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Chapter 35: The wedding reception continues, during which the youngest Equinox sister makes an appearance. Which is followed by a bouquet toss, and something else.

Josele belongs to @loosesodamarble Neva belongs to @lyranova Tani belongs to @succulentsunrise

Tag list: @/succulentsunrise @/loosesodamarble

Keeping in mind that this series contains themes and topics some may find uncomfortable, reader discretion is advised.

Warnings: suggestive content

Length: ~4.5k

Chapter 35: Go suck a strawberry

“So, how does it feel to be married?” Even if Solara hadn’t seen the smirk over Mereo’s lips, she would have heard it from the tone; flowing out of the fearless lioness with ease.

“The best hours of my life, so far,” she smirked right back, leaning against her arms while swirling wine in her glass. “You should give it a try.”

The red-head hummed, looking up to the ceiling, as a result of which, Tani’s gaze fell down and her posture slouched forward; a hint of blush rising to her cheeks.

“In time,” was the reply, after a few seconds of deliberation that seemed more to have been for the sake of seeming less enthusiastic about the idea than she actually was.

“But perhaps it’s better to not wait for too long,” Lena noted, taking a sip from her wine glass.

The table at which they sat, along with Neva, and Josele, was to the side from the main table. Not too far to be considered a corner, but far enough for them to have a more private conversation. Though most of the guests had retreated into conversing in their own circles. Much like them.

“Agreed. One shouldn’t wait for the fulfilment of marriage. Life is short, after all,” Josele noted, thinking back to the days passed, far longer than they seemed. But also the days ahead, now that the battle with devils had been won, even if only for the time being.

Mereo’s eyes turned to her, as if assessing. But since she had not been acquainted with the brunette previously, aside of having heard what had happened, she couldn’t say that she was happy about it. Though under the circumstances, it was better to stay quiet.

“I see,” was the only comment she gave to the statement. Not meaning anything more with it, but the way the words left her, gave an impression that she might have.

“We’ll just need to see who catches the bouquet,” Tani interrupted, trying to ease the tension. “It tried to make it sturdy enough to actually withhold the toss.”

“And I have no reason to doubt that it wouldn’t hold,” Solara replied, trying to shift the conversation elsewhere. “Thank you, again, by the way,” she continued as a soft smile crept onto her face. “It wouldn’t have been the same without your input.”

“It was nothing,” Tani protested. “It was a simple task, really, and I was happy to do it.”

Had Solara had to guess, she could have sworn that there was a hint of a blush on Tani’s cheeks along with her tone. But as Mereo wrapped her arm around her beloved, and pulled her closer, making the guessing unnecessary; although this blushing was for other reasons.

“And you too Neva,” Lara turned her gaze. “You really outdid yourself. Thank you.”

“Of course!” She half blurted, half said. “I mean… Of course, I would help. And it was good practice on mana control.”

“Regardless, thank you.” The words were spoken with a nod, and a smile, while the platinum blonde girl took another piece of cake in front of her. She still needed time to get used to compliments. Being recognized for her work. Though she couldn’t say that she wasn’t exactly given credit, it was more that she wasn’t… most often, thanked for it.

“It was interesting to see other Theans… doing… a ….” Tani begun, trailing off as someone floated through the air on a piece of… metal? Surely such spells existed, but something about it just caught her attention. Which caused the others to turn to look towards the same direction, to see a young woman, easily below twenty, approaching.

“’ey,” she greeted, stepping off the board and taking a seat by the table, all with a swift motion.

Her hair was short, reaching only her jawline; mostly platinum white, much like Selena’s, but a couple of individual streaks of red ran through them.

“Didn’t mother tell you to leave that at home for today?” Lena asked, glancing at the board.

“[She told me to behave,]” the woman remarked.

There was a pause which spoke more than words might have. At the end of which Solara let out a soundless sigh.

“What? I’m behaving,” the woman retorted.

The gazes turned expectantly to the twins; to make introductions if nothing else.

“I’d like you to meet our little sister,” Solara motioned to the woman.

“Yo,” she said with a wave of a hand. And received various replies; all of which were a greeting of their own.

Selena glanced at her from the corner of her eye, but the sister didn’t seem to mind.

Mereoleona’s brows furrowed, as she thought about it. And she could recall seeing the woman briefly at the Divine Evaluation. But they hadn’t actually talked. Barely exchanged a greeting beforehand. Though, she supposed, the situation had perhaps been weighing on the little sister to the point where making such greetings felt obsolete.

“Aurora, was it?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yeah… Though, I prefer Rory. Because ‘Aurora’ sound so… formal, y’know?”

There was a second, and two, three, during which Mereo only looked at her, until she nodded.

“So… what’s up?” Rory’s eyes shifted around with an awkward smile. “What’s the plan for next?”

“Where have you been?” Lena asked with a tone that was trying to not be displeased.

“Around.”

“[You could have been more present.]”

“[I was!]”

“Please… you two,” Solara sighed, taking a sip of wine.

A moment of silence passed around the table. Lena’s expression settled down into a composed one, right before her gaze fell, looking into the depths of the table.

Meanwhile Rory’s brows stayed furrowed, but her eyes, too, were directed down and ahead of herself.

“I was around… I just… I don’t like these kinds of socials… But I’ve been around,” she insisted. “I saw the ceremony, the cake cutting, the dance and everything, but I…”

Lena hesitated for a moment, while Lara waited for Rory to continue. But instead, it was Lena to speak up first.

“You could have come say hi,” this time her tone was softer, more gentle and understanding. But there was an underlying veil of hurt.

“I guess…” Rory’s gaze turned to the side.

“You’re here now,” Lara concluded with a vast array of emotion. But… She was glad that Rory did eventually make an appearance. “Not everyone likes to be … on display, in lack of a better word.”

Rory only nodded. Not sure what she should say about it. Because she couldn’t say that she wouldn’t have been placing herself on display at times, but the stuck-up kind of being on display that was associated with nobility was the specific kind she didn’t want. If she was noticed she wanted it to be for a reason of her own choosing.

“I don’t really like these kinds of socials either,” Neva admitted. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was the one to speak up. Perhaps she just felt that she could relate.

“Like a plant out of a pot,” Tani tried to joke. Because she was also very much out of her comfort zone with noble balls, parties, alike.

“But you kept an eye out for your sister,” Josele smiled. “Even if from the side lines.”

Rory thought about it for a while. How they all seemed to … not like such socials. Or at least understood her motivations. But still they were there.

“Rory…” Lena continued. “It’s not that I’m upset with the fact that you made an appearance, but I… wished that you… I wish that you’d be around more. You’re always coming and going.”

Rory nodded. “Look, Lena I… miss you guys too. Both of you,” she looked at both Lara and Lena. “And you’re tied in things a lot. Plus, I have my own life to figure out…” she begun to trail off; but stopped before she did so fully. “You’re right though. I could have come say hi.”

There was a smile shared, but no words exchanged. Perhaps because neither knew what to say, or perhaps because there was no reason to say.

“Bouquet toss.”

Everyone glanced at Lara.

“The next ‘event’ is bouquet toss,” she repeated with a faint smile.

“Cool,” Rory said. “And garter toss?”

“Garter toss?” Lena quirked an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I heard it’s this thing where the groom reached under the bride’s skirt and removes a garter, which he’ll then toss like the bride tosses the bouquet.”

Lena blinked.

Rory looked at her. “Yeah. I’m serious.”

Lena blinked again, and turned her attention to Lara, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. It’s a real practice Lena,” she commented. “But we’re not doing it. We’re tossing something else.”

“Oh?”

“My hairpiece,” she replied, her fingers reaching towards the accessory that held large red roses, although artificial.

Lena hummed in thought, but said nothing. Simply because there was nothing to say.

“So… any of you, or your spouses gonna take part in the tosses?” Rory asked, glancing around the table; trying to make conversation, more than anything.

“I think I’ll pass,” Mereo remarked, taking another sip of her drink.

“Oh?” Tani glanced at her.

“You’re welcome to, if you want to. I just don’t see a reason for it,” she shrugged.

“I’ll also join,” Neva uttered. “Just for fun.”

“And Yuno?” Solara asked.

“I don’t think he will,” Neva blushed slightly, tilting her head. “I don’t think it’s really his thing…”

“The same applies to Nacht,” Josele thought out loud. “But I think it’s entertainable.” Her eyes shifted around, trying to catch a glimpse of him. Speaking of which… where is my darling devil divine? She thought right before the announcement came to perform the bouquet toss.

Solara took her bouquet as the people arranged themselves. Some gathering into a rather large crowd near French doors that led to the balcony. Meanwhile others gathered around to see who’d be the lucky one to catch the assortment of flowers.

Tani positioned herself around the middle of the group, thinking that the bouquet was slightly lighter than it might have appeared, but the fact that it was a cascading one, might make it more difficult to throw.

Neva settled onto the left side of the crowd, concluding that right-handed people, while throwing something over their head most often end up throwing towards the left.

But Josele settled to the back. The game was silly, although for good fun. However, she didn’t see a reason to position herself to a place where those who were intent on catching the bouquet might push around. She could take it, but there seemed to be no real reason to subject to such. And besides, from there she could try to keep an eye out for Nacht, in case he’d appear from somewhere.

“Ready?” There was the sound of a smile in Lara’s tone, but it nearly slipped Josele as Nacht appeared next to her.

Her head turned to him, away from the crowd.

He extended his hands forward, as if to present a point. “Josele? I’ve been thinking abou-“

There was a bouquet in his hands.

“Hm?”

“HE CAUGHT IT!” Someone yelled.

Nacht turned towards the sound, to see a good number of women staring at him as Josele’s hand rose in front of her mouth to hide her smile, and the laugh that tried to leave her.

“I DEMAND A RETOSS!” The same voice called as Nacht’s eyes shifted between Josele and the crowd.

“I’m…”

“LET HIM HAVE IT!” Yami yelled in return with a grin.

The crowd turned to Solara who was trying to contain a laughter, her hand, too, covering her mouth.

“Ladies…” she managed through her amusement. “If he wants to get married this much, then perhaps we ought to let him.”

There was a displeased grumble from the crowd, but no real argument against.

“Good catch,” Josele teased while placing her hand onto his arm.

“I… suppose…” he uttered, looking at the item in his hand. “Actually I… was thinking about something like this…” He uttered under his breath.

“For what?” She chuckled, not quite sure exactly what she was referring to.

His eyes turned to the side, the crowd and the people nearby who might hear. And it was too early for them to hear.

“You were saying something?” She asked, seeing the glance, the apprehension and the reservedness.

“Yes…” his gaze travelled around the room, after which he pulled her with him out of the doors and onto the balcony, as people begun to disperse.

The activity had been concluded. Even if not all were pleased with the outcome, despite it having been all fun and games, more than anything actually meaningful. Silly little tradition that had served a good laugh with the unexpected turn of events.

Solara made her way towards Fuegoleon, who was standing next to Nozel and Yami; as Yami was musing to Nacht having been the one to catch the bouquet.

“Sure hope he takes this as a sign,” he laughed. “He’s been looking at Josele like a puppy dog for ages. Better if he finally took the plunge.”

“Sometimes it requires time Yami,” Fue noted as Lara linked her arm with his.

“Sometimes,” she teased.

“Sometimes,” he agreed.

“Yeah, you two waited for a while too,” Yami remarked with a straight face.

Solara shook her head while Fue sighed. And Nozel frowned.

“So, now to the hairpiece toss?” She asked, looking at Fue, but before he could get anything past his lips; barely having had time to open his mouth, Yami spoke on top of him.

“Hairpiece toss?”

“Yes,” Fue nodded. “Since it’s… unfavourable to retrieve a garter in public, we’re opting to do a similar practice, but with her hair accessory.”

Yami looked at Solara without an expression.

“Mhm,” she nodded. “The hair comb with roses in it.”

Yami glanced at the accessory with large, red roses with a little gold dust around the edges of the petals. “Hm,” he uttered with an exhale, thinking to himself about how it’d suit Charlotte. Though, he couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t suit Charlotte. And yet, the hairpiece, the roses and the faint glimmer of the gold dust which… reminded him of the way her eyes sparkles when the light hit them in the right angle.

Yeah… He couldn’t imagine it not looking good on Charlotte.

Solara turned her head towards Fue again, placing her other hand as well onto his arm. “Are we going to-, Hey!”

Her attention darted back to Yami, who was now holding onto the accessory with a thoughtful look in his eyes. The hairdo came undone, strawberry blond locks now flowing past her shoulders, down her back and framing her face. Her left ear was still visible due to a braid keeping it together, while the right side held volume.

“That was uncalled for Sukehiro,” Fuegoleon’s arm wrapped around Lara’s waist, pulling her close as he glared at Yami. And his tone… was cold.

It was cold.

Lara looked at him for a moment, and as she did, he pulled her with a faint motion, as if to assure her. As a result of which she pressed her forehead against his cheek, from where she made a rolling motion to look back at Yami without pulling away.

“You were going to take it out regardless,” Yami commented with a blank expression.

“That is the argument I was making. It is not your position to take it from her,” his jaw was tense, and she had to wonder if there was a growl in his tone. Or if she had just imagined it.

There was a pause as Yami stood there, seemingly wondering about what to say, or do. Until he waved his other hand in front of him. “Okay, well, sorry ‘bout that.”

Fuegoleon’s lips parted to reply as Solara leaned back, placing her hand onto his other cheek.

She pulled, every so faintly, guiding him to look at her.

“If he wants to get married that badly…” she uttered with a whisper, before pressing a kiss onto the corner of his mouth.

For a moment Fue’s brows stayed furrowed, as if trying to make a decision; until the expression melted away and settled into a much softer one.

“Alright,” he finally said, glancing at Yami. But the rest of the sentence was left hanging in the air; left unsaid. Not that it needed to be said.

Yami knew that he wasn’t ‘proper’, and didn’t behave according to the etiquette, because that just wasn’t the kind of a person he was. To him many things weren’t that serious, and life wasn’t meant to be enjoyed, the best one can. Because life would to well to serve problems regardless, there was no need to make it harder than it already was.

But he also knew when he had crossed a boundary. Even if without meaning to.

This was one of those moments.

And he might need to talk it over with Fuegoleon in some point. But that moment wasn’t now.

Nozel scowled at him, but that wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. At least he had refrained from calling him as ‘foreigner’ with a that judgemental tone. Though it was more of a result of Nozel being married to a foreigner, and now having a sister-in-law, who was also a foreigner. The irony itself was a victory in Yami’s books.

“Easy there Braid Face. You’ll pop a vein in your forehead at this rate,” he said, directing the conversation elsewhere, or at least somewhat elsewhere.

“Mind your tongue, Yami,” Nozel retorted with the frost of winter time.

Meanwhile Lara locked gazes with Lena, who sighed.

“What? I’m just saying that getting this worked up over something that’s not about you, isn’t good for your health,” Yami remarked, with a point. But the reaction that he received from Nozel, was anything but receptive.

Fuegoleon sighed at the exchange, because people just couldn’t seem to behave while in the same room, even if for only one day. Though the day had already turned into evening, and soon night. But he supposed the many hours that had gone smoothly had merely lulled him into wishful thinking that no verbal back and forth would be exchanged.

Nozel’s lips parted to reply, but before he could, Lena tugged his hand, pulling him with her.

“Choose your fights dear,” she whispered, and gave him a glance that was laced with a tenderness. But underneath it all there was a hint of something playful, even if only evident to him. The mischievous, almost decadent veil that was hidden from everyone but him.

Because of which he sighed, letting go, for now, and followed her.

“Did you greet my parents already,” Lara asked, leaning away from Fue with the intent to move on.

“Briefly,” he replied, thinking nothing much of it.

She tugged him with her, away from Yami and the situation, towards her parents who were talking with Rory on the balcony. But as the couple approached, the conversation ceased and attention was directed to the two.

“Hi,” Rory raised her hand, as if to wave; more to Fue than Lara, since she hadn’t properly met with him yet, while Celeste and Arcturus gave them a nod.

“Evening,” Fue replied.

“I hope you had nice time,” Lara smiled, directing the statement to all of them.

“As nice it can be, with yet another daughter moving away,” there was a hint of a grin in Celeste’s tone, but there was a sense of melancholy that was more prominent. Because this was, although a joyous occasion, also an end of an era. There was sadness in that change, even if the change was a good thing.

“Mother,” Solara replied with a tone that tried to be a scold, but instead flowed with a grin.

“I know,” she said while taking a step forward and wrapping her arms around Lara, as if trying to shield her from the world for one last time. “[I love you, my darling daughter,]” she uttered, squeezing Lara in her arms one more time.

“[Love you too mom.]”

Celeste took a step back, giving Solara a smile before turning her attention to Fue.

She looked like she had something to say. But as seconds ticked by, it was as if she wasn’t sure precisely what it was that she had to say.

“Ma’am, we haven’t had the chance to converse quite as often as what would be considered favourable, but I know that you care for your daughters; your entire family, which-“

Celeste raised her hand, and cut him off. Because she didn’t need him to try and convince her of… whatever it was that he needed to convince her of.

“I know you’re a good man,” she said. “I just expect you to stay as such.”

Arcturus’ eyes closed as his lips tugged up into a smile. “Give the boy some slack,” he commented with amusement.

Fue glanced at him, and though he wasn’t exactly pleased with being called as ‘boy’, he understood the tone and the well-intentioned meaning behind it.

“He’s gaining our daughter and now he’s supposed to gain ‘some slack’ from me too?” Celeste mused with a glance to her husband.

“Fair,” he laughed, as Fue let out a hum that vibrated in his throat with displease.

“Look,” Celeste begun, thinking that Arcturus actually did have a point, and turned her attention back to the vermillion haired mage. “I don’t like the fact that she’s moving away. Yes, even if the portal makes it far easier to travel. Which creates certain risks.”

Fue did not like the possibilities where this conversation was going.

“Or the fact that Lara won’t be taking on the position she was supposed to, at least not as planned, which creates complications.”

He really didn’t like the conversation.

“Or the fact that she’s moving to a country which has currently no strong leadership.”

Hurtful, but Fue couldn’t exactly argue against. And it made him like the conversation even less.

“But…” she continued. “I do want her to be happy.”

Solara intwined her fingers with Fue’s and leaned against his side.

“And … emotions, when it comes to love, don’t look at these things.”

Fue could feel Lara giving his hand a squeeze, as if to tell him that it’d be alright.

“You two have… fought to be together, and I can’t claim that I could think of anyone more worthy of her,” she admitted, eyes down to the space between them. “But I still don’t like her moving out of Thea,” she added, glancing up at Fue.

“Understandable,” he nodded. Because it was. Moving to another country, wasn’t easy.

“You do have my blessing, to make it clear,” Celeste added.

“But you’d prefer us moving to Thea?”

“Among other things,” she nodded. “But. It’s also not my choice.”

He nodded to her. She was being reasonable. There was frankness in her tone, and the things she had listed, were fair. She was also honest with how she felt.

Celeste recognized that she would have wanted things to be different form what they were, but also that it wasn’t about her. Which was all that could be asked of her.

“Just make her happy.”

“Mother!” Lara scolded. “We’ll make each other happy,” she insisted, as Fue chuckled.

“I intend to,” he said, eyes turned to the side and to Lara, even if the statement was directed at Celeste.

“Okay, now I’m going to steal you away before Father has his turn,” Solara insisted, tugging him with her as Arcturus let out another laugh.

“I’ll have plenty of time for that,” he joked bidding the two off.

Solara tugged Fue towards refreshment, under the disguise of getting a drink, without trying to make it too obvious that she was pulling him along.

“Sorry, about… my parents, it’s…”

“They care about you, my love,” he mused with a faint chuckle.

“Even so, they shouldn’t… I mean it’s…”

“Your mother is… stern, yes. But her arguments are valid,” he told her as they reached the table. “Two of her children have moved abroad, leaving behind duties they were supposed to undertake, which leaves them to figure out how to distribute those duties to others. Even if you’d be able to partake to some of it. It requires more work. And Clover is, at the moment, in a rather unstable setting due to Julius’ disappearance. Her concerns are valid,” he picked up a chocolate covered strawberry from the table.

“But her comment was out of place,” she replied.

“Not as much as you think, beloved,” he held the strawberry in front of her mouth. “Because I am intent on making you happy.”

Her eyes shifted between the strawberry and his gaze which cascaded over her like the gentle rays of the evening sun; bringing her comfort, warmth and security.

“Go ahead, take a bite,” he encouraged.

She shook her head in amusement; the corners of her lips tugging up into a smirk. After which she took a bite.

The juicy fruit gave in under her teeth, and her lips wrapped around the treat for a moment; her eyes looking into his… Until the piece was in her mouth, dancing over her tongue as she chewed, it, up.

Air flowed out of his lungs with something that resembled a content chuckle and a huff, while not being fully either. After which he placed the rest of the strawberry in his own mouth, the sweetness coating his tongue for a while.

“Another?” He asked, making Lara chuckle while shaking her head.

“People are watching,” she replied, glancing for a fraction of a second towards a small group, who were watching the exchange.

His eyes followed, making the same observation before turning back to her with a slow blink. “True,” he agreed. “Perhaps we’ve been scandalous enough for the day.”

“Everything can be scandalous,” she noted. “But the strawberry was perhaps the most one of it all.”

His lips tugged up into a smirk, along with a faint chuckle as a spark rose to the corner of his eye. “What is a man to do when he can’t taste the very sweet heavenly thing he wishes upon his wife’s lips, but to quench it with a poor substitute of a succulent berry?”

“Oh go bite a strawberry,” she told him with a grin.

To which he laughed, eyes gathering a deep undertone of purple velvet. Something rich, heavy, and soft against one’s skin.

“Perhaps, later…” he said, nearly purred, while brushing off her strawberry blond locks. “Later…” he repeated, swallowing, this time, as a thirst begun tormenting him. And this thirst, wouldn’t be quenched by none other than her.

#before we have it #black clover fanfiction #fuegoleon x solara #fuelara #nozel x selena #nozena #oc: solara equinox #oc: selena equinox #oc: josele canty #oc: neva belmonte #oc: tani chartreuse #oc x canon #not all ocs are mine

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Lucifarian Family 80s Redux: Bios:

The Princess of Lust: Bon Lucifarian / Bonita Montero (1984)

The second of the seven sins, but lust is a sin of the flesh, and depending on the flesh and brain, the want to commit increased or decreases.

"I want you in leather and lace."

Name

Full Legal Name: Bonita Evangelista Montero

First Name: Bonita

Meaning: Means 'Pretty' in Spanish, ultimately from Latin 'Bonus' 'Good'

Pronunciation: ba-NEE-ta

Origin: English, Spanish

Middle Name: Evangelista

Meaning: Means 'Evangelist, Preacher' in Italian, Spanish and Portuguese, derived from Latin, ultimately from Greek 'Evangelos' meaning 'Bringing good news'

Pronunciation: ee-VAN-jeh-LEE-sta

Origin: Italian, Spanish, Portuguese

Surname: Montero

Meaning: Means 'Hunter' in Spanish, an agent derivative of 'Monte' meaning 'Mountain, Wilderness'

Pronunciation: mon-TEH-ro

Origin: Spanish

Aliases: Bon Lucifarian, The Princess of Lust, The Lustful Princess, The Succubus of Lust, The Lustful Succubus, The Salacious Succubus, The Succubus of Salaciousness, The Princess of Lust Bon Lucifarian, The Succubus of Lust Bon Lucifarian, The Lustful Princess Bon Lucifarian, The Lustful Succubus Bon Lucifarian, The Salacious Succubus Bon Lucifarian, The Succubus of Salaciousness Bon Lucifarian

Nicknames: Bon-Bon, Bonnie, Bon, Evan, Lisa, Lee, Princess B, Succubus

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 30

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Latina (Human)

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Latina (Mixed, Both Sides Latin), 1/2 Cuban 1/2 Brazilian

Birth Date: November 14th 1954

Sexuality: Bisexual

Religion: Non-Religious

Native Language: Spanish

Spoken Languages: Spanish, Portuguese, English, Italian

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Scorpio

Theme Song: 'I Wanna Be Your Lover' - Prince (1979-), Hino Nacional Brasileiro [Brazilian National Anthem] (1972-1978]

Voice Actor: Salma Hayek

Singing Voice: Selena Quintanilla-Pérez

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Porto Alegre, Rio Grande de Sul, Brazil

Current Location: On The Road

Current Residence: Albany, Albany County, New York, USA

Hometown: Porto Alegre, Rio Grande de Sul, Brazil

Appearance

Height: 5'7" / 170 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: 2

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Double, Both)

Scars: None

Clothing Style: Suggestive

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smoker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: Ves Lucifarian, Nadia Lucifarian, Kat Lucifarian, Anna Lucifarian, Nora Lucifarian, Syn Lucifarian

Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Mr Fuji, Tito Santana, Hulk Hogan, Jesse Ventura

Mentor: Vilmar Montero

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Vilmar Montero (68, Father), Jovita Montero (70, Mother, Née Asturias)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Orquídea Sierra (48, Sister, Née Montero), Thales Montero (45, Brother), Tránsito Belmonte (42, Sister, Née Montero), Santana Montero (39, Brother), Zaray Ribeiro (36, Sister, Née Montero), Rubens Montero (33, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Oscar Sierra (50, Orquídea's Husband), Emanuela Montero (46, Thales' Wife, Née Vale), Matheus Belmonte (44, Tránsito's Husband), Josefina Montero (40, Santana's Wife, Née Tapia), Luiz Ribeiro (38, Zaray's Husband), Priscila Montero (34, Rubens' Wife, Née Sepúlveda)

Nieces & Nephews: Jair Sierra (28, Nephew), Gloria Sierra (30, Jair's Wife, Née Barros), Úrsula Loyola (25, Niece, Née Sierra), Gualberto Loyola (26, Úrsula's Husband), Itamar Sierra (22, Nephew), Virgen Sierra (24, Itamar's Wife, Née Sousa), Blanca Sierra (19, Niece), Hermógenes Sierra (16, Nephew), Libertad Sierra (13, Niece), Felipe Sierra (10, Nephew), Quiteria Sierra (7, Niece), Eliel Montero (25, Nephew), Branca Montero (26, Eliel's Wife, Ne Rocha), Genoveva Monte (22, Niece, Née Montero), Jaziel Monte (24, Genoveva's Husband), Davi Montero (19, Nephew), Mara Montero (16, Niece), Cézar Montero (13, Nephew), Regina Montero (10, Niece), Altair Montero (7, Nephew), Yasmin Montero (4, Niece), Yunuen Belmonte (22, Nephew), Thalita Belmonte (24, Yunuen's Wife, Née Freitas), Deisy Belmonte (19, Niece), Wilson Belmonte (16, Nephew), Isaura Belmonte (13, Niece), Valente Belmonte (10, Nephew), Nereida Belmonte (7, Niece), Raymundo Belmonte (4, Nephew), Sabrina Montero (19, Niece), Odalis Montero (16, Nephew), Yolanda Montero (13, Niece), Nereo Montero (10, Nephew), Divina Ribeiro (16, Niece), Milton Ribeiro (13, Nephew), Irene Ribeiro (10, Niece), Lisandro Montero (13, Nephew), Olinda Montero (10, Niece)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Hell Itself

Trainer: Vilmar Montero, Facudo Montero, Edison Montero, Diógenes Montero, Bolívar Montero, Atilio Montero, Zeferino Montero

Managers: Damo Lucifarian

Wrestlers Managed: None

Debut: 1972

Retired: N/A

Wrestling Style: Grappler

Stables & Teams: A Família Montero [The Montero Family] (1972-1974), The Lucifarian Family (1974-)

Regular Moves: Suicide Dive, Springboard Moonsault, Snap Suplex, Frog Splash, Somersault Senton, Running Shooting Star Press, Corkscrew 450 Splash, Pendulum Backbreaker, Falling DDT, Belly To Back Suplex, Love Me Tender (Flying Neckbreaker), Personal Aphrodite (Reverse Frankensteiner)

Finishers: Sexual Healing (Double Underhook Facebuster), Fall Forward Single-Underhook DDT

Refers To Fans As: The Lustful, The Lustful Ones, The Passionate, The Passionate Ones

Commentary Name: The Body, The Babe

Extras

Backstory: Raised, primarily, by her Uncle Edison while her parents (Vilmar & Jovita) were working for (multiple) different promotions in South and Central America. Bonita learned how to wrestle from her uncles, who are all her father's tag partners. As Bonita grew up, she started to rebel against authority, mainly against her family's views, she experimented with everything. Bonita met Vesta, while working on the British wrestling circuit, quickly becoming friends and agreeing to team with her, joining the Lucifarians and the Demon King's court, due to her incredibly flirty nature, she became Lust the moment she joined the team.

Trivia:

Bonita's role is as the Mouth (and loins) of the group

Bonita is Compassionate, Perverse, Shameless, Surly, Relaxed and Witty

Bonita isn't ashamed to be herself

Bonita is open and easy-going

Bonita can easily and quickly come up with witty comebacks

Bonita doesn't know how to tone herself down

Bonita can make people feel awkward

Bonita doesn't have a strong verbal filter

Bonita's named moves are all song references, 'Love Me Tender' and Elvis song, 'Personal Aphrodite' a play on 'Personal Jesus' and 'Sexual Healing' as in the Marvin Gaye song

Bonita likes: Her family, Sunshine, Beach trips, Pink, Feijoada, Triadentes' Day, Cachaça, Ball Pythons, Stargazing, Tulips, Red wine, Sunsets, Bikinis, Shorts (e.g. Daisy Dukes), Statues, Macaws

Bonita dislikes: Government, Rain, Hospitals, Neon Yellow, Sweet Tea, 4th July, St. Patrick's Day, Horses, Fog, Roses, Sunrises, Suits, Long Dresses, Cliffs, Chihuahuas

Left: Bonita in 'Human form' (With her natural brown eyes)

Right: Bon in 'Demon form' (With pink~red eyes)

#Lucifarian Family Redux #Lucifarian Family #Lucifarian #original character #Montero #1980s Universe #A Família Montero #The Montero Family

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