Yandere Lady Alcina Dimitrescu Headcanons

early anniversary to re8

HAPPY RE8 ANIVERSAY i miss ethan i miss eveyone where hs evrone

Well. Happy Mothers Day to everyone except whoever runs the official RE twitter.

~Info/Rules~

~Masterlist~ ~Hey all, welcome to my blog. As seen in my name and description, I write yandere things. I hope you can all enjoy my blog/writes.~

What Resident evil games I write for:

So far I only write for Village, and Biohazard. These games are the ones I know the best, so I only write for them at the moment. I will consider adding more of the games in the future, once I play them.

What I write and don't write:

I do write gore/violence

I do write nsfw, if I feel comfortable enough to. It might not be good though. (Please be specific about the nsfw scenario you want.)

I do write both romantic and platonic yandere.

I do write Fem! reader and Non-Binary! Reader.

I don't write heavy nsfw/heavy kinks

I don't write disorders and mental illnesses. (I am not trying to be rude, I am just terrible at writing them, and don't want to offend anyone.)

I don't write r*pe/pedophila/Incest.

I don't write homophobia/Transphobia/Racism.

I don't write large age gaps.

I don't write Male! Reader.

~Feel free to send asks to get to know me, just nothing overly personal. And don't be shy to DM me either!~

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Jealously (Yandere Lady Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem! Reader)

Requested by: @milkkyshakeez (Sorry for the wait on this.)

Tw: Mentions of marking, mentions of harm/murder, actions of murder, sadism (not towards the reader), possessive/obsessive behavior, clingy behavior, yandere.

She couldn't help but need your attention every second of the day, every single second. It only should of been on her anyway, those lowly maids didn't even deserve it. They were nothing but dirt under her shoes, a nuisance. The only reason she kept them around was the fact that she needed her daily blood supply, as well as keeping the castle spotless.

The lady would do anything as long as it meant you were satisfied, as long as you were pleased. She would buy, hurt, even shed blood. And more, she really meant anything. Any. Thing.

Alcina had been in a foul mood lately, more then she usually was. 'A foul mood', was an understatement. She was loathing with hate, filled with fury and jealousy. One of her maids, Maria, had been growing a little too close with you. Who did that stupid and pathetic maid think she was?

She'd made it extremely clear to those maids that you were hers, and only her little mouse. She left marks on you, bites on your neck, and everything of the type. But clearly, it wasn't enough. It infuriated Alcina that this nothing but lowly scum of a maid could think that'd she'd get anywhere with you. And it was clear Maria wanted more then just friendship. Oh it was very clear to dear Alcina, she definitely wasn't stupid.

The little brushes of each others hands, the compliments, it was sickening to the lady. Something had to be done, she couldn't let this go on any further. Oh no no. She was going to teach Maria a lesson, a painful one. One that made sure this little maid would never talk to you again.

The lady was thinking of doing it herself at first, but now that she thought of it. Why not get her daughters to do it? She hadn't treated them in a while, and she knew her daughters held no mercy when it came to the harming of others. It was perfect, absolutely perfect.

The crackling of the fire would sound in the room, as well as an occasional sip from Alcina. Drinking her wine as per usual, sitting in her white and golden rimmed armchair. The strong scent of her perfume would linger in the air, and the faint smell of blood that was in her wine. Her golden gaze would linger on you as you slept, your sleeping form was beautiful to her. You were perfection in every shape, way, and form.

A quiet sigh left her as she placed her wine glass down on a small table beside her. But her crimson lips would curve into a faint smirk, one filled with malicious intent as she thought of the slaughtering of the maid that was bound to happen soon. That maid was finally going to be put in her place. This could of been avoided, but no. That would of just been too simple to happen.

That's when a sudden but faint crying echoed from the halls, as well as pleading. Well speak of the devil. The lady would continue listening, the sadistic laughs of her daughters joining in with the maids sobbing and begging. But the begging would fall on deaf ears, only to be cut off with a loud ear piercing scream. Then it would go silent.

Alcina would be drowning in the enjoyment of the maid's demise, a little chuckle falling from her lips. A slightly deep and sadistic one. She'd suddenly shift back to her neutral expression, her eyes drifting back to your curled up form on her bed. It was a wonder how you hadn't woken up yet, then again, you were a heavy sleeper. How useful.

How adorable~

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