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Princesca Marisa Soto de Coronado. Hermana menor de Marzel. 30. Sirena.

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El Juego de Las Llaves 2ª temporada

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Adriana & Siena 🔥💥

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A Haunting Past {Tiana/Rora/Marzel/Nuka/Marisa}

Memories are stolen and returned. Lives are lost and save.

Final goodbyes are given.

TW: Blood, Death, Broken Limbs

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The Fated Ball [Part One] + [Zira and Swynlake]

In which Zira, with the help of her family, enacts her plan…[takes place: September 29, 2021]

tw – death, gore, blood, injuries, wrist slitting, broken neck, poisoning..etc. [if you want a cliff notes, hmu!]

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Kitchen Nightmares | Marana

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“No, I’m good,” Tiana said out of instinct. She got asked that question all the time. Not usually by the waitstaff, usually by the line cooks, but the answer was always the same. No, she was good. 

Something you learned pretty quickly working in the restaurant industry was when to ask for help. And in the beginning, when Tiana was younger, she had been better at it. But over the years, she had gotten good at juggling things on her own, and a part of her felt this personal pride in being able to do things all on her own. That feeling had only grown during culinary school.

So she brushed Marisa off. And then a pot full of rice started hissing angrily. “Actually, uh, can you reduce the heat on that? Unless you got tables waiting. I can take care of it.”

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Without a moment’s hesitation, Marisa reached over to reduce the heat on the rice, and even reached for a wooden spoon to stir it to make sure no grains of rice got all burnt to the sides of the pot. She set the spoon down and turned back to Tiana with a bright grin.

“I’m not busy! My tables are all cashed out at the moment. I told the host to skip me for a while to see what you needed back here. Uh, if that’s okay.”

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Kitchen Nightmares | Marana

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“She what?!” Tiana looked up from the onion to stare at Marisa, exasperated. She knew, logically, that this was not Marisa’s fault. This was the opposite of Marisa’s fault. Marisa was here for her shift and she was not the one calling out two hours in advance of when her shift was supposed to start. She was also not the one who had just spilled tomato sauce all over the floor. 

But Tiana’s mind felt like a stovetop full of sauces right now. Any minute, something could boil over. It wouldn’t take much. She was stressed, and years in this industry had taught her to manage stress, but that was before she had a goddamn ancient sword trapped in the Faery realm and an evil vampire spell on her mind as well!

She tipped the onions into the remaining half of the tomato sauce and looked at Marisa impatiently. “What happened? Is she sick or something?” Tiana was already calculating all of the extra things she was going to have to do tonight– maybe she’d even put on a white shirt and help with serving. She didn’t really want to ask anyone to come in last-minute or work a double…

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Thaaaaaaat reaction tracks, Marisa thought, biting at her lip. 

“Uh...yeah.” Marisa didn’t bother to add the flavor text about how it was the day after her birthday. “She’s sick.”

Marisa probably should have turned and walked out of the kitchen, but Tiana seemed like she really could use a hand. She hesitated for only a moment before steeling herself and asking.

“Hey, Tiana? Do you...want a hand in the kitchen?”

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Kitchen Nightmares | Marana

Tiana might have put a little too much on her plate.

Figuratively, yes, between Knights duties and everything with the play over the past month and the “Soup of the Week” initiative she had started for no reason except she felt the need to distract herself from all the regret and confusion she felt over her love life, but also literally. The lobsters were boiling over as Tiana tried to finish up chopping the onions, but there was such a sheer number of them, and she knew she should leave this to the line cooks, but Tiana needed it to be perfect. Tonight was the debut of the Late Summer Lobster Bisque, after all.

She had just finished half of the current onion when she heard someone behind her and jumped, breaking her focus. “Don’t sneak up behind me like that!” Tiana said, accidentally knocking into the pot of tomato sauce and spilling it, then slipping on the sauce and knocking half of the onions off of the prep area, too. “Damn it– what is it?!” she added impatiently. 

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Marisa had long since learned that her boss, as wonderful as she was, was terrible when it came to asking for help. Especially when she needed it most. To be fair, the food was all Tiana’s recipes, so it wasn’t as if just anybody could step back into the kitchen and take over...but goodness, surely there was something someone could do!

After Marisa tried to talk to some of the other servers and feel out of any of them were going to help, it was clear that, actually, no. No, nobody was.

Naturally, Marisa had to muster up the courage to ask her boss if she could help her somehow.

She was about to do that when the phone rang, and Marisa picked it up expecting it to be someone asking about hours...ohhh boy. It was a call-out. Shit. Okay, new mission. Tell Tiana that one of their servers for the night was “sick” the day after her birthday.

“I--- oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just, Caitlin just called. She’s calling out.”

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Eat Your Heart Out | Open

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For Anna, there really didn’t seem to be a better way of coping with a stressful situation than eating a lot of chocolate. Which was… probably not very good for her pores, she thought, catching sight of a zit in a shiny surface nearby (these were the kinds of things she thought about now, apparently). 

“Oh, no, I was just making a recommendation. You seemed kinda stressed out. Usually I recommend chocolate for that.” Anna explained, peering at the customer curiously. Maybe she had misread her. “I can get you something else. You don’t have to order that.”

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“Ohhh,” Marisa whispered, her misreading dawning on her. “Well, you have quite the sales pitch, if you did do a competition, you’d for sure win!”

She took a second to look at the options. So many goo choices! Humans were amazing weren’t they?

“Could I get a brownie sundae with cinnamon roll ice cream?”

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Eat Your Heart Out | Open

Anna felt like she was finally starting to come out of the funk she had been in for most of the summer. The dream had put a lot of things in perspective, and honestly, Anna had thought she was kind of a badass in it. She was surprised by how confident she had been. But more importantly, there had been all this revolution stuff happening, and Anna’s petty personal drama barely mattered.

It was weirdly encouraging. To know that, in the grand scheme of things, there were much more important things to focus on. 

But not everyone felt that way, of course. Anna had gotten pretty lucky, not having to live through any super horrific stuff, but not everyone had. So the Ice Queen had a few extra-chocolatey specials, and Anna was trying her very best to be supportive when people came in looking kind of down.

“You look like you could really use a Chocolate Dream Sundae,” Anna said, leaning across the counter and giving the customer a concerned look. “Go ahead. Order it. You know you want to.”

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Marisa, being a siren used to living in the sea, often thought human sweets were...well. Too sweet. She wasn’t much for chocolate but seeing as this girl was eager to sell one...maybe she had a reason?

Like, like, it was a promotional thing! Or maybe the ice cream girls were seeing who could sell the most!

“It does look good!” Marisa only half-lied. Hey, if you liked chocolate, it was probably great. “Is there a present for the cashier who sells the most? Because I’ll totally help you win.”

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Yes, actually. That’s exactly why. To say it out loud though felt childish.

“I’m good at secrets,” Marisa promised. After all, she’d been in Swynlake this long and had yet to tell anybody about her and Marzel.

Even now, she wouldn’t.

“Vampires have to eat too. I…I understand.”

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Marisa, again, knew she should be afraid. She wasn’t though.

“Oh...” she said. “You’re going to erase my memory, aren’t you?”

She adjusted her position to be able to press a kiss to Mattie’s lips. When Marisa pulled away, she muttered, “You don’t have to.”

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` “I- I can’t help it, that felt amazing,” Marisa sighed. “Were you always-?”

She almost dare not say it, should someone overhear her through the flat building’s walls. Was she afraid? Perhaps she should be, so vulnerable in the hands of a vampire.

Though if Mattie wanted to kill her...she’s had opportunities.

And Marisa was a magick herself. Vampire needed to eat, didn’t they?

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Marisa opened her mouth to whimper about how she was close, so close, ‘god Mattie, every time’ ... but a sharp pain in her neck interrupted that.

There was a part of her that was frightened. There was a part of her that thought ‘escape.’

But most of her was too turned on to care.

In fact, it only made her impending orgasm better as it quickly sent waves of sheer ecstacy through her body. “Fuck!” Marisa gasped, laughing as Mattie, who was actually a vampire drank from her.

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Look Both Ways || Maritin

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Martin began the walk to Hatter’s, gesturing to the woman to follow at his side. “I don’t mind! I can’t survive without coffee, personally. I drink far too much of it if I’m honest.” He shot Archimedes a look to keep his thoughts to himself and, to Martin’s surprised, the familiar seemed to listen.

“Oh, Merlin, it’s nothing,” he sighed, rubbing his right temple and contradicting his own words. “Just classes and work and now ruining your drink. It’s all rather… suffocating, in a way.” He sighed. “I wouldn’t want to waste your time with it all.”

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“You have social anxiety something?” Marisa asked bluntly. “That’s okay, a lot of people do. But I promise I’m not mad if that helps?”

Did it help? She hoped it helped.

“What are you studying?”