Lady Dimitrescu x Fem reader oneshots

Body.

(AUTHORS NOTE: HIHIHIHIHI IM SO SORRY UPDATES ARE SO SPACED OUT AAAAA. IM STARTING A NEW JOB TOMORROW SO UPDATES MIGHT BE EVEN LONGER BUT I MIGHR UPLOAD MULTIPLE CHAPTERS TONIGHT. ILY ALL 💋💋💋)

(Tw: Self harm,mentions of throwing up on purpose, body hate)

You hated everything about yourself.

Your stomach, your thighs, your face..

You tried so hard to love yourself but you just couldn't.

"You're so skinny! You need to eat!" They would say

"You should watch your weight" they would say a couple years later.

The depression has evolved into a point where getting to your duties at Castle Dimitrescu was a challenge.

Getting out of bed was a challenge itself.

Everyday you felt numb. So numb.

You looked at the dagger on your nightstand. The one your brother gave you before he passed. Lady Dimitrescu has allowed you to keep it, only because you told her it was very sentimental to you. She understood, but has made it clear that it does not leave your nightstand.

You reached out a shaky hand, grabbing the cold blade. You rolled up your night dress and stared at your belly. Covered in red cuts.

'I deserve this. This is punishment' you tell yourself, pressing the dagger onto your stomach. You slowly dragged the blade. The sensation felt cold and painful, but at least it's something among the numbness.

Your attention snapped to your door slowly creaking open. You jumped and quickly hid your dagger.

A single fly made its way into the room and sat on your soldier.

Then more.

And more.

Your heart was racing. You hoped whoever it was didn't catch you cutting yourself.

Daniela appeared from the crowd of flies and smelled the air, licking her lips. "I smell bloooooood!" She giggled, staring at you. You backed up into the corner of your bed, but forgetting that your knife, which was underneath you, is now visible to Daniela.

You froze in shock. Daniela's sadistic smile quickly dropped as she realized the scene before her. "O-oh.. " she stuttered, stepping away from the bed. She noticed the droplets of blood on your beige sheets before you did.

"N-no no no! Im sorry, Ms. Daniela. I'll take care of it imeadietly! I'm so sorry" you panicked, tears welling up in your eyes. Daniela disappeared into a hoard of flies and raced out of the room.

You threw your head into your hands and sobbed. You just wanted it to go away. You wanted a perfect body. You wanted to be happy.

Loud clacks sounded from the hall.

no.

NO.

Your heart was beating out of your chest and you jumped up from your bed. Quickly sliding underneath it. You were scared of what Lady Dimitrescu had in store for you.

Yet, why do you hide? Why do you still want to live? Why does your brain say yes to sleeping for eternity while your heart does not?

Your door flung open and your lady crouched down to step in.

"(Y/N), I know you're under there" she sighed, crossing her arms.

You slowly crawled out, shaking in fear.

She frowned at the site and sat on your bed. The bed heavily drooped under her weight.

"(Y/N), please come here." She asked, patting on the space beside her. You nodded your head and slowly made your way over.

"Daniela told me about what happened." She told you, looking at the dagger that was now in her hands. Your heart dropped. "I-im so sorry, my lady! I had an accident with the dagger a-and-". "No you did not" she interrupted.

She turned around a bit to look at you, however your head was tilted down. Tears ran down your cheeks.

She gently lifted a finger up to your chin. "Please look at me, sweetness" she cooed, growing more concerned.

You looked up to meet her gaze, sniffling a bit. "Will you tell me why you did that to yourself?" She asked gently.

You fiddled with your fingers. "I-i was trying to trim my hair. That's all. The knife fell-". "Trim your hair... with a dagger?" She cut you off again.

She looked genuinely hurt. "My dear maid, please don't lie to me" she asked, reaching out for your hand. You hesitantly took it.

"I... I don't like my body" you finally admitted, holding back more tears.

"Why?" She asked, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"My stomach should be flat.. but it's not.." You struggled out, looking back down at your feet.

Alcina reached for your nightgown. "May I see?" She asked for permission, tilting her head adorably.

You nodded and looked away, not wanting to look at the many scars that lined your belly.

You heard her breathe hitch and her mouth agape in shock. However, she was experienced in this matter. Cassandra used to cut her wrists, but has gotten better over time after her and her mother had a talk, and made a plan together so she can help Cassandra fight off the depression she faced. Alcina knew what she was doing.

She let your nightgown slowly fall back into place. You looked ashamed. You started to sob, hiding your face in your hands. Your lady slowly picked you up and placed you on her lap, cradling you.

"Shh shh shh, deary. It's okay. Let it out" she whispered sweetly, while swaying you side to side.

Your emotions poured out of you. You were so exhausted.

She stroked your hair and kissed your head. She hushed you and cuddled you closer.

"Have you been eating properly?" She asked, feeling your abnormal weakness. You sniffled. "I-ive been throwing up my meals.." You admitted, clutching onto her.

She kissed your head again. "I wish I caught onto this sooner. I'm so sorry, my love"

She let you cry some more, nuzzling your face into her pale neck.

"(Y/N), you don't need a flat stomach to be beautiful. You're gorgeous as is. Everything about you takes my breath away" she admitted.

You froze a bit at the words. 'She thinks I'm gorgeous..' you thought to yourself, blushing.

She giggled as she felt your body heat increase. "How about we start with small little meals? A snack every now and then to ease you back into eating. Would you like to come with me to the kitchen? I think we have some fruits" she offered.

You shook your head. "I'm not hungry." You lied. She pulled you away to look into your eyes. "I can feel how weak you are. Please, at least take a bite of an apple?" She pleaded.

Your body has been begging you for sustenance for the past week. You nodded reluctantly. "okay.. only a bite" you muttered.

She chuckled a bit. She eyed the dagger at her side and shoved it in her pocket without you knowing (secret dress pocket idk). 'I'll be confiscating this until further notice' she thought.

"That's my girl" she cooed. "My gorgeous" "gorgeous" "girl" she said, kissing you on your cheeks in between words. This earned a small laugh from you. The first laugh in months to ever leave your mouth.

She sat up with you in her arms and carried you out, heading to the kitchen.

(Just wanted to write this kind of as a vent. I've been going through some things and needed soft Lady D as a coping mech lol. Each day, I am improving. Writing kind of helps :). Anyways, Have a great night/day! 💋💋)