#Reigna asks

[daddymothxxx]

what are those pink cigarettes i keep seeing other demons use? (sorry if i bother you)

"Tino brand cigarettes. Velvette and I came up with them. They got a synthetic version of the dust that's in my smoke that I breathe out cut in as a powder into the tobacco mix. They're real relaxin' and if ya smoke 'em in a chain then they got a delta-8 weed effect. Not strong as what I make naturally, but nice. 'N' they work on me unlike my actual smoke." He's always game to brag on Velvette's side work in chemicals and potions and other laboratory stuff he didn't fully understand. Regular little witch when she wasn't making fashion shows and Voxtagrams.

[feyhunter78]

I have two very... thirsty thoughts. But I'm gonna do two asks bc I wanna make it count (and bc they've got different vibes)!

Okay, so Emperor Miguel, right? Him sitting Y/N on his throne and eating her out (bc he treats his girl right!).

Bonus points for if he's demon!Emperor Migs. Using the potential horns as handle bars (gripping them like you're on a fucking roller coaster).

And him just being so attentive, giving praise the entire time.

"Mi reigna, you taste so beautiful-!"

"Keep singing for me, darling... I want the whole castle to know who makes you sound like this."

"One more - just one more, my love. I know you've got one more in you, please-!" As he whines, desperate to keep going.

Plus... biting up Y/N's thighs, marking her, showing who pleasures her.

...or, if one happens to be into degradation...

"Oh, you like taking the Emperor's tongue like this?" Smirking, teasing the entire time. "Like a little royal whore?"

"What a sweet slut, screaming for everyone to hear." Gotta love peppering both insults and compliments into the same sentence.

...also, afterwards: him praising his queen for doing such a good job, and moving so she can sit on his lap and just cuddle, hoping the whole court is unaware of how just mere minutes ago, the darling Queen doting on her husband was begging for his tongue to fuck her.

Or how the Emperor, with his sweet nothings and tender affirmations to his beloved, was eating her out like she was his last meal.

...I have many thoughts :]

-Red

AHHH I LOVE THISSSSS also I will give Miguel horns if y’all want it might make a poll to see how “demon” y’all want him to be bc I have ideasssss

[hazzyking]

Appearances

-just a smutt warning

-sorry if it's bad

-I tried posting a gif like all the other good fanfic creators but then I uncovered a spoiler that hurt my heart so no gifs until I get further in Mayans 🫣

-I agree there needs to be more Alvarez content so I'm making my contribution. Hopefully more creators will give us content ❤️

-enjoy

It was one of those days. The sun was shining the wind was nice and crisp and it broke the heat just right. You had a day off from work and Marcus had a "day off" from his club. Bishop had called Marcus out to come hang out at the scrap yard to which you reluctantly obliged. It was your one day off and you were gonna spend it at your job, but- they were kinda like your family anyway and Marcus promised a free ride on the back of his bike. You had your own but riding with Marcus made you feel special so, you woke up bright and early and put on your best looking but also most comfortable riding gear ((whatever you think that would look like to you)) and you and Marcus made your way to the scrapyard. It was a long drive, every time you road with Marcus he took his time, he loved the comfort your arms wrapped tightly around his waist gave him, and the warmth of your legs pressed up against him. It just brought him great calm feeling you on his bike. Especially when he spent his days riding all over California alone. He let out a relaxed hum which was drowned out over the moter of the bike but you felt it. You felt his muscles turn to butter as you laid your cheek on his shoulder and closed your eyes feeling relaxed as well. When you two pulled into the scrap yard Coco and Angle were quick to stop what they were doing to Greet you.

You stepped off the bike and smiled at the boys approaching you, until Marcus shot a glare at the two boys and they turned on their heels walking in the opposite direction you glared at him rolling your eyes "what? I want you all to myself" Marcus muttered putting his hands on your waist and pulling you towards him. You blushed and pulled away from him looking down at the dirt "right... appearances" Marcus looked down at the ground, slightly hurt by the rejection.

Later that day you were seen walking across the dirt drive way, as you walked you hoisted your pants up so they sit higher on your waist, Angle watched as you shimmied your ass in your pants and bit his lip watching you with dark eyes "what's wrong? Pants don't fit?" Angle questioned, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Yea it's hard when your ass is so fat" you said with confidence seemingly knocking the wind out of the young man. You trot over to Bishop and Alverez who are leaning against a car having a beer together. Alverez watches you dreamily as you hop over to them with a smile "what?" You asked, knowing exactly what you were doing to the oh so tough Mayan.

"You are so beautiful when you smile like that." Alverez spoke smoothly unraveling you causing you to melt to his delicious words.

"S-stop, i dont want the guys to think-" you stuttered blushing darkly.

"Oh sorry Reigna, I'll compliment you later when I'm in between your legs" Alverez smirked as If he could hear you internally scream, your cheeks Got darker and you ran away into the garage of the scrap yard. You hated when Marcus was like that with you infront of the guys you tried so hard to maintain this tough appearance so no one would walk all over you, and there he is, complimenting you and undressing you with his eyes. You grunted in frustration and slumped down behind a car. You herd Alverez's boots click against the concrete floor, and your heart began racing. You moaned softly at the agonizing feeling in your pants. They were uncomfortable before- it's even worse now "I know your in here mija" Alverez chuckled a dark chuckle. You rose to your feet and saw his smile illuminate the room, you giggled softly slowly approaching the man, his hands found their way to your hips again, and he pressed you against one of the cars.

"Marcus-" you blushed squirming away.

"(Y/N) I don't want to play games anymore hm?" Alverez muttered his eyes glancing all over your body.

"But-" you squeaked out as you felt his lips against your neck, you began to lose your train of thought as his tongue and teeth graze against the soft skin. You shutter under him fighting back soft moans "w-what are you doing" you managed to get out.

"Worshipping you Reigna" Alverez muttered against your neck, you could feel your panties start to get wet as he continued teasing you, his hands making their way under your shirt and pushing your bra up so his fingers can play with your nipples. You breathed heavily, eyes screwed shut and your lips biting back a moan, Alverez looked into your eyes and noticed so he leaned in teasing you with a kiss. To his shock you caved and crashed your lips onto his, your legs almost immeadatley wrapping around your waist as he pushed you into the car more. You could feel the buldge in his pants grow bigger as you desp grind against him begging for some friction. Alverez's tounge slides past your lips and dances with yours as you moan quietly into the kiss. His hands work at the button on your jeans and slowly unzips them while your legs grip to his waist, the only thing holding you up was his body and the car.

His hands slowly moved into your panties teasing you to the fullest ammount. You couldn't take it anymore "Marcus?" You spoke breathlessly as his fingers rubbed your clit.

"Hm?" He mumbled against your neck, as if his lips could feel your hears race

"Please" you moaned a bit louder than you wanted as he slid two fingers into your dripping entrance, you knocked your head back onto the roof of the car moaning.

"Please what Reigna?" He spoke with a smirk now watching the moans escape your throat. He set you down, your knees beginning to shake as the waves of pleasure stopped, you watched him kneel down infront of you and the pleasure quickly rushed back, he slowly pulled your pants down to your ankles and put one hand behind your knee pulling you closer to him, you watched all these actions knowing exactly what's to come next but still full of anticipation, lis lips began to suck your clit softly and your knees buckled due to his tongue working its Magic, his hands pushed your waist against the car without separating from your pussy. "Your beautiful Reigna" he muttered, and you blushed looking down at him, your fingers tangled themselves in his dark hair as he continued to pull you closer and closer to an orgasm you moaned out obscenities and then wined when he pulled away once more, he stood up looking at you with dark eyes, you swallowed hard. Doing this in a place like this. Didn't happen often. Alverez typically prefers his home. Anywhere in his home. But he prefers the privacy. It was such a long werk for him and watching you work and playfully flirt with the guy just made it impossible for him to control himself "no more appearances hm?" He muttered into your ear biting it softly.

"B-but" you protested.

"No buts Reigna- your mine, I love you. And I want everyone to see that love" Alvarez spoke kissing your neck "I want them to see you blush when I compliment you. I want them to hear you call me yours" his fingers slowly moved down your body and into your pants

"M-Marcus- I dont"

"Don't take me so seriously mija, I want them to see the softness. Not this. But I couldn't wait any longer for this, I had to get you alone" Marcus speaks as he begins to rub your clit in circular motions you moan laying your head against the car again exposing your throat, Alverez's other hand reaches up and wraps his hand around your throat, all while his other hand begins to fuck you with his fingers. You gasp as his grip tightens just enough your unable to respond as your moans fill up the garage "Te gustan mis manos alrededor de tu garganta mija?" Alvarez speaks slowly with a bit of a growl your eyes look at him blushing, you have absolutely no idea what he just said to you. But it sounded so sexy.

"I-i" you moan.

"I know- I said, do you like the way my hands feel around your throat, Mija" he repeated muttering into your ear. You swallowed hard as Alverez continued to fuck you with his fingers bringing you to a swift orgasm. "I'll take that as a yes" he smirked kissing you softly as he removed his hands from your pants. You flushed, still trying to catch your breath. You looked at him feeling so hot and flustered "are you Okay?" Alvarez asked kissing your cheek softly.

"I'm perfect" you breathed out. "But I'm also a mess! How am I gonna clean this!" You argued swatting his leather covered chest.

"I think these things through Reigna relax" he chuckled pulling a bandanna from his pocket "do you want to clean yourself up or should i?" Alvarez looking at you with dark eyes.

"I'll do it- your only gonna make it worse" you spoke- you really wanted him to, but you knew no good would come from him touching you again. You'd be in that garage for hours.

"You really are beautiful Mi amor" he smiled watching you as you zipped your pants back up.

"Your fucking- ugh your amazing. I don't deserve you" you blushed resting your head against his chest.

"I'm the one who dosnt deserve you Mija, but I'm glad your here" Alvarez smiled "lest go before someone comes looking" he began to laugh as you shook your head, his hands tangled in yours as you both walked out of the garage, he went back to his spot next to Bishop and you walked over to Angel and Coco who looked at you with mischievous grins.

"Someone had fun"

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Queen Reigna - OC Intro

Name (full): Queen Reigna Alivina Regali

Story Role/Character Type: Antagonist, The Evil Stepmother, The Evil Queen, The Tyrant, Manipulator, Abusive Parent, The Dragon

Age: 39, maybe, no one’s entirely sure

Appearance: Long dark hair, usually in thick braids wrapped around her head and neck for battle, and down in a long black waterfall for formal events. Very pale skin, so pale you can see veins and it almost glows in the dark. Always wearing dark clothes, resembling spider webs or dragon or serpent scales and wings. A silver crown with no jewels that curls around her head and frames her face like a silver serpent. Her fingertips are stained black and no one really knows why, could she be messing with dark magic? Who knows. She has black armor that looks like a reptile’s scales and a sword with a dragon eating a ruby for the handle.

Strengths: very good at manipulation, deceptively charming and sweet, master of passive aggressiveness and gaslighting, affinity for potions and poisons

Weaknesses: hair trigger temper, vain in all areas and overconfident

Additional Notes: Here she is, Snow’s awful awful stepmother. Inspired by Narissa from Enchanted. She does have a magic mirror that can tell you things if you ask it in rhyme, no one is really sure where she got it from (and maybe it’s best if we don’t know).

Story: Fractured Stars Falling series, Snow Knight book

Quote: “You are a child. And a naive one at that.”

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FSF Taglist: @rose-bookblood @chalcid @evethenovicewriter @writing-is-a-martial-art @mjjune @fiercely-raging-writer @wildswrites @corishadowfang @surroundedbypearls @serenanymph (send me a message to be +/- from the taglist <3)

[obey-me-ocs]

Alright I come bearing angst gifts! Here are some of the ideas I’ve got;

1. Fang and Damien have been friends for a long while. Though they have drifted afar. Damien’s a pride demon so imagine the two waking up in bed together. This isn’t the first time this has happened either. Damien is very dismissive about what they used to have, in fact he works with Asmo, he’a a photographer. Damien had long since tried to distance himself from Fang, after all if Asmo doesn’t like him he’s likely to have a lot of demons dislike, and being the prideful demon he is, he needs to surround himself with people to be respected. Word has gotten out about Fang and Damien when they return to rad(not sure if he’s still in rad but if not then word has just gotten out) So the two must deal with the after math. After all Asmo likely has a monopoly over many.

2. Damien is the exchange student and has been getting closer to Fang. After all he’s been helping the demon brothers so why not expand to help others? The two are sittings for lunch as they have done many times before and Asmo just so happens to be walking by and he’s clearly seething with jealously. Of course the lustful demon doesn’t want Damien scared of him so he doesn’t outwardly try and kill Fang but it’s mostly just gonna be back and fourth of Asmo spreading lies on Fang and trying to get Damien to stop socializing with him.

3. Regina’s family had sent Damien a demon who excels in magic whose sin is unknown to watch over Regina and tame her anger(with the use of calming magic he has specifically tailored to help her calm down, while not completely solving the problem or does help). Through years of being with her she has learned to tolerate and maybe even view him in an affectionate manner. It’s all new to her, he’s been one to stay even when her family has disapproved of her. As he goes to rad with her and no one knows his sin so he is often bullied regarded as a weak demon. Regina gives me the vibe that she’d be pissed at someone for not standing for themselves so I imagine this as a point of conflict. How Damien is willing to take any unfair treatment from anyone despite the fact that he very well could put them in their place. He’s very work oriented so he doesn’t take care of himself very much. It only confuses her more why he decides to stay and still help her with school work and her anger issues where everyone has left. Her feelings add this new foreign need to care for someone and she doesn’t know how to handle it.

(If you were wondering Damien has no set species he’s just fun to put every where! Lemme know if I gotta tweak some I can fix up the starters I already had. I hope this wasn’t to confusing, words are hard lol. Anyway don’t remember if I ever mentioned it, but I’m 18+ so no worries.)

No need to apologize! I understand it all and just... love all your ideas! Thank you so much for sharing them all!

So love the first idea, Fang is desperate for any sort of relationship so originally would be extremely happy with damien even if he noticed them drifting away. He will try to keep the relationship together, though once he learns why Damien is trying to avoid him he would be extremely hurt. Then most likely to accept it with a sad smile, he'll wish Damien the best then isolate himself for weeks.

He wouldn't want to bother Damien, thinking that is he he really was causing so many problems then it would be best if he just didn't ever see Damien again. Despite how much it would hurt him. (Fang doesn't go to rad as a student, and will mostly do it for meetings with Lord Diavolo or barb)

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Fang would be so happy at first to have Damien help him, and is just enjoying having lunch with him but when asmo shows up it gets really awkward. He can tell that if he leaves Damien Asmos going to probably going to attack him, so instead just sort of stays nears him and tries to explain the lies.

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At first Reigna would be extremely angry at Damien, having her family sending a demon to try and control her. Even if she knows that her angry needs something to be controlled, she hates it at first. After awhile she does get used to Damien, and will show her weird way of supporting him. She will get upset that Damien doesn't defend himself, but most of the demons that bully him end up 'disappearing'

just... all the good angst-

[asksheriffswan]

AU: You can make me go to this stupid fall festival, Swan, because I am only doing this for Henry, but I swear if you try to make me wear a costume for this dumb contest, we are done.

Of course we are. 

Well that’s a real shame, Madame Mayor, because I really think your subjects would have gotten a kick out of seeing you dress up like the Evil Queen. Henry too. But if you’re really too cool for costumes I’ll tell Henry to put the prince charming costume away. Poor kid’s going to be so disappointed... 

[hydra-collector]

Nice!! Egg is very good at covering songs, she has a way of changing the vibes entirely lol (and she's also a lesbian so that's a plus haha) But I'd say you'd like Penelope Scott's softer songs (Like Lavender or Sweet Hibiscus Tea), she comes to mind first

yess i love penelope scott and ive been meaning to listen to her more. im slowly expanding my music tastes from the 2 or 3 bands that i listen to

[yoraely]

moot appreciation post bc i just wanna❤️❤️❤️

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@hearts4r1na : LITERALLY SUCH A FUNNY SILLY GOOFY MOOT ?!!??!? ALSO !;₱;!:₱;& HIS ART❤️ I LIVE FOR HIS ART AND I LOVE IT SM❤️❤️❤️💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 he also sends me asks everyday and UAGH😻😻 (no i dont get my daily dose of human interaction as you can see) ANOTHER ONE😋😋 THEYRE AN ENA KINNIE UR HONOR❤️❤️. AN ENA KINNIE ❤️❤️❤️ ANF HIS OCS ?!???? AUSFDHDHDGHD I LOVE THEM.. THEY R LIKE MY CHILDREN..

@mireinaas-blog : MY GOOFY BALL❤️ REIGNA💞 literally i love her sm too 💞💞💞💞 ALSO!!! shes an enstars, genshin, TWISTED WONDERLAND , tokyo revengers fan💞💞💞💞 HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE HER BC I LOVE HER… LIKE A LOT AS A BIG SISTER 😻😻😻😻😻😻 SHE ALSO RESPONDS TO MY ASKS ALMOST RIGHT AWAY❓❓❓ LOVE HER FOR THAT ‼️‼️

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@erriukie : underrated tr writer🤬 LITERALLY ‼️ READ THEIR TOKYO REVENGER X READER STUFF NOW. ANYWAYS❓ELI’S VERY HUMOROUS 😍😍😍 THEYRE VERY FUNNY AND THEY MAKE ME GIGGLE AT LIKE 7 IN YHE MORNING.. (eli’s scared of one of the major arcana guess who) JK‼️ pls dont i love eli very much like cats 💞

@heizours : FLABBERGASTED. WHEN I BECAME MOOTS W HOWL I INSTANTLY FLEW TO CELESTIA LIKE DILUCS DAD (sry crepus stans) ALSO‼️‼️‼️‼️ THEIR FICS❓TOE CURLING (SOMETIMES) HEARTWRENCHING BUT MOSTLY HEART WARMING GENSHIN FICS U HAVE EVER SEEN😻… i read their fics b4 i sleep i definitely recommend doing it if you like fluff (or not)

[multiversxwhore]

Pairings: Blade x Black!oc

Genre: Drama

Word count: 8k

Warnings: Mentions of biting, and blood, usage of a slur word, mild violence.

Chapter 4: Pandemonium

“Okay Blade, Felix is a dear friend of mine.” I explain from the passenger seat, Abigail, and Hannibal were in the back.

“So?” He ask

“So…be nice, duh.” I say, I pulled my hair up into an Afro puff, the heat was getting to me. I hated summer, winter made it much easier for me to work, when I lift my hair up a drop of sweat rolls down the side of my neck. Blade looked over at me for a second, it was a fleeting moment, but that had been the first time in a few hours where he actually looked in my direction. When I turned to look back at him, he looked away, I looked down at my phone replying back to my step sister Reigna. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth to keep from grinning like a fool.

The silence is cut when Hannibal opens his big mouth to make a joke.

“Yea good luck with that, I don’t think he’s familiar with that emotion.” Hannibal jokes, I couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“But do you know what he is familiar with? Putting his foot up someone’s ass that doesn’t know when to stop talking.” Blade says, his eyes still on the road. I offered to drive, but of course he didn’t trust me behind a wheel.

“He just better be as good as you say he is, or we’re leaving.” Blade said, I couldn’t see his eyes, they were hiding behind his shades. He wasn’t wearing his usual leather coat, instead he kept it simple to a dark red short sleeve shirt, and black slacks, with big black combat boots. I grimace in pain just thinking about the damage a boot that big could do to a person…or vampire.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you staring wasn't polite?” Blade asked, his tone heavy with sarcasm, he only said it loud enough for me to hear. And I couldn’t help but smirk, the corners of my mouth curl upwards.

“I never look away from such beauty.” I say, Blade just keeps looking straight ahead. Felix’s shop comes into view, and I instantly get excited, it’s been a while since I’ve seen him.

Then I get deflated when I remember why I’ve been avoiding him. I ponder on mentioning it out loud, if I say something now, Blade is going to be less inclined towards letting Felix help. I don’t think Blade would even care about my stupid drama, but he does care about getting the job done. I’ve noticed he doesn’t like to be slowed down, can’t totally blame him on that one.

“Reesé?” Blade called out from the driver's seat, im brought back to our current situation by his deep voice.

“This is a coffee shop.” He says, I couldn’t see his eyes, but I felt the impatience oozing out of him.

“Yup.” I say nodding my head.

“Alright while mom and dad figure out how to work the radio, Abigail and I are gonna go on ahead in.” Hannibal says Abigail rolls her eyes, but gets out of the car anyway.

I turned my body towards Blade, he’s about to get out, but I grabbed onto his forearm. He instantly freezes, slowly he turns and looks down at my hand. Then he looks back at me, I'm sure a warning glare was behind those shades. I don’t back down though, “Why don’t you trust me?” I ask, I didn’t want to sound like a crybaby, but that’s how it came out. My lips fall into a pout, and I fold my arms over my chest.

“Seriously? I just met you, and you want me to trust you? I don’t even trust those two idiots.” Blade says referring to Hannibal and Abigail, I would have laughed if this was a different situation.

“Rather you like it or not, we’re connected somehow Eric, don’t you find that strange? Were you just going to keep ignoring it?” I demand an answer from him. Blade didn’t like when I used his real name, but I’ve been trying the nice approach. This seemed to be the only language he understood, the air in the car got thick at the mention of our strange connection. It was already bad enough we were forced to be physically close in the small space of the front seat.

“Actually, I didn’t even start having visions until a year ago.” Blade reveals to me, I'm shocked he even gave up that information. I was going to continue till he cut me off.

“Let’s save this for another time, we’re already dealing with something else.” That was an order, he had decided the conversation was over with. I had lost interest in trying to dominate anyway, even though he was letting me do that. I know it’s going to be a while before I get the chance again.

When we entered the cafe, there were a lot of people inside at tables, most of them actually ordering. Though a lot of people just came here to mooch off the free internet service the cafe provided. Over in the back corner sat Abigail, and Hannibal, of course they ordered food. I rolled my eyes heading in their direction, once Hannibal spotted us he waved his hand like an idiot.

“Yea I see you dumb ass, but we didn’t come here to eat.” I say, he frowns.

“Well I’d certainly hope you at least feed me a meal before you turn me into one of your foot soldiers.” Hannibal bickers, he’s somehow always ready with a joke.

“Shut up doofus, and scoot over.” I nudge him a bit towards the window, he reluctantly makes space for me. I look around the cafe for Felix, but I don’t see him, I call a waitress over. I recognize her from before, I'm surprised she still works here. “Excuse me waiter.” I called out, I noticed some people were staring, I overlooked it. Though something about this place felt off, I don’t know what it was yet. Choosing to put that to the side for now I look up at the waitress, giving her a feign smile.

“Is Felix here?” I ask, genuinely curious, he’s usually waiting tables.

“Oh he’s in the back, he’s been moved up to manager.” The red head said, clearly she was waiting to complain about it.

“Oh really, tell me more.” I lean back a bit, no reason to rush…other than the fact there’s a rabid species of vampires out snatching people up.

“Gosh, no shame at all Reesé.” Abigail scolds me, but I just shrug my shoulders, “I’m an opportunist.” I nod my head to the waiter for her to continue.

“Well, our other manager, Jake, died two weeks ago. They said he died choking from an allergic reaction at home, but that sounds like such bullshit. I went to that funeral, and I’ll tell you this, whoever the mortician was did a horrible job. I could still see bruises around his neck from someone’s hands…mhhm. Then all of a sudden Felix is manager? Ridiculous, the kids never been on time to work ever, and he's the manager? What a load of bull shit, he ain’t running the place like any manger I’ve ever seen. Everyone practically does what they want now, which I’m sure seems great, but because he’s not doing his job we have to deal with any and all complaints. ” The waiter spills all the information without a second thought, I look across the table at Blade, it did seem like he was somewhat interested by that information, but not much.

“Well isn’t that peculiar…hmm, well tell your manager Reesé Bridgington is here to see him.” I say, then I tip her a crisp $50 bill, she could be a good resource in the future. A big grin spread across her face, she nearly skipped away from the table. Everyone was quiet for a moment, it didn’t last long.

“Seriously? Bridgington?” Hannibal asks in a mocking voice, he picks his coffee mug up, and sips it with his pinky out.

“Wow, you must be loaded.” Abigail says next.

“I really don’t care.” Blade grunts, he’s looking around the caffe and uneasy look in his eyes. He must feel it too, the odd aura about this place, it’s giving me shivers down my spine.

“Shut up you idiots, I don’t have that much money, the last name came from my adopted father.” That wasn’t entirely a lie, I was indeed loaded as Abigail put it, it’s not something I like to talk about. It just reminds me of my puzzled past, before the family I have now took me in.

“Oh shit Reesé I haven’t seen you in a while! How’s the gigs going?” Felix said coming in for a hug, I tried to hold back a cringe, he was always too eager to touch me. I reluctantly hug him back, Abigail,and Hannibal give me a questioning look. Blade is watching Felix with hawk-like eyes, but he doesn’t say anything.

“It’s nice to see you, but you know I didn’t come here to chat, they’re cool by the way,we’re all hunters.” I say in a low tone, you never knew who the hell was listening. Felix starts to grin, a look of excitement on his face, he claps his hands together. I rolled my eyes, gosh he was such a nerd, “You mean?” Felix asks.

“Yes that’s what I’m here for Felix, can we please…” I got up from my seat no longer in the mood for chit chat, for some reason I was feeling very agitated. I wanted to get this over with.

“Ugh finally, I thought these were gonna collect dust.” Felix explained leading us behind the cash register, and into the back break room. At the back of the room was another door that connected to a big wearhouse . He pulls the door open, and we walk into his workshop, such a contrast from the quiet coffee house. To the far right was another door, it had a keypad on it from what I could see at this angle. Turning my attention back to the task at hand, I was shocked to find 2 other men, both of them working on individual weapons, cutting, melting, and making different types of metals. The loud machinery was the cause of the high pitched grinding noise, it was killing my sensitive ears.

“Wow, you recruited!” I shout over the noise, and Felix nods his head smiling proudly. He signaled to the other men to stop their work, instantly it became quieter.

“Guys this is Reese, Reese…and friends, this is Tom, and Greg.” Felix introduces his friends to us; Tom looks to be about 35, 5’7, and maybe 132 lbs. Greg looks about the same, maybe he’s 26 and 170 lbs. He has dark hair, and dark chocolate eyes, Greg is the more handsome one of the pair. Though he’s watching Blade closely, and Blade doesn’t bother looking at him, though I’m sure he’s very aware of Greg’s eyes.

“I’m Bob, this is Karen, and John.” Hannibal says with a bright smile on his face, I roll my eyes, sometimes I could not believe what an idiot this man is.

“I’m Abigail, this doofus is Hannibal, and that’s-” Abigail was cut off by Felix, he eagerly steps forward to reach his hand out to Blade.

“Blade, the day walker, yes we know so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.” I cringe a bit at his fan boy behavior, Blade looks down at Felix hand, then turns to me with his eyebrow raised. I just shrugged my shoulders, I had nothing to do with his knowledge of Blade. Though ever since the FBI investigated him a few years ago, his name has gotten very popular in the search bar on google.

“Ok, not a hand shaker, noted. Welp I’m guessing you’re here because you need new toys, that’s the only time Reesé shows up, she’s always about business.” Hannibal turns to me, his eyebrows lifted in surprise by Felix's suggestive statement. Ugh this asshole really had to go there, it was one night, we were both drunk. Seriously why the hell is Felix still holding on to that, my thoughts are cut off by Blade pinching my arm.

“Next time don’t mix us in your drama.” His teeth were clenched as he spoke low enough for only me to hear. I nodded my head not saying anything, I wanted to cry from the pain of how tightly he pinched my skin. That was for sure going to leave a mark.

“We’re dealing with a new bread, that hunk of metal you gave Reese isn’t going to cut it.” Blade was being deliberately rude, usually it was reflex, but you can tell he just doesn’t like anything that’s going on here.

Felix grinned, he looked up from his computer, most likely going through his database. He was very tidy about his work, he liked to keep his weapons and the people that bought them organized.

“Oh she didn’t tell you?” Felix asked, he put the computer down, Greg went back to working on something. Tom watches from his desk quietly, he doesn't seem like he’d be much of a problem but you can never be too sure.

“What?” Abigail asks suspiciously.

“I knew it! I knew she had a bionic arm!” Hannibal shouts, I let out a deep sigh.

“Reese is fast.” Felix says, he makes a gesture with his body like he’s about to shoot off running. I’m starting to feel like this was a major mistake, that was one of things I did not like about Felix, he never knew how to keep things to himself. I didn’t want them to know that, but cats out the bag.

“What do you mean fast?” Blade asks, suddenly he’s curious, though he doesn’t bother to ask more questions.

“Like faster than a vampire, that hunk of metal as you called it, is to slow her down, it’s weighted weaponry made specifically for Reese.” Felix explained, Abigail, Hannibal, and even Blade have impressive looks on their faces.

I shrug trying to stay humble, “It’s nothing really.”

Blade takes a step back, holding his arms out gesturing towards me. “Well, let’s see it then, show me what you got.” I couldn’t believe what was happening, Blade was throwing me a freebie? In Front of other people?

I step forward, I hand off my weapons to Hannibal, a look of shock on his face, “What the hell, these guns are like 100lbs each! You’re not even that big!” I ignore him and I step forward in front of the day walking vampire. He flashes his pretty white teeth at me grinning, he holds his fist up in a fighting stance. I step forward an inch, “Don't blink.” I say in a taunting voice, the second step I take, I speed forward, in seconds I’m in his face. He reaches out his hand to grab me, I move in just enough time for him to barely miss me. I move behind him, and push Blade forward with all my strength.

He goes back a few feet, Blade is heavier than he looks, “Man you’re fat, what are you eating jungle animals?” I joke. He turned to face me, a genuine impressive look on his face.

“How do you do that? Move so fast.” Blade asked. I shrug my shoulders, “It’s not something I was taught, that I know of, I just call it flash step.” I said

My eyes caught his left cheek healing quickly, I must have scratched him by accident. I feel my lips curl upwards a bit into a small smirk, Hannibal claps his hands together as he walks to my side of the room. “Yup my money was on you the whole time, shrimpy.” He slaps me on the back, Blade dust his shoulder off, he walks over to the wall of weapons pulling the biggest one off the shelf. “Let’s call that even…for now. Do you have anything more refined, the same size though.” Blade requested, he turns to Felix who’s already searching through the computer, Greg throws a long sword onto the table. It’s metal is thicker than Blade's own original weapon, yet it’s edge was very sharp, and the hilt had traces of silver nitrate flowing through it.

“Wow…it’s beautiful.” I say, I reach out to touch it, my hand hovers over the sharpness of the blade. I feel an odd rush just thinking about the damage this thing could cause.

“I’ve been working on that there for a year, but had to stop after a while and come back to finish it. It’s difficult to obtain weight, and sharpness at the same time. I added silver nitrate to the hilt a few weeks ago, it was a last minute decision, the blade also has a thin chamber running through the center. It was originally made for Reese, Felix told us about her little experiment, so I figured I'd add a feature that would make injection a lot easier. The vampires out here nowadays, bullets aren’t gonna stop them, suckers are taking them to the face with no problem. You slice em, straight through the head, a lot of them are pretty fast now, so Reesé you might wanna start using that speed of yours.” Greg informed us, I was a bit shocked, I didn’t know they knew so much, but I guess word travels fast.

Blade stepped back from the table; he picked up the sword by its handle, carefully Blade turned to face me, and put the sword in my hands. Suddenly the wind blew very hard through the shop, blowing my curls around atop my head. I blink a bit, looking back at Blade, that wind felt very ominous, I don’t know what we were about to stumble into. I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Everyone suited up to their liking, apparently Felix works with an armor company now, he offered us some specially made suits. We denied the offer, at this point we had spent too much time fiddling with everything else. This wasn’t meant to be a big job we were doing; just gonna go in, scope out the place, see what we can find. Hell, if we’re lucky,maybe we’ll catch a vampire.

Felix walks us out so he can unlock the coffee shop doors for us. The atmosphere had totally changed in comparison to earlier when they had customers. As I was about to walk through the door, Felix grabbed me by my arm…rather aggressively. Abigail and Hannibal pay no attention, they keep walking to the car, not Blade though. He stops and turns swiftly as if he could no longer feel my presence behind him. He looked Felix up and down, Blade took a step forward, but I reached out my hand to stop him. I can feel his faint heartbeat thudding softly against my hand, he doesn’t pull away from my touch, he doesn’t move at all. He holds his position not wavering, Felix slowly lets go of me, he lets out an audible sigh through his nostrils.

“Reesé, I need to talk to you.” Felix's eyes look desperate, if this was 3 years ago, I’d oblige. Something about him now made me feel uneasy to be alone with him, as if he’s capable of something I’d never imagined.

“Sure, wassup.?” I ask, Felix has me trapped between him, and the entry of the doorway, Blade on my other side on the sidewalk. He begins to step away, but I grab onto his cotton shirt, it was a subtle movement. Blade knew what it meant, he didn’t trust Felix either, and I really needed someone in close proximity in case he tried something.

“Do we have to do this infront of an audience?” Felix asked, an annoyed look passed over his face.

“Look, he will leave me here, and he’s my ride home.” I try to joke off my unease, Felix looks up at Blade, and they both just watch each other for a moment. Felix’s eager attitude from earlier was gone, he wasn’t smiling, nor was he being his fidgety nerdy self.

He turns back to me, his eyes soften. “It’s just…it’s been a while, I miss my friend. Stop by again okay?” He whispers to me, he doesn’t look away from my eyes, though I notice his hand moving towards me in my peripheral vision. Reflexively I grab his hand first holding it, “Soon, I promise, but I got some bull shit to handle.” I say softly, I was lying, I did not want to see Felix after this. Something was off about him, and a part of me didn’t want to know.

Felix lets me go finally, unexpectedly Blade grabs me by my wrist, practically dragging me across the street back to his car, then he stuffs me in the passenger seat angrily. He doesn’t say anything, Abigail is silent, you can hear her music through her earbuds. Hannibal is looking at some digital layout, probably of the club in Los Angeles. Blade gets in the driver side slamming the door, and speeding off. He still hasn’t said a word, I fidget in my seat a bit not knowing what to say or do. It’s quiet like this for a few miles, I feel like I’m the only one who can feel the tension.

“A close friend my ass Reese.” Blade finally spoke, the only other time I’d heard him so annoyed is when we first met.

“What did I do?” I ask, knowing damn well what was going on.

“Damn it Reese, I told you I don’t like being involved with personal drama, we have a job to do. Now this love sick idiot is going to fuck things because you won’t spit in his mouth anymore.” Blade raises his voice, I could feel Hannibal’s eyes on us, even the music stopped playing.

“Oh come on! Felix is harmless.” That was a lie, I didn't even believe myself when I said that. Blade makes a sharp turn around a corner, I hold on to the door handle for dead life. I didn’t know he was an angry driver.

“The nigga makes weapons that kills vampires, he is dangerous and, he’s obsessed with you Reese!” Blade shouts, I’m starting to get annoyed.

“Look, drop it okay, this will be the last time you’ll have to interact with someone I know personally. Gosh I never knew you could complain so much.” I rolled my eyes, folded my arms and practically threw myself back in the leather seat.

“Bitch-” Blade starts, my head snap towards him, a fierce look in my eyes, I know he wasn’t talking to me.

“Look here negro, everyone else around you may piss themselves at the sight of you, but not me. Don’t get it twisted, I’ll stabilize you in a heartbeat.” All my composure lost, he was talking to me like I was his child, I’ve been far too nice this whole time. I joke around a lot, but I’ll put Blade 6 feet down if I have too. The car ride is scilent again the rest of the way, not one peep, Blade is clinching his jaw, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking because of thoes stupid sunglasses.

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“Well…at least we all made it here in one piece, let’s roll out.” Hannibal breaks the tension a bit, we get out in the alley, it’s 10 at night so the club had just started to get jumping. We came in through one of the back doors, there was a live band on stage playing Spanish music. A lot of the women here were dressed very slutty, skirts, and dresses so short that if they leaned forward too far their coochie lips would fall out. Most of the men here were 24 and older, there were round tables spread all over the floor of the club. Along the wall were booths, in the far back near the bar were a few steps that lead up to what looks to be a small vip area. The men seated there were in expensive suits; hair slicked back, and golden jewels adorned their necks, fingers, and wrist.

“Oh look at that you fit right in Reese.” Hannibal leans in towards me a bit, he’s joking, but I elbow him hard in his ribs. He falls forward a bit holding himself in pain, he grunts, and tries to laugh it off. Abigail gives me a fist pound, we found ourselves seated at tables in the center of the club floor. Not exactly what we wanted but that happened to be the only seats available. The stage was empty right now; it had a medium sized runway with lights lining the edge, and red curtains at the beginning of the stage. A large sign on top covered in bright light bulbs that read , “Reina Serpient.” I get a weird deja vu feeling, like I’ve heard the phrase before, I turn to Hannibal who’s looking around with his mouth hung open like a child in a candy store.

“Hey idiot, who’s the owner of this club?” I snap my finger in front of his face, he turns to me as if just now realizing I was sitting next to him.

“Someone named….Santana? No…it was a really fucking long name…something Santanic….huh, I usually don’t forget things like this.” Hannibal flips through his notes on his phone, I was surprised he was organized at all. I peak over into his phone and I see a flash of my name, I make a mental note to ask about that later.

“Ah there we go! Santanico Pandémonium, that can’t be a real name.” Hannibal says putting his phone away.

I suck in a breath as I realize the hell Blade is about to give me. I didn’t dare say anything, maybe she won’t notice me, maybe she’s not even here. I look around the room, it’s packed with people, most of the customers are rich. Aw shit she’s definitely here. Suddenly the lights go out, and there's a chill that runs down my spine so tough I damn near jump out of my seat.

“All right, all right, all right. All you lost souls, prepare to eat your heart out, or she’ll do it for you. The sensual, sensational queen of the snakes den, Santanico Pandémonium!” The announcer shouted through the mic, the crowd went wild, my vision started to blur a bit. As I looked around the crowd the women who were serving started moving a bit slower, as if they were slithering between the tables of seated customers. As if they were on the prowl for unsuspecting men, I can’t tell if they’re vampires or not yet, it’s too dark, the only source of light was coming from the stage. The band starts up again, playing slow and suspenseful sexy music at first.

Santanico happens to just appear on stage with the perfect spotlight. Her luscious lips painted with a glorious red color standing out on her beautiful golden tan skin. Her feathered headdress adds a dramatic flair, paired with a long brown cape she holds up to her face only showing her eyes. The crowd seems to be dazed, as if they're in a trance, even Abigail isn’t looking away. Finally the band picks up tempo as Santanico drops the cape from her shoulders revealing her long slender, curvy body. Her bra and panties are covered in black lace, her ankles have pretty jewelry dangling from them, and her feet bare.

The tempo of the music slows down again, the lights go down, all you see is a silhouette of her body. Her hips winding in slow circular movements, she’s in perfect timing with the music, she moves so naturally. Santanico does a twirl, and the lights flash back up again, the fire behind her goes ablaze when the beat of the song hits heavy. A large, yellow, two headed boa constrictor appears out of nowhere around her body; it was like magic, and even I am amazed at this, I tried to hold myself back, but there is no denying the talent Santanico has.

“What the hell is going on.” I hear Blade, but his voice is drowned out by the music, and I’m purposely ignoring him.

Without thinking I called out her name in a whisper so low I didn’t think I could be heard. “Kisa.” She instantly turns to me, she slowly makes her way towards our table. Her hips swaying side to side, Hannibal looks at me eyebrows raised but he doesn’t say anything. I think everyone at the table was just stunned in general, and I can’t blame them. This was not how we expected the night to go, two men were by the stage to lift her off the platform and on to the floor. Santanico sways her hips around me, her hands softly dancing around my exposed skin. I curse myself for wearing a dress, her hands slide lower on to my chest, I look up at her. Santanico lowers her face to mine from above me, softly pressing her lips to my face leaving a bright red lipstick stain on my cheek. Thinking that was the end of that, Santanico doubles down on making a show of things by grabbing my face, and kissing me directly on the lips. The crowd of men go wild, shouting and whistling, the music tempo speeds up, the pyro machine behind her lights. I see Blade's face for a second, he still isn’t saying anything, he’s just watching. It’s hard to concentrate on what’s going on around me when Santanico has her long tongue shoved down my throat.

When she pulls away there’s a long trail of spit that comes from both our mouths, and drips down our lips a bit. She tasted like Tequila, blood, and berries, a combination that somehow works for her. Before she walks away, Santanico bows down low, her long, slender arms extended towards me. “My Queen.” Shocked, and somewhat confused by her words, I just watched her sway back up to the stage finishing her routine.

By the end of the performance I was stumped, I looked around the club and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I turn towards Abigail, Blade, and Hannibal, shock on their faces; I don’t blame them, if I would have known this was her night club I would have refused to come. “Well this is awkward.” I try to joke, maybe this will all go away in the next few hours.

“Wow, I know you’re older than us but you’ve been around the block a few times huh?” Abigail says, she pokes me in my side, I fight off the urge to giggle, rolling my eyes and slap her hand away.

“Yea when’s my turn?” Hannibal ads he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, Hannibal was far from ugly, in fact I found his ability to always make me laugh quite attractive. I just wasn’t into white men personally, I turned to him grinning, “Yea in your dreams baby.”

“What the fuck is going on? Another one of your acquaintances?” Blade asked, he looked me right in my eyes, I couldn't brush him off. Before I could speak Santanico appeared right next to me, she always catches me off guard with her dramatic entrances.

“I sure hope not, after all this time, and I’m still not on the call back list amor (love)?” Santanico’s tone was always soft with me, she was very loving, and respectful. I smiled sheepishly at her, I didn’t really have an excuse for ghosting her. Though she was expecting an explanation, “What can I say, I’m a busy woman Santanico, vampires aren’t just gonna stake themselves you know.” I shrug my shoulders, hoping she’s not too mad, Santanico could hold a grudge like no other.

“Vampires, they’re so disgusting nowadays.” Her accent heavy, and laced with loathing. She leaned her hip against my chair, she may have looked relaxed, but I knew better. Santanico was a heartless killer if needed be, it was something that we bonded over, our ability to kill without emotions.

“What do you know about vampires?” Blade asked, he leans forward in his seat, Santanico pulls up a chair right next to me. She watches Blade for a moment, she leans forward squinting her eyes at him. She looks back at me , “Who is this? Who are you? You talk with such a demanding voice, I don’t like men like that, but if you are a friend of Reesé. Then you’re okay I guess.”

“I guess I should have introduced everyone. Santanico; this is Blade, Abigail, and Hannibal, they’re the new team of hunters I’m working with. Guys this is a long time friend of mine, I’ve known her for a few years. I trust her, she’s down for business.” Abigail waves her hand slightly, Santanico wiggles her eyebrows at Abigail. I roll my eyes when I see Abigail blush and lean back in her seat hiding her body from Santanico’s snake-like eyes

“Back to the vampires, I don’t really mix with this new breed that’s walking the streets. They want to enslave us, and because of their new power, they have the means to do so. I’ve been able to hold off some of the bigger clans by bribing them with money, but as you can see my girls can only do so much. Most of them that come here now have average jobs, and the earnings we make from the shows have to be split six ways. That’s pretty much impossible, but we make it work.” Santanico takes a swig of her bourbon, swallowing it slowly like it was water.

“Why would vampires want to enslave humans?” Hannibal asked, I smirked, this is where the conversation got interesting.

“Who said we were human?” Santanico leaned back in her seat, a low hissing sound passed my ears, I lightly cough a bit uncomfortable.

“So what are you?” Blade questions, his body tensed, he didn’t move. He was very focused on Santanico, I’d say in terms of fighting skill she could take him, Blade is stalky, and not very agile. Santanico didn’t say anything, she just stared back into Blade's bright hazel eyes.

The hissing noise grew louder, a last warning, some of the waiters had stopped working. They were standing and watching, waiting for their Queen to make the call.

“Alright now, no need to get hasty, we’re all friends here. Everyone just relax, okay, no need to fight, we all want the same thing.”

“No Reesé, you and I are friends, I could care less for the rest of you…actually I like you friends Abigail. But not these two idiots. I don’t like the way he speaks, there is so much aggression in his voice.” Santanico folds her arms, the sudden movement makes Blade reach for his gun. Damn it this man

“Whoa, are you trying to get us killed? Look how about this we put the guns away, we put the hostility away. He doesn’t have to talk, I’ll do all the talking okay? Santanico I know it’s been a while, but you can still trust me, I’d never bring harm to you or your family.” I hold onto her arms, looking at her in her chocolate brown eyes. I really cared for Santanico a lot, our connection developed fast, like we were meant to be friends. I didn’t understand it, but I’m grateful for her.

“Fine, no we’re not humans. Serpientes vampiro (vampire snakes) we’re more so snakes than vampires.” Santanico explains her nose turned upwards, I roll my eyes at her childish behavior.

“Yes, the difference is that vampires feed off the blood of a human alone, Serpentines have to consume the whole human body. However, they can survive off just the blood alone, but that only satisfies for so long.” I explained, though they sounded pretty dangerous, Serpentines are more mild mannered than Vampires.

“Unfortunately, since vampirism is genetic, and Serpentines were more of a curse from the Mayan Gods; Vampires out rank us in the supernatural scale. We were originally made to serve vampires seeing as we’re the only other thing on the menu that doesn’t appease them. We were made to hunt for them since our outward appearance is more acceptable in the human world. Since they don’t eat human flesh, the Serpents would have the bodies, it’s a fair trade if you ask me. A lot of the Vampires have very close bonds with their servants, unfortunately, Vampires can't procreate with other supernatural creatures.” As Santanico spoke the atmosphere went back to normal, Blade even relaxed, I gave him a once over. Both his hands were in view on top of the table, Hannibal was taking notes on his phone, and Abigail was just listening, taking everything in.

“Okay, so have you heard anything about these new breeds? Seriously, anything you could tell us would be so helpful, Esmeralda.” I probably shouldn’t have played with her feelings by calling her real name, but I needed this information.

Her hand caressed mine softly, sliding her fingers in between mine, Abigail’s eyebrows shoot up in shock. I choose to ignore them sitting here, turning to the beautiful Mexican woman. “I know they’re harvesting….African American.” Blade pounds his fist on the table, frustration etched across his dark features. I was stunned, I couldn't say I saw that coming at all, “Those bastards.” Blade mumbled to himself.

“What? Why?.” Hannibal asked, he was confused, “what would race have to do with anything? Vampires never cared who they fed on.”

“Think, why have they been able to stay out in the sun for so long?” I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, it’s not every day vampires get together and form an intelligent thought. At least not the ones of this generation.

“I’m drawing blanks.”

“Ugh how stupid can you be, they’re harvesting Black people for their melanin.” Abigail spoke up, I almost forgot she was here, she’s been quiet the whole time

“Yes! Thank you, our melanin is what’s responsible for our skin color, and protects us from so many percentages of the sun's rays. However, thanks to general stereotypes most people think Black people can't get sunburned, that’s a lie.” I go on to explain, Blade hasn’t said anything, though I can see the wheels turning in his head.

“So how are we going to stop them? Does anyone have a plan?” Blade asked, folding his arms over his chest.

“I can only point you in the direction of one of their dealers, he runs a harvesting farm in the area.” Santanico waved her hand to one of the waitresses, they handed her a pen and paper.

“I’m afraid to ask, but what is a harvesting farm?” Abigail asked.

“It’s exactly what you’d think it is, it’s a place where vampires harvest humans for their blood.” Santanico confirmed, we all kind of sat there for a second letting that sink in.

“I have another question, what do you know about bonds?” I asked, Santanico was quite knowledgeable in the supernatural, any information she had could help.

“What kind of bonds?”Santanico asked.

“I’ve been…seeing visions of Blade for a very long while, I seem to have vampire-like powers I don’t know why…etc.” To sum up quickly, I was too embarrassed to tell her I felt weird emotions towards Blade right in front of him. Truth was my feelings for him were becoming stronger by the day, and I had no idea if Blade felt the same way. I had no idea how to ask without him shutting me down.

“Interesting…vampire bonds are unheard of nowadays. It’s something only known from the purebloods. Usually the original bloodline clans had protectors, some were human, vampires, witches. The protectors came in many forms, seen as equals even, later through the centuries protectors became familiars, a lesser version of the tradition of a protector. There’s a man in Rome, a friend of mine who knows more about the pure vampire clans than I do, his name is Emilleo, tell him I sent you.” As Santanico finished, all four of us stood up from our seats, she gave me a piece of paper folded up, I nodded to her in thanks.

I smiled at her and pulled my long time friend into a tight embrace. “You stay out of trouble, you better be alive when I come back here.” I say pointing a warning finger in her direction, she shrugged her shoulders.

“Us snakes are harder to kill the older we get.” Santanico deadpanned, I laughed out loud, Abigail, and Hannibal were chatting up some of the customers.

Blade stood off a few feet from Santanico, and I knew he was listening.

“I don’t like him, but you two have some deep connection, I’m not sure what it is.” Santanico was obviously lying, I knew she knew what was up, but she wasn’t saying. I roll my eyes, choosing to overlook her words for now, “Yea…he’s alright I guess, anywho we’re about to roll out. Thanks for the show Queen of the Snake’s den.”

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All three of us make it back to the car, once we settle in, Blade pulls out of the alley way. I pulled the folded piece of paper from my pocket. Santanico wrote down the address of the harvesting farm in what looks like chicken scratch handwriting, I scuffed in disbelief.

“What is it?” Blade’s deep voice spoke from the driver's side.

“You’re not gonna like this, but the harvesting farm Santanico was talking about…the address is the coffee shop.” I mumbled the last part

“You gotta be shitying me, why am I not surprised this prick is playing double agent.” Blade hissed

“Ding, ding, looks like round two.” Abigail jokes from the back seat, the ride back to Felix’s coffee shop was quiet, there was nothing I could say to defend him. I absolutely knew this was his doing, I just felt it.

“Alright, we don’t have any time to prepare for what we might see in there, don’t ask questions. You see a vampire, you take them out, we probably won’t be able to save any of the humans, I’ll try to collect a sample of one of the fangys, if you see Felix…don’t kill him. The shop isn’t that big, but earlier I noticed a door in the warehouse. It had some key pad on it, Abigail can handle that, Hannibal you’re going to be with her. Blade and I are gonna look around the break room, I saw a suspicious looking freezer, so we’re gonna check that out.” I go over the plan one more time before we break off into our pairs, naturally I’m left with Blade.

I pick the lock quickly, sliding in through the side door, the entrance leads us to the storage room. It was pitch black, and very quiet. “Can you see in the dark or something?” Blade’s voice riddled with skepticism, I rolled my eyes.

“Yes Eric I can see in the dark. Any more questions?” I was joking, but I can tell that irritated him.

“You don’t know me enough to talk to me like that.” He spoke slowly, a scattering noise came from the right of me, I turned aiming my gun in that direction. Blade’s back was faced towards me keeping his eyes to my left as we moved forward.

In a corner off to the side, I see the deep freezer with a padlock on it, I tug on the lock, and it comes right off. There doesn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary in it, so I leave it for now.

“Really? Because our undeniable connection suggests otherwise, just because neither one of us can remember doesn’t mean we didn’t have a past.”

“So what if we do?” Blade asked, riled by the conversation I was bringing up for what felt like the millionth time.

“Wh-what is wrong with you? Stop acting like you don’t care about anything, because I know you do, you’re not like those other monsters out there.” I stopped moving, turning around to face him, he tried to walk past me, but I blocked his path. I refuse to let him get away this time.

“Get out of my way, we don’t have time for drama.” Blade put an arm on my shoulder intending to move me, but I stood firm in my position.

“This ain’t just some soap opera! This is my life! And you’re a part of that, why do you keep denying it, stop denying it!” I growled out the last part, my first clinched at my side, forgetting about everything happening right now. I close the space between us so that we’re standing chest to chest…sort of.

“I’m not denying it! There’s major shit going on, like crack head vampires snatching up Black people off the street and farming them like cattle type of shit! If I promise you that we will look into the shit that’s going on between us, will you please stop breathing down my neck about it every ten seconds?” His hands were held together in a praying position, when I didn’t answer right away Blade raised his eyebrows expectantly.

“Fine, after this is over you promise you’ll start taking this seriously?” My mouth fell into a pout, this was all stressing me out too, it was like a constant nagging at the back of my mind.

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” Blade jokes, I was about to respond when I was suddenly snatched backwards, “Reesé!” He shouted, instantly Blade sprang into action running after me. I flip around as hard as I can to get this thing to let me go, nothing was working, two more bloodthirsty monsters dropped down from the ceiling attacking Blade.

When we reached the end of the hall, the large pale red eyed vampire threw me against the wall. If I were any ordinary human, that probably would have killed me. “Fuck that hurts.” I hissed in pain, the creature jumped on me waiting no time to bite into my neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs, he bit me so hard I couldn’t hold back the tears that sprung from my eyes. I reached back, and grabbed the sword Greg made, it was right at my finger tips when he grabbed my wrist holding me in place. I cursed to myself, this was not how I wanted to die.

I was so sure my life was going to end, the next thing I knew the demonic vampire's head was sliced off , as it thudded to the ground with a squishing noise Blade pulled me up gently. We heard shooting, and shouting from behind the door in front of us, “We can’t go in there with you like this.” Blade said he was trying to think of what to do, but he had to admit the smell of Reese blood was clouding his judgment. He was drowning in confusion, his breath was ragged, each inhale deeper than the last. It’s been too long without his serum, Blade felt like he was spiraling fast.

“Eric breath, just breath, if this isn’t the kind of person you want to be, you can fight it. You’re not alone in this, you’re not alone…Eric do you hear me…” I ignored my own pain to try to pull Blade back from his own turmoil, I stood up to my feet. I grab him by his arm turning him to me, I bring my hands to the back of his neck pulling his face closer to mine; I touch our foreheads together hoping that will magically let me see in his head. He grabs on to my waist tightly for support, or either he’s trying to hold himself back.

“It’s okay, we can just breathe, one breath at a time.” I say in a soft tone, there’s a lot going on around us right now; the fighting that was happening on the opposite side had ceased. We were in complete silence, Blade lifted his head slowly, his bright eyes meeting mine.

“I’m sorry I’ve been doubting you, none of this is in my will house; I hunt vampires, demons, and monsters. The only life I’ve ever had to worry about was my own.” Blade explained. His voice low, the grip on my hips lightened, but he didn’t let me go. I didn’t know what to say, I wasn’t expecting him to say this at all. So instead I brung Blade in closer, he froze at first, “I-I just want to hold you, please let me.” His body relaxed enough for me to pull him in, his face resting in the crook of my neck. He stayed like that for a moment, a gust of wind blowing hard enough to knock a house over. We held on to each other, a low snarling noise came from somewhere in the nearby hallway. I was still bleeding from the bite I received a moment ago, a ugly looking fanger jumped down from the ceiling, and suddenly vampires started to crowd the break room and connected hall area. As they were closing in on us, my mind went blank, I grabbed onto Blade's hand squeezing it, with my other hand I raised it towards the monsters closing in on us. A bright flare of light shot from hand, all the vampires in the hallway couldn’t fight it off, they all burned to a crisp.

“Ashes to ashes.” Blade mumbled, an impressed look on his face.

“Could you always do that?” Hannibal’s voice whispered in astonishment, Abigail followed behind him, a tied up, unconscious Felix in tow.

“I-no I haven’t, just sorta happened.” I stuttered over my words, I was just as shocked as they were, Abigail’s eyebrows raised as she caught Blade and my hands intertwined. Neither one of us pulled away so I stayed in the moment, the young woman didn’t say anything, but I knew questions were coming later.

“Alright let the interrogation begin.”

[lovebarelyhuman]

Mission Colorado Pt.3

Pairing: Sister!OC x Dean, Sister!OC x Sam

Summary: Lynn and Dean are on a mission to find their father. But when John Winchester proves to be in more trouble than they expected, they have to bring in an old friend. Together, the three Winchesters are travelling from state to state, solving cases along the way.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, murder, kidnapping

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The mullet rock pounds through the car as Dean slips the tape into the music player. Greg Allman's voice is screaming through the speakers, and Lynn wishes she could die right here. Osmosis with the seat wasn't a bad way to go out, and neither was her fingers wrapping around Dean's throat if they got out of today alive.

The Impala is parked outside of a Gas station convenience store, the sun glaring through the windows. Sam sits cross-legged in the front seat, an arm thrown over his eyes to deflect the sunlight. Dean's seat is empty, having gone to get snacks for the run.

The gas station is the smallest one she's ever seen in her life -- just big to cram a few people from shoulder-to-shoulder, she is surprised they even managed to fit shelves inside. Trash litters the parking lot, the empty cups and crushed styrofoam containers of those who had stopped in to eat in the comfort of their car.

Dean steps out of the store, some chip bags and energy drinks in hand. He grins, and she sees a reminiscent of the old Dean in there. She looks back at the shadow of a five-year-old, the sweet kid that would prank his younger brother and deserved a better home than the backseat of their father's car.

Sam asks, "So, what new story have you made up for the credit card companies?"

"Burt Aframian," answers Dean, throwing a chip into his mouth as he swings himself into the seat of the Impala, "and his children Hector and Reigna. Besides, it's not like we're scamming them. We just apply. They send us the cards. Want some?"

Sammy makes a face of disgust as he puts his feet back into the car. "No thanks. You really have to update your cassette tape collection, dude. These looks about a million years old. Why do you use cassettes anyway? You could just use Bluetooth on your phone."

"Why?" asks Dean, his eyebrows narrowing into a thin line.

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And number two -- Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? These are the epitome of mullet rock," he snickers. Dean looks offended, but he looks to Lynn. Her preferred tunes were a mix of rock-and-roll mixed with pop, indie, and electronic, but she half-agreed with Sam. She could sit through Queen without feeling the need to drive a dagger through Dean, but his taste was getting out of hand.

"What, you too? You believe him on this? I thought you were a fan of this stuff!"

"Sorry to break it to you, man, but I prefer Queen. They're a great band, but there's only so much a human being can take," she sighs, slumping further into her seat. Becoming one with the leather chair sounded like a real good option now.

"Well, you're are out of luck, Sammy," Dean says, snatching the box away from Sam. He pops one of the cassettes into his car, and she thinks that she might jump off of a cliff then go through another six hours of this specially crafted torture. She can see Sam groaning, and Dean just offers them a grin that she wishes she could slap away.

"You know, Sammy's the name of a twelve-year-old," the youngest Winchester sibling snorts. Lynn grins, slinging her arms over both of her brothers. "The name's Sam."

"Driver chooses the music; the guests shut their cakehole." Dean revs up the engine, the noise loud enough to startle all of the other onlookers. "Can't hear ya, Sammy. Music's too loud.

-

When they get to the scene of the blacktop disappearances, the sun is far away into the sky. This part of California is uncrowded -- a small village town on the coast. Not many people wander around these parts. Most of the people here know another. The houses are spread far and wide, trees decorating the entirety of the coastline.

This would've been a fun trip if they wanted to go sightseeing for farms. Now and then, a left turn or right branches them off of the road and onto a new inlet.

Sam's been on the phone for the past hour, Dean concentrated on the road ahead of him. AC/DC still pounded faintly on the speakers. Lynn tunes out the lyrics, rolling her eyes.

Sam clicks off his phone, thanking the person on the line profusely before turning to his siblings. "All right. So, there's nobody matching Dad's description at the hospital or morgue. He's not injured or dead yet. He should be safe for now. That's something, I guess."

Dean sends his younger brother a look. "There's no such thing as 'safe' in hunting, Sammy. You of all people should know that by now. Dad might be missing and unhurt, but it's not gonna do any of us good if we wait around for him to return."

Sam nods, but his eyes betray him. He doesn't want to be here as much as the next non-hunter. Even then, he sets his shoulders back and stares ahead, jaw clamped tight.

They drive up to a bridge, several police cars cornered on the sidelines. It looks like a crime scene, despite the absence of spectators. She has a creeping feeling that this is the place where the crime took place. "Check it out."

"How're we gonna get in there?" Sam asks.

As if on cue, both of the older Winchesters grab their fake identification cards from a box that Dean hides in the dashboard. There are several ones entitled to John, others in the name of Dean and Lynn. All of them have fake names written on them.

The FBI and DEA ones are the ones they use the most, made for getting inside-info on different scenes. Dean passes one to Sam, written with the name B. Plant signed on it. Sam makes a face, but catches it nonetheless."Let's go."

The three of them exit the car like professional actors, surveying the workers. They look to be in their thirties, probably newer among the departments of California. There aren't many of them.

The few that are on the shift are standing around -- some gathering evidence, others chatting with others on the scene. No one even turns an eye at their presence. There are some men in wetsuits rummaging at the banks of the river, but Lynn doubts that they'll find anything there.

A deputy calls down, "Got anything?"

A voice replies, "No! Nothing down here!"

The car parked in the middle of the street is the victim's; Lynn can make out at least that much. It's old-fashioned, probably merit of the parents. The kid who disappeared couldn't have been much older than Sam himself.

It's slightly cleaner than she would have expected -- the smears are still glaring crimson in the sunlight, but it's not the worst she's seen in her life. The blood looks too tactical, but she doesn't doubt this was the work of some unhinged spirit. They weren't uncommon. The deputy turns back to the car, talking to another worker. She can only pick up on glances of the conversation.

"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints," he says, taking a sip of the coffee he's propped up against the hood of the car. "Spotless. It's almost too clean. I kind of feel bad for the kid -- he was bad news, but it doesn't mean I appreciate seeing him gone."

"So this kid, Troy. He's dating your daughter, isn't he?"

"Yeah."

"How's Amy doing?" the second man asks. The community around here must've been tight-knit.

Lynn makes a mental note of the name - if they needed information, they knew who to go to. Amy was dating the victim, and she must've been with him before his death. "She holding up okay?"

"She's putting up missing signs downtown," the first sighs -- Deputy Hein. Slim face, broad build, he looked like the person who would be able to smell a liar. Lynn put on her best official face. Tricking this man wouldn't be easy, but she hoped he had a soft spot for women like his daughter.

"You fellas had another one like this last month, didn't you?" she asks, her eyes narrowed. The officers look at her in surprise. She flashes her card, nudging the boys with her elbow. "The three of us are deputy marshals. Here for investigation."

"You're a bit young for deputy marshals," Deputy Hein says. "Someone told you to come down to Jericho to investigate a kid's disappearance?"

"Investigation is our job," Lynn says flatly. Dean surveys the car first, checking it from all angles. She's not sure what he sees, but she knows the evidence of an untamed spirit when she sees one. Troy was attacked in the front seat. Blood splatters across the front and back seats make her want to retch, but she holds her tongue.

What the thing did to him was the most violent one she had ever encountered. Unrest spirits were mostly docile in their being - they could go as far as haunting a place, but to drag a stranger down and to kill him was something else entirely.

She swipes a finger near the stain for half a millisecond, fighting the urge to throw up. Blood has never sat with her well, but she knew what she signed up for when she got to demon hunting.

After a long silence, Dean asks, "You did have another one like this, correct?"

"Just about a mile up the road," answers Deputy Jaffe. She guessed that this man had seen several more investigations around here. It was all too wrong to be a serial killer. "There've been others before this. All of them are just as wacky as this."

Sam asks, "So this victim, you knew him?" Jaffe nods, although the suspicion in his eyes is clear. Lynn doesn't care -- she feels a surge of pride. Their youngest brother still has his talent for hunt work. "In a small town like this, everybody knows each other."

She flicks the blood off of her finger. "Any connection in between the victims except that they're all men?"

"No. Nothing that we can tell." Jaffe's mouth turns into a stiff line. "They can be anything: serial killings, kidnapping rings, or some human trafficers that specialize in men. There's absolutely no evidence left behind on the scenes except a gallon of the missing person's blood. All of it takes place at night on this strip of highway. That's all we've got."

"Well, that's exactly the crack police work I expect from you guys." Lynn steps on Dean's foot with a heel, and the hiss she gets in response makes her day feel a lot better. "Thank you for your time. We'll be sure to get on this case as soon as possible."

As they head back to the Impala, the sheriff and FBI agents are waiting. She acknowledges them with a brief nod. "Gentleman."

"Can I help you?" the sheriff asks, eye-fucking Lynn's cleavage like it's the prize of the century. She can see Sam sneer protectively, ready to stop his sister from getting eyed up by freaks, but she stops him with a tap on the bicep. If she was given the opportunity, she would gladly bust his nose herself. She fakes a smile instead, lowering her voice to a seductive tone. She adds an extra purr to the last words, "No sir, we were just having a look around."

She sees his cheeks tinge just by a fraction, and she knows her flirting has hit the mark. When the agents walk by her, she gives them each a more professional nod. "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully."

They were on a mission, and no one could stop Winchesters when they put their minds to it.

Previous (Part 2)

[bigboyproblems993]

So how’s everyone been doing I’ve been slacking on the posts and I know I have been. I wanted to make this post because it seems to help me when I get things off my chest. I’ve been thinking for the last 2 days about what the last decade for me has been like. I thought about this because of a question a former acquaintance of mine asked my brother while at church on Sunday for Mother’s Day. He said to my brother, “Wow, a decade since graduation, that’s crazy. Do you still talk to anyone?” Of course my brother talked about his experience over the last decade with him but while doing that I heard the exact same question and I though wow that’s wild how has my decade really been? Well let me show you.

This one is from 2013, it’s blurry because I had a flip phone back then and this is the best photo I could take at the time I guess. I remember that year very well though. That year is the year after my grandpa left us and I was going through so much and my grandma and brother were working so much they didn’t see any of the pain I was going through. I had not only lost my grandpa the last year but I also had bullying issues at school I was dealing with. I also had a girlfriend break up with me because of a stupid thing I said over a text.

This is 2015, I took graduation pictures that year because I was finally graduating high-school. I should be happy that year but again I wasn’t. I was upset at my self because I knew I was one of the smartest kids in the class but I got the bottom of the class because I didn’t want to actually exert myself at all. So I didn’t do my homework and I almost didn’t graduate.

This is the year after graduation 2016. I don’t remember too much about 2016 to be honest. I started college and only went for a month if that. I wasn’t a fan of the environment and I was never big on people telling me what to do. I also got hooked on taking drugs back then but never told anyone. I was in a bad spot and didn’t know how to get out of it.

This was 2017, I had just gotten to the peak of down. My brother and I weren’t talking and my grandma and I were on the outs a lot because I didn’t want to work or do anything around my home. I was at peak of I’m going to kill myself. I more than once had a gun in my mouth ready to pull the trigger and die. The main catalyst of that year that really fucked me up emotionally was I had gotten my short term girlfriend at that time pregnant and she had a miscarriage. I didn’t want a child to be honest at that time but it still messed me up because I had a chance to be one and it went away at the snap of a finger.

This was a few months ago, I know I slipped a few years but during those years I got off the drugs and started to talk to someone that would change my life forever. I started talking to my now fiancé. She and I met actually way back in 2013. She and I didn’t know it yet but we would have a bond like no other. She stopped me on multiple occasion during the time I was talking to her about to put myself in the eternal sleep and she didn’t even know it. She occupied my heart and my mind just getting me to do simple little things like picking her up or bringing her a vape. I love her more than anything else on this earth.

Reigna Marie Johns (future Selmon) I love you to infinity and beyond.

[alldatwrite]

So, I have been (re)watching OUAT, and this scene came across. Perhaps you only see the importance of it if you like Reigna, Snow, or both, but I want to talk about it.

Because damn, it is an important scene.

Now on this scene, Snow calls Regina to have a face to face conversation, because she knows she's lying and she is tired of lying.

Before anyone comes at me, this post's intention is not to justify or excuse neither women or their behavior, or their past mistakes and the crimes they have committed.

That said, let's analyse this scene.

Now, Regina's first words are about Henry. The first thing she had in mind is her son, and his safety, and I think it tells something about her on this early seasons and the beginning of her redemption, because when she meets Snow, she's not on a defensive mode. There's a trust implicit, Regina trusting Snow and assuming that, if she summoned her, it's not because she's going to attack her, but because of Henry.

It's not just about the dialogue, but about the facial expression. She has let her guard down with Snow.

She changes her expression from concerned to bothered when Snow says that's not why she wanted to talk to her. She doesn't look angry, just annoyed and tired, because she can see something coming.

Because we often forget that they lived together for several years, and if anyone knows Snow, that's Regina.

Still, she sits down. She could easily leave the place and ignore her, but she stays because she wants to hear what Snow has to say. The former Regina that the first season presented us would have left in the blink of an eye. This Regina, however, wants to hear what Snow has to say. Even if it's a bad thing.

Also, Snow's few lines thus far into the scene and her expressions say a lot about her growth as well. She's straight forward, telling Regina that they should discuss it. Her expression is firm.

Snow the princess, the one we've seen on the first season was far less direct. She would soften whatever she had to say or she would avoid the main topic. Either this Snow has changed her behaviour towards Regina, or she has thought a lot about that conversation before it happened. Again, Snow has been shown as a bit impulsive, even in other seasons. Anyway, she has a different intention with Regina.

And she doesn't look like she's going to attack her, but she's not going to be soft on her.

The next few lines, we confirm that behavior. When Regina tries to avoid the topic, Snow calls it what it is, word by word, and she looks stern. She's done with any bullshit, with anyone beating around the bush.

It's only when Cora is mentioned, that Regina gets defensive. She justifies her actions with a patronising attitude, telling her that she knows what she's doing, treating Snow like a child that has no idea of what's going on. Apparently, she's back to her old ways.

So is Snow, who mentions that a war is happening and then proceeds to mention how good of a person she is. Again, like she has done before, she's painting herself as a good person, in a sort of savior manner, telling Regina that she is willing to give her one more chance, the last one this time.

Now, Regina's face says it all: she laughs sarcastically, because she has heard this story before, being forgiven even if the other part has no idea what's going on. Snow *thinks* she knows what's going on, but Regina KNOWS what's going one because she is involved.

Now let's get to the juicy part.

Snow tells her to be on the good side, and Regina tells her that she was always *just* the Queen, and that Snow added "Evil" to it. Now, we can read this in two different ways. Snow started calling her "evil" because she tried to murder her, which could be true, but maybe Snow started calling her "evil" before that happened. As far as I recall, the real origin is not shown on the show, and I don't remember Snow being the one who called Regina that. Except for this scene and this dialogue.

Whatever option is true, it is stated that Snow branded the Evil Queen.

What is obvious is that Regina tells her that she is good, that perhaps she hasn't considered this, but Snow insists on what she's doing and that it is not what good people do.

And then, we realise Regina is a scorned woman. She mentions that all her efforts for redeeming herself thus far have been futile because people will never forgive her or accept her. Then, we should remember how many times Regina has defended that evil isn't born, it's made. She thinks (in fact, it could be her philosophy) that people are not born evil just for the sake of it, but instead, she knows there is a transition, a path. A series of people, words, decisions and many more circumstances that turn good people into bad people.

But Snow doesn't see it that way. We have seen them in the past, and Snow trusted and loved Regina, but her words and her attitude make it look like she has forgotten all those good moments and all the good deeds of Regina, like her bad actions null her good ones.

Regina warns Snow to stay away from her, and that's when the fickle brat shown on flashbacks makes a comeback: she attacks Regina with a personal issue, her mother-daughter relationship.

These two women come from a very different way. Snow had a mother, even if it was for a short time of her life, and she has a different view on what a mother should be like because her own mother was a good mother. Regina has had a mother since the very beginning, but she was never a good mother to begin with, and all she knows about family is pain. It's pretty obvious when you see her relationship with Henry.

But this time, Snow's manipulation doesn't work because Regina has grown as well. The Queen would have fallen for it, but Regina hasn't. If you ask me, being alone has helped her.

The Evil Queen was surrounded with people who kept manipulating her. In Storybrooke, she was alone for years until Henry arrived in her life. She's not letting Snow get into her head, she has had too much alone time to think about many, many things. Snow tried several things, like mentioning Henry, but Regina has a clear goal. These two women are more experienced, more mature.

That's when Regina pokes at Snow's weakness, her mother. She tells her that she has no idea of what a mother is like, implying that she doesn't have a mother anymore, she hasn't in a really long time.

At the end, you can see their growth but also their coincidences. Even if they try to paint them as different people, ying and yang, Regina and Snow are too similar. They are stubborn, they have strong beliefs, they have similar methods... the only difference is that Snow sees the world as black and white, whilst Regina sees all the shades of grey (even if she can't quite differenciate them).

Also, you can see how much they crave affection. Regina craves her mother's, while Snow crave's Regina. She tries to allure her so she joins her side, but Regina keeps excusing or justifying her mother to have an excuse to be by her side without feeling negative feelings.

And that, that relationship and those women, are the core of the show. Their growth, individual and as a duo, is what the show is. And that scene is a display of what they were, what they are, and what they will be.

And once you watch that scene and you keep watching the show, you wonder what would have happened if that conversation had gone in a different way. But if it had, their complexity wouldn't be nowhere.

[sideshow-wolfie]

Little Story about Reigna's current self.

Reigna used to live in Boston with her older brother to start over their lives. Of course, she starts off with finding her love. Her first love she interacted with was Steve Friedman, a teen who always had a Squeaky-Voiced accent because of his condition. Originally, they WERE gonna be together as mates, but the proposal was extinct because she heard someone in her home being attacked... She tried saving her brother, but ended up being clawed by the killer... The killer WASN'T Sideshow Bob, if you guys were wondering. Weeks after his death, Reigna decided to escape to Springfield on her own.. she starved for weeks.. She got arrested after trying to give revenge to someone who killed her own brother. The killer claimed that Reigna was the phsycopath of Springfield, which wasn't true, yet the cops fell for it.

It's been a month since she's been in prison... The person she kept staying away from was Sideshow Bob. Hours had passed until he decided to ask what was up... Reigna growled a bit, saying that nothing was wrong and she was ok.. He was surprised by her wolf ears and tail.. as if they looked surgically attached. No, they weren't actually attached and replaced... She had them, since she released her inner wolf. He decides to trust her, since she's someone he has never seen before.

A year went by... The 2 prisoners fell deeply in love. And promised to each other as mates. Reigna at that moment had forgotten about Steve... Things were about to go peaceful until Steve showed up to find Reigna with the Phsycopath. He was furious, as he wanted to protect her.. he didn't want to face the fact that Reigna dnd Sideshow Bob are together as lovers. He tells the guards that he didn't want to take her as he ran off...

A month later, Sideshow Bob and Reigna agreed to meet Steve Friedman on top of the Springfield birds-eye mountain.

Of course with Steve's anger and anxiety still flying around his mind, he asks Bob to give her back, as he was thinking he's trying to kill her.

He replies with "Stop with this, we only came here to talk. NOT TO MAKE THIS INTO HELL."

He ignores what Sideshow Bob told him as he walked towards Reigna, begging her to run away from him...

but Reigna told him that he would rather be with Sideshow Bob rather than him.

"I loved you ONLY as a friend. but now I don't see any friendship waiting in you. When you came to me, I thought I would gain something special.. but you DIDN'T care about me. You left me to die. You never came for support, and you decided to think I was nothing but a beast. I did what I had to do to be happy, Steve. Sideshow Bob never stood away from me since we met. He's honorable and kind.. and I don't give a damn if he's a Psychotic individual. HE'S MY KING. And you are messing with his queen. Please, let it go!" - Reigna

Steve just grabbed her hand with force, yanking her away, while Reigna fights back...

Bob witnessed what Steve was doing to his mate. He felt anger rise within him, as he pulls out a knife. He pounced with brute force, pinning him to a tree... He nearly kills him... He failed on killing, as Steve runs off... He looked at him in disgust, because of how weak he was to fight back. Reigna hugs him... and shivered.. she hated Steve Friedman for trying to force her back to him.. It frightened her..

So...this explains why Reigna is in love with Sideshow Bob.

[marvinswriting]

Sorry! (but I’m not)

Prompt: tss and their giants play Sorry (the game) CHAOS MARVIN c h a o s (I had to Google how to play, I haven't in ages)

Janis glared at the game piece in front of her. It went up to her knee but was wide and looked heavy. "How the fuck am I supposed to move this?"

Gretchen grinned. "We could have the tinies play as their pawns again."

"But no forcefully knocking us over if you get the sorry card!" Regina clarified. 

This was their second game night and Damian, who wasn't here last week, raises his eyebrows. 

"It got rough last week." Janis clarified. 

"She fell off the table." Aaron pointed to the artist.

"What?!" Damian half laughed, eye wide, as he looked to Janis. 

She shrugged throwing up jazz hands. "I lived, hence the pawns this week."

"She knows how to stick a landing." Regina laughed. 

Damian frowned and Janis reached her out to touch his hand resting on the table. 

"I'm okay, dude. Truly. It didn't hurt and nothing's broken." She reassured him.

"I'm not missing another game night." Damian huffed leaning back in his chair. 

"And you shouldn't." Janis grinned. "We had fun but we missed you."

"Janis missed you." Regina huffed. Because god forbid Regina missed someone. 

Damian smiled knowingly at the blonde. "Uh huh, just Janis."

"Yeah, without you to protect her Regina shoved her off tables." Cady winked. 

"She was cheating!" Regina yelled. 

"How do you cheat in sorry!? We were on the same team! Tinies Vs-" Janis cut herself off and threw her hands in the air.

"Okay," Karen gently scooped up Regina to prevent her from charging at Janis. "Let's no rehash old events, dice emoji."

"I agree, let's play." Gretchen nodded. 

This week the tinies were on teams with their giants, side from Karen who wanted to be the blue pawns alone. 

Janis picked up one of the yellow pawns, trying to carry it to the starting circle. Despite what she thought, it wasn't heavy but the size was annoying. Damian had moved the other three pawns by the time Janis was done.

"Don't need to brag." She huffed.

"I didn't say anything." Damian laughed.

"Who goes first." Regina asked. She had perched herself on top of Gretchen's shoulder while Aaron and Janis stayed on the table. 

"Me, I was pushed off a table." Janis said walking over to the stack of cards.

"And I'll do it again." Regina mumbled. 

The cards were taller then Janis and she tried to ignore the amused grin on Damian's face as she pulled one off the top of the pile. 

It fell to the table face down and Janis walked over to the side to flip it over.

"Full-body workout, huh." Damian remarked.

"Yeah, we figured all this out last week, loser. Be here next time." Janis shot.

"I was at theater."

"Move a pawn from start," Janis said looking at the giant one on the card. "Can you do it Damian, pleaseeee?"

"Only since you asked so nicely." Damian leaned over Janis and effortlessly shifted the piece one space. 

Janis crouched down to avoid getting knocked over.

"Jesus, I'll do it next time." 

"She complains she had to do it and then complains when somebody else does it. Regina just push her off the table again." Damian jokes sitting up straight again. Cady picks the card for her and Aaron, which goes a lot faster, and the game was off. 

They played for about an hour, bantering back and forth and picking non-malicious fights. 

Janis and Damian were obviously winning. Regina had made her way off Gretchen's shoulder at some point in the game, finding it more amusing on the table.

"We can't let Janis win again!" She complained.

"Regina, we were on the same team last time!"

"Yeah, but you'd have two wins against my one!"

"Children. Literal children." Aaron mumbled. 

"Janis if you win I'll kill you."

"You promise?!"

"Hell yeah!"

"Okay." Fingers are wrapping around her waist and tugging Janis backward. Janis stumbles backward, swatting Damain's hand away.

"I'm fighting for my dignity!"

"You're making Regina George promise to murder you."

Janis huffed. "Whose turn is it."

"Ours!" Damian laughed.

"Ooooh."

"Stupid," Regina mumbled under her breath earning a swat on the arm from Aaron.

"Gina, we're supposed to insult Janis on false things that way we don't actually hurt her feelings."

"Hey wait-" Janis turned to them, but got cut off by Damian. 

"Okay, look! We drew an eight!" Damian moved the pieces for efficiency purposes. They had two pawns in the final zone, one was one space away, and the other was yet to even leave the start. 

Regina grumbled as she drew another move back four spaces. 

"We are never playing Uno as a group," Gretchen says, giggling at how unthreatening Reigna came across. "People may actually die."

Everyone continued their turns and Janis played close attention, turning out sour loser Regina. 

From her angle, it was hard to see where the pieces went on the bored. She lifted herself onto her tippy toes before turning to Damian wide-eyed.

"Dude, Karen's gonna win."

Damian glanced over and sure enough, the blonde only needed one more pawn, which was two moves outside of the safety zone.

"How?!"

"You guys were busy fighting with Regina." Karen giggled.

Janis huffed, walking over to the card stack when it was her turn. The pile was growing small but that didn't make it any less difficult to draw. 

"Sorry!" She called out as she flipped it over, shooting Karen a shit eating grin.

"See! That's perfect timing it can't be pure luck! Cheater!" Regina called out. 

"I'm not cheating!" Janis called, picking up one of her pawns and walking- more like waddling, besides the point- over to where Karen's piece sat. "Sorry." Janis grinned as she nudged the piece out of the way. 

Karen smiled with good nature. "Just watch out for Regina, don't want a murder on our hands, do we?"

"Listen-" Regina raises her hands as she begins to defend herself.

Janis grins. "Yes?"

"-hold on. I'll think of something."

Janis grins making her way back over to Damian as Aaron draws a card. 

It dosesn't take long for Janis and Damian to win.

"Hell yeah!" Janis pumped her fist in the air, sending a grin to Regina.

"I will shove you off this table so hard-"

A hand scoops under Janis, lifting her away from the danger.

"Put me down, Damian! I can take her!"

"Say the girl who fell off the table last time." Cady remarked.

"I wasn't ready last time."

Cady shakes her head fondly. "Maybe we play something else next week."

Damian cups his hands so Janis can't try and jump off. "What game though. These two could make the quiet game competitive."

"They have." Gretchen giggled. "In middle school, it was the only way to get them to shut up."

Janis sat down in Damian's hands, arms crossed. "Yeah but I always won."

"No!" Regina called across the table.

"Oh my god." Aaron groaned. "Not this again."

this just made me miss playing sorry,,,, also why were the rules so complicated bro tags! <3 @realmisspolarbear @musicallygt @smallsoysauce @sourishlemons

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Fractured Stars Falling Masterlist!

WIP Intro

Snippets:

untitled nightmare snippet with Raven and Sapphire

Tears of Fire with Elliot and Hestia

Wildly Beating Hearts with Cassandra and Erica

Distraction with Max and Monty

Guilt with Snow and Lan

Bandages with Raven and Sapphire

Rain Drowning Out Tears with Snow and Lan

Reading Lessons with Elliot and Hestia

Icy Kisses with Raven and Sapphire

The Apology with Snow and Lan

Hearth in the Storm with Tris and Kaye

All Eyes On Me with Triveya

In The End It Doesn't Even Matter (I Had to Fall to Lose it All) with Raven and Sapphire

And Now Forever I Know (All That I Wanted Was to Hold You) with Raven and Sapphire

Would You Let Me Touch Your Soul, Forever? (Can You Hear Me Longing For You, Forever, Forever?) aka Raven and Sapphire angsty times

Your Kisses Burn Into My Skin (Only Love Can Hurt Like This) aka Cass and Erica angsty times

Fireflies aka Raven and Sapphire Valentines Day Special

Book WIP and OC Intros

General Cinderella Intro

Tris Intro

Kaye Intro

King Burningham and Queen Persephone Intro

Snow Knight Intro

Snow Intro

Lan Intro

Queen Reigna Intro

The Little Pirate Intro

Cassandra Intro

Erica Intro

Gar Face Gabe Intro

The Lord's Son and The Frog Intro

Max Intro

Monty Intro

Lord Darevan Intro

[more intros and links coming... when I eventually post them haha]

Worldbuilding (mainly posts for now because sorting through asks is a nightmare)

Mother Hallya WBW Post

Dixy - Eldest of Mother Hallya

Keyon - Second Eldest

Sayfiya - Third Eldest

Gragra and Jhar - The Twins

Dragia - Second Youngest

Undral - The Youngest

Kingdom - Dinvirty

Kingdom - Goke

Area - The High Seas of Eltya

Country - Dryklan

Kingdom - Farkle

Kingdom - Greyvenhill

Area - The Under

Taglist: @rose-bookblood @chalcid @evethenovicewriter @writing-is-a-martial-art @mjjune @fiercely-raging-writer @wildswrites @corishadowfang @surroundedbypearls @serenanymph + people from the gen. taglist @outpost51 @dustylovelyrun (comment or send me a message to be +/- from the taglist <3)

[obey-me-ocs]

*They smile at Reigna* I'm no photographer, but I can picture us together. - Pun/Pickup line Anon (Also, I'm going to start trying to romance Reigna... wish me luck cause damn is she pretty...)

Why are you trying to flirt with me... and why are you picking the most weird cheesy ass pick up lines.