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Feather Serpent Goddess Chapter 8 - (Dark Namor x Reader)

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Warnings: Yandere themes - let me know what you think. Felt like I was on a roll with this chapter.

"Tell it again! Tell it again!"

The little girl races around the room, screaming in delight as her mother chases her.

"Diana . . ." Her father sighs in exasperation. "She's supposed to be sleeping."

Her mother only smiles gently in response. "She will have all the time in the world to sleep. But alas little star, Dad is right. You should be sleeping. Off to your magical world again!"

"Just one more time!" (Y/N) promises, stopping and grabbing her mother's knee. Her big eyes seem to be the size of saucers as she gazes up at her mother who easily caves.

"Oh alright. Who could say no to that face!"

"I could," her Dad answers, shutting the door with a huff.

But as (Y/N) gets into bed and her mother wraps her arms around her, it doesn't matter that the lights are out. Or even Dad's snide remarks. There is the scent of lavender perfume and her mother's voice dips to a whisper.

"Have you ever heard the story of Ku'kul'can?"

Even though it has been a thousand times, the little girl still shakes her head. "Tell me mama. Tell me about it."

"Ku'kul'can was a god to his people," her mother whispers. "He ruled the great ocean nation of Talokan. He had everything he wanted. Riches, adventure, he need only point his finger and he could have anything he wanted. But something was missing. Can you guess what it was?"

"Love. I bet he didn't have anyone to love. And hold him at night like you hold me."

"It is just as you say. He had no one to love. And when he found his beloved queen, the feather serpent god tastes paradise for the first time in his long life. But then she was taken from him."

(Y/N) gasps. "Who mama? Who would do that?"

"It is said that his queen had a secret, a dark secret. And she couldn't hide it any longer. It threatened to destroy everything she loved. So to prevent it occurring, his queen had to go away. Far away."

"And she couldn't take her body with her could she Mama?"

"No. She had to leave her body behind and the King was distraught. But before she left, she gave him a diamond to remind him of her promise to return, and they would be together in paradise, always."

"Mama?"

"Yes (Y/N)?"

"Is it only a story?"

Her mother hums, stroking her hair. "You tell me. Is it only a story?"

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"You are clear on what to do?"

"Yes cousin. But . . ."

Namora taps her foot impatiently. How quickly the plan has gone sideways. From (Y/N) being a stubborn bitch and not biting the dust when she should, to the death of her companion, and now to be forced to flee her own home. But not before she takes revenge.

"What is it Atziri?"

"He seems so much more like his normal self. Ever since she returned, this dark cloud upon him has lifted so much. Are we sure . . ."

"We?"

Atziri flinches as Namora raises her hand only to place them behind her back. "You were only a child when she left him. What. Could a child possibly know of darkness? The things he did, the curses he unleashed upon us!" In her excitement she has to remind herself to lower her tone as they crouch further into the shadows, away from prying eyes. "His insanity is not like some common ailment my cousin. She appears out of nowhere and he is healed again. He is still a decrepit man with a broken heart underneath his veneer of strength. And it will only get worse the longer the bitch is around. As long as she lives, he can never be fully devoted to Talokan. It will always be her first. Do not let this great nation fall because of your hesitation Atziri. Now let me put it to you again. Do you understand what Talokan needs you to do?"

"I am."

So deliciously gullible.

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"How was your day?"

(Y/N) has eyes of thunder as she drums her fingers on the table. Thank the gods he is seated out of arms reach on the other end. She has envisioned so many times, throwing the knife, throwing the spoon, heck, heave the entire table on top of him and leave that handsome face heaving with his expensive food that he thinks he can buy her respect with.

"Fine my darling," she hisses with a smile.

He appears untroubled as he continues to work his way through the dinner as if he has all the time in the world. "Darling? I hear some of the surface dwellers say that sometimes. It has an appeal to it I suppose. How is your food?"

"How's yours?"

"Cold but its my own fault. I take too long to finish it. You always chided me for that."

"You don't think I actually buy what you're selling do you?"

"And what my love, am I selling?"

"This pitiful narrative you've got going, that you're just this benevolent King who's been waiting for his love to come back and now that I am here and lo and behold, it just so happens to be me, it's all going to be all hunky dory."

"Hunky dory?"

"Good!" She clarifies. "Everything is going to be all good now that I am here. You are a delusional man and if we were on the surface, I would be hightailing you to the nearest mental facility. You're fucking sick!"

The silence lingers as he makes a show of slowly finishing the last portion of food. "Your father was no ally of yours. In time you will understand that (Y/N). And you are right. Perhaps I am sick. But I am not delusional. A hundred years in my arms once, and it wasn't nearly enough. I could have had you forever. I had almost given up hope . . ."

"Stop . . ."

"I see how you look at this place. Like it isn't home. Like it's icy and evil and choking the air out of your lungs. That is what it was like for me to exist without you."

"Fine, guess I'll have to be the one that goes since you won't shut your mouth . . ."

He's on her before she can leave the room, pinning her to the wall. This close, his scent is aromatic, all-consuming, sandalwood, incense. It makes her head spin for a bit and her eyes feel as if she could cry without too much provocation but his eyes.

"Don't . . ." He takes her head in his hands anyway, warm finger wiping away her tears. "Don't . . ."

When he kisses her, it feels like a split. Like it has been done a thousand times before but her rage is still melting underneath her bones, her cries silenced by his firm hands pressing into her waist. When he finally pulls away, he is smiling like a little boy.

"Your mind says no. But your body says yes."

"You don't know what you're saying . . ."

He rests his forehead on hers. "Do you know what your last words were to me before you left?" He doesn't wait for an answer. "Ma' rindas tin weetel. Do you know what that means?"

She feels her eyes begin to water again though she cannot understand why. She doesn't love him. He's the enemy for goodness sake. "You don't give a damn about what I want do you?"

"Don't give up on me. Do not worry my queen. I won't let you forget about us."

His eyes linger on her lips again so before he can jump in again . . . "BED!"

He jumps. "Bed?"

"Take me to bed . . . I mean, sleep! I need to sleep. I want to go to sleep. Take me to my room." He is never going to let her live that down. "Please."

He offers her his arm. It is accepted only after she realises he's going to stand there for the rest of the night until she does. It is a waterfall of emotions that she is not used to feeling as he guides her back to her bedroom.

As soon as they cross the threshold, a bang rips through the entire corridor. She has only seconds to process the tower of water crush the bedroom wall like paper mache and descend with torrential force before she hears a shout, her body being tossed like a feather in a tornado and the world go black.

[chaitanyavijnanam]

శ్రీ శివ మహా పురాణము - 723 / Sri Siva Maha Purana - 723

🌹 . శ్రీ శివ మహా పురాణము - 723 / Sri Siva Maha Purana - 723 🌹 ✍️. స్వామి తత్త్వ విదానంద సరస్వతి 📚. ప్రస���ద్ భరద్వాజ 🌴. రుద్రసంహితా-యుద్ద ఖండః - అధ్యాయము - 08 🌴 🌻. రథ నిర్మాణము - 3 🌻

లోకాలోకపర్వతము రథమునకు నలుపైలా ఉపసోపానమయెను. మానసాది సరోవరములు దానికి బటక ఉండే సుందరమగు విషమ స్థానము ఆయెను (22) వర్ష పర్వతములన్నియు ఆ రథమునకు నలువైపులా ఉండే త్రాళ్లు అయెననె చెప్పబడెను. పాతాళాది అధోలోకములయందు నివసించు ప్రాణులన్నియు ఆరధములకు ఉపరితములు అయెను (23).

బ్రహ్మదేవుడు సారథియై కళ్లెములను పట్టు కొనెను. బ్రహ్మ అధిష్టాన దేవతగా గల ఓంకారము ఆ బ్రహ్మకు చేతి కొరడా ఆయెను (24). ఆకారము పెద్ద గొడుగు ఆయెను. మందర పర్వతము ప్రక్కన ఉండే నిలువు కమ్మీ ఆయెను. హిమవంతుడు శివునకు ధనస్సు కాగా, నాగరాజగు శేషుడు దాని నారిత్రాడు ఆయెను (25). వేదస్వరూపిణి యగు సరస్వతీ దేవి ఆ ధనస్సునకు గంట ఆయెను. మహాతేజశ్శాలి యగు విష్ణువు బాణము కాగా, అగ్ని ఆ బాణము యొక్క వాడి మొన ఆయెనని మహర్షులు చెప్పిరి (26). ఓ మహర్షీ! నాల్గు వేదములు ఆ రథమునకు నాల్గు గుర్రములు ఆయెను. మిగిలియున్న నక్షత్రాది తేజః పిండములు ఆ గుర్రములకు ఆబరణములాయెను (27). విషము నుండి పుట్టిన పదార్థములు సేన కాగా, వాయువులు వాద్యగాళ్లు ఆయెను. వ్యాసాది మహర్షులు ఆ గుర్రములకు సంరక్షకులుగా నుండిరి (28). ఓ మహర్షీ! ఇన్ని మాటలేల? కొద్ది మాటలలో చెప్పెదను. బ్రహ్మాండములో నుండే సర్వవస్తువులు ఆ రథము నందు ఉండెనని చెప్పెదరు (29). ఇట్లు బుద్ధిమంతుడగు ఆ విశ్వకర్మ బ్రహ్మ విష్ణువుల యాజ్ఞచే శుభకరమగు ఆ రథమును చక్కగా నిర్మించెను (30).

శ్రీ శివమహాపురాణములోని రుద్రసంహితయందు యుద్ధఖండలో రథ నిర్మాణ వర్ణనమనే ఎనిమిదవ అధ్యాయము ముగిసినది (8).

సశేషం....

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🌹 SRI SIVA MAHA PURANA - 723🌹 ✍️ J.L. SHASTRI, 📚. Prasad Bharadwaj 🌴 Rudra-saṃhitā (4): Yuddha-khaṇḍa - CHAPTER 08 🌴 🌻 The detailed description of the chariot etc. - 3 🌻

22. The Lokāloka mountain[3] formed its side steps. The lake mānasa etc. constituted its brilliant outer and oblique steps.

23. The Varṣa mountains constituted the cords and chains all round the chariot. All the residents of the region Tala constituted the bottem surface of the chariot.

24. Lord Brahmā was the charioteer, the gods were holders of the bridle. Praṇava the Vedic divinity constituted the long whip of Brahma.

25. The syllable A constituted the great umbrella, Mandara the side staff. The lord of mountains became his bow and the lord of serpents the bowstring.

26. Goddess Sarasvatī in the form of the Vedas constituted the bells of the bow. The brilliant Viṣṇu became the arrow and Agni the spear-head.

27. O sage, the four Vedas are said to be his horses. The remaining planets became their embellishments.

28. His army came up from water. The winds were his feathers, wings etc. Vyāsa and other sages were the drivers of the vehicle.

29. O great sage, why should I dilate. I shall succinctly say. Everything in the world found a place in the chariot.

30. At the bidding of Brahmā and Viṣṇu the chariot and its adjuncts were created bythe intelligent Viśvakarman.[4]

Continues....

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Romeo and Juliet with grunge ~ Part 1

This is the first thing I have written on here and I do plan on uploading more chapters. If I do write any more for this I will be leaning more into the fluffy dark comedy(?) genre so any feedback is appreciated. 

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Part 1

Betty breathed in as she stepped outside for the first time that morning. The air was unusually warm for November, however an icy chill struck her as a gust of wind swept through the trees. She headed back inside to get her coat, finding her mother and father talking in hushed tones by the stair. They sprung apart as soon as they saw betty observing them.

“Everything ok honey?” Alice asked, her Stepford smile faltering slightly under Betty’s icy stare.

“Just came to get my coat” she brushed off her mother’s attempts to help her and ruched out of the door and onto the familiar road to Riverdale High.

Everything had changed in the Cooper household when Betty’s sister Polly had gotten pregnant and fled the small town of Riverdale to raise her baby with her boyfriend Jason. Betty hadn’t been aware anything was wrong until she came home from vixen practise 6 months ago to find her mother and father sat round the kitchen counter. They explained Polly’s ‘less than ideal’ situation. The shame of a baby born to unwed parents was too much for them. They had given Polly ultimatum, either she gave the baby up for adoption, or leave town.

Betty had cried more than she thought she ever could that night, the tears just wouldn’t stop. She had always admired Jason and Polly’s relationship. Polly had had a crush on Jason for years, but she knew being with him could only be a pipe dream. However, when Jason had asked her on a date to pops a year ago, she was ecstatic. Hal and Alice, although, did not approve. They forbade her to go anywhere near him or that family, but Polly didn’t care.

She’d spent hours getting ready, convinced this was the night she and Jason would confess their love for each other. She had snuck out of her window and returned in the early hours of the morning and snuck into Bettys room to tell her about the dreamy boy who had confessed his love to her that night. They had spent all that night chatting and planning for the future, a future neither realised would be coming true for Polly, sooner rather than later.

She hadn’t spoken to Polly in a while, their only means of communication were email drafts in a shared account Polly had set up so they could still talk, against their mothers misguided wishes. It was revealed a few months back that she was having twins, this and their impeding due date meant the young couple were rushed off her feet trying to get everything in order with the money Jason had saved before the Blossoms cut him off. The last message she had received Polly had invited her to come up to Ohio and stay with them. Away from “the evil clutches of Alice Cooper” was how she had phrased it. Home may be hell but there were other factors to consider. She was a senior with a 4.0 GPA to maintain, as well as her amazing friendships, old and some new. She couldn’t leave them all behind, so she had politely declined. It had ruffled Polly’s feathers a bit, something Betty chalked up to hormones, hence her lack of reply but betty knew she’d get over it soon enough.

Betty rounded a corner just as she heard somebody shout her name. She whipped her head around to see Archie Andrews waving at her from a few feet away. She smiled, only slightly forced as he approached. Archie had been her next-door neighbour since before she could remember, they had grown up together with Kevin Keller, the sheriff’s son, as the three musketeers.  They had been inseparable as kids, something Archie still hung on to, much to Betty and Kevin’s dismay. While they loved their friend, he could be a bit clingy and was yet to grow out of his childhood crush on Betty. Something he wasn’t the subtlest about. Betty always laughed off his advances, and when she did he would move onto the next girl falling over themselves at his muscles, but he could never seem to shake those feelings he’s held onto for so long.

“What’s up Coop” he said, swinging his arm over Bettys shoulders “I didn’t see you this weekend”

She chuckled and carefully removed his arm “Hey Arch, sorry I was busy”

“You’re always busy nowadays. We hardly see you anymore”

“I’m meeting you guys at Pop’s tonight, you’re coming right” she said as they walked through the gates

“Of course, it wouldn’t be right if I wasn’t there” Archie laughed as they walked through the lot. His eyes drifting to a group over by the motorcycle bay. “That Southsider’s looking at you again Betts”

Bettys eyes drifted to where Archie was staring down a dark, brooding looking boy. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he retrieved a lighter from the leather jacket that hung across his shoulders, boasting the infamous South Side Serpents logo.  She locked eyes with him and he smiled at her. She stifled a blush and looked back towards the doors. “pay him no mind Arch. Come on I need to speak to Veronica about practice tonight.”

Archie reluctantly tore his eyes away from the boy after giving him a disgusted look and followed Betty inside.

***

“What you staring at Jones” Sweet pea smirked, glancing at Jughead, “In another stare down with that Northside jock I see.

“He’s a clueless dickhead, not unlike most of the jocks here” Toni pipes up from his shoulder “He’s lost so many brain cells he doesn’t even see that that chick he’s always with isn’t interested. Just stares at her with puppy dog eyes, it’s quite depressing actually”

“Well, I feel bad for her. Putting up with men is hard work” Sweet pea interjects

“I wonder if she’ll give me a go” Toni says, “If there wasn’t that stupid rule I might actually go there”

“Rules be rules Toni” Jughead took a puff from his smoke before continuing “we all agreed before we came to this school we weren’t going to touch the Northsider’s. We want no strings attached for when we have to go back to Southside High. It’s not like a Serpents true love would be a Northsider anyway”

Sweet pea saluted him as Toni huffed “Too good to be true anyway, but you’ve got to kiss a few princesses before you find your true love. My luck I’ll end up with a frog”

“Yes, you have to kiss a few but you don’t have to bang them as well Toni” Jughead laughed at Sweet peas remark as Toni smirked.

“Personal preference. I like to make sure they’re not the one before I let them go”

Yeah, yeah” Jughead laughed as he stubbed out his cigarette and stood up “See you guys at the Wyrm tonight”

“Sure thing” Sweet pea said as Jughead skulked off towards Riverdale highs doors

***

“I’m sorry Kev, but no” Betty said as they walked out of English towards the cafeteria.

“Please please pleaseeee Betts. It’s my fault we broke up this time so it’s my responsibility to fix it! I need your help”

Betty rolled her eyes. She had just been informed of her best friends frankly insane idea to get his on again off again boyfriend, Moose, back after their breakup this weekend.

“Has it occurred to you Kev that you and Moose may not be that healthy as a couple. I mean this is at least breakup number 8 and that’s only the ones I hear about. I don’t like you getting hurt again and again”

“I hear your concern and believe me I understand but it was all my fault this time!” He took a deep breath and looked at the floor “Joaquin was back in town for a few days visiting him Grandmother and like the stupid romantic I am I kissed him at the game after party at the Whyte Wyrm. Of course, Moose saw, and I have been working my but off to make it up to him, but nothing works.” He collapsed onto a chair at their usual table, head in his hands.

“Is he still trying to rope you into his stupid plan to get moose back” Veronica asked as she sat gracefully next to Kevin. “Come on Hun, its time to move on and try someone new”

“Coming from veronica lodge who had been in love with a certain ginger since she came here and won’t act on her feeling cause she’s too afraid” Kevin taunted, sitting up to face the fuming raven haired goddess.

“You know full well why I can’t do that, if you liked them you would be scared too!” she whisper shouted “and… oh shit, they’re coming this way”

Their table of 3 turned around to see Cheryl Blossom strutting towards them. Her usual red lipstick was replaced by a dark plum as she seated herself opposite Veronica

“Afternoon, outcasts.” She sounded monotone as she leant forward and stole a grape from veronicas plate “How are we all doing this fine winters day”

“I was fine Cherry, until Satan in Louboutin’s stole my food that is.” Veronica fired back, looking pleased with herself.

“Enough pleasantries, I like to limit my time at this table to 2 minutes, should it affect my reputation. So, I’ll get straight to the point. Vixens practice will run late today so better inform that criminal daddy of yours and tell him not to send the limo till 7” she stood up and brushed off her skirt “That’s all”

“Always a pleasure, Cheryl” Kevin said as she walked away. “I swear that girl has an ego bigger than Reggie’s, I don’t know what you see in her V”

“Oh, bad girls are the best kind of girl, a lot more intriguing to unravel” Veronica winked at Kevin ad the turned to Betty “No offence B, I’m sure some guys love a good girl too”

“How do you know I’m not a bad girl.” Betty said, looking down at her salad “I could be naughty, a risk taker”

Veronica and Kevin looked at each other then back to Betty as Archie sat down “It will be a cold day in hell when betty cooper does something daring” he said, “No offence Betts but you don’t submit a paper until you’ve done at least 3 drafts, it’s part of your endearment”

Betty stood up and grabbed her bag “On that supportive note, I have an article to finish. I’ll see you all at Pop’s later”

Betty walked purposefully away as Archie watched, looking confused “Was it something I said?”

“Oh Archiekins, how anyone finds you charming is beyond me” Veronica said packing up her lunch and beginning to follow far behind betty “I wish your next hook up good luck!”

Archie looked towards Kevin, disgruntled “Just the lads today then Kev”

“Just the way I like it” Kevin said, a mischievous glint in his eye.

***

Jughead walked through the unfamiliar halls of Riverdale High. It had been just over two weeks since Southside high was victim of an arson attack, culprit not caught yet. They had been moved to Riverdale high affective immediately and after a few first week jitters (such as fights between jocks and serpents) they were all settled in. Jughead was only certain of the location of one room, the ‘Blue and Gold’. He had been taken on as a writer as soon as his English teacher realised his talent that had gone unrecognised at Southside high.

He found the door unlocked and sat in his usual corner, laptop open on his lap as he tried to finish an article on how the Southsider’s had been settling in in this unfamiliar environment when the door opened.

***

Betty stood in the doorway of the blue and gold office to find the only other member huddled in the corner. She nodded at Jughead before closing the door, sitting at her desk and taking out her laptop to finish some work on her latest article.

A few minutes passed in relative silence before Jughead looked up from his laptop and said “Look this is ridiculous. It’s been a while, I’m pretty sure none of you friends are about to burst in and- “

Before he could finish, he was cut off by Bettys lips on his in a passionate kiss. He stands up to meet her, pressing his body against her and he can instantly feel all the tension in his and hers bodies melt away. His hand slides under her pastel sweater, his hand wrapping around her back as he brought her as close as he could, breathing her in.

One year ago, if somebody told him he would have found the love of his life, a Northside princess, and that he would be here with her right now, the happiest he’s ever been, he would have thought you were insane. But here he was. They had met 11 months ago when his sister, Jellybean’s, teacher had said she was falling behind on her English Lit and if the 14-year-old didn’t pick up her grades her GPA would begin to fall. When he enlisted the help of a tutor from the Northside he didn’t expect somebody as seemingly perfect as betty cooper to turn up on his doorstep, and, truth be told, he despised her at first. She was too perfect, too pure, too everything he wasn’t, and it pissed him off. He told her as much for at her first month, them both falling into a mutual hatred. That was until the day she turned up at the trailer, late, eyes blotchy from crying and hand dripping blood. He sent Jelly off to give Hot Dog a walk while he comforted her. She told him about her overbearing, abusive mother, her weak father who never stood up for her and her party girl sister who was never there to defend her. At that time, she had just been shouted out of the house by Alice Cooper for refusing to take her unnecessary ADHD medication. For the first time, he looked at her. Really looked at her, and suddenly he realised. She wasn’t the perfect Northside princess he thought she was. She was a brave fighter, battling daily in her own home. Trying not to drown under expectation but this very moment she had finally been broken. He then realised, they were the same. He told her of his past. How his mother left him when he was 7 and Jelly was 4. How their father turned to gangs and alcohol to drown out the pain. How he was living in the flat above the Whyte Wyrm till he was sober enough to take care of his two kids who now lived alone at the old trailer, practically orphans. She clutched his hands when he had finished telling her, tears in her eyes, telling him it would all work out I the end. That was when he broke down in her arms as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear until he was fit enough to tend to her injuries.

She apologised repeatedly for going to him and not her friends as he cleaned her palms and bandaged them up in the old bathroom in his trailer. But he was glad she did and told her so. He had invited her to stay there for the night on the couch, an offer she agreed to almost immediately, making him chuckle. All these memories were rather hazy, but it’s what happened that night, after Jellybean had gone to bed, that he would never forget.

***

They both sat on the old beaten up couch. It had been a fun night after Jellybean had come home from the walk. They had raided the cupboards and found assorted snacks to tide them over while Jughead ordered a pizza. The girls talked all things engine (most of the jargon going right over Jughead’s head) they played poker with assorted chocolates which jellybean worryingly won. It was now around 10pm and Jughead and Betty were currently setting up a movie on his laptop.

“Ok, we’ve got Rear view window or Rebel without a cause. Take your pick and be warned I will judge you very harshly.”

“They are both cinematic masterpieces, but I have to say I’m a sucker for James dean.” Betty smirked as Jughead nodded in agreement.

“Rebel without a cause it is then”

As the title screen began to play, Betty shuffled from her position at the end of the couch, closer to the screen on Jughead’s lap.

“You can come closer Bets. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t bite” Jughead smirked as Betty rolled her eyes and pressed her body up against his side, his arm moving around her shoulders. He gulped at her proximity, he could feel her breathing under him and it gave him a weird feeling in his stomach, “Better?” He asked

She nodded, looking up at him, their faces inches apart. “Thank you Jughead, nobody’s ever done so much for me without an ulterior motive before, it’s a welcome change”

He was upset shed been treated so badly, she was so kind and gentle “You deserve the world Betty, even if other don’t see it, I do now. I’m sorry I was a douchebag before, can you find it in that full heart of yours to forgive me?” he pleaded

She looked at his eyes then her gaze flicked down to his lips, he felt this otherworldly force pulling them together as she moved in and kissed him. Lips on lips. It was slow and steady and unsure but also magical. He felt fireworks and when she pulled away, he leaned in for more and she accepted it gratefully. He abandoned the laptop, still playing, on the coffee table as she pushed him down on the sofa and kissed him, both wanting more, feelings of want they had disguised as hate over the past month all came to a head as she went to pull her shirt over her head.

He stopped her, placing his hands over hers “Not tonight, there will be plenty of time for that another time, that’s if you’ll have me?”

She giggles and nods as they both just stare into each other’s eyes, seeing the other so clearly for the first time.

“We forgot about the film” She whispered against his lips a few minutes later

“You know what? Fuck the film” He said, sitting up and closing the lid to the laptop. Betty was still straddling is lap so he picked her up and began walking with her in the direction of his room as she squealed.

“Oh god, he was going to fall hard for this girl” was the only thought in his mind at that moment. He wasn’t wrong either.

***

She pulled away for air after a few minutes and looked up into his deep blue eyes.

“I missed you Juggie” She whispered, hands playing with his hair, his beanie having fallen off earlier.

“We spent the whole weekend together Bets, don’t you remember. I’d be happy to remind you if you don’t…” He ran his hand back down from its place on her lower back and moved it to pinch her waist. She giggled at the action but pushed him away.

“There’s nothing I’d like more Jug, but I have vixen practice and if we don’t want Ronnie storming in here in 20 minutes and blowing the cover we’ve done so well to maintain, I suggest we leave it there Romeo” she blew him a kiss as she packed up her bag and walked up to the door “I love you Jug”

“I love you too Bets, so fucking much” He walked up to her and kissed her cheek. “Have a good practise, I’ll see you tonight”

With that he winked, and she left, keeping a straight face in case anybody took notice of her unusually good mood. No one had so far. They had been dating for 10 months and nobody had suspected a thing. Covert make out sessions under the bleachers and in the blue and gold were daily. They also spent at least 3 nights together every week. Either he snuck through her window or, when her parents were out visiting Polly (a weekly occurrence), she would sleep at the trailer. As great as it all was, mornings at the trailer were the best. J.B was the only person who knew about their relationship, so they were able to lay on the PDA, much to her teenage disgust. They’d lay around watching movies, eating whatever betty made that morning and they were always in a great mood thanks to last nights ‘activities’. She loved her life with Jughead, she still had the stuff at home and the mounting pressure at school wasn’t helping, but when she felt her lowest, he would always pick her back up.

But she was tired. Not just tired, exhausted with keeping it all a secret. She needed to let the world know she was in love. But now, they weren’t allowed to be together. It was Jughead’s estranged dad who enforced the rule as leader that no serpent was to get involved with a Northsider when the schools merged. It was a smart move, however very unhelpful to her. She and Jughead had already been involved, months and months of being emotionally and intimately involved. They were in love, and she was sick of hiding it like a dirty little secret. It was time to tell someone.

~ tbc ~

[the-wanderer-2022]

Master list

Feather Serpent Goddess (Dark Namor x Reader)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8