Prohibited ✓ BDSM • C.Cullen • Twilight and TVD crossover •

𝙎𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣; 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

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"Yeah, exactly. The second to the right and after that it's just straight forward Nate."

I had ordered Nate and Kaleb to the the two bartenders at the wedding, of course I ordered them to bring Tessa and Beth because I had not seem them in forever. So of course they agreed and now we're here, the day of the wedding.

"Are you sure we can park at the house? I mean-"

I rolled my eyes and broke him off.

"Yes, I'm sure. Now, shut up and drive. Eyes on the road and look out for Grizzly bears!"

He sucked in a shocked breath.

"Wait, what?! Viv-"

I smirked into the phone and said a very quick goodbye. With a laugh I ended the call, I flipped the phone shut with a evil grin and began to whistle as I skipped my way out of my room. It was roughly 8 hours to the wedding would begin, but I still stressed everything with no reason at all. I skipped into the kitchen and was met with Dylan, Carlisle- well almost all of the men in the house. Almost everyone looked at me with amused eyes, only Edward frowned at me. He narrowed his eyes on me as I made my way towards the fridge and took out hand made noodles from yesterday, with chili oil and a lot of garlic, before he for what must be the trillionth time asked me the same question.

"What's the surprise?"

Even tho this question had been asked until my ears had bled it still managed to bring a wicked grin on my lips. I turned around with the same evil expression and answered him.

"Voldemort will dance with you hand in hand and cut the cake with his elder wand."

I was going to continue but I heard a car driving into our parkinglot and I immediately placed my food on the counter and sped out of the kitchen with an even brighter smile. Nate and Kaleb along with Tessa and Beth already knew what I was, the boys knew only a few weeks after I took them in and I later gave them permission to tell their girls. I blurred out into the driveway and saw Nate step out of the car.

He had brown hair, it was not long enough to reach his shoulder but not short enough to stop at his ears. He had tan skin, and that was more because of his origin. He came from Italy when he was a child, and he certainly looked like it. He had a sharp jawline, deep green eyes and a short cut beard. He wore a black button up shirt along with a pair of black dress pants and fancy leather shoes. Because the three last buttons were undone tattoos were seen, they made their way from his chest to his neck and I knew his whole torso along with his arms were covered in them. But they were not randomly done, they all connected to each other in an artistic way and I loved them all a lot. 

Kaleb soon followed him out of the black Range Rover Evoque, and he did not look any different than when I had left the club either. Instead of coming from Italy he came from Sweden, and they both looked like their complete opposite. Instead of having tan skin he was pale, he had dirty blonde hair and a more of a clean look to him. He had no beard, his hair was neatly in place but with one look on him you could see it was a lot more to him than his looks. Under that shirt of his he also had a lot of tattoos, they both had muscular bodies and scars hidden benth them. He wore a deep blue button up, he also had black dress pants and the same shoes as Nate. He had very icy blue eyes, but they were not scary or shining as most blue eyes did, they were calm and soft instead. He also had a sharp jawline like Nate and they both looked like models in real life, which was no surprise to me. 

When their eyes saw me their lips turned up into big goofy grins and I did not hesitate to run into Nates arms. He lifted me up and spun me around with a laugh, and soon put me down to let Kaleb spin me around. They both threw their arms around my shoulders and grinned down at me like madmen, which I had no problems with. But when I saw a bit of Elizabeths dress I broke free from their grasp and walked towards her with my arms open and a soft smile on my lips. Her face turned warm as she burried her face into my shoulder and hugged me back, and being the mother I was my hand immediately began to stroke her hair.