Hello :> May I request something along the lines of
Reader is a major figure in Miranda's cult to the point a lot of people see the reader as a second hand to Miranda. The only thing is, reader has never met Miranda. Unbeknownst to Miranda's like number one devotee, Miranda has been watching them to the point Miranda wants to meet them. So one night before the reader goes to sleep, Miranda appears and talks to the reader. After so many visits Miranda tells the reader basically about the experiments, fully excepting the fear of God to be placed into the readers heart (aka Miranda's got it bad and is afraid of her own feelings so she attempts to separate herself from people that actually care). The reader though is adamant in their devotion. Miranda then sorta breakdown and talks about Eva. After that visit Miranda's feelings deepen and so one day during church - Miranda just kinda strolls in and grabs the reader and leaves the church. Reader, looks at Miranda confused and Miranda confesses to reader.
Sorry if this seems like overly specific? I played through Silent Hill again to get the ol good+ ending and kinda got obsessed with the whole cult aspect and there's not a whole lot of the cult aspect in the RE8 fandom (I mean there is but not at the same time - of that makes sense)
Autumn leaves crunch underneath boot heels. The cool wind blows wisps of red hair around in a frenzy. Streetlamps are the only thing illuminating the ground as the pair approach their house.
Its the first time they’ve been home in days. Both Wanda and Nat had been sent off on a week long mission. They were supposed to have returned home yesterday, but a delay in the mission and a repair on the quinjet pushed the return back another day and a half.
When their quinjet touched down late into the night, the pair had considered staying at the compound for the night and returning to their home outside the city in the morning. However, they missed you. Something in the back of their heads told them they needed to go home now.
This isn’t the first time they have left you alone while they were both on mission, but coming home was different this time. They could feel it as they walked up the pathway to the front door.
Wanda reaches out to stop her wife, and her brow furrows.
Summary: You’re a bar hand with Thieram at the Last Drop. You’re
the eye candy of the bar, and according to Sevika; The only one who can
pour a drink worth a damn. You’ve caught her eye, and you’d be a liar
to say that she hasn’t caught your eye in turn. Heavy tensions finally
dissolve with one night of luck.Or! In which Sevika makes you dry hump her thigh during a game of cards
and you finally get this woman back to your apartment to ruin you in
that pretty dress she likes so much on you.
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Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is gn with a vulva, Reader also is wearing a dress but once again no gendered lingo, Sevika is a trans woman, Public dry humping but like it’s a Secret
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Sevika was all you thought about nowadays.
It was funny how it all started. You’d been scooped up by Silco’s gang- not like you’d put up much of a fight. The pay was good and you didn’t have to get your hands dirty. All you had to do was help pour some drinks and make sure that if someone was being rowdy, you made sure to get the proper people to toss them out.
If bouncers weren’t available, Sevika was the proper person to call for it. And people had to be tossed out pretty often; Meaning you tended to talk to her during those times. It also helped that apparently, according to her, you were the only person in any bar that could pour a drink worth a damn.
You and Thieram kept it pretty tidy and easy going in the Last Drop. If he wasn’t doing the drink pouring, you were and he was running drinks and vice versa. If the bar was too full, you’d do the drink running just to keep the peace. Thieram wasn’t too good being up close and personal with people who wanted to maul him just for being a little late.
It’s a question that more than once has passed through the daughters’ minds.
Even Alcina has once or twice wondered how it was that you found yourself working as a maid in the castle, and more importantly, she wonders why she hasn’t disposed of you yet. Well, the answer to that last query is fairly simple; Alcina has found herself fascinated with you.
You’re an odd one, indeed. The first time you entered the castle within the batch of new maids Bela noticed your wandering eyes raking through the castle decorations, not with any wry intent, but simply awe and interest. Cassandra got slightly frustrated when you didn’t even flinch as she explained the -quite gory- consequences of breaking the rules. Daniela relished in the fact that you didn’t recoil in fear when she got a way too close look, instead slightly tilting your head and looking at her with curiosity.
42 maids were ‘welcomed’ in the castle, and only one of them managed to reach the maids quarters that night unfazed by the threats but full of excitement.
As Alcina leans against the stone side of the window, barely taking sips of the wine glass in her hand, she thinks of the one that’s been plaguing her dreams for over a little less than a year.
The first week after your arrival, it’s safe to say that you caught the Lady’s attention almost immediately, though for a whole different reason than the feelings she now bears.
Such an infuriating little thing you were. You had no manners. You never answered when they addressed you and in fact, you never spoke at all, not even a peep. You never bowed to them when they passed by (not the first days anyway), and made a point of looking them in the eye instead of lowering your gaze like you were supposed to. Not that being enough, you never stuck to the schedules sheets that her precious daughters worked so hard to write and were properly displayed in the communal dining room’s wall (those cute animals along with what one could guess we’re dismembered bodies Daniela drew on the sides were adorable and Alcina be damned if she didn’t show them off), you never made an appearance to the mandatory breakfast for the maids (because the Lady could be heartless and cruel and a cold-blooded murderer but she’d never let her staff die of hunger), and you never showed up to the communal showers and good lord, Alcina swears only Mother Miranda knew how you showered. Added the fact that you were absolutely and utterly clumsy. Everytime any of the daughter’s passed by you, or even Alcina herself, your hands would stop properly responding, shaking and inevitably dropping whatever was unfortunate enough to be held by them at the time. When Bela snuck up behind your back and whispered her greetings you either squeaked or your face would paint a bright red color that if Alcina didn’t know better she’d guess it was a flustered blush. That time Cassandra wanted to mess with you and kabedon-ed you against the wall she swore to her mother you fainted because of all the blood that rushed to your face alone.
Aside from all of that, you were incredibly bold for a creature your size. Alcina is not one for being embarrassed, but that memory of the time you entered her bedroom (without knocking even!) while she was changing into her night robe and your head peaked from behind the door and you both locked gazes for what felt like minutes and your face turned as red as the lady’s lipstick but still your eyes raked over her, dare Alcina say checking her out, and then word left without another word and closed the door with the softest click still haunts her.
Tired and irritated she ordered her daughters to bring you to her office to fix the issue once and for all. When they managed to find you and bring you to her, Alcina gave her daughters free reign over your fate in the castle and of course, the girls decided to make a competition out of it. They chased you all over Alcina office while she sipped on her quickly draining goblet, and while you were busy dodging the uncoordinated attacks of three beautiful but dangerous gremlins, you were quick to refill the lady’s cup.
To say that the lady was shocked would be an understatement.
Following that night where you miraculously survived and where the real spark of interest ignited in the lady’s gaze, Alcina started to notice different facets of you.
For once, you always seemed unsure where to go, or so her daughters told her after she ordered them to follow you discreetly. Many times you got lost in the infinity of the castle halls, and took way too long to find the way back in rather unorthodox ways like getting out from a window and climbing on the rim of the castle stone to either the next window or to the lower level. Unknowingly to you, Daniela had to be held back from following you out by her sisters, the cold wasn’t gone yet. They both left a girl sad because she wasn’t allowed to climb the outside castle walls too.
Alcina and her daughters also noticed something that they failed to realize before. You, a maid, were damn good at your job. One time where you wandered away and got lost for two days and came back all dirty and covered head to toe with cobwebs and dust, the daughter’s went to investigate what had gotten you busy, and were shocked to find the whole east wing clean and organized like they hadn’t seen it in almost a century. And one afternoon they stumbled upon the library completely free of dust and all of the books neatly organized by categories and each of those alphabetically arranged, the same library where they spent most of their free afternoons relaxing, reading and overall leaving a big mess of books laying everywhere they could balance the piles on, and then when they looked around they found you almost hanging upside down on one of the shelf ladder with your leg stuck in one of the holes, snoring and with a thick book stuck in the firm grip of your hand.
Another quality of yours was that no matter how, you always maintained the Lady’s cup full and ready for her to take a sip. Like that time Alcina was looking through some reports of the latest wine harvest at ungodly hours while absently sipping from her teacup. She swore that she had already drunk at least a half of the cup when suddenly it was full again. This happened several times. She drank the half and left it on the table, returned to her papers and when the time for another sip came, there it was, her cup full again. It took her a good hour to notice this, and at 9th time it happened she resolved downing the whole cup should do the trick, and so she did, only to set the cup back on the desk and a moment later (she swore she just looked away for 5 seconds), the cup was full. Again. When, in her frustration, she turned around she found you there holding one kettle in each hand and with an innocent smile that surely meant 'you drink a lot of tea, my Lady’ or something like that in the Lady’s imagination. Alcina almost, almost, facepalmed.
What Alcina noticed, aside from your excellent work skills and efficiency, you started to care for her girls. She was forever grateful to have you there when a prank from Daniela and Cassandra’s temperament ended up in having one of the windows broken and the cold air coming in with ferocious strength. No one other than the family and the rest of the lord’s knew about their weakness, and yeah the staff knew that they drank blood but they didn’t know it was because they’re not human, so when you stumbled upon them and found Bela covering Cassandra, both of them starting to freeze and crumble, of course they all were surprised when the revelation didn’t even faze you and you didn’t try to run away from them like others had, instead not hesitating to run to them and, with a strength they didn’t know you had, dragged them far enounce from the cold enough for Daniela to step in and help you the rest of the way to the nearest fireplace. When Alcina entered the room she saw something she would never in her long life had seen before. You broke a vase on purpose and used it to draw blood before willingly letting the two girls on the floor desperately drink from you. Of course Alcina had to stop Daniela from also diving in, overcome by her instinct rather than actually wanting to do it especially after you saved her sisters.
The rest of the year went the same, you proving to be the most reliable and trustworthy maid the Dimitrescu family ever had in their long existence. Slowly but surely winning the heart of the matriarch and perhaps the crushes of other three girls that may or may have not tried to woo you in their own way but to their dismay only managing to fluster you so much that you started to kind or avoid them in fear of combusting.
So now, almost a year after you entered the castle as a maid, Alcina finds herself restlessly thinking about the future. She doesn’t want to admit it, but you have her heart. You’ve had it for the most part of that year and yet, it’s as if you don’t know it. Or don’t want to acknowledge it. You haven’t said anything to her yet, or her daughters for that matter. She’s not quite sure if you’re mute, because the hints you have given are conflicting and contradictory. Still, she doesn’t mind either way, she just wants you to give any clue of what’s going on in that head of yours. Do you love her back? Do you love any of her daughters? And if you do, would you ever act on it? Would them?
Alcina remembers there was a season, around half a year ago, where you did show yourself fretful, anxious, and nervous around them, but not in the way they love as in making you blush and flustering you, rather like someone who finally discovered their nature. For the first time, you averted your eyes from the golden ones of the family, you bowed stiffly and you weren’t smiling. The usual wild random hugs from the daughter were finally met by a grimace or a flinch. They noticed how your eyes always wandered to the sickles attached to the women’s hips, and for the first time your eyes stared at their lips but not in the shy way they used to, more like afraid of knowing what the red stains were. Everyone was worried, who had opened their mouth and filled your head with frightening stories? They went rampage behind your back, questioning the maids incessantly, but no one said a thing. Luckily, that season only lasted around two months before you slowly but surely returned to your normal self, though no one ever got answers about the sudden change.
Alcina fears if she confesses her love to you, you’ll start acting like that again. Sure, yesterday she pinned you to the wall with the excuse of tucking a stray hair behind your ear (which she did, but she also liked to be sapphic and dramatic about it) and made you a blushing mess but that doesn’t mean you feel the same for her… or do you?
As she walks, she hears something distant, muffled. Someone, more like, but the voice is slightly raspy. It’s coming from above her, so it must be coming from the next floor.
It’s the wee hours of the morning, the sun hasn’t even risen yet and everyone is asleep as far as she’s concerned, so who can it be? Definitely not an intruder, they would have already noticed, so a maid? But she doesn’t recognize the voice, she would remember if she had.
The stairs lead her to the next floor, and the sound becomes louder, clearer. No one should be this far from the maids quarters, so the little mouse is breaking the rules. That’s good, Alcina thinks, it’ll give her an excuse to release some of her frustration and distract herself for a while.
As she opens the door she gasps at how well lit the room is, and then she remembers, this is the west wing, the one someone barely visits and the same you got lost for two days. The wing that was almost abandoned because fixing it would take too much. And now, when her eyes adjust to the light she can see the room has been accommodated to be a well equipped study. She suspects it was assembled with the things left abandoned in the wing.
In front of her is a familiar figure, slouched over a table scribbling something on loose paper sheets with several piles of books surrounding them. A jacket Alcina is sure she’s seen before is draped over the figure’s shoulders like a blanket, and their head is bobbing up and down along with her leg in a quick pace, following a rhythm Alcina can’t hear. This bold maiden’s back is facing the door, and Alcina comes in quietly, silently letting her claws out just in case, and slowly approaches but then, she hears it again…that unfamiliar voice.
Singing.
“Háblame de ti, bella señora. Yo te encuentro bella como una escultura, señora solitaria…”
Alcina is confused, she’s quite certain she’s heard that language before but is unable to pinpoint where exactly.
One of the pencils falls from the table and as the person reaches for it, the Lady’s shadow catches her attention.
Alcinas eyes widen as you stand abruptly, quick to take your earbuds out and with surprise clearly painted all over your face. Now she recognizes the jacket as the one you were wearing when you first arrived. Despite the finding, Alcina is quite shocked by another revelation.
“You can talk.” Quiet amazement translated into a statement. She almost points towards you, but doing so with her claws out wouldn’t be a wise idea.
Your eyes narrow for a moment, and lifting a finger asking for a second you turn to the table looking for something. From one of the many piles you pull a worn leatherbound journal and flip through the pages, reading the content for a moment before smiling and facing the Lady again.
“I can.” You say, with a very strong accent on those words in Romanian.
The first words you ever said, well, not the first in life but the first in front of her, directed to her, and for the first time in a long, long time, Alcina is speechless.
“You can. And you never said anything in almost a year?” Alcina notices a chair big enough for her on one of the corners and without thinking twice drags it to the table, taking a seat and gesturing for you to do the same. A smile comes to her lips as she remembers gesturing was the way you both communicated.
“I didn’t know the language.” You point to the journal in your hand. “Had to learn.”
“In my defense, you never asked if I could speak anything other than Romanian.” You flipped absently through your pages. “I’m almost finished with my course.”
Alcina, a smirk on her lips, leans over, and with a finger under your chin tilts your head to face her.
“Well, I’d like to have a little chat then…”
Next morning the four Ladies of house Dimitrescu helped you practice your pronunciation and they themselves learned music from outside, learned about your culture and cuisine and, thanks to Cassandra, Bela and Daniela learned how to cuss in your language.
And if after solving the communication issue, Alcina found your voice to be the loveliest sound of all and the yearning for listening to it for as long as she could lead to her confessing and then that confession leading to a wonderful life with you by her side, the family couldn’t be happier.
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