TIM's most trusted operatives at the time?

All of the VS's concerns were completely valid and the Citadel DLC where we learn they made a whole clone of Shepard only proved that further. Not to mention TIM did use the threat of the Reapers to manipulate Shep into doing what he wanted (as I mentioned at the beginning of my comment).

You also give Tali too much credit considering she's still very mistrusting of Cerberus when she joins the Normandy and makes it clear she's only there for Shepard. Garrus and most of the other squadmates are there because they're criminals who have no choice, they're being payed, or their moral code compels them to help Shepard but they haven't had close encounters with Cerberus and seen with their own eyes the things they did like the VS did.

But anyway, the real antagonist of the Horizon argument is Shep's dialogue. Yes, the VS walks away and stops listening, but any attempt Shepard makes at explaining themselves comes off as vague, defensive and unsympathetic to the VS and what they're feeling in that moment.

And lastly, since you took time to praise Liara for what she did, I'm gonna say that the Horizon argument could've been avoided if she had contacted the VS and the rest of the Normandy crew and told them that Shepard's body had been found and they were working on saving them.

The VS doesn't deserve to be antagonized for having valid concerns and not dickriding Shepard as soon as they saw them and I don't think they acted OOC for not wanting to immediately drop everything, leave their jobs and join shepard like nothing happened.

With how fast and completely Garrus and Tali--two non-humans--trust Shepard even while she's cooperating with Cerberus, the human VS not even giving Shepard's claims due thought it just insulting, not to mention out of character! Like, I do not in any way think that the human crew members are better or more important, but in my mind there would be more solidarity between fellow humans--not to mention, again, that Shepard and the VS went through the fucking wringer together with the rest of the crew during the Saren fiasco.

And the VS was FRIENDS with Garrus and Tali, too! You don't think that three of your old comrades temporarily working with not for Cerberus means some heavy, dangerous, and important shit is going down?

Sure, Garrus and Tali are like "You sure about this, Shepard? I mean, you remember what they did, right?" And then Shepard can reply "Oh, I haven't forgotten, but these are desperate times, and that's why I'm also glad you're here; I trust you implicitly. Thanks for trusting me." They ask her. They talk to her, and actually listen.

Hell, the only reason Wrex and Liara don't join you is because they're busy doing other, equally important things. Liara gives your corpse to Cerberus, for fuck's sake! A decision I support, btw, but that makes Shepard the bad guy? That the VS is so far up their own ass about Cerberus that they literally can't see or think of anything else is absurd. Humanity's at war with the Collectors (you LITERALLY just saw them attack the colony while you were there!), and you're getting hung up on an alliance of convenience between a shady organization with good intentions (in the case of the Collectors only) and your old commanding officer who you had complete and total faith and trust in mere moments before seeing them again on Horizon???

That conversation should have been longer. I should have had the ability to argue my case better, IF the VS were to continue being obtuse and rigid and out-of-character, that is. Otherwise, Ashley/Kaidan should have reacted a lot more like Wrex and Liara: "Sorry, Shepard. It's good to see you again, and I wish I could help, but I have important things I'm working on right now. Good luck on your mission, I'm thinking about you." Like.

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The Strings That Bind Us ~ Vulcan's Mission

Summary: Vulcan heads to the other 3 Lord Holds to get information on the Lord Dinner. Will it go well?

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Vulcan

MY LONGEST ONE YET! YES!

[The Next Morning After The Lord Meeting] [At House Beneviento]

Vulcan stood before the front door as he secured the Beneviento House Crest Clip on his hooded cloak to ensure it remained on his shoulders; once he removed his hands, the crest clip shined in the light of the lamp.

"Leaving already, Vulcan?" Donna asked as she descended the stairs and walked over to Vulcan who turned around to face her.

"It's better if I leave in the morning so I can back come by the evening. I'll get the list first then I'll go shopping for the food in the morning." Vulcan said as he watched Donna's face look off to the side; he could see the fear in her eyes. His hand grasped her chin and moved her face to look into his eyes. "I'll come back to you, Donna; I'd never turn away from you and Angie. Thank you for trusting me with this." He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, which she returned as she placed her hands on his chest.

Vulcan pulled away when he felt a tug on his pants leg causing him to look down to see Angie looking up at him with the eyes of a child.

"Can I have a hug?" Angie asked.

Vulcan smiled and crouched down, gathering the doll in his arm, and hugged both her and Donna. After a while, he set Angie on her feet and gave Donna one last kiss before he turned on his heel and left out the house door, down the stairs, and down the trail to begin his mission.

[A Few Moments Later - At The Stairway to Castle Dimitrescu]

Vulcan looked at the massive Victorian-Styled Castle before him - The Home of the First Lord, Alcina Dimitrescu. He was not looking forward to talking with her but he knew she was going to be the most difficult of the lords.

'Better to the pain in the ass out of the way first.' Vulcan thought as he took his first step to scale the stairs until he reached the massive door; he knocked upon the door for a few moments until it was opened by a Housemaid.

"Can I help you?" The Housemaid asked in a very timid voice.

"Yes, I would like to see Lady Dimitrescu." Vulcan said.

"What reason do you have to see the Lady of the Castle?" The housemaid asked again with a raised eyebrow.

"House of Beneviento Business." Vulcan said as he moved the side of the cloak to reveal the house crest upon his chest. The Housemaid's eyes widened as she moved aside.

"Of course, please, come in. I'll call the lady." The housemaid said as she moved into the castle with Vulcan behind her.

The Housemaid asked him to wait in the foyer while she retrieved the Lady of the Castle, Vulcan gave her a nod and watched as she scaled up the stairs. He stood there in the center of the room - the fire in the fireplace crackling now and then. He looked around - the floor was so clear that Vulcan could see his reflection upon the surface, the chairs, and table resting by the fireplace looked as if they were sown & carved by hand, the chandler above his hand looked like it was crafted with diamonds as opposed to crystal; it was beautiful but too expensive for Vulcan's taste.

'This place is too grand - how can you stop yourself getting lost in here? House Beneviento is more accustomed to me.' Vulcan thought with a smile at thought of Donna and Angie back at home waiting for him...when the sound of buzzing rung in his ears. Vulcan opened his eyes again to find a few dozen flies circling around him like a slow cyclone - carried with was multiple giggles.

"Oh, look at the newcomer, sisters." One voice purred.

"Isn't he the one mother was trying to get to come here?" A second voice curiously asked.

"Yeah, that's him. Maybe he finally came to his senses." said the 3rd voice.

"I'm here to speak to Lady Dimitrescu for House Beneviento." Vulcan said as he remained still.

"Aw, don't you want to stay here?" The first voice asked. "I'm sure Mother would treat you much better than Aunt Donna would."

"You would be a Lord, yourself. Live in the lap of luxury and have the power to command anyone you desire." The second voice said.

"I've said this to Lady Dimitrescu and I will say it to you - I am not interested." Vulcan said.

"If you're not interested, why are you here then?" The sound of Lady Dimitrescu's voice came from on top of the stairs. Vulcan looked up at the towering lady, stating at the top of the stairs, slowing descending down with her hand dragging along the wooden pole. The flies moved away from Vulcan and formed into 3 separate bodies - the Daughters of Dimitrescu. Vulcan waited for Alcina to get to the bottom of the stairs before he gave a slight bow in respect with his eyes closed.

"Lady Dimitrescu, forgive me for arriving unannounced but there is something I would like to discuss with you regarding the Lord Dinner begin hosted at House Beneviento." Vulcan said - his eyes opened when he felt the large hand of the Castle Lady grip his chin and lifted it - Amber meet Gold.

"Are you sure that's all you wish to talk about, Little Mortal? Are you certain you didn't want to see what I have to offer you?" Alcina purred with a glow in her eyes but Vulcan's face remained professional. He rose to stand at his full height, which removed Alcina's hand from his face.

"Lady Dimitrescu, please, I have expressed on numerous occasions that I am not interested in being your...other half." Vulcan said.

"And why is that, little mortal? Why would you not want to live in a castle with servants waiting on you hand and foot? Riches that pile so high could by the world and still have more? Everything you could want and need within arms reach and you wouldn't want that?" Alcina asked.

"I have all I could want with Donna and Angie - I've traveled the world to become someone that would be worthy of them, a partner that would make House Beneviento proud." Vulcan said with a smile when mentioning his girls; this made Alcina frown.

"You would rather have her than anything I could offer you?" She asked with a hiss.

"Yes." A simple answer.

Alcina inhaled and exhaled before she looked into Vulcan's eyes.

"What do you want to talk about regarding the Lord Dinner?" Alcina asked as she folded her arms.

"I want this Lord Dinner to be grand for all the Lords and Madam Miranda, to do that I would like to know 3 things about you: Your preferred dish, your drink of choice, and any kind of dessert you would enjoy?" Vulcan asked as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper pad & pen.

Alcina began speaking and Vulcan wrote down her order.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

Main Dish - She asked to try the Blood Steak she heard about from Donna

Drink - Romanian Red Wine (I have to pick some from The Duke)

Dessert - Black Forest Cake

Vulcan pocketed the pad and the writing utensil before he looked at Alcina and her daughters, gave them a nod, and turned on his heel to begin walking away - before he could reach the stairs; he was suddenly picked up by his waist from behind and was lifted with his back pressed against the busty chest of Alcina Dimitrescu.

"Lady Dimitrescu, what is the meaning of this?! Unhand me!" Vulcan barked as he began squirming against her grip; he left her hand on his chest and her lips near the back of his neck.

"Why must you fight against me, Vulcan? I know you want more than my sister could offer you but your blind love for her is making you refuse what you really want. Let me give it to you - stay here with me and have everything you could ever want." Alcina whispered against his neck.

"I told you no - I am loyal to Donna and I would never turn away from her. Now - Let me go." The man demanded.

"Such fire in your voice, I wonder just how good your blood tastes." That made Vulcan's eye widen but before he could do anything - his house jacket was ripped open to expose his shoulder and he felt the pain of fangs breaking his skin.

Vulcan gripped his teeth to keep from screaming but he felt anger flood his body.

"I TOLD YOU TO LET GO OF ME!" Vulcan roared.

Alcina was suddenly thrown off him by an unknown force - making her slid back to her daughters.

"Mother! Are you alright?!" The blonde-haired daughter asked as she ran over to her mother. Alcina didn't answer - her eyes were wide and dilated, almost like a cat's - as she looked at Vulcan's bleeding shoulder. The Servant of Beneviento covered his wound before glaring at the Castle Lady - his eyes blood red and his pupils... slit like a predator's.

"If you weren't one of the Lords of this Land, I would have killed you for doing something like that! I won't act on my own but I will be informing Madame Miranda of this. Keep your distance from, Alcina Dimitrescu; I shan't notify you again." With a growl - Vulcan turned on his heel again and stormed out of the castle, slamming the door behind him.

Alcina stood to her full height again - her hand covering her mouth as her tongue collected the blood dripping down her chin.

'His blood... it was... DIVINE. Richer than any maiden's blood I have ever tasted. Whatever he is, he is not human...and I want him. I must have that blood for myself; he must aid me in continuing the bloodline of House Dimitrescu!'

[Meanwhile - With Vulcan]

The amber-eyed man marched down the dirt path, holding his house jacket close to the wound - cursing all kinds of things about Alcina. He made his way to the gate leading the Moreau's Reservoir when a familiar voice called out to him.

"That looks like a pretty nasty bite wound." Vulcan turned to see the Duke sitting at his carriage. "If I were to guess, I'd say Lady Dimitrescu decided to take a bite out of you." Duke said as he wrote down something in his small journal.

"You won't be wrong, Duke; she literally grabbed me and sunk her teeth into me." Vulcan said as he walked over to him.

"Unpredictable as ever, she is; that wound will get back if you don't do something about it. Would you care for a bottle of First Aid Medicine?" The large man asked as he held a small bottle of green liquid.

"I don't have any Lei on me right now, I wasn't planning to buy anything." Vulcan hissed in pain.

"Nor were you planning on getting bitten by a Vampiric Castle Owner. You've been a loyal customer to me for years, Vulcan, you can have it for free." The Duke said as he reached down a gave the bottle to Vulcan.

"Thanks, Duke," Vulcan said as he opened the bottle and poured it on his wound. "By the way, you wouldn't happen to have some Romanian Red Wine, would you?" Vulcan asked as he fixed his jacket back on his shoulder.

"I do but I'd be willing to part with it for 5000 Lei." The Duke smiled at him.

"I'll come to get it tomorrow and a few other things, can you hold it for me?" Vulcan asked.

"Of course, your coin is the best coin for me to receive." The Duke said.

"Perfect, I'll see you later." Vulcan turned and began walking away.

"Anytime, Lord Vulcan." Duke said, making Vulcan stop and turn back to look at him.

"Duke, I'm not a Lord." Vulcan said, making the fat man laugh.

"Not yet, but at the rate you're going, you'll be a Lord within a few months' time...maybe a father even." Duke chucked, Vulcan blushed and turned to head to the reservoir

[Timeskip - At Moreau's Reservoir]

"Lord Moreau? Are you here, Lord Moreau?" Vulcan called out as he walked around the reservoir depths - he searched for a while before he heard the static of television and the sound of someone sobbing. He followed the sound until he saw the hunched few of Lord Moreau sobbing before a small static tv.

"Mother Miranda... why don't you love me like the others? You know I'll do anything you ask me to do, so why don't you love me too?" The Lord of the Reservoir; that made Vulcan's heartstring tug.

"Lord Moreau." Vulcan called out, startling me small 'man'.

"Who...Who are you?! Why are you here?!" Moreau panicked before he looked at Vulcan again. "Wait, I know you - you're Donna's Servant, right?" Moreau asked as he inched closer to him.

"Yes, Lord Moreau. My name is Vulcan and I serve Donna at House Beneviento; it's nice to finally meet you." Vulcan smiled at the man, who was so confused.

"You...You stood up for me. At the House Meeting. You told Heisenberg to respect me..." Moreau said as he a Vulcan were now facing each other.

"He should - You're his brother and brothers are supposed to be there for each other. Donna told me that you were very kind and she was right." Vulcan said.

"I...No one has ever told me that, thank you, Vulcan." Moreau said with a smile.

"Of course, Lord Moreau." Vulcan said.

"Please, call me Salvatore; that's my first name and you're very kind." The creature smiled again.

"Of course, Lord Salvatore. Now, as much as I would love to stay and chat, I'm a bit pressed for time. As you know, The Lord Dinner is coming up and I would like to know what your preferred food, drink, and dessert is." Vulcan said as he pulled out the pad and pen again with a smile. Salvatore smiled again and told him what he wanted to know.

"I don't know if I'll be welcome there." The small man said.

"You're a Lord and this is a Lord Dinner; of course you're allowed and welcome, besides, I have a little trick up my sleeve." Vulcan smiled as he waved his hand.

"What kind of trick?" Salvatore asked.

"You'll find out at the dinner. Have a great day, Salvatore." Vulcan rose to his feet and made his way back out the way he came, looking at the new list of items.

Lord Salvatore Moreau

Main Dish - Grilled Salmon with a side salad and cornbread

Drink - White Wine

Dessert - Keylime Pie.

'That man goes through all that pain with siblings who don't even respect him and a mother who rarely acknowledges him... I'll do what I can for him. He's too kind not to get the love back he dishes out.' Vulcan thought as he pocketed the pad and pen again before heading to the last of the lords - Karl Heisenberg.

[Timeskip - Karl Heisenberg's Factory]

Vulcan opened the door and walked into the factory with his hand on his dagger, just in case something popped off.

"Well, Well, Well - if it isn't the Ugly Ass Psycho Doll's Plaything?" Karl's voice rung out of the empty space.

"I'd appreciate you not disrespecting her like that, Heisenberg; I'm here on House Beneviento Business and I would rather get it over and done with so I can make my last stop and go home." Vulcan said as he looked around the make sure there were not hidden Lycans waiting to pounce on him.

"House Business? What could she want with me?" Karl's voice rang out again.

"This is about the Lord Dinner and I'm doing this to make sure it goes well. Just tell me what I want to know and I'll be on my way." Vulcan said.

"Now, where's the fun in that - just telling you...when you could work for it?" Karl's voice called out - that when Vulcan heard movement and found himself surrounded by at least 20 to 30 Lycans.

"What the hell is this, Heisenberg?" Vulcan snarled as he pulled his daggers from under his cloak.

"The challenge is simple - kill them and I'll tell you what you want to know. Lose and...well, Donna and her doll will be short once playmate." Karl laughed over the intercom.

"Smug Bastard." Vulcan growled and got into a battle stance.

"Ready? Set...SIC HIM BOYS!"

All the Lycans charged at Vulcan but there's something Karl should have known - You don't fuck with the House of Beneviento's Servant.

[Small Timeskip - After the fight.]

Vulcan stood in the center of the lycan bodies - most of them with their throats cut open, some with missing limbs, others with their bellies completely sliced open. His daggers in his hands - soaked in blood. His clothes and cloak with multiple claw marks. Panting, he looked up at the intercom and smirked.

"Ya done, Karl? You gonna tell me what I want to know or do I have to come up there and show you I mean business?" Vulcan smirked.

Karl was quiet for a moment before he spoke again.

"What do you want to know?"

Karl Heisenberg

Main Dish - Fried Chicken with corn and mashed potatoes

Drink - Whiskey

Dessert - Sweet Potato Pie

Vulcan was tired as he walked out of the factory with the last of the lords' orders taken but there was one last stop to make and he wasn't looking forward to it.

[To Mother Miranda's Location - The Lord Meeting Room]

Miranda looked at the kneeling man with ripped clothes and damage to his body that would have killed a normal man but it was obvious he was no mortal man.

"You're telling me you did all this without Donna's recommendation to make the Lord Dinner go better?" Miranda asked as she looked down at Vulcan.

"For the glory of House Beneviento and for Donna & Angie, I would go to any length." Vulcan said as he remained kneeling.

"If you have all the lords' orders, why are you here?" She asked.

"It wouldn't be right to get the lords' order and not get the Village Leader's Order, Madame Miranda. I would like to know what you would consume so that I may return home to Donna and Angie." Vulcan said.

"You really consider House Beneviento your home?" Miranda asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Anywhere Donna and Angie are is my home. They are my home." Vulcan said.

After a few moments, Miranda gave Vulcan the order she wanted and watched as he rose to his feet and turned to leave.

"I want you to know - I still don't think you're worthy of her. She hails from noble blood while you are commoner. You will never be worthy of Donna, even if she loves you." Miranda said as watched Vulcan leave.

"I know but I will give her all the love in the world just to stay by her side." The man said as he disappeared into the darkness.

"What the hell are you, Vulcan?" She questioned herself.

[Timeskip - House Beneviento - around 11:35]

The moment Vulcan opened the door - he was engulfed in a hug...well...two hugs. He looked at Donna who had her arms wrapped around his waist and Angie who was hugging his leg.

"Where have you been?! It's almost midnight and..."She looked at his condition. "What happened to you?!" Donna shrieked with worry.

"Sit down and let me make us some tea...this will be a long one." Vulcan said as he walked to the kitchen.

-After Explaining Everything-

"How dare she?!" Angie said. "She had no right to touch my father, let alone bite him!"

"And Karl made you fight Lycans to get his order?! I told you this wasn't a good idea, Vulcan; I can't believe you talked me into this." Donna said.

"But it was worth it, Donna." Vulcan said as he finished his tea.

"No, it wasn't! No orders were worth the condition you're in now!" Donna yelled.

"I know you're mad but trust me when I tell you that it was worth it." Vulcan said as he gathered her hand and kissed it a few times.

"I..."Donna tried to find the words.

"Please, love. Everything will be fine." Vulcan's eyes shined like stars as Donna blushed and looked away.

"Alright, I'll let it go this time but no more risky trips." Donna said as Vulcan gathered her in his arms and kissed her.

"I promise." Vulcan said as he placed another kiss on her lips.

"Soo..."Angie began. "When am I getting a sibling?"

"ANGIE!!!" Vulcan and Donna blushed at the smirking doll.

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x male oc #resident evil 8

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