#alcina dimitrescu angst

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Take Me Back to Shore ~Broken!Wifey!Larissa Weems xComforting!Wifey!Alcina Dimitrescu(AlrissaAU)

Summary— AU where Larissa and Alcina are wives, in a long distance relationship where Larissa works to run Nevermore in Vermont and Alcina runs Castle Dimitrescu in Eastern Europe. They see each other as much as possible, but the distance starts to really take a toll on Larissa… Luckily, Alcina is there to comfort her wife.

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Warnings: little angst, happy ending fluff, implied panic attack, anxiety, self-conscious, insecurity, crying, burn out, long distance relationships, comforting, loving wives, happy ending, etc.

Enjoy (;

Larissa sighed deeply as her bright screen strained her eyes to the point of incompetence. With a groan she shut her laptop, looking out her office window, she realized how late it was. The woman felt a pang of guilt as she pulled out her phone and hit the first contact on the screen. The phone dialed. The blonde hadn’t talked to her wife all week and it was Friday.

She had just been so busy, this time of year her workload tripled, the end of the school year coming near, or at least it felt like it. Running a school was not a feat for the weak. Plus, Larissa didn’t want to bug her partner too much, she knew that Alcina led a life of her own, and had her own responsibilities as well. The woman was pulled out of her thoughts by a familiar voice on speaker.

“My love?”

“Darling, Hello…!”

She heard Alcina expel a sigh across the phone.

“It is lovely to hear your voice, Draga Mea. I’ve had the longest day. How was your week?”

Larissa couldn’t help but wonder if she had interrupted the woman while doing something if she was so busy. Her mind nagged her, wondering if Alcina had even thought about her, missed her this past week. The two women only saw each other on the weekends or on breaks, due to the nature of their jobs.

The two of them had met each other while vacationing in Geneva. They had immediately hit it off, spending all of their time together by the end of the week. When the heavenly vacation eventually came to an end, Larissa and Alcina had to part ways, each going back home. But they vowed to keep in contact. Over the years, they chatted over the phone and would visit one another as much as they could. Five years later, they were married. But this long distance was starting to chip away at Larissa. Larissa groaned.

“Long. What about yours? I do hope I’m not interrupting anything…” The blonde breathed out.

“Oh Draga, I am sorry. And nonsense, you never interrupt. I am sure my day was nothing compared to yours. How close are you to being done? Will you be coming home tonight?” Alcina insisted.

That wasn’t true, Larissa interrupted all the time. She had called Alcina five times last week, that’s why she hadn’t called once before today this week. She felt like a burden. Alcina kept such a busy life, running her castle and village, Larissa never wanted to interfere with that. She felt that every call or text she made was a price to pay, a toll taken on her soul. Nevertheless, Alcina insisted that Larissa was a priority. It hadn’t always felt this way. Maybe it had just been a long week…

Spending extended time away from the love of her life never did Larissa any good. It was easy for the blonde to get inside her head and let her thoughts spiral her into a slippery slope of depression and anxiety. Larissa dragged her mind from the depths of the sea back to the shore, back to Alcina. She let out a pitiful sigh.

“Not done, no. Not even close… There is simply too much to do. Might have to stay the weekend to get it all done…” The blonde mumbled, bringing her hands to cover her face in shame of the words coming out of her mouth

“Oh ‘Rissa Mea… Please come home. Work from here if you must. You’ve been all on your own for so long, I can hear it in your voice.” Her raven haired wife cooed lovingly.

Larissa squeezed her head. She felt so conflicted, so overwhelmed. Should she go home? She had heard her wife’s plea for her to return, and part of her believed it. But another part of her mind was screaming at her that she didn’t deserve it, that Alcina was saying these things out of pity. Alcina didn’t want her. She could only stand to spend as little time with her as possible. She was a mere impediment, a nuisance in her wife’s life.

Larissa suddenly smacked herself in the head. She had to get these thoughts out, she couldn’t think properly. It was too overwhelming. She cringed to herself, gnawing at her teeth as she curled into a ball in her chair at her desk in her office. Alone, as always. She had remained quiet for too long. She had given herself away and now it was Alcina’s problem to deal with.

“ ‘Rissa? Draga? My love, please talk to me.” Alcina pleaded, concern and care lacing her entire tone of voice.

Larissa couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. I’m not wanted. I’m worthless. I’m useless. No one wants me. Her mind broadcasted those phrases over and over again, on a merciless loop. She was hyperventilating, shaking in her chair. Tears began to stream down her face. Her nails clawed at her skin, just wanting to feel something, anything rather than the pain radiating throughout her entire being. She was going to drown, she was being dragged back to the depths of the sea. But Alcina was her anchor.

“Take deep breaths for me, Draga Mea. Deep breaths. Find some peppermint and some water. Let us talk through it.” Alcina calmly instructed her wife.

Larissa nodded shakily, slowly untangling herself and doing as she was told. Once she popped a peppermint in her mouth, had a few sips of water, and did some deep breathing with Alcina, she sat back down with some sniffles. Alcina then proceeded to talk Larissa through it, debunking all of the blonde’s anxious thoughts with loving ease, until the blonde was calm and reassured that she was indeed loved, wanted, and worthy.

“I… I’m sorry” the blonde stammered after a period of silence.

“Nonsense, my love. Now, please come home. This week has obviously affected you more than you know or care to admit, and you have no one to take care of you over there. Come home and be with me.”

Larissa nodded and stifled a little, as a little tear of love escaped her right eye.

“I will, Alci, I promise. Thank you, I love you so much” the blonde breathed out.

“I love you too, Draga Mea. See you soon.” her raven haired wife hummed

All Larissa had to do was reach out; Alcina would always be there for her.

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Alcina Dimitrescu Masterlist

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[tu-sugar-mami]

Do u take requests? If so could I request how Alcina would take care of a severely injured YN?

Hi! Sorry it took me so long to reply 😅 I do take requests occasionally, thank you for sending yours 💖 I like to write a short story with a tiny speck of plot rather than a sort of headcanon list so I hope that's okay with you

Tags: Slight angst, overprotective Alcina, happy ending, fluff, gender neutral reader

Around 900 words

Enjoy!

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Alcina hadn't meant for the incident to happen. She could have sworn the door leading to the cellar was locked…

The Lady had heard quite a large number of screeches, yells and begging coming from the basement throughout her many years living with her daughters at castle Dimitrescu, but she will forever remember  the way this specific shrill screaming made her blood run cold. 

She knew that voice, she adored listening to its raspy tone every morning next to her in bed. She loved the way it lovingly called her name with surprise when she, despite her size, sneaked behind you. She loved your laugh when she hoisted you up in a hug and spinned you around before peppering your face with kisses until your face was red with her lipstick. 

Yes, Alcina recognized the voice of her lover coming from that damned place, screaming for her to save you, begging to her for help. 

A second didn't even pass before her legs carried her full speed towards the cellar, calling out your name in hopes you'd hear her and know she was coming. Hoping with all her being that you could hang on just one more second while she got there.

It wasn't pretty when she found you. The moroaica had cornered you, and even though the trail of corpses let Alcina know you had put up an admirable fight, the Lady could see the cuts and scratches littering your skin and and tearing your clothes, but what caught her attention the most were the large, ugly deep gashes on your side and calf bleeding profusely. Your pale face let her know you wouldn't resist any more if she didn't act soon. 

Without breaking a sweat, she got rid of the remaining moroaica in a swift swing of her claws, careful to not hurt you accidentally with them.

With a last cry, your knees went weak and weren't able to support your weight anymore, but before you could even touch the ground a pair of strong arms lifted you bridal style, and in a second you were seeking comfort in Alcina's neck…

A few hours later, once you laid in the comfort of Alcina's bed with your injuries dressed and your pain dulled with a lot of medicine -courtesy of Moreau-, your trembling body snuggled close to Alcina's while she stroked your head lovingly. The Lady was livid, and swore to find out who was responsible for such a disaster, but for now, all her focus was on you. 

Soon enough, after the adrenaline of the fight and fright passed, your eyes drifted closed and you fell into a peaceful slumber at the mercy of Alcina's warmth and presence keeping you safe.

If Alcina's bed was already the softest place you ever had the pleasure to sleep on, it felt like absolute heaven when you woke up again. The bedsheets had been changed for the fluffiest, softest and most comfortable covers money could buy. 

Although Alcina knows that humans are quite fragile, she doesn't really remember how everything works, what with her mutation making her basically immortal. What she isn't capable of providing, such as helping redress your wounds (mostly because her and her daughter's would never really need it), is compensated with her bringing you every luxury you might want or need. 

Five maids were at the ready outside of the door just in case, and Alcina even got a bell placed on the bedside table in case you needed something and Alcina wasn't around, but honestly it was kind of pointless since Alcina wouldn't dare to leave your side even for a second. 

Every two hours or so, she would check your temperature to make sure everything was in order, just like Sal had instructed her. She might even have gotten a bit anxious when you wouldn't wake up soon, and she'd force herself to resist the urge to wake you up. If your breathing changed in the slightest while you slept, Alcina would worry and more often than not she would overreact, summoning her daughters and ordering them to call Moreau because you might be dying! for the fifth time in the last 15 hours. 

Thanks to Miranda's willing help -most likely by Alcina's blackmail- your recovery went smoothly, and when the worst passed and you felt well enough to try to get up on your own, Alcina still kept you in bed for two more weeks, just to make sure you'd be completely ready to start walking again. Sometimes the Lady wouldn't let you walk at all, instead carrying you in her own two arms to wherever your desired location was at the moment. Yes, even the "tedious and so exhaustingly long" tea parties you held with Donna and Angie when they visited.  

Despite Alcina's overprotectiveness, you couldn't really complain. Her loving kisses did wonders for your ouchies, and you swear the red of her lipstick on your own lips gave you the boost you needed to push through the stress. 

Eventually your injuries healed perfectly thanks to Alcina's perseverance and tenderness, and she was more than happy to receive your gratitude in the fierce kisses and wandering caresses you both shared in the privacy of her chambers.

The locks on the cellar door might have been changed to a considerable height after the little incident though.

All in all, Alcina had no idea how to take care of a human in terms of health, but there's nothing she wouldn't be willing to learn learn for the sake of her beloved 💕

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[blackwidow-bby]

Hey! thank you for sending in this request! Hope you enjoy ^u^

Warnings: Slight violence, Alcina being an angry meanie

"ratreaper666: hi! could u write an angst fic for lady dimitrescu where she lashes out at the reader, maybe when shes stressed about work?"

Alcina was no stranger to keeping herself holed up in her office for hours on end. Sometimes even days just to get everything in tip top order. Her long pale fingers carded haphazardly through her raven locks as she sighed out in frustration. She had gone over the numbers several times, and every single time she found her order coming up 20 bottles of wine short.

She picked up the latest sheet of paper only to crumple it and toss it blindly toward the bin that over flowed with other failed counts. She never lost a crate in production. The large amount would surely due her in, someone would have to go without their expensive order and she just couldn't deal with a failure. Both hands now gripped at her tresses pulling at them roughly enough, surely a few strands were plucked from her scalp but she just couldn't care.

Her anger had finally boiled over as she gripped her empty glass and hummed it at the nearest wall. Alcina groaned in her frustration and began another recount for the 50th time that day. Her scribbling bordered scratchy and rough against the browned parchment. Equations littering the entire page, her deft fingers slinging beads to and fro in a desperate attempt to get the numbers right this time only to end up now 40 bottles of her signature wine short.

Her body began to shake as the anger was over-taking her. She vibrated in pure rage, teeth grinding against each other as she tried to hold back but she couldn't contain the feeling any longer. She picked up her desk and threw that far across the room causing the wood to shatter.

All of the commotion pulled your attention away from your duties. The loud slamming made you drop the duster you had been using on her delicate vases and turn sharply toward her office. From the other side, you could hear her muffled screaming. It was a long shot but maybe you could assist her in calming down a bit. She had been working herself to the bone, going to be late and exhausted if she even went to bed at all.

Cautiously, you opened the door to her office and peaked your head inside. Alcina was throwing around anything she could get her hands on and smashing walls. Her usual gold eyes bordering on a deep orangish-amber. She had been in such a state of fury that she didn't even notice you enter. You slowly moved further inside the room, not wanting to startle her any further.

"My Lady, are you alright?"

Her head whipped straight to where you stood. Pupils shrinking, she walked straight up to you, the anger ceasing to desist. She grabbed the front of your uniform pulling you eye level with her towering stature.

"What have I told you about entering my office?!"

Your eyes widened at her tone, she never spoke to you with this much ferocity before.

"I heard you yelling. I-i just wanted to make sure-"

She cut you off with a roar right in your face. Effectively scaring you silent.

"WHAT have I told you about entering! My! OFFICE!"

She threw you across the room to punctuate her last sentence. Your back slammed against the wall next to the door and falling amongst rubble scattered around the ground. You groaned on the ground, trying to pull yourself up but the pain in your torso was too much. Alcina stalked toward you like a predator, she was blinded to anything the two of you may have been before. All rage and ferocious, she was out for blood. She bent over to pick you u once more by the front of your uniform, bringing you back up to stare into your eyes once more.

She stared at you as you hung whimpering, the tears streaking down your cheeks with pathetic sobs. Her visage cracked only slightly. The damage was done. Without any hint of emotion, she left you with one last parting word of advice.

"If you ever come back in my office again, the consequences will be much worse."

With fear of being reprimanded further for speaking, all you did was nod and sniffle, trying to will your tears away. The Lady dropped you to the ground where you fell with and 'oomph' before scattering away. Tears fell like waterfalls down your cheeks, you couldn't believe Alcina would ever do such a thing to you, but she was after all a blood drinking vampire to her core.

Alcina watched with with a sudden sadness as you quickly ran away from her in fear. A fear that she had wished she never made you feel, but the damage was done. The Lady turned to continue her work, hoping deep down she didn't royally mess up the trust she had built between the two of you.

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I'm A Monster

Credit to GIF owner. GIF is not mine

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Summary: Alcina had a bad day and she lashed it out at you, regretting it afterwards

Warning: Angst (Very angsty), mentioning of blood, shitty alcina, mean alcina, hurt reader, very sad, indeed.

Y/n's 2nd POV

You have a tray of food for Alcina as you walk upstairs, seeing the door to her room is closed shut as usual. Sounds of papers scramble and her voice echoes in the hallway as you knock on the door, hearing her asking you to come in. You know her mood isn't at the best rate these days, but she needs her usual meal or she'll get sick.

"Yes, come in." Her voice indicates that she is not in a mood for fun right now.

"My Lady, it's me." You close the door behind your back before walking towards her table, holding the tray firmly in your hands.

"What do you want?" Alcina's eyes are still sticking to the papers.

"You haven't ate anything since last night. You'll get sick" The tray is now on the tableside, just when you walk back to the side of her table, looking at her dearly.

"I'll eat later." She answers shortly.

"Are you sure?" I ask, holding her arm.

"Yes, you can go now"

"Alcina..."

"What?!" She looks at you with anger.

"Please..." You hold her arm softly, caressing them gently, because it usually work to cool her down, but

"What do you want Y/n? Can't you see I'm busy?!" A step back is taken, she's already standing up and hovering over you, upset.

"I-I..."

Alcina suddenly chokes you with her dominant hand, causing you to lift up in the air an inch or two, she's damn strong. Damn it.

"Listen here you little girl. You think because I let you into my private space, I'll listen to you?!" Her golden eyes stares you down as if you're her enemy, burning with fire. You try to talk, but also small whispers could crawl off your mouth from the pressure she puts on your neck.

"I- No Al-"

"Don't you dare call me by that name! You're just a stupid maiden, DO YOU GET ME?!" She lashes, lifting you up higher, making you try to wiggle out but failed. Her grasp is getting tighter, and your vision starts getting blurry.

"I'm sorry-"

"ALL YOU DO IS JUST APOLOGISE! YOU ARE VERY PATHETIC, ANNOYING, AND STUPID!" Her claws are out and you are scared at what she is going to do before you feel a sharp stinging pain on your stomach.

She scratched you...

Why...

"That's for being nosy and remember that or I'll give you more than that, maiden"

She pushes you to the wall next to the door to her chamber, as you look at her in horror while holding onto your bleeding side.

"GET OUT!" You quickly scramble out of her room, closing the door in a rush before plopping in front of her door, with tears rolling down your cheeks. Thank God her children are out for their hunting routine as you slowly walk towards the dungeon, where the maiden's room are.

Alcina's POV

I look down at my body, seeing Y/n's blood spattered on the upper part of my dress and on my hands...

Oh dear, what have I done?

I look over at the food she brought me, it's one of my favourite meals that she usually prepares. My feet immediately walks towards my bathroom, taking a robe with me after taking my accessories and hat off, taking my blodied dress off as fast as I could with tears.

I hurt her.

I hurt the girl I love.

I'm a monster.

Tears keep running down my face as I wash my dress with fear in my head. She's going to get an infection from that. I cut her so deep. Oh my god.

I'm sorry

I'm so sorry

Forgive me-

"Îmi pare atât de rău fata mea dulce"

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Anonymous: How about some heroic angst? How would Alcina react to [Y/N] almost dying while saving the daughters from hunters?

Yes! This is a great idea! Let’s get into it!

Alcina knew something was wrong that morning when the castle was eerily devoid of the usual laughter and antics.

She had awoken to an empty bed. You were nowhere to be seen.

As she descended the stairs she heard the sounds of a physical struggle from outside.

Then she heard a gunshot. A piercing sound that that left utter silence in its wake.

Alcina ran to open the castle doors and found a bloody massacre outside.

Bodies strewn in heaps littered the ground.

Alcina anxiously scanned the scene and called out to her daughters.

“Bela! Cassandra! Daniela!” She called. And then she remembered… She hadn’t seen you yet.

Only one of her daughters swarmed in front of her. Bela looked weak, but she would recover.

The blonde frantically pointed to one lone body that was still breathing. Daniela and Cassandra were leaning over it, trying to provide aid.

Alcina felt her heart drop. She knew it was you.

Alcina and Bela raced to your side.

“I’m trying to put pressure on the wound, mother… Y/N was shot! There’s so much blood, I don’t know what to do!” Cassandra explained through her tears.

Daniela hung her head and wept. “They were trying to protect us, mother! Hunters were trying to kill us, and Y/N…” She trailed off in a choked sob.

Alcina felt her heart break at your bravery and subsequent injuries.

“Y/N, can you here me?!” Alcina pleaded.

Your breathing was shallow, but you cracked your eyes open and tried to focus on Alcina.

“I’m here… Alcina…” You managed to get out.

Alcina felt relief surge through her veins. You were alive. There was still hope.

Alcina turned to Cassandra. “Darling, go run and get Mother Miranda. Tell her what’s happened.” Alcina urged her daughter.

Cassandra handed her mother the rag she was using to try and curb the bleeding and swarmed off.

“You’ll be alright, Y/N. Just try to stay awake okay, baby?” She rubbed a hand through your sweat-soaked hair as she used the other to apply pressure to your wound.

You gasped out weak breaths as blood pooled in your mouth and ran down your chin.

Alcina sobbed as she gently wiped the blood away from your face.

Daniela was unusually quiet as she rocked back and forth, trying to calm down.

The next few hours went by in a blur. Mother Miranda worked tirelessly to try and heal you, but it was clear it was a lost cause.

The only solution Mother Miranda had left was to give you the cadou.

Alcina cried into her hands as she tried to make the best decision without your input.

She didn’t want you to be forced to walk the earth forever like her… But she felt selfish. She wanted you by her side always.

After she heard your breathing begin to slow… She made her decision.

Mother Miranda gave you the cadou and, thankfully, your body hadn’t rejected it.

Now, only time would tell how your body would develop new capabilities.

You awake to the sight of your precious Alcina rubbing anxious fingers on your head.

Your daughters are also by your side. Daniela snuggled into your side and Bela and Cassandra sitting next to you.

You chuckle and four sets of golden eyes lock on your face.

“Did you miss me?” You joke tiredly.

The girls and Alcina cry and nuzzle their faces into you.

Now you would be with them forever. You feel content with this arrangement.

Masterlist

[much2leite]

Is anyone else fearful of angst fanfics and avoids them? I'm already sad, don't make me sadder 🥺🥺

And the thing is, the better the angst fic, the worse it feels 🤕

How do I justify this to my therapist? "I read an amazingly written angst fic about the fictional character I'm obssessed with, welp"

[aithorin]

oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you - Lady Dimitrescu x Reader - Part 1 (Eventual 18+)

Synopsis: As Lady Dimitrescu’s loyal personal maid, you have watched for years as others have come and gone from your Mistress’ bed, desperately wishing you could take their place. Yet despite your deep love for Lady Dimitrescu, she has never once looked at you that way. Years of repressed pain reach their breaking point when you accidentally walk in on one of your mistress’ trysts, for it is then that you finally accept that she will never truly see you. You confront her in hopes of stepping down as her personal maid but soon discover that Lady Dimitrescu won’t so easily let you go.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49435549/chapters/124759192

A/N: Part 1 of 3. Part 2 and Part 3 are here.

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She is always particularly stunning at times like these, in the moments before bed when it is just the two of you. Bathed in the dim light of a dying fire, the warm tones of the flames dance across her pale skin, rendering her with an ethereal delicacy akin to the airy paint strokes of Degas himself. Alone in her room and away from prying eyes, she lowers the walls she keeps built so high, softening her features in a way very few get to see. Here, she is simply Alcina, not Lady Dimitrescu, feared matriarch of House Dimitrescu, and you’ve never found her more beautiful.

Slipping out the final pin binding her meticulous updo together, the last of Lady Dimitrescu’s soft curls cascade down to join the other locks resting freely just below her shoulders. Though no longer forced into place, the wisps of hair still frame her face well, seeming to intuitively adhere to the inherent elegance that surrounds her. It’s a sight you’ll never tire of seeing. Hands reaching out, you fluff her hair, fingertips lingering in an attempt to prolong your time together. They ghost along the nape of her neck, pushing the bounds of propriety, and you savor every stolen touch, no matter how brief they may be. It is, after all, the closest you’ll ever be to her, and well, beggars can’t be choosers. 

Swallowing around the yearning that threatens to consume you, the thought that you’d give anything to remain frozen like this briefly crosses your mind. You don’t want the night to end. Here, in the safety of these walls, you’re able to pretend that she’s yours. You brush her hair, not as a servant carrying out the command of her master, but as a lover displaying her affection. You don’t want to let go, for when you do, the illusion will shatter and take any hope of true happiness with it. 

The rules of decorum call for otherwise, however. And so, with great effort, you pull your hands back to your side and step down from your place behind her, head bowing slightly as you await further orders. Seated at her vanity, Lady Dimitrescu barely spares you a second glance as her hands reach up to fill your place. “That will be all. You’re dismissed.” She says.

Straight to the point, just like always. You should have been used to it by now, the coldness with which she spoke to you. And maybe you would have been, if you didn’t know that she was capable of warmth. But you’d seen the way she doted on the maidens that caught her eye, how she spoiled them. Those lucky few were blessed with the privilege of bathing in the inferno of her passion while you barely managed to grasp onto the dying embers. And the scraps that you could get, well, they did little to fill the ever-growing hole in your heart that her indifference fostered. Despite the unceasing pain it brought though, you were certain you’d never stop chasing her affection. 

But you are a servant first and a pining fool second, so nodding stiffly, you turn and murmur, “Yes, Mistress.” 

With a quick curtsy that you’re sure she doesn’t even see, you spin on your heel and begin to make your way towards the door. The facade drops, having no reason left to hide. Unbidden tears spring in your eyes as the hurt that squeezes your fragile, battered heart begins to crawl up your throat, threatening to choke you with its immensity. The slow, steady pace of your steps gradually increase, becoming erratic as emotion threatens to overwhelm you. By the time you reach the doors, you’re all but running, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of the room. 

Your hands hurriedly reach out to grasp the handles, and you yank the doors open only to stop short as you come face to face with another servant. Her own hand hangs in the hair, poised to knock. Momentary surprise flashes across her face, her eyes widening as her lips round into a perfect little o, but she quickly regains her composure. She straightens, attempting to appear confident; however, her clasped, fidgeting hands betray her.

Hesitantly, she raises her eyes to meet yours. She says, “Lady Dimitrescu asked to see me.” 

It comes out like a question rather than a statement, but her words nevertheless hit you like a smack to the face. You thought you recognized her, and this is why. She’s the lady’s newest flavor of the month. Day in and day out, they waltz in, having a brief but passionate tryst with the lady. They never last long, barely half a month, and the maidens are often never seen again. Yet the disappearances do nothing to diminish your longing to be chosen. You never are though. In the three years you’ve been at the castle, Lady Dimitrescu has never once looked in your direction, and you doubt she ever will. 

As you stand there, staring at the girl who withers beneath your prolonged silence, jealousy rears its ugly head. It crackles down your spine, snarling like a caged beast and urges you to devour the girl before you. Yet it quickly vanishes as rational thought returns, leaving nothing but bleak melancholy in its place. It wasn’t her fault that you were so inadequate. It wasn’t her fault that she’d piqued the lady’s interest, and you hadn’t. She simply suited your mistress’ taste, and you…did not. It was time you accepted that, no matter how much it hurt. 

Deflated, you step aside while gesturing for her to come in, and she cautiously does so. She tiptoes past you, obviously still intimidated. You are soon forgotten though. Upon leaving your immediate vicinity, her nerves seem to melt away, for she practically skips over to Lady Dimitrescu. 

Remaining rooted to your spot, dread pools in your stomach. You should leave. You need to leave. After all, there is only so much you can take in a single evening. The thought of being forced to bear their affectionate interactions makes you sick. 

It takes you a second too long to muster up the courage. The maiden’s voice floats into the air, all lilting tones and cherubic innocence. “You called for me, my lady?”

The change in Lady Dimitrescu is instantaneous. Though you cannot see her, you can hear her: the way her clothes rustle as she stands, the scrape of the chair against the floor, the delight in her voice as she exclaims, “Imogen dear! You’re just in time.” You imagine that the dazzling smile you’d only ever seen directed towards others sits plastered on her face as she stretches out her arms and leans down to embrace her newest lover. The thought of it being true torments you. 

The drastic shift pierces you like a dagger to the heart. Stiffening, you keep yourself from turning around, unwilling to subject yourself to the misery of seeing your Mistress happy with someone who isn’t you, and quickly hurry out of the room. This time, the tears do fall as you all but sprint back to your chambers, where you remain for the rest of the night agonizing over why it was never you.

Unbeknownst to you though, Lady Dimitrescu’s eyes stray to your retreating form as she holds her visitor, intense longing all of her own lingering in their depths.

[peakhumanbehavior]

Lycans

Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

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The unforgiving Romanian wind bit at your skin, and assaulted your eyes. Despite the freezing pain that coursed throughout your body you trekked on, wanting to get as far from the place you once called home

Your brain recalls the conversation you had a few hours ago, the exchange of words that ended everything

—-

Alcina, as usual, was stressing over whatever Miranda said or did that day. You swear your Lady had an unhealthy obsession with that woman

Going above and beyond to impress her but never getting the assurance she so desperately needed. It made you sick to your stomach, how could Alcina not see that Miranda doesn't care for her? That she only acknowledged her if she had something to offer?

You decided that this would be the end of it, of your precious Lady trying her best to impress that manipulative woman

But she had other beliefs

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"How DARE you say such a thing about Mother Miranda!?" She yelled at you with such a fierce intensity that you've only seen directed at a clumsy maid who accidentally spilled wine on her dress or when she is taunted by her brother, Lord Heisenberg

You took a deep breath in before trying again despite knowing the consequences of it

"She doesn't care for you, you need to see that-'' You tried to reason but you were cut off by a glass shattering next to your head, you turned and saw a crimson-red liquid running down the wall. She threw her favorite wine glass at you

You didn't know how to feel, no, it wasn't the first time you both got into an argument but it was the first time she had gotten so mad that she broke something, one of her favorite items at that

"She DOES care for me, you're just too IDIOTIC to see" She spat, her face that you loved to admire turned into disgust and hatred. Her hands balled up into fists

"All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at her" You whispered, hoping that it would snap some sense into her, hoping that she'd go back to the sweet, partly shy Alcina that she had met on her first day at the castle but it did the exact opposite, she was too far into Miranda's control to find reason anymore

"What makes you think that I would look at you like that? You're just a lowly maid, a toy that I can dispose of Any. Day." The venom in her voice felt like it was burning through your heart as she spat her hurtful words

You searched your mind for a reason, a reason why she would listen to you, a lowly maid that by chance caught her eye

But you couldn't, you knew there were none that wouldn't set her off even more

"I suggest you leave" Was all she said as she retreated to her vanity

You stood there for a moment before turning around and reaching for the doorknob, planning on spending the rest of the night slowly withering away

"Not to your room, leave the castle" She elaborated before you turned the knob and you froze

This was it? How could she make such a jarring decision so easily? Were all the glances sent each other's way not enough? Were the nights you spent in her quarters all for her entertainment?

You opened the door, the contrast between her warm room and the slightly cold hallways felt so much more heart-wrenching

You didn't have any belongings so you left through the front door, you quickly shut it once you were outside. Knowing the risks of letting the cold inside, you wouldn't want her to have another reason to hate you

You could barely see, the wind too strong for you to properly see in front of you and it being night didn't help. You knew of the stories, of the monsters in the woods, you knew maids who didn't return from their trips to the village if they took too long

You knew that you'd come to the same fate soon but you had nowhere to go, no one to turn to for help so you walked, and walked and walked

Walked through the forest, through the quiet town, and around the fields

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You sat down, finally finding a little shelter that would keep you from getting hit by the winds directly but wouldn't save you from lurking monsters searching for food

You closed your eyes before opening them abruptly when you heard something. There, you saw a pair of glowing eyes staring back at you, then another and another

You knew your time had come and you couldn't fight it

You closed your eyes, thinking about your life before this night

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Miranda watched on as the Lycans had their meal then vanished, a smile on her face

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[fr3sh-tragedies]

Shielded

[Resident Evil: Village] Dimitrescu Sisters x Fem! Reader | Bela Dimitrescu x Female Reader, Cassandra Dimitrescu x Female Reader, Daniela Dimitrescu x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: A short fight, near-death experiences, blunt death of a major character (from the series), blood

[A/N]: This is part one of my short stories for the Dimi sisters. I'll have one for each sister individually once I can set up an outline.

Here are the continuations:

Bela Cassandra Daniela

Enjoy!

Alcina Dimitrescu’s daughters were known by those in the Village to be rather sadistic. They enjoyed torturing their victims for days, often verging on weeks, because they found the terror on their faces amusing. They never seemed to struggle in a fight, no matter how much bigger their opponent was. Even individually they were too powerful. That is–so long as they aren’t weakened first. The one downside to the experiments they had been under, performed by Mother Miranda herself, was that they couldn’t withstand any temperature “below 50 degrees Fahrenheit,” according to the Empress herself. It prevented them from being able to shift into a swarm of flies, meaning it was much harder to retreat to safety.

Ethan Winters had figured this out rather quickly. He found a small book with descriptions and photos of the experiments as they were taking place. Because of how quickly he was dashing throughout the castle in search of his daughter, Rose, all three of the Dimitrescu sisters decided it would be best to corner him so he wouldn’t be able to run anymore.

In a spare room upstairs, they managed to surround him, taunting him relentlessly as he shot at them in vain. They laughed, shoving him to the ground. The eldest daughter, Bela, stood over him, raising her sickle high above her with the intent to drive it directly into his throat with an overly-brutal force. He continued to shoot at her. She cackled darkly. “Silly man-thing. It seems you just don’t learn things quick enough. Your bullets cannot harm anyone in here.” Her sisters laughed at him with her, but before she could jab his jugular the way she had been desperate to for hours now, her attention was immediately drawn to the sound of glass shattering behind her. She whipped around to find the nearest window blown open. She gasped, turning back to Ethan and watching as smoke trailed out from the barrel of his handgun. A loud growl erupted from her throat. “You stupid man! Do you have any idea as to what you’ve just done?”

Cassandra and Daniela both ducked behind objects in the room for cover from the harsh wind now pouring into the room. Bela slashed at Ethan’s face, but she only managed to gash his arms as he blocked. He quickly kicked her hard in the leg, scrambling back onto his feet as she collapsed to the ground. She could already feel her body crystalizing, causing her movements to slow drastically. Ethan shot at her repeatedly to force her to stay in the wind. Cassandra then lunged forward from his right and swung her blade at him–though he quickly dodged and threw her down towards Bela. She cried out in pain as the icy gust began freezing her body thoroughly as well.

“You damned bastard!” Daniela shouted. She ran towards Ethan recklessly, and he countered her attack by using the grip of his gun to strike her sickle away from himself, grabbing her by the arm and twirling her around far enough to hurl her in the same spot of her older sisters. Bela managed to catch her weakly, though there was still a thud that was loud enough to cover the sound of the door opening behind Ethan.

“Enough of these games! Where’s Rose?” He aimed his pistol towards the trembling trio now practically frozen on the ground. Bela instinctively pulled her sisters into her chest, trying desperately to shield them from everything around them. “Answer me! Where the hell is my daughter?” Bela huffed as she shivered, glaring up at him through her eyelashes. Her gaze flickered behind him, a look of terror growing across her features. A loud cry rang out as a woman jumped onto Ethan and tackled him to the ground. All three of the girls recognized her–the maid they had grown so fond of. Daniela tried to crawl forward, but her eldest sister held her back. “[Y/N], no! You’ll get yourself killed!”

“How dare you lay your filthy hands on them?” She wrestled against him to keep him pinned, grasping at his gun. He writhed beneath her and finally managed to shove her off of him. Before he had the chance to aim at her, however, she was already back up and running towards him. She kicked his hand as hard as she could, sending the gun flying towards the wall. Ethan glared up at her, and they both scrambled towards it. Just before he could grab hold of the barrel, a hand stomped down onto his wrist, causing him to let out a cry of pain.

[Y/N] was quick to pick up the pistol and aim it towards Ethan’s head, not hesitating as she pulled the trigger and sent a bullet through the back of his skull.

Moments passed as she panted heavily for breath, studying Ethan’s limp body in search of any signs of life. At length, her gaze shot over to the three women on the floor a few feet away. She discarded the gun, not caring where it ended up, and ran towards them to help them stand. “Come on, let’s get you three somewhere warmer.” She managed to lead them into the hallway, supporting Bela–who was struggling to prop her younger siblings up against her shoulders. “[Y/N],” she voiced softly. “There should be a fireplace two rooms down. I’m not sure if there’s any driftwood though.”

[Y/N] nodded and steadied them before walking them into the room. She sat them down a few feet in front of the hearth, glanced around the room in a panicked manner, and growled when she didn’t spot any wood. She ran to the next room, returning shortly to bundle all three of the women up with multiple blankets she had found. Not too long after, there were pillows that supported their weight as they relaxed into the small amount of warmth. “I’ll be right back,” [Y/N] assured, kneeling in front of them. “W-Where are you going?” “I need to go get the driftwood from downstairs. I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

They didn’t have any time to respond, only being able to watch as she ran past them and left the room. It felt like hours had passed before she finally made it back. She tossed the wood into the fireplace and lit a match, flicking it into the pile and watching as a small flame slowly came to life. “Okay, hopefully the fire will grow in a moment. Is there anything else I can do to help you three heal?”

All three of them shared a look and a few reluctant nods. Cassandra turned to [Y/N]. “I-It won’t help us warm up, but…drinking someone’s blood would help us regain a bit of our strength.” [Y/N] stood there for a moment, surprised. She nodded and looked around. “You could use my sickle, but it’s in the other room,” Bela offered. The maid nodded and dashed out of the room once more. She returned briefly with the blonde’s weapon.

Sitting in front of the trio, [Y/N] brought the sharpest edge of the blade to her palm. She sucked in a sharp breath before digging it into her skin and dragging out a jagged line of blood. The scent of blood heightened all three Dimitrescu sisters’ senses. Their pupils expanded and they forced themselves to sit up. They took turns drinking small amounts, going from youngest to oldest. Daniela went first, then Cassandra. When it was Bela’s turn, there was hardly any blood left, visibly upsetting her.

[Y/N] sighed softly. “Don’t worry. I can always lose a bit more,” she whispered. She sliced another line on the same palm with a small hiss of pain and lifted it towards the blonde’s lips. Bela latched on immediately, grabbing ahold of the girl’s hand and pulling it closer. Moments later, when she was finished drinking, she sighed and leaned back into the pillows to rest. “Thank you,” she mumbled. “Of course.” [Y/N] stood, shakily placed the sickle on a table nearby, and went to the cabinet adjacent to the door, thankful to find a small roll of bandages. She treated her fresh, self-inflicted wounds quickly before walking to sit beside the fireplace so she could keep an eye on the three.

She sighed heavily, the adrenaline from the fight finally wearing off and causing great fatigue throughout her body. She closed her eyes. They snapped open, however, when she heard the girls whining and shuffling under the blankets. “What’s wrong?” Cassandra groaned. “It’s so cold,” she replied. [Y/N] turned to examine the size of the fire, finding that it was still rather small. “I’m not sure what I can do to help you warm up faster. I’ve grabbed almost every blanket I could find.” Daniela tried to sit up, but could only manage to partially prop herself up with her elbow. “We could really use your body heat. Why don’t you let us huddle against you?” Bela and Cassandra nodded in agreement, letting out small “yeah’s.”

Flustered, [Y/N] cleared her throat. “I’m not sure,” she voiced, “I think you three might need to warm up by the fire instead. It’ll provide more warmth than I ever could.” Bela shook her head and motioned for her to join them. “We’ll take any source of heat we can get. We’re so cold, [Y/N]. Please just let us do this.” [Y/N] sighed. She stood and weakly sauntered over to the pile of pillows and blankets, sheepishly crawling under the multiple layers and planting herself in between Bela and Cassandra. With a groan, Daniela forced herself to shift over far enough to lie on top of the [h/c] girl while her older sisters each leaned against her opposite shoulders.

Collectively, all three sisters sighed in relief at the sudden comfort the softness and warmth brought them. They pulled the blankets tighter around themselves and nuzzled as far into [Y/N]’s body as they could. “Thank you for…you know. Saving us,” Bela murmured. Her sisters hummed in agreement, both too exhausted to be vocal about their gratitude.

“Of course,” [Y/N] reassured softly. “You three mean the world to me. I could never just stand to the side and let something bad happen to any of you.” They all shared a smile. “And, of course, if I hadn’t stepped in, your mother would’ve had my head,” she added in a joking manner. “We wouldn’t have let that happen to you,” Daniela whispered almost inaudibly, chuckling. “But you wouldn’t have been here to protect me.” “Ah, we would’ve found a way. Believe us.”

They laughed softly, enjoying the silence that fell upon the room afterwards.

“What’re we going to do with the body?” [Y/N] asked. “Eat him,” Daniela said as though it were obvious. “You want to eat the body of a man who nearly ruined everything?” “Oh, definitely,” Cassandra muttered, smirking when [Y/N] giggled.

Loud, hurried footsteps reverberated down the hall, growing louder within mere seconds. The door of the room flew open, striking the cabinet beside it with a loud crack, and a familiar voice called out. “Girls?” Alcina asked anxiously. She quickly walked to stand in front of the group, sighing when she saw everyone breathing. She knelt down and placed a hand on Bela’s shoulder. “Oh, my poor dears, are you alright? One of the maids informed me of what happened.” The blonde’s eyes fluttered open and flickered over to her mother. “We’re alright, mother. He’s dead.” “Yeah,” Daniela added, prompting her mother to turn her attention to her. “[Y/N] protected us and brought us in here so we could warm up.”

Alcina’s head tilted. “Warm up?” A look of pure fury crossed her features. “You mean to tell me that repulsive, pathetic excuse of a man forced you into the cold? Oh, [Y/N], you should’ve let me handle things. I would have sliced him to ribbons the way he deserved.” “I apologize, my Lady, I just wanted to ensure he didn’t hurt them again. There was a bit of a struggle, so I sort of…ended things as quickly as I could.” The matriarch of the castle sighed and smiled. “It’s alright, my dear. You kept my daughters safe. I’ll forever be grateful for that.” They shared a look of understanding before Alcina stood. “Now, where did the poor man-thing meet his well-deserved demise?” “Two rooms over.”

“Perfect. Dinner will be very satisfying.” With that, she left the room and headed to the place of the attack. The sound of the door opening followed by something heavy being dragged all the way downstairs informed the women that their mother had the other maids prepping for dinner.

[Y/N] closed her eyes, letting herself relax and focus on her senses. She opened her eyes to look down and study the fatigued, lounged body language and expressions of the girls. She could smell the ash of the burning driftwood and feel the heat it provided. Beneath all of the covers, she could feel where each hand rested against her skin, each shaky breath taken by the girls who clung to her for warmth. Daniela had both arms tucked underneath [Y/N]’s body to ground herself steady as she rested on top of her torso, Cassandra’s were wrapped weakly around her shoulders, and Bela had one buried underneath her and the other resting on her chest.

[Y/N] could hear everyone’s breathing and the crackle of the fire. For a group that had just been attacked mere moments ago, all four women seemed to be at ease. In an attempt to further soothe them, [Y/N] brought her hands up to rub Bela and Cassandra’s lower arms. Their slightly tensed muscles softened in relief. She hugged them closely.

“I promise you–all three of you–that as long as I’m here, I will never let anything bad happen to you.”

There was no response, but she knew that they had heard her. She sighed. Her head fell back to lean against the pillows. The plush surface provided a softness that helped her body still, her eyelids drooping from fatigue. A soft rustling and the feeling of a weight being lifted from her chest, however, prompted her to look down. She found the youngest of the daughters gazing up at her. “Is something wrong?” She whispered softly at Daniela, who shook her head.

“No, not at all. I just wanted to ask you something,” she responded just as quietly. “Hm?” “Could we possibly come to you more often? I hadn’t realized just how much warmth you can provide. It’s really cozy.” [Y/N] was far too exhausted to blush or be modest. Instead, she simply smiled with a barely-noticeable nod. “Of course.” Daniela smiled back at her and returned to resting her head against the girl’s chest. Her mind settled once she could hear [Y/N]’s heartbeat.

Flames crackling and soft snores took the place of the silence in the room. [Y/N] swore in her heart she would never let them get hurt again, no matter what it took. She squeezed the women closer to herself and shut her eyes, whispering a soft reassurance more to herself than the others as she finally let herself drift into a much-needed slumber. “Everything will be okay.”

[marilynthornhilllover]

When you call my name. do you think I'll come running? { chapter 7}

+ If i only could I'd make a deal with God I'd get him to swap our places.

Alcina dimitrescu x fem!Reader

Warning: pre-grief, depression, slight sadness, extreme rage, LOTS of angst, extreme plot twist, talk of suicide, slight fluff. { read chapter 6 here }

A/n: I just wanted to start off by saying thank you to the people who showed utmost appreciation to this series and interest of it continuing! I never actually thought this series would hit it off! And it warms my heart to know so many of you are interested and it has captured the attention of your heart! Sorry for the long wait in chapter update! I know it's been almost five months since i last posted CH. 6 and I sincerely apologize! :). This is a bit lengthy so I had to split it into two parts so, chapter 8 will be a bit short!! Love you guys enjoy!!.

Today no one spoke..... no one moved.... no one even dared to blink or breathe too hard. If you were ever to be caught dead in the sight of Lady Dimitrescu who knows what she might do to you..... Perhaps Rip you in half?, shred you to pieces?, pull your throat out?..... well no one wanted to be a human experiment, therefore everyone kept their distance away from the lady and her personal space. Her rage is not one to be tested and neither is her faith. She's like a lion, sly in the shadows but dangerous in light, she couldn't be trusted then and certainly not now. Ever since you left she's been acting as a fish out of water.

She never left her office or the castle itself and when she did, no one could be able to point out her emotions. She'd always dress in her usual formal black dresses and Veil hats that covered three quarters of her face. Her elegant walk and perfectly fitted gloves, only God knew what monster hid behind the poker face of 'Countess Dimitrescu' .

The entire castle was silent - completely silent. You could hear a pin drop. Make noise and your dead, make one slip up and show weakness or incompetence and your also dead, no one wanted to be alive in the same place where " Countess Alcina Dimitrescu " also lived. The villagers who'd usually bring fresh food and fruits to the castle heard of the matter and started delivering their pastries at the back door, too terrified of the wrath she held for anyone who may know what she's going through or even the smallest detail of your whereabouts.

It was a mad house at castle dimitrescu, maids started whispering rumors and stories of how the lady was going completely mad and turning into some sort of witch or dragon - if that's even possible, at night. Some say she flys over the village howling and puffing looking for her.... lost one.... but that's not true..... right?.....

It was 10:05 am, the lady drinks tea at 10:00 am, the lady's tea is five minutes late.... why because the poor little tiny girl who's job is to bring the raven hair goddess tea is scared out of her mind to so much as to stand infront of her door, she's done this a million times, so what's holding her back now? Maybe the fact that no one knows where her fate might lie after the woman opens the door, perhaps only mother miranda will know.... but she's a topic for another time.....

The girl took slow strides walking up to the lady's door as the tray that laid in her hand containing the lady's tea shook vigorously as a result of her nervous system failing her, cold sweat dripped from her forehead as her lips quivered and shook.

One

Two

Three

Knock, knock

Her shaking palms returned to her side as she sighed a breath of pure fright. For two long , minutes there was complete silence, no movement, no breathing, no sign of other recreations, nothing, absolutely nothing. And just as she was about to leave, hoping the lady thought her ears deceived her, there were loud thudding foot steps. No exaggeration used, the tall woman's footsteps were loud and massive. They spoke of frustration and pure rage. The young girl then again started struggling to breathe.

As the footsteps got louder and closer she managed to bow her head just in time when the lady opened the door. Suddenly the girl was taken back when an impossibly human surviving air hit her skin. The air was cold and thick, she could easily tell that the lady in fact hadn't left her room in a while and there was no ventilation happening in there. It felt as if someone had truly died, as if all life was lost, and the world had truly ended and all love was forgotten.

" yes, what is it, can't you see I'm busy?!" her voice was cold, brutal and hoarse, it showed no sign of life, love or even integrity , instead she sounded bitter and cold as, if she was the first person to ever be born on earth and everyone else were just a burden or her just her unwanted ornaments.

" f- forgive m- me my lady i-if I'm wrong but- you have wine with your b- breakfast, and tea in t- the mid afternoon, m- my lady" she wasn't wrong... in fact she's one hundred percent correct, but when your life is at stake you try to minimize your talking and smart mouthing - simply being correct. Again there was a long pause of utter silence. The girl couldn't even hear the lady breathe above her , it was as if she wasn't there at all, if she wasn't quite literally staring at her heels she would have believed she had returned inside.

Besides from that she couldn't even hear herself breathe, she minimized her heart beat and lungs respiration so low that it felt as if she was dying, her chest started to burn, it was as if she wasn't breathing at all. The girl heard a sigh of frustration before a loud slam of the door infront of her.

Well.... it's better than having your throat ripped out and being made into fine Romanian wine then being sold to the market.

Alcina sniffed walking back towards her desk. she held onto the rim of it for emotional support. She bit her lip as it quivered, while fighting back tears. Your voice rang through her mind, you were like a ghost, invisible with high amount of impact but held powerful memories. Alcina couldn't function or focus the way she should be. You were the only thing she thought about, the only person she ever truly loved or cared about besides her daughters. And to have you pulled out of her life by the hands of the person she hated so greatly made her feel as an failure even more.

It ate away at her heart to know that if you had died - as miranda said you did, that means that you spent the last few minutes of your life probably cold and afraid, thinking that it was her fault. But regardless, what ate her up the most was the fact that you died with holding her hand, without her being by your side until you took your last breathe. It wasn't fair, and it was her fault. It is her fault. After all she is a monster.

' Monster '

' Your a monster '

' No one loves you '

' Your the reason she's d- '

" SHUT UP" alcina picked up her vanity and threw it across the room with great power, breaking it in half and slightly cracking the floor of her office. That's definitely gonna need fixing.... which means someone will have to visit the castle. She didn't want any guests or company, not because of the rumors, or the uneasiness you felt as soon as you stepped foot into the palace, no alcina was bigger than that, what she wasn't bigger than was herself.

Not her literally self, the one she saw when she looked into the mirror, the one she felt 24/7 weighing down her shoulders, the one she heard most of the time.....her entire life, the one she felt deeply inside waiting to be unleashed, to be able to set the world ablaze and get rid of all human beings. The one she was called...... a monster..... this part of her..... this was the part she wasn't bigger than.

No matter how much she tried, no matter how much she fought..... it ate her up inside..... her inner soul was bruised, scared, busted, call it what you want, but the truth was she fought to keep the outside going strong and tall. While the fire was running low she fought to keep herself elegant and up right. Good Posture, perfect teeth, phenomenal business, respected name. All of it was just a show that people got to tell. What people failed to realize was that although Alcina may be dead on the inside..... she's still human.....

She still loved... she's still cared, for God's sake. This was the part of her she just couldn't get rid of. The weight of it all soon caught up to her and it and not light at all.

She missed you.... so so much, beyond explanation.... beyond belief.... she loved you, every part, your smile, your hair, the way you'd do a little nose scrunch when she tackled you onto the bed, your laugher, your dramatic side eyes when she said something that didn't quite suit your style. She cared for you.... so damn much too. Cared if you ate, if you slept, if you were happy.... and now you were gone.... erased from her memories, from her life.

She longed for you....

You stired as you slowly opened your eyes to see daylight. You blinked rapidly trying to clear your eyes and refocus your vision. After a while of low steady breathing you were finally able to open your eyes completely and take hold of your surroundings. The room was small, it reminded you of the vintage times. It was raged with cigarette smoke and burning medicine plants - too much burning medicine plants. The room wasn't clean but it also wasn't the tidest.

There was a small bed on which you laid on and another which was empty, there was another room connected to the room that you were in that had a beaded curtain handing before the entrance. From the view that you were sitting you could see an old woman slowly moving her hips side to side as she hummed softly to a playing jazz music that your ears couldn't yet pick up. You coughed as you tried to get up slowly, you instantly felt excruciating pain all over your body.

You fell back sobbing as your hands felt utterly weak. You heard small foot steps before seeing a familiar face. It was Carmen. Your mom's old yoga and herb cooking buddy. A small warm smile was plasted on her face as she sat on the stool infront of you.

" Easy now child, you don't want to make this wound worst" she spoke, her voice cracky and faint. She was dressed in a light pink night gown and a soft brown head band with her hair braided in a fish braid. She gently dipped a wash cloth in a bowl of green like liquid before gently pressing it to your wound that was located on your hip. You whimpered softly at the slight stinking sensation before it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. After multiple wips of her cleaning the wound she placed a badge on it.

" thank you carmen" you mumbled, your voice also being raspy from using for the fisrt time since God knows when. The elder woman smile before waving you off with her hand. She got up and and went back into the kitchen.

" how did I end up here?" You asked her before standing since you felt a bit more better now. You heard her chuckle before hearing some pans clack together.

" I found you laying in the forest the other day when I went out to pick berries, you were all cut up and bruised, could have swore you were a zombie or perhaps even a lycan" she laughed before emerging from the kitchen and into another room. You Curiously followed her just to find four small but widthful shelves of books.

She bent down groaning slightly before taking out some books and dusting them off and replacing them, continuing the step for others.

" I hoped you'd wake up soon, when I found you, you had only a faint pulse that lasted every twelve seconds, you were basically half dead. Anyway I need to go to the market, i'm sure you can fend for yourself, you did just fine, God knows how you ended up 36 miles out into the woods" you froze..... did she just say 36 miles..... into the woods....

" am I in south Romanian?!" You asked a bit too loudly. Carmen looked up at you with raised eyebrows.

" yes.... did you forget you and your mother use to hop the river to come visit me for my birthday? Silly girl, yes south Romanian, mother Miranda's old village, the one she used to rule over? Yes my dear" she moved towards the other selve and began packing.

" Carmen! Do you heard how crazy this sounds?! I live in north Romania, you know... where castle dimitrescu is?! " again your voice was on the raise and she didn't quite like it, but you didn't really care either. She sighed before getting up, she facial expression and body language completely changed into a colder one.

" have a seat child" you compiled before she sat infront if you with a very serious expression. She sighed before placing her hands down onto your thighs.

" your mother died y/n...." your eyes zoned and you swore you could hear your eyes ring as you heard your heart beat slow down. Carmen squeezed your thighs before continuing.

" it's a hard pill to swallow but you better do, my condolences my daughter" she said doing the sign of the cross. Your mother meant alot to you, she wasn't really a huge part of your life, you didn't even remember much of her. You remember being kidnapped from your house one night by mother miranda and seeing the terror on her face before you passed out, and seeing her in a dream once. You've lived in an orphanage for your entire life and that night was the first time that you got back your life to her.

That didn't meant you wouldn't miss her.... you just couldn't find a reason to miss her.... you barely even knew her to begin with.....

" you know that lady people said your in love with?.... you know.... tall, big vampire mommy lady with wings" you gaved her a sarcastic fake laugh before looking at her dead serious. She smirked before continuing.

" there was a rumor that she killed your mother....." you tilted your head to the right, trying to comprehend the information you just received. You shook your head before nervously laughing.

" No that's not true.... it was probably miranda but people are to scared to say that so they blame alcina, they always do that, trust me, miranda was the last person my mom saw so-" Carmen cut you off by shaking her head and tsking.

" No child..... your mother was killed six months ago... and if I'm not mistaken you were kidnapped and forced to work for this ' Alcina' almost two years ago.... look they said it was big boobs vampire lady, bird lady and some lady who's obsessed with carrying her doll everywhere" you were significantly frozened between reality and what carmen was telling you now - which would obviously be a lie.

No one is saying carmen is a lier but sometimes elderly people loss their minds as time goes by - especially is they love to gossip..... anway.... your mom is dead and you felt nothing, you don't even think you miss alcina, now that your away you feel.... nothing..... you don't miss her, part of you don't even seem to care if she's doing ok, it's as if you never loved her.... maybe your body is still in shook, carmen did say that you had been out for two days straight, maybe your sleep dprived and can't think straight or maybe........ no let's not go there.

Carmen could clearly see that you didn't believe her, getting her she sighed as she began to grab her belongs, shoes, shopping bags, bud spray and pepper spray.

" look child believe what you want, don't go cra cra over your mom too much, wishing on things that just weren't possible, i'm off, when I'm back maybe we can make cinnamon rolls and some soup to get you better" she smiled softly at you before leaving a small peck on your forehead then leaving. You decide that your going back to castle dimitrescu, you needed answers...... you demanded them..... and even if it's the last human thing that alcina is capable of doing she will give them to you.

You could feel it in your heart that you were drifting away from alcina..... that spark that you once felt.... that burning passion.... that burning love.... gone....

You didn't have any belongs at Carmen's but you walked with some of her stuff, like water, little protein bars, bud spray and a knife. You left her a note thanking her for her utmost compassion and kindness upon you before starting your very very long journey....

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So, the holiday sads have been a bit of bitch this year, and this scene has been playing in my head for the past few days now. I feel like the holiday season would be a little hard and lonely for our dear Countess and that she would likely do well with a little extra comfort around this time. I apologize in advance for any angst this may cause ♥️

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The castle was quiet. Almost so that you could hear the soft patter of snow as it blanked the outside world with it's gentleness. The dark hallways a stark reminder at just how late it was as you made your way towards the servant's quarters. Most days you were done with your daily duties much earlier in the night, but today was laundry day - the day where all the linen that had accumulated throughout week, plus all of the Dimitrescu's personals, were washed.

You stretched your sore muscles, letting out a sigh or exhaustion before continuing your way down the long corridors. You were just about to turn and take the hallway that would inevitably - and finally - lead you to your room, when you caught a warm light coming from beneath the doors of the library. You were certain it was probably Miss Daniela on one of her late night romance novel readings, but still - you thought it better to make sure no one had left the fireplace going unattended, just incase.

The soft creak of the door echoed through the empty halls of the castle but did nothing to stir the person who sat so stilly in front of the warm hearth. You stood puzzled for a minute, entirely not expecting what your eyes had fallen upon.

Though, there the she sat - the Countess of the castle and your employer - with a gaze full of melancholy as the firelight danced upon her prominent features, beautifully accentuating them. A small tea cup in one hand filled with a liquid that no longer seemed to hold any warmth to it. She sighed deeply, closing her eyes as if to hold back the weight of a thousand tears. You had never in all of your years working for Lady Dimitrescu seen her look so sullen before - so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even heard you enter the large room.

Your fingers fidgeted for a moment, wondering if you should even disturb her. But the sadness that radiated off of her was far too immense to ignore.

"... My lady? Is there anything I can do for you before turning in for the night?"

You tried to keep your tone and words as level and professional as possible, but Alcina was still just as startled by them. Almost dropping the small cup in her hand, she looked over at you - her large frame outlined by a flickering glow and a dusting of tears coating her lashes.

"Mh? My apologies, dear, I was a million miles away." She looked back towards the fire for a moment before continuing. "I wasn't expecting anyone else to be awake at this hour."

"Laundry day." You replied simply.

"Ah." She said with a chuckle, though the soft sound lacked in its usual fervor.

You stood there for a breath or two, waiting to see if she had anything else to add before asking her again.

"Well.." She started, ".. be a dear and run along, then. No use in the both of us losing sleep. Another busy day awaits."

A part of you wanted to obey, to bow at her dismissal and wish the Countess a good night. But the all around flat tone to her words only strengthened your concern.

"Ah.. pardon me for asking, my lady, but.. are you alright?"

Again Alcina looked up at you startled, obviously not expecting such an inquiry. And you could tell she was mulling your question over for a minute, likely wondering if it would be out of line for her to discuss such things with one of her staff. Eventually, though, she sighed in resignation and placed the small cup on the table next to her before turning to face you.

"As far as my general existence is concerned, I am, as they say, as strong as ever." She smiled to herself before leaning back to light a cigarette. "But, you see.. I'm afraid his holiday season has left me feeling... less than adequate."

You nodded, that was something you could more than understand. The holidays were always an inherently lonely time of year for you. With both of your parents having died long ago, and your only sister cutting off contact with you the day you came to work at the castle - you could truly emphasize with the Countess.

Alcina looked at you and smiled at your understanding, a long drag off of her cigarette before she continued.

"And while I do my best to keep my spirits up during this festive season, I can't help but long for the company of companions long lost.. for family members gone too soon.. and for a life that no longer exists."

Another thing you deeply understood - you honestly couldn't remember the last time you shared a holiday with someone you truly cared about.

You hummed softly. "I understand, my lady. I hope the girls help somewhat with keeping your mind occupied, at least?"

She chuckled again, this time sounding a little lighter.

"Mh.. that they do." She smiled softly but her eyes still shined with that far away look. "Were you aware there was four of them once?"

"Daughters??"

"Mhm.. Alexandra. She was my eldest. She passed on many years ago, though."

"I had... no idea. I'm sorry to hear that, my lady."

She waved her hand almost nonchalantly.

"It was a long time ago. But this time of year always brings back very fond memories of her. Christmas was her favorite day of the year." This time her smile was warm, filled with love. "Such an inherently kind soul she was. I have no idea where she got that from."

Another chuckle and you smiled.

"Oh, I have some ideas, my lady."

Alcina took another drag off of her cigarette and gave you a smirk.

"Flattery, dear."

In all honesty, though, it wasn't. Regardless of their reputation and the rumors that proceeded them, you wouldn't have the life you did if it wasn't for Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters. There weren't many places for people like you within the village. People who weren't of the norm and didn't follow the status quo. The castle was a safe haven for individuals like you - who fell outside the normality of what was considered 'good and right'.

You bowed low. "Honesty, my lady."

"Mh.. perhaps." She chuckled.

You stood quietly and let the silence of the moment envelope you. The warm glow of the fireplace dancing across Alcina features as you watched them finally begin to soften. And while you knew your small chat hadn't helped ease all of her pain, you could tell it'd at least helped lighten the heaviness of it all.

Still, you felt as though the both of you could do with the company of each other just a little bit longer.

"Would... you mind if I sat with you for awhile, my lady?" You asked softly, bringing a tender smile to the Countess' lips.

"Are you not exhausted from such a long day, dear?"

"Not all that much." You lied, every muscle in your body ached - but right then, keeping this large, sad woman company, was far more important.

She nodded, holding out her hand to the seat next to her.

"Very well, then."

And there you sat, long into the night. Swapping lighthearted stories and deeper ones at that. Laughing at each other's jokes as if you'd known one another for a life time longer than you'd actually had. It was a night filled with ease and comfort. With conversations so warm they almost drove the cold and loneliness of the holidays away.

... almost.

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[tu-sugar-mami]

Hi! I'm wondering if you can write how Alcina would react if she found her dobbelgänger? Someone who looks Identical to her and it would probably be one of her maidens. People probably gossip about it too. I want to see Y/N's reaction to it too so like maybe they are together and they see a maiden pass by who looks exactly like Alcina. Lipstick and everything.

(I didn't see any other requests like this so I said why not request this one cause the idea is so interesting)

-Milkie

Hii!! Thank you so much for sending this 🥰 This sounds interesting, yes! I don't think I've read anything like it before and it's an honour you thought of me for this  ✨✨✨ sorry it took me so long, I got carried away and then didn't know how to finish it 😅 although, I don't really know of this is what you had in mind but I went a bit angsty there. Hope you like it! 💖💖

Words: 1800

Tags: angst, a bit of humour, implied feelings, sad stuff, kinds good ending?

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Being Lady Dimitrescu's personal maid is no easy job, especially since the responsibility of bringing her every wish and/or demand could become slightly complicated. There's only so much you can do with your short legs scurrying around in such a grand castle. 

Despite being almost always busy, you do find some time to enjoy a cup or two of that sweet tea you love so much, and love it even more when you share it with your Lady. 

Climbing up the stairs you somehow manage to balance a tray with the needed assortment of ceramics with a teapot full of very hot water on one hand and a quite heavy stack of important documents on the other. Your focus is split between not dropping the platter and reading the stack of papers in your hands trying to find the listing error in the first page (a job usually reserved for one of the daughters) and you find yourself so enthralled by the task that it's only when you reach the hallway that your focus is interrupted by an approaching figure.

Without raising your gaze from the documents, the corner of your eye catches a glimpse of a familiar face. A smile blossoms in your lips at the passing woman, but confusion settles in you. You're sure the Lady is in her study at this time of the day, but you pay it no mind, surely she has a reason to leave her sacred workspace. 

Turning to the left, you ask for a miracle to help you open the door while your hands are occupied. Luckily, being crafty and resourceful was a requirement in the job description, and with a push of your elbow onto the doorknob you enter the Lady's office.

"Oh, there you are. I need those papers transcribed here."

The voice brings you to a halt as your brain catches on. Wait, didn't the Lady just pass by you at the hall? No, surely you're mistaken… 

Quickly turning towards the hall, half of your body peeking out of the still open door, your eyes inspect the now empty hallway in search of an explanation. 

Now that you recall it, the woman in the hallway was strangely at eye level, unlike your Lady, so perhaps she was only a maid you just didn't see correctly.

Well, it's been some stressful days lately, and you suppose your mind is tired. 

Deciding to think nothing of it, you pour the Lady some tea and prepare yourself for the upcoming ache in your hands (the typewriter makes the job easier, but doesn't mean it's less tedious).

It's around late afternoon when you and The Lady find yourselves strolling through the halls in an attempt to dissipate the headache that the stress has caused on the Matriarch. It's also around that late afternoon that you stumble upon her…

A few moments pass by before you do a double take and your hand shoots towards your Lady's skirt in order to stop her from walking away. 

Alcina isn't thrilled, and if it was any other maid she would have already have them paid for their transgression, but as it's almost a custom now, she only rolls her eyes and turns to see what has you so busy that you can't even speak to properly ask her to sto–

As soon as Alcina turns she sees the reason. She sees her.

An exact copy of the great Lady Dimitrescu is busy dusting one of the giant flower pots in the hall.

She is identical, in every way but the height and skin. How did you not notice her before? You're pretty sure you would have seen the close resemblance right away, unless… The daughters are always the ones in charge of 'welcoming' the new batches of maids that come in every month or so, and knowing them, they don't dwell in appearances unless they find one of the morsels to be especially interesting. Perhaps that's why such a sight slipped right by you. 

You wouldn't believe it if the maid wasn't standing right in front of you. 

She had the same high cheekbones and soft jaw as your Lady, that much is evident, but what catches your attention the most is her eyes. That unique and familiar gaze that brings you comfort and reassurance is present in the maid. She looks younger than the Lady for quite a few years, although you wouldn't be able to pinpoint exactly how many apart. Still, the resemblance is unique, more like a copy rather than an offspring. It seems impossible and yet…

You look to your left in a quick movement, ready to go back and forward only wanting to compare and see for yourself that your mind isn't playing tricks on you, but you stop as soon as you notice your Lady's face.

Alcina's expression is a shocked one, more than you've ever seen her bear before, but you notice something else within that stare. Her eyes become slightly teary, but despite your efforts you can't decipher what the meaning of the unshed tears is. 

And of course, you can't possibly know the turmoil that brews inside her. 

Right in front of Alcina stands the woman she once was, or more like the one she could have been. A version of her without her humanity stripped away, without the marks of betrayal and hurt, without the lines of experimentations and pain. In front of Alcina stands the woman she once saw in the mirror, like a cruel joke, in all her human fragility and ignorance. Almost as if the universe had one last way to mess with her and mock her.

Within Alcina aches the desire to touch, to feel, to have a close glimpse of what she was before, and yet the unspoken fear of the mirage before her disappearing keeps her hand grounded, and with it her body stays unmoving.

The Lady hears, among other drowning sounds, the judging whispers surrounding you three in the hall. Words from the maids that have huddled up at the corner, watching with harpy eyes the scene unfolding in their unwelcome presence. 

For the first time in years, perhaps decades, Alcina Dimitrescu is at a loss of words. She would have never thought that an image of herself would make her feel so vulnerable, so threatened. And perhaps also for the first time, the powerful Matriarch feels…powerless.

Until your touch on her gloved hand brings her back from her stupor, that is, effectively stopping her from spiraling any further. Your hand, tiny in comparison to hers, is the anchor she needs right now. 

Alcina turns to you, and what she finds in your eyes as you look up at her is nothing but pure adoration, as if you have already decided that she is perfect just as she is right now. Almost as if you've just chosen her out of the other more humane and better versions of herself in front of you and the ones to ever exist. The love and affection that had been so obvious to her before but you always put effort in keeping hidden is now shining through, unstopped and undimmed, and Alcina's unbeating heart for a moment feels full of life again.

 

With your hand now in her gentle grasp, she feels like she can breathe again, and with the newfound strength she dares to invite the maid for a chat over tea.

When the moon is already starting to show her presence above in the skies, after some surprisingly nice talk, something across the coffee table catches Alcina's attention.

Alcina only needs to see the mischievous grin on your lips once to feel another incoming headache. You've been her maid for five years already for goodness' sake, she already knows exactly what you're thinking…

…

…..

The Lady doesn't know how you managed to convince her to do this, but she's waiting with you hidden behind a stone pillar just after summoning her daughters 'urgently'. 

It's not long before three buzzing swarms approach, but instead of her mother waiting they find a woman facing away from them sitting on their mother's usual chair. 

Daniela confusedly sniffs the air, and she finds that her mom's perfume comes from the same direction as the woman, but she can also smell the blood pumping and a heart beating. 

"Who are you?" The youngest asks with her hand already reaching for her sickle. 

"Ah, my daughters! I didn't see you there, lovelies." The maid greets with a higher pitch voice, before turning to the girls. You have to give her some credit, it would be impossible for you to not laugh if you were in her place. "Come here my girls, mama has missed you." 

"Mother!?" Bela and Cassandra ask in unison. Her eyes are wide and they're switching their gaze from the woman to each other. 

Behind the pillar you watch the scene unfold, and your Lady's hand soon covers your mouth to prevent you from letting out a chuckle, although when you look up you can see an amused smile on her lips. 

"What happened?" Daniela asks, gesturing wildly at the woman's body. "You look, good? Less tired maybe, a little tiny bit uh…less um… like this?" She raises her hand above her head and shakes her hand slightly.

"Holy Mother Miranda, is that really you Mama?" Cassandra asks, slowly approaching the maid. 

Alcina lets out a silent chuckle and with a stealth you didn't know her capable of, sneaks behind Daniela, the closest daughter.

"She is most certainly not, darling." 

Not unlike a cat, Daniela screams and jumps almost two meters before dissipating in a cloud of flies, before reforming next to Cassandra, her hand pleases over her chest, and if her heart could still beat it would be frantically hammering against her ribcage.

"Holy sh-"

"Daniela, language!" Bela nudges her sister with her shoulder. 

Your laugh resonates in the room, and Alcina briefly looks at you, her eyes as soft as her smile, before returning to the girls. 

"I can't believe they really fell for it." You walk towards the maid and put a relaxed hand on her shoulder. "Sorry we made you do this, let's go get some lemonade girl, you look a bit pale."

After you leave with the maid in tow, Alcina takes her rightful seat and pours herself a cup of wine.

"How come no one bothered to let me know of this guest? I should hope next time you do take time to greet every new maid properly, girls."  

"We will, Mother." Bela says, taking a step forward from her sisters. 

"I know you will." Alcina says gesturing away with her hand, and after her beloved daughters leave, she's left again to ponder about how just much she fucked up by accepting Miranda's gift…

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“Star-crossed”

Siren Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

ao3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/39024159

just wanted to save it here too. a little something i wrote for mermay 2022

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The ocean is a beautiful, mysterious place, but the creatures lurking in the darkest depths of the ocean are far more mysterious.

Evil, enchanting creatures that are known to bring men to their downfall.

There are two golden eyes glowing in the dark, visible just above the surface of the ocean, akin to the predatory eyes of a crocodile scrutinising its prey.

Pointy ears half submerged, Alcina listens meticulously — from each flap of a fly’s wings above the ocean to each pop of air bubble beneath the water surface. Her fins and scales alert her to every tiny little movement in the sea.

Somewhere in the safe distance is an outline of an anchored ship. The sharp tips of her ears twitch at the sudden sound of her daughter’s wails, and her lips pull into a snarl — sharp teeth gleaming under the soft, silvery shine of the crescent.

Alcina does not waste another second investigating from afar. Immediately, she dives down, swims directly towards peril without hesitation.

Her daughter needs her.

The closer she gets to the ship, the stronger the scent of blood becomes. It is not just anyone’s blood. It is her darling daughter’s.

So, when she finally arrives at the ship, and sees the only seaman with a weapon in hand, she has no reasons not to leap out of water and strike him with her clawed hand.

Alcina does not know that you are a woman disguised as a man. In fact, you are a researcher embarking on countless sea adventures to investigate the myths of Alcina’s very species — mysterious and magnificent sirens.

The captain of the ship is well known in the black market for selling rare, peculiar sea creatures. After many fruitless endeavors on your own leave you with no leads whatsoever, you have disguised as one of his minions, and boarded the ship in hopes of coming across the object of your fascination.

On the night of only the second day out in the ocean, something unexpected is caught in the net.

Excitement bubbling in your stomach, you have rushed to the deck, but when you see the beautiful creature being poked and prodded, the sharp metal of harpoons and knives penetrating skin and drawing dark purple blood, it is replaced by ire.

You have known that these men are merciless. From the beginning, you have a grand ploy devised in your head.

It is simple, easy, and on paper at least, almost flawless — disguise yourself as a seaman, do not bring unnecessary attentions and, lo and behold the grand finale of your plan, surreptitiously release whatever they have caught back into the ocean.

By the time the ship docks, and they notice that their precious cargo has gone missing, you will have long disappeared without a trace.

But of course, things don’t always go as planned, do they?

One stab in particular makes her screech. The pitiful creature is thrashing about, struggling in vain to scramble away from dirty boots and sharp, unforgiving objects.

The man is clearly enjoying damaging such beautiful being. The sickly sweet grin on his face is a testament to how disgustingly vile he is. It makes you want to wipe it off his face — whatever the cost, no matter the consequence.

Disguise be damned!

The ploy be damned!

If you can send her back into the ocean right away, then you will.

Your facade falls together with the man torturing the trembling creature. You do not even realise that it is the captain himself until after you have forcefully yanked the offending object out of his hand, and punched him square in the face. His nose breaks with an audible crack.

Fuck!

All of a sudden, pain blossoms in your arm. You have half a mind to believe that a mere punch has rendered your arm broken. But then, you see red seeping into the fabric of your ruined shirtsleeve.

The harpoon has long left your hand, falling with a clatter onto the sole, and your body, too, joins it on the cold, hard wood as you are unceremoniously shoved.

Sirens are said to be deadly gorgeous, the personification of dark and dangerous, the pinnacle of femme fatale. Although you have little doubt about them, you have always suspected their allure described in myths to be exaggerations.

Now, with the solid proof visible to your very naked eyes, it is safe to say that the myths, correct though they are, are in fact lacking in some aspects. The one that is caught in the net is beautiful, very beautiful indeed, but this one whom you are pinned beneath, oh, she is the most magnificent thing your eyes have ever had the pleasure of beholding!

For a moment, the reality that she is claws deep inside your chest totally slips your mind, for it is busy singing praises of the very thing that does not seem hesitant to rip your heart out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the captain approaching, sword in hand. Without thinking, your hands grasp her ribcage, for a fleeting moment unconscious of the gills that are located there.

The surprised little gasp that tumbles out of her plump lips, and directly down the canals of your ears, is the reason behind the colossal eruption of butterflies inside your stomach.

The shadow looming over the two of you is the only sign you need to hastily roll the two of you over, missing by a whisker, the sword that comes striking down. The force with which it is thrown is brutal, sure to pierce scales, flesh and bone. The paper thin edge of the sword manages to catch you, leaving a crimson slash across your back while a good inch of the tip lodges itself in the sole of the boat.

In lieu of the wood, it could very well have been her body. Strangely, the mere idea of it forces ice down your spine.

On the other hand, it only encourages the claws already buried deep in your chest to sink even deeper, and you wince, let out a whimper. You are not expecting her to appreciate your help, but you are also not expecting her to kill you right then and there.

Just why is she so hell-bent on hurting you?

Have you offended her somehow?

You don’t stay on her face long enough to see the look of bewilderment on her face, a flicker of recognition dancing behind those shimmering golden pools.

Before you can ponder any longer, you hear the captain commanding his men to make certain that the two creatures do not flee the ship. It forces you to your feet, and picking up the discarded sword, you quickly cut the net in which the wounded one is entangled.

“Go! Leave now!”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, one after another of the crewmates comes running towards you, and you strike them with the back of your sword. You do your best to redirect their attentions to you, buying enough time for the other two to escape.

And just like that, you are your own undoing, left to eat your own empty words.

It is one against many. Of course, you are bound to lose. But by the time you have no energy left, and the sword is eventually knocked out of your hand, the two mysterious creatures are thankfully but regretfully long gone.

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Why has she returned anywhere near this godforsaken eyesore of a ship? Alcina is none the wiser.

Perhaps a part of her feels bad.

She has learnt from her daughter that contrary to what she believes, you have been the one to save her daughter. If it is not for you to intervene, Bela has said, the bastard who is having fun inflicting pain upon her would have actually maimed her.

In the scheme of things, as wrong as it is to immediately point the finger at you, considering the situation she has found herself in, wrongfully accusing you is understandtable. Her little Bela has been suffering after all, and she cannot afford the luxury of dawdling.

She does admit however that she has done you a great wrong by wounding you, not to mention her daughter’s saviour, so terribly.

Still, she lies.

She knows very well why she has returned here. Because you remind Alcina of her.

Could it be— no.

Absolutely not! She chides herself. Clearly, you are a stupid man-thing. There is not a ghost of a chance that you are her darling girl.

Peeved at this ceaseless delusion of hers, she is on the cusp of swimming back to her daughters, and more than ready to disregard everything about today, when all of a sudden, the tranquilility of the night is spoiled by a booming splash.

Underwater, the ripples tickle the gills, and scales on her tail.

An invisible but a profoundly palpable force compells her to swim towards the source. The brain tells her that it is a bad idea; its endless lectures, she ignores in favour of the heart’s desire.

What awaits her on the other end is you. Hands bound behind your back, you are being dragged into the bottomless abyss of the ocean. The culprit is the large anchor attached to the very end of the same rope that is tied to your shackled feet.

Her heart stutters.

Your movements have left the head scarf floating away in the water. All this time, it has been hiding your lustrous silky strands.

The awful mustache she has very clearly seen on your face has simply fallen off. It, too, has been a fake all along.

It goes without saying that the twin parallel moles on your shoulder are indeed real. It is not just her treacherous eyes playing awful tricks on her.

With both of the additions gone, and that one little detail, you and her darling girl become the same person.

The same soul in the same body. Only different lives during different times.

In this life, they have merely crossed paths, and the endless circle has already begun. You are not only hurt as a consequence of helping Alcina and her daughter escape, but injured further by her very own hands.

She feels a sharp stab deep within her chest.

Her darling girl is as selfless as she has remembered her to be.

Kind faced and gentle souled.

With tender hands and a heart of gold.

There is a sudden profound wave of nostalgia that sweeps over her, all-consuming — a beautiful voice that sweetly calls her name, feather-soft fingers that tentatively explore her body, nauseatingly velvety lips that touches her everywhere.

Warm, sunny days filled with stolen kisses and sugary smiles.

Chill and gloominess brought by rainy evenings and cold, winter nights, but they just cannot compare with the warmth and brightness that is you, her sweet girl.

In this bitter, foredoomed tale, Alcina’s grieving heart takes refuge in those little delectable bits that the two of you have so lovingly crafted together.

Because, what awaits them in the end is blood.

So much blood. Every. Single. Time.

And here you are. They have not even begun, and yet, your exquisite frame is already battered and bruised.

Alcina cradles you close against her chest. It is as delightful as it is excruciating to have you in her arms once again. Her bright, shining light, oh how she has missed you!

There is nowhere in this world where she would rather see you than in her arms. Here is where you belong.

Oh but she knows it to be false. She knows it all too well in fact.

To her tremendous relief, you are only unconscious. She has gotten you out of the chains, and enchanted you so that you will be able to breathe underwater. She has also taken the liberty of reading your mind for some much needed informations.

Then, in her human form, Alcina carries you to the cottage you are currently staying at, which is not very far from the ocean.

Tentative fingers glide across your face, as if one real touch from her would turn you to dust. She traces the outline of your every delicate feature that is eternally engraved in her very heart.

One wave of her hand makes the wounds and cuts on your body vanish.

The tears and stains in your shirt repairs themselves, leaving no traces of having ever been ruined, or for that matter, sullied with your own blood.

“It is only wishful thinking but I do want you to know somewhere in here-” A hand rests on your chest, your heartbeat a soft, serene thump beneath her palm. “-that I love you so much....an echo of the past mayhap. But, it is because I love you, my darling, that I have to do this.”

Lips meet your temple, devastatingly tender, and a thumb caresses your cheek, the gesture painfully gentle in contrast to the rough, calloused texture of her skin.

She speaks your name oh so softly with an ache in her heart, a quaver in her voice.

“Unless I cease to exist, there will never be a moment in my life where I stop loving you. Sleep well, precious girl,” A lonesome tear falls. “ …and forget everything about today, about me.”

There is a tale among bards that is notably famous far and wide. Their poems tell us of a human girl who has captured the attention of a creature of the ocean, and in turn befriended her.

With voices so jovial, bards would sing of their beautiful beginning: two entirely different souls that, little by little, find love in each other.

However, the ocean is not always calm, nor is the weather perpetually pleasant.

The creature is a taker, and the girl, a giver.

Kindness, warmth, tenderness: staggering affections and delicate sensations the creature has never experienced before, the human shows her for the very first time.

Kind eyed and gentle souled, her human promises her everything. She gives, and gives and gives until she can give no more because for her darling creature, she has given up her life.

In every life, one way or another, the human chances upon the immortal creature.

But, no matter the time and place, she is destined to an untimely death.

Her fate can be prevented....if, and only if, the two of them never fall in love.

For the creature, the human is her past, present and future. She is her entire life.

Although the human has no recollections of her past lives, the soul knows. It feels.

Without warning, without limitation, each time she beholds the peculiar, magnificent creature, she falls for her all over again.

There is no happy ending to their story. Tragedy is bound to strike.

With voices woefully melancholic, the bards croon of the creature’s enchanted kiss bestowed upon the human.

The creatures of the ocean are magical beings. Such a kiss from them is said to erase one’s memories. One will remember not a trace of ever encountering them.

There would always be a day in the human girl’s life where she would feel particularly empty inside, as if the most vital piece of herself has gone missing — a hollow shell.

Waking up with wet cheeks, and an aching heart, she would always find, held tightly in her hand, a lone curious pearl.

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It’s either my beloved sacrificing herself to save me, or I sacrificing our love to save her.

I have learnt after all this time that watching my darling human have her own happily ever after, even in the arms of someone who is not me, is a less painful outcome than having to witness, yet another time, my sweet, precious girl perish in my very arms.

How many times do I have to hold her cold, unmoving body within these very arms that have promised her warmth and safety?

I will never be able to keep her safe within my arms. I have tried, and tried and tried only to fail miserably every time. Having no knowledge of me will promise her a much safer, happier life.

You, my dearest, will be able to live your life to the fullest as long as you are far away from me.

It is excruciating, yes. But sometimes, if you truly love someone, you have to release them.

Because what is love, if not the most exquisite form of suffering.

Through blurry vision, I gaze down at the shimmering pearl resting on the palm of my hand.

Behind its bony cage, the stupid organ throbs excruciatingly.

Fist collides with my chest.

Fingers dig into my flesh.

Anything....

Anything to numb this heartache.

Amidst all the jumbled thoughts and confused murmurs, the one word that leaves my mouth with intense clarity as teardrops wet my cheeks has been....

“Oh, Alcina.”

[cryptidvillage]

Thinking about how someone was talking about the various Sapphic imagery in House Dimitrescu and how they noted the many paintings of the same woman throughout the castle.....and how there were vases of violets placed at the paintings.........and talked about what if Lady D had a mortal lover and she died and she's honoring her memory oh the angst

[niceminipotato]

My hopelessly depressed self was listening to music. And you know how it goes? A sad song comes up and you’re singing your heart out and then an image gets conjured up in your head and you have to write it. This song I was listening to was In The Stars by Benson Boone.

Now I will warn you it is sad girl hours and that means angstiness galore. Who knows if the hurt will have comfort by the end of this.

Between the Heavens and the Embers

You had lost them all. One by one they fell. One by one they had been taken. They were gone and you were alone. A single man had done it. All in the span of a mere evening your whole family had crumbled to dust.

******

The day had started as any other. Giggles and cackles echoing through the halls of the castle. The girls, your daughters rather, had been up so early. Winter had been keeping them inside for so long that they were bursting with energy.

You had woken beside her, your lady. The only woman you had ever loved without regard to anyone or anything else. She hardly ever slept but she still enjoyed laying beside you and smiled brightly when your eyes met hers as you woke. The bed you shared was one of the only places where a smile as open as that would make an appearance. She had an image to maintain and you were selfish so you enjoyed that it was only you and your daughters she smiled like that to. While to the outside world she was Countess Dimitrescu a revered Lord of the village to you she was simply Alcina, your love.

The phone had rang that morning and you had whined as she stood to talk to the demanding priestess you so hated. You never understood why your lady revered her as she did but that was a subject you’d learned not to interfere with early on.

You had hoped for a day spent together. You had been talking about it for days. But one look at your lady and you knew plans had gone out the window. She had been up as soon as she hung up hurrying to get ready for the day.

With a sigh you went to help. You weren’t a maid anymore and yet you still loved to help her. A momentary kiss was shared before she gave you an apologetic look. You had shrugged it off, letting her carry on with her duties, but you wished you hadn’t.

******

You wished you had begged her to stay. You wished you hadn’t had to get out of the bed. Wished you could have told your daughters it was a family day. That, as you had planned, you’d spent it together, playing board games, reading, painting, or just talking.

You wished. You wished so much you had done things differently.

You wished you had found him first. Wished you had continued your patrol down in the dungeons. If you had you would’ve prevented your eldest daughter’s death. It would’ve been so simple to lead the man astray. Bela would still be alive had you been there. But no. You had been in the library putting books away. And now all that was left was her sickle laying haphazardly beside a crystallized figure.

You also wished you had insisted on Cassandra teaching you more self defense. Had you done so you and your middle child would have been in opera hall. Training and making an absolute fool of yourself as your other two daughters watched and laughed. But you hadn’t insisted. You had let her go to the armory to sharpen her weapons when everyone knew they had sharpened more than enough. And so another sickle and crystallized figure were all you had left.

And then you wished you had gone to bake cakes with them as Daniela had suggested. But you wanted to do something more strenuous because like them you had so much pent up energy. If you had though, all four of you would’ve been enjoying a cake now all covered in flour while your lady attempted to scold you all for the mess failing miserably and giving into your sheepish grins. But you didn’t do that. Instead you had sunk to your knees and let out a soul rattling sob as you found that your youngest daughter was also gone. Like her sisters leaving only her sickle and a crystallized figure.

Heavens, you wished. You wished you had done so many things differently. How were you going to continue now that they were gone?

You had never felt as broken as you were before. Never felt the air in your lung become painful. Never felt as empty as you did. You wished… but what use was wishing?

******

You didn’t know how long you had been at the library clutching the crystallized figures your daughters left behind. No staff came to you as they had been told to hide. Your lady was no where to be found. That is until the castle shook and a screeching roar rebounded the halls which were usually filled with your daughters’ voices.

You knew who was shaking the castle even if you didn’t know how. You knew it was her the one roaring outside. And in the same line you knew you had to get to her.

Carefully running down the halls with your daughters’ figures you headed for the sound of your lady. You had no idea what to expect at all but what you saw as you made it to one of the large windows wasn’t a dragon.

You knew it was her. Knew the dragon fiercely defending the castle was the woman you loved with your whole being. Any other person might’ve feared her, especially in that state, but not you. No, despite the pain and sorrow you were feeling you couldn’t help but admire her in all her glory. She looked majestic and you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

But then you heard it. You heard the quick succession of gunshots paired up with loud explosions. And your hard sank as the screeches and roars devolved into wails of pain. What you could do to stop it you didn’t know but you ran for her.

Heading for the great tower of the castle you ran as fast as your weak human legs would allow. You ran and ran and ran ignoring the strain in your arms as you carried your daughters’ figures. You ran, your heart clamoring against your ribs, panting like a rabid animal. You ran as more screeching roars mixed in with pained wails. You ran up the steps as fast as you could, the air growing thin. You ran while more shots echoed above you and the tower rattled. You ran while tears streamed down your cheeks. You ran desperate and afraid and then everything stopped.

A loud boom made the ground shudder while the tower shook sending bits of loose rock to the floor. Letting out a shuddering breath you looked out the window and a horrified scream ripped itself free from your throat.

You could see her through the hole over the old chapel’s roof. Could see all of her majestic being laying prone and immobile. A high pitch whistling noise filled your ears and you were off again.

Running desperately you tripped over your feet and landed painfully against the wall with you shoulder to ensure you daughters were ok. You glanced down noting they were and continued on your trek.

It didn’t take long to reach her but it still felt as though hours had gone by. The chill from the outside air bitting at your wet cheeks pulled a shiver from you. You could see Alcina’s huge form crystallizing and ran for her.

Gently placing your daughters down you tried to touch Alcina’s dragon form but it began to crumble away at your touch. You tried hopelessly to put the crumbled bits back but it only made things worse.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know how to fix it. You knew you were screaming and yet you could hear nothing. All you could do was watch as the other form of the woman you loved crumbled to dust. The chilled breeze carrying her remnants until the only thing left was her pearl necklace and a crystallized figure.

Shakily you reached for it, for her, and brought her closer. Hugging the hardened crystal you sobbed unable to understand why. You brought your daughters’ figures closer, hugging as much of them as you could while also holding onto your love and sobbed harder.

You couldn’t breathe. There was no air. It felt as though it had been torn away from you. Just like they had taken the best of your heart and left the rest in pieces.

They had been worried about your mortality and yet here you were alone between bleak heavens and the embers your family had left behind. What were you to do now? You were alone so what now?

“… we have to go.” Someone had been shaking you but you had only shrugged them away. “They’re going to kill us if we stay. We have to go, girl.”

It was Maria, the head maid, the one shaking you to try and get you to stand.

“DON’T. TOUCH. ME.” Your voice sounded foreign, garbled, but you didn’t care.

“I won’t let you die too.” Maria pulled you off of them with a force you hadn’t expected from the old woman. “Let’s go.”

“NO!”

“Let go. They are dead, girl. You have to let them go. We need to go.” She pulled you away while you kicked and screamed.

“Let me go!” You yelled. “I want to stay with them. Let me go now! Please! Don’t take me away. Don’t!” You pleaded in between sobs. “You can’t. Please. Please!”

You tried fruitlessly to make her let go but you were growing weaker and weaker. Sobs wracked your whole body as you drew farther away from the crystallized figures your family left behind. You were breaking further with every step.

All you wanted was to go back to the morning. You wanted to go back to when you were in bed waking to your daughters giggles in the halls and Alcina’s smiling face. You didn’t want some figures you wanted them back.

This couldn’t be. This reality couldn’t be. You wanted your family back.

“Alcina! Please, come back. Please!” You begged. “Come on, Bela. Please Cass! Dani, my pretty little bug. Please wake up. Wake. Up!” You tried but there was nothing. No movement but the billowing snow. “Please! Alcina. Please, you can’t leave me behind. You can’t. Alcina please!”

“Girl, hush now. It’s ok.”

Maria’s muffled voice echoed in between your cries but you ignored it. You kept struggling against her and yelling for your family to come back. They just couldn’t leave you like this.

“Please, Alcina. Please.”

“Hush, girl.”

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“Alcina.”

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“Hush draga.”

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“Alcina, please.” You whimpered.

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“Please wake up, draga mea. Please.”

That voice. You looked at the crystalized figures still huddled together on the floor. But you could hear a voice. That was her voice. Wasn’t it?

“Alcina.”

~~

“Inimioara mea, please wake up. Wake up!”

You felt as though your feet left the ground, and suddenly your world tilted. The arm around your waist was bigger, stronger. The white light coming in from the hole on the roof became a dancing yellowish one. It was no longer cold but warm. And the crystallized figure that stood taller than the other three was gone replaced by glowing golden eyes under brows scrunched with worry. 

You let out a whimper, feeling your raw throat protest. “Alcina?” You called watching her release a breath.

“I’m here, draga.”

“You’re real?”

“I’m real.” She nodded and brushed away some of her tears.

You shuddered at her touch before reaching for her and bringing her closer. Alcina wrapped you in her arms allowing you to soak in her warmth. You let out a soft sob as the images from the nightmare flooded your head.

“Breathe, my little love. I’m here.”

“H-he… he…”

“He is dead. He is gone and we are safe. Remember? It was you who killed him. He is gone.” Alcina rubbed gentle circles on your back as she continued. “Our girls are safe. Miranda and Ethan are dead and we all survived. We are safe.”

“Don-don’t leave me alone. Please. Don’t leave me.”

“I will never leave you. Ever.” Alcina replied assuredly. “You are mine and I am yours.”

“And we’re alright.”

“And we are all right, scumpul meu.”

You let her words wash over you as you clung to her hiccuping your slight whimpers. She continued to whisper comforting words as you calmed, allowing the remnants of the nightmare drift away.

Gradually you calmed the hiccuping sobs and whimpers dissolving into light sniffles. Through it all Alcina held you and whispered her affirming words and sweet little nothings.

“I’m s-sorry.” You whispered.

Alcina pulled away so she could loodk at you. “Never apologize for something like this. You have no control over it and it is not your fault. Do you understand?”

You nodded and your lip quivered but you managed to suppress your sob. She pulled you back to her chest letting you tuck yourself under her chin while you listened to the beat of her steady heart.

“Draga?”

“Hmm?”

“Our girls heard you. May they come in?”

You pulled away from her nodding vigorously. Alcina smiled that lovely smile of hers you loved and hated to share before calling out to the girls.

“Bugs. You may come in.”

In an instant three distinct swarms flitted under the close doors before your daughters stood watching you with worried eyes. You shuddered a breath feeling new tears prickle your eyes and smiled.

Daniela swarmed to you the moment you extended your hand out to her materializing into her human form on the bed beside you. She tucked herself under your chin and held you tightly. Cassandra bit her lip before situating herself on your other side between you and Alcina. Last was Bela who took a spot on Alcina’s other side. All three purred to try and comfort you while also seeking the comfort you and Alcina gave them.

“Momma, are you ok?” Cassandra asked you quietly.

“I’m ok.”

Daniela lifted her head and looked at you with teary eyes while anger swirled in her glowing pools of gold. “I hate that manthing. He makes you cry. He’s hurting you and I can’t cut him. I can’t kill him. I can’t give him what he deserves.”

“He is already gone, sweet bug.” Alcina said reaching out to scratch the shaved side of her head.

“The nightmares will go away, little fly.” You added and kissed her forehead.

“He’s gone. The nightmares will go away. And we’ll be here with Mother and Momma. Everything will be fine Dani.” Bela said from under Alcina’s chin.

“I love all of you. You know that, right?”

The nods and I love yous that followed filled your heart with a warm and soothing feeling. The three settled, the purring making you smile. It didn’t take long for the three girls to fall into a deep slumber while you and Alcina watched them.

“Draga?”

“My lady?”

Alcina smirked at you and shook her head, “are you feeling better?”

“It… it felt so real. But now. This,” you said looking down at your daughters and then back at her, “I know this is the real thing.”

“Good.” Alcina kissed your forehead as best she could with two girls clinging to her. “Oh and before I forget. Scumpul inimioara mea, I love you.”

Leaning as close as you possibly could to her you finally allowed your eyes to flutter close. Daniela and Cassandra laid heavily on you but you didn’t mind. Bela had somehow managed to reach a hand over to you around her mother just because she wanted you to feel her. Alcina herself had rested her cheek above your head too. They were there.

The buzzing forms of your daughters completely relaxed and happily sleeping with you. The woman you loved more than anyone and anything in the world was there. No one was gone. Your family was there. They hadn’t been taken. You needn’t wish because you had saved them back then.

The dormant cadou you’d had, woke the moment you’d heard Bela scream. Your human nature was gone and a new mutated being had been born. You had protected your family. All of them. You were the reason they were still here with you. You didn’t have to hold on to something dead and gone because they weren’t. They weren’t dead they were here with you. You didn’t have to say goodbye because they’d be there forever. It wouldn’t hurt and the best of your heart was still with them but it was fine because so were they.

A.N. Guess no angsty end 🥹 you’re welcome 😇 but then who knows maybe this sucked. Again I apologize for the sad girl hours lol