#daniel dimitrescu

[delightfulcrasher]

An idea I like thinking about is because the guest is the only human in the castle (minus the servents) their the only one able to produce their own body heat.

That’s a very cool idea! It does make sense logically, since all of Miranda’s creations are made of mould instead of ooey gooey guts like us humans. Although the Dimitrescu brothers don’t need temperature to survive (Unless it’s freezing) it’s fun to think what would happen if the guest was the only one to produce their own heat. 

I don’t think it would ever get too cold in the castle, the walls are too thick and a fire is always lit to resemble a homely comfort. Sometimes the servants have to bundle up for warmth, but that’s mostly because of their lacklustre living quarters. 

The Dimitrescu family can feel heat, sure, but they don’t produce it. When body temperature isn’t one of the vital things keeping you alive, sometimes you forget it’s a necessity. For the first few times they placed a hand on the guest they were gently reminded of that fact.

I feel like the reader would become a personal heated blanket for the brothers. They enjoy having something they can smuggle up with that won’t turn tail and run at the best opportunity. I feel like they would enjoy resting against their chest listening to the thumping beat of their heart. They find comfort in the rhymical sound, and excitement when the pace quickens. 

The Lord feels the same. It is not often he thinks back to before all of this, but there are some human qualities that are sorely missed. The warmth of another is one of those lost comforts. Maybe he gives them a few more fleeting touches, lingering holds, and more excuses to be close to them. 

It’s cute, it’s warm, and just so Human.

[detroitbecomeyandere]

i was just wondering if you could possibly post more about lord d & his sons please? whenever you're feeling up to it and only if you want to though!!

I always want to talk about Lord Dimitrescu and his bad bad boys. I just went with some headcanons for them this time.

Alaric Dimitrescu is a very proud man of course and any rejection of his advances is an attack on his pride

Depending on his mood he will allow you to apologize

The apologies range from getting on your knees and begging for forgiveness to being locked in a cell in the dungeon for days with only the wailing of the servants to keep you company

He has an incredible singing voice and it can lull you to sleep (fun fact Lady D was a jazz singer in the 1930s)

As much as I love the fan art of him I think he would dress in a more 30s men's fashion than just a male version of Lady D's dress, something along these lines. He is a classy classy man and won't stand you messing up his clothes

If there is even a hint of your blood in the air the lord goes completely feral

Sure his son's and the servants are the only other people meant to be in the castle but that doesn't mean some ruffian hasn't snuck in and harmed you

Alaric will hunt you down with the scent and after he finds no danger he latches onto your cut and drinks

Through the decades he has learned self-control but something about your taste sets him off and if he doesn't distract himself with your body he'll drain you

You make sure to be extra careful from now on

Alaric is super into gender roles and expects you to fulfill the role of the perfect wife to an aristocrat

It doesn't matter to him if you are male or female you are going to be his perfect little wife

At first he expects you to play mother to his unruly sons

He even chastises you when he finds you cowering as Daniel tries to cut you "what kind of mother fears her own children?"

Alaric thinks long and hard about ways to get you to bond with his children

His first idea is for you to breast feed the boys, to try and get some material instinct to come out in you

But all he does is awake sexual urges in his son's and himself

Béla is the gentlest out of the sons, meaning he doesn't delight in harming you during sex

He just wants to feel close to you, his favorite position is missionary so he can be close

Béla also prefers to have sex with you in front of Alaric, wanting his father's approval in all things

He is the most open to a threesom

Daniel is much rougher than Béla though no where near as rough as Cecil

Bruises, bites and scratches are all he'll leave on you

Daniel likes to try and woo and seduce you

A secret romantic at heart he'll bring you gifts, family heirlooms, organs from servants and animals that wonder in, flowers he makes the other servants go outside to get

Cecil gets his main thrill through the hunt

He gets off on the terror in your eyes and he terrorizes you through the castle

He loves pinning you down and taking you from behind

Cecil particularly enjoys bullying you for getting off

If all 4 men fuck you at once your bones will be jelly for days

The sons compete for you attention but can never keep your mind off of Alaric for long

Since they all have super stamina from the calduo the sex can last hours if not days

It's only when you are about to pass out do they remember you need water and rest

Alaric is interested to see if it's possible for you to get pregnant from him

So he orders his sons to stop fucking you for months to run his little "experiment"

If you do end up getting pregnant and having a baby the son's first instinct is to eat it

But after they get the shit beat out of them they stop

[atomic-bomn]

Things lord dimitrescu has said to his sons:

Names are placeholder 'Till i find more "Regal" names

"Casey, No. You dont have Lice if anything you give people lice"

"Subject rejected? Not a virgin?..... I WONDER-FUCKING-WHY"

"You cant go outside Daniel. I dont care if you saw a pig outside its 70+ out you'll Die"

"Why did i bring you into this world in THIS GENERATION"

"Ben! Do you know what a "Bara" is?"

"Ben! Whats a doordash?.... Whats a boomer? Why does it sound insulting?"

"Daniel.... Put some clothes on... Please?"

Ben, No its fine to have a crush on men.... Moreau? He... He's a bit... Old for you"

"Mom? You boys dont have a mom... But you have me and thats all tha- Dont talk about my Boobs"

"Of course they dont deliver "TA-co bell" here"

Ben your not Underweight. You are perfect the way you are.... Daniels teasing you? Ill throw his ass out the window

"No, Daniel. Sigh You weren't a war hero in a "previous life" No Audie Murphy, No Alvin York- you aren't a Irish rebellion fighter either"

"No! Casey! You are Not going to a Slipknot concert. Daniel! You are Not going to a Sabaton Concert. Ben, you are Not going to a.... Elvis... Concert? He dead... Long time"

Feel free to add your own or ask me about my Alternate Dimitrescu sisters

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine wearing glittery lip balm and giving Karl kisses to leave a glittery lip print on him

Karl: (y/n) I'm going to the village To get more paper and ink, do you want anything while I'm out?

You: maybe get something for dessert, thank you. *Kisses his cheek as he's putting on his coat*

Karl: *gets flustered and hides it by putting on his hat and glasses* no problem

In the general supplies shop

Karl: *puts a ream of paper and a bottle of ink on the checkout counter* it's starting to get chilly out there, I hope it doesn't start to snow soon.

The old lady at the counter: it got cold really early this year, October just started. That'll be 50 lei, dear. *Looks up at Karl and sees the pale blue glitter in the shape of lips* how's that little assistant of your's, Lord Heisenberg? From the looks of it you two are getting along quite well.

Karl: *looks up at her and frowns* they're tolerable most of the time. *Hands her the money*

At the bakery

Baker: oh ho ho, lord Heisenberg I see that you are pleased with that little bird Mother Miranda gave you.

Karl: *starting to get suspicious* they're a pain in my ass

Baker: whatever you say my Lord

Karl: *glares at him and takes the cake he bought*

Walking back to the factory

Some village girls: *look at him and start giggling to themselves*

Karl: *starting to get pissed when he spots the three Dimitrescu girls on a hill top also giggling to themselves and staring at him* what are those psycho bitches planning? Are they spreading rumors because they're bored?

At the castle

Karl: *kicks open Alcina's door* what the fuck did you do!

Alcina: what are you talking about?

Karl: what lie did you tell the villagers about me and (y/n)?

Alcina: I promise you I wouldn't waste my time with that nonsense. *Sees the lip print* Anyone could tell you two get along without me saying a word. You tell them more than enough on your own.

Karl: the fuck are you going on about?

Daniel: *giggles* look in the mirror stupid man-thing.

Karl: *looks in the mirror and sees it* damn it (y/n), you little punk.

Cassandra: *moves in on the cake box in his hand* is that cake for us?

Karl: *lifts it out of her reach* hands off you little bitch, that's (y/n)'s fucking cake!

Alcina: oh, (y/n) must be quite special for you to be buying them cake. To think they've tamed my idiot little brother.

Karl: fuck you

At the factory

You: *cleaning up some dishes as you cook*

Karl: *drops the cake on the counter, spins you around, and presses you against the counter* you got a lot of nerve to be marking me up, you fucking punk.

You: *grins at him* what are you talking about?

Karl: don't play dumb with me, look at this shit *points at his cheek* no one could miss this. You cheeky little thing, you marked me on purpose!

You: that doesn't sound like me at all... How many people noticed it?

Karl: at least eight, so you owe me big time.

You: how about I repay you tonight?

Karl: I'll hold you to that.

[delightfulcrasher]

Ignore if you want, or aren't taking questions.

So based on the killing Ethan guest. What do you think bathtime is like in the Dimitrescu household?

I feel like Belmont and Cassandros would listen if their dad ordered it. I think you'd have to hold down Daniel (if you can hold flies down). While lord Dimitrescu is bathing like a king with candles and his signature wine

Rub a dub dub four vamps in a tub:

I can certainly imagine Dimitrescu lounging back in his enormous bathtub, glass of wine in one hand, cigar in the other. It’s one of the rare times where he has absolute silence. Candles are a MUST, they just add an elegant gentle glow to the room, it’s very relaxing. 

Technically he bathes in two ways. We aren’t going to forget the pool of blood now are we? I am uncertain about the cleanliness of bathing in blood, but it has it health benefits! Just ask Lizzy Bathory. 

Belmont is the most compliant. He understand why people like to uphold their image by looking clean, but that doesn't mean he likes it. If his father told him to take a bath he would do so and return unrecognisable. Honestly out of the three sons Belmont cleans up the best. He would be the one to try to convince his brothers to comply as well, before being teased relentlessly for being the only ‘clean’ one.

Cassandros is difficult. He likes to have the blood and grime on him. He sees the mess as victory’s, a sigh to show who he murdered and how much they bled. Cleaning it off will defeat the purpose! He likes the blood beneath his fingernails and the grot on his face. He however can be bribed. Just offer him something valuable and he’ll compromise. Dimitrescu has a few items stashed away for the occasion.

Trying to bathe Daniel is like trying to bathe a cat. He squirms and hisses at the very prospect of getting clean, you would think him afraid of water. Bribes don’t work nor do threats. I think the most efficient way would be putting freezing water in a spray bottle and chasing him down before dunking him in a metal bath fair-ground style. Who knows you might even win a prize. 

[delightfulcrasher]

Please of please the boys dancing with the reader as she sings; just them having fun from Albins s/o softly singing jazz as they slow dance to daniel’s s/o crooning love songs as they waltz just please I’ve been plagued by this idea for ages homie (yes I’m the sweater anon shhh)

Singing and Dancing Jazz:

(Hello hello sweater anon (｡･∀･)ﾉ It's good to see you again, I hope you are doing well!)

Beautiful, isn’t it? 

A songbird without a cage dancing in the moonlight. Their voice a smooth symphony filling the hollowed halls. Not one note out of place, all tunes in tune. If the Lord feels so inclined, he’ll join in too, standing tall beside the reader and letting his vocal cords do the talking. Or singing, in this case. They harmonise wonderfully, letting all who listen begin to lull under a spell.

Belmont, Cassandros, and Daniel admire from the dance floor, moving their bodies in tune with the melody. They bow to each other, taking their turns on the dance floor. If the Lord taught his sons anything, it was how to move in a respectable manner. But they step on each others feet, albeit intentionally. 

The reader moves effortlessly across the ballroom floor dressed in the finest threads the village has to offer. An outfit from Albin's recommendation. It decorates the readers frame perfectly, highlight all their best qualities. The Son’s match the quality of dress, donning themselves in suits rather than cloaks. 

The guest is passed around the family members like an ornate ornament. Each taking turns to gracefully lead them into the arms of another. Belmont takes the lead, wanting to show off the guest to his brothers. He’s practiced this routine many times, and performs it flawlessly. Cassandros keeps the reader on their feet, watching closely for any mistakes. One wrong move and they’ll never hear the end of it. Daniel is far more forging, wanting nothing more than to have the guest in his arms. He is satisfied with that, even if he does move in closer. 

But the final dance is reserved the Lord. When the moon lowers, and the midnight dew falls upon the morning, is the perfect time to ask for a dance. He dips and sways them every which way, taking care to accommodate for the size difference. Truly, it is a blissful night to remember. 

(I have also written head cannons for how the family dances with the reader which you can find here!)

[delightfulcrasher]

Hii! I really love your Lord dimitrescu content and I was wondering if you could do one with how the Lord and his sons would react to a human reader who kills ethan for them please!

Reader who kills Ethan:

It’s a strange feeling, having someone else's blood on their hands...

Ethan barged into the house earlier, managing to escape the the confines of the Lords chambers, and started wreaking havoc within the halls. He already servery injured Belmont, and had started to make his way towards the roof.

The guest met him there and tried to reason with him, practically begging him to leave house Dimitrescu alone. Forget about your daughter, Ethan, she’s gone. Mirus has her now, there’s no returning her. Ethan doesn’t listen to them and instead goes on the offense... The guest has no choice but to fight back.

They could have done it because they were afraid. Scared that if they didn’t take the first bite, it would be their blood spilt. They could have thought this was the right thing to do, sparing Ethan from the suffering if he continued forward, sparing everyone from the cruel hands of death by killing the one thing that threatened their happiness. They could have done it because they were just as sadistic as the rest of them. It doesn’t matter the reason, the method, if it was painful or not. He’s dead now. He can’t hurt them. 

Dimitrescu is sympathetic towards them. He could have done it and spared his guest the energy of getting their hands dirty. He’ll be delicate with the reader, unsure if this was their first kill. Are you feeling alright? Do you need to rest? The reader would be pampered with questions until the Lord knows they are stable.

The brothers are conflicted about it. On one hand they’re happy that this little pest has been cleared for them, but they were the ones that wanted to do it. Belmont more than anyone. 

He’s the one who had to suffer the embarrassment of getting injured by their prey, he should have been the one to put Ethan out of his misery. He would have made him suffer too, and turned him into the most exquisite wine for father. 

Cassandros is disappointed in them. All the opportunities they had to torment Ethan, and their guest just kills him. Hasn’t their mother ever told them to play with their food? He would have done a much better job.

Daniel is horrified. How dare his precious human do such a thing. Now they’re dirty. Filthy. Unpure. The guest will need to scrub themselves clean. No, that’s not good enough. They’re not doing it properly. He’ll be the one to clean them up. Ironic considering he is the one who could use a bath.

[delightfulcrasher]

A few days ago, i had a dream about escaping lord Dimitrescu and his sons. I remember they were chasing after me, but i don't remember if they actually caught me.

My question is, what would the lord and his sons do, if reader managed to escape.

(This is my first ask ever, so i hope it's not stupid. Love your writing, by the way! I'm glad someone writes for the lord and his sons.)

Escaping the Lord:

Maybe something sudden had happened. Maybe the sons were a little too rough with you. Maybe you didn’t like how claustrophobic the castle made you feel. Maybe the Lord’s overbearing presence was just getting too much. Whatever reason for leaving, you cling to it for dear life as you flee.

Many a time The Lord has told you: compared to everything else out there, this is the safest place for you. But how could you be sure? What did the village really have to offer?

He has lied to you before, and throughout your time being in this castle, you never felt like he was truly honest with you. Everything seemed too convenient. As if you only saw what he wanted you to see. Displaying the splendours of the castle but being blindfolded to the terror.

Whenever new villagers would come for the feast, you would be locked in your room. If only that would block out the screaming and banging at the door. You had had enough of the sheltering. So you decide to flee.

He blames himself for this. Obviously he has given you too much freedom if you think you can leave. Was he not clear when he said you belonged to him? He tried, he tried his damndest to hammer that point in. The control he held on your schedule was supposed to signify that. It was only when he loosened his grip on your metaphorical collar did you think you had free will.

He has done everything in his power to be hospitable, and make everything to your liking. You wanted to move rooms? Sure, that can be arranged. Are the curtains not to your liking? He’ll order new ones. No one has come close to the lengths he is willing to go through for you, and you throw that back in his face and leave?

The sons do the best they can to catch you before you leave the castle, since they can’t do much when you make it outside. They don’t want to hurt you, but if you keep struggling they will have to result to force. Flies completely coat you, pulling on your skin, getting tangled in your hair, frantic buzzing sounding in your ears mixed with pleas to stay. You almost surrender at the noise alone, until finally you release the latch on the door and cold air comes in like a bull on a rampage.

You hear them scream in pain, but you do not care to look back. They can’t follow you anymore. All you need to do now is run. Run far away from here. Somewhere where this cursed village will never find you again.

There are two ends to this:

The first, and most probable outcome, you were unable to escape. You can only run so far from your demons before they inevitably catch up to you. It’s funny, how you thought you could make it out. Honestly, I could laugh. Ha. Optimism is a virus, love. Don’t get infected.

You will be hunted down by Dimitrescu and taken back to the castle by force kicking and screaming. Reasoning went out the window when you decided to leave. So don’t think you can sweet talk your way out of punishment. You knew the consequences, and yet ignored them so blindly it was as if you wanted this.

Needless to say, when you return to the castle, the little freedom you had will be squeezed down. There will never be a moment where you don’t feel hungry eyes marked into your back, or a shadow lurking around the corner. You are part of this family now, and they’ll make sure you know it.  And if you try to escape for a second time, he would break your legs to ensure you never break his trust again.

The second, by some miracle, you make it out alive. Despite all of the odds being against you, somehow managing to outrun the fiercest of opponents, trudging through the valley of death until finally you make it past the outskirts of the village.

No one in house Dimitrescu is spared from the blame. Belmont, Cassandros, and Daniel blame themselves for being too useless, powerless to stop one mortal from escaping. How many humans have they killed? A hundred? Maybe more? And yet they couldn’t stop one from leaving.

As a Lord it is his duty to stay within the village. He can’t follow you once you have already left. He becomes more irritant and restless, always working, always occupying himself with tasks. Maybe he got so caught up in the delusion of being a normal family he forgot what he really is. A monster. To all that view him and all that know him. No amount of lies or deception can change that.