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okay but like i'm browsing through new songs to listen to and i listened to conan gray's new song "yours" and the lyrics hit so hard so i was wondering if you can write a fic based off on that song if you're up for it?? thank u <333

𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ~ 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: Everyone makes falling in love seem as though it is the answer to the world's greatest problems, that it can overcome even the greatest of odds. And yet here you are with a love that burns you from the inside out, yet those honeyed eyes drag you further into their trap despite all else.

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader, with a very quick appearance from the daughters.

Warnings: Heavy angst! Unrequited feelings and canon-typical violence and death. Please tread carefully if you could be affected by these topics!

Author's Note: Finally I'm finishing this request. I'm so sorry for the anon who requested it, I swear I started it the day of, but life escaped me. But here it finally is! As someone who is a fan of Conan Gray, this was a pleasure to write. What's your favourite song from his new album? I would love to know~ Other than that, happy reading everyone!

There was an allure to things you knew you could never have. An inexplicable yearning for something that is so far out of reach, and yet your heart calls out for it all the same. It pulls you close and stretches you thin, a whisper of possibility just inches from your fingertips. And what more out of reach was a Countess? A Lord of a village who carried the ethereality and power of a divine being, who with a single step makes known her confidence and strength, yet still had the grace and fluidity of someone who was raised in nobility.

She was nothing like you, a mere mortal snatched away from their home as payment for the right to survive in the village, not live, survive. What a hefty price to pay in return for such a feeble thing, yet surviving was the first step to living, was it not? So your parents paid the price happily, clinging to the selfishness of protecting their own lives in return for their child’s. One child for a generation of protection from the horrors of their home, not accounting for famine and sickness that could kill them off otherwise; it was a small price indeed.

It hurt you to know your parents had given you up so easily, but it hurt you even more to know that this had always been your fate. The cost of being the eldest child in the Village of Shadows. Perhaps had you not been so sheltered would you have accepted your fate far earlier than the moment you were shoved into a carriage and off to the castle. Perhaps had you been a bit braver would you have crept away as their backs were turned the evening they told you that you were to be sent away, braving the monsters that roamed in the dark of night. But what was life if not without regrets? So on the eve of your 21st birthday you were hauled off with nothing more than the clothes on your back and a bitter taste lingering in your mouth.

You had heard the rumours of the Castle. It was impossible not to. The horrors and torment followed by trails of deep crimson blood, the cruelty of its Mistress and her daughters not unknown. The mere thought had you shivering in your seat that day. How many young women had you known that all one day disappeared one by one, never to be seen again? And here you were, next in line.

It was a beautiful castle, that you could admit as you first walked through the front doors. Ornate furnishings and richly coloured wood, it was something straight out of a fairytale. Well, if you could ignore the disconcerting stains splattered around the expensive carpets and the screams ringing deep in the depths of the household.

That admiration was short-lived however because not even a second later you had your first encounter with the Dimitrescu daughters. Manifesting out of nowhere your eyes widened in shock momentarily, but you knew better than to let it show. No fear, that was how you’ll survive. So you steeled your expression as they all examined the fresh batch of maids arriving at the castle, cackling as they probed and poked at each of them.

One of the daughters came up to you, the brunette one, and snickered before her sickle was pressed up to your neck. Your eyes widened for a moment before you could stop yourself and she snickered.

“Not so brave now, hm~?” she said with a smirk, eyes sparking with mischief. “Don’t think I know what your play is, little one.” She presses the sickle in more firmly and you can do nothing but hold your breath in fear that one would be your last.

Then, a firm voice rings out in the hall and it's like time stops.

“Enough, Cassandra,” the voice says, and the brunette pulls away. You gasp out a breath as you clutch your chest, eyes darting around like a cornered feral cat.

Then you hear the soft clack of heels on the tiled floor, and all at once nothing but white fills your vision. Large fingers grasp your chin and force your eyes up to meet ochre eyes, sugary gaze that was nothing more than a front for the darkness within.

But you were a fool, not blinking twice and taking her as she was because all at once she was your salvation. A beauty amongst beasts, yet she was the most terrifying one of them all. But you were a fool and didn’t see that at all, only a goddess who deemed you worthy enough of her presence.

Alcina Dimitrescu, Lady of the House and Lord to the Village you had all but left behind. You had caught her attention and life would never be the same.

It was never slow with Alcina Dimitrescu, even from the start she snatched you away in a flurry of saccharine words and well-timed affections because frankly, you were easy to play with. A child who acted as though they were okay, yet craved love and affection all the same deep down. Alcina Dimitrescu knew this, and you fell straight into her syrupy trap.

She took what she wanted without blinking twice, and you could only hope that you could feel the same satisfaction.

Blood, sex, anything she asked you would give, because that was what she expected. Anything less and you would be cast out, and as much as you loathe to admit it, you never wanted that. Because you found some sick satisfaction in pleasing her, you cared for her. Some fucked up form of love had manifested in you, but could you help it? When she acted just so, claiming you her favoured maid as you ignored the fact she brought in other maidens to her chambers all the same. Subtle affections that served enough for pets, not humans. But you ignored that, because even for a short while you held her attention and that was enough.

You gave and you gave as she greedily took it all, but still it was never enough. Because she would never be yours.

Oh, how your heart yearns for what it cannot have, what a cruel fate it was.

Your chest heaved as you greedily took in air, Alcina falling into place next to you on the bed.

“Sweet thing, you have pleased me much today,” she says as she pulls her robe back on and motions for you to do the same, so you did, always wanting to please her. Getting up from the bed you knelt to pick up the clothes haphazardly tossed on the floor and redress. It was always like this, sickly sweet words spoken as you fell back down from your high, and what a high that was. Then you were kicked out like an unloved puppy in the rain. If you had been smarter you would have realized she toyed with you as the chemicals in your brain made your head a blur. With each word she dragged you deeper into her trap, ensnaring you in inescapable vines.

If only, right? And yet you never did. No, you only smiled softly at her, heart beating wildly in your chest as false hope crept its way in. What could kill hope after all? Nothing in this world, or the universe for that matter. And so, as foolishly as a lone lamb in the dark words did you speak your next words.

“I love you, my lady,” you say softly, so soft that no one but her would hear because they had no right to. Hesitantly you meet her gaze and saw that they were widened in surprise before they returned back to her usual gaze like nothing had changed.

For a moment you thought your affections were returned as her lips crept up into a smile before it became too much. It was no soft smile, no, it was too wide to be anything but ominous, eyes gleaming wickedly.

“Awww, foolish thing,” she said with a cruel laugh. “As if someone as pathetic as you could be anything more than a pet I indulge in from time to time. You’re nothing. Replaceable. In fact, why don’t I show you how replaceable you are?”

Your eyes widened in fear as monstrous claws extended from her fingertips, dark as obsidian and wickedly sharp. Everything in your body told you to run, to scream, anything. But instead it was stuck frozen to your spot, as though the world had paused nothing but you.

Step by step she grew closer, dark grin only growing in size as her golden eyes you adored so much glinted devilishly.

“Oh~ Your fear is delightful, little one. Like a lamb eyeing the sharp blade at the slaughter.”

A dance with the devil, that’s what this was. The song was the rapid beat of your heart, the intermingled fear and love running through your veins. And what was a song without an end?

Fear was quickly replaced with sorrow as your eyes filled with tears, how cruel the string of your fate was, leading you to your demise by the one you loved most. You felt the moon looking down on you with pity, with the power to sway even the greatest of oceans she could not change this.

Perhaps in another life would this place be filled with warmth and tenderness, where the look in Alcina’s eyes was one of eternal love, where her heart beats only for you, where she could be yours. But all you knew was that it was not this one.

At least you would die by her hand, see her beautiful face, honeyed eyes, and crimson lips one last time before you succumbed to the void. A little bit of heaven before hell.

Grasping your chin roughly, she forces you to be surrounded by nothing but her. “What a lovely wine we’ll make out of you, darling,” she drawls sarcastically. “Ever so useful even at the very end.”

With a final step her hand swings down, but not before you could whisper your final words out to the universe, to her; “I love you.”

A/N: Hi, this was wild for me to write because I usually don't write angst lol. Although I am quite happy with how it turned out, so I hope you enjoyed reading! As always, I hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are my lovelies~

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