#reapermet

[charmingkat]

@reapermet || Continued from [x]

He was right, of course. She was newly turned, barely weeks old, and with eternity stretched out before her. While Jax had seemed to take to the transformation quickly, already off and hunting at the various bars that surrounded Charming, Kat chose to stay close to their sire. Their father. Because that was what he was; now more than ever. He was the one that had bore them into this new life.

From her place on the ledge -- somewhere she never would have dared to sit as a mortal -- she watched the prospects begin to lock up for the night. Even from this distance she could almost hear the blood rushing through their veins. It stirred something in her. A need.

With a small pout, she turned towards the elder vampire. “I’m getting hungry...”

[daughtersofcharming]

@reapermet​ is getting a starter cause Ryleigh wants Kenny

Taking a swipe at her eyes with a cotton pad to get some of the make-up off, Ryleigh smiled at the reflection of the man standing in her dressing room door. “Hey...good timing. We just finished up. I just need to hop in the shower and then we can go. Sound good?”

[reapermet]

"Oh Darling, Darling, what have I done? Now I do my talking with a gun, and blood will spill into the gutters, and it will stain the morning sun."

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[keptfcith]

@reapermet​ for Hayden -“Come back to bed.

Elias wasn’t one for staying long after sex, even if he did find her intriguing. “Darlin’ we both know if I get back in that bed we won't be leavin’ it for a few hours.” 

[samcrocrew]

@reapermet​

Tristan got the call about a Chevelle on the side of the road and did what he was told. Get the wrecker on the road and head towards the edge of town. Blasting music the whole way there, singing along (badly) to the song Bad Company. An old favorite. The car was dead ahead and Tristan pulled the wrecker in front of it, backing up to make hooking it up easier. Then, he hopped out, ruffling a hand through his hair. Woman behind the wheel. Looked stressed. 

“You okay, miss?” Tristan came closer, but stopped well short of her, knowing women were wary of strange men in the middle of nowhere. “Heard you were broke down. Need a ride back to town?”

[pomeqraniqht-archive]

@reapermet

     Stella honestly didn’t think she ever wanted to leave this place. Laying beneath the stars all curled up with him like this? It was nerve wracking because she found herself falling for him. Literally today when they’d gotten in the truck and he kissed her she literally melted. So now she was curled up in his arms, her eyes on the sky as they watched the stars above them. “This really is beautiful.” She’d murmur softly as she laid practically ontop of him considering she was so tiny. 

[daughtersofcharming]

@reapermet is getting a starter cause Dad!Opie

It had been late enough when they had gone to bed -- having had Hayden & Mateo and Thomas and the wives over -- that Opie’s kutte had been left on the back of one of the family room chairs. Not a big deal. It was safe (relatively), easy to grab on his way back out...but it was also now within reach of the kids. Kids who just so happened to beat their parents out of bed this morning.

And including the four year old who was currently attempting to tug said kutte from her brother’s hands. “Guuuunnnneeerrrr, give it! I wanna see it! It’s my turn!”

[daughtersofcharming]

@reapermet is getting Fiona for Brian

There were only so many calls that could go unanswered before the devil herself blew into town. For Fiona Larkin was not a woman who stood for being ignored. Not by the cause, not by her (estranged) husband, and certainly not by her own children. 

So there she was, in the door of the clubhouse, gaze barreling down on her son. She didn’t even speak -- just locked eyes and then stepped back outside. He would follow. Of that she had no doubt.