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      nothing seemed right  ,  everything felt as if it had been tipped sideways  ,  like she was looking at everything from a different perspective than before  &  this view was something she would beg to leave  .  it was something that she had found herself swallowing down bile  ,  but also gasping for breath at the same time  .  ADOPTED  .  the words once were nothing to her  ,  simply a word that had meant that someone had cared enough about you to bring you into their life  ,  to treat you like one of their own  .  but now the word burned her tongue  ,  the acidic aftertaste having the brunette look at her PARENTS like she had seen them in a completely different light  &  then at her BROTHER with a look of horror but also sorrow  . 

   this was a time to be happy  ,  having been told that she was adopted by the Blackthorns  &  that there was an accident  ,  she should have found REJOICE in the news  ,  of being reunited with her family and to finally have a home  .  but the pain had lingered in her chest  ,  memories of her nights tangled with Julian  ,  how they had FLAWLESSLY fit together  ,  how it seemed as if they were destined to be together  .  soon they were expelled into painful images of how they were supposed to be doing things like training together  ,  teasing  ,  play fighting  .  anything that SIBLINGS were supposed to do  ,  but she couldn’t erase the fact that she had craved his lips upon her  ,  the way his fingers move across her body  ,  the PLEASURE that had been shared between the two of them  .  

    she tried to hide the sadness  ,  the disappointment from the Blackthorns  ,  a wavering smile in it’s place as she found herself telling them that she was happy  ,  that she had wanted nothing more than to be apart of a REAL FAMILY  .  how she had loved Magnus  &  loved him for raising her  ,  but she had wanted siblings  .  her voice cracked with the last word  ,  pardoning her EMOTIONS for the happiness she felt  &  excused herself to her room  ,  entering the dwelling with a sense of saddened RAGE  ,  tears finally managing to slip down ivory cheeks  ,  golden accents glowing across skin as her GLAMOUR managed to break  .  once cerulean now golden hues looked up as she saw the male follow behind her  ,  walking into the room she couldn’t help but hold up her hand  ,  urging him to stop for she knew what she’d do if she got too close  .  she had CRAVED his embrace  ,  craved his touch  &  now the thought felt inappropriate  ,  INCESTUOUS  .  ‘  we can’t  ---we can’t do this anymore  .  ‘

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   it’s been about a month since he had been back in Los Angeles  ,  the Blackthorns having asked him what had been his hold up in New York  &  he couldn’t help but playfully retort that there was a family situation with the Lightwoods  .  of course it had been a lie  ,  something that he had cooked up for the reasons of hiding the truth  ,  burying it fee within him where nobody could find it unless they had dug  &  nobody had tried  .  nobody had ever really scratched the surface other than his siblings  &  even then he wouldn’t tell them about his situation in the Los Angeles Institute  .  No  ,  not about Emma  .

it had been building  ,  the flirtations  ,  the soft touches that he had wished turned into something a little rougher  ,  but whenever her hands had pressed against him he found himself being something smoother  ,  the rough edges seeming to disappear under her  .  the way that she had made him feel as if he was safe with her  &  the emotions had started to confuse him  ,  especially after the night they had spent together  .  there was nothing more that he wanted other than to believe that the time spent between the sheets was nothing but two bodies colliding in a heat of passion that was strictly physical  .  wishing that he hadn’t memorized every curve  ,  every sound she had made  &  it had kept him up at night  &  he knew he had to go back  .

after a period of time he had found himself returning back to the LA institute  ,  being ambassador he had to frequent the institute  &  this time was a month long spectacle  &  he had sworn to make it purely professional  ,  an attempt to stop all feelings from slipping through  ,  not wanting to jeopardize his future  ,  his standing by starting something that he wasn’t sure how he would handle it  .  afraid of the destruction of the blonde he had grown fond of  ,  afraid of breaking her heart  .  so he had found himself avoiding her  ,  turning down hallways  &  hiding in corridors when he had caught a glimpse of her  ,  knowing that if he had avoided her enough he could stop the swell in his chest from returning  .  but soon found it ridiculous that he had allowed a female to cause him to react this way  .

night had fallen  &  it the room halls were quiet  ,  small bustling behind doors having been normal for those who were busy in many different ways  &  he wouldn’t judge  .  he was heading down to his room when he had aimed to quickly pass a familiar door  ,  eyes straight ahead as sounds had slipped through the crack of the door  ,  sounds that had been played for him once  &  he could feel his throat closing up  ,  tongue darting out to lick at his lips but the dryness proving to be difficult  .  his first instinct was to walk away  ,  to find the next female shadowhunter he had crossed paths with  &  take her to his room  ,  a way of releasing the anger  &  jealousy in his chest but had decided on something else  .

turning on his heel he had turned the knob of the room  ,  cracking it open  &  without a second thought walked through  ,  eyes trained on the two bodies pressed together in what Jace would call   rebound sex   ,  a snarl on his tongue as golden hues met with the blonde  .  ‘  if i knew you had moved on so quickly i wouldn’t have been so innocent in New York  .  Good to see you  ,  Emma  .  ‘

[  @cortanascars  ]

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she’d seen the male around,  having spoken to him briefly about cases,  especially those that were undercover that had revolved around those that involved foreign affairs.  which didn’t happen often.  she’d be behind a desk most of the time,  keeping the lines of communication open,  basically saving his ass whenever something bad was to happen  &  she could stop it if possible.  but she never knew him beyond what she was told,  his first name hadn’t registered in her head,  knowing him by his face and his last name.  even if most of the time she referred to him as Agent.  

to be placed on a mission with him proved to be slightly uncomfortable,  knowing that they’d have to pretend to be married,  to sleep in the same bed  &  to go through daily life like she had been madly in love with him,  like he was the only one for her  &  commitment always worried her.  after her last relationship,  the bruises and cuts healed but still ached on her porcelain skin,  memories of the abuse still fresh in her mind.  upon arriving on the airstrip she had taken a look around,  pressing lips together as she realized that this was her first mission out since the Mikaelsons,  nerves tugging at the edges of her sanity,  mouth dry as she entered the jet,  the male she didn’t know beyond his title following not too far behind.

settling on one of the seats on the jet,  cerulean hues watched the male,  unsure of how they would interact,  if they would have any kind of connection or if they would end up hating each other by the end of the day.  the possibilities were endless  &  while she was professional  &  could hold herself together there were so many things that could go wrong,  so many things that could blow their cover and get them killed.  taking a deep breath she looked at the male,  soft smile pressed upon nervous features, the corner of her mouth quirking a little more to deepen the smile.  ‘  I’m Davina Claire.  I don’t think I know you beyond Agent.  ‘

[  @whitlxcked  ]

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memories were FOGGY,  left in a haze of wonder  &  CONFUSION that had clouded the females judgement.  she’d woken up alone,  her surroundings being of her family MAUSOLEUM  &  the dark objects scattered around her.  her REFLEXES had been on high alert,  taking in her surroundings as her emotions seemed to OVERFLOW.  tears burning her cheeks as she dug her fingers INTO the ground,  dirt pressing under her fingernails,  knees scraped up from her fall to the ground.  her MEMORIES were still unclear,  the one thing at the forefront of her head been the burning in her throat,  the desire to drink something,  the thirst seemingly unable to be UNSATIATED.  limbs trembled as she managed to get to her feet,  holding herself up for she felt weak,  her entire body on FIRE as she tried to comprehend what had happened,  who had attacked her.

stepping out of the mausoleum she had entered the walkways of the GRAVEYARD,  a sensation of EMPTINESS lingering within the pit of her stomach,  body still weak from the attack she had sustained.  her main goal was to exit the cemetery,  to get out and to find someone to help,  the feel of magic being DRAINED from her veins causing her throat to contract  &  constrict,  leaving the witch GASPING for air.  the knowledge of what she was,  what she would eventually BECOME if following through with the process,  weighing heavily in her mind,  knowing now what was happening,  especially with the DRY BURNING sensation in her throat.   BLOOD.  it was the only thing on her mind once she reached the gate of the cemetery,  weak limbs gaining some STRENGTH as she slowly made her way towards the center of new orleans,  the HUNGER,  the burning too much & she needed something to satiate the thirst,  death not an option,  not for the Claire woman.

[  @chantillystained  |  i promise it will get longer  ]

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things change, alliances shift and marriages were arranged. it was the life of royalty, to have things planned out for you, whether it was what you wore, what you said and who you were to marry. your thoughts and your decisions were everyone’s but your own. the princess of england, Princess Davina, had been engaged since she was seven, having been given to the Dauphin of France, a gentleman that she had known for years before being taken back to England, brought up with her English roots as to not disappoint her family when she rose to power. To be the Queen of both France and England one day was something that any royal family would be proud of. 

brunette locks hung loosely as she walked the corridors of the palace, taking in the exquisite french artifacts and history, her journey back to France having been quickly decided when her eighteenth birthday had arrived.  telling her that if she was to make a good impression, she would have to marry the male as soon as possible, that the preparations would be taken care of when she had arrived and shortly after they were to be wed. she didn’t understand how some older day traditions were still in play with the two families, the dowry, her having to keep her virtue while the male could sleep with whomever he wants and even the arrangement of who she was to be forced to love.  and to love anyone else, to put her love upon another while married could get her removed from power, thanking that they didn’t keep that olden tradition of beheading those found guilty.

since being in france, she had been waited on, hand and foot and given nothing but the best that one who was to be marrying the Dauphin of France, having spent some time with him but it having always been quick for they both had duties to fulfill, especially with their titles and their future ones on the line. The Princess was enjoying the warmth, sitting out in the courtyard of the France Palace, keeping herself company as guard lingered close but not too much as to hover, taking up preoccupying herself with her social media than the company of people who had the same questions and had been shown to be disappointed by the same answers she had given them. The sound of voices and footsteps had prompted her to place the phone down, rising to her feet as she saw her future Husband walk out to the courtyard, a soft smile playing on porcelain features, trying to not show that she was enjoying her alone time and his company wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for.

[  @whitlxcked  |  look at my child!  ]

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   secrets. they had a way of either bringing people together or tearing them apart, and the most that Carly and Davina had kept hidden from one another was what they would get each other for Christmas. To find a friendship as strong as them would take a lifetime and to Davina, losing her would only bring her an endless amount of heartache which she couldn’t handle. the day was dreary. The sun had been hidden behind thick patches of clouds that hang above the heads of everyone within it’s reach, blocking the gorgeous and warming rays of light from shining through. The brunette was able to relate to the atmosphere outside, having to get this secret off her chest  &  she knew that Carly wouldn’t approve. 

   she had been up a good part of the night, the anxiety pressing into her deeply as she tried to think of how she was going to tell the blonde. it was slightly embarrassing, having to tell your best friend that you had tried to throw off your professor, tried to have him remove you from the group and you end up straddling him, pressing against him in the most intimate of ways. Thinking about it more, she can’t help but enjoy the thought, welcoming it in even  &  that is what made the entire situation worse. The brunette had such a dislike for the male but she had found comfort in the thought of what had happened when they were alone. Guilt rushed through her, her mind tracing back to Klaus, her thoughts having choked her for even thinking about what could happen between the two of them if she couldn’t even convince someone to do something without lifting her skirt.

    “ Hey, Carls.  “

the brunette spotted the blonde, her smile weak as she looked over to the couch, biting on her lower lip and with short, languid steps she sat down. Her hand patted at the cushion near her, and she could feel her breathing slowing down but speeding up at the same time. The nerves had completely taken over her, and she felt like she could possibly be shaking next to her best friend.

    “ I have to tell you something, and I don’t think you’re going to like it that much.  “

[ @cicerosxphilosophy | I’M SORRY ]

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      The little blaring red numbers on the clock had shown 3:02am when the sound of a piercing cry had startled the new mother, pulling her from a deep sleep. Every nerve was on edge as she sat up slowly, becoming accustomed her to surroundings for a moment, quickly moving to the tiny human that lay in a nearby bassinet in hopes of not waking Simon. The brunette’s eyes had trained on the smaller human, a smile tugging at her lips as she had picked him up slowly and pulled him in close to her, hand rubbing against his back as she made quiet ‘shh’ sounds. His cries had died down shortly after, but the sound of his whines had filled the room indicating his need for food. after a few moments of adjusting herself, he was feeding happily, the only sounds of the room was her softly humming to keep his cries at bay if he was to release and allow the crying to fill the tiny room once again. 

       It had been tough once the reality had kicked in, the thought that being parents would be easy had quickly been discarded to long work days, rarely seeing each other to longer nights of feedings and diaper changes to just the little one wanting the company of another human. it wasn’t planned, the two having dated for a while had been wrapped up in a moment of intimacy on the very bed she sleeps on had resulted in the creation of another life. they hadn’t been home long, having brought the baby home and having settled into being their own little family, Simons mother and sister doting over him. But soon everyone had gone off to do their own thing and Davina had to learn how to be a mother, having to learn that she didn’t come first anymore and it wasn’t a hard concept to learn when every time she had looked at his little face she had fallen in love all over again.

[ @chantillystained | i finally made it! ]