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Greetings there fellow strangers. Thanks for stopping by my thread. Unlike the other one this newly specific one is in search and contains -as you have guessed from the title- regarding certain incest or close to it taboo topics, pairings and ideas. As someone who enjoys however stories with fantasy, drama, dark fantasy and more in my reads, be it regular or taboo I wish to have those aspects included in our play too. This is NON NEGOTIABLE. I find regular ones with nothing going on dull as of late and only really have nothing going on save for NSFW scenes more then half the time. If you'll bring me to ask to do some regular incest play or something completely different you'll be ignored.
I know this isn't for everyone so to those who dislike such things or genres then a warning to turn away.
Anywhoo.. Let's get into the meat and potatoes of this thread.
Any more smut then that or those who wish to do only smut will have their request ignored, as I'm not someone who searches for some quick play of their fantasy fulfillment. I enjoy when forbidden pairings and love tropes have some story and development actually to it and not just some bed and dash.
I know this isn't for everyone so to those who dislike such things or genres then a warning to turn away.
Anywhoo.. Let's get into the meat and potatoes of this thread.
First off I wish to start that despite this being an taboo thread and search this doesn't not mean I'll be doing only smut play! If any I want to have 50/50 story-smut ratio at the very max. Preferably with more story then smut still as 60/40 or 70/30 story/smut.
Any more smut then that or those who wish to do only smut will have their request ignored, as I'm not someone who searches for some quick play of their fantasy fulfillment. I enjoy when forbidden pairings and love tropes have some story and development actually to it and not just some bed and dash.
This is a constant work in progress. I will be fiddling around with the thread. I'll be editing, removing and adding new ideas and plots as I see fit to any of the below sections.
- I've been writing and roleplaying for about seven years. I write in the third person, and would prefer my partner do the same. I've tried first person, and I just find I cannot write as creatively that way. The fun things you can expect from me as a partner would be best way to describe my writing is quirky but it gets to the point, it's detailed where and when it needs to be. Posts vary in size in tandem with my partners. I do best to describe my writing style as accurately as possible and it may be possible I have missed something. Let's face it, expectations can change slightly, depending on your wants.
- My timezone is GMT+2
- Multiple characters. Extra characters make the story be it behind the curtain as support or having spice up the setting in more ways then one, and I'm comfortable having play multiple side characters when needed. Of course I expect same from you.
- I enjoy all sort of genres and stories but my taste does lean to ones with dark themes, struggle, drama and so on.
- I shall never do nor accept real life face claims as I find them uncomfortable and disturbing to do. If this is a deal breaker for you then I'm sorry (not).
- Insomnia and work is a "b", but I try and reply at least once a day and always in no less then 3 to 10 paragraphs.
- Occasionally if I'm really tired or busy and say haven't dropped by within an week don't be afraid to poke me, I might have ended up forgetting to or have my potatoe brain thinking I already responded.
- My fantasy stories are based in 'real life' settings, meaning "angels and demons do not exist, they're just stories" type of thing. I absolutely hate "Oh, you're a vampire? Cool beans, kiss me." type of reaction, let's make it realistic as possible with emotion and drama! Only exception if we do high fantasy settings.
- Hard pass: Humiliation, degradation, abuse, bodily fluids like scat, toilet play, diapers, vomit, underage, smegma and basically anything else that is straight up disgusting, gross or fucked up is all an HARD NO.
In one of the peaceful towns named Alarchia, on one of the early afternoons two young girls sat at the back garden of an annex , belonging to be brothel house that they gotten by day by day ever since their arrival at it. They had both came by such life due to hardship of life and for better chance of life. Although one for her family and one taken in from slave traders by the other. Coming to grow fond of one another and even some other courtesans they shared the place with.
Tying the ends of Marianne's brunnete hair with a blue ribbon , Aelita's hand came down upon her shoulder and said. "Your hair is all done." Marianne turned excited, raising her hand as she touched her braided hair. "It's all pretty! Now we have a matching style! Well save for the color of your ribbon." She said excitedly, looking over to Aelita's own braided hair cascading like water fall just slightly down her own shoulder like shimmering cascade of silk.
Aelita smiled shaking her head as the young girl who has became like an third younger sister of hers during the time here hasn't even taken a look at the mirror or even the glass in the window to make sure it was well done, instead taking her for the word and looking all like a happy puppy.
"Turn around so I can place the flowers." Picking the tiny purple flower from the banquet she had picked up to set in her room, she plucked from the garden, Aelita pushed one of them on the side of Marianne's hair. The younger girl picked the rest of the flowers and placed them into her elder sister's hair.
"I already have the flowers, Mary." ; "Not enough!" The young girl used her small hands to place the flowers with utmost concentration so they wouldn't come off during the slightest move or caress of the wind.
"Aelita! Marianne! Go see the Madam, she is expecting you both in her office." Came the voice of one of their own , from outside on their right, an older mistress that has worked at changing the rooms of their main building. The brunnete jumped on her feet quickly while Aelita took no rush in her action from taking off along with her to see the manager of the house. She wondered what the old hag wanted this time, who's pockets will she be emptying now.
Oho. Must been some quite opulent customer based off from how the room was already full. The three Dames of heavenly constellation. Marriage and Arya were both in the room. With Madame "Ah you're here Aelita, come on quickly let's not leave the man waiting." the old hag motioned towards her to come set up next between her two sisters, Arya looked as intrigued as ever whenever an new wealthy customer stopped by or one more handsome and well defined. After all, she has been someone of the three who actually enjoyed the work she had. Unlike many courtesans, Arya is a woman who sells her body not just for money, but also for pleasure. As Aelita put it, Arya is a sex demon who will go after not just customers and manservants, but also other courtesans and apprentices when she feels too pent up. And of course she and poor Marianne were some of her favorite victims to sate her hunger with. With her beauty, pristine and the dark side of it that was hidden with the hunger that arouse at night it was no wonder she got title as the moon of the three.
Marriane unlike her however was someone more innocent, pure as the driven snow. Quiet and blooming just like the very earth they walk upon. She wanted nothing more then to keep her safe from any who would do her harm.
And alas there was she. She didn't know how or why she came to be where she was in the position, but from what the other two and even others told her, she overheard, she apparently was the sun, the star of the three. Lighting up the world with the radiance, warmth that was like that of motherly embrace, sweeping of the feet and with a pull that attracted any to her side. Preposterous.
With an corrective soft touch of her hand upon Marianne's back, the girl twitched realizing she was to straighten up her posture, thankful for Aelita to always correct or remind her of whenever anxiety began washing over her. "Here they are. One of my most best and desired. Shall we now let you have your pick?" The old Madame stated, her smile crooked as she feigned best offer and enhance truly their experience.
Tying the ends of Marianne's brunnete hair with a blue ribbon , Aelita's hand came down upon her shoulder and said. "Your hair is all done." Marianne turned excited, raising her hand as she touched her braided hair. "It's all pretty! Now we have a matching style! Well save for the color of your ribbon." She said excitedly, looking over to Aelita's own braided hair cascading like water fall just slightly down her own shoulder like shimmering cascade of silk.
Aelita smiled shaking her head as the young girl who has became like an third younger sister of hers during the time here hasn't even taken a look at the mirror or even the glass in the window to make sure it was well done, instead taking her for the word and looking all like a happy puppy.
"Turn around so I can place the flowers." Picking the tiny purple flower from the banquet she had picked up to set in her room, she plucked from the garden, Aelita pushed one of them on the side of Marianne's hair. The younger girl picked the rest of the flowers and placed them into her elder sister's hair.
"I already have the flowers, Mary." ; "Not enough!" The young girl used her small hands to place the flowers with utmost concentration so they wouldn't come off during the slightest move or caress of the wind.
"Aelita! Marianne! Go see the Madam, she is expecting you both in her office." Came the voice of one of their own , from outside on their right, an older mistress that has worked at changing the rooms of their main building. The brunnete jumped on her feet quickly while Aelita took no rush in her action from taking off along with her to see the manager of the house. She wondered what the old hag wanted this time, who's pockets will she be emptying now.
Oho. Must been some quite opulent customer based off from how the room was already full. The three Dames of heavenly constellation. Marriage and Arya were both in the room. With Madame "Ah you're here Aelita, come on quickly let's not leave the man waiting." the old hag motioned towards her to come set up next between her two sisters, Arya looked as intrigued as ever whenever an new wealthy customer stopped by or one more handsome and well defined. After all, she has been someone of the three who actually enjoyed the work she had. Unlike many courtesans, Arya is a woman who sells her body not just for money, but also for pleasure. As Aelita put it, Arya is a sex demon who will go after not just customers and manservants, but also other courtesans and apprentices when she feels too pent up. And of course she and poor Marianne were some of her favorite victims to sate her hunger with. With her beauty, pristine and the dark side of it that was hidden with the hunger that arouse at night it was no wonder she got title as the moon of the three.
Marriane unlike her however was someone more innocent, pure as the driven snow. Quiet and blooming just like the very earth they walk upon. She wanted nothing more then to keep her safe from any who would do her harm.
And alas there was she. She didn't know how or why she came to be where she was in the position, but from what the other two and even others told her, she overheard, she apparently was the sun, the star of the three. Lighting up the world with the radiance, warmth that was like that of motherly embrace, sweeping of the feet and with a pull that attracted any to her side. Preposterous.
With an corrective soft touch of her hand upon Marianne's back, the girl twitched realizing she was to straighten up her posture, thankful for Aelita to always correct or remind her of whenever anxiety began washing over her. "Here they are. One of my most best and desired. Shall we now let you have your pick?" The old Madame stated, her smile crooked as she feigned best offer and enhance truly their experience.
Refusing to look at him, Luna's eyes remained shut, her hand covering her mouth that so wanted to sink into the steady and succulent blood flow. Vampires were always attracted by certain type of blood more that either offered better nourishment, sort of ecstasy , delight. Be it from either complete outlanders or their partners.
And Luna was no deviation from that. Although she hasn't drank blood really of any individual straight from person at least save for two. Well... Four counting his brother and now with the female woman he offered her in the cell. But those two didn't really count being mostly done in act of despair and the other hunger for being locked away for a while. And even that blood she drew from the female was not enough to entirely satisfy her.
The thunderclap of her heart bumped and she had to actively hide her abashement. Of course he noticed. "What makes you think I'd want a taste of your blood?" Luna spoke with her hand over her mouth, words slightly muffled as her pure azure eyes bare into his. Trying to decipher whether this was some sort of appraisal , ending up with another punishment if she'd end up biting him. Caution wasn't of to much around him. But even vigilance ousted by unadulterated compulsion.
Second thoughts demolish desires, Dark, blue eyes glisten beneath the dim light, the shimmer of their glory gleaming upon white, wavy hair. It was disappointing, disheartening to yearn for something so esoteric, only to have bashful insecurities take it all away. She hesitated, breath hitching when her sudden intent simmered in her brain. It was only a second of uncertainty, a skip of the heartbeat, before their short distance was closed with a gentle impending ascent of her lips across his neck.
Luna halted her parted lips, hot breath tickling Cayn’ skin. Clear hesitation brewing , fleeting in the next. Her teeth are bared, fangs grazing flesh that threatens to break at the slightest poke of the sharp edges, and she takes one final deep breath against the throb of his pulse before she bites.
Luna sucked his blood into her mouth greedily, enjoying the sanguine feel on her tongue, its warm taste propelling her excitement further. The euphoric sensations coalesced and triggered the button in her brain that was her predatory instincts. With a tender kiss on his wound, Luna’s fingers traced down his shoulder and body, their gentle touch slipping beneath his shirt, caressing the natural curve of his body before taking in another bite.
Luna's was nothing like most bites, flowing wildfire through veins. No, this was ice, an chilling embrace that clashed with the warm flow of his. Her tongue was cold and slippery against Cayn's neck, searching for nothing and everything. Second turned to minutes, Luna lapped at the blood like it was her only way of living. When Luna took in just enough she released their fangs her hot breath diving into the puncture, as the vampiress licked the wound, cleaning off any runaway stream of blood. It's juiciness still inciting an orgy of her senses.
And Luna was no deviation from that. Although she hasn't drank blood really of any individual straight from person at least save for two. Well... Four counting his brother and now with the female woman he offered her in the cell. But those two didn't really count being mostly done in act of despair and the other hunger for being locked away for a while. And even that blood she drew from the female was not enough to entirely satisfy her.
The thunderclap of her heart bumped and she had to actively hide her abashement. Of course he noticed. "What makes you think I'd want a taste of your blood?" Luna spoke with her hand over her mouth, words slightly muffled as her pure azure eyes bare into his. Trying to decipher whether this was some sort of appraisal , ending up with another punishment if she'd end up biting him. Caution wasn't of to much around him. But even vigilance ousted by unadulterated compulsion.
Second thoughts demolish desires, Dark, blue eyes glisten beneath the dim light, the shimmer of their glory gleaming upon white, wavy hair. It was disappointing, disheartening to yearn for something so esoteric, only to have bashful insecurities take it all away. She hesitated, breath hitching when her sudden intent simmered in her brain. It was only a second of uncertainty, a skip of the heartbeat, before their short distance was closed with a gentle impending ascent of her lips across his neck.
Luna halted her parted lips, hot breath tickling Cayn’ skin. Clear hesitation brewing , fleeting in the next. Her teeth are bared, fangs grazing flesh that threatens to break at the slightest poke of the sharp edges, and she takes one final deep breath against the throb of his pulse before she bites.
Luna sucked his blood into her mouth greedily, enjoying the sanguine feel on her tongue, its warm taste propelling her excitement further. The euphoric sensations coalesced and triggered the button in her brain that was her predatory instincts. With a tender kiss on his wound, Luna’s fingers traced down his shoulder and body, their gentle touch slipping beneath his shirt, caressing the natural curve of his body before taking in another bite.
Luna's was nothing like most bites, flowing wildfire through veins. No, this was ice, an chilling embrace that clashed with the warm flow of his. Her tongue was cold and slippery against Cayn's neck, searching for nothing and everything. Second turned to minutes, Luna lapped at the blood like it was her only way of living. When Luna took in just enough she released their fangs her hot breath diving into the puncture, as the vampiress licked the wound, cleaning off any runaway stream of blood. It's juiciness still inciting an orgy of her senses.
"Be careful, I don't want anything to happen to either you or those potatoes" Grace's father warned her before lightning up with a smile. "And make sure that Carter doesn't try and give you too low of an offer for the apples, he can be rather stingy with his money" he then said and shook his head slightly. Grace smiled towards her father. "It will be alright. I'm more than capable of taking care of both myself and all our goods. But don't expect me home too early, I plan to talk some with Sarah" she replied to him.
Grace Hardester was one of two children to Luke and Mikaela Hardester. Over twenty years ago, before she was born, her father had bought a patch of land just outside the town and built his farm on it. The farm had grown quite a lot and now, by the time she was twenty, the crops and other goods from it earned her family a pretty sum every week. She had grown up helping out in every way she could. When she had been little she had collected eggs from the hens, then she had been able to help out collecting and binding crops together and now she had been given the responsibility to sell their produce in town.
After saying good bye to her father, she pulled on the reigns and got going to town. She had a full cart loaded with potatoes, apples, eggs and a few bottles of milk, but what she was most excited about was being finished with selling everything. It wasn't that often she got any sort of free time, there were always things to do at the farm, so she took every moment she could get. She had lied to her father, she wouldn't go and see her friend Sarah, instead, she planned on heading over to the saloon and having a drink. She figured she would have earned it after day filled with hard work.
A few hours later, Grace was finally finished with her business. She had managed to strike some good deals with Carter and some others, so she was sure her father would be pleased. After tying the horse with the cart to the hitching rail at the back of the saloon, she headed inside. It was rather empty, there were a few men sitting scattered around two tables, then another man at the bar. The bartender saw her as she entered and smiled. "The usual?" he asked and she nodded and sat down by a table. It wasn't long before she had her drink, a glass of whiskey. That alone was more than enough for her,
She took a small sip and then sighed out deeply, beginning to relax. More often than not nowadays, she wished she could do more things like this. Sit in the bar, be with her friends and do things outside the farm. It felt like she had more to get out of life than working until she couldn't no more, like her father was close to doing now. She sighed again and removed her cowboy hat and sat it down on the table and brushed some hair out of her face. A few strands had fallen out of her braid during the day. Then, she looked around the bar some more. Atleast she wasn't the only dirty person in there. Her boots had plenty of dried mud and grass on them, her skirt had once been light blue but was more grey now with dirt and her white shirt and brown leather vest over it looked rather rough as well.
Eventually, her gaze came to the man sitting by the bar, he didn't look like anyone she recognized, but there were plenty of people that passed through town. Though, while she knew for sure that she didn't know him, there was a strange feeling within her as she looked at him. Somehow, he just looked...familiar.
Grace Hardester was one of two children to Luke and Mikaela Hardester. Over twenty years ago, before she was born, her father had bought a patch of land just outside the town and built his farm on it. The farm had grown quite a lot and now, by the time she was twenty, the crops and other goods from it earned her family a pretty sum every week. She had grown up helping out in every way she could. When she had been little she had collected eggs from the hens, then she had been able to help out collecting and binding crops together and now she had been given the responsibility to sell their produce in town.
After saying good bye to her father, she pulled on the reigns and got going to town. She had a full cart loaded with potatoes, apples, eggs and a few bottles of milk, but what she was most excited about was being finished with selling everything. It wasn't that often she got any sort of free time, there were always things to do at the farm, so she took every moment she could get. She had lied to her father, she wouldn't go and see her friend Sarah, instead, she planned on heading over to the saloon and having a drink. She figured she would have earned it after day filled with hard work.
A few hours later, Grace was finally finished with her business. She had managed to strike some good deals with Carter and some others, so she was sure her father would be pleased. After tying the horse with the cart to the hitching rail at the back of the saloon, she headed inside. It was rather empty, there were a few men sitting scattered around two tables, then another man at the bar. The bartender saw her as she entered and smiled. "The usual?" he asked and she nodded and sat down by a table. It wasn't long before she had her drink, a glass of whiskey. That alone was more than enough for her,
She took a small sip and then sighed out deeply, beginning to relax. More often than not nowadays, she wished she could do more things like this. Sit in the bar, be with her friends and do things outside the farm. It felt like she had more to get out of life than working until she couldn't no more, like her father was close to doing now. She sighed again and removed her cowboy hat and sat it down on the table and brushed some hair out of her face. A few strands had fallen out of her braid during the day. Then, she looked around the bar some more. Atleast she wasn't the only dirty person in there. Her boots had plenty of dried mud and grass on them, her skirt had once been light blue but was more grey now with dirt and her white shirt and brown leather vest over it looked rather rough as well.
Eventually, her gaze came to the man sitting by the bar, he didn't look like anyone she recognized, but there were plenty of people that passed through town. Though, while she knew for sure that she didn't know him, there was a strange feeling within her as she looked at him. Somehow, he just looked...familiar.
(Younger brother/sister x older Sister, demon/demoness x demon/monster huntress.)
Demons, angels, ghouls, an topic many now treat as stories for bedtime, to scare the kids, to rehearse the myth passed down and nothing more then spewing of the fanatical and those who comfort themselves with silly beliefs.
So has been done same for two of our characters, two siblings who have been growing alone with their mother who would tell them such tales, tales retold through so many rehearsals they almost told itself. Of a demon and huntress who's love was not meant. It was a silly story, yet their mother loved the most.
The two siblings would love playing and takings roles of this tale when they were little as many other they have heard, playing the hero and monster who was meant to be slain by said one. Even if they had come to bicker who shall play what.
Then came the storm.
Not wind or rain, but a night when the world shifted. The veil thinned. And beasts from tales told came crawling for the holes they were never meant to. Their humble home torched down, their mother killed and YC taken by said monsters while MC (the sister) left in the flaming rubble in which she would be found by an sect which their mother served many years ago. Taken by them and trained as she was in same teachings and way of an demon hunter.
Years would pass and MC would rise herself to become even an canonization from her services and countless demons and monsters she had slain. Yet in neither of her missions would she find her lost younger sibling, that was until her latest task lead to an unlikely reunion between the two. With her latest target on who she was trailing being no other then YC.
Demons, angels, ghouls, an topic many now treat as stories for bedtime, to scare the kids, to rehearse the myth passed down and nothing more then spewing of the fanatical and those who comfort themselves with silly beliefs.
So has been done same for two of our characters, two siblings who have been growing alone with their mother who would tell them such tales, tales retold through so many rehearsals they almost told itself. Of a demon and huntress who's love was not meant. It was a silly story, yet their mother loved the most.
The two siblings would love playing and takings roles of this tale when they were little as many other they have heard, playing the hero and monster who was meant to be slain by said one. Even if they had come to bicker who shall play what.
Then came the storm.
Not wind or rain, but a night when the world shifted. The veil thinned. And beasts from tales told came crawling for the holes they were never meant to. Their humble home torched down, their mother killed and YC taken by said monsters while MC (the sister) left in the flaming rubble in which she would be found by an sect which their mother served many years ago. Taken by them and trained as she was in same teachings and way of an demon hunter.
Years would pass and MC would rise herself to become even an canonization from her services and countless demons and monsters she had slain. Yet in neither of her missions would she find her lost younger sibling, that was until her latest task lead to an unlikely reunion between the two. With her latest target on who she was trailing being no other then YC.
Younger half sister x older half brother
MC was an vampiress of mother who had conceived her out of wedlock with vampire commoner, an terrible act on itself hardly worse then anything, if it wouldn't be when she was married to an werewolf with who they were meant to bind their two clans.
Passing away from the childbirth, MC was left in care for years under the merciless rule of her unlawful step father and his son who had considered her a burden and traitor along with any other werewolves and even some vampires. For years she had received nothing but mistreatment and cold shoulders. After an accident that further separated vampires and werewolves from one another, MC is picked up by her mother's sister who took her away to their clan while the Union that was never meant to be crumbled down to ash.
Years later when a meeting of two is held brings MC and YC face to face once again. Due to lycanthrope's keen sense at recognizing their significant othet YC realizes that MC was his mate all along, the one he hurt in the worst possible way. YC is drawn to her, but would she forgive him? Together they must confront betrayal, hidden agendas that are seeking to undermine the attempt at peaceful coexistence, and the past that seemed to haunt them.
MC was an vampiress of mother who had conceived her out of wedlock with vampire commoner, an terrible act on itself hardly worse then anything, if it wouldn't be when she was married to an werewolf with who they were meant to bind their two clans.
Passing away from the childbirth, MC was left in care for years under the merciless rule of her unlawful step father and his son who had considered her a burden and traitor along with any other werewolves and even some vampires. For years she had received nothing but mistreatment and cold shoulders. After an accident that further separated vampires and werewolves from one another, MC is picked up by her mother's sister who took her away to their clan while the Union that was never meant to be crumbled down to ash.
Years later when a meeting of two is held brings MC and YC face to face once again. Due to lycanthrope's keen sense at recognizing their significant othet YC realizes that MC was his mate all along, the one he hurt in the worst possible way. YC is drawn to her, but would she forgive him? Together they must confront betrayal, hidden agendas that are seeking to undermine the attempt at peaceful coexistence, and the past that seemed to haunt them.
Adoptive mother x Son/Daughter
A saying goes that no one can pick their family. To each has their own merits and downfalls. One people go through with them or without. However for this tale, fate would have for certain two to become one. An orphan perhaps that lost their family to illness, war, monster, famine, escaped from abusive family or simply was thrown aside unwanted. Forced to wander like a stray dog the cold nights, filthy, unwelcomed nearly anywhere, stealing to survive and without any purpose. Just an extra mouth to feed as many would consider in the time.
On the other hand MC who is rumoured around and talk of many is however like many creatures of night feared and not well understood, merely living secluded in far place away upon which YC the poor vagrant happens to stumble on. The sight of them taking a piety and melancholy in their stone and cold heart. In the moment taking them as their own, where MC home would become their. Both coming to learn much from another, YC to trust again and MC to interact with the people that she had left behind.
Years pass, and like many young birds that grow up they eventually leave their nest. Making their future in the world. Be it all for good or bad reasons...However what would happen if the two would meet again? The child who was once lost and close to death and their adoptive mother who took them in and raised them. And who unknowingly has been loved more then should be by YC who she once took in.
A saying goes that no one can pick their family. To each has their own merits and downfalls. One people go through with them or without. However for this tale, fate would have for certain two to become one. An orphan perhaps that lost their family to illness, war, monster, famine, escaped from abusive family or simply was thrown aside unwanted. Forced to wander like a stray dog the cold nights, filthy, unwelcomed nearly anywhere, stealing to survive and without any purpose. Just an extra mouth to feed as many would consider in the time.
On the other hand MC who is rumoured around and talk of many is however like many creatures of night feared and not well understood, merely living secluded in far place away upon which YC the poor vagrant happens to stumble on. The sight of them taking a piety and melancholy in their stone and cold heart. In the moment taking them as their own, where MC home would become their. Both coming to learn much from another, YC to trust again and MC to interact with the people that she had left behind.
Years pass, and like many young birds that grow up they eventually leave their nest. Making their future in the world. Be it all for good or bad reasons...However what would happen if the two would meet again? The child who was once lost and close to death and their adoptive mother who took them in and raised them. And who unknowingly has been loved more then should be by YC who she once took in.