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Moth to Flame (Part II) [Michael Corleone x Reader Series, 18+ Smut] Chapter 42 – Matrimony.

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18+, explicit smut read.

“You’re a Corleone woman now, after all." / “You’re my bride. You deserve that and all the more, do you understand?”

You married Michael Corleone in the summer of 1949, binding the allyship of your two families together but sealing your matrimony with love, bliss and trust. Falling in love, compatibility, love languages and a change in your lifestyle met you in an instant, and being Mrs. Michael Corleone altered your life forever. You can still remember how you fell for him and every bit of affection and intimacy shared from the beginning. You remember; you remember it all, and as you look into the past to compare it to your present and expect for your future, you realize nothing remains changed.

[WARNINGS]: Mentions of virginity/loss of virginity, nudity, sexual themes & depictions, heavy touching & kissing, fingering, mentions of pregnancy & planning for children, sex.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The first in-between chapter of Moth to Flame: Part II is finally here!! 😫🙏🏻 I'm sooo sorry for such a delay in posting this chapter, but life has been extremely hectic and busy. 😭 The Vichael girlies are going to adore this chapter is all I'm going to say! We delve into Victoria and Michael's marriage from the very beginning! 🤭❤️‍🔥 This is filled with romance, fluff and domestic wholesomeness. How Victoria and Michael fell in love to how their lives changed as husband and wife and more is all included. I wanted this to be very romantic and sensual before we dive back into the action of current day Moth to Flame! 😳

1956. Your name is Victoria Ferrari Corleone, and you’re the wife of the most powerful mobster in North America–Michael Corleone. A lifestyle of crime and secrecy is all you've known and ever wanted to know, complimenting the cruelty of Michael Corleone's influence in the United States. With your enemies fallen before you and all loose ends tied up, you continue your life and marriage with the Corleone family while refusing to look back on your past. Yet it's the skeletons in your closet that a shine a light on revealing you're a true mafiosa. Ensnared in the shadows just as much as Michael is, you find yourself betrayed by the unexpected with all of your secrets ready to spill–especially ones you've hidden from Michael. With more than one pair of eyes watching your every move, you find yourself trapped amidst potential scandals and a familiar, lovesick secret admirer adamant on removing Michael out of the picture to have you all to himself. Like a moth to a flame, you've reached the point of no return and the light that breaks down the darkness threatens to take you next.

Bouquets of pink and white roses, white silk, lilac adornments, angel food cake, the lace finishing over your wedding gown, and the taste of Michael’s lips over yours; you married Michael Corleone in the summer of 1949.

Planning for your wedding was one of the few and only times in your life when you felt you had a million things going through your mind at once.

After weeks of careful planning, the hardest part—the wedding itself—came in bliss and resonated perfectly with everything you had in mind for your perfect wedding day.

The colors you chose for your wedding ranged from an equal hint of décor in baby pink, lilac, and beige, whereas peonies, lilacs, and dahlias were your flowers of choice.

Silk tablecloth, handcrafted Italian furniture imported from Sicily, seven-tier angel food cake, seven varieties of cannoli from pistachio to limoncello, over a hundred bottles of wine—Grilo, Inzolia and Grecanico just to name a few—aged at least ten years, French champagne, little pastries of sorbets and mini cheesecakes served throughout and freshly squeezed juice from the fruit from the Corleone garden itself were just some of the highlights of your wedding day.

Even your wedding gown itself had been custom designed and tailored with the finest Italian silks and fabrics, following a lengthy session of perfecting your hair, makeup, and manicure with your mother, Mama Corleone, Connie, and Sandra down to rehearing how you would walk down the aisle to which sets of jewelry with diamonds and pearls suited you best.

Everything was planned and executed to perfection—to say the least. Scarcely were there moments throughout the planning period where the wedding wasn’t mentioned in one way or another; it was the only topic on your mind for days to come.

Consummation of your marriage was expected next from all through tradition and customs, but it wasn’t a concept you and Michael personally believed in.

Although you were a virgin before you met Michael, he most certainly was not. After his brief marriage with Apollonia, the concept of no intimacy until marriage let alone time spent together or some form of physical affection before marriage was seen and strictly enforced as heavily taboo in Sicily only reminded him of how backward he believed the concept to be, as did you.

Of course, you and Michael were both anticipating and thinking about the intimacy you’d share with one another after your wedding celebration, but not immediately after. That would be eagerly waiting for the both of you at the end of the night.

With the wedding cake having been cut, final drinks served and last dances shared, both of your families collected together all of the bridal gifts, thanked and said goodbyes to every guest they could get to while the wedding staff began to clean up.

Michael and you stood for more photographs by and with guests, thanking them for attending as well before you both made off with security to the vehicle that would take you to your first estate.

You’d both arrive at your new estate by the time security did a full sweep and search of the Corleone manor and all festivities had officially come to an end.

Before you and Michael would settle down for the remainder of the day after the wedding, you both went to meet with your families and new in-laws.

Tomorrow morning there’d be the wedding reception to look forward to after all, but there was more than enough for both you and Michael to think about and do before then.

Upon stepping out of your chauffeur’s vehicle at your new estate’s grounds, the first thing your eyes found were those of your bodyguards surrounding your new estate.

Noting the heavy yet inconspicuous security around, it was only a split second longer before you blinked and a warm smile crossed over your lips in reaction to Michael standing by your side; his hand laced with yours as you both began to make your way inside the estate.

Just a few feet from the front door you could already hear the cheerful voices and banter of your parents and in-laws in the foyer; you couldn’t help but feel your exhilarated mood amplify with excitement once more.

“Victoria! Michael! Sweetheart!” Your mother beamed, extending her arms out as she skipped over to the both of you.

Hugged, congratulated a dozen more times, and kissed by your parents and new-in-laws, happy tears are shed once again for you and Michael as a newlywed couple.

“Promettimi che mi chiamerai se ti serve qualcosa!” (Promise me you'll call if you need anything!) Carmela gently squeezed your shoulder after pulling away from a hug, smiling at you.

“Home sweet home,” your mother cooed, bewildered by the grandiose luxury your new estate has to offer just by standing in the foyer alone. “How wonderful.”

“We’re looking forward to that wedding reception,” your father grinned, redirecting his gaze to Michael. “It’ll be an honor to dine in the newlyweds’ home.”

“It’s an honor to host,” Michael agreed, giving a small, quick smile. “I look forward to it, Don Ferrari.”

“Mm,” Vito nodded, approaching both you and Michael. “And the bridal gifts… I had them arranged to be placed in your guest room. Humble gifts as they may be from our family friends, but they’re close to overflowing.”

“A problem I’d actually like to deal with,” you giggled back. “Thank you, father.”

Naturally, the gifts you received from attending friends, family, and guests aren’t exclusive to gifts newlyweds would benefit from, but a wide variety of items ranging from cash bills to jewelry almost as if the givers were trying to appease you and Michael directly.

Without even having to look inside all of the bridal purses and open each individual gift, you already assumed to yourself there are thousands of dollars worth of gifts there alone waiting for you and Michael that may very well take days to completely open.

Your families deliberately didn’t stay for long to give you and Michael as much privacy as possible today, and you and Michael were more than happy to see them out with waves and smiles before settling down for the rest of the day.

“It’s not over for them,” Michael commented by the gates of the estate, loosening his tie.

“No, it isn’t,” you let out a light laugh, smoothening down your wedding gown. “Not until after the wedding reception, at least.”

Michael chuckled—a rare first time he’s in a somewhat lighthearted mood for the entirety of the day. “Do you need anything, darling?”

“No,” you blushed, gesturing down to your dress. “Only to get this lovely gown off of me in one piece and my makeup at last.”

Just a split second later, you both heard a sharp whistle come towards the gates of the estate which prompted you and Michael’s attention immediately.

“Hey, Mikey!” Sonny hollered from the gates, leaning against his car and waving at both of you. “No invitations for Tom, Fredo, and I to see the new place, eh? Come on down!”

“I’ll be right with you,” Michael glanced back at you.

You nodded understandingly, relieved you’ll at least get the time to quickly undress and take off your makeup before finally getting to spend some time alone with Michael, and you’re more than happy to have Michael bond with his brothers before retiring for the rest of the day with you too.

The endless amounts of gifts and stuffed bridal purses crossed your mind once more as you entered the estate, imagining you and Michael would more than likely have to get Tom to secure any precious assets or cash bills while the other items remain secure.

You carefully slipped out of your wedding gown and let the lacy, tulle fabric pool at your feet as you grabbed a white, silk nightgown to step into; careful not to let any of your makeup smear against the fabric.

You’re not one to wear a full face of makeup on any regular day, but outings, special events, and evenings—especially your wedding—remain exceptions each time you enjoyed getting dolled up, but your daily beauty routine only consisted of your normal skincare steps, light eye makeup, a bit of eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick.

Upon Michael’s return inside the estate and to the bedroom to undress and unwind, it was his first time gazing upon your face without any makeup as you cautiously stored your nightgown away in an empty closet.

You hadn’t even noticed Michael’s eyes on you at first but picked up on his presence immediately; right then and there, Michael had found himself admiring your beauty and looks, stunned by your natural appearance.

“More congratulations?” You smiled shyly, turning around to face your new husband.

“Something like that,” Michael answered, tossing his tie onto the edge of the bed. “Nothing we both haven’t heard enough of.”

You held back your laughter, “then I hope you don’t mind I retired my glamor for the night already.”

“Not at all,” a ghost of a smile crossed Michael’s lips as he slowly began to approach you. “I’m sure the bridal gifts have nothing but your name on them, after all. I don’t think I need to go and see for myself.”

“Oh, please,” you felt a blush stinging your cheeks as you gazed up at Michael.

“You look beautiful,” Michael murmured, tilting your chin up to face him. “You know that?”

Your skin gave a healthy glow under the evening light as Michael admired every inch of you from the shape of your cheekbones to the color of your eyes, the curve of your lips, and your body language towards him filled with desire.

You expected then and there for Michael to lean in and kiss you, and he did, but gently upon your forehead as he let his warm lips linger over your skin.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment and embraced your husband, taking in the scent of his heavenly cologne as your heart began to race in your chest against his.

“You should expect all of this, you know,” Michael spoke to you in an ushered voice. “You’re a Corleone woman now, after all. Those gifts want nothing more than to appease and impress you, I’ll make sure of it myself.”

Michael’s intention is to spoil you to no avail and not only with material gifts but your every request; the luxurious lifestyle you can expect to live with him as Michael’s wife and the future mother of his children holds you on a separate pedestal next to being Don Ferarri’s wife, and Michael will continue to keep it that way.

The very gifts with your name engraved upon them awaiting you consisted of everything from cosmetics, luxurious perfumes, oils, and creams, full sets of dazzling jewelry set with diamonds and precious stones, congratulatory letters, towel sets followed by pacifiers, bibs, baby bottles, and cloth diapers that made you blush as you unwrapped them—knowing all would be expecting the news of your first pregnancy next.

An amused look crossed Michael’s eye as he wrapped his arms around you seeing you open the final present for today a set of two pacifiers, he saw a look of excitement over your own expression but also blush spreading over your cheeks as the two of you made eye contact once again, knowing the rest of the night began to the both of you.

The first home you and Michael owned together and settled in was a grand estate in Long Island but outside of the Corleone mall unlike Connie and Carlo’s home and that of Sonny and Sandra’s that were inside the gated family community.

Still, your new home was not far from Michael’s family or yours, and you could make the commute in twenty minutes.

The plot of land in which your new estate would be built was purchased immediately on the day of your engagement ceremony with construction where your father and Vito had given the green light for construction to begin the day of.

Normally for the size of your estate, it would have taken a good construction crew six months with daily work, but the home was completely finished in just one. Bringing in extra of the best workers and paying a premium always worked well in the end.

Your grand estate stood at just slightly over five thousand square feet with state-of-the-art architecture, taking inspiration from Modern American design to Italian fixtures and marble imported from Rome.

Your estate was two stories, finished with an attic consisting of a master bedroom with a walk-in closet designed to be almost the size of a small bedroom for you and Michael, a study that was half a private library, two guest rooms downstairs, a nursery upstairs, a wine room in the basement, full front and back yard, three other extra bedrooms, an office for Michael and four bathrooms.

A mid-sized swimming pool was built in the backyard where your home’s carefully curated and trimmed garden surrounded the sides and fences protected your family’s privacy so one could neither look into the estate grounds nor out of it.

Twenty-four-hour surveillance was always to be expected with varying bodyguards and a careful selection of specific windows—such as the ones in Michael’s office—were selected and built to be soundproof.

Your bathtub had 24k gold claw-finished, quartz countertops as well as in the kitchen, marble floors, a foyer in the front of the estate fit with a French handcrafted chandelier, a private exit to the gardens and plenty of storage with a full laundry room at the end of the hallway downstairs.

Crown fixtures adorned the kitchen and a wide spiral staircase decorated with a blood-red carpet led upstairs to where one of two hidden emergency exits only you and Michael knew how to activate could be found.

The price of your home came to a grand total of $250,000 and was exactly where you and Michael wanted to be; exactly where the two of you planned to start your family and raise your children.

Michael and you had both grown up in Long Island; meaning nothing short of symbolic with the feel of home settling into your first house in New York together.

You and Michael only had a brief discussion about where your first home could be since the two of you came to an agreement so quickly to choose Long Island to stay in.

At the time, thoughts of buying another home elsewhere or even moving in the future were not on your mind although Michael had begun to think of Nevada and a villa in Sicily almost immediately on; the latter being a familiar and mutually agreed upon idea to you.

Of course, both you and Michael’s family knew just as well as the both of you why you didn’t have a honeymoon after your wedding, and there were no questions asked or teasing to be made.

Going on a honeymoon with Michael after your wedding was in your mind just as much as your wedding was, but the same could not be said for Michael who was much too preoccupied with the danger and threat of another family war, especially with hostility coming from the Ricci family.

Going outside of New York—let alone going to Sicily—would paint a clear, red target over both your and Michael’s backs and especially create vulnerability within the Corleone family considering Vito was semi-retired at the time.

It didn’t matter if you and Michael decided to visit Rome, Venice, or anywhere else in Italy just for the sake of visiting home but staying away from Sicily; the mafia families including the Ricci’s still had power stretching there legitimately.

Naturally, both you and Michael yearned to take a true honeymoon trip to Sicily and Sicily only. Even with the rest of the world as a choice to visit, you would have rather continued to postpone your honeymoon until you could safely visit Sicily again without having to worry about anything but how to spend quality time with your husband.

You’d very well have your honeymoon with Michael a little after your first anniversary together, somewhat defeating the purpose of a true honeymoon but with the threat of your lives and your family on the line, it was all very worth it with a legitimate reason to delay.

In Michael’s second marriage now come hell or high water he would never risk a slight chance of you being anywhere where there’s a notion of danger, even if you begged him to.

“Well,” you bit your lip, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m a little disappointed, but I understand.”

“I know, darling,” Michael raised his water glass to his lips, taking a sip. “I feel no different than you do.”

You brushed your fingers against the fabric of the window’s curtains and glanced over to Michael again. “They’ll know, won’t they?”

Michael’s eyes met with yours almost instantly; his expression appeared grim knowing you referred to the Ricci family, but with the Barzinis and Tattaglias to worry about as well.

“As they do,” Michael replied and set his glass down. “Does it bother you?”

“Not exactly,” you shook your head and faced the window—blushing as you felt Michael’s presence approach you from behind. “But it’s been on my mind again and again these past few weeks. I can’t shake it off.”

“And on mine,” Michael lovingly embraced you from behind and lightly pressed his chest against your back. “As much as I would like to degrade them to such, they’re not animal enough to disgrace a wedding, even without an invite.”

“They should know better,” you murmured under your breath.

“And they more than likely do,” Michael nodded and moved his hands down to your hips to tenderly caress them. “None of those men deserve further justifications, but above all, they’re curious about you, and just who you are.”

You placed your hands over Michael’s and gave them a soft squeeze as you remained quiet.

“If it’s about safety—” Michael began.

“I feel safe with you,” you told him as you turned around.

Michael’s eyes locked onto yours as he gave you a small nod; you swore to yourself for a moment that you could see a glimmer of a brief smile over his plush lips.

“I do,” you continued, “always. And as you can guess…” You blushed sheepishly, “I was thinking about our honeymoon too, and we can’t even go.”

“We will soon enough,” Michael rubbed up and down your arms gingerly. “When we are able to and when we can. You know it’s not something I want to put aside to forget or neglect.”

“I know, baby,” you smiled back shyly. “I believe you.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Michael lowered his tone of voice and pressed a warm kiss over your forehead. “I promise I will. None of what our family is going through now will last. I personally guarantee it,” as Michael moved back from the kiss, he tilted your chin up to gaze directly into his eyes. “You’re my bride. You deserve that and all the more, do you understand?”

Blushing furiously and feeling a wave of butterflies rush to the pit of your stomach, you nodded at Michael before leaning up to give his lips a sweet kiss.

“I’ll wait until you say we can go,” you whispered against his lips as you wrapped an arm around Michael’s shoulders.

“Until then,” Michael murmured and closed off the distance between both of your bodies, ensnaring you in a deep kiss once more.

Michael’s changed lifestyle to a mafioso and your continued one as a mafiosa would never change. You both married one another knowing what your lives are and would continue to be, but also remaining unaltered.

You’re a lawyer, after all, and a skilled prosecutor with a name made for herself—reputation and all—in New York. Your career is more than something you see to corrupt and use for your “family business”, but is also a passion; something you want to continue doing until you feel ready to retire.

Michael was always impressed as to how you were able to find a passionate career that also benefited both sides of the family business.

Through being a lawyer, you also bonded well with Tom and had another fellow lawyer as a brother-in-law to bond with.

Regardless of whether you and Michael choose to have one child a fear down the line or four back to back, Michael has no intention of interfering in your career or keeping you from it; the same can be said for any of your other passions and hobbies.

You already know your maternity leave from work and raising an infant will take priority in your life which will result in a break from work, but you’ve accepted it and will make it happen.

Perhaps if you weren’t a mafiosa yourself from a powerful crime family, you would have fit the bill as a mafioso’s housewife better but Michael recognizes your true talents and abilities just as well as you know yourself.

Now married, you attend trials and continue with your cases at most three times a week. After all, you’ve always been careful in choosing which cases to get involved in while maintaining a flexible schedule for yourself.

You built a reputation with your prowess this far without Michael and his family’s influence, which begs the question of what Michael’s lifestyle has become after marrying you.

Michael is always working, even when he’s not. More than ever, Michael spends time with his father and brothers. Even when Michael is alone in his own office, he’s talking over the phone to his men or family and constantly keeping himself preoccupied until he’s with you.

Michael’s unwavering dedication to the family business, his loyalty, and his work ethic don’t bother you. As a matter of fact, it’s everything you expected from Michael and saw coming before you married him.

What you love about Michael’s work with the family business is that he can separate it and he will separate it very well from his personal life.

Michael does not mention anything related to his work when he’s with you regardless of how casual the circumstances or if your own curiosity arises since your family is also almost always involved.

You know then and only in those scenarios would you ask Michael a question if you had one and your family could not answer; you know your boundaries and where the line remains when asking Michael about his work.

To Michael, any mention of what he does and what he is outside of work is nothing but severely unpleasant and he would rather avoid it altogether; something you respect and agree with.

At dinner one evening, you saw Michael’s tension settled within him as he ate—sitting across from you in silence.

Michael sighed quietly and took a sip of his red wine before his eyes met yours; seeing curiosity spark in your expression.

“Ready to settle down, baby?” You asked with a soft smile.

“Something like that,” Michael nodded, continuing to eat his risotto.

“Everything alright with your father?” You asked and rose up from your seat to begin cleaning up.

“He’s fine,” Michael’s answers were dry and to the point on purpose. “We’re working on it.”

“Alright,” you gathered a pile of empty plates, brushing off crumbs upon the tablecloth next to Michael.

Only a split second later did you look back up at Michael and catch his eye—almost feeling embarrassed for asking but you neither see annoyance nor discomfort in Michael’s expression.

You understood Michael didn’t want to talk about this with you and you didn’t push it. You also knew last night he didn’t come home from his father’s estate until 2 AM, and you had no intention of bothering him about it now.

You’ve always had more than enough to do for yourself and for the home regardless of how long Michael worked in or out of the manor.

You’d have your own day to worry about; cleaning up after breakfast, prepping for lunch, tidying up the house, laundry if required, getting any other daily errands done, focusing on a bit of your own work projects, then relaxing with a good book or in front of the television with a glass of wine.

You could step out into the garden for some fresh air, pull weeds, water the lawn, go for a walk or a dip in the pool; you balance your work and life well and you’ve never felt neglected or lost without a sense of purpose.

The compatibility between you and Michael is like none other and the two of you have always recognized this; there is no lack of transparency or intimacy, and there is no elephant in the room blocking the two of you from bonding with one another.

You and Michael could and always will make it work.

When it came down to planning to start a family with each other, having children was brought up immediately between Michael and you; a crucial concept and the second step into a married life with one another.

Of course, the brief conversation that only consisted of asking one another if you wanted children when you and Michael had first met did not count as a real and insightful conversation, it did strike you that Michael was a mature and serious man, ready for fatherhood and expecting to start a family in the very near future.

Michael would not have minded waiting a year or two before having children, but he would personally not wish to delay it any further past that.

To Michael, it was as if he had an urgency of some kind to start a family but there was no reasoning behind it or pressure coming from anyone. Still, you came to appreciate how much Michael anticipated entering parenthood with you, regardless of his reasons.

Perhaps you did sense Michael’s urgency when he first met you and asked if you wanted to have children in the future, but you simply had brushed it off for all that it was—a simple question.

You were twenty-five years old when you met Michael, and you were the second youngest sibling in your family and the only daughter.

With your little brother Dante being fifteen years younger than you, you practically raised him alongside your brothers and because you came from an equally large extended family, you loved children for as long as you could remember.

Just as you and your brothers had grown up, you knew the importance of proper parenting and how love would mold a child’s life forever.

Michael believed children were the products of their parents’ discipline, love, and behavior, saying, “If adults can bring out the worst in each other, they can do the same for children”.

Michael himself was twenty-nine when he met you and neither of you had objections of any kind to starting a family immediately after getting married.

Coming from the families and reputations you both grew up in and had, things such as time and money would simply not be an issue for you and Michael.

It was more of a matter of readiness and active parenting heavily required from both of you equally, not just yours as the mother.

You also knew Michael would be a stricter parent than you, but this did not imply anything harsh or along the lines of cruelty whatsoever.

Michael is not the type of man to ever raise a hand against a child or even raise his voice; calm, and collected, and with thorough explanation comes discipline and understanding. Michael knows how a child’s mind copes and works.

You are most definitely not the kind of parent to yell, threaten, let alone glare at children to have them respect or tolerate your fear let alone beat a child.

Neither Michael nor you ever faced such things growing up, but you both saw your fair share growing up with other children at school and in the neighborhood who did not have the same childhood as you two did.

Any type of abuse or psychological manipulation was a severe hard line; it was something you and Michael would never subject any child to, ever.

From being the only big sister to your little brother Dante, you knew there were a million ways around teaching and disciplining children without being physically, psychologically, or verbally abusive—even to children who have behavior issues.

You and Michael had been stressing to yourselves subconsciously the need to be nothing but good, loving parents teaching your future children manners and discipline early on without fear of repercussions or pain, but simply just to learn and understand.

Just a week ago you walked down the aisle and faced your lover—for the last time only as a lover before becoming Michael’s wife, wedded as Mrs. Corleone.

Now as you gazed at yourself in the mirror, the role of Michael Corleone’s wife had already truly embedded in you; seeing your husband clasping a new diamond necklace around your neck gently.

You blushed as you caught Michael’s eye in the mirror, placing a hand over your necklace carefully.

Michael admired the glistening diamonds over your neck; his eyes adoring the very shape of your collarbones before he leaned toward your shoulder and planted a soft kiss over it.

With a bit of arousal having flared up in you, you shivered from Michael’s warm touch as he let his hands linger around the back of your neck before he placed them on your hips.

“Mm,” your eyes fluttered shut as you took in the brief moment, feeling Michael’s breath over the side of your neck.

Michael’s hands slowly made their way over to your stomach where he rubbed tenderly, watching as your body language submitted to how good he was already making you feel.

“Are you late?” Michael murmured over your shoulder.

Butterflies churned in your stomach and blush stung your cheeks at the very question. “I think it’s still too soon to tell, baby.”

“Mm,” Michael nodded and began to massage your sides.

“Why do you ask?” You slowly opened your eyes and spoke to him in a soft, ushered tone. “Do you suspect I am?”

“Perhaps,” Michael answered, “I want to be the first to know.”

You cracked a shy smile, “and you will be without a doubt.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Michael took your hands in his, turning you around to face him directly before he pulled you into his embrace. “Although you never did tell me how many you wanted.”

“I can tell you now,” you rested your head over Michael’s chest and nodded. “Four little ones… That would be something.”

“Mhmm,” Michael kissed the top of your head. “A topic better suited for the future after we have our first.”

“Boy or girl?” You grinned and looked up at your husband.

“Doesn’t matter,” Michael told you. “But ultimately a son somewhere down the line to succeed our family.”

‘Of course.’ You knew it must have been the same with Michael’s father as it was with yours; one son at the very least to carry the family’s legacy under his name. ‘Understandable.’

“If you’re not…” Michael’s hands touched your hips again; his eyes beckoning to you. “Then we can try again.”

“And again?” You teased back, giggling. “Tonight.”

“Tonight,” Michael murmured and pulled your hips into his.

“As many times as we need to, hmm?” Your breath hitched as you bit down on your lip.

“As many times as you want to,” Michael corrected before he sealed a kiss over your lips.

The intimacy and love continuing to blossom between you and Michael unfolded in feverish desire and yearning. Like the beginning of an eternal and dangerous addiction, neither of you could get enough of the other.

Michael knew your love language was physical affection and words of affirmation just as you knew he was spending quality time with you and touching.

Michael couldn’t care less for material gifts and preferred experiences above all, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t care, enjoy, or appreciate either.

“Ah…” A breathy moan escaped your lips as your hand clutched over Michael’s back; feeling his firm, flexing muscle as Michael remained leaning down and hovering over your naked body.

Between the sounds of Michael’s lips leaving a trail of hot kisses over your neck, you heard his breathing hitching as his throbbing erection pressed against your stomach.

Barely a week into your marriage and filled to the brim with insatiable love and desire, Michael was unable to get enough of his new bride and her beauty.

“Ohhh…”

Inhaling deeply, Michael took in your scent as he nuzzled your neck; now glowing pink with the love marks he left behind as you had let your free hand roam through Michael’s tousled hair.

“Look at me,” Michael whispered against your lips as he grazed his thumb over your mouth, parting your bottom lip. “Look at me when I make love to you.”

‘Oh God, yes…’

The first three months of marriage may as well have been a fever dream for both of you.

Of course, none would be surprised at the sudden stamina the new bride and groom have for one another although some teasing and a dirty joke here and there would be in order, but if it wasn’t a night out or quality time spent with the family, Michael and you were doing nothing else but getting lost in one another again and again.

You’d lay in bed naked with the blankets barely covering yourself as you’d watch Michael strip down right in front of you before approaching you on the bed, and Michael enjoyed every second of undressing you himself with his own hands; the way the curves of your hips and fullness of your thighs felt against his hand as your skin was hot to the touch, brimming with passion and your body begging for pleasure was nothing short of ecstasy to Michael.

With your bodies intertwined with one another, you could practically feel Michael’s heart racing against yours; nothing but toe-curling, eye-rolling, intense orgasms, and memorizing every part of each other’s bodies filled your evenings for days to come.

You woke an urge tailored to your pleasure inside of Michael he could not ignore. Even after a night of ecstasy, if you approached him half-naked in the living room and begged Michael to fuck you again, he wouldn’t say no.

You straddled Michael’s lap and let your lace panties slip off your ankles as you felt the smooth, Italian silk fabric of Michael’s suit brush against your bare skin.

On his lap, you let out a whimpering moan as you pressed your hips against his and ran your hands up Michael’s half-unbuttoned dress shirt; his chest hair brushing past your fingers as you clutched onto his shoulders.

Michael leaned his back against his seat comfortably; his hands ran from your calves to your upper thighs before he cupped your ass and gave it a greedy squeeze.

Michael’s eyes expectantly looked at you. “You play the innocent, sweet role well…”

“Mm—” You whimpered as you pressed your lips against Michael’s neck from him giving your ass another harsh squeeze.

“But I see right through it,” Michael whispered to you—his tone low and husky.

“I…” You breathed shakily against Michael’s skin before planting a deep kiss over it; your free hand roamed through his black, silky hair.

You heard a barely audible, soft moan escape Michael’s lips which only intensified the feverish arousal coursing through your veins as you continued to hungrily kiss up and around Michael’s neck.

Michael wrapped one arm around your waist and kept his hand over your ass; his eyes half remained half-opened as he let you get lost within him, taking and getting everything you want.

Your kisses grew wet, hot, and sloppy around Michael’s jawline as you moaned through them yourself; severely aroused to the point where you thought your wetness pooling over the fabric of your panties was soaking through Michael’s trousers.

“Mine…” You cupped Michael’s cheek and turned his face to look him in the eye directly. “All mine…”

“Yours,” Michael said back before his lips sealed over yours in a crushing, needy kiss.

Your pussy throbbed from arousal over Michael’s knee; it practically had a heartbeat of its own from how horny you were feeling towards your husband—so much so that it was almost criminal.

“Look at you,” As Michael pulled away from the kiss, he gripped your throat with his free hand and let his thumb trace the outline of your bottom lip. “Can’t get your hands off of me.”

“You’re mine,” you panted back and took Michael by pleasant surprise as you licked his thumb. “

“That’s right, baby,” Michael murmured before pulling you back to him by your throat to give you another wet, rough kiss over the mouth.

As you fully straddled Michael’s lap and began to slowly grind your hips, gyrating them against Michael’s pulsating erection, Michael let his hands slip up through your skirt and play with the band of your panties.

Lost in insistent, passionate kisses, Michael pulled at your panties only to let it snap back against your skin as you were distracted between his lips.

Michael let his fingers go further, parting your dewy pussy lips to spread your wetness with one hand while squeezing your breast and massaging your nipple with his fingers on the other.

Aside from such fiery, mutual infatuation and lust, there was more; there was and always will be more.

The love between you and Michael blossomed so naturally that it could never feel forced like it was some sort of obligation that had to be fulfilled.

In public, despite the two of you being not so fond of blatant displays of affection, held hands or had Michael wrap an arm over your waist in casual but adoring affection you craved and yearned for always.

Just one touch from Michael—let alone his presence—was more than enough for you. It did nothing but thrill you all the more knowing this man is yours and you’re his; you’ll have all of Michael whenever you want and however you want.

Distance makes your heart grow fonder when Michael’s away on his business trips or doesn’t come home for a night. You’ve never felt insecurity, unsafe, or any sort of lingering sadness about Michael’s consistent absences to begin with.

Even at the end of a long night with little time to yourselves to follow another eventful one, you’d have just the same satisfaction in Michael’s embrace without the sexual intimacy.

Some of your most loving, romantic nights with Michael were the two of you skin-to-skin on the rooftop, naked and exchanging soft kisses as Michael smoked a cigarette.

Saying, “Yes, I do” and signing your marriage papers, your legal name became Victoria Ferrari Corleone; a unique love and lover to Michael in the sense that Michael could never treat you the way he treated Apollonia or Kay, but exponentially more protective, loving, and open to you in all aspects.

Your compatibility with Michael only resulted in him being all the more open with you; not feeling obligated to because you’ll get upset or ask, but because Michael wishes to—because he wants to.

There’s simply no entitlement; only love and caring. You could not describe your marriage to Michael Corleone in any other way.

#the godfather #al pacino #michael corleone x reader #michael corleone x oc #michael corleone fanfic #godfather au #michael corleone smut #michael corleone x reader smut #michael corleone #the godfather x reader #godfather x reader #alfredo james pacino #the godfather part ii #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic

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girlsloveupdates · 1 year ago

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Hi, I just started watching GL, have only watched GAP. Can you recommend anything? I'd really appreciate it.

Hello! Although there are not that many right now, I will include a list of shows that have already aired that you can watch. Make sure you also see this list to keep updated on which GL will be coming out soon — because there will be a lot! 2024 is the year, trust me! The GL renaissance is upon us. But while we wait here’s some others:

Main characters/main couple:

- She Makes My Heart Flutter (2022)

I love this one. Basically all the characters are lesbians and in a friendship group. It’s so sweet and endearing and I really recommend it! Kinda short but so sweet. One of my favourites for sure <3

- She Loves To Cook and She Loves to Eat (2022)

The characters are a perfect match. This show will make your heart warm and you will say ‘Me and who’ every five seconds.

- Sleep with Me (2022)

The chemistry is so good. It feels so raw and real. Sexuality isn’t really an issue at all. I really enjoyed watching, my heart 🥹

- Out of Breath (2019)

Both painful and heartwarming, it can be relatable to viewers who have experienced break-ups and finding new love. This series is fun and I like it.

- Couple of Mirrors (2021)

Because of censorship, their relationship isn’t ~specifically stated but they are canonically together by the person who created them. I mean, they literally live together, sleep in the same bed, raise a child together etc. The vibes are gayyyy, it’s safe to say they have romantic feelings for each other. If you love action and badass women, this is for you!

- Legend of Yunze (2022)

Lovers reunite after centuries apart. It’s so beautiful and I rewatch this quite a lot.

- Girlfriend Project Day 1 (2022)

Super short, but still really cute. The characters are forced to work together and things ensue. I wish they’d make more episodes 🥹

- Show Me Love (2023)

It’s not made/edited the best but it’s still cute and easy to watch, nice elements of comedy :D

!!!!! Here is a link to other mini web dramas !!!!!

https://legendofyunze.carrd.co

Side characters/side couple:

- Bad Buddy (2021)

My sweetest Ink and Pa. I love them very much :) The actresses have their own GL together called ‘23.5’ which will air next year!

+ they also feature in Zero Photography

- Nevertheless (2021)

Watch this for Soljiwan, Nabi, and Han Sohee. The straight couples are questionable, but Sol & Jiwan, although a side couple, have the most beautiful story and amazing chemistry. 🥰

- Friend Zone S2 (2021)

Cris and Amm are a beautiful couple. They help each other with their situations, maybe they’re not perfect, but they are everything :D

Special mentions:

- Fragrance of the First Flower (2021)

- Love of Secret (2022)

- Wedding Plan (2023)

- Sweet Kaaram Coffee (2023)

I’ve definitely missed ones but these are just the ones I could think of off the top of my head. The only main GL airing right now is Lucky My Love & Love Senior!

#gl drama #gl series #thai gl #lgbt #lgbtq #lesbian #sapphic #lucky my love #legend of yunze #bad buddy #she makes my heart flutter #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #sleep with me #out of breath #couple of mirrors #girlfriend project day 1 #show me love #nevertheless #friend zone

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woso-lover234 · 7 months ago

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Matildas x (platonic) reader- movie night

it was the 4th of November so it was basically Christmas in the young Matilda's book and somehow you had convinced the rest of the Matilda's team to have a movie day after their win against Chinese tei pei on Wednesday. The Matilda's obviously said yes and we're now all squished together on bean bags and the couches tryna get comfy for the probably thousands of movies that they were gonna watch. You were sharing a bean bag with Kyra who had her arm around your shoulders. Christmas was your favourite holiday and it was close-ish to Christmas so they decided a Christmas movie would be fine.

We started off strong with the animated and live action grinch but ran into a problem when , Kyra Sam and macca got into a fight over which one was better. You and Kyra said the new while macca and Sam said old

"The new one's better!" You and Kyra shouted

"No the old one is, it's the og" Sam said

"Just coz it's the og doesn't mean it's better!" You said and a few people around watching the arguement nodded while Alanna filmed the interaction

"Yeah it does" said macca

"No it doesn't" said Kyra who you knew didn't really care but she was gonna back you up anyways so you sent her a grateful smile

"the new goosebumps series is better than the original" you said and macca and Sam looked confused

"There's a new goosebumps series?" Caitlin asked and you immediately stood up in pure shock and looked at everyone who shock their heads saying they also hadn't watched it which caused Kyra to stand up aswell

"You guys are joking right?" She asked

"Me and y/n/n started watching the day it came out" Kyra said as you nodded your head in agreement

"Ok Christmas movies on hold we're gonna watch the new goosebumps series" you said walking over to the remote and putting it on

After the first episode you and Kyra looked around to see everyone's shocked faces.

"Better than the original so far than Sam?" Kyra asked and Sam nodded her head while you and Kyra laughed and pressed the next episode.

Once they had finished the 7 episodes that had been released and everyone complained about the cliff hanger macca said they should watch a horror movie.

"Noo!" You yelled out

"Yesss!" Macca, Hayley, Ellie, Alanna, Sam, Alex, Caitlin, polks, Emily, mini, Courtney, Mary and Clare said which meant they were outnumbered. People who said no being Kyra, Charli, teagan and you and when you realized that the four of yous groaned as you subconsciously held on tighter to Kyra on the bean bag which was situated right infront of the door to the balcony. Macca got up and tried to get the remote from you but you put up a good fight but nether the less got it ripped from your grip.

"No I don't want to." You said getting as you realised something "I don't have to be here! I can leave if I want!" You said and began walking to the door before Alanna, macca, sam and Caitlin stopped you

"Nuh uh" Caitlin said blocking the door

"Your watching it" alanna continued as if they were reading minds

"Because if you do we'll admit the cartoon grinch is better" Sam smirked and madi shook her head

"That's not enough! I already know the cartoon grinch is better" you exclaimed chucking your hands up in exaggeration as everyone laughed

"Okay, okay. Well- omg I can't believe I'm about to say this. Well watch Marley and me with you and do a Harry Potter marathon" macca said sighing, her shoulders slumping while your jaw dropped

"Wait really?" You asked getting and excited and looking to Steph who smiled at the you before looking back at macca, Sam, Caitlin and Alanna who nodded, excepting defeat. You, Kyra and Charli had been working together to try watch them films with the girls for ages and had been unsuccessful till this moment. "Pinky promise! And Kyra and Charli are coming!" You exclaimed as you walked up to all of them and tried to get your small pinky around all of their pinkies which made the rest of them laugh as you stuck the tip of your tongue out of your mouth in concentration. In the end you guys succeeded and cheered in success then you went back to Kyra as they picked the movie.

Macca and Sam ended up choosing the nun which made you glad you were atheist otherwise she would've never wanted to step foot in a church again because then nuns gave you literal nightmares. Throughout the movie you kept glancing behind you just to check nothing had climbed the balcony and was going to try and kill you. Whenever there were jump scares your face would immediately hide in either Kyra's shoulder or shirt as the older girl would rub your back for comfort.

When the movie was over and everyone began getting up to head to bed you clung to someone at all times and were constantly checking your surroundings to make sure no one was going to jump out and try kill you or your team mates (though you could live without macca, Caitlin, Alanna and Sam since it was their fault you watched this in the first place). Everyone was walking back to their rooms while you were clinging to Steph and making sure to keep in the middle of the group.

"Ok maybe it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie with y/n/n" macca said scratching the back of her neck while Sam, Alanna and Caitlin agreed.

"Safe to say she's not a horror movie gal" Alanna said and everyone laughed as you ignored their comments and were focused on making sure there was nothing out of the ordinary coming to get you.

"I'm just glad I'm not rooming with her" Sam said turning to Caitlin as she walked the opposite direction to her room while Steph walked with you and Caitlin back to their room considering you wouldn't let go of her and Steph wanted to make sure you were okay before heading off to bed herself.

"You kay y/n/n?" Steph asked as Caitlin unlocked their room and walked in with you and Steph in tow.

"I feel like and old lady is gonna jump out and kill me with her holy spirits" you said shaking slightly while Steph and Cait stifled a laugh at her choice of words

"You gonna be okay tonight?" Steph asked getting more concerned the more she looked at the paranoid teen.

"Yeah. Does garlic work for nuns do you think?" She asked no one in particular.

"Y/n/n nothings coming for you and if they try I'll protect you okay. I'm here if you need me during the night I'll stay up all night if I need to 1. Because it was partly my fault you watched the movie and 2. We don't have training so it wouldn't affect much. You're gonna be fine" Caitlin assured and Steph nodded her head along. You nodded aswell and went to hug Steph goodnight, Steph hugged you back and kissed your head before leaving the room. Caitlin patted her bed, next to where she was currently sitting and motioned for you to come sit next to her. You smiled and ran and jumped into her waiting arms and once she noticed you were comfortable she turned on the tv and found Marley and me which shocked you as you looked at Caitlin confused.

"Well I did pinky promise" she stated smiling down at you which made you break out into a grin and snuggle closer into her side "annndd" she added dramatically which made you look up at her "because I thought it would help you sleep better" she finished with a smile and pulled you closer to her to the point you were practically on top of her. This was one of the times that reminded you no matter how much some of the girls teased and made fun of you they cared about you more than they let on.

Halfway through the movie you had fallen asleep on Caitlin which was understandable considering it was past midnight while Caitlin finished the movie and actually enjoyed it though she wouldn't admit it to you she will definitely watch it with you again and you wouldn't have to bargain as hard for it. Caitlin turned the lights off, shuffled you onto the pillow beside her before moving herself to her pillow, turning the tv off after she finished all of that as she was using it for a bit of light and went to bed herself after kissing your forehead and whispering goodnight eventhough she know you couldn't hear her.

#matildas #woso imagine #woso #caitlin foord #steph catley #kyra cooney cross #woso fanfics #sam kerr #alanna kennedy #mackenzie arnold #teagan micah #charli grant #katrina gorry #ellie carpenter #mary fowler #courtney nevin

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lambtotheslaughterr · 4 months ago

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The Taming : Part Five

A Clark Kent Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 5.1k

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

PART FOUR | MASTERLIST | PART SIX

all AI images are created from prompts i wrote. they are not real images.

If I was an honest kind of man, I may have admitted to myself that she was beginning to get to me more than I had her. But I wasn’t an honest man.

For weeks I watched her. She lived a predictable schedule. Sleeping in till noon, going shopping or out to dinner with her girlfriends during the weekday, working a morning shift on Wednesday’s, before finally spending her weekend nights at one of three venues.

It brought me a great sense of joy knowing that she must’ve thought I was long gone, never to be seen again, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I always near, always watching. And if it wasn’t in person, it was in the comfort of my home.

Thanks to Ariana, I had placed a handful of inconspicuous cameras around their apartment to watch her. Ariana had left for the summer, leaving her poor cousin all alone in their extravagant condo apartment. It was tempting to visit her in her sleep using the key I had copied from Ariana’s own. I could easily sneak into her condo, enter her bedroom, crawl on top of her, & scare her awake. Cover her mouth, muffle her screams, watch her eyes begin to water full of fear of what I may do next.

But all of this was leading up to that.

For now, I was content calling her phone & hanging up, sending unmarked gifts to her work, watching her dance among the lesser. And on nights when I felt I would break, I would walk into her empty apartment & take something of hers.

It was only the beginning.

Summer in Metropolis this year was a hot one. Normally, you & the girls would travel internationally during the summer, but after yours & Ariana’s blow out earlier that summer, you viewed your alone time within your condo as a vacation in itself.

The blow out had been expected. Ari had confronted you one morning, a week after she attempted an apology about Clark.

“Are you going to ignore me forever?” She had asked when she approached you in the kitchen. You had been hungover from a night out with the girls, a night out that Ari had not been invited to.

All you replied with was a shrug of your shoulder.

“_____, I apologized.” Her voice had been soft & gentle but you could note the undertone of malice there.

“And I told you to not come running to me when the truth came out.” You reminded her, your back still to her.

“What Clark did was unforgivable. I know now that you were right about him all along. I let my pride get in the way. And I am sorry for that.” Ari pleaded but it only fell on uncaring ears.

However, you did finally turn to face her.

“If you had listened to me from the beginning, none of it would have happened. This is a consequence of your actions. I don’t need to rush to forgive you or be on good terms with you just because you feel bad. I decide when I want to be cool with you again.”

Ari pressed her lips together, shaking her head.

“We’re family.”

That forced an amused chuckle from you.

“We were.” You stared at her, “Now, you’re just like your mother. Turning your back on your kin for a man.”

“That’s low, _____. Even for you.” Ari frowned.

“I could go lower.”

“Fine, you know what?” Ari waved her hands, “I’m not going to fight with you, & I’m not going to grovel either. I apologized, I admitted I was wrong, I kicked Clark out of my life. If you still want to be bitter & angry & childish about it then that’s on you. I’m going to be going to my mom’s for the summer. I think a break is best for us, anyway.”

“Like mother, like daughter.” You commented snarkily.

Ari glared at you then, “Whatever. Enjoy your summer.”

As Ari turned to disappear, you wiggled your fingers away, “Run along.”

That interaction had been a month & a half ago. You hadn’t heard from her since she left nor had you reached out to her. But you decided that when she returned at the end of summer to go back to school that you would then forgive her, but she would be on a tight leash. And if she decided to fuck off your guidance again then the two of you would be done for good, blood relation be damned.

Currently, you relaxed on a lounger at Lisette. Lisette had a separate rooftop pool deck from the one you had drinks on the night Ari brought Clark. It was a member’s only privilege & so you knew randoms would not be milling about around you.

You were lying on your back in your bikini while Nicola lounged beside you, Olivia wading in the pool near the edge, her arms resting on the concrete with her shades on as she stared in her general direction.

“Still no word from Ari?”

You rolled your eyes behind your own shades. Though you had gave them the bare minimum information about Ari & yours situation, they still had questions. You never told them the why, or anything about what happened with Clark. But you wished they would just drop it. If you chose not to fuck with Ari, then they shouldn’t either.

“No, Liv. Like I said, she’s gone for the summer.”

Liv wrinkled her nose at that, “Just weird is all. You’re clearly leaving stuff out.”

“And?” You questioned back, lowering your shades to eye her, “What happens between Ari & I is between Ari & I.”

“Whatever you say.” Liv shrugged before pushing off from the edge & moving to float on her back, her blueish green bikini poking out from the surface of the water.

Feeling mildly irritated, you waved down a nearby server & ordered another cocktail. When the server asked Nic if she wanted anything, she shook her head silently.

After the server disappeared to get your order, you heard Nic sigh quietly beside you.

Scoffing internally to yourself, you finally spoke up, “What?”

Nic re-adjusted the hat on her head to keep the sun from hitting her in the eyes before she shrugged to herself, “’What’ what?”

“I know you have something to say so say it.” You replied knowingly.

“Obviously something happened between you two & you don’t want to tell us, that’s fine. But there’s no need to catch an attitude with us because we’re curious about what happened. We are friends after all. We care about Ariana, too.”

It took a lot to not reply sassily. However, you simply inhaled sharply & forced a wretched smile onto your face, “You have her number. You want answers, go ahead & call her. I’m sure she won’t waste a second making me out to be the villain.”

Nic laughed lightly at that but shook her head nonetheless, “I already have.”

You paused at that, staring at the city skyline ahead of you.

In your peripheral, Nic moved to sit on the edge of her lounger. She applied more lotion to her arms as she spoke, “She’s keeping her lips sealed, too, but she is sorry. About whatever it is that happened between the two of you.”

That surprised you. Of course, Ari had said as such before she left, but you hadn’t expected her to say as much to Nic, too.

“What happened, _____?” Nic questioned, “She’s really sorry.”

“I’m sure she is.” You sighed back, resting further against your lounger.

“So, you’re really gonna keep this up, is that it?” Nic’s tone frustrated you. She didn’t even know why you were being hard-headed like this. Sure, you could tell her then she’d understand, but what she really needed to do was mind her own business.

Ignoring Nic, you moved off the lounger & began to gather your things.

“Oh, jesus, _____, seriously? Gonna throw a fit & stomp off?”

You stared at Nic wide-eyed, anger blaring just beneath your surface.

First Ari. Now Nic. You were sure Liv wouldn’t be too far behind with admonishing you.

Swinging your bag up over your shoulder, you indeed stomp away, but only towards the other side of the pool. Leaving entirely would be much too childish. You needed to gather your bearings before facing your friends because they too were beginning to get under your skin.

Throwing your stuff onto the ground, you collapsed onto another lounger & pointedly looked away from the other girls as they spoke to one another.

The server returned to your side, a cocktail on their tray.

You mumbled your thanks before taking the cocktail & downing nearly half of it.

Your phone next your thigh buzzed then.

Opening it, you were greeted by yet another text from an unknown sender.

The texts have been coming now for weeks, but always sporadic. You would get some a few days in a row then none at all for another few days. You never knew when to expect them, but you had a gut feeling about who they were coming from.

Careful. You don’t want to lose them, too.

He was watching you, had been watching you. Clark.

You weren’t sure if he was trying to be sneaky about it just because he had his number hidden, but you weren’t stupid. Ever since he disappeared from your life, you always felt him just on the edge of it. The texts had been only the beginning.

About a week after you began receiving the texts, you began getting packages, too. The gifts were hardly ‘gifts’, more like insults to your character. The first package had been sent to your job while you were working. You had to wait until you got home to open it, & when you had, you threw the package on the floor.

It was a muzzle. For a dog.

Clark must’ve thought he was being funny. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. You simply put the items back in the box, resealed the package, & marked the box as wrong address.

But the packages didn’t stop there.

The second one that came had been a book. Loneliness for Dummies.

That one did force a surprised giggle out of you, but not a pleased one. Again, you marked the box as wrong address.

If Clark insisted on spending money on you to send you gifts in an attempt to humiliate you he would have to try harder.

But what got to you more than anything was why he was even bothering with it all to begin with. Why did he feel it necessary to continue harassing you? Everything had been said & done, yet he continued to find new ways to get under your skin. What you hated even more was that there was no way to return the favor.

Anytime you tried texting the number back, your texts would never go through. The gifts he sent never had a return address on them, so you didn’t even know where he lived. He had all the power right now to bother you & you had nothing to battle him with. It angered you more than anything. How dare he have the upper hand? The only pride you took in it was that he did it in the shadows. Had it been you, you would humiliate him in public like you had the first time you met him & the last time you saw him.

But he wasn’t that bold.

Deleting the text from your history, you flipped your own over & ignored it, focusing on finishing your cocktail.

Ignoring your two best friends who lounged opposite of you across the pool, you leaned back to absorb the summer sun when it was suddenly blocked out. Peeling your eyes open, you stared up at the toned & lean body of Andrew as he smirked down at you, a cocktail in his hand.

“What do you want?” You didn’t care to hide your irritation.

Andrew sat beside you on a lounger, peering at your two best friends across the way, “Trouble in paradise?”

“I want to be alone.” You noted, your voice hard, “That includes you.”

“Oh, c’mon. You’re always playing hard to get.”

“Not playing, Andrew.” You remarked, “Just am hard to get. Especially for you.”

“I think you like the attention.” He responded coyly.

“No.” Your phone buzzed again, “I really don’t.”

Turning over your phone with the intention of turning it off entirely, you couldn’t help but note what the text from your shadow said.

Get rid of him.

Oh? That was new. And surprisingly, it renewed your wicked tendencies. Did Clark really think that he could tell you what to do? Silly man.

Staring at the text in thought, you smiled wryly to yourself before peeking over at your dreaded one time hook-up.

“What do you want, Andrew?”

“What don’t I want.” He began but you cut him off before he could continue. You weren’t actually interested in anything he had to say.

Leaning forward, you mirrored Andrew, your legs falling between his own as you faced him. You propped yourself seductively, bringing the straw of your drink to your mouth.

Andrew was shameless in how he eyed you lustfully, his eyes lingering quite long on your chest. You were sure to shrug your thin bikini cover off your shoulder to expose yourself more.

“See something you want, Andy?” You asked flirtatiously.

Your phone buzzed again.

Clark must be watching. But how? He was nowhere to be seen on the pool deck, & it was relatively small. You needed to gain control, & fast.

“Like you need me to inflate your ego more.” Andrew said dryly but you could tell he was practically drooling at the mouth.

“Tell me what you want, Andy.” You angled your leg just enough so your ankle was being dragged against the side of his leg. Andrew laughed softly but bit his lip.

“I want to take you on a date.”

Perfect. Right where you wanted him.

Fanning yourself as if you were feeling hot, you sighed airily, “Hmm, maybe.”

“We can go wherever you want.”

“Mm?”

“I have platinum, whatever you want.”

It was sad how easy it was that he became puddy in your hands. But when you felt your phone vibrate once more, you couldn’t help the grin that appeared on your face.

“Tonight. 7. Pick me up. And you pick the place.” You began reaching for your things, “But don’t disappoint, Andrew. This is your one chance to impress me.”

Andrew, still absorbing the fact that you were accepting a date with him, stumbled over his words & feet as he stood to follow you.

“Ah, ah.” You held up your finger, telling him to not follow you, “I’ll see you tonight.”

He nodded, a boyish smile draped across his handsome features, “Okay.”

Tossing a look once more towards your girlfriends, you watched as they peered at you before departing from the pool deck. After gaining the upper hand with Clark, you’d feel much better & would then likely have a better attitude towards Liv & Nic. But first, you needed to go on this dreadful date with Andrew. And it would be dreadful, indeed.

Andrew was dressed to the nine’s when you met him in the lobby of your building. He complimented you on your own outfit before offering you his arm. You smiled knowingly to yourself when you felt your phone buzz from within your clutch handbag.

Ever since you left Lisette & while you were getting ready for your date, Clark had been losing his mind. He kept texting you but you never opened them. He wanted your attention so bad so you were finally giving it to him, though it was more for your entertainment than his. You hoped he felt as out of control as you had over the last couple weeks. This was only the beginning of getting the upper hand again. And once you had, it would stay that way.

Andrew’s driver opened the rear door for you as you slipped inside the sleek black Cadillac. Andrew spoke away beside you & you pretended to listen. As grueling as it was allowing Andrew to think he actually had a chance with you, the image of Clark growing angrier by the second kept you going. You didn’t know why he was so invested in you, but you wouldn’t waste it. He wanted to come between you & Ari. He would not come between you & anything else in your life. This was your life, not his game board.

The driver dropped you off outside of Jacque’s, one of Metropolis’ most extravagant restaurants. Only the elite class dined there. You had been there a few times over the years, but it definitely wouldn’t be your first choice. The portions were much too small for the price they were, even if you had all the money in the world to spend. Or in this case, Andrew’s money.

Once inside, the hostess led you & Andrew to the rear of the restaurant where the patio was. It was exceptionally beautiful out there & you were pleased when the hostess sat the two of you in a private booth near a fountain. Andrew nearly sat beside you, but you were sure to put your purse on the seat beside you so he would be forced to sit across from you.

Andrew chuckled awkwardly at that, attempting to brush off the rejection before seating himself across from you.

“I already put in our order before we arrived.” He revealed.

You did not like that. You didn’t trust his judgement, & even if you had, you were a big girl; the only person who was allowed to preorder your food was you.

But unfortunately, this evening wasn’t entirely about you. If Clark was watching, which you knew he must’ve been, you had to appear to be having the time of your life.

“Thank you, Andrew.” You preened, eyeing him flirtatiously.

A server appeared with a bottle of red, sharing the details of the bottle to which you mildly listened before he popped it open & poured the two of you a glass, “Your dinner will arrive shortly.”

Once the server departed, Andrew raised his glass, “To second chances.”

Pressing your lips together to keep from shooting him down, you simply raised your own & clinked against his own.

Taking a sip of the wine, you settled into your seat & eyed Andrew, who was sitting straight & proper like a good little boy.

“So…” He began.

You raised a single brow, encouraging him to continue.

“Why did you give me a second chance? I’ve been trying for years. What changed all of a sudden?”

“Andy…” You sighed, your finger gliding along the stem of your wine glass, “Shouldn’t you just be happy you got one. Does the reason really matter?”

He pondered that momentarily, clearly wanting an answer, but he knew you well enough to not push, otherwise his ‘second chance’ would get up & walk out the door.

“I guess not.”

Your phone buzzed again. But this time, it was Andrew who eyed your bag.

“It’s been doing that a lot tonight.”

“I have a stalker.” You revealed.

But Andrew only laughed at that, “Feel like that happens to you at least once a year.”

You shrugged at that. You’d had one other stalker before, back when you were nineteen, & your family’s P.I. was quick to discover his identity & get him caught by the police. But there had been none since then. However, you didn’t want Clark caught & punished. Not yet, at least. You still wanted to play with him.

“Do you know who it is?” Andrew asked.

You shrugged once more, “Maybe.”

Before Andrew could question further, your server appeared once more with two plates of food.

“Ribeye.” The server announced as he placed the plate before you, “And halibut.” Placing the fish before Andrew.

You watched as Andrew stared in horror at his plate, “I did not pre-order this.”

The server frowned, “The order said ‘halibut’—”

“No.” Andrew reeled backwards, pushing the plate away from him, “I’m allergic to fish!”

“I apologize.” The server reached for his plate, “There must’ve been a mistake.”

“There absolutely was. What kind of moron gets that mixed up?”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring their interaction as Andrew voiced his anger. You instead began cutting into your rib-eye.

“Andrew.” You caught his eye, “He apologized. It’s not his fault. They’ll fix it.”

Andrew pressed his lips together at that, “It’s just—I could have a severe reaction.”

“Oh, boo-hoo, Andy.” You looked up at the server then, “Thank you for fixing the mistake. He’s sorry for reacting like he did.”

The server nodded once before walking away with Andrew’s plate.

“My allergy is nothing to joke about.”

You chewed your steak, eyeing him, “Neither is being awful to the server.”

“Well, I just—”

“I think you should apologize.” You replied flatly, but your eyes dead serious.

“Why should I? They’re the ones who fuck—”

“Andy…” You reached for your glass of wine, “I don’t go on dates with entitled, whiney rich boys. Are you an entitled whiney, rich boy?”

“Yes. Well, no. I’m not whin—”

“Andrew…” You clicked your tongue, “Perhaps this was a bad idea.”

“No!” He shot upwards, “You’re right. It was only a mistake. I’ll go apologize now.”

“Mmm.” You smiled innocently up at him, “Good. Do that.”

Nodding once, Andrew followed in the wake of the server, disappearing inside.

You finally released a breath of air, staring openly at the empty seat across from you.

Your phone buzzed again.

Rolling your eyes, you finally pulled your phone out, your curiosity growing about what Clark would have to say.

You should have let him eat it.

A shocked, yet impressed smile formed on your face. Clark was… diabolical.

You closed the screen on your phone, returning it to your purse. Just as you did, Andrew returned.

“So?” You asked.

Andrew sighed irritably, “The chef said I called back & changed my order. But I didn’t. It was obviously a mistake on their end.”

You hid your smile behind your glass of wine. Or Clark.

“But I apologized.”

“Good.” You said before adding, “I think our server will deserve a 50% tip after having to deal with your tantrum.”

Andrew’s mouth opened at that but snapped shut when you eyed him challengingly, “Perhaps. As long as there’s no more screw ups.”

“I think that’s the end of them.” For now.

Dinner with Andrew continued without anymore issues & by the time the bill came, you guilt tripped Andrew into tipping 80%. He was puddy, after all.

Back in the Cadillac though, Andrew must’ve thought a date with you ensured some physical affection. He was quick to put his hand on your thigh, to which you brushed it off.

“Easy.” You smirked, “You think one date gets you in my good graces?”

“Ah, c’mon, _____. I just dropped like hundreds of dollars.”

You shrugged, “You picked the place.”

“Like you would’ve been happy with anything less than Jacque’s.”

You would’ve been happy with quite a lot of other choices, to be honest, but he didn’t need to know that. What he did need to know though is that he was getting absolutely no intimacy from you tonight.

“You want to get into my bed, you’re gonna have to do a lot more than embarrass yourself at a classy restaurant. I don’t fuck whiney boys.”

Andrew’s face soured at that before turning to face his window.

Good. You thought, the sooner you could get out of that car without his grubby paws on you the better. After all, you were looking forward to reading the thread of unopened texts that Clark likely sent you.

Twenty minutes later, Andrew’s driver pulled in front of your building. But before the driver could get out to open your door, Andrew beat him to it, offering you his hand as he did. You accepted but were quick to let go once you were out of the vehicle.

“Well, Andrew, thanks for the somewhat decent date.” Another jab. Your specialty.

Andrew scoffed lightly at that but was quick to brush it off, “I’ll walk you to your floor.”

But at the mention of your apartment, you couldn’t help but to look up, spotting your unit on the twelfth floor. Your bedroom light was on. Your heart hammered in your chest. You never left the lights on.

“That won’t be necessary.” You replied, eyeing your floor once more before glancing at Andrew.

“I insist.” He countered, beginning to walk towards your building but you were quick to halt him with your words.

“You take one more step, Andrew Song, & you can kiss your chances with me goodbye. I said ‘no’. Understand?”

Andrew’s eyes darkened at that but he ultimately raised his hands in surrender, “Just trying to be a gentleman.”

You rolled your eyes at that, “Or trying to get it in. Neither of which are you successful at.”

He licked his teeth annoyingly, glaring hotly at you, “I never had a real chance to begin with, did I? You just wanted a free meal.”

“Please, Andrew.” You smirked haughtily, “I could get a free meal anytime I want from anyone I want. You’re not special.”

He nodded at that but was not happy, “You’re a fuckin’ tease, ya know that?”

“No, Andrew.” You stepped forward to stare up at him, “A tease makes you think you actually have a chance. You know you never had one.”

With that, you cupped his face before gently patting his cheek, “Perhaps next time.”

“Yeah, right.”

Smirking at that, you dropped your hand & began walking towards your building.

Andrew mumbled under his breath but you didn’t care to really hear what he said. What you were more focused on was getting up to your apartment. Your heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through your body. Was Clark in your apartment? Was he that bold? And if he was… how did that make you feel?

These were questions you asked yourself as you rode the elevator to your floor, anticipating what may come next.

Clark unnerved you, sure, but he did not scare you. No one did. Clark, if anything, only probed your curiosity more & more. You wanted to see how far you could push him, & what pushing him too far would look like. This had been the most genuine fun you had had in a long time.

Unlocking the door to your apartment, you greeted by total darkness. Peering down the hallway, you also noted how the light in your bedroom was now off.

The hairs on the back of your neck raised.

He was here. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him. He was watching you from the darkest corners of your apartment.

Steeling yourself, you straightened your spine & began walking through your apartment to your bedroom, playing it off as if you knew nothing to be off. But every step you took had you on edge. You were no fool to how reckless you were being, but it only motivated you. He had put his hands on you once before, surprising you with how you reacted to it. What would he do next now that he had you entirely alone within the confines of your apartment? You hoped you would find out.

But as you entered your room & turned on the light, you noted nothing amiss. But he was there. Somewhere. He had to be. He was only waiting for his moment to strike.

You needed to draw him out.

Getting undressed, you disappeared into your bathroom & changed into one of your lingerie sets. It wasn’t normally how you dressed to sleep, but you weren’t alone. Eyes were on you. You wanted them to never stray from you.

Back in your room, you slipped a robe over your barely clad body, leaving the robe draped open before leaving to go to your kitchen. Again, as you entered the common area of your apartment, goosebumps erupted over your skin. The chills that wracked your body made your thighs shake. You bit your lip & kept your back to the rest of the room as you entered the kitchen.

Reaching into your fridge, you pulled out an already opened bottle of white. There was enough for one glass. You poured the rest of it into one of your wine glasses that hung beside the fridge.

But just as you were bringing the glass to your lips, you felt it. The air in the room shift. The shadow had come out. You felt him.

Placing the glass on the counter, you ran your finger along the rim, smirking in the dark to yourself.

“I only had enough for one.” You voiced, “We can share… if you like.”

A heavy breath sounded behind you, forcing a sharp inhale from yourself.

A foot thudded along the flooring, moving towards you.

“You knew.” He observed.

“Of course.” Your fingers moved to the edge of the counter, gripping it tightly, “You’re not subtle. Clark.”

You felt his chest press against your back, sending shockwaves through your body.

“You need to be taught subtlety. Throwing yourself at Andrew… I thought better of you.”

You leaned into his chest, biting your lip, “I had to draw you out.”

Clark gripped your sides harshly, his fingers digging into your skin past the silk robe, “You did this… for me?”

Sighing, your hands found his own, “You asked for it.”

Before you could speak another word, Clark spun you around so quickly you thought you would suffer from whiplash. Just as you stabilized yourself though, his large hand secured itself around your throat. In the dark, your eyes met, & you stared up at him as he glared down at you.

“You shouldn’t have done that…”

“Or… what?” You asked, your voice straining behind his fierce grip.

“Now, I’m going to really, really hurt you.”

A devious smile appeared on your face. Clark’s eyes fell to your lips, anger brewing behind his eyes.

“Don’t disappoint.” You challenged.

And then next thing you knew, Clark was suffocating you in life-ending kiss, his hand closing your airways & you had never felt so blissfully fucked up.

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stellamalonesolaria · 3 months ago

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BTS Jeon Jungkook x Reader X Kim Taehyung FF | Standing Next To You | mini series

pairing: husband’s brother! jungkook wife!reader husband! taehyung

warning: mild swearing, minor nsfw scenes, minor dni.

synopsis : when the time comes, will you choose your husband or your husband’s brother?

genre: rom-com, action thriller (you’ll know why eventually), love triangle au.

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Episode 1:

Y/N's pov:

"it's been two years and we have no new lead whatsoever in this case. i'm as distraught as ever.", my firm partner and associate Alex turns to me and says this. I sigh as there's nothing I could do either. "the evidence was completely tampered with leaving no substantial proof", Alex fumes, "you go home Y/N, your husband must be waiting for your arrival, we will investigate this further tomorrow, goodnight", I nod and say "Goodnight Alex."

I get into a cab to commute to my apartment where my husband and i reside together.

I've lost the spark. I was once known as the devil's advocate but as of now I can't even properly review this. if only someone could just find the missing puzzle to this mystery.

time skip

narrator's pov

you reach your apartment. You remove your shoes and place them in the shoe rack situated right near your apartment gate. You get in the house only to be greeted by the aroma of a delicious supper. You immediately furrow your eyebrows because your husband doesn't know how to cook and you don't have a housekeeper or a cook. You usually do the cooking.

"Taehyung, have you finally learnt how to cook?"

You teasingly ask your husband

"Babe he'll never learn how to cook in this lifetime and even if he does it's probably when the pigs fly"

You roll your eyes identifying the voice immediately

"Who gave you the right to insult my husband, Jungkook", you poke as you enter the kitchen to see the muscular man with alarmingly ferocious and eye grazing looks wearing an apron with bunnies embroidered on it

"And of course, you're wearing this apron", you laugh

Jungkook suddenly looks at you intently with a spatula in his hand.

"so instead of replying back, you're gonna physically assault me now? Jungkook you know i'm a lawy–"

you were cut short by this man looking you up and down and then whispering under his breath "still as ugly as ever"

You get mad and say, "still an asshole"

Jungkook rolls his eyes and then takes out a spoon, dips it in one of the dishes he's preparing and inserts it in your mouth

"how is it?", Jungkook asks

"can't believe this scrumptious meal is made by a dick like you" you reply

"scrumptious huh" Jungkook raises his eyebrows

"made by a dick" you remind him that you didn't compliment him

"i know you like my dick" Jungkook retorts

"I don't like microscopic things" you feel your cheek flushing with a shade of pink

"Exactly why you like my di-" Jungkook is interrupted by Taehyung's entry in the kitchen.

Taehyung's eyes are glued to your figure

"di-ctionary, right brother in law?" you stifle a laugh as you say that

"i meant to say dick but okay" Jungkook whines as Taehyung looks at the both of you perplexed. You notice that and chuckle silently.

"Dear husband, go to the dining room, I'll fetch your dinner apparatus" you then look at Jungkook, "Babe, go follow your brother as well, I'll manage the rest, thanks for this though", you wink at them as they both exit the cooking area.

in the dining hall

Taehyung's pov

Y/N sets up the table so meticulously as I watch her, she's beautiful, I keep admiring her features till my eyes set on my brother, gross, didn't even let me feast my eyes with the view.

"Hyung and Y/N, you both haven't even asked my purpose for this sudden visit." Jungkook states, clearly offended.

"Brother, you're here like every month, you practically live here", I respond to him thinking how much that disturbs my alone time with her

"Well that is because I miss you guys too much but the reason of my visit here is work related this time, unfortunately." Jungkook says, satirically of course.

Jungkook and Sarcasm are soulmates; he can't go on without sneering, it's like his life is empty without the touch of mockery in it.

"That means you won't be home much, good for us" I state coldly

"NO THAT IS NOT GOOD AT ALL, I'LL HAVE TO COOK FOR THREE PEOPLE, ATLEAST JUNGKOOK AT HOME HELPED OUT WITH CHORES AND COOKING BUT NOW I'D HAVE TO DO IT ALL ALONE", Y/N exclaims

both of us laugh at her words, she's just perfect.

Y/N's Pov

I sit down for dinner after i finish serving food to the brothers but as I'm just done sitting on the chair in tranquility, I hear my phone ring.

I get up from my seat to take the call. It's from Alex. It must be about the case, this is important.

"Y/N, I have received an anonymous tip related to this affair." Alex states, cryptically.

"Is it an integral piece of evidence?", I ask demanding for him to not beat around the bush.

"it's definitely a mind blowing one." he replies

"what is it, Alex?" I ask

"The witness protection program authorities just informed me that the witness has been officially released from their center recently" Alex goes off

"How recent, Alex", I ask

"Let me complete Y/N, the spectator has been discharged from the institute today—that opens up many possibilities—" Alex says

"—Like the eyewitness may be associated with the culprit or the witness was a ploy to deceive us and distract us from the real perpetrator" I finish his sentence.

"Yes and what's even more shocking is that the whereabouts of the person is near your vicinity" Alex continues

"Huh—that means I'll have to examine this case properly and go on a lookout for the witness, you're telling me I have to work as a private investigator on top of being a criminal lawyer?" I ask in disbelief

"Y/N you're more than capable for this—plus I've hired a secret agent to assist you with this mission." Alex states

I scoff

"Professionalism can go to hell right? this violates work ethics, you cant just hire a private investigator." I deadpan tell him this

"Y/N, we need to do whatever it takes to find the one behind this—you do not understand the severity of the situation" Alex says sternly

I have to comply with him either ways.

"Okay Alex, goodnight." I say

Alex reciprocates the wish and we end the call.

I go back to the dining room to see Taehyung and Jungkook seated at the table looking like they were waiting for me?

"You're back Y/N", Taehyung says acknowledging my arrival

I smile as Jungkook remarks "No, you're hallucinating Taehyung". Taehyung rolls his eyes of course Jungkook has said that.

I take my seat and we have our dinner

Narrator's pov

dinner :

"I watched this romantic movie recently, it was amazing" you state trying to start a conversation

"What was it about" Jungkook asks

"Idiot, first tell us the name of the movie no" Taehyung adds to Jungkook's statement

"Okay okay, it was about two brothers and their love for the same girl and the extent they were willing to go to pursue the girl and articulate their admiration for her via actions and do you wanna know who the girl picks at the end—" you are suddenly cut off by Taehyung

"Save the spoilers, I'd like to find it out on my own" Taehyung says sternly

Jungkook adds on to Taehyung's statement "of course the main lead would pick the brother most apt for her"

You just slouch your shoulders mockingly indicating that you won't be telling them anything regarding the movie now.

"All i know is it takes courage to be able to go to any lengths for your one true love—that's why I liked the movie honestly" you remark

Jungkook's pov:

love? that's bullshit. i can't ever see myself falling head over heels for someone to an extent where i can do anything for them—including sacrificing my life for them because i know i can't love anyone more than myself

Taehyung's pov:

i mean i do like Y/N but i'm not sure whether i love her and even if i do allow myself to fall in love with her—i don't know if i'd love her enough to go to any lengths to do anything for her

Taehyung's and Jungkook's pov: (in unison)

“i guess only time will tell”

Narrator's pov: at that very instant Y/N gets up to put her plate away into the sink but she ends up slipping and falling backwards.

Y/N's pov:

I fear I'd injure myself badly. I just know my head will severely get hurt. I close my eyes as I prepare myself for the painful fall— I feel a hand—wait no two hands—two very different hands—on my back.

I open my eyes slowly just to see Jungkook and Taehyung holding me by my waist.

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to be continued

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ariundercovers · 9 months ago

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Standstill (When Paths Cross Pt. VIII, Javier Peña x Reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Afab!Reader (No use of y/n!)

Length: ~3.2k words

Series Summary: Chucho's been like a father figure to you since he helped you out of a sticky situation on your second day in Laredo. What happens when you finally meet his son, the former-DEA agent, who just happens to ignite you in a way that you haven't felt before?

Chapter Summary: The next week. Some shared flan, and an unexpected question.

Chapter Warnings: no porn only plot, angst, (i promise this is the last plotty angst chapter!) spanish nicknames, idiots in love, Chucho being a Dad to two idiots in love (the poor man omg).

A/N: I made a moodboard for this series! I hope it doesn't suck. I've never been great at making them. But do let me know what you think, and if you can pick up on each image! ALSO - If you're so inclined, please drop a like and a reply/reblog! I live for your feedback, and it keeps me going and keeps me writing. Did you like it? love it? hate it? I want to hear all of your thoughts! And of course, just lmk if you'd like to be added to the taglist, too!

PREVIOUS PART (VII) HERE

It takes everything in you not to start calling Javi first thing in the morning, begging him to talk to you, to have a conversation, to hear you, or something. You’re regretting the way you lost it and stormed out, too. You let your emotions cloud your judgment, acted too reactionary, in the interest of yourself and not in the interest of your relationship.

But isn’t that what Javi was doing to you, too?

You heave out a frustrated sigh, staring into the abyss of your ceiling. At least you had work today to keep your mind busy and off of this mess of a situation. Belabored, you start to sit yourself up and dress yourself for the day. It feels mindless, going about your morning tasks like this, but you think some semblance of normalcy will actually help you get through these next ten hours. You can wait until then - reach out after you’ve let yourself fully cooled down, maybe.

If he’ll even answer you, that is.

You sigh, exasperated, and quicken your pace, trying to get through every step of your morning routine as fast as possible, figuring that if you keep yourself busy with moving quickly, your mind won't have time to whirr to a stop in the case of Javier Peña.

It doesn’t work.

You bemoan every action and step you took to get here, endlessly infuriated by your own inability to test out the waters before charging full steam ahead. You realize, reluctantly, that you probably should’ve eased into that conversation rather than blurt it out in the middle of the mall food court. You should’ve pressed him for more explanation, but gently, without engaging self-defense mode right away. There are a thousand things you wish you had done differently in hindsight. You can’t do anything about it now, though, so you pick yourself up, finish making coffee, and head out the door to catch the bus to the museum.

When you arrive, your co-worker, Anne, can tell right away that something’s wrong.

“Uh-oh. Trouble in paradise?” She asks you.

“Yeah. Something like that.” You sulk your way back to your office and unload your bag and the lunch you packed for yourself, tucking it away in the mini fridge on the other side of the room. Anne slides into the office, too, and takes a seat at the chair across from your desk, looking at you with expectant eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what happened or are you going to leave me hanging? Spill.” You sigh and look at your watch - you have a few minutes before the work day actually starts, and you figure you could use some additional perspective from someone besides Chucho. So, you go ahead and rehash the situation.

By the end of it, her eyebrows are about as high as the ceiling, and her head is propped on her hand, leaning forward on the desk as if to ask for more.

“His dad drove you home? Seriously?”

“Is that really what you latched onto after all of that, Anne?” She laughs at you and sits back in her chair, arms crossing gently over her chest.

“You know you went about that all wrong, right? Even the best-seeming guy gets spooked when you start talking about marriage and kids and stuff, you know?” You sigh in agreement, shrugging slightly.

“Yeah, I know. I know now. Things have just been going so well and I think about it all the time, I thought I could just ask, you know? We’re not kids, I figured it’d be at least something he’s thought about, even not in the context of the two of us.” You sigh, melting further into the chair as you shake your head in frustration. “What do I do?”

“I don’t know. It sounds like he made his position pretty clear.” The deep, heaving breath that follows from your chest is as dramatic as it is comforting.

“I know,” you finally respond. Anne sits up and looks at you with a forceful glare.

“So you have to decide, then. Is he worth losing those possibilities for the future? Or not?”

~~~

You take the week to regulate yourself back into your regular, daily life. You go to work, focus as hard as you can for as long as possible, then you stop at the store on your way home, cook yourself a real meal, and eat on the couch, alone, in front of whatever shitty movie you’ve picked out for yourself today. You’re bored. And lonely. And still unbearably and unbelievably heartbroken.

On Friday, you’re partway through the shittiest of movies that you’ve managed to pick out so far this week when your phone rings. Picking it up quickly, you hear a familiar gravelly voice on the other side.

“Mija.”

It brings a smile to your face immediately. “Hey, Chucho. What’s up?”

“I made flan. Care to stop by for some?” You chuckle lightly at his suggestion.

“Now?” You ask.

“Only if you want to,” he responds.

“Is Javi home?” He pauses, but answers nonetheless.

“He is, but he’s moping elsewhere, as is the usual these days.” Something tugs at your heartstrings when he mentions Javi’s mood, unsure whether it’s because you feel eased that Javi’s grieving the same as you, or if it’s because it confirms that Javi does, in fact, feel something for you.

“Who would I be to say no to flan?” You can practically hear his smile through the receiver.

“Come on, then. I’ll save you some.”

You hang up the phone with a quick sign-off and get yourself dressed - at least, a little more dressed than you are now. You throw on a sweater and some jeans, a pair of shoes, and grab your keys, bounding out of the door and down the steps, toward your car parked on the street.

The busy city streets quickly shift to the winding roads you know and love so much, leading you all the way back to the Peña ranch. As you pull into the familiar property, you park in front of the house and turn off your lights before sitting back in your seat for a moment. You take a deep breath and work yourself up to getting out of the car and going inside. This was Javi’s house, afterall… you might see him. But you’re also not sure what you’ll do if he does show up.

Finally deciding that you’re prepped well enough, you open the car door and stand, stretching your arms and back for a moment before walking up to the front door of the house that still felt so much like home to you.

The door opens before you can even reach the handle, Chucho looking down at you for the briefest of moments before he’s crushing you tightly to his chest.

“Mija. I missed you.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him - he always gave the best hugs - and sigh into the embrace. It’s much appreciated, on your part. It turns out you’ve been craving human contact.

“It’s only been a few days, Chucho.” He finally releases you and holds you at an arm's distance away, brows scrunches behind thick glasses as he looks you up and down.

“A few days where I thought you might not ever come back. They felt like forever.”

“I told you, Chucho. Nothing’s gonna keep me away, I mean that.” You offer him the most genuine smile you can muster and he finally releases you as you walk into the house. Javi is, as you figured he would be, nowhere to be seen. There’s a flan sitting in the middle of the dining table and you eagerly take a few steps in as Chucho closes the door behind you.

“Come on. Let’s get you some flan.” Laughing lightly, you follow him into the kitchen, reaching for forks as he reaches for the plates. You meet each other at the table and he serves up two too-large slices of flan, one to each of you, before you take a seat, Chucho at the head of the table and you just next to him. “So I take it you haven’t talked to him?” he prods.

You sigh and shrug, unsure how to answer. “I’m not sure what I’d say. I know I should try, but I can’t shake the feeling that he just doesn’t want me.” The incredulous look he gives you makes you snort slightly.

“Oh, mija, you have never been so wrong. He wants you desperately. He’s like an abandoned, grumpy puppy dog right now. He wants you, very much. Anyone can tell.” You smile nervously at him, unsure how much he knows, and how much you really want to divulge.

“Okay. Maybe that’s true. But he doesn’t want a future with me. And, to me? They might as well be the same thing.” He sighs and sets down his fork, propping his chin on his fist for a moment.

“You need to talk to him about it. I don’t think that’s true, either. I really don’t.”

“But he told me that. Not in so many words, but he said he doesn’t want a future with me. Not with me, not with anyone, Chucho. I can’t convince him of something he doesn’t even want in the first place.” He sighs and reaches across the table to take your hand, softly.

“If that’s what he said to you, know that it was a terrified little boy speaking, not Javi.” You tilt your head, brows scrunching as you try to piece together what he means. Chucho continues. “I know he probably said something horrible. Probably out of fear. You don’t have to tell me what, because it’s between the two of you, not me. But I know him. And I know how he is. He’s my son.”

There’s that word again.

Fear.

If he’s not afraid of you, then what is it? The future? Commitment? Kids?

You look down at the already nearly-empty plate in front of you and swallow thickly.

“Okay, Chucho. I get it.” You sigh, feeling like you’re at a stalemate. “I just don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I’m supposed to reach out to him or if I’m supposed to wait for him to come to me or something in between? I just don’t know.” You rest your head against the back of the chair for a moment until you hear the sound of Chucho’s heaving sigh.

“You’ll figure it out, mija. I know you will.” You look up at him with a smile and force yourself back to vertical, reaching for your fork once again.

“You have too much faith in me.”

“No. I have just enough.”

~ ~ ~

You sit with Chucho for a long while, talking back and forth about nothing and everything like you always used to, in the days before Javi came home. It’s easy, simple, and you appreciate the companionship greatly. He lets out a yawn, eventually, and stands up to excuse himself back to his room.

“Thank you, mija, for coming over. It was getting lonely without you around.” You stand as well and walk over to him as he wraps you up in a big hug.

“Thank you for having me, Chucho. You head off to bed - I’ll clean up. I can let myself out.” He nods back at you in response with a tip of the brim of his hat and turns, hobbling off to his room. He knows better by now than to argue with you about these kinds of things.

So, you set off to start cleaning up. You wrap the flan up in some cling wrap, and set it in the fridge before you grab your plates and move to the sink, washing each of them in turn. You dry them each on the dish towel that hangs from the handle of the oven, before you decide to go ahead and just wash the rest of the dishes in the sink, while you’re at it. Less for Chucho to deal with in the morning. When you’re done, you make sure everything out on the countertop is set back in its rightful place and you straighten out the chairs at the table.

You’re sliding on your shoes and reaching for your keys on the hook near the door when you hear the telltale sound of a doorknob and then a familiar set of footsteps moving down the hallway. You stop in your tracks, unsure how to proceed, until you hear the footsteps track closer to you, eventually stopping. Turning over your left shoulder, you look in the direction of the hallway, only to be confronted with the same one you had spent the entire week pining after.

“Javi,” you huff out with a breathy sigh. His lips turn up in their tell-tale smirk, a distinct 5-o’clock shadow graced across his jawline. His hair is tousled, more unkempt than he usually lets it get. And then he opens his mouth and speaks - the sound sending a shiver straight down your spine.

“Muñeca.”

You can see something brimming in his eyes as he steps further toward you, closing the distance between you two quickly. His hands stay firmly rooted in his pockets, but he’s now in breathing distance, right in front of you. You set your keys back down and turn fully toward him, looking at him from where you stand.

“I was just, uh… getting ready to head out.” You stumble, unsure of how best to approach this conversation. Fiddling your hands together, you look away, down at your feet, as the intensity of his gaze is too much for you to bear.

“What if you stayed?” He asks. Your eyes snap back up to his, taken aback by his suggestion.

“Stayed?” You couldn’t have heard him right, right? He nods.

“Yeah. Here. With me. I know… I know we need to talk about things. I know. But… We’ll talk in the morning. I promise. I just…” One of his hands leaves his pocket and swipes across his lip, in the way it always used to - albeit much more cockily before. Hesitantly, he reaches for you, his hand cupping the side of your face. His thumb brushes across your cheekbone and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes as you take a deep breath, the contact soothing you.

You blink your eyes open at him and nod once. He waits just long enough to see that you’ve truly said ‘yes’ before he’s wrapping you up into his arms, inhaling the scent of your hair like it’s a salve. Your arms circle tightly around his torso, grappling tight to his body like if you lose your grip for even a moment you might fall away from him entirely. You can feel tears brimming at your eyelids, but you don’t let them fall. Not now. Not yet.

You can hear Javi take a few deep breaths, arms squeezing you a little more tightly with each one, until he’s reluctantly pulling away from you, hands on each of your shoulders as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“Come to bed with me?” He asks you.

You hesitate - you’re not sure what to do, exactly. Do you want to stay? More than anything, really. But should you?

You blink back at him for a while, trying to figure out how you should respond. His face looks like its just as close to breaking as yours is, though, just as close to falling apart, and that realization is enough to solidify your answer.

“Okay, Javi. I’ll stay.” You nod in agreement with your words, a small smile up-ticking on his face, and he takes your hand, leading you down the hallway. When you make it to his room, he closes the door behind you and pauses, just long enough to pull you into him again so that he can press a gentle, tender kiss to your forehead. “Here, I’ll grab you a shirt-”

You watch as he fishes an old t-shirt out of his dresser for you, handing it to you before he turns back to you, seriously. “Do you want me to…” He nods toward the door, gesturing toward it with his chin. You scoff slightly and let out a small laugh, shaking your head.

“No. You’ve seen me naked plenty, Javi. I’m not shy.” He responds with a serious look and turns away from you, tugging off his own button up as he swaps it for a plain t-shirt, instead. You realize, suddenly, that he’s trying to give you some sense of privacy - a moment to change, alone, with a sense that he’s not entitled to look right now. Not just yet.

You get to it as quickly as you can, tugging off your jeans and sweater and folding them, setting them on one side of Javi’s dresser, before tugging on his t-shirt and climbing into bed. You look up at him from your seated position, eager to get your hands on him again. You know there’s a lot the two of you need to work through here. You know there are tough conversations ahead. But you’re also damn sure that you’ll crumble if you can’t have his arms around you as quickly as possible.

Eventually, he turns around, smiling at the sight of you in his bed. “Cariño-“ he starts, “my bed has never looked more comfortable.” You offer him a sleepy smile, reaching one hand out for him as he climbs in. He obliges, even though it makes crawling the rest of the way over to you more difficult, holding your hand in his and pressing his lips to it gently. When he makes it over to you, he lays down, pulling you into his side and against his chest. He inhales deeply, much like he did when he first wrapped you up in his arms earlier, and you ratchet yourself to his side, throwing one thigh over his hips and digging your fingertips tightly into his ribcage. There’s a possibility that this might actually be uncomfortable for him, you think, but it’s too worth it to bother adjusting. You need this right now.

He reaches down to gather up the sheets and quilt from where they’re bunched on the side of the bed and throws them over you both, tucking you in gently as he makes sure you’re properly wrapped up.

“This okay, mi amor?” You nod affirmatively into his chest and hum, happily, feeling an ease that had been missing over the course of the week.

“More than okay, Javi. Thank you.”

“No. Thank you. I know we need to… talk. But this is- this is good. Just like this.” Nodding again, this time, as you settle back against him, you let the persistent beating of his heart soothe you. You have lots to think about and talk through together tomorrow - or at least you hope you do - but he’s right. This is good. Just like this. You’ll figure it out in the morning.

~ ~ ~

A/N: I guess it's more feels than angst. But still. One of the big moments I've been working up to in this series is coming next - I can't wait to get it out for all of you tio read!

Let me know what you think! Your interactions and comments and criticisms and all of it are so so so very appreciated!

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angelsanarchy · 5 months ago

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Righteousness of Man: Kappa x Y/N- Mini Series PRT 06

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Y/n had recovered from Kappa's punishment rather quickly and she didn't let him believe there was anything wrong between them. She wanted him to feel like he had won whatever power struggle he thought they had going on. She wanted him to feel safe in his blind leadership.

He startled her out of her thoughts when he came into the trailer and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Did I scare you darlin?" Kappa whispered in her ear, moving her hair from the nape of her neck to kiss.

"I was lost in my own thoughts and didn't hear you come in." Y/n leaned back into his chest.

"I'm sorry." Kappa wasn't someone who apologized. She knew he still had slight doubts about her forgiveness but she kept reminding him that it was a punishment she deserved. She turns around in his arms and puts her arms around his neck.

"How was scouting with the boys? Find anything interesting?" Y/n asked as Kappa pulled her towards the bed. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap.

"Yes actually. Do you remember that machine man from the news? The astronaut? I'm pretty sure we found out where he lives." Kappa informed her. Y/n nodded her head fanning interest. Kappa could tell she didn't really care and he frowned.

"You're still upset with me, I know you are." He pushed some of her hair off her face.

"Kappa, I've already told you-"

"I know what you've told me and I don't believe you. I hurt you intentionally and I never gave you a chance to explain yourself." Y/n looked at him almost surprised.

"Explain myself?" She repeated.

"Why did you venture off on your own? What were you looking for?" Kappa asked softly stroking her thigh.

"It doesn't matter now." She brushed it off.

"It matters to me...please." Kappa's demeanor changed and Y/n felt suspicious. He had never been remorseful for any of his actions and for some reason, he was coming across as desperate for her forgiveness. She stood from his lap and walked over to a cabinet.

"Do you remember when we had a conversation about you being with men and women?" Kappa nodded at her question.

"You said you would never let another man have his way with you because you could never trust another man to have that kind of control on you." Y/n watched Kappa's face as she dug through a bag and pulled out a harness.

"So you think I want you to control me instead?" Kappa asked curiously.

"Well I figured we could build that trust-"

"You think we don't have trust anymore?" Kappa was quick to cut her off.

"Kappa..." She had never seen him in such a state before.

"What if I want you to hurt me like I hurt you? Would you be willing to do that?" Kappa asked. Y/n shook her head at him baffled.

"I'm not going to plow into you as some sort of revenge Kappa. I wanted this to be fun." Y/n started to put the harness back in the bag and he grabbed her wrist.

"Wait wait wait...I want to try...with you." He begged. Y/n looked him over and tilted her head.

"Take your clothes off." She said firmly. Kappa didn't even hesitate. He stripped completely naked and waited for further instructions.

"Lay down on your back." She pointed to the bed and he did as he was told while she pulled a few things from the bag and laid in the bed next to him.

"You seem nervous, don't you trust me?" She asked letting her fingernails scrape the skin of his torso.

"I'm not nervous. I want to give you whatever you want." Kappa explained.

"Bend your knees." Kappa lifted his knees and Y/n slid her leg underneath him, now running her fingers over his cock. Kappa closed his eyes and started to breathe carefully as she stroked him.

"Does that feel good?" She asked stroking him slowly. Kappa shook his head and moaned. She put lube on her fingers and traced the outside of his balls, making goosebumps appear on his skin. His eyes opened and she touched his knee.

"It's okay, just relax." She moved to sit between his legs and kept stroking as she used one finger to pry inside his hole. He grunted and tightened at the intrusion but Y/n kept stroking his cock with her free hand, licking at the precum as she slowly moved her finger inside of him.

"Th-that's not bad. It doesn't feel great but it doesn't-" Y/n inserted another finger and his eyes opened quickly as he hissed.

"Fuck!" Kappa gritted. Y/n mentally rolled her eyes knowing that once she put a cock inside of him, he'd be an even bigger baby. She didn't care though. She pretended to care for the sake of the show she was putting on but she didn't care if Kappa felt pain.

"How do people get off on this? There's nothing good about this." Kappa complained. Y/n knew she had to show him the pleasurable side of things or else he would get suspicious so with a shift in her digits, she sought his prostate making his cock jump.

"Whoa...whoa...what the fuck." Kappa's hand jumped to his stomach as he leaned up and looked at her.

"That's why people get off on it. This takes time, it's not something that should be rushed...ever." She put simply. Before Kappa began to apologize again, Y/n cut him off by continuously rubbing his prostate. He whined and squirmed as she remained forceful but gentle with him. He kept whimpering her name and biting his lip as his cock wept with cum. The moment she realized he was getting close, she sat back on her heels and got off the bed.

"Wh-what? Why did you stop?" Kappa questioned watching Y/n take her clothes off. She stepped into the harness and pulled the 5 inch flesh colored cock from the bag and fitted it into the harness. She gestured for Kappa to come towards her and he did, getting to his knees in front of her.

"Open your pretty mouth." Y/n said devoid of emotion. Kappa hesitated before reaching his hands up as if he were going to touch the siliicone cock but Y/n swatted his hands away.

"Did I say you could touch? No! Now put that mouth on my cock like the good little whore you are." Y/n gripped Kappa's hair and forced the cock into his mouth. She watched as he adjusted to the foreign feeling of having something in his mouth like this. She had figured all of his experience with men would have been on the giving end of things based on his selfish nature. She watched him gag and pull back but she yanked his hair.

"Poor baby, did I hurt your throat?" She mocked. Kappa's jaw hung slack for a moment at the challenge in her tone and this time gripped the straps of the harness and yanked her hips towards his face, deep throating the cock in his mouth. Y/n laughed as he fought back against his gag reflex until she had enough.

"Get back on the bed, on your belly." Kappa tripped crawling onto the bed and she could tell by the tension in his back that he was nervous. However his cock hadn't soften one bit since she started throat fucking him.

"Did you like sucking my cock? You like when I fuck your pretty throat." Y/n ran her hand down Kappa's pale ass and smacked it roughly.

"Yes." She heard how hoarse his voice was and she felt accomplished in having fucked his throat raw.

"Now be a good boy and tell Mommy what you want baby. What do you want me to do with my cock?" Y/n asked watching Kappa drop his head between his shoulders. When he took a moment to respond, she smacked his ass as hard as she could and he jumped.

"FUCK..I want you to fuck me. Please Mommy...please fuck me." Kappa pleaded looking back at her, face full of pitiful doubt. She played with his hole for a moment before thrusting forward. Kappa's back arched and his body shook from the pain. He cried out for her to stop or slow down but she didn't move. She could hear his breathing and waited for only a moment for him to adjust. She knew the pain he was in. She wanted him to feel what he did to her but she also knew she wasn't a monster.

She ran her fingers down his back and cooed at him to relax, reaching around to yank on his cock which had faltered just a bit from pain. She moved her hips slowly and he continued to whimper, gripping the sheets between his fingers roughly as he tried to breathe through it.

Y/n pulled back and rested her naked body against his back, gripping his hand that clutched the sheets beneath him.

"You're going to be okay. Just breathe baby." Y/n whispered in his ear as she started slow, shallow thrusts. She listened to his whimpers turn into moans and she pressed deeper into him making him growl.

"Harder. Fuck...fuck me harder." Kappa practically roared and Y/n gave him what he wanted. She could see how swollen his hole was as she pounded into him and felt when he started pushing his hips backwards onto her cock until he reached between his legs to try and jerk himself off but found it too difficiult.

Y/n pulled out of him, flipping him to lay on his back and shoving back into his ass so she could watch his face.

"I want you to cum on my cock. Can you do that?" Y/n continued to thrust into him and watch as she jerked himself off rapidly. When his blew his load, white streaks painted his chin and neck while he cried out and shook like he was dropped into the artic. Y/n pulled out of him and scooped the cum from his chin, pushing it between his lips. He took his own cum into his mouth and sucked on her fingers greedily.

"I love you...I love you so fucking much." Y/n didn't return his sentiment. She gripped his chin roughly.

"Tell Mommy thank you for letting you cum, you selfish whore." Y/n leaned down and Kappa smirked that cocky smirk he carried around the compound when talking with everyone else, almost like he had all the answers and we were just here for the ride.

"Thank you Mommy." The way it left his lips felt like a snake hissing poison from his tongue to her lips.

Y/n knew that in this moment, she had gained control of Kappa. She just had to figure out what her next steps were.

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pinkiemachine · 5 months ago

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hey!! i saw some of ur posts on my feed, and im just wondering, what is the gotham files series u have going on? is it like a recap of the storyline or something else? :3

So Batman: Gotham Files is the name of a tv show pitch of mine. Basically, if Warner Bros. came over to me and said, “Here’s the DC franchise, go nuts,” I would then begin to create a new DC Animated Universe, starting with Wonder Woman: Heir to Olympus—Wonder Woman’s first ever animated tv series. At first, it would have two seasons, and then we’d move on to Dawn of Superman, which would also go for two seasons, before finally reaching Batman: Gotham Files. It would also go for two seasons, and then we would launch Justice League: Heroes Rising for one, maybe two seasons as well, and then The Mighty Teen Titans for two seasons. From then on, it gets very complicated, because not only are we going to continue making seasons for DoS, HtO, Gotham Files, Heroes Rising, and TT, but we’d also kick off a Flash show, a Green Lantern show, and possibly an Aquaman show, but I’m still figuring that one out at the moment. Not to mention, there would be mini series too. Like, Supergirl’s Lost in Space years, and Red Hood and the Outlaws, and then there’s Young Justice as well. I’m still in the process of making a detailed timeline that tracks everything and keeps the ages and events straight, but it’s coming along.

Why am I doing all this writing? Well, let’s put it this way: I walked into this big, old Victorian Manor, and it was full-to-bursting with junk. There’s a lot of really good, really cool stuff in there, but it’s over-crowded, there’s mold growing, there might be some rats, and it DESPERATELY needs to be cleaned out. This is a metaphor. This was me when I tried to walk into DC. A normie, just trying to enjoy the franchise. I looked at the comics… and they’re a mess of conflicting timelines, retcons, reboots, world-ending events, changing backstories, and so many characters that it is dizzying. Then I looked for something more digestible, like the tv shows or movies.

…

I did not like the movies.

I like the OG Teen Titans cartoon…

That’s basically it.

I’m trying to watch Justice League, the animated series right now, I’ve seen the original Superman film from the 70s, I’m starting to watch the live action Lois and Clark show from the 90s, I want to get into Batman the animated series, but 1: a lot of these shows don’t feature all the characters from the comics, especially the ones I’d like to see depicted in a show, and 2: they’re all disconnected from one another, with conflicting backstories and different takes on different characters.

I am tired. It is so much work to just try and get into the DC fandom. Let alone stay there.

So I took it upon myself to perform a public service. I told myself, I would roll up my sleeves and write a new DCAU from the ground up. One where even the most normal of normies could jump in and learn about these much-beloved characters and enjoy them. One where the timeline was untangled and there’s a proper beginning, middle, and satisfying end. I will tell the most complicated interwoven story in the history of television just to appease my need for organisation in this forsaken franchise!

…

I feel passionate about things…

Anyway, hope this clears everything up :)

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imnotjaesblog · 1 year ago

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I Begin to Desire You. Call it Playing with Fire

Starring: Nakamoto Yuta, Kim Doyoung and Jung Jaehyun

Genre- Vampires, Supernatural, Poly Relationships, Smut, Angst, Slight Fluff, Jealously, and Strangers to Lovers.

Warning: Y/n’s age is not said but implied she is a little older, Yuta, Doyoung, and Jaehyun however are older than her. Also, there is mention of stalking but Y/n is not harmed or taken advantage of. An Animal Death scene will take place. Smut will take place in Part Two of this mini-series.

P.S. I will not have an eighteen-year-old date a 100-year-old man no matter how good-looking he is.

Loosely based on Favorite (Vampire)- Nct 127

This is a work of fiction.

12k Words

Enjoy:)

They watched you through their window like they had for the past couple of nights. They watched every night as you fixed your hair in front of your vanity readying for bed. You living in what you assumed was a safe neighborhood did not shy away from leaving the curtains apart, and your window ajar allowing a gentle breeze to flow in.

The men across the street used this to justify their actions. Watching as you applied creams to your face and body. Drooling at the sight of you slightly picking up your purple nightgown exposing your legs to the darkness. The moon is the only source of light they used to see your freshly clean warm skin. You applied the cream to your soft skin massaging it into your calf. Your dim lights created a warm hue on your skin. They could smell the sweet smells of your lotions through your window to theirs.

They'd do anything to be the one there massaging you instead. Making sure you were taken care of and had the best creams and lotions money could buy for your skin. They knew you tasted as good as you smelled. So sweet under their noses so much so their hearts burned at the feeling of you finishing your bedtime routine in your bathroom. When you returned your lips were covered in lip blam smelling of strawberries, the younger man's favorite fruit when he was once mortal. Now he can no longer taste the sweet, delicious fruit. Instead, he had to live his fantasies by smelling the scent of your lips.

They could smell your cat as well. The black feline that lay at the end of your bed.

The pair could unfortunately also smell your boyfriend. They sneered when he walked through the door every night still wearing his disgusting, old, and wrinkly work clothes. Top salesman at his job yet he couldn't afford better work pants or shirts. Their noses burned as well as their eyes at his scent. His smell was a mixture of sweat and a lady's perfume, they knew immediately was not yours, you'd never wear something so cheap.

They absolutely despised your boyfriend. They wanted nothing more than to steal him and cut his throat, drain him of his blood. But they didn’t, they knew you’d never love them if they took him. So they waited for you patiently, watching you through your window. You didn't bother greeting your boyfriend, he usually never responded, and when he did it was with a hum or a huh. He disappeared into the bathroom where he'd be in there for hours doing who knows what. Over the last few months, you had gone to bed alone. The pairs of eyes that lay on you through your window were another story.

Every time you felt like you were being watched you'd look towards your window and see nothing but trees and an empty road. Sometimes you might even see an Owl sitting on a branch. You had believed your mind was playing tricks on you. The cool wind and the hairs that rose on the back of your neck when you hesitantly looked towards your bedroom window. Or the cold sweats you'd get in the middle of the night from the oddest dreams. You assumed it was just the night taking advantage of your dreams as it did to everyone else.

Only this time tonight when you looked out your window passed the trees and straight to the window across from yours. The hairs on the back of your neck stood tall, you saw the shadows looking towards your direction.

Maybe your dreams were true, you thought feeling your body heat start to fade. Pairs of eyes on you glow in the darkness like animals stalking their prey. Were you safe under your covers from these monsters? you questioned. They didn’t turn away or keep their stares hidden. Instead, they continued to watch. The darkness that fell upon you didn’t allow you to see their faces. The moon only presents them with the sight of you. You shuddered, watching as one pair of eyes came closer staring deep into your soul. The flush of the toilet caught your attention. Your boyfriend emerged from the bathroom. You quickly closed the curtains turning back to your bed. Your boyfriend raised a brow but decided he was too tired to ask what your deal was. He grabbed his charger and walked out of your bedroom heading towards the living room where he stayed most nights. You were used to his distance not fazed by the fact you were alone while your boyfriend slept on a couch. You fell asleep pulling the blanket up to your face and covering your body.

The men still watched feeling proud of themselves for finally gathering your attention.

"Maybe she will dream of us tonight," one said closing the dark curtains to his bedroom. His mind and body relaxed to the sounds of your faint breath as you fell to sleep.

The morning arrived as quickly as the night with your boyfriend already off to work. You as well working from home in your own office just downstairs. Gathering everything you needed you made your way to your home office writing down ideas for a book. You had always been a talented writer, every teacher you've ever had told you so. Each encouraging you to write a book, your talent could not be wasted. So after procreating for long enough two years ago, you wrote your first book. You were lucky enough that it was a success, success that allowed you to live in this beautiful home with a boyfriend which you dislike. You don't even know why you still date him. One of the villains in your last book was based loosely on him and how arrogant and selfish he was. You needed to leave him you just didn't know how.

You sat at your desk typing away on your computer jotting down ideas for your new story. Lost in a trance of your fingers and mind working quickly against the keyboard you heard your doorbell ring. You ignored it like always going back to fiercely typing against the keyboard making sure no detail went missing. When the doorbell rang again you huffed in annoyance. You stood up pushing in your chair and rubbing your neck as you left your cramped office.

Sliding on your slippers you checked your peephole. A man stood in front of your door with dark black hair. You checked him out seeing his hands in his pockets as he patiently waited for the door to open. He chewed on his lip patting his exposed fingers on his slacks. Confused you looked to the left seeing a woman holding an umbrella over his head. Your lip rose and your eyes squinted, this guy really didn't want a tan you thought.

Debating on whether or not to walk away and ignore him you heard the doorbell ring again. Sighing you opened the front door ajar only letting a small part of your head peek through. The tall, lean man greeted you with a smile a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. "Hello," he said rather dapper. He waved his hand as the other remained over his stomach. He blinked a couple of times waiting for you to respond.

Still confused about who this man was you continued to navigate your focus between him and the random lady he brought with him. "It's nice to meet you," he said attempting to steal your focus but failing. You waved your hand motioning him to stop as you continued to check him out. "Who are you?" You asked nodding your chin. He bowed politely wearing a grin on his face.

"How could I have been so rude? My apologies Miss, I am Kim Doyoung. I live next door," he bowed then pointed to the manor next to your home. You nodded checking out the exterior of his chateau before you turned back to the lady. "Who's this?" you asked motioning to the lady. "Ah Ah forgive me," he placed his hand on his chest then motioned to the lady beside him. "This is my assistant Irene. She travels everywhere with me," the woman remained silent just nodding her head in approval. You did the same checking her out one last time.

You looked back at Doyoung who was already looking at you. "What brings you here?" you asked. Doyoung waved his hands remembering the news he had to deliver. He motioned to Irene to give him something. She dug into her pocket and he motioned her to hurry up. When she glared at him he stopped waiting patiently for her to finish. When she had successfully found what she was looking for she pulled it out of her jacket pocket handing you an envelope. Doyoung sighed wanting to be the one to give it to you.

"This is for a dinner party I am hosting tonight. If you can please come," He slightly pleaded holding his slender hands together. You twisted your brows holding the white envelope with the red stamp in your hands. You huffed checking out the piece of paper and nodding your head. Doyoung grinned excited you'd be joining them. "I'll think about it," you said looking up at him and then Irene. His grin fell replaced with a disappointed sigh. His head fell looking away from your eyes. He nodded understandingly patting Irene on the shoulder to leave.

"If you can please come," Was the last he said before he disappeared with Irene into what you assumed was his car. You closed your front door returning back to your office upstairs. You placed the closed envelope on your desk next to an open notebook, notes jotted down on the paper. You continued to work on your book as the invitation lay flat on your desk. The invitation had laid there until later afternoon when you finally decided to take a break.

Going to get your second cup of coffee you picked up the letter holding it in your hands. The paper wrinkled from being tossed on the floor so many times when you elbowed your notebook and the paper flew to the ground. The red stamp closes the letter from being opened with hard as a rock. You wouldn't be able to open it without a sharp object. You opened one of your many draws picking up a box cutter. Using it you opened the envelope to an invitation.

Dear reader, We are hosting a small dinner party tonight. We would be the utmost grateful if you attended our party. The dress could be business casual, but you may come as you, please. Your presents are welcomed at the hour of blue, just before sunset. We hope to see you there dear neighbor.

-D.

This man must be really into events, he writes like an old man he must've been doing this for a long time you thought. You checked the time seeing you had a couple more hours before sunsets. Holding the paper in your hands you read the letter again chewing on your bottom lip and deciding whether to go or not. "It could be fun," You thought out loud. You looked over at your cat who sat by the window.

You walked over gathering it in your arms and petting it. You still had much left to do with your story. You had given yourself a deadline that by fall you would be complete, it was already late Summer. You sighed petting the cat's black fur, It purred in your hands rubbing against your stomach. "Lucy what do you think?" you asked the cat who could only stare at you in response. It blinked its eyes looking away from you. You chuckled looking out towards the window and seeing the trees just outside your home.

"Maybe I will go," you said out loud petting Lucy. You kept your stare towards the distance allowing yourself to relax seeing the sun shine brightly, not a cloud in sight. You turned back to your desktop sighing. You set your cat aside its tail swaying side to side as it lay on the window watching you sit down and continue your work.

It was around four when your boyfriend came home from work exhausted. He threw his jacket aside falling on the couch. He took off his shoes and ran a hand through his brown hair. Letting out a puff of air as he shut his eyes for a moment. Your cat coming down the stairs stole his moment of silence.

He grimaced at the cat watching as it swayed its tail walking through the living room to its bed. It stared at your boyfriend not bothering to lay on him or cuddle with him. He disliked your boyfriend Jeno too, the feeling was mutual. You came downstairs seeing your boyfriend sitting lazily on the couch. You shook your head deciding whether or not to tell him about the dinner party later on. He only had an hour and forty minutes to get prepared for it and he hasn't exactly been easy to work.

"Jeno," You called from the bottom of the staircase. He hummed shutting his eyes again trying to enjoy any bit of silence he could get. You walked closer entering the living space. "All the people in the area have been invited next door to a dinner party tonight. It starts in about two hours so if you want to come be ready to go by then," you said placing a hand on your hip. He sighed opening his eyes again his peace disturbed by you. He sat up lifting himself off the couch and walking past you. You rolled your eyes turning back up the stairs, your cat standing up and following behind you.

At the blue hour, you were ready to go. You picked up the innovation just in case you needed it to enter. You took a glance at it placing it in your purse. Then for a moment, your heart jumped. You reached into your bag pulling it out. You checked the invitation reading it closely. It had changed. The dress code and the decoration of the paper. The once red and white invitation was now red and gold. You read it closely business casual turned into a full-on gown.

Dear reader, My brothers and I invite you tonight to join us for a dinner party we will be hosting. The party with start at the hour of blue and will be held at our home. The theme is a sexy masquerade, so come in your best-dressed suits and dresses. Attendance is welcomed but not mandatory.

P.S. If you do not have a mask one will be provided for you Also, drinks will be served so don't bring your kids. -Y

So Doyoung didn't write this? You thought of seeing the letter Y instead of D like the letter from earlier. Still shaken by the sudden change of everything on the small piece of paper you decided to go anyway.

You left the innovation on the dresser in your room where Jeno could see just in case he changed his mind. You took a picture of it just in case it decided to change colors again and went to change your entire outfit, luckily having some time left to do so. When you finished getting ready you stepped out of your bedroom where a deep purple silk dress outlined with black lace. It had a low cut outlining the curve of your breasts but not too much still leaving the valley hidden under the fabric. You had done your makeup really focusing on your eyes since even though your face would be hidden by the mask your eyes would still shine. You paired the dress with a pair of black heels and a long black silk coat flack feather puffing out at the end.

At first, you had thought the look would be too much and had almost opted for a simple summer dress but living right next door to the party allowed you to see the people who arrived and what they wore. The women showed up in sexy but classy dresses and their husbands in suits and ties. Everyone looked stunning in their outfits, especially when the couples matched. It had made you sad Jeno would make you attend alone. However, this wouldn't be the first event you would leave him behind.

When you came down the stairs you were surprised to see Jeno standing at the front door beside Doyoung. You came down the stairs quickly standing beside Jeno who wore a t-shirt and basketball shorts, his messy hair falling over his eyes.

Doyoung on the other hand dressed in a low, v-cut black suit. His forehead is on display gracing the neighbors and you with his beauty. His eyes widened and his heart thumped the moment you came down the stairs. He had seen you in a yellow dress before when you first moved into the neighborhood two years ago. It was summertime and you were in a summer dress bringing in boxes with Jeno.

He wanted to help you but couldn't, the sun just had to shine so brightly that day. He took in the sight of you standing in front of him, forgetting for a moment he wasn't picking you up to sweep you away and leave this house. He didn't even mind your boyfriend was standing there watching as he practically gawked at you. But he composed himself, he wasn't here to steal you away. Instead, he was here to give you something.

"Doyoung, Hello again," you said bowing at his presence. A part of you happy to see the gorgeous man, even though you would see him again in a couple of minutes. He bowed back placing his hand over his stomach his posture perfect, like a prince. "Hello, Y/n and…?" he knew your boyfriend's name he just didn't care enough to say it. "Jeno," he said waiting for the opportunity to leave.

“Jeno," he said flatly turning back to you. He never understood what you saw in this man. He was lazy and unreliable. He never showed you any attention or care, just tossed you away every day and night. Sometimes he would even go hours without being in the same house as you hanging out with his friends or mistress and recently he saw her more than ever before.

He was disgusted by him and didn't understand how you weren't. "Well I have brought a gift for you," he said showing you the red velvet box in his hands. He opened it exposing the golden mask inside for you. Your eyes glowed staring at the golden mask, what was left of the sun shining shimmering on it. "I apologize for only having one. I was not aware of your presence," he said to Jeno who suddenly began to become interested in the encounter with the unfamiliar man. He had met everyone in this neighborhood, why hadn't he met him?

You took the box from Doyoung's hands. Jeno looked over at the mask and then back at Doyoung. "I hope you like it," he said observing your face as you continued to stare in awe at the mask. Doyoung couldn't help but smile. If he could he'd give you anything, including the world just to see you smile. Jeno huffed crossing his arms over his chest quickly becoming annoyed with the stranger at his door. "I assume you will not be attending," Doyoung said clearing his throat. He looked Jeno up and down seeing the grey dirty socks on his feet. He wiped his fingers of dust as he waited for Jeno to reply.

"I am," Jeno said. Doyoung hadn't expected to hear that tonight. He widened his eyes his hands falling. He sucked in a breath relaxing.

Composing himself he smiled without teeth. He bowed his head politely, "Of course. I assumed based on your attire you would not be joining us. How foolish of me, you too will come together," he said stepping back. He turned to you and then Jeno bowed as he said goodbye and walked down the few steps in the front of your home and back to his house. Jeno walked away the minute the door closed and into your shared bedroom. Deciding you had already waited enough for him you put on your shoes and went to the party.

"Will she come," one of the men asked Doyoung who came back home wearing a defeated look on his face. He and his brothers stood in a long grey hallway barely hidden from the party. People began to gather in their ballroom swaying to the classical music that played. Doyoung sighed his head slightly falling, he nodded his brown hair barely moving from the hair gel. A gentle piece of his hair fell over laying on his forehead. "She is coming but not alone. She's bringing that wretched boyfriend of hers," he said disgustedly. His brothers huffed, one even rolling his brown eyes.

"So what are we going to do?" one asked placing his hands in his pants pocket and letting out a puff of air. Another shrugged, "We could eat him," both men turned to their brother with wide eyes and pale expressions on their faces. "Do you have no sense?" Doyoung asked his brother who just shrugged taking a sip of his drink. "Yuta that is a terrible plan," The other said shaking his head. He took his hand out of his pocket and ran it through his long brown hair.

“We need to find a way to separate them, without killing him," he said looking at Yuta who could care less. He always assumed killing your boyfriend would be faster and more efficient. You'd be available a whole lot quicker and wouldn't have to worry about an ex. He didn't take into account that one you'd be sad and would need time to heal and two if you ever knew he killed him you'd hate him, even if you didn't like your boyfriend.

"It's he being unfaithful to her? We can expose him," The final brother said. Doyoung thought about it tapping his chin. He crossed one arm over his chest leaning his other on it to hold his chin. It wasn't a terrible idea, but how would they make you see? He snapped his fingers together in an Ah ha! motion. He clasped his hands together wearing a smile that exposed his gums. "What is it?" Yuta asked watching Doyoung march down the hall. The other two followed close behind passing by statues and benches so sit down on them just in case you got tired of such long hallways.

You had arrived just outside the large home. Your eyes had moved their way from the fountain, from the mountains behind the home, and to the bottom up until the very top of the chateau. "Wow," is all you could say as fancy cars were parked outside the manor. You placed your mask over your face passing by a couple wearing silver masks with matching blue outfits. Your eyes followed to the side of the home seeing two men posted on each side. How rich were these people? you thought as your eyes continued to glow under the lights by the fountain.

Walking further to the chateau you couldn't help but gawk at all the old paintings and statues placed in different parts of the room you had entered. When you arrived a man dressed in black and red approached you wearing a black mask covering his eyes. "Welcome you must be Ms. Y/n the author who lives next door," He said sending a polite smile and raising his brow. You nodded and he smiled. "Excellent!" he exclaimed. He motioned his hands to the right. "Please follow me this way, I'll guide you to the party," he said walking slightly ahead of you to get to the door so you wouldn't have to open it. You gladly accepted the kind gesture until you had slightly turned your head and seen the couple before you walk through the door on the left.

"Are we going the right way?" you asked unsure if you should continue to follow him. He remained silent walking down the long gloomy hall surrounded by a thousand doors. Your heart began to quicken at the littlest sounds you heard. Take a glance out the window and see a garden and then a red maze. Turning back to the man who cleared your throat. "Excuse me I'd really like to get to the party if you would just take me there, that would be perfect-"

"Don't speak Miss, I am taking you where you need to be. You just need to trust me, alright?" He said darkly. You shook your head picked up your dress and turned away. You began to speed walk down a hallway that felt like the more you stepped the longer it got. You could hear the man's dress shoes pacing behind you on the shiny dark floor.

Deciding not to turn back you started to run. You could hear his pace pick him sounding so dangerously close to your ear. You slightly turned your head seeing him behind you, luckily at a distance. Your heels clicked on the floors as you ran quicker hoping to reach an exit. You picked up your face seeing the doors you had entered through at the end of the hallway. Taking another glance behind you, you noticed the man still close behind. You weren't going to make it to the exit. Catching your breath you walked into a nearby room.

The room was dark and cold, with only a candle placed in the middle on top of a round table. You went to move further but heard movement from the outside. You paused holding your breath so the figure couldn't hear. You looked down at the very bottom of the door seeing the shadow of feet walking and forth.

"Did you find her?" a man asked. The man from before was not alone, two pairs of feet were just outside the door. Quietly not to make a sound your shakey hand leaned closer to the lock. "I'm sorry she got away-"

"Well find her then!" the man shouted. You figured they could only be talking about you. You locked the door staring intensely at the lock as it clicked. Your body froze. Eyes widened and focused on the doorknob. The sound alarmed the two men, their ears perking up at the sound. "What was that?" the man who guided you down the hallway asked. The other shrugged, "I'm not sure. Let's get back to the party you have more guests to tend to," the stranger said. "Yes sir," The guide said the two walking away. You sighed in relief feeling the dark walls for a light switch. You find it flicking it on and illuminating the room.

Turning around to realize you bumped into a body. Terrified you slowly followed the outline of his body with your eyes meeting the man with your own. Only it wasn't the same man from before. This one was much taller, younger, and had much longer hair. He was wearing a red mask paired with his red and black suit. You bowed unsure of how else to respond, clearly you had stumbled upon the wrong room. "I'm sorry," you said. "The man outside was chasing me so I hid away in here," you said truthfully. You took a peek at the room, it was a study. Potions and other colorful liquids were placed around the room on sleeves. Books upon books surrounded the room. The books were placed so high there was a ladder to reach them. You looked to your left seeing a leather couch placed in front of a fireplace. You noticed on one of the tables an open notebook, a pen laid beside it words on a page not yet full. "Don't worry," The man said catching your attention. He stood tall in front of both hands in his pocket. You nodded turning to leave the man to his work. "Wait," he called. You paused turning back to him. "Yes?" you asked. He sighed happy you decided to stay. "I would like to know who you are, your face to be exact," You nodded forming an O with your lips. You untied the mask from behind your head letting the golden fabric slide against your neck. You held the golden mask in your hands as you looked up at the man. He stood back in slight shock. He had only ever seen you from the window. You look so beautiful so up close, like an Angel.

He cleared his throat fixing his posture. He couldn't look like such a slouch in front of you. He adjusted his blazer swallowing his Adam's apple bumping up and then down. He extended his hand, "It's nice to meet you. My name is Jaehyun," he said. You let your hand meet his shaking it. He bowed slightly to be both polite and to get a better look at your features. He smiled doing his best to keep his teeth hidden from your iris.

"It's nice to meet you Jaehyun, I'm Y/n" he held your hand for a little too long so you pulled away. Holding your hand in your own from how cold it felt. "You must live here? You asked making small talk and stealing Jaehyun from his trance. He nodded, "Yes. This is my study. Would you like a tour?" he asked holding out his arm to you. You nodded but didn't accept his arm. He didn't pester you about it and guided you through his study.

"So that's pretty much it, but one thing," he said smiling eyes glowing under the candlelight. You raised a brow standing on the other end of the table. Over the time spent in the room, you began to consider Jaehyun someone you could be friends with. It would be nice to make some more friends besides the neighbors down the street. They had invited you to a birthday party once, however, the party was for their child and you had no children.

"What is it?" you asked. He chuckled turning away and walking to a nearby shelf. He picked up the box dusting it off in the process. He placed it on the counter opened it and pulled out a purple vile. He placed a couple of drops into a cup of water handing it to you. Confused you looked into his eyes shaking your head. "What am I supposed to do with this?" you asked pointing to the cup. "Drink it," he said not moving a single part of his body, including his eyes. You scoffed surely he wasn't being serious. You would never take a drink from a stranger, regardless of how nice he was acting. You pushed it away shaking your head. It almost spilled but Jaehyun caught it in record time.

"I am not drinking that," you said. You had no idea what that purple stuff was. It could be drugs or horrible-tasting juice, regardless you weren't gonna take any chances. "Just take it," he said this time handing you the cup. You raised your lip in disgust getting ready to walk away. "I told you no, weirdo," you said walking away. As you walked towards the door you felt his hand grab your forearm. You turned to pull away but stopped. You were pulled into the dark void of this gaze. His mask was removed from concealing his face anymore. His eyes glowed a dark shade of yellow. Falling deeper into the black hole of his eyes.

The party and drink long forgot as you stand still, unable to talk to move. Your mouth is slightly agape when you raise the drink to your lips. "Be a good girl and drink it," he said watching closely as the drink found your lips. The cup of purple liquid touched your lips slipping past them and sliding down your throat. You remained in eye contact with Jaehyun until the very last drop was gone. Once you were done the cup fell to the ground and you ran away finding your way to the ballroom.

Jaehyun remained placing his mask back on and followed behind.

The ballroom was filled with people dressed in suits and gowns wearing masks that concealed the top half of their faces. Some did wear masking covering their whole face as well. Your eyes danced around the large room seeing a golden chandelier placed above you. You smiled seeing all the pretty lights glow as the music played from the band that had taken the stage at the start of the party. "Some dinner party," you said looking back at all the people. A man came up to you holding a tray of drinks. You gladly accepted one thanking the man as he walked away smiling. You sipped the alcohol letting it slide down your throat. You held the glass In your hand watching everyone else dance as you swayed alone.

"Now this is no way to treat a lady," You heard a familiar voice from behind you. You turned around to see Doyung supporting a new look with his hair. A strand of it rested upon his pale forehead. It suited him well. He also wore a green mask on his face. You smiled as he bowed and you bowed back holding onto your drink making sure it wouldn't spill. "Where is Jeno?" he asked looking around. You sighed letting your shoulders fall. Doyoung picked a glass from a nearby server. He clinked it against yours cheering. You took a sip letting the drink simmer down your throat. "I don't think he's coming," you said. "I had a feeling he wouldn't. He doesn't even come to events I've planned," you confessed holding your drink and watching as other couples laughed or danced. Doyoung while hating your boyfriend felt sorry for you. A lady should never arrive at such a party alone. She should have someone on her arm to protect and show her off.

He sent you a half smile holding out his hand. He noticed the way you kept fantasying about all the people who swirled around on the dance floor. It had been so long since you danced, especially with a partner. "Care to dance with me?" he asked gently holding his hand out. You hesitated for a moment before you finished your drink and took his hand. Doyoung was a great dancer. He held you close but with a respectful amount of distance. He placed his hand in yours and his other on the middle of your back stepping with you every move you made. You twirled around with him for what felt like hours. He looked like an absolute prince and he treated you like a princess with the way he held you and spoke to you. He made you feel so seen and heard. He made you in this moment like nobody else was around just him and you.

You felt his movement slow as the man tapped him on the shoulder with dark black hair. "May I step in?" he asked. Doyoung nodded sending you a smile. He lightly squeezed your hands as he let go stepping aside to find his other brother. You took hold of this new man whose face was covered with a purple mask. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Yuta," he said leaning down and kissing your knuckles. You chuckled holding your hand faintly over your mouth and hiding your smile. For some reason like Doyoung, you felt close to this man and all you knew was his name, and for a moment, just a moment you forgot all about Jeno.

"Why don't you kiss me," Yuta slurred. The room began to spin and your head began to turn. What is in this champagne you thought as you continued to dance with Yuta. You held onto his shoulders wearing half a smile on your face unsure of how many Yuta's you were seeing. His voice like the music faded into the background. "Huh?" you said smiling your fingers dancing on his shoulder. He chuckled darkly eyes turning black. "Kiss me, my love," he said. You shook your head giggling. "No I have a boyfriend," you said thinking of Jeno for a moment. He still hadn't arrived at the party. Yuta chuckled continuing to dance with you. He held your hand gently in his as he swung you around the dance floor.

"Some day you will my love," he said confidently. He leaned down to your ear. "Once you get away from your cheating boyfriend," That seemed to have woken you up. You pushed him off and looked around. The room was completely empty, wiped of any human being that had been here through the night. Your eyes squinted as you tried to figure out where time had gone. "I don't understand. Where is everyone?" you asked looking around the room. You turned around to see Yuta still there a smile on his face.

"You were asleep for a while my love," he nudged his head to the ain't windows placed behind the stage that was missing a band. The sun was rising and when you turned around Yuta was gone. Deciding you were done with the questions you headed towards the exit only to be met with Jeno. "There you are!" he shouted walking up the stairs of the large home to you. Your face still wearing your shock barely registered his presence. "Y/n? Y/n!" he called but his voice sounded like a whisper. You looked over seeing both Doyoung and Yuta in the garden of their home a large umbrella placed over them by two tall women wearing black.

You felt your head begin to spin again and this time you clasped Jeno catching you before you fell.

It was the middle of the night when you woke from your nightmare. You leaped out of bed feeling better than ever. You looked around the room including the bathroom seeing no sign of Jeno. You left the room checking the others on the second floor. Aftering failing to find him there you moved down the stairs checking every room from the third bathroom to the basement. You huffed not finding him anywhere. Then you thought for a moment. Usually after work, he goes to a bar with his friends not too far from his job. Putting on a different paint of clothes and your shoes. You grabbed your purse and walked outside to your car. You hopped inside strapped your seatbelt and started the black car. You drove down the street to the bar you knew he'd be at.

When you arrived you realized this was not a bar in fact it was a club, lie number one you counted. You didn't even bother waiting in line and when the bouncer stopped you, you showed him your ID and said "My boyfriend is really drunk, he's inside and I need to get him home," you said to the large man wearing black. He sighed nodding his head seeing your leggings and large sweater paired with slippers were not really for the club. He opened the door for exposing you to the large number of people who danced inside. You walked feeling the vibration of the music from under your feet. Quickly you moved around people trying to find him. You pushed past a couple making out and friends dancing as you searched for him. You hadn't even noticed when you walked past a familiar pair of eyes watching and sipping his drink surrounded by women as you searched for your boyfriend.

You had finally spotted him surrounded by his friends a drink in his hand and his shirt untied. A girl sat on his lap her skirt riding up as she grinded on him. You walked over furiously grabbing a hold of your bag. Yuta pushed all the girls off of him to get a closer look.

You had braced yourself marching over to him planning your confrontation in your head. You would pull him away from her and take him home, deal with him there. Instead, you didn't, your plan had taken a completely different path.

His friends tried to warn him as you came closer, but it was too late. You pulled the girl off by her hair throwing her to the side. You took a quick look at her realizing it was a woman he worked with, her name tag still on from the company he had just become a manager at. You scoffed even more angrily than before. This wasn't just some random girl from the club. It was some plain Jane from his job, someone he worked with, someone at two Christmas parties you met. She acted so nice to you, even bought your book and asked you to sign it. You regret signing it now, but that was beside the point.

You turned to Jeno, his nostrils flared. He had been gone for months and this was why. Why couldn't he just leave you instead? Why did he have to lie?

"You can't be serious," You said crossing your arms over your chest. He raised his hands up in defense. "Baby I can explain," You slapped him in the face hard with your purse causing his whole head to turn to the right. His friends began silent and bystanders nearby came for a closer look, Yuta mixing into the crowd. He scoffed his cheek stung and had turned red but he didn't touch it nor hold it. Your chest heaved up and down as the position of your arm from the slap remained in the same position.

He turned to you slowly controlling himself along with his anger and embarrassment. The girl on the ground got up and stood in front of him. "Baby are you okay?" she asked tending to him. He waved his hand away from her turning his body. "Baby?" you asked surprised staring at him as he moved away. "Your dating?!" you yelled feeling every feeling you had bottled up erupting out of you like a volcano. "Look Y/n can we go home and talk about this? This, not the place-" "No but it's the perfect place for you to fuck her, right?" you said smiling. You looked mad as you continued to press him in the club.

"This is a perfect place to hide away instead of dealing with your problems. I mean instead of talking to me and telling me how you feel or even breaking up with me you cheat like a fucking coward," You said not missing a beat with every word and curse you threw directly at him like gunshots.

"Jeno is she the only one?" you asked crossing your arms and sucking in your lips. You raised a brow, "Huh? You better answer my question," you said sternly. He looked around at his friends, hopeless in this situation they remained silent even the girl who watched also wishing he'd answer. He shook his head his hair falling in front of his face as his head fell lower.

"Pick your head up you are ashamed you are embarrassed," You said your chin held up high. You put your purse back on your side the band remaining crossed over your body.

"Look at all these people here watching you get caught, like a rotten child. And you," you pointed to his friend group. "You've all been to my house. I've fed you all and let you sleep on my beds and this is how you thank me? You help a man cheat on the woman who fed you all!" you shouted gathering more attention from the people. Yuta sat back watching proudly, he was one step closer to getting what he wanted.

He also was taking down notes like never to piss you off.

You looked towards the girl scoffing. "You knew he had a girlfriend and you fucked him anyway and now your crying because he fucks other girls behind your back," You said getting closer to her flushed face. Hot tears streamed down her face. You wanted to hit her and punch her but your shakey hand held back deciding you really didn't have much to say to her.

"Or maybe you knew he fucked other girls and you're sad that you're a hoe who thought she was gonna become a wife and didn't," you said hearing some Ooos from the crowd. Ignoring them you turned back to Jeno ending this show.

"Jeno you are a sorry excuse for a man. You are lazy and irresponsible and I should have left you in the city when I had the chance. You are a good-for-nothing boyfriend and lover. Don't bother packing your shit, I'll have it sent to you by morning. Goodnight," You said pointing to him before you walked away and out of his life. Yuta smirked walking outside the club and following behind you. He thought about approaching you but realized he had to send the glorious news to his brothers.

You drove him your entire body heated up. You slammed on. the gas and got home at record speed. You slammed your car door marching inside. Throwing your shoes off you marched upstairs opening your bedroom window. You threw all of his clothes, shoes, and personal items outside on the ground. You destroyed it all, which you had every right to do. You had paid for everything he had including where he laid his head every night and day. Destroying everything in a fit of rage some of the neighbors began to wake up, looking outside their windows to see where the noise came from.

Not used to so much excitement in a quiet and small street they all watched and one had called the police. Jeno had arrived around the same time they did. he ushered them away explaining you were angry at him for his behavior. It seemed to have worked and they left seeing you weren't being that loud nor disturbed, only one person had complained. Jeno went to speak but you threw a shoe in his direction. He ducked covering his head and looking through his arms to see if the coast was clear.

"Clean it," Is all you said to him before you shut your window. You huffed feeling your tears begin to fall. You held them back for as long as you could, waiting for this moment here to let them fall. You curled up in bed letting your loud sobs be heard through every spot and corner of the house. Your cat found you and jumped on your bed. It cuddled up by your head you petted its back as you continued to cry.

Your phone had buzzed catching your attention for a second but you ignored it assuming it was Jeno. It had buzzed again and again before you picked it up.

"Jeno leave me alone-"

"Hello my love," you heard a dark voice say. You raised a brow sitting up on your bed. Your cat's head turned feeling the mattress shift.

"Who is this?" you asked.

"Look out your window," he said. You had closed your curtains concealing your view. You slowly pushed them back hiding by the side of the wall. You looked around holding the phone to your ear seeing no one outside except Jeno who cleaned his items off the ground.

"Up," he instructed. Your eyes followed his directions looking to the house next door. You looked at the window you always felt a strong gaze at. "To high look to your right," he said. You looked over at a garden behind the house seeing a man holding a phone to his ear. You pulled the curtains back more attempting to get a full look at him. He waved at you but you still couldn't see him. Squinting your eyes you were still unable to see. You left the window hearing a gasp from the man. You moved down the stairs. You knew it was one of the strange men next door you just couldn't tell who.

You however could tell it wasn't Yuta, it didn't sound like him at all.

You walked into your office looking out the window that was much closer to the garden. You still held the phone to your ear as you looked closer. The figure took a few steps forward the moon finally shining on his face, it was Doyoung. He smiled as well as you as he came into view. The light graced him beautifully, and you couldn't help but smile at his pretty features. The moon showcased the dried trail of your tears causing him to frown. He opened the gate to the garden and walked closer to your window. He stood outside watching you taking in your beauty. Then reality hit you, you never gave him. your number. You took a step back letting the curtain fall. It covered his face blocking his view of you.

"How did you get my number?" you asked. "My apologies for the sudden call," he began. He shook his head touching the top of his head with his hand. You could see his shadow through the curtains.

"You had given your number to Yuta, I was too nervous to ask you for it and asked him. But next time I want something from you I will ask you, can you forgive me?" he asked keeping his gaze on your light shadow. "How did Yuta get it?" you asked still unsure whether to pull back the curtain. "He said you were pretty unstable last night. Maybe you do not remember giving it to him. You two were off together for a while," he said. You tried to remember but everything was too foggy to try and figure out. The more you tried the more your head hurt. Doyoung assumed that was what you were doing since you had been silent for a while.

"Do not try so hard you will hurt yourself," he said gently. You stopped taking his advice. "I just want to say one more thing and then I may leave. While I am sorry for calling you at such a late time I wanted to ask you a question if that is alright?" he asked twisting his fingers together as the other held the phone to his ear. "Sure," you said standing directly behind the curtain. "Would you like to come to my house? I've seen what has happened between you and your lover. Maybe a look through my telescope will cheer you up," You chuckled playing with the ends of your white curtain. "You will show me the sky and it will make me happy?" you teased finding it hard to hold back your smile.

"I will show you the stars," he said simply watching your figure through the curtain. His words touch you and felt deeper than they should. "I will show you the stars," The words lingered in your head like the smell of flowers on the first day of Spring. Like a spell, you felt your body fall under the magical trance of Doyoung. You raised your hand to pull back the curtain staring into his deep brown piercing eyes. Once again forgetting all about Jeno.

You had wasted no time meeting Doyoung outside. You locked your door and feeling spontaneous you pulled him into a passionate kiss before he could speak. His eyes widened and his lips hadn't moved with yours until you let go and he pulled you back in.

"Why did you do that?" he asked touching his hands with yours. You shrugged smiling and looking into his eyes matching his lighting smile. "I don't know, but take me to see the stars," you said taking his hand. He held your hand tightly in his guidance to his garden. "If I could I'd take you to the moon," he said unable to wipe the smile off his face.

"Y/n," he took your hands in his. "I need to tell you something and I'm afraid I can not tell you alone," He said holding onto you. You raised your brow looking into his eyes. "What is it?" you asked. He sighed sending you a small smile. "Come with me," you nodded letting him guide you inside.

You traveled through the West door hand in hand with Doyoung. He smiled you behind him taking in the scenery of the manor. You could hear the sound of his heels clicking on the floor as he ran past the large staircase in front of the main entrance. "My room is placed in the East Wing," he said entering another long hallway. He snapped his fingers and each candle lit on each mantle placed on the wall. The hallway appeared less scary with the lights on. You could finally see the art that was placed in between the spaces of statues. Doyoung slowed down his speed letting you explore.

"Who are these people?" you asked. Doyoung walked over to a statue of a man's head. "Members of our family. Our parents left us this house a long time ago," he said putting his hands behind his back and clasping his hand over his wrist. You continued to live in the woah of figures. "Shall we continue?" he asked politely offering you his hand. You nodded gladly accepting it walking you down the hallway and linking your arm with his.

He is so polite, such a gentleman. You looked up at him smiling at his features. Something about him drew you closer. The kiss you shared earlier is evidence of that. You felt like your lips were pulling you closer to him like a magnetic force. You had felt the same way with Jaehyun and Yuta. Something powerful about them, their aura strong. You didn't feel a negative feeling when you were with them, you felt more comfortable and safe.

Doyoung smiled as you walked beside him. "We're here," He said opening his door. He led you inside opening a small door by the light switch. A rope was yanked and the sound of bells went off in the house. Seconds later a knock was placed on the door. Doyoung grinned opening the door and exposing his brothers. They all stepped inside greeting you and him.

"How are you and your boyfriend?" Yuta asked bowing to you and then standing straight up. You rolled your eyes letting out a huff. "Not good. We broke up," You said. Yuta pursed his lips hiding a smile and nodding his head, "That's good. I wasn't much of a fan of his," he said walking further inside.

Doyoung cleared his throat gathering all of your attention.

"Now you all may be wondering why you are. Allow me to explain," He said just before the power cut. Heavy rain began to fall outside. Yuta cursed and Jaehyun went to gather some candles. You helped them light them in various places in the room. You took notice of the lack of pictures Doyoung had. Only old paintings on his wall.

"Now where were we?" He asked tapping his chin. He clapped his hands together, "Ah Yes," He pulled Yuta closer and Jaehyun sat them down. He brought a chair for you and you sat down facing the boys. "We have something to tell you but you have to promise not to lose your shit," Yuta said. You chuckled lost especially at his choice of words. There couldn't be anything they could tell you right now with the night you've had to make you crazy.

"Should we wait? I mean this could be a bad time," Doyoung asked second guessing his decision to tell you. He bit his fingernails as Yuta shook his head. He didn't want to frighten you. "No tell her," he said. Doyoung sighed shaking his head small pieces of hair falling forward. "I don't know. What if she freaks out?" Yuta sighed rubbing his temple with his fingers. "She'll be fine just say it," He said beginning to get frustrated. "I don't know if I can I mean-" "Just say it," Yuta said.

"Say what?" you asked looking between the two of them. They needed to quit playing around and get to the point. "Y/n please I don't know if you will be able to handle this. It's very complex-" "Oh stop it it's not that hard. Y/n we are-"

Jaehyun gruffed tired of the bickering. "We're vampires," He said. The room went silent. Your lips curved up, and you started chuckling in your seat then chuckling turned to laughter. You held your stomach almost falling onto the ground.

"That's it really?" you asked eyes squinting to prevent tears from falling. "Are you insane?" you asked continuing your laughter. The boys confused looked at one another and then at you. Your laughter died down as you relaxed into your seat. "Okay okay you guys look serious, I'll stop," You couldn't the small laughter that broke through.

"Would you like us to show you?" Jaehyun asked. You nodded your neighbors were insane. "Thank you guys I really needed it. If you don't mind I'll get going…" The words died on your tongue. You plopped right back down into your seat. A rabbit struggled in Doyoungs hands as he handed it to Yuta. Yuta held the rabbit pulling its head back. You saw his teeth for the first time. Two in particular that were longer and sharper than the rest. He pulled his head back then lunched forward sinking his teeth into the rabbit. The rabbit kicked its feet struggling under his strong grip. Then it stopped. Stopped kicking, stopped moving. It stopped breathing. Yuta had drained it dry.

You fell over in your seat backing away from the three. Yuta threw the rabbit to the side licking his teeth. You reached for the doorknob and ran down the long hallway. The candles went out as you ran past each of them heading for the exit. You looked back to see if they were behind you. You couldn't see them but you could hear them.

"Fuck fuck fuck," You cursed as you ran faster multiple things running through your mind. Yuta ate a rabbit, raw. Sucked its blood and threw it away like trash. You didn't try to piece things together just the facts.

Fact One: They are vampires.

Fact Two: They were dangerous.

And Fact Three: You needed to get out of here.

You entered the main floor looking around for the door. Seeing the entrance to run up to it trying to open it. It didn't budge. You thrust your body against it but to no avail. Not wanting to waste any more energy on it you ran to the only other exit you knew, the garden. The garden door is still wide open. You ran to it watching as rain poured on the freshly cut grass. You smiled as you drew closer watching as the door slammed shut. You paused eyes widening. You slammed on the door kicking and screaming. "Let Me Out!" you shouted hoping someone outside would hear you. "Help!" you shouted still holding onto the possibility someone would hear you. "Y/n please I do not wish to hurt you," You heard Jaehyun say from behind you. You didn't even turn to him. Instead, you ran towards another door that led downstairs and upstairs. You locked it behind you then ran down hoping another exit would be there. Running down the steps made of cement you gasped at the darkness of the room. You let your hands guide you making sure not to hit anything. Lightening clashed allowing the room for a second to be filled with light. You saw a light bulb hanging from the top. When lightning struck again you walk further to it pulling the string, but you had pulled the wrong one and the sound of bells could be heard throughout the manor. You wanted to cry, how stupid to pull the wrong string.

You pulled the opposite light seeing as a part of the room lit up the light was not bright enough to cover the entire room. You walked further inside slowly down to catch your breath. "I need to find a way out," You said feeling yourself start to become sticky with sweat. Your chest heaved up and down a mixture of exhaustion and nerves. Adrenaline pumped through your veins eyes wandering like a mad woman trying to find a way to escape.

You continued your journey the basement was pretty much empty, minus the old furniture and papers. You didn't bother distracting yourself with exploring anything, they could find you at any moment. You walked further inside the light from the light bulb fading away. "Fuck," you cursed looking around for any source of light. Your eyes discovered a flashlight. You clicked it a couple of times before it blinked then turned around.

Dripping water and the grail under your feet could be heard in the silence that filled the basement. You shivered at the lack of heat. Of course, they would have a creepy basement. You found a door at the other end of the basement opening it believing it to be an exit. Instead, there were two sets of stairs. One leading down and another leading up.

You flashed the light down to more cement steps. "Probably a cellar," You said then flashed the light upstairs. "Could lead to the West Wing and possible exit," Your legs shook at the idea of one of them waiting for you on each side. Your subconscious is playing tricks on you. You flashed the flashlight again downstairs hearing more water droplets fall. You almost dropped your flashlight at the sound of paper rustling.

You shivered checking behind you and seeing nothing. You turn back around slowly not to make a sound. You needed to make a choice fast. Your body faces away from the wooden door that remained open. You slowly closed it keeping your front away. You let out a sigh jumping as lighting struck seeing Yuta's creeping up from the cellar. You gasped throwing the flashlight at his head as you rain upstairs.

You didn't even realize you were running up more than a flight of stairs you just kept running. You ran into another dark gloomy hallway running into another room that led to the top of the stairs looking below the ballroom.

"How big is this fucking place?" You said running down the velvet carpet to another room. You saw an outline on the wall by a dark wooden door. You pushed it causing it to open. When it opened you looked around seeing the coats clear. You walked inside closing the door behind you. It closed to a bookcase, a hidden door. You made a self note making sure to check the walls for a faster more clever escape.

You sighed taking the moment to catch your breath. Your hands fell to your knees flashlight still in hand. The room was dark unable to see you flashed your flashlight to look around for a door. Walking further into the room before your heart dropped. You cursed at yourself stomping your foot on the ground.

You were back in Doyoung's bedroom and the three of them were waiting inside. You turned running to the window, at this point, you'd prefer a broken leg or arm than to be here. But after seeing how high you were from the ground you tried to make a run for the fake door. Jaehyun quicker than you stood in front of it.

"Now that you've had your fun," Doyoung said walking over to the chair you sat in before. He pulled it out motioning his hand to it, "Why don't you sit down and we'll explain everything," You sighed in defeat sitting down. Doyoung pushed in your seat and returned back to his candles. "Great now let's begin with the origin story," he said lighting another candle. "Yuta was the oldest and came from Japan…"

His family was very poor so he'd steal to get enough money for them to live. He eventually found a group of people that took him to France. In France, he had raided man's rich homes stealing their goods which were pawned for money. He had so much of it, it couldn't even match the price money on every wanted poster plastered with his face on it. He gave most of it to his family in Japan and the rest to nearby families who struggled like him. However, one day when he visited France he followed a woman into an alley. There he pleased himself and her but she had tricked him. Taking a bite into his neck to feed he pushed her off before she sucked him dry. He left woozy and unable to see. Finding the thieves he road with they took him back to Japan to his family.

After days he arrived home better than ever, the rush you feel when you die and come back to life. His rush quickly faded at the sight of his door. It was busted in as well as the windows. He ran inside seeing the mess of his childhood home. His parents were gone as well as his aunts and uncles.

He searched for them but to no avail. A stack of gold that he had sent to them was placed on the table untouched. The bread was modeled and rotten. They had been gone for a while. Had they left him? Did they move to a better home? He tried to fill his mind with happier thoughts of his family happy somewhere else. Instead, he heard a cry, a cry of a child. He walked upstairs seeing one of his sisters on the ground weeping. She was sick, pale skinned. He lightly touched her with his chilling hand. Her whole body was on fire. He figured the only way to save her was to bite her so he did. She had stopped and relaxed. "Don't go outside," she said.

"Why?" he asked. He heard rustling and shouting. He ran outside seeing the thieves take off without him. They had set him up.

He was taken back to France to be executed, but after a conversation overheard by two guards he discovered the crown prince was deeply ill and after enough convincing he could save the man's life they let him.

This is where he met Doyoung the middle of the three. Born in South Korea to a royal family they had set him up with the princess of France, which was rare for their family only pairing within the people. But the country needed money and the deal had already been set. However, their son had become completely ill just before his marriage. At the time they were not sure of what it was, now we know it was a simple common cold, not yet ready to be fought off by humans.

Yuta was brought in to save him by the sources apprentice, Jung Jaehyun who moved from Korea to study magic. Jung Jaehyun the youngest of the three trusted Yuta to save Doyoung. Yuta was brought by hundred guards to the prince's chambers. They feared he might try an escape. Yuta had thought about fleeing but figured if he saved the country's prince they'd forgive him for what he had done to them all and he would get his family back.

When he reached the chambers he was still unsure of how he'd save him. He knew the woman in the alley who had bitten him saved some of the problems he was struggling with, with his body so he assumed if she could cure him then why can't I cure another man? Little did he know he was curing a man with a disease. An awful disease that promised ever-lasting life but brought nothing but pain and sorrow into one's life. He bit the tip off his finger letting the drop fall into Doyoung's tea. He sipped it and by morning he was better.

Doyoung began to express joy and the utmost energy up early in the mornings until late at night. Until he got hungry, Yuta knew of this hungry, and his new friend went out and gave Doyoung small animals to feed on. Until he needed more and ate one of his guards. Well-rested and ready for the day he walked outside still covered in blood only to be burned by the sunlight. The guards dragged him back in assuming he was possessed by a demon the king had the source come in.

Jaehyun knew it was no demon but a virus passed on by Yuta to the prince. He knew the king would have him killed so he fled with him to what would one day be called the Americas. During his boat ride, he had become dangerously ill, especially after losing so much blood from letting the two men feed. He let them turn him the minute they got to shore. Then after decades, they finally moved her next to fans of your book. "So that is how we became to be who we are," Doyong said lighting another candle. He placed it on the small table by his bed, the small fire lighting up another part of the space. You watched as he sat back down beside his brothers awaiting your reaction. You gulped still unsure of how to feel about the three vampires that lived within walking distance of your house. No, the vampires that sat right across from you in one of their bedrooms.

If they wanted to hurt you they would have done it. They would have bitten you or sucked you dry of every drop of blood the night you were in their home alone in that dark hallway. But why did they befriend you instead? Invite you to their home for dinner and to see their garden. You even invited them to your home overtime once Jeno left. You tapped your finger on the velvet cloth that covered the small table before you. You couldn't look them in the eyes, not yet. Part of you is scared and the other part is nervous.

"This was a waste of time," You heard Yuta his foot stomping on the ground as he spoke. His arms crossed over his chest. "I mean look she clearly is scared of us," He said motioning his hand to you. Jaehyun sighed scratching the back of his head. He looked over at Doyoung. "Maybe he's right. We should have waited," he said. Doyoung shook his head eyes slightly widened at Jaehyun. He stood up walked to your chair and stood behind it.

"Nonsense. She is perfectly fine. I exposed myself to her on the night of the moon and I shall not wish to take it back," he said sternly pressing his hands into the side of your chair. "Would Y/n?" Yuta asked. Doyoung stuttered unsure of how to respond to his eldest brother. "I…I do not know," he said losing the underlying confidence in his tone. Yuta was slick and rather blunt with his choice of words, however, he was never wrong in what he said specifically, the questions he asked. He could sniff out a lie like a cat can sniff out a mouse. He professional liar at best he was, he knew when someone was not telling the truth. He needed you, to be honest with him so he knew his next move or next question.

"Tell me Y/n are you afraid?" he asked leaning closer to you to get a better look at the way your head lifted and face changed. Small beads of swear courtesy of nerves forming on your warm skin. The sweat cools your body to the chills on the back of your neck. Small hairs rise without falling on your body, and no wind motioning them safely down. You were scared and falling apart right in front of him. You glanced at each vampire in the room each sparing you a chilling smile. In the heat of the moment so much blood pumping through your veins you couldn't help yourself. Yuta's imitating stare crawls its way through your eyes and into your gut.

The wind began to pick up from the opened window cooling your body down in the slightest, it began to cut the light of the candles. Only one remained and it was placed in front of you illuminating the small of your face. Lips trembling as Yuta's hand crept forward nails dragging against the velvet table. Two fingers flicked up pinching the fire. Darkness spread across the room.

You pushed back your chair strong enough at the moment to break Doyoung's grip and ran as if your life depended on it. "Don't worry my brothers. She will come to us," Yuta said with a menacing tone. "How? She does not trust us?" Jaehyun asked. "We will each take turns," He said standing up to the window and watching as you run out of the manor. You continued to pick up pace never turning back. Yuta chuckled his hand pulling the dark curtain back. You made it past the fountain to the gated entrance of the manor. Pulling back the large, black iron gate with all your strength you ran down the hill. Running straight to your home.

"Doyoung you will go first, Jaehyun you will go second and I will go last. We needed her to trust us or it won't work," Yuta said darkly letting the curtain slip from his fingers. He fixed his rings turning back to his brothers. "How?" Doyoung asked. "The same way you did before she knew, you just have to try harder now," He smirked going over to his younger brother. Waving his hands as he spoke, "Woo here, tell her things no one has told her before. Make her feel special and cared for, be the exact thing she thinks she needs," He said. Doyoung shook his head, "You want me to deceive her?" he asked following his brother with his eyes.

Yuta shook his head, "No no, loving her is not new for you, or you," he looked at Jaehyun. He stood behind Doyoung placing both hands on either shoulder. He watched Jaehyun as well from behind Doyoung.

"She is our missing piece. We've waited a long time for this Doyoung, don't ruin it with nonsense," he said sternly. Doyoung sighed defeated. He could not argue with his brother, he had never been wrong about anything. Jaehyun and he followed the elder blindly since they fled the kingdom many decades ago.

"What if she is hurt?" Jaehyun asked finally speaking up. Yuat left Doyoung walking to Jaehyun. He took a carton of cigarettes out of his pocket. Walking to Jaehun who pulled out a lighter lighting it for him. After a couple of puffs, he spoke blowing some of the smoke at Jaehyun. "Trust me not a hair on her body will be harmed," The cigarette hung from his lips. "If anything happens it's because you properly did something wrong," He pointed at him. "Remember we all love her and we agreed to share her. Brothers I am trusting you will not let your silly feelings make you forget we agreed she would be ours if it is what she wants. And if one can't have her then none of us will understand?" he asked but really told. Both vampires nodded their heads hanging high.

"Great," he smiled exposing his teeth. He turned to Doyoung putting out his cigarette. "You will be first so make sure you get some rest. You have a long day tomorrow," he patted his shoulder and left Jaehyun following behind shutting the door closed. Doyoung sided walking to his window. From this view, he could see the opposite side of the house, another neighbor's window of an older woman getting ready for bed. He turned away staring at the moon, "It will work," he said.

"She will desire me. The way I to her and it will burn," Doyoung said as his eyes fell from the moon and waited for tomorrow.

To Be Continued…

Yes, this will be Five Parts.

Part 1: I Begin to Desire You. Call it Playing with Fire Part 2: You, Who Brought Heaven Part 3: Loving You Is Incomplete and Risky Part 4: Come to Me Like You'll Swallow Me Up Part 5: Like a Storm, You're My Favorite

This is my first series on here so I hope you all enjoy it! I didn't want to make this short story really really long so I broke it down. Making sure I write everything I needed to write but also not overwhelm anyone.

Enjoy :)

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