heyy !! big fan of your writing, can i request any and i mean ANYTHING at all about age regression twilight? pleaseee
(Of course! I'll do my best, off the top of my head.)
(See masterlist for previous Yandere Cullens forced agere installments)
When they told you it was time for the family to move, you were expecting a Uhaul truck.
You were expecting to watch them lift sofas and dressers over their heads with comical ease and pack their unnecessarily diverse sets of dishes and flatware into boxes labeled 'Kitchen' in marker.
But in fact, there were no boxes, no trucks. The family's luxurious furniture and cutting-edge entertainment systems remained right where they were, untouched.
Even the cars in the garage stayed put.
As far as you heard, they only ever considered bringing one car with them, and only for the sake of maximizing your comfort.
"Humans have to sleep," Carlisle reminded his children. "Preferably on a soft surface like a car seat, and not in our arms while we traverse three states on foot."
"Wrapped in a blanket, our arms would be perfectly cozy," Alice put in. "And our footsteps create a natural rocking motion. And the view will be nicer; the stars-"
"It won't rain! That was the first thing I checked."
Rosalie, who actually preferred the thought of carrying you to driving you, still saw fit to question, "You don't think it'll draw a bit of extra attention if someone sees us walking through the woods bridal-carrying a full-size human in a blanket?"
(Full-size, you noted. Neat way of avoiding saying "adult".)
"Everything you're asking, I've already checked," Alice said in a singsong voice. "Because I already saw you ask it. It'll be fine. It'll be nice!"
So they carried you all the way to your new home on foot. Bizarrely, their running didn't nauseate or disorient you at all. They took breaks at strategic times, to let you stretch your legs or eat something. Alice had been right about how pretty the stars and landscapes were.
In addition to their inability to physically tire of holding you, they seemed never to get tired of it emotionally, either. Each time one of them asked to take a turn, there was palpable reluctance in the person handing you over.
"Careful," Carlisle said. "Don't let the blanket touch the ground."
"I know, I know," Emmett said, eagerly scooping you up.
Edward, who often ran ahead of everyone, just as often circled back to see you. It seemed he didn't like limiting himself to the others' pace and he didn't like leaving you behind.
"For once, I don't think he'll be waiting for us at the house when we get there," Esme teased.
And speaking of the house:
It had its own set of luxurious furniture, cutting-edge entertainment systems, and expensive cars.
And if you expected your newness as a family member to mean there wouldn't be a room for you there, you were wrong.
There was a nursery with a big soft bed and a playroom with toys and games. The bathroom that would be yours was already stocked with soaps and shampoos and fluffy towels, and your picture was on the wall as often as theirs.
It wasn't an exact match of the last house. There were plenty of things you'd have to get used to. Different color schemes, a different kind of rocking chair, fewer windows in the kitchen, a whole skylight in the living room. The stuffed animals here were mostly new faces– though your bear had made the trip in Esme's arms. The movie room had plush recliners, instead of leather. Even the bottle from which they fed you milk was themed after a different cartoon character.
You wondered when they'd set all of this up for you, but the pacifier was already in your mouth for the night by the time you thought to ask.
The pillows on the new bed felt fuller, and the comforter was velvet.
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