Morning dew was present all over the roses, running down their vibrant red petals and landing on blades of grass where they slid down to meet with soil; replenishing the earth. There was an odd romantic vibe in the air this morning, however it was soon spoiled as the scent of betrayal and blind evil wafting off an individual that anxiously awaited for the departure of two others; the hunter had her eyes glued on her helpless victim. It's not like they are a bad person, but the pain of hiding a secret that can and will destroy everything in a matter of seconds is just too much of a burden for one signal soul to guard by themselves; madness will blind one's reality and numb the truth by acting out. If only you had been spared from this tragic illness or at least had someone who cares about you to support you through this dire time, you'd wouldn't have done this revolting thing, you wouldn't have sinned, you wouldn't have painted a new personality of yourself in someone else's view. If you weren't to wake up tomorrow and the cancer won, do you really want your family to remember you as nothing more than a slimy snake, would they ever get to know what you've enduring silently. Life seems like just a huge collaboration of unfortunate and unfair moments strung together, but they are all influenced by your reactions; that's why rainbows will appear somewhere after a storm, you just need to work hard to find them. 

...

You silently walked into the kitchen dressed in a simple white flowing dress, the same dress the brothers gave you all those years ago when they 'rescued' you from the German brothers (the dress is referenced from the first book). You stood there smiling as you watched Feliciano wash the dishes having his back turned to you, unaware of your presence. Your hungry eyes outlines his frame and a devilish smirk slowly plastered itself across your face, evil thoughts filled your head; now was the perfect time to chase after your husband's younger brother. Romano had driven Orlando to school so he could attend a teacher parent interview, then he said he would go to the markets to pick up some fresh produce; you had at least a minimum of three hours with Feliciano, let the chase begin.

You gracefully waltzed over towards Feliciano, cautious not to make your presence know; not just yet. Inches away from the distracted Italian you slithered your arms around his waist, but hovering enough that he still doesn't know your behind him. In unison you clasped your arms around his waist and placed your chin on his right shoulder, breathing hot lustful gushes of air against his neck, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end. Feliciano stood there frozen and motionless, while on the other hand you were attempting to mole the front half of your body into his stiffened back.

You: slyly giggling into his ear
Mattina. (Morning)

Feliciano: watching your reflection in the window
Bella are you a~okay a?

Your hands began to inch up his shirt, allowing for your thumbs to graze up his sides; his body slightly rattled as both of your skins meet.

Feliciano: sliding away from you
Bella tell a~me a! Are you a~okay a?

An idea struck, time to lie straight through your teeth.

You: testing your temperature with your hand against your forehead
I'm feeling a little feverish actually, sorry Feli, I thought you were Romano.
Can you past me a cup of water and a few sleeping pills, I should try and sleep this sickness off.
You should get a drink too, I'd like to talk to someone while waiting for the pills to take affect.

Feliciano: joyfully smiling
Si Bella!

You attentively watched as he pulled out a packet of sleeping pills from the medicine cabinet and placed them down on the counter, then he pulled out two glasses.

Feliciano: looking in the refrigerator
Do you a~want a~water or a?

You: smiling
Go and sit down Feli, let me handle the drinks; what would you like?

Feliciano: closing the refrigerator door
I a~will a~have a~glass of a~apple cider a.

You politely nodded your head in response as he walked out of the kitchen and retrieved the cider from the refrigerator, pouring it into Feliciano's glass and then drop a few pills in his drink. You watched it completely dissolve in a matter of seconds before pouring yourself a glass of water, this way you wouldn't mix up the drinks; clear liquid being the non spiked drink and the light yellow liquid being very much spiked. You carried the drinks out and placed them on the living room coffee table, where you and Feliciano had a very engaging conversation about astronomy; for some odd reason. About fifteen minutes into the convocation you noticed that Feliciano was displaying very obvious sighs to drowsiness, his drink was completed and then suddenly his eyes sealed shut, with him dramatically falling unconscious in the armchair he occupied . A dervish like grin possessed your face and left you staring at the dormant body, plotting what to do next to him.

...

The rattling of chains rubbing against wood and the sound of a dazed voice conformed that it was time, time to sin, time to abandon a love you only ever gave to your lover, something you've protected for that one special person, time to bring your grand total of being touched this certain way by one to a glorious two. You slowly followed the stoned path up to a very familiar looking gazebo that was engulfed and slightly over grown by vines, but had an infinity of precious flowers to detail the structure. As you walked closer you noticed that Feliciano had his eyes glued on you, after all you were only dressed in a white vintage lace lingerie dressed; something you wouldn't ever dare to wear outside, it seemed like something Francis would have chosen out. You stopped walking and stood in front of the shocked Italian who's arms her tied behind his head and wrapped around a beam of the gazebo, you shadowed over him as you stood with your toes pressed up against the pointed toe part of his black leather shoes. It was obvious that Feliciano was mortified of what was happening, so you decided to make yourself less intimidating and more 'welcoming'; you placed a hand in your (h/l) (h/c) locks messing it up and got down on your knees, leaning over Feliciano and slowly locked your lips on his. He didn't do anything, just intensely eyeballed you while you took full control of his gaping mouth; this didn't seem very fun, he wasn't into it at all.

You: breaking the kiss and smirking
Something got your tongue Feli?

Feliciano: frowning at you
W-why a~Bella? Why a!?!

You: shrugging your shoulders and played with his shirt buttons
Why not?

Feliciano: squirming around
Don't a~do a~that a!

You had already popped open the first two buttons of Feliciano's shirt and was fiddling with the third on.

You: smirking
Oops!

The third button release open displaying a good portion of toned flesh, Feliciano began to whine about how wrong this is, but you silenced him with another kiss while working on the rest of the buttons. You pulled away yet again and noticed that an unstoppable blush engulfing the Italian's face, then glanced down to admire your handiwork work; a completely exposed slightly toned chest framed by the unbuttoned white shirt on both sides. Feliciano began to panic as you traced his faintly defined stomach muscles.

Feliciano: squirming around
Bella stop a! No a~don't a! Bella! Bella! ____!

Oh things just got real, he used your name; time to move in for the 'kill'.

You: hushing him with your finger
Be a good boy and submit to me, where is your stereotypical Italian drive for --

Feliciano opened his mouth and bit down hard on your finger, making you cut yourself off by screaming from the pure sudden pain and throbbing. You wrapped your index finger in your palm adding pressure and held it there for a few seconds to numb the pain, then you snapped and lunged your arm at his curl. Blinded by revenge and lust you yanked on Feliciano's curl, dragging his head towards you while he screamed out in hot pounding pain; his body began to rattle as you gripped onto the hair strand. Feliciano's breathing raced, his eyes were tightly secured, he tried to loosen his wrists; it was almost like he was attempting to fight the sudden temptation, he was not going to submit into you, he'd never backstab his brother.

You: letting go of his curl and commanding in monotone voice
Submit.

Feliciano now seemed like he was possessed, he was struggling to word sentences and his eyelids began to go pale from how tight he was sealing them. You decided to help him release the 'pressure' he was holding back, slowly you unbuckled his belt and then undid his pants; sliding them down leaving him in his boxers.

You: chuckling while throwing the pants over your shoulder
Ahh, no longer holding back the pressure in your pants now are you? Tell me Feli, were they suddenly becoming tight around the crutch area? (Psychically laughing)

Feliciano bursted his eyes open and looked at you, they were full of horror, fear, disgust, but most of importantly he knew that you were hiding something; never would you do this, maybe your the one that is possessed? Everything around you fell silent, or was it just that you went momentarily deaf as you cocked your head over your shoulder to see Romano's hand resting on your shoulder; how does one describe his facial expression? You were attempting to commit adultery with your husband's younger brother without his consent and in the same place where you got married, maybe this gazebo while be permanently remembered as the place where you committed yourself to Romano for life, but then ditched him and tried to do his brother in the same place.

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Sorry if this offends anyone and or is really poorly written, but I needed to get across just how much you have gone off the handlebars; your character is not who they are anymore.

Plus I'm SUPPER sorry for not working on updating, I think it's been about 6-ish days sense I did update, but I just started school again and need to get ahead of my work. Cause being that it is the last term of the year I only have about 7 weeks of year 10 left and then gonna be doing the last 3 weeks as year 11 trial stuff.

Me: I just wanna be back in primary... I DON'T WANNA BE NO SENIOR!
Friend: *disappointedly folding their arms* Shut up! High School is the best years of your life!
Me: *intensely eyeballing them* What life? I have no life... BECAUSE I AM A SLAVE TO THE EDUCATION SYSTEM!
Friend: *falls to ground crying* I KNOW!
Me: *joining them* CURSE YOU SCHOOL! WE'RE ONLY HUMAN! ACTUALLY I'M FANDOM TRASH, BUT OTHER THAN THAT... CURSE YOU!

This has actually happened, quick heads up this is what happens the majority of the time that I have friends come over for a study section and then a certain Twenty One Pilots song comes on.
*cough* we all are stressed out way too much *cough*

If anyone has actually read all the way then you seem rather cool, we would totally burst into a spontaneous dance battle one day; THANKS FOR READING MY AWESOME PEEPS!

~BlueTimeFly
(Let's hang sometime... PLEASE I NEED MORE HUMAN INTERACTION! XD)