reader uses she/they pronouns
HAPPY PRIDE! I intended to post this the first day of June, but our power went out while I was sleeping and that put in a mood where I didn't want to write yesterday 🧑🏽🦯 there are mentions of Isa in this, so again, their pronouns are they/them only
anygays, I'll have more updates to post later (for alcina's solo story). Miranda's story will be updated twice tomorrow to make up for last week (i lost track of what was supposed to be in what chapter while writing ahead)
Donna's story will be updated sometime between today and sunday. It will either be two chapters or one long chapter. now, enjoy fellow lesbians and other sapphics 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Bela Dimitrescu. She had been stuck in your head since you started work here, but what really caught your attention was when you heard her playing a piano piece that you wrote. It was, originally, a work that you were going to ask her mother for advice on and tweak a bit before just letting it sit about.
That all changed when you heard the piano from down the hall and recognized the music almost immediately. You had rushed to the opera hall as quietly as you could, but the pounding in your chest and your heavier than normal breathing caught the attention of the vampire. The music paused as soon as you came to a stop, prompting you to — albeit stupid, it was the only option your brain had given — hold your breath and silently pray the music picked up again. When it didn't and there was quiet shuffling on the other side of the door, you internally cursed.
The shuffling grew louder and you let the breath you held go in defeat. It was pointless to run or pretend that you weren't here and weren't running, one of the rules the ladies could punish you for breaking. You took a deep breath before steeling your nerves, waiting for the door to open. The other maids had said how terrifying you can be sometimes — when you get serious and try to hide that you're afraid — but you couldn't see it.
You watched as the door handle slowly turned as if the person on the other side was thinking of how to catch you if you ran off — and she most likely was. When the door was slowly pushed open, your breath caught in your throat. The glowing golden eyes on the other side of the door kept you locked in place, despite the sudden urge to run for your life. Your breathing increased suddenly as you took a hesitant step back, any courage you previously had was now completely gone.
"Guh-good afternoon, m-my lady," You cringed at your stuttering but decided to continue speaking. "I-I was just... Uhm... H-how mad are you?"
"You should run." Bela giggled out and sent a chill down your spine.
"I-I just wanted to see who found m-my music!"
"...You wrote that?"
You gave a hesitant nod, half expecting her to criticize it like your family had and half expecting her to attack you for breaking the rules. Neither happened. Instead, she grabbed your uniform and pulled you into the opera hall. You stumbled to get your balance before turning to face her, bowing your head as you waited for her to speak.
Bela said nothing as she walked past you, her eyes burning into your back when her light footsteps stopped. You took a deep breath before turning to face her again, waiting for her to say something. Anything. The silence was killing you.
"Play with me," Bela ordered and your legs moved without you telling them to. "You wrote it to be an improvisation piece, right? Just have a solid start and make the rest up as you go?"
"Uhm, uh-unintentionally," You chuckled out as embarrassment flooded your body. "I... Just kind of play and if I like a certain set of notes, I write it down. Then I combine everything I liked and see how it flows."
"Then do you mind playing what you've already written down? I'm curious to see how you continue it."
"Sh-shouldn't I get b-back to my chores?"
"I can turn that offer into an order," Bela growled and you immediately took the seat next to her on the bench, not wanting to anger her. "Good girl."
'Oh no...'
You tried your best to ignore the heat coating your cheeks and the need between your legs. Tried. You weren't entirely successful, even while you tried to focus on the music. It was hard to focus when you could feel Bela's thigh pressed against yours, her eyes watching your every move as your fingers danced over the keys. She shifted when you hit a key that didn't blend well with the music, causing you to cringe and stop.
"Is something bothering you?"
It took you a bit to bring yourself to look at Bela. The rays of the setting sun made her eyes look like golden beryl and helped her look even more like a goddess. "N-no my lady! I... I just have issues getting a good flow if it's been a while."
"I can help you practice more often."
"Y-you don't have to-!"
Bela gripped your jaw and pulled your face closer to hers, earning a soft whimper from you. "Do you want to be able to play every day without getting punished or questioned? Yes or no?"
"...Y-yes, my lady."
"Consider it done."
Six Months Later
Ever since you heard Bela play your work, the two of you had become nearly inseparable when she took her breaks or ended her work for the day. You were suspicious when her breaks aligned with yours, but you had quickly dismissed that thought and focused on the goddess that was spending her time with you. Normally, you'd be in the opera hall practicing with Bela, but since it was your day off, you decided to stay in your room all day.
Doing that without telling her was a horrible idea. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the door to your room swung up, quickly drawing your attention to who had entered your room so suddenly. Bela's gold eyes locked with yours and a soft whine threatened to escape you. She slowly shut the door as she took deep breaths, her eyes softening for a moment.
"There you are," Bela muttered breathlessly, making her way over to you. "I was..."
"I—," You breathed and sat up, the oversized shirt you wore covering a decent portion of your thighs from her view. "I didn't know you looked forward to our time together like I do... I-if I had known, I would've told you! I just... I thought you'd enjoy a day break from me..."
"What gave you that impression?!"
"...Most people's reactions to me?"
"Am I most people?"
"...No? Maybe? I-I don't know how you want me to answer that... Wh-what answer will make you happy?"
"Your honest answer," Bela hummed and you felt the bed dip as she straddled your lap. "So, will you give it to me?"
You gave a slow nod to her question before your lips connected with hers. Shock froze you both in place until you eventually pulled away, fumbling over your words for an apology. When Bela didn't react to you breaking the kiss, you felt your stomach churn and tears sting your eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, my lady," You whimpered and moved your hands so they wouldn't touch her. "I-I'll accept any punishment you—."
Your back collided with the mattress and predator eyes stared down at you hungrily. "Any punishment? Don't say things you don't mean."
"I-I do mean it!"
Bela's lips connected with yours and once again, shock flooded your system. Unlike last time, however, the shock faded quickly and you hesitantly returned the kiss. When her tongue brushed against your lower lip, you immediately granted her access and whined when there was a knock at the door, causing you to separate. Bela sent you a wink before climbing off of you and making her way to the door.
The door opened partially and a brief conversation in Romanian happened that you were too dazed to focus on. Your mind was racing a million miles a minute, so you barely registered Bela shifting slightly so whoever she was speaking to could see you. There were only a few people that could interrupt something like this and live, and they were all her family.
That thought alone caused you to shuffle quickly under the blankets, heat rushing to your cheeks as faint giggles filled the air. The giggles confirmed it was one of the other triplets — if not both. You shuffled further until you were completely under the blanket. There was more giggling before hushed Romanian and a door closing.
You felt the bed dip again before you felt the weight of, hopefully Bela, on top of you. When the blanket shifted to show gold eyes, pale skin, and blonde hair framing her face, you internally smiled that you had guessed right. It's not that you didn't find her sisters attractive — that was far from the truth — you just spent more time with Bela and got to know her better. That and the other two kinda scared you from time to time. Especially Cassandra with her popping out of, seemingly, nowhere just to scare you.
When you had asked her why she scared you the most, all she did was shrug and swarm away. Your face contorted into a frown of concentration as you remembered the encounter — but that only prompted Bela to laugh and boop your nose to get your attention. She moved off of you to let you sit up, a smirk plastered on her face as her eyes tracked your every move.
"So..." You trailed, purposefully dragging out the 'o' as your embarrassment slowly faded. "Who was at the door?"
"I think you already know," Bela laughed before cupping your face in her hands. "But do you know just how stunning you are?"
Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. That prompted you to shut your mouth and try to concentrate on how to respond that would fluster her the way she flustered you. "...I got nothin'..."
"Awe did my good girl forget her words?"
"You are going to be the death of me."
"...Will you at least enjoy it?"
"...Depends on how you kill me. With your thighs? Absolutely. Any weapon? No."
"I'll keep that in mind about my thighs," Bela hummed in mock thought.
"Ma'am I'm gay you can't just say that and not-," You were cut off with a kiss that had you melting into it immediately.
"If you were going to say 'and not follow through,' I like having you around right now. But if, and I highly doubt this, that ever changes, I'll kill you with some part of my body."
"Okay," You giggled breathlessly before she pulled you in for a kiss again.
After that day, you and Bela became inseparable at all times. She had asked you to be her girlfriend after a day of making out and cuddling, you would've been a fool to deny her — and yourself — this opportunity. Lady Dimitrescu had even arranged to have you as her musical composer so you'd still technically "work" at the castle. Your "work" consisted of helping her manage her three manic children. At least you got to sleep with one of them at the end of the day.
'...We haven't had sex yet,' You thought to yourself, nearly dropping the book Daniela was handing you. 'I should change that...'
"Hey, Dani?" You spoke up, cutting off whatever question she was asking you. "How do I... Never mind, it'll be weird to ask you since it's about Bela."
"Please don't ever ask me anything pertaining to your and Bela's relationship or I might vomit."
"Isa asks me about you all the time! You don't see—,"
"They do?!" Daniela let out a purr — most likely subconsciously — before composing herself again. "I-I mean... That's different!"
"Nice save," You deadpanned before flopping onto the couch next to the vampire. "Maybe I should ask them... I think they've had more experience dating people."
Daniela let out a low growl when you said that, earning a soft snort from you as your gaze lazily trailed over to her. She refused to meet your gaze, meaning it was obvious she hadn't meant to do that — or at least, you weren't meant to hear her do that. You lightly patted her hand, desperately trying to fight back a smile.
"If it makes you feel any better, they have confided in me that they like one of you!" You chirped and noticed her visibly brighten. "Sadly, they never specified which one..."
"If I have to share them with Cass..." Daniela grumbled before perking up again. 'This woman and her mood swings—,' "Never mind! I'm fine with it as long as I have my own time with them. And vice versa for Cass."
"You're gonna have to take that up with those two. But don't tell short stack that someone told you! They'll know it was me and they'll have that stupid little pout on their face because I narced."
"Their pout is cute!"
"Gross," You grumbled to hide your smile. "I'm gonna go bother them before you can!"
Daniela was gone in a swarm immediately after that, further proving how much she had a crush on the 5'1" maid. You simply rolled your eyes and opened the book she had given you, deciding to read it now while Isa and Daniela were preoccupied with each other. Hours passed and you finished the book, the rays from the setting sun coating the library in an orange glow that oddly soothed you.
The door to the library opened and shut in a hurry. You began searching for an exit while reaching for the knife lady Dimitrescu had given you — as a gift for making and keeping, her eldest happy. Before you could react, a familiar cold presence was felt behind you and you visibly relaxed. The arms of your girlfriend snaked around your neck before her chest was pressed against the back of your head.
"Whatcha reading?" Bela hummed before plucking the book from your hands. "I'm guessing Dani threw it at you?"
"No," You grumbled but happily leaned into her, despite the chair separating you from fully leaning into her. "She actually handed it to me this time. But, I did almost drop it."
"How?"
"Thinking about you,"
"Awe."
"And how we haven't had sex yet."
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i genuinely can't remember if this one-shot i mention it or if it's in one of the other works i'm working on BUT, here's what golden beryl looks like. sort of.
also, i did a poll on which cover to use for the upcoming dani story, and here's the winner! if you wanna see the others i made they're pinned on my twitter (RATGODKODA) still!