Could I request the four lord's with a combat hardened s/o (maybe they were a ex-hunter for some extra spice 👀) who just becomes soft and loving in their hands. Probably tries to spoil them with affection on a daily basis
YES!! Absolutely!! I love when tough characters turn soft, and you gave me the perfect opportunity to write something for it!
The Resident Evil Lords With a Tough-as-Nails S/O Who Turns to Putty in Their Hands
Alcina Dimitrescu
She heard the whispers of the people in the town about a new resident, but she didn’t think that her daughters would talk to her about you
It was spring, so she wasn’t angry about her daughters going outside
“I’m telling you Mother, it’s like they’re made out of stone! They didn’t care that we had blood on our faces either!”
“They said they had seen blood too, so they didn’t care.”
“They polished our sickles because they said we ‘didn’t do it right.’”
Her daughters were never this talkative, but you made them chatterboxes
She invited you over, but only to appease her daughter’s never ending curiosity
Oh dear. They're attractive.
Here you were, tough as nails, smiling as her daughters fawned over you and asked you how many weapons you knew how to use (and if you were afraid of bugs)
When you looked at her, all she got was a curt nod and you went right back to talking (listening, really) to her daughters
She was fascinated by you
Clearly you weren’t local, and from your sense of style you looked homeless, so she insisted you lived at the castle
Uh, a little salty at the homeless comment, you denied, but she insisted
It was a good thing you liked the girls or you would be way harder to convince
You stay at the castle, trying to stay away from her, but she always seems to find you
You talk, and you learn about her while she learns about you
She learns that you were an ex-FBI agent (she didn’t know what that was- you explained) that was primarily out in the field as a bounty hunter
Alcina did know what that was, which explained your scars, your weapons know-how, and your reluctance to be open to her
She ultimately decided that you deserved to pampered after what you’ve been through
Fancy clothes
Elaborate meals
Expensive gifts
Lots of compliments
“You look fantastic today, my love. Be sure to take care of your scars!”
“The way that you punched Heisenberg was absolutely artistic. Wonderful form, darling.”
Even after the homeless comment, you continue to get more comfortable with her and eventually melt in her hands
She loves how soft you’ve become, and you love her as well
Donna Beneviento
Having your silence is somewhat comforting, but also a bit unsettling
You had explained that you were in the village to research the lycans and possible mold samples that have been sighted
You heard that she was knowledgeable on the local wildlife, so you went to her
You were somewhat startling to her
Silent, strong, good with weapons and with communication (and riddled with scars)
She was extremely anxious and quiet while she talked about her plants
She became even more anxious when you just listened in absolute silence, not giving her any information on what you were thinking
In actuality you were just very relaxed by her voice
It was calm, quiet, and her plants were interesting to listen to
To her absolute mortification, you started to shut your eyes and drift off because of what she thought was boredom
After reassuring her that that was most certainly the opposite of what was going on, Angie voiced Donna’s little boost in confidence
“So the big, bad researcher likes to listen to the plant lady talk? Hah! That’s the best thing I’ve heard in a while!”
Donna was confused and a little flattered that you could fall asleep to her voice and feel relaxed enough in her home to shut your eyes
While talking some more, many of her dolls started to flock around you and gently touch your hands and face while whispering little compliments into your ear
“Lovely eyes, lovely eyes…”
“Such soft hands! Gardeners hands, seamster’s hands, warm hands.”
“Paying attention to Donna, to us? So good.”
You were preening under their attention after the initial panic when dolls started to pet you
Donna was more quiet as they worked around you, letting her dolls voice her own thoughts instead of herself
Angie was the one that whispered into your ear that it was really Donna talking and not completely sentient dolls
You blushed and looked at her, asking her if it was true
She nodded hesitantly
That is not what you were expecting but you were not complaining
You beamed and sank further into your chair, letting the dolls fawn over you some more while you smiled at Donna
Your cold exterior melted away, Donna and her dolls waiting no time in praising and pampering you
Donna very much enjoyed watching you relax because of her, and she (Angie) told you as much
She hoped that you would stay so she could continue to talk to you and flatter you
Salvatore Moreau
At first, Moreau was terrified of you
This battle-hardened person with scars and weapons was wandering around his pond in modern black clothes and boots
He stayed away from you
You were a stranger that was in his village and wandering around in his home with a look in your eye tough enough to kill
He was forced to talk to you when you showed up in his house holding a crystallized lycan skull and asked him where the Duke was
Moreau was not thrilled that you were in his house and he was going to throw you out until you looked into his room, saw what was on his TV, and sat right down beside him
Oh. Uh, okay.
He couldn't kick you out, that would be rude! You just got comfortable next to a pungent monster like him and were watching I Love Lucy with him
"Hey. You're Moreau, right? Sorry I've been creeping around. The townspeople had a bounty on a lycan that was eating their socks and I thought I would track it down. Cool place you've got here."
That started your friendship
He very excitedly told you about the flora and fauna in his lake and even got to telling you about what other television shows he liked to watch
When he said he didn't know what Sienfeld was, you stared at him, offended
After reassuring him that he didn't insult you and that you weren't suddenly figuring out how monstrous he was, you told him it was just a show you thought he would like
Oh.
You thought about something? For him? That was nicer than what he deserved
You and Salvatore talked well into the night, the light of the TV screen and the flashlight from your phone providing more than enough light
He learned about you. He learned that you were a retired bounty hunter that heard about the trouble in the village and decided to stay and help
He also learned that you actually liked hearing him talk
This started a tradition of you and Sal talking and eating, and your friendship grew into something more
You like him. You like him.
He's spoiling you. Praise, gifts, food, everything.
"Y-you look great today, love. Sorry about the mucus on your boots."
"For you! It's chocolate. The Duke says it should be okay to eat. Should chocolate be green? Oh, sorry..."
You light up under his words, grinning from ear to ear every time he talked to you
It was odd to see you go from "bounty hunter mode" to "happy idiot" so fast, but he loved it
He was just happy he had someone to love. A very scary someone, but someone nonetheless.
Karl Heisenberg
He had no idea what the fuck all the fuss was all about. Someone from the government came to the village to investigate and see if everyone was still alive and outbreak of the megamycete was contained.
Whatever, it happens once a year
Normally it's some stuck-up priss in a suit or a satin dress that got ruined they stepped into this cesspool of a village
You were not that
Heisenberg was starting to understand why people were taking about you and not just watching the inspection from their houses like they usually do
He wasn't going to lie, you looked like one tough son of a bitch
Cold eyes, calloused hands, combat boots and a gun strapped to your thigh
He was a little surprised when you asked to inspect his factory considering no other inspector had done that before, but it looks like the government sent someone competent to do the job this time
He watched you inspect, staying no more than five feet away from you for the entirety of your visit
You fascinated him
You made no disgusted or terrified remarks when seeing his creations, instead viewing them with almost alarming indifference and… fascination
“Is that a plane propeller on that thing? Where did you get it? Can it spin? Can it fly? Is it supposed to be walking into a wall?”
He had to admit, it was nice having someone curious about his experiments
When he absentmindedly moved a large sheet of metal with his mind to clear the way, he didn’t miss the glee in your eyes
You visited with increasing frequency after that, calling them “work trips”
In reality, it was just an excuse to spend more time with Heisenberg
And see his very cool powers
Heisenberg lived the attention, and he teased you constantly
“The tough agent, reduced to a kid in a candy store after seeing my metal junk!”
He knew a thing or two about building walls around yourself, so he was happy to see you relax around him
He didn’t know what you did before, but with the amount of scars you had he knew it was more than just “government work”
Heisenberg made sure to leave you little trinkets he made, giving out the occasional compliment
“Hey, you don’t look like a stuck-up modern asshole today! Congratulations.”
“I made this bird out of spoons. I was bored and it’s worthless to me so, here.”
You love it, you love him, and he knows it
You still looked a little scary sometimes, though
This is for my two remaining followers and for whatever stinky garbage children still scrounge around for RE8 scraps.
