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An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem! Maid Reader

TW: Blood, Violence, Anger, Mention of Eating Disorders, Angst

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The imposing doors of Dimitrescu Castle creaked open, heralding the return of Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. As the tall, elegant figure made her way through the grand foyer, the echo of her footsteps reverberated through the vast halls. The atmosphere seemed charged with an unspoken tension.

Y/N, the head maid of the Dimitrescu household, stood in the dimly lit corridor, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns on her apron. She had spent the entire day managing the affairs of the castle, all while pondering the peculiar absence of Lady Dimitrescu's usual morning presence.

When Alcina swept into the dining room, her daughters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, were already seated. Y/N approached them, her eyes searching for an explanation. "Where is Lady Dimitrescu?" she inquired, her tone respectful yet tinged with concern.

Bela, the eldest of the three daughters, looked up, her gaze meeting Y/N's. "Mother left for a meeting with Mother Miranda before dawn," she replied, her words carrying an air of indifference.

Y/N's brow furrowed in confusion. Alcina had never left without informing her, especially for matters concerning Mother Miranda. It left a subtle ache in her chest, a silent question lingering in her mind.

Throughout the day, Y/N carried out her duties, the silence of the castle amplifying her contemplations. Her mind replayed the moments leading up to Alcina's departure, searching for a reason, an explanation that remained elusive.

As dusk settled over the castle, the heavy wooden doors groaned once again, signaling Lady Dimitrescu's return. The air seemed to thicken with an unspoken tension as Y/N caught a glimpse of the anger etched on Alcina's face.

The tall woman's steps were sharper, more forceful than usual, as if carrying the weight of unresolved frustration. Y/N, ever attentive, approached with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "My Lady, is there anything you require?" she inquired, her voice steady.

Alcina's eyes, stormy and unforgiving, met Y/N's. "You should have known better than to let things fall into disarray in my absence," she reprimanded, her tone cutting through the air.

"I assure you, Lady Dimitrescu, everything has been overseen meticulously today," Y/N responded calmly, her gaze meeting Alcina's unwaveringly. The tension in the room seemed to escalate with each passing moment.

A scowl etched itself deeper into Alcina's face, her anger palpable. "Do not presume to speak back to me, maid," she hissed, the words dripping with disdain. Y/N, however, stood her ground, her patience waning.

"Forgive me, my Lady, but I won't stand idly by while unfounded accusations are thrown my way," Y/N retorted, her voice steady, yet an undertone of frustration lingered.

Alcina's eyes flashed with an intensity that bordered on fury. "You dare to challenge me?" she exclaimed, the sharpness of her tone cutting through the air.

Y/N's irritation reached its peak, and she snapped, "I only speak the truth, Lady Dimitrescu. If there's an issue, let it be known so I can address it."

The confrontation escalated, each word exchanged adding fuel to the growing inferno. Alcina's daughters, drawn by the rising commotion, entered the main hall with concerned expressions, their eyes shifting between their mother and the head maid.

Bela spoke up, "Mother, what's happening?"

Cassandra added, "Why are you arguing with Y/N?"

Before Alcina could respond, Y/N, fueled by a mix of frustration and confusion, uttered something that struck a nerve. Alcina's eyes flared with a dangerous intensity, and in a moment of unbridled rage, she unsheathed her claws.

The metallic sound echoed through the hall as Alcina swiped at Y/N, leaving a searing trail of pain across her face. Y/N stumbled backward, a scream escaping her lips as she clutched her injured face.

The daughters rushed to Y/N's side, their expressions a blend of shock and concern. Alcina, her claws still unsheathed, stood there, stunned by the gravity of her actions.

"What have I done?" Alcina whispered, the realization of her hasty actions sinking in. The once imposing figure now seemed vulnerable, and regret flickered in her eyes as she looked at the consequences of her unchecked anger.

Bela, her expression marked by concern, handed Y/N a cloth to stem the bleeding, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sympathy and disapproval. Cassandra and Daniela exchanged disapproving glances with each other and then turned their attention to helping Y/N to her feet.

"Let's get you to your room," Cassandra suggested, her tone filled with empathy.

Y/N, still processing the shock of the incident, shook her head. "No, not our shared room. I want to go back to my old room."

The sisters exchanged a glance, a hint of worry flickering in their eyes, but they respected Y/N's wish. Together, they guided her through the dimly lit corridors to the room she once occupied before her relationship with Alcina.

Once inside, Bela took charge, helping Y/N clean the wound with a gentle touch. Y/N remained silent, her mind overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events.

Bela, breaking the heavy silence, spoke softly, "It's going to be okay, Y/N. We'll talk to Mother about this. This is unacceptable."

Cassandra nodded in agreement. "She can't treat you like this. You deserve better."

Y/N, still in shock, whispered, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have pushed her."

The sisters exchanged glances, their worry deepening. Daniela spoke up, "Y/N, this isn't your fault. No one should be treated like this, especially not by their partner."

Bela added, "You're Alcina's girlfriend, and she shouldn't have reacted that way. We'll make her understand."

After ensuring that Y/N was settled in her old room, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela left her to rest and made their way to their mother's quarters. The atmosphere within the castle was thick with tension, and the sisters were determined to address the issue at its source.

As they entered Lady Dimitrescu's room, they were met with a sight that caught them off guard. Alcina Dimitrescu, the formidable mistress of the castle, sat on the edge of her bed, her usually composed demeanor shattered. Tear stains marked her face, revealing a vulnerability the daughters rarely witnessed.

Alcina looked up, surprise and concern crossing her features. "What happened? Why are you all so upset?" she inquired, her voice strained.

Bela, her frustration evident, spoke up first. "Mother, we need to talk about what you did to Y/N."

Cassandra added with a stern tone, "She's hurt, and it's because of you."

Daniela, her expression mirroring her sisters', continued, "Bela managed to stop the bleeding, but we won't know the full extent of the damage until it heals. Mother, this is not acceptable."

Alcina's eyes widened, a mix of guilt and realization settling in. "Y/N? What did I...?" Her voice trailed off as the weight of her actions sank in.

Bela crossed her arms, her anger evident. "You attacked her, Mother. With your claws."

Cassandra's gaze remained unyielding. "She doesn't deserve to be treated that way. No one does."

Daniela, her voice stern, concluded, "We're furious, Mother. This isn't how you should handle things."

Alcina, realizing the gravity of her actions, lowered her gaze. "I didn't mean to... I was angry, and I lost control."

Bela's tone remained firm. "That's not an excuse, Mother. You need to fix this."

As the hours passed, Alcina, wrestling with the weight of her actions, mustered the courage to approach Y/N's old room. The grand halls of Dimitrescu Castle felt eerily silent as she reached the door and tentatively knocked.

A hushed, broken voice emanated from within, "I don't want to talk right now, Alcina. Please, just give me some time."

Alcina's heart sank at the sound of Y/N's quiet plea. The usually strong and composed head maid now sounded fragile and wounded. The reality of the situation hit Alcina with a force she hadn't anticipated. She respected Y/N's request, understanding that she needed the space to process the events that had unfolded.

"I understand," Alcina responded, her own voice carrying a mix of regret and sorrow. The door remained closed, a physical barrier reflective of the emotional distance that had suddenly grown between them.

The Lady of Dimitrescu Castle, with a heavy heart, turned away from the door, leaving the corridor shrouded in a somber atmosphere. Her usually confident strides now carried a hint of hesitance as she retreated, realizing the depth of the damage she had caused to the bond with the person she held dear.

As Alcina disappeared down the corridor, the echoes of her footsteps mirrored the echoes of the shattered trust between her and Y/N. The castle, once a symbol of grandeur and strength, now harbored the lingering traces of a fractured relationship, awaiting the healing touch of time and understanding.

A few weeks passed, each day stretching into a monotonous routine of solitude for Y/N. The door to her room had remained closed, a silent barrier against the outside world. One day, a soft knock echoed through the chamber, drawing her attention.

Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela stood on the other side, expressions carrying a mix of concern and determination. "Y/N, we have someone here to take a look at your injury," Bela informed, her voice gentle yet resolute.

Y/N hesitated, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I don't want to see Alcina," she replied, her voice a whisper.

Cassandra assured her, "It's not her. Please, just let them in."

Reluctantly, Y/N opened the door, allowing the sisters and an unexpected guest to enter—Mother Miranda. Y/N's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and anger, her resentment towards the woman whose meeting had set off this chain of events palpable.

Miranda, her demeanor composed, spoke with a calm authority, "I've come to check on your injury, Y/N. May I?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. Miranda approached, examining the scar that marred Y/N's face. The questions she posed were gentle, yet Y/N's anger simmered beneath the surface.

As the examination progressed, Miranda's expression shifted subtly, revealing a somber realization. "The injury has started to scar over, but I'm afraid the vision in your right eye has been lost," she disclosed, her words hanging heavily in the air.

The weight of the news struck Y/N, and tears welled up in her eyes. The daughters exchanged glances, a mixture of empathy and frustration etched across their faces.

Once the examination concluded, Miranda and the daughters left the room, leaving Y/N alone with her emotions. As the door closed behind them, the dam of suppressed anger and sorrow burst, and Y/N cried out in frustration, mourning not just the physical loss but the irrevocable changes that had befallen her life.

In the dimly lit room, Y/N grappled with the harsh reality of her lost vision. Frustration and sorrow built up inside her until it erupted in a storm of emotion. Objects flew across the room, crashing against the walls, and anguished screams echoed through the castle halls.

On the first floor, the sounds reached Alcina's ears, her sharp senses detecting the turmoil unfolding above. Concern etched her features as she turned to her daughters. "What's happening? What's going on up there?"

Bela exchanged a worried glance with her sisters before reluctantly responding, "It's Y/N. She just found out about her eye."

Alcina's eyes widened in realization, the weight of guilt settling in her chest. "I need to go to her," she declared, her urgency evident.

Cassandra placed a hand on Alcina's arm, holding her back. "No, Mother. She needs time. Let her be."

Alcina's eyes flickered with a mixture of anguish and determination. "I can't just stand here. I need to be with her."

Daniela added, "Give her space, Mother. We'll be here for her when she's ready."

The distant sounds of Y/N's anguish continued, a heartbreaking symphony that resonated through the castle. Alcina, torn between the instinct to comfort and the understanding that she needed to respect Y/N's space, reluctantly acquiesced. She lingered on the first floor, her gaze fixed on the staircase leading to the source of the tumult, a silent prayer echoing in her heart for the strength to mend what had been broken.

As the weeks crawled by, Y/N remained ensconced in the solitude of her room, an unyielding barrier separating her from the world outside. The sisters, growing increasingly concerned, approached their mother with their worries.

"Mother, Y/N hasn't been herself. She refuses to eat, talk, or see anyone," Bela expressed, her concern etched across her face.

Alcina's brow furrowed with worry. "Have you tried talking to her? Maybe she needs someone to reach out."

"We've tried, Mother, but she won't let anyone in," Cassandra added.

Determined to break through the walls Y/N had erected, Alcina nodded. "I'll talk to her. Give me some time alone with her."

The next day, Y/N cautiously returned to her duties, attempting to immerse herself in work while steering clear of Alcina and her daughters. The whispers of the other maids reached her ears, their gossip fueled by the visible scar on her face. It was a constant reminder of the events that had unfolded.

One day, as she went about her tasks, a particularly cruel maid approached, taunting her about the scar. Y/N, already on edge, couldn't suppress her irritation and retorted. Before the situation could escalate, Alcina materialized, her presence commanding attention.

"What is going on here?" Alcina's voice cut through the tension, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the scene.

The maid, caught off guard, stammered, "I was just... having a little fun, Lady Dimitrescu."

Alcina's gaze shifted to Y/N, awaiting an explanation. Y/N, though visibly distressed, spoke up, "She was making comments about the scar on my face. I couldn't just stand there."

Alcina's expression hardened, a protective glint in her eyes. "Such behavior is unacceptable. Leave us, now."

The maid scurried away, and Alcina turned her attention to Y/N, her demeanor softening. "Come with me. We need to talk."

Alcina led Y/N to her private chamber, the heavy door closing behind them, creating a cocoon of relative privacy. The room, adorned with opulent furnishings, felt both familiar and distant as they settled into an uneasy silence.

Alcina, her concern palpable, observed Y/N closely. The once vibrant head maid appeared frail, her features worn and her form diminished. Finally, breaking the silence, Alcina spoke gently, "Y/N, you've changed. You're not taking care of yourself. What happened?"

Y/N, still shrouded in her own turmoil, remained silent, her eyes fixed on a distant point. Alcina, persistent, continued, "You've lost so much weight, and your health has taken a toll. Please, talk to me."

The words hung in the air for a moment before Y/N's composure crumbled. She broke into sobs, the weight of her emotions pouring out in a torrent. Alcina, her stern exterior softening, moved closer and wrapped her arms around Y/N, offering a comforting embrace.

Y/N, between gasps for air, managed to utter, "Everything is falling apart, Alcina. I can't... I can't see, and everyone treats me differently. I feel so lost."

Alcina tightened her hold, offering a steadying presence. "You're not alone, Y/N. I'm here for you. We'll get through this together. Please, tell me what happened."

As Y/N poured out her heart, detailing the loneliness, despair, and the weight of her physical and emotional pain over the past weeks, Alcina listened with an understanding gaze. Her touch remained a steady anchor, a reassurance that Y/N wasn't alone in the darkness that had consumed her.

"It's okay to feel this way, Y/N," Alcina murmured, validating the tumult of emotions Y/N had laid bare. "You've been through so much, and it's perfectly normal to feel overwhelmed."

As Y/N's sobs gradually subsided, exhaustion claimed her, and she felt herself drifting into a fatigue-laden slumber. She hesitated, apologizing as she began to withdraw from Alcina's embrace, intending to retreat to her own solitude.

Alcina, however, gently tightened her hold. "Don't apologize, Y/N. You can stay if you want, and you don't need to be alone tonight."

Y/N, both surprised and grateful, managed a weak smile. "I don't want to impose."

"You're not imposing, Y/N," Alcina reassured her. "This is your room too."

Y/N, looking up at Alcina with a hint of shock, asked a question that had been haunting her thoughts. "Do you still want me to be your girlfriend, even though I'm... hideous now?"

Alcina tilted Y/N's chin, meeting her eyes with a tender gaze. "Y/N, I didn't fall in love with you because of your looks. I fell in love with your caring and empathetic personality, the way you get along with my daughters, your confidence, and perseverance. You're still the gorgeous woman I fell in love with, changes and all."

In the soft glow of understanding, Y/N felt a weight lifted from her shoulders. It was a pivotal moment, a testament to the resilience of their connection.

As Y/N let out a weary sigh, Alcina's gaze softened. "You need to take care of yourself, Y/N. I want to help you, starting with your eating. We can take it at your pace, no pressure."

Y/N hesitated, her eyes reflecting both gratitude and trepidation. "I... I don't want to be a burden."

"You're not a burden, Y/N," Alcina affirmed, her voice gentle but firm. "We're in this together. I'll support you every step of the way, at your pace. You're not alone anymore."

Gently, Alcina lifted Y/N and guided her to the bed, ensuring she was comfortable. She left momentarily to prepare for bed, the room bathed in the soft glow of the evening. When she returned, Y/N had shifted, her eyes heavy with fatigue.

Y/N moved closer to Alcina, who welcomed her with open arms. Alcina, with a tender touch, pulled Y/N close, wrapping her arms protectively around her. Y/N, feeling the warmth of Alcina's embrace, couldn't help but apologize.

"I'm sorry, Alcina. I shouldn't have pushed you that day after the meeting," Y/N whispered, a trace of regret in her voice.

Alcina, with a gentle touch, guided Y/N's face to meet her gaze. "Draga mea, you have nothing to apologize for. None of this is your fault. It was my mistake, and I should have never let it escalate to that point."

The room was enveloped in a serene quiet as Alcina, their faces mere inches apart, made a promise that hung in the air like a vow. "It will never happen again, draga mea."

In that moment of shared vulnerability and understanding, Alcina's eyes flickered to Y/N's lips. As anticipation lingered, Alcina leaned in, closing the distance between them, and pressed a soft, tender kiss upon Y/N's lips. Y/N responded, reciprocating the kiss with a warmth that bridged the gap of the painful past, her fingers gently lacing into Alcina's raven-colored curls.

The kiss lingered in the air for a timeless moment, a delicate exchange that spoke of forgiveness and a shared commitment to moving beyond the shadows of the past. As they broke the kiss, their foreheads met, a shared sanctuary of quiet understanding and the weight of unspoken emotions.

Alcina's eyes, still locked onto Y/N's, reflected a blend of sincerity and tenderness. The promise lingered in the air, a silent vow that carried the weight of redemption and the hope for a different future. The room seemed to hold its breath, cocooned in the aftermath of the shared connection.

Softly, Alcina pressed a gentle kiss on Y/N's forehead, a symbol of reassurance and protection. Y/N, touched by the tender gesture, rested her head in the crook of Alcina's neck. In this intimate closeness, Y/N breathed in the scents that defined Alcina — the rich undertones of wine, the lingering fragrance of her perfume, and the faint hint of cigarettes, a distinctive blend that was uniquely and unmistakably Alcina Dimitrescu.

The room, once a witness to turmoil, now became a haven for two souls seeking solace. Alcina's fingers traced gentle patterns on Y/N's back, a soothing touch that spoke volumes of unspoken understanding. The quietude was only broken by the occasional crackling of the fireplace, casting a warm, flickering glow that danced across the room.

In the silent exchange between them, words seemed redundant. The complexities of their shared history were reduced to the simplicity of this moment, where forgiveness, love, and the promise of a different tomorrow unfolded in the gentle interplay of their breaths.

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definitelynotbrucewayne · 1 year

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Encountering Ethan Winters (Lady Dimitrescu x FemReader) Angst

Warnings: Gun reference, major character death(s), big sad

Summary: The reader and Lady Dimitrescu are married and have been living a pleasantly domestic life for years. Takes place during the story, specifically, during the Castle Dimitrescu section. —

Alcina had been particularly frustrated lately. A strange man had been seen spotted in the village since Rose took residency here. He was a mere man, how could he cause Alcina such distress? You were sitting on the sofa in your and Alcina’s room when she entered. She looked burdened. “Is there something wrong?” You peered from your book to look at her. “Nothing, dragă.” She gave you a half-hearted smile and sat down beside you with poise. Her hand found its way to you as she ran it through your hair soothingly. “Do you remember that man sighted in the village?” You nodded in confirmation. “He’s found his way here. The girls have him chained to the ceiling in the guest room. I don’t know how to deal with him.” She exhaled in confliction. “He’s here? Isn’t that dangerous?” “We’ll be fine, my love.” She stood up and bent over to kiss your forehead before leaving the room. “I have to attend to our…. unwanted guest. I’ll return later, little one.” Hours later, she burst into the room. An infuriated aura encompassed her even more than before. “Alcina, what’s wrong?” You asked for the second time today. She was distraught and barely responding.

“Y/N,” she began, kneeling to your height. You can tell that it’s bad by her expression. “I’ve underestimated this threat… this man-thing. He’s…. defeated Bela.”

“Defeated? She’s dead?” You whispered as if it were a sin to be heard. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes. Bela was as much your daughter as a your wife’s.

“You can’t stay here; it’s not safe.” She spoke sharply. “I’ll call Donna and let her know that you’ll be staying there until I’m finished purging this scum from our sanctuary.”

“Just me? What are you going to do? You four—You three are just as unsafe as I am.”

“My love, my sweet, little dragă. Today, I’ve lost a daughter: I cannot lose you, too. Cassandra and Daniela have abilities to defend themselves with. You’re not weak, I’m well aware. But I need you to comply and stay safe.”

“You aren’t invincible, though. The dagger, I could take it with me and you’d have the upper hand.”

“Absolutely not. I’m not giving him a reason to go after you.” You nodded your head in understanding and began the walk to Donna and Angie’s house.

Satchel containing a small amount of personal items in hand, you traversed through the snow-covered courtyard. It was serene, but only temporarily. The engraved door leading to the opera hall caught your attention. You might as well head to the library and grab the novel you had planned to start today before your departure.

Entering the vast hall, you were greeted with the horrifying, exasperated wail of Daniela. A pang of fear and uncertainty spread from your heart, to your core, to your legs. He’s here.

You were frozen in your steps as the muted clink of his boots hit the carpeted stairs. Compared to the figures you’re used to seeing in your day-to-day life, he was minuscule. However, in comparison to your own stature, his height was dominating. He made silent eye-contact with you and all dignity eluded you as you cowered to the ground.

“Don’t hurt me, please!” You whimpered feebly. “What are you doing here? Who are you?” He asked, furrowing his brow. “You don’t look like one of them. Are you a captive?”

You remained silent. “My daughter was stolen by these monsters, too. I can help you escape if we work together.” He extended a hand to you, welcoming your cooperation. Still silent, you shook your head violently in rejection. “Fine, stay if you like. But you look like you need protection. I’ll take her down, trust me.”

“What? No, you can’t.” A jolt of courage sent you to grab his dominant arm. Before he could react, the pair of wooden doors opened abruptly behind you.

“You filthy rat!” Alcina exclaimed as she set eyes on the armed man. He quickly turned away from you and ran as she unsheathed her claws. When he had gained distance, he fired two shots from his handgun at her. It’s all for naught, but a firearm being shot at your wife still causes a feeling of perturbation in your stomach.

The man escaped her grasp and she redirected her attention to you. “Y/N,” She exhaled your name in relief, holding the skirt of her dress as she walks over to you. “Are you harmed? How dare that grotesque, filthy man-thing lay a finger on you! I’ll have his head if he even comes near you again.” She studied your features, kneeling to your height once again. Despite your apparent wellness, she was still searching for signs of injury on you.

“Alcina, I don’t want to look, but I think he got Daniela.”

“I know, dragă me, I know. Cassandra, as well.”

You couldn’t stand it. The despair was overwhelming. She held you in the center of the opera hall as you sobbed, your face buried against her neck. “I’ll take care of him, Y/N. I won’t let him get away with this. He can’t.” You had no response to her vow. “I love you.” She whispered.

“I love you too.”

She stood up and placed a warm kiss on your quivering lips before leaving. She left to finish him as he’d finished off your bloodline.

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