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obsidian daydreams, rated: e, an a/b/o multichapter inspired by @jughead-jones desires for a mashup of her favorite tropes.

lovely graphic by @bugggghead who also did beta work & one thousand thanks to @bettycooper who also helped me out as a beta!

Designations ruled biology and Betty would be a slave to it all no matter how much she didn't (or did) want to fall prey to it. 

It's just unfortunate that her step-brother, Jughead, happens to be an Alpha. It's a good thing she's only a Beta...

… right? 

he is dark, she is light. 

they are opposing forces in nature, but are inexplicably drawn toward one another like fate drew an ill-wrought line between them with the wrong color pen. together, they clash like thunder and lighting in a summer storm. 

Jughead bites and claws through spitting earth just for a chance to breathe, and Betty sings with haunting affection that evokes a myriad of emotion. 

they come together like a once lost puzzle piece slotting perfectly into place, and he shows her just how lovely the darkness can be. 

but the flowering tree in his black garden calls to her like a siren's song and she eats the fruit of it, which blooms like a red river down her chin. he is distraught at the notion of her inescapable solitude, of trapping her for a doomed eternity. like a lock without a key. it breaks him inside. 

he despairs, she rejoices. 

for there is chaos in her bones, anger in her heart. he looks at her in a way that sets her heart ablaze and it's the first time in her life she feels seen. for all that she is and is not. so she ate the seeds of the pomegranate willingly and without hesitation. 

she takes his hand in hers and says, tell me every terrible thing you've ever done and i will love you anyway. 

he is death, she is life. they're destined for each other.

and he says to her, then you will always be mine. and the stars might fall from the heavens, and night might cloak the earth, but until darkness dies, I will always be yours.

"How can I make it up to you?"

He asks the question with barely concealed smugness, a subtle upturn of his lips. The side of his thumb brushes her skin, just slipping beneath the edge of her turtleneck. He knew what he was doing at the time, just like he does now.

Betty has an idea that benefits the both of them. A 4x10 missing moment.

thanks to @arsenicpanda & @bettycooper for doing beta work for me on such short notice, the later creating this lovely header for me as well! 

The first time she meets him isn't on the train to Hogwarts where he turns his nose up at her like she's nothing, no, it's in a field of poppies. 

She knows it isn't quite real when she can't smell the smoke and burn of the flowers as they disintegrate around her. Flames dance before her eyes, but they don't touch her nor him. 

He only asks her one question. Why you? 

There isn't anything to say, but her answer comes later, when they're a little older and a bit taller, and much more jaded. The Wizarding world is on the precipice of war and she can feel it in her bones, so vast and tiring. 

The leaves in her tea make shapes she refuses to acknowledge, yet they linger in the back of her mind like a stubborn cold. Divination isn't a real science, but it tastes hollow on her tongue, like copper. When she looks up, he's staring at her. He doesn't look away like all the times before. 

He's broken and bleeding beneath her hands when she closes her eyes at night. It haunts her until the day it comes to pass, her fingers shaking like a leaf as she holds him together. 

It's the first time she's touched him, save for a well-deserved crack to the jaw, and his blood stains her fingers red. Contrary to popular belief, it's the same as her own, sticky and warm until it dries dark, dark, dark. 

Why you? He asks again. 

I don't know, she answers. How could I ever be anything to you? I'm nothing. 

Not to me. 

There isn't anymore after that, but everything feels familiar in the way he looks at her now.

a 4x02 extended moment, rated: e

savor (verb): to enjoy something completely.

big thanks to @bettycooper for her mad beta skillz, @theheavycrown for endless support and the header! (I mean!!! just look at it) & to @bugheadsjetty for inspiring it to begin with.

a varchie fic for my varchie friends!

preview:

She feels like an unexpected storm rolling into town, wrecking havoc to nature's carefully laid plans. Heads turn her way, gazes wary and disparaging—staring at her. They don't see Veronica though, not really, they see her father. 

In disposition to Riverdale's frosty reception, it feels all to like the bright, harsh sun. It's a wonder what a good pair of sunglasses can do for a girl. 

Though, she doesn't need them all the time. Especially not with Archie. Which is surprising, considering the veritable shade of his hair. 

by the pricking of my thumbs... something wicked this way comes.

her mother always said to never cross into greendale after midnight, but her trail was fresh and her mind made up. she was going to catch this werewolf by the skin of her teeth if that’s what it took.

or perhaps he was going to catch her.

for @riverdale-events​ tricks or treats halloween event. beta by @bettycooper​ & @theheavycrown​​ (who made this wicked header!). inspo taken from jughead the hunger vs vampironica.

“Do you want me, Hermione?”

She tries to think of a world where she wouldn’t and finds the task daunting.

So much has happened to them all in such little time. She feels far older than her age. War has affected every corner of the Wizarding World, some more scathed than others. They both have more scars to bear beyond just the marks on their arms. And somehow, somewhere along the way, things have shifted much like the tide.

a dramione smutshot

a belated birthday gift written for @dreamsofdramione​! & thanks for the beta work on your own fic boo. ily  ♡