Resident evil village: Oneshots

Bela Dimitrescu x Fem!Maiden!reader

Bela Dimitrescu x Fem!Maiden! reader

Summary: Shy Bela is confessing :O She confesses to you in Romanian, and you decide to start taking lessons...
(Totally not an idea from c.ai...)

You were a new maiden in Castle Dimitrescu. You've heard of the ladies' brutal methods when it came to punishing the other maidens, and you were terrified of it. As such, you made sure to make no mistakes, especially when one of the ladies was watching. You were tasked with cleaning the west wing area of the castle, along with your best friend, Ingrid. (I am so sorry for killing you off in the Alcina chapter Ingrid)

As the two of you dusted every corner of the castle, being sure to leave all areas spotless, you noticed a faint buzzing sound in the hallways. A figure soon formed out of the swarm of flies, and a certain blonde vampire appeared. You and Ingrid immediately straightened up. "Uhm, my lady... What can we help you with?" Ingrid questioned, only to be met with a hiss from Bela.

Backing away, Ingrid glanced at you before back at the lady. "Leave," Bela growled at Ingrid, and she scurried off, leaving you alone with Bela. She then reached into her cloak, and you were prepared to be met with the sight of a sharp sickle...

"Huh?" You spoke out, a little too loudly. Your lady had pulled out... a bouquet of flowers. "For you..." she said, averting her gaze from your figure. "I... thank you...?" You were puzzled, confused even. Did your lady just give you a bouquet of flowers???

"Do you... like them?" She questioned, slowly turning back to face you. "I do, yep!" You immediately answered, afraid of upsetting her. "Imi place de tine, prostule..." you tilted your head. What did that mean? Before you could ask her, she swarmed off.
...

The next few days were... interesting, to say the least. When you saw Ingrid again, she was overloading you with questions of what happened that day. You didn't tell her the truth, of course... who would believe you anyways? The cold, heartless and intimidating vampire lady who tortured maidens in the chamber, offering you a bouquet of flowers?

Needless to say, you have felt the burning gaze of someone or something on your back whenever you roamed around the halls.

You've spent a few nights pondering. What did that bouquet mean? Is your lady upset at you? And who was stalking you whenever you were completing your duties? Maybe you were just paranoid.

You kept the bouquet of flowers on your bedside, in a small vase. You took care of it, watering it everyday... You wondered if the flowers held some meaning to it. You saw these flowers often in fall, could she have been growing them since then?

The pink Azaleas... a flower that resembled love, romance and femininity. They conveyed affection and tenderness, and were usually given to loved ones. Could it be...

...

The next time you saw her again, she whisked you away to the opera hall. She took you by the hand, and sat down at the piano, forcing you beside her. You were confused, and still shocked from having flown so fast through the hallways.

She pressed her fingers on the keys, playing a slow, romantic tune. As she played the piece, you couldn't keep your eyes off her. All of a sudden, she wasn't that intimidating, ruthless vampire who you'd be afraid of every night.

As she finished the piece, she'd glance at you with a soft expression, just staring. The both of you sat there, in silence... you could've sworn her gaze flickered to your lips. "Frumos, Poți iubi vreodată un monstru ca mine?" Before you knew it, she swarmed away again, leaving you in the opera hall.

These strange occurrences continued, where she'd whisk you away, do some little romantic gesture, say something in a language you couldn't understand before leaving without a word. By the time a month had passed, you already found yourself looking forward to the day she'd whisk you away again to show you something.

Bela herself didn't know yet, but you were already starting to see her as more than that intimidating, bloodsucking monster. She had given you small trinkets, handcrafted jewellery, little bouquets of flowers and even played you a piece on the piano. Heck, you didn't even know she could do that.

Ever since then, you've also begun taking Romanian language lessons from Ingrid, who was luckily fluent in the language. You were able to decipher some of the more basic words, and you also learnt the meaning of the words Bela had said to you. "I like you, dumbass. Beautiful, could you ever love a monster like me?"

...

Today, yet again, she had whisked you away into seclusion. You stared at her curiously, tilting your head to the side. What did she have this time? She nervously glanced at you, she muttered something under her breath.

"Aș vrea să știi cum mă simt," she started. "Dar din nou, mi-e frică de respingere..." you continued staring at her, as you deciphered the words in your head. "I wish you knew how I feel. But then again, I'm afraid of rejection..." You took a step closer to her, and her eyes widened at your next sentence.

"Simt la fel. Și eu te iubesc," You cupped her cheeks, not shying away from her cold skin. "Te-am făcut să aștepți, nu-i așa?" She gasped as you leaned closer. "I know how you feel. I feel the same way. I've kept you waiting, haven't I?" Her face flushed red. "You speak Romanian...?" she choked out. "I've been taking lessons," you shrugged.

"Then, your answer..." she narrowed her eyes, her gaze once again flickering to your lips. "I love you too," The two of you locked lips, as her arms wrapped around your waist. Her gaze became predatory, as she smirked. "When you learn a whole language for me... You're making yourself even more irresistible, dragǎ,"

"Wait, what does that mean?" She chuckled, shaking her head. "It isn't your concern," you furrowed your brows, huffing. "No matter, I'll find out soon enough,"