Alcina’s New Maid (Series)
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Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader
Surely, Alcina thought this through…surely
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Tell Her Pretty Little Lies
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WARNING MINORS DNI 18+: MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED fluff, angst, smut
Part 4
“Go on, Alcina! TELL HER YOUR PRETTY LITTLE LIES!” Melina shreiked, no one had the courage to scream at Alcina like this. No one. Miranda would raise her voice but not screech and shriek at her like this. “I’m doing what’s best for m- FOR HER. I’M DOING WHAT’S BEST FOR HER” Alcina screamed back, rising out of her office chair, her claws were just itching to come out and slice someone to ribbons. “You are the most, entitled, selfish, and horrible person I have EVER met” Alcina scoffed at Melina’s words, the countess could truly care less.
Y/n wasn’t important, she was a mere maiden and Alcina was a Countess. No amount of love could ever change that. Besides, Alcina didn’t love y/n anyway, Alcina had a job to do and surprisingly enough it included y/n. Miranda had given Alcina a job, ‘earning the girls trust, reveal to her of her royal origin, she marries you, I have an alliance, you kill her, I inherit a kingdom.’
“You are playing with this girls feelings, it’s best if she doesn’t know of her royal roots. What happens when the King of all people finds out his true daughter was given to a poor couple in the village who raised y/n as their own. Then, comes to this castle as a lowly maiden.” Melina explained, standing her ground, she had known for a long time about this extravagant plan. But, she had never approved of it. She thought that it was just disgusting how Alcina was willing to take advantage of y/n like that.
Melina couldn’t do anything without risking everything, she hated Miranda but tolerated Alcina. Though, she’d do anything for Y/n to be safe. She truly was split over the decision she had to make.
Alcina let out a low growl, her face bitter, she had always been that way ever since…Charlotte, her lover and Fiancée had gone missing.
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1976 | Dimitrescu Castle
Charlotte’s portrait had officially been hung on the grand wall of Alcina’s gallery. With a giddy smile, Alcina clapped her hands together and walked off to find her fiancée. “My love, you seem quite rather distraught today, what seems to be the matter, draga?” Alcina frowned a bit, her eyes filled with a little worry. “Nothing! I just haven’t eaten anything today! Yep, I- uhm- just feel a little lightheaded” Alcina tsked and order a maiden to have some tea and snacks up immediately, “I’ll go make sure the maidens make your tea properly, draga. I’ll be back. How about you go change, love?” Alcina smiled, leaving a small kiss on her lover’s forehead. Charlotte nodded, waiting till Alcina was gone, walking to the nearest phone Charlotte dialed her mother. “Everything is set, I’ll be gone by morning. Then I’ll steal what’s left and be on my way, she’ll never know it’s gone.”
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Melina had left still fuming, Alcina rolling her eyes, taking a long drag of her cigarette. Huffing as she stormed onto the balcony of her office, leaning on the carved stone rails, the cold night air hit her porcelain skin. There was glowing in the distance and the faint sounds of laughter coming from the village. Even the castle radiated a warmth as the cold winter approached. It seemed as though everyone was having the time of their pitiful lives.
While Alcina stared of into the distance stubborn about her decisions, yet, a small voice in the back of her head caused her to hesitate.
No, no, she had to follow through. She had to.
Alcina grunted, frustratedly yanking off her gloves and throwing them behind her, shoving the cigarette between her lips, taking another, deeper, drag from it. The countess embraced the night breeze, causing her thin night gown to flow behind her seeming like a mist.
A small creak came from behind Alcina, the matriarch’s body tensed, about to snap at whoever dared entering her study without knocking. After a few seconds she recognized the heartbeat, “Draga, what brings you to my study?” Alcina said with a half-hearted smile, clearly still tense, “I wanted…check on you” y/n sputtered out, her speech getting better by the day, the tall countess felt a flutter in her chest. She felt incredibly proud of y/n.
“Mă descurc bine, iubirea mea” (I’m doing fine, my love)
“Uhm…you…look pretty” The maiden smiled, her kindness was foreign to the taller woman. She hadn’t felt a feeling of love or appreciation in the past few decades, only from her daughters.
“Thank you, Draga Mea. Do me a favour…lock that door for me”
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I’m so sorry this chapter is so short, I’m trying to finish requests! I might have an irregular posting schedule (not that it was ever regular in the first place 😭)
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Late to the party, first time watching DD completely, not in bits and pieces.
Ya know, thinking about it, in TRT, you've added ANOTHER parallel to Fisk and Matt.
They both fall in love with women who enable them.
Vanessa reassures Fisk that he's doing the right thing, that he's not to blame for what happened as a kid.
Jane reassures Matt that he's doing the right thing, that he's not to blame for what happened as a kid.
They both calm the raging fury that's inside of them.
I'd love to see Venessa and Jane have a conversation, just one. Just to see their personalities bounce off of eachother. I have a feeling Jane would start to show her teeth and Venessa would start to show her second face by the end of it.
(Not fully caught up with trt)
YESSSSSSSS! And that's the thing, like - the parallels between Matt and Fisk have always been an amazing piece of writing for me in canon. They set it up so beautifully, weaving in all these layers where you see how similar they are, but also slightly different: their first drink with their father (Matt while stitching up his dad, Fisk trying to please his dad), their father's deaths, the rage, trying to 'fix' the city, etc. And so it felt right to show something similar with Matt and Jane versus Fisk and Vanessa who, spoiler alert: I also fucking love as a couple.
Both are arguably healthy (ish) relationships in their own way. Supportive, loving. Like you said, they encourage or enabling the other depending on the circumstance/where you're standing: you're doing the right thing. I believe in you even when no one else does. You can do this. You're not to blame for what happened then. They're kind to their partners. And neither of them are as innocent as Matt and Fisk initially think.
But much like Matt and Fisk, there are slight differences, showing the different ways the wheels can turn even in similar people, namely in the way Vanessa leans into that personal darkness, and Jane is, at least for now, trying to lean away from it. Because Vanessa's very comfortable, confident with strolling through that darkness, as is fitting for a villain power couple. Jane meanwhile is more like someone who's trying for the second time to cross a Decent Person wire above a darkened I Want To Murder Many People canyon but she slipped and is now hanging onto it upside down, holding onto that rope with her teeth, fingers, and toes all while Circumstance butters her fingers and Matt desperately uses his balancing pole to swat at Circumstance from the nearby wire Matt himself is barely walking labeled 'Violent Catholic Vigilante Issues'.
ANYWAY, I agree. I think Vanessa and Jane would have a lot to talk about, and the push and pull between them both would be really interesting! Because there's so much they agree on, and yet, there's just enough different that ooooh... that slow build in tension would be delicious. How long before the masks fell, and they both got a true sense of the other? Only time would tell.
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