#sarah is frozen because how can she be losing another member of her family

[sarah-cam]

"he was the best friend we ever had"

[thewritingstar]

Beautiful Revelations

Pairing: Gruvia (I know its been a hot ass min)

Fandom: Fairy Tail 

tags: @shellielyzabeth @be-dazzled @nostalgicxslumber @unvalley @tigerfire54

Note: It has happened. I have written 200 fanfics and idk if I should be proud or slightly scared. (feel free to skip this omg why is it so long) 

I want to say thank you to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged or interacted with me in any way. I have always had a feeling that no matter what I write, I wouldn’t matter. But every comment and sweet note left made me realize that even if its just a smile or enough to make someone hit the like button, I made a small difference or added something to the fandom. Most of my fics are quick drabbles full of spelling mistakes, random thoughts and love for the characters. I know I don’t write very long stories or finish my wips (why are we surprised) but even though Im not someone people look to as a big author, each of you have made me feel special. There have been many times, this year especially that I had decided to give up writing. “Im not good enough and no one will even notice” Thats what I told myself if I decided to just back away. But every so often I would look and see that someone new or old had read my work. Every time someone reads something I wrote, I go back and read it too. I look at all the tags and see every comment and I stop and smile and remember how much joy it brought me when I first posted. 

When I first started writing, I thought that I wouldn’t have a place. Yet in a very short span of time, I was welcomed with open arms and people started to tune in regularly for my fics. I had been given many nicknames such as Gruvia goddess, angst queen, satan (yes I know the fic0 and well even Star. 

During my darkest moments, my mind lingered to my writing and to my internet friends. without hesitation I could message someone and feel better and be given the reassure I need. I can't even begin to say how much it means to me that people actually enjoy my writing and even me as a person. 

I thank each of you for giving me a joy that was considered a luxury at one point and allowing me to write whatever I wanted and you took it with love and made me happier than I have been in years. To all the people who made art or wrote me something, it means so much to me. 

Im not saying that this fic is my greatest but I think it has a special place because It shows the growth over time. 200 fics is a lot and whether or not they were all good, it doesn't matter because I did that and I can say that im proud. Im sorry for all that sappy shit but I wouldn't be where I am without you all. 

-Star <3 

ps: im not dying or stop writing fics im just happy lol 

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  “There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a               heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”

― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

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It was the nights like these that she hated most. The cold would creep through the blankets and make her shiver as her eyelids hung heavy. She could be ready to rest, let the sweet dreams guide her but instead those dark intrusive thoughts toyed with her like a fly on a freshly woven web. They would sprout out of nowhere, tangled with thorns and hold her mind hostage as it injected its sickly venomized thoughts for the night.

She always wondered how she got this far. She was one of the highest members of Phantom Lord, her abilities had rarely been matched. If she desperately craved, she could walk down the hallways and strike fear into the other members, no one could touch her. Hierarchies became a custom here. Once you made it to the top after clawing your way with blood, sweat and probably more blood, you were a god. Yet she walked in and in the next few minutes she was at the table with the master, already receiving a promise that she was special, a delicate and useful ally for the guild.

Special. What a swollen lie that turned out to be.

Maybe that's why she never bothered to search for a light, something to cure the rain. For every life she had bruised or ended, she wanted to feel the pain that followed. She needed to know the consequence of her actions, to be held accountable for ruining another family or taking something from the innocent. Instead she was celebrated.

The days turned to months and she found herself years later not knowing what anything meant anymore. Life used to be black and white. She would walk the side of the kind and good and now she was treading through a swarm of a morally gray compound.

These restless nights, she loathed them but then again, suffering was something that came naturally to her. The only person to ever knock her down was herself.

She climbed out of bed, fuzzy slippers over her feet as she walked to the bathroom. Her headache had worsened and she stared into the mirror. She had looked at herself a thousand times but… have her eyes always been that blue? No, she was tired and her vision was fuzzy, she was fine. Cold water came to her hands as she turned on the facet and splashed her face. Everything was the same as it always was. Expect for today.

Her order was simple. Defeat whoever stood in her way and make sure the Phantom Lord got Lucy Heratfilia. Why did they want some mage? She didn’t know but she was never one to second guess her orders. To go against what she was told was a waste of time, she would have been dead by the end of the day if she did. She had once believed that they accepted her with open arms, that Phantom Lord truly cared about her well being. It was a lie. A bitter sweet lie she allowed to remain in her head.

Hundreds of opponents had come before her. She was accustomed to the way of a battle and had harnessed her skill at a young age. The pure power of the rain pushed her further. She had an unlimited amount of power around her, unlike others, they would run out of fuel. She began to crave that god-like power. Allow the storm to rage on, all she had was herself and the droplets that followed. She understood she was an outcast. Love was never an option, not for someone who brought gloom everywhere.

But this afternoon, fate was a funny thing. She walked onto that rooftop, winning was the only thing on her mind, but he was there. A man who didn’t back down, a man who saw her as an equal.

Her heart began to race. It was forgien and she wasn’t sure if she liked it. She had felt attraction before but this, this was different. Something as small as a single glance had already spun her mind into a muddled mess. It would have been better if she turned around, if he didn’t engage in the fight. Then maybe she wouldn’t be thinking of him like this.

Love at first sight. That wasn’t real. No one could possibly have that happen. What could drive someone's emotion so wild that they become attached to a person in such a short time? And yet it happened. He stood there waiting for the next move and she could only gaze at him with rose colored glasses.

An enemy. A traitor. That's what she would be if she dared to let him escape. She couldn’t hestatite, she never did and now she was frozen in her spot as ice magic danced around her. Peoples magic and abilities never intrigued her, but this, this was beyond anything she had seen.

The light reflecting off of the ice as her droplets froze before her eyes was breathtaking and she hardly noticed that she was losing the battle. She never thought rain could look, dare she say, beautiful? But in this state of its frozen glory, it was all she could think about. She envied those who never had to stay in the rain, a jealousy she didn’t want to admit had festered over the years and she gave up trying to despise the element. But before her was something much more than the state she was accustomed to. Ice. The solid purity of her own and she had wondered what it would be like to hold it in her hands.

She had water locked him, pulled out all of the stops and even with that, he stood again and again. He had screamed that the water was boiling, burning his skin but never before had the water gone above warm. It was usually ice cold on the tipping point of freezing but she could feel the warmth surrounding her.

It shocked her just the same. She had heard people talk about feeling the sun kiss their skin, the warmth spreading as they walked, this was the closest she had felt to that. This warm rush of water was beyond what she had known and yet even as it tinged her hands it felt good, it felt freeing, it felt right.

It burned in a way she had craved for so long. Something other than the fridgeness she had grown used too.

She stared at her reflection in her mirror, tears brimming her eyes. How could one person she just met bring her something she had never felt before? She shut the light out in the bathroom and walked back to her bed, passing her window, she stopped and turned.

Above in the sky was the moon. A soft white glow surrounded the orb that she had never seen before. It was breathtaking. A cosmic power the normal people of the world didn’t dare to worship now became a luxury. The sky was clear and she could see the stars, she could sense them all. How could she have lived her entire life never once seeing the moon and the sun? She had been cursed to live in the rain forever.

But he-he made it stop.

When he grabbed her arm, it was like time had stopped. As if everything she had ever known was washed away and all she could see was a bright light encasing him. She was content knowing her death was coming, there was hardly a reason for her to live. Perhaps she wasn't even living, just surviving day after gloomy day.

He pulled her to safety, her back against the roof as she panted heavily. Those clouds above her moved like a curtain for a show, parting just so that she could see the enchanting mystery she had always craved.  

She had never known a blue sky till then. The brightness was almost unbearable as she stared into a sky she had never known. So many emotions flooded her head but it was clear as those ice crystals that her heart was beating for him. She was his enemy, they made that clear from the start but he hadn’t hesitated to save her. He showed a mercy she had never come across.

Another tear fell as she sat on her bed.

“He saved Juvia.” She whispered to herself. A horrific thought came to her. Would she have saved him? She didn’t want to know the outcome because deep down she believed she was good. Beneath the surface of unremosle power, there was that scared little girl who never had anyone to care for her.

The amount of days she sat in that orphanage alone sewing her dolls and praying that the rain stopped one way or another, it was as if she couldn’t remember it. He had done the impossible. He showed her the sky she hadn’t seen. He had shown her kindness.

A thought came to mind as she stood and packed her things. No more would she be known as “the rain woman”. No more would gloom be her only trait. She was determined to find something much more appealing than those bowing by fear. She wanted love. She wanted that warmth of the water constantly and the feeling of the sun on her skin. She understood it now. There was a power strong than her, stronger than any wizard that surrounded the other guild.

She had vowed to be done with love. Promised herself that no man could hurt her again. She was trembling at the thought of being vulnerable once more. The only time she felt warmth was the scorching burn of a fiery rejection and words that burned like lava. It was too much for someone to handle. So she pushed it down, locked the key and threw it as far as she could. The temptation though. The idea of letting her guard down for someone, someone she barely knew? How she fantasized of that moment. She had once believed that someone of her past had done that, but they were all the same. Ashamed of the rain, the rain she caused, the pain she brought.

And after their fight when she collected herself and tried to run back towards her guild, he stopped her.

“For what it's worth I think you’re an incredible wizard. You may not want to believe that your guild is dark and bad but, Fairy Tail is always open.” He had said it with such sincerity that she wasn’t sure if it were true.

“Juvia thinks your magic is just as powerful.” She had said before he gave her a smile and turned away to go back to his other guild mates.

And here she stood, a suitcases packed in the night and a note left on the desk. This guild didn’t deserve any words. Not when they feasted on her ability. Harvested those negative emotions and almost made her fall into the deep end.

She knew what they would say. They would call her a coward. A traitor and a worthless wizard, at first it was enough to stop her. Make her stay and perhaps bring back the clouds. However what he said stuck in her mind.

“I would rather die fighting than let your guild have Lucy! She is one of us and we don’t leave anyone behind.”

Without hesitation he made it clear that every member of the guild was valued no matter how long they had been there, they were a family. If something like that would have happened, if she were threatened, her guild would let her die without a second thought.

Never again would she allow someone to have a hold over her. She spent too many years sheltered by pain and deviation to go on like that.

She grabbed her bag and closed her door.

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Juvia stood in front of the door. The morning would be better to do this but it was beyond dark outside and she didn’t want her intrusive thoughts pulling her back to her old guild. Softly she knocked, maybe hoping that he wouldn’t hear it and force her back to the isolation of fear.

The open clicked open and her eyes widened slightly as a sleepy Gray leaned against the door frame, shirtless and rubbing his eyes.

“Juvia?” He blinked and watched as her cheek puffed out in red. He looked down to see that he was only in his underwear and let out a yelp as he grabbed a blanket off the chair. “What are you doing here?”

“Um Juvia thought.” She paused and looked towards the ground. “Actually Juvia apologies for disturbing you.” Her back was to him and she began to walk away.

“Wait!” His hand caught hers and he pulled slightly. A jolt of warmth spread through her, burning her like a thousand suns as well as the chill of ice from his own temperature. She looked back at him, eyes wide and lips parted. “Juvia, please just tell me.”

“Such kindness.” She whispered to herself. Her heart rate sped up just like it did earlier and she swallowed a breath. “Juvia was wondering…why did you save her?”

His hand dropped her as if he were shocked that she would dare question his action.

“I wasn’t going to let you die. Enemies or not, I don’t think you deserved that fate. I don’t believe that you are this evil person your guild made you out to be. To be honest when you fell, you look like you didn’t care what happened and I guess I saw myself in you.”

“You saved Juvia because you know what it's like?”

“To feel lost and hopeless I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Sometimes it's hard thinking you deserve to live, that it would be better to harbor all the pain of your past. I don’t know everything about you but that look in your eyes. I couldn’t let you go knowing that there was a brighter future ahead.”

A tear dripped from her eye. Her smile was soft as hugged her arms to her body. “You knew Juvia would join the guild.”

“Well I wouldn’t say I knew, but I was hoping that you would. If you still want to, that is.”

“Juvia would be honored.” She bowed respectfully towards him.

Gray smiled and bowed back. His eyes faced the sky looking towards the moon. “Have you ever seen it?”

“Tonight would be the first. Juvia thinks the stars are remarkable.”

“Lucy knows alot about them, I think you two would be good friends.”

Juvia shook her head as regret twisted in her stomach. “Juvia accepts your kindness and compassion but she doesn’t know if the rest will. Juvia was her rival, she understands if everyone doesn’t see her as a friend.” She frowned slightly.

A laugh came from the ice mage's mouth. “That's the thing about Fairy Tail, no matter where you come from or what your past may have held, there's always going to be a friend waiting.”

Juvia nodded. “Thank you Gray. Juvia will talk to your guild master tomorrow.”

“Like I said before. You’re an incredible wizard, you’ll be just fine.” He winked.

“Have a nice night.”

“You too.”

She watched as he entered his house before turning around and walking towards her hotel. Her shoulders felt lighter and she held her head high for the first time. This was her step in the right direction, this was where her new life began.

Time had slowed and allowed her to pause. A beautiful revelation she never knew could exist came to mind as she just realized that she was in love.

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She looked down at her leg in the mirror. The voices behind her had faded to the background as she became entranced with the mark of Fairy Tail.

“The blue suits you.” She turned to see Gray standing there with a smile as he was focused on her guild mark.

To say that she was grateful was an understatement. Her mask she wore like a crown had shattered. It unravels in his hands as the months went on and all that was left was the person she wanted to be. She could finally let go of her ghosts, her darkness and begin to forgive herself.  

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“What do you think?” He asked her as the white sky fell with snow.

Gray had told her of a special spot he used to go to when the first snow came. Past the forest was a clearing of grassy hills that would soon become a winter wonderland. Laid out on one of the hills was a blanket and a few lanterns.

She held her hand out and felt the tiny snowflakes collect on her hand. He sat behind her, one arm snaked around her waist while the other hand rose above hers and created a small flurry of snowflakes.

“Breathtaking.” She gushed. This was the first time she had seen snow fall. Her eyes followed the ice magic as it formed a heart and blew into the sky joining the other flurries. She turned so she could meet his eyes and his normal content face was replaced with a smile.

He leaned forward until their noses touched briefly. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He said and she only had a moment to process his words as his lips landed on hers and her eyes fluttered close.

Her hand went to his cheek as she leaned towards him, her energy matching his and all she could hear was the thumping of her heart. She would be embarrassed to say that she might have dreamt of this moment a little too much but it didn’t matter now. All she knew was that her beloved felt the same.

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For once she was happy to hear a cry. That little whimper bubbling from the baby's mouth, her baby, she was in disbelief. Perfection was a rarity. No one was perfect, but the being with a tuft of dark blue hair and grey eyes would beg to differ. A child was never in her future. The thought came up randomly but the idea of raising a family wasn’t even a question.

During her missions in her old guild, she would walk past a family. She would see happy faces on everyone and would only be filled with envy and hatred. Disgusting was what it was. How could you love someone else when there was no love for you?

But times change. She would see others holding their child's hand and feel a warmth in her heart at how the children beamed up at their parents. She could sense the love all around them and would smile herself, hoping that it might become a reality for herself.

She would wake in the middle of the night, not from her demons but for her new reason to live. He would babble and tug at the locks of her hair and giggle when water magic danced before his young eyes.

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It was nights like these that loved the most. The soft rays of moonlight casting shadows through her window as silk sheets wrapped around her bare form. She used to spend nights alone, only her pillow to catch her tears and now delicate fingers trail her backside as she listens to the thumping of his heart. His chest rises and falls as her own follows the rhythm. Her eyes flutter close as her tiredness grows untils it's interrupted by a cool press of lips under her ear.

A peaceful sigh leaves her lips as she tilts her head up to meet dark eyes gazing at her. Flushed cheeks was something she wore often and she lifted off of him to move further up and meet his lips with hers. He pulls her back to him, hating the emptiness between them and adores the way she shivers when his thumb traces her guild mark.

Their love was honest and raw. She had learned that nights like those in the past would haunt him as well. They would keep him up and plague his thoughts with images of death and destruction. But now, they lingered in the shadows, always there but something brighter and beautiful guarded them to peace and she focused on the way he breathed her name then the tears that dropped.

There was an overwhelming amount of happiness that she had gathered after all the years she spent in Fairy Tail. She found friendship and family bonds. Love in all forms that she cherished deeply. Her powers were seen as a gift to help others and lend a hand, not twisted into medled lies that she had spent so long untangling.

Her lips pulled from his slowly and their breaths settled between them. When she looked at Gray she found something more. She had freedom and rebirth. Forgiveness and lust wrapped into something more than love. Their bond was stronger than she could have ever dreamed and when he left kisses over her skin she wanted nothing more in life than to stay frozen in this moment.

He did the impossible. He opened a door, shined a light through her darkness and allowed her to accept the fact that she did deserve to live. She could cherish moments and keep them as her own without the threat of corruption. Her life was now her own to command and she did it with such grace and beauty that Gray couldn’t imagine her being any different. 

“I love you.” He promised and there was no doubt in her mind that he meant it.

“I love you too.” She responded.

The beautiful truth was that she was finally at peace and loved herself. 

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I hope that you all enjoyed and thank you for being so lovely <3

[homebody-nobody]

you wanna play with fire (stick and poke tattoo)

Jax did you actually write a whole nother fic?? Why yes, dear reader, I did. This is porn, blame @hvitstark​ and @aarchiess​ and the rest of the jiara gc for filling up the Sin Bin with inspiration every day. PLEASE interact with this post I work really hard on these fics and seeing them get like ~30 notes and then dying drains my soul.  ------------------------ ao3 -------------------------

‘Come home on time or don’t bother coming home at all!’

Her mother’s words echo in her ears as Kiara stomps away from the house in the late-summer heat. Tears well and sting in her eyes and she wipes them away, refusing to let them fall. She doesn’t understand why her parents don’t get it. Her dad grew up in the Cut. Her mom fell in love there, had Kie there, got married there. She belongs there, so much more than on Figure Eight or anywhere else in kooklandia. There’s an honesty to the Cut that evaporates the closer you get to the country clubs and McMansions on the other side of the island. Her heart feels open there, loved and loving. What happened, to make her parents forget all that? Is money really that important, that corrupting and all-consuming, that they would forget what loyalty feels like? What family is? 

JJ’s sitting on the porch when she gets to the Chateau, a paperback folded in half in his left hand and a soda dangling from his right. He stands up when he sees her. “Hey,” he says. He’s wearing one of his absurd cutoffs, cargo shorts slung low and no shoes. There’s a cigarette tucked behind his ear and his hair is a ruffled mess, like he’s had his hands in it, thinking too hard. He looks like some ridiculous parody of a vagabond, every bad boy the after-school specials always warned her about. 

Taking a deep breath, she nods to the book in his hand. “I didn’t know you could read,” she says. It’s easier to make fun then show the way her heart opens and bleeds at the sight of him. 

He smiles, lopsided and quiet. “Good to see you, too.” 

She mounts the stairs to the porch without asking, even though with every step she takes closer to him, she’s less sure of how to act. They haven’t talked since the night John B died, since the last time she was here. They had sex, the night the Phantom went down. It was fast and messy and a little awkward, because she was still Kie and he was still JJ, and fucking your best friend for the first time is never easy, now matter how long you’ve been waiting to do it. 

It’s barely been a week, but it feels like longer, and since she got home that next morning, her parents have been tiptoeing around her, waiting for something to break. It was the simplest thing, really, Kie wondering aloud about JJ, about how he was doing and how she might help him pay off his restitution. (Now that Plan A has spiraled down to Plan L and that failed, besides.) It was her mother and her thinly-veiled scoff, the way it tugged at Kie like calloused skin on fresh sheets. It was Kie mentioning dipping into her college fund to help him, and her parents promptly flying off the handle. 

And then, the threat of boarding school, of taking her away from everything she knows and everything she loves, shutting her up in the mountains like some hysterical family member in a victorian asylum, sending her to some institution claiming to be a high school but is basically a finishing school prepping spoiled debutantes for husband-hunting at the ivies. She won’t be one of those girls. 

JJ greets her with the usual handshake, and when he goes to sit back down, she grabs at his fingers before she loses the courage, because she doesn’t want to think about any of it anymore, not John B or Sarah, not boarding school, not the tenuous future her parents are planning for her and how little she wants it. He stops, frozen, and every one of her senses is trained on the minimal brush of skin, the tension in his back. She wants her hands on him, her nails dragging down his arms, the taste of his sweat and the burn of his gaze. She wants to be lost in him, because touching JJ switches everything else off. He’s like a magnet for her attention, everything blurring until it’s just his mouth and his hands and his -- 

“Kie,” he says, a warning in his usually jovial voice. His gaze is locked on her hand, her slender fingers tangled in his, gentle things, held between strength and violence. “You said --” 

“I know --” she says, pausing for half a second, surprised by her tone and the immediacy of her response. How quickly she wants to forget the lies she told herself about being able to stay away from him, after knowing what his tongue feels like on her clit and the way he fits perfectly inside her, like they were meant to come together. “What I said.” She’s looking at their linked hands as well, but she’s imagining his between her legs, wants to pull him forward and put it there, just to stop feeling so fucking human, because he makes her feel celestial, instead. 

“So?” he asks, licking his lips, his breath picking up like he can read her mind, see her the way she wants to be, naked and underneath him. 

“So maybe,” she says, her heartbeat rising in her own throat, taking half a step toward him, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. His eyes betray him, flicking up to her face and following the motion. She looks up at him, and the second her brown eyes land on his, he’s done resisting, done even considering it. He melts, when she looks at him like that, so grateful for it, after waiting so many years convinced it wouldn’t ever happen. “I changed my mind.” 

The air hangs heavy and charged as JJ’s rational side, weak to begin with and driven deep with years of half-thought-out decisions and anticipated-yet-ignored consequences, scrambles to pull him out of her orbit, to get him to let go and stop her from burning up in the periphery of his constant firestorm. But her eyes are on his, and she’s touching him, and she’s asking, and the moon could fall without him noticing, right now. 

She pulls, and he follows, and they’re crashing into each other, a kiss that starves before it is even born. Paint flakes and dust fill the air when she slams back against the side of the house, her arms looped around JJ’s neck, one of his tight around her waist, the other braced on the siding, fist clenched, forearm taught. The second he touches her, the world stops spinning, or maybe just they do, because she’s dizzy and soaring under his mouth, chest to chest and sharing breath between teeth and lips and tongues. Victory rises in her chest, pride and anticipation simmering just below the beautiful, vacant hunger that comes from JJ kissing her like this, and it’s that pride that bruises, just a little, when he pulls away. 

“You can’t just jump me when you’re upset,” he says, but it’s into her neck, practically a growl as his hand flexes against the small of her back, gathering up her shirt, his fingernails just grazing her skin. 

“Can’t I?” she answers, canting her hips up a fraction, pushing against him, demanding his return to ravishing her indecently. 

“Fuck, Kie --” he says, and he’s nipping at her neck in bursts, like he knows they should be talking about this, but he can’t help but touch her, overwhelmed with the need to taste her skin and leave her wanting. 

“Fine,” she says, sliding her forearm against his shoulder until her hand buries itself in his hair, pulling him back up and kissing him fiercely. “We’ll talk about it,” she sighs, before diving back in for another hard, demanding kiss. And then, “After.” 

“Yeah, okay,” JJ relents, pushing off the side of the house and dragging her toward the front door. It’s not a choice but a capitulation, a giving in to the unstoppable force that is Kiara tugging at his soul. Because he’d do anything for her, anything to her that she asks, no matter what he tells himself. He slides his teeth over her bottom lip and pulls away, panting. “After.” They slam through the screen door, stumbling over a broken ankle tether and the trash JJ had been meaning to take out, not even bothering with the farce of trying to make it to the bedroom. Her calves slam into the pullout and she topples backwards, taking her with him. 

Kissing JJ is a little like waiting out a hurricane and finally hitting the eye. Thrilling and terrifying, surrounded by power and strength, destruction and damage, but finding peace and respite, and a promise, a hint of the sun. Once he has her underneath him, he slows down, settling his weight between her legs, keeping himself propped on his elbows while he kisses her, solid and hard in his intent. It’s torture, him dancing above her, licking into her mouth only to back off and press kisses across her face, her jaw, and down her neck, sucking damning, claiming marks before scraping his teeth over her ear with the slightest pressure, teasing her, pulling obscene noises from her throat and driving her insane. She pushes her hips up again, and he responds with a deep, heavy roll of his, and she can feel his cock, hot and already half-hard, through the layers of fabric between them. 

She wants to feel it, in her hand, her mouth, pressing torturously, deliciously inside her, and he’s still fully clothed and taking way too much damn time. Surging up against him, she flips the two of them over, dangerously close to the edge, and straddles his hips, dragging her hands down his chest. Tossing her hair out of her face and pulling it all to one side, she risks glancing down at him, afraid of the vulnerable drop of her stomach every time she meets his eyes. JJ’s an eclipse in totality, pupils blown wide, shining underneath her, beaming in her shadow. His lips are slightly parted, red and wet, hair disheveled, hands coming down to slide up her thighs, and the image is so hot, so perfect, her chest aches as her cunt throbs for him, a dangerous, terrifying combination. She takes off her shirt. 

The sigh he lets out is entirely involuntary, reveling in the warmth and the weight of her, in awe of the smooth plains of exposed skin and the soft curves of her body. She leans down to kiss it out of his mouth, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head, the other sliding around the back of her arm as she holds face. It’s too gentle, too kind and slow, so she sinks her teeth into his lower lip until he groans and tightens her fist in his hair, pulling her with him as she straightens. His hands frame her hips as she grinds down on him, and he ducks his head to lay kisses across her collarbones, his hands sliding up her sides, electric on her bare skin. Letting her head fall back, she takes in the feeling of his lips on her chest, his thumbs tucking under the band of her bra. One stays to brush back and forth over the side of her breast while the other  reaches around and pinches apart the clasp in an expert move. Her stomach drops at the thought of JJ doing this with other girls. 

Taking her hands from his hair to cup his jaw, she redirects his attention back to her lips as her bra slides down her arms and her nipples pebble in the cool air. She holds on just a little too long, presses into him closed-mouth and soft, and he melts under her touch, his hands framing her ribs, her hair falling around them in a peach-scented curtain. When he initiates moments like this, she runs from them, too scared of what she might feel if she falls in like she’s falling now, heart pounding, her thumbs skating over his cheekbones. He leans up into her touch, one of his arms dropping to her waist and pulling her in closer to him, holding her tight. She pulls away from the kiss, keeping her forehead pressed to his. 

“Kie,” he sighs. Her breath hitches at the sound of her name from his mouth, like it almost always does, except he’s never close enough to notice. The silence that follows holds too much for the small space it occupies, and while she has no idea what he’s scared of saying, it almost falls from his lips anyway. Before he can make too much of an idiot out of himself, she pulls her arms back out of the straps of her bra, reaching between them to toss it to the side. As she does, she keeps his eyes on his, the smallest pockets of relief opening as his gaze drops to her tits, and then the heat in her stomach picking up again as he licks his lips. He ducks his head again, taking one of her nipples into his mouth like a sacrament, like she’s holy, closing his eyes and moaning, deep and satisfied at the taste of her skin. It goes straight to her cunt, and she feels wetness gathering there, even more than before. 

This, they’ve already done. There’s still fading bruises across her chest from the first night they spent together, when he ate her out til she screamed and then fucked her senseless, and while that seems to be the course of action he’s aiming for here, she has other ideas. She slides her hands back into JJ’s hair -- God, she could spend hours playing with JJ’s hair -- and tightens her grip, her blunt nails scraping gently over his scalp. In return, he teases his teeth over her nipple, and when she arches and gasps at the motion, tries to flip himself back on top. 

But Kiara has a goal, and she tightens her thighs around his hips, flattening her hands on his chest and pushing back, shaking her head playfully. He raises his eyebrows and flashes her half a smile, as if to say ‘oh, really?’, but settles his hands on her hips and lets her take charge. Her first order of business is getting him just as naked as she is; he holds up his arms obediently as she tugs his shirt off of him, and this is different now, than when it started. They’re taking their time with each other, grateful to drop the guise of desperation and explore every secret spot and inch of forbidden skin. It should scare the shit out of her, and it sort of does, but it’s also…  kinda fun. JJ makes this shy vulnerability so easy to sink into, knowing that any teasing has no real heat behind it, that he’ll be gentle and kind and listen to what she wants and what she likes. Yes, the bar is on the floor, but this boy is her best friend for a reason, this loving, crazy dumbass, that would set himself on fire to keep her warm. And that trust, those years of rapport and familiarity, make moments like these so much more comfortable, easier with a net underneath the thrill of flying high, trading touch for pleasure and knowing that he’ll be there to catch her on the comedown. 

She leans down and kisses him, soft at first and then deeper, licking into his mouth and rolling her hips down onto him, stretching her arms above his head and dragging her tits up his bare torso, smiling against his lips at the sound he makes. Ducking her head against his neck, she leaves her own trail of marks and then shifts her weight off of him to the side so she can reach down and pop the fly of his shorts open with one hand. He hisses in a sharp inhale when she reaches her hand between the layers of clothing and palms him over his underwear, giving him a second of satisfying contact before backing off, teasing him with her fingertips. He rolls onto his side, angling himself over her, kissing her hungrily. 

“Fucking hell, Kie,” he says, tucking his face into the side of her neck. “You got no fucking right to feel that good.” He’s warm and solid against her chest, hot and hard under her fingers, and something opens in her chest as he kisses her again, slow and sensual but not rushing, not pushing for things to go further or asking for anything she’s not willing to give. She pushes his underwear down as best she can, and he shudders as bare skin meets. The feeling of his cock in her hand sets her skin alight as he muffles moans in her neck, and she twists her hand over the head of it, spreading the wetness she finds there over the shaft. 

JJ surrenders to her, relaxing against her side as she works her hand over him, leaning into her, muttering half-formed praise into her skin like a prayer. She bites down a smile at the words, trying to hide how much she enjoys having him so vulnerable under her touch, how hot she gets listening to him react, feeling the soft skin over hard muscle. Kissing him firmly, she pushes him onto his back, leaning over him as she strokes his cock, one of his arms coming up to hold her, the other hand pushing into her hair. She hadn’t had time to do this the first night they were together, too focused on her own desperate need to get lost in him, so she takes her time working her way down his bare torso, sinking her teeth into his chest, leaving red and purple marks in her wake. 

He stutters on an inhale when he realizes what she’s doing, and when she curls her hands in the waistband of both shorts and boxers, concern fills his dear, blue eyes. “You don’t have to --” he breathes, caught between concern for her and the deep, furious want pulsing in his blood. “Just because I --” 

Kiara licks her lips, and JJ watches the movement, powerless not to. “I want to,” she says, realizing the truth of it as she says it, and the resulting look on JJ’s face puts butterflies in her stomach. (Which, like, she really doesn’t have time to think about right now.) So, in answer, she pulls his pants and underwear down and off, tossing them to the side and settling herself between his legs. It’s a little intimidating, JJ spread out naked before her, his cock eagerly awaiting her attention. She knew it was big, of course. After last time, the rumors had been confirmed true; JJ Maybank was excellently skilled with both hands and mouth, in addition to being ridiculously well-hung. It isn’t fair, really. But it’s one thing when he’s fucking her, and another when she’s face to face with it. 

He senses her hesitation and reaches down, brushing his fingers over her face in gentle reverence, and the touch shocks something inside her she’s not ready to confront. Instinctively, she pulls away, and, when concern colors his storm-sky eyes, she smiles, and ties up her hair. JJ’s breath catches in his chest as the sight, and it bolsters her confidence. She leans forward to kiss him one more time, twisting her hand over the head of his cock, solid and determined, and before he can recover, she ducks her head and takes him into her mouth. 

He grasps at the sheets as she swirls her tongue curiously around the tip, letting spit and precum drip down the shaft, spreading it towards the base with her hand. “Fuck, yes,” he sighs,  his eyes falling closed, his head dropping to the pillow. It’s satisfying, and triumphant, and hot, to see him so at her mercy, helpless and prone in the oldest kind of worship. After a while of torturous teasing, she takes as much of him as she can into her mouth, pressing her thumb into her palm to push down her gag reflex -- a trick Sarah told her about that she’s never needed til him. He keens, and the noise has her pushing her hips against the mattress, rocking into the seam of her shorts. Bobbing her head, experimenting with pace and angle, she flicks her tongue smartly against the underside of the tip of his cock, and the moan that follows that move is very interesting indeed. She tries it a few more times until he’s gasping out a warning, and she draws back until her lips just wrap around the head, swallowing neatly as he chokes out her name. 

She comes up smiling, and he half sits up, reaching for her, sated and grasping. He kisses her soundly, pulling her back down next to him, one hand in her hair, one arm around her waist, his favorite way to hold her, it seems. Settling her on her back, his tongue meets hers and he groans at the taste of himself. “You,” he says, pulling back to press kisses down her neck. She can’t keep in the happy, smug giggle that works its way out of her chest. “Are so fucking hot.” 

“Not too bad yourself,” she laughs as he tucks his face between her tits, the last word followed by a sharp gasp as he wraps his lips around a nipple, like he can’t help but have his mouth on her, can’t help but taste her skin and send her heart racing. 

“I knew you were looking,” he says, propping his chin on her sternum and looking up at her with a shit-eating grin, mischief and post-orgasm glow sparkling in his stupid, stupid blue eyes. He’s been paying attention to her, thinking about this. The thought flips something over in her chest, and she shoves his head playfully. 

“Shut up,” she says, trying to keep her voice light. She picks her hips up, trying to keep him focused on the event at hand. Yeah, JJ’s easily distracted, but she’s half-naked in front of him, She kinda hoped that would avoid unnecessary conversation. “And get back to work.” 

“Yes ma’am,” he says, half-kidding -- but his eyes darken just a shade too far to be all tease. (Which, she thinks to herself, is certainly something to be investigated.) He devotes his full attention back to her chest, licking and sucking and biting at her nipples, loving the soft, small noises she makes under his touch. Her tits aren’t usually so sensitive, but JJ knows what the fuck he’s doing, and it’s unfair how much he’s able to work her up with her pants still on. Blowing him was already incredibly hot, and, when his hand finally slides into her underwear, he curses at the wetness he finds between her legs. “Holy hell, Kie,” he sighs. 

“Maybe a little more hell,” she says, gripping his arm as his finger drags slowly up her slit, “and a little less holy?” She bites her lip as he teases her, dipping in and out of her folds, tracing his fingers over the lips of her cunt, because he wants her to keep making those godforsaken sounds. Because he can. 

“Anyone ever tell you you’ve got a smart mouth?” he asks, raising his head to suck a mark directly under her ear, smiling against her skin at the resulting gasp. 

“Maybe, ah --” she cries, when his careful fingers find her clit and his calloused fingertips explore the sensitive area, “once or twice.” 

This is… way more talking than last time. Last time was desperate and grief-stricken and needy, a request for heedless escape in the wake of the unthinkable. Now -- it’s still a distraction, but there were other courses of action available when she showed up at the Chateau as the sun started to sit low in the afternoon sky. She didn’t have to jump him. He didn’t have to let her. JJ kisses her, deep and filthy, putting himself back in charge, angling his body over hers as she presses back into the thin mattress, arcing into his touch, one hand braced on his (very nice) bicep, the other tangled in his messy, golden hair. 

He focuses on her clit, spreading the wetness up from her entrance and toying with different pressure and motions, paying attention to what she likes, and she directs him with the sounds she makes, every small moan a ‘yes, please, more of that.’ He’s the most responsive partner she’s ever had, focused on her and her only, his main purpose to make her feel good, not work her up just to fuck or speed past foreplay to move to something more. It makes it better, and when he finally slides a finger into her, he gasps, too, because it’s a privilege for him to feel her, hot and wet and waiting. 

“Oh, god,” she whines, as he pumps his finger slowly in and out of her, his thumb on her clit. 

“God’s a little formal,” he says, lifting his head to look at her, his expression teasing even as kindness and something else big and unwanted settles in his eyes. “You can stick with JJ.” She tries to smack his arm for that, but ends up sinking her nails into his skin as he slides another finger inside of her a little too easily. He goes slowly, curling his fingers up into her g-spot with every stroke, kissing her lazily and alternating to her neck when she can’t help but gasp at his touch. 

It’s torture, the way he takes his time, and after a while she’s begging. “Fuck me, JJ,” she pleads. “God, fuck me, please,” and his spent cock twitches against her leg because fuck if that isn’t something he’s been waiting to hear. His hand speeds up as he decides his next move. When he takes his hands out of her pants she lets out a sound she’d rather he didn’t remember, but based on the way that he smiles against her skin, he won’t be doing that any time soon. He doesn’t even have time to pause at her waistband as he kisses down her body, because she’s very enthusiastically supporting what’s about to happen next, shoving both shorts and underwear down. 

He chuckles and tugs them off, tossing them somewhere that’s future Kie’s problem, and heat rises in him again as she spreads her legs for him. Settling on his stomach, he hooks his arms under her thighs, miles of bare skin pressing together with a quiet whisper of faith. She runs her fingers through his hair as he kisses up her legs, taking his time, reveling in the sight and the smell of her. Foolish smiles meet in shy glances and chuckles that are half breath and half disbelief. JJ radiates warmth from his bare skin, broad and powerful below her, and she hooks a leg over his shoulder, sliding her foot up his back and biting her lip as he raises his eyebrows in response, drawing closer to her hot, aching center. 

He starts lightly, dragging the tip of his tongue up her slit, just to taste the wetness there, to make her squirm and curse and ask for more. It’s hard to resist the way she begs for him, and he sets in with a purpose, flicking his tongue over her clit and fitting two fingers inside of her, mouth and hands working with a skilled harmony. She clutches at his hair, not afraid to drag her fingernails over his scalp, vocal and unapologetic in how much she’s enjoying this, how much she wants him. When he finds a combination of hooking his fingers against her g-spot and brushing the tip of his tongue over her clit, her legs clamp around his head as she begins to climb, a deep pull starting low in her stomach. 

“Don’t stop,” she pleads, “fucking hell, JJ -- God, just like that, don’t fucking stop. Please don’t fucking stop.” He doesn’t, and the sound that comes out of her as she crashes over the edge is loud and guttural and possibly the hottest thing that’s ever fucking happened to him. She cums against his mouth furiously, her stomach flexing and her legs shaking, and he’s a little proud of himself, honestly, as he brings her down gently, sliding his fingers out of her, soothing her with long strokes of his tongue. When her breathing finally slows, he presses kisses over her thighs and then her stomach as he rises back up to meet her. 

She kisses him, awestruck and grateful, not minding her own taste as she pulls him down against her, wanting as much bare skin to be touching as possible. She tucks his hair behind his ears and strokes her thumb over his jaw before he falls on his side next to her, staring, tracing his hand up her side in veneration and wonder. It’s hard, the weight of his gaze, so she closes her eyes, drops her forehead against his. “Literally how,” she sighs, and laughs, one arm tucked under his neck and hooked around his shoulders, the other draped over his trim waist. 

“It’s not hard,” he promises (falsely), cheshire grin in full force. “Just paying attention.” He kisses her before she has a chance to respond, mostly gentle but with a sense he’s holding back a little, inviting her to take the next step forward. She deliberates for a moment as she sucks on his lower lip, scraping her teeth gently, cataloguing every noise he makes and what move precedes it, learning him. She could go home, now. She’s been sufficiently distracted. She feels a little better, like maybe she can talk to her parents without screaming her head off or bursting into tears. But the pull of the boy next to her is strong and tempting, miles of tan skin with rippling muscle shifting underneath. 

The secret is, she always wants to touch JJ. Something about him is magnetic, like a gravitational field she can’t resist. Whenever they’re in the van or on the Pogue or even just chilling on the couch, she finds herself shifting closer. She’s always stepping just behind his shoulder, would prop her chin there -- if she didn’t know that he would freeze up and question the physical contact. Sometimes, she feels jealousy ache in her stomach at his casual physicality with Pope and John B, always slinging his arm around their shoulders or play-fighting or latching onto them, just to be annoying. He’s still physical with her -- she doesn’t think he knows how not to be -- but it’s different, restrained, and sometimes she sees him half-move, reaching out instinctually, only to second guess himself and let his hands fall. 

She shifts into him, pressing herself as close as she can, appreciating the gasp he lets out at the press of her bare chest against his, her leg sliding against his dick, already half-hard again. They kiss for a while, and it would be lazy and slow, if they could let themselves relax; but JJ’s still biting something down, and Kie starts to get frustrated trying to draw it out. Finally, tired of waiting, she licks into his mouth with a sudden push, and he’s not surprised, but annoyingly expectant, glad his baiting has finally worked. There’s a moment of tension and pushing as they silently argue who’s going to be on top, and Kie wins when she reaches down and wraps her hand around his cock. 

He falls back, and she climbs on top of him, biting down a wide grin of her own. She sits back on her heels, sticking out her chest a little, stroking him slowly, reveling in the way he fights to control his expression. He starts at her tits, palming them with work-roughened hands, before sliding his palms down her body, lingering on the curve of her waist, brushing over her ass, running down her thighs and back up. She lets her head fall back, drinking in his touch, closing her eyes so she doesn’t have to meet his. She can feel him staring, though, unrelenting and hungry, merciless in the way he worships her. She can’t look at him, can’t take the kind of want and lust seething in his eyes, so settles herself over his cock, sliding her cunt up and down his shaft, her hands braced on his chest, his hands gripping her hips, fingertips sinking into her skin. 

Part of her wants him to leave bruises, even though she knows he’s not holding her roughly enough for that. He’s being so kind, so soft and respectful, everything she never thought he would be in a situation like this. She loves the tease, the slow build, but she wants him now, viscerally so, rocking her hips over him, hearing him shudder and moan, feeling him clutch at her. She wants him to beg for her, keen her name like she did his. Leaning down to kiss him, she pushes herself all the way up his cock, the tip just brushing her entrance, and he moans, long and filthy. “God,” he gasps, barely coherent. “Fuck, Kiara, please.” 

She smiles at that, sitting up, standing on her knees and taking him in her hand. They’d talked about being clean, about her IUD, the first night, and while she’s grateful she doesn’t have to have the same conversation again, it sets an unnerving precedent. The first time was supposed to be the last time. And now there’s today, and she’s not certain she wants to give him up, yet. She doesn’t know what that means, doesn’t know what he’s feeling or what anything between them would look like in a world so tempest-tossed and half-destroyed. But this -- this part will always be easy.

Taking him inside her feels like a prayer. She goes slowly, sinking down, giving herself time to adjust to his size, his hands flexing on her hips. He fills her perfectly, and she’s never believed the bullshit about soulmates or needing someone else to be complete, but with JJ’s cock inside her, his hips, narrow and strong between her legs, she feels a hell of a lot closer to whole. She starts to move, slow and deep, squeezing him on the way up, bottoming out on the way down. He curses and clenches his teeth, wound so tight she can see it, and she wants him to snap, to flip them in a single move and fuck her into the mattress. 

He watches her, lets her set the rhythm, thrusting up as she pushes down, but the movement is still tight and controlled. She knows this boy inside and out, knows that he’s holding back for her, afraid of hurting her, of losing her trust or making her feel objectified or powerless. She knows he wants to be careful, to not fuck this up -- because this is a this, now, neither of them have any say in that anymore -- but she also wants his raw power, his strength and abandon, and maybe that’s what drives the next words to fall from her mouth. “Come on, JJ,” she groans impatiently, raking her fingernails down his chest. “Aren’t you gonna take what’s yours?” He’s confused for exactly half a second before she shifts her weight pointedly to the empty space to their left, and before she even registers that he’s moving, she’s on her back, her hands pinned above her head, JJ’s hips slamming obscenely into her own. It’s intense and desperate and fast, and she tugs one of her hands free, bringing it down to her clit to rub hard circles there in pace with his wild hips, knowing he won’t last long like this and chasing that cherished high, just behind him. 

He comes before she does on a sharp, animalistic cry, tensing above her and filling her with warmth. She doesn’t have time to be disappointed, because he swears, pulls out, and replaces his cock immediately with his fingers. His cum makes it easy to fit three fingers inside her at once, dextrous and skilled, focused on making her orgasm just as good as his. It doesn’t take long until she’s grabbing at his shoulder, panting and moaning and almost crying, he feels so good, and when he bats aside the hand on her clit in favor of ducking between her legs and replacing it with his mouth, she screams, riding his face and his hand as wave upon wave crashes over her, feet pushing her hips off the pullout, legs quivering and stomach tense. He stays with her, merciless, flicking his tongue across her clit over and over again, until she has to shove his head away with trembling hands, collapsing into the bed in holy, sated exhaustion. 

It takes her a second to open her eyes, and when she does, he’s back up next to her, pushing the three fingers into his mouth to suck them clean. “You’re disgusting,” she says, but she’s still panting, out of breath while her chest heaves, and it carries little heat. 

He brushes gentle fingers over her temple, tucking away a stray curl. “But we taste so good together,” he teases, his breath fanning across her face as he leans down to kiss her. Their mouths move in lazy harmony, finally at ease, and, of course, he’s right. “C’mon,” he says, tucking his face against her neck, his floppy blond hair falling into her eyes. “Shower?” 

“Mmmm,” she hums, thinking she might be anchored to the bed at the base of her spine. “Maybe in a sec.” Honestly, she doesn’t think she’ll be able to stand, but she doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing that. He chuckles, knowing exactly what he’s done, and shoves himself up as she curses his never-ending, boundless energy. He brings her water and some paper towels to clean herself up, and, when he sees her sitting up, searching for her underwear, digs in the duffel on the armchair and tosses her a pair of boxers. 

She raises an eyebrow at him. “What?” he protests, tugging underwear and a pair of basketball shorts up over his ass. (Which she’s a little disappointed to see disappear beneath layers of fabric once more). “They’re clean.” She puts them on without standing up before rolling over to her stomach and stretching her arms out, tucking them underneath her head. Sweat cools on heated skin as golden hour stretches across the Chateau’s living room, and she wants to live in this moment forever. 

JJ lowers himself onto her back, scattering kisses across her shoulders, and she giggles and turns underneath him until they’re pressed chest-to-chest, his weight braced on his elbows on either side of her head. She looks at him, now, her hair a mess and eyes shining, skin still heated from his touch. He leans down to kiss her, and she lets him, even though this is dangerous territory, blurring hazy lines between friends and friends-with-benefits and lovers and ‘together’ and all the other things they could call themselves. The kiss is slow and sweet, and when he pulls back it’s to kiss her cheeks, her closed eyes, her nose. It’s silly and soft and so incorrect to the image of JJ she’s always had in her mind, that she laughs under his attention. 

“What?” he asks, laughing with her, dive-bombing her with kisses to her face and neck, her arms coming up around his neck, her fingers in his hair. 

“You’re so dumb,” she says, still laughing as she shoves him off. He doesn’t go far, just crashes down next to her, their legs still tangled, one arm tucked back under his head, the other resting on the curve of her waist. Her hands trace his arms, shoulders, chest, mapping them like territory she intends to settle. 

“Yeah, but --” he says, and then stops, because the rest of that sentence carries a different weight now. The ‘you still love me’ hangs in the air anyway, and it means something else than it did the last time he tossed it out -- after leaving her stranded on the marsh with Sarah Cameron, a day that feels like years ago. 

She curls her hands into fists on his chest before spreading them out again, breaking eye contact and biting her bottom lip. “Yeah,” she sighs. Because she does, even if she can’t define how anymore. 

“So you gonna tell me why you came here?” he asks, when the moment stretches on into too many seconds and the weight of it threatens to crush them both. 

Kie sighs, heavy and tired, as the memory of earlier that day comes crashing back down, chasing out the golden afternoon and pulling her back to all of the guilt and anger and frustration she’d asked JJ to distract her from. “Do I have to?” she asks, still avoiding his eyes, too tired to dodge it any more carefully than that. 

“C’mon, Kie,” he urges, “you said you’d talk about it.” She hates him for a second, because isn’t this JJ’s whole thing? ‘Dank nugs and the stickiest of ickies,’ right? ‘Deny, deny, deny’? There are a million things he’s said, just over this summer, that she could pull out on him right now. But also, she’s not him, and she likes to talk things out, has to, or else whatever it is that’s bothering her consumes every waking thought. Maybe he knows that. Maybe he’s just being a really good friend at a really bad time.

So she tells him, because she’s avoiding Pope and John B’s fucking dead or lost at sea or whatever the fuck he is, and so is Sarah. And even though Kiara would never have considered going to her before -- everything -- maybe she would now, if she had the chance. “My parents want to send me to boarding school,” she says, dropping it whole on his chest and hoping he can breathe under it. 

“Oh,” he sighs, like this admission has shoved the word out of him. “Holy shit.” 

“Yeah.” He doesn’t say anything else, so she keeps going. “So I freaked out, and I left.” She keeps flexing her hands on his chest, keeping her eyes there even as they threaten to fill with tears. “And my mom --” she chokes, and he pulls her close, putting his lips on her forehead. “My mom said that if I didn’t --” she swallows, trying to keep it together, “that if I didn’t come home on time, not to --” she takes a controlled breath, willing the tears away. “Not to bother coming home at all.” It sounds silly, saying it to him, when she knows, now, what he’s been through. What his dad does to him and why he’s here, instead of his own house. It sounds petty and inconsequential and she’s never felt more like an ignorant kook in her life, so she sniffs, and takes her hands off him. 

JJ chews on the information she’s given him, tracing his fingers down her arm, over the curve of her elbow and back up to her shoulder. “You’re still gonna go home, right?” He asks, uncertainty and maybe longing in his voice. She realizes, then, that of course she is. Her parents love her, even if they don’t know how to show it, don't understand what the Cut and its inhabitants (and one in particular) mean to her. Of course, she’s going to go home. Because JJ doesn’t get to. Because she still can. 

If she’d had this conversation with anyone else, there would be stomping and cursing and yelling, indignant demands as to why her parents can’t understand her, why they can’t see how they suffocate her, and hold her down. But this is JJ, who doesn’t get to have problems like this, who doesn’t get to have parents that love him or watch him too closely. At least if Luke Maybank threatened to send JJ to boarding school, it would mean that he cared about JJ’s future. It would mean that he’d looked at his son, spoken to him, seen the anger and hurt and desperation to be seen. It would mean, at least, that he was paying attention. 

“Yeah,” she says. She’s still scared, of being powerless to control what they want her to do with her life, of being seventeen and helpless. But she’s not going to say that out loud, not when JJ knows what that feels like on a level she can’t even comprehend. He feels like he should say more, and part of her wants him to, but JJ’s always been shit at comforting. This, his presence, is enough. His light touches, his lips pressed to her hairline -- it’s all he has to do. When she starts to nod off, she asks him to hand her her phone, and stumbles out to the porch to dig in her bag for it. She curls on her side, sends a text to her mom about being sorry and that she’ll be home in a few hours, and then sets an alarm for thirty minutes before curfew. 

She’ll go home, but she’s going to spend as much time with him as she can. She still doesn’t think he should be alone, and she doesn’t want to be either. He fits himself in behind her, his chest pressed to her back, one arm under her neck, the other tight around her waist. They don’t talk. She doesn’t want to and he doesn’t know what he’d say. She’s exhausted and warm and JJ’s arms around her feel a little bit like armor, like when he’s holding her, the rest of the world can’t get in. Just before she falls asleep, he squeezes her tight, tucking his face into her neck. 

“You aren’t going to boarding school,” he whispers. “I promise.” She feels his lips press against her skin. She wants to turn in his arms, kiss him slow and sweet and kind, the way he deserves to be loved. But sleep tugs at her, unrelenting. Just before she slips under the waves, she hears him whisper one more thing.

“I won’t let them take you away from me.” 

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Twisted Disney OCs

Description of Twisted Disney: Taking inspiration from Disney’s Twisted Tale Series, this is a similar series but with different twists that lead to present time with next gen aspects. 

List of Stories (so far): *Your Destiny Lies In Your Hands (Aladdin). *And At Last I See The Light (Tangled). *Silence Is The Most Powerful Scream (Little Mermaid). *Never Go Into The Woods (Beauty And The Beast). *I Wonder (Sleeping Beauty). *Second Star To The Right And Straight On Till Morning (Peter Pan). *I’m Late (Alice in Wonderland). *Sleeping Death (Snow White). *Chasing Stardust (Treasure Planet). *Reflection (Mulan). *Return To The Realms (Nutcracker and The Four Realms). *For The First Time In Forever (Frozen). *Welcome To My Wicked World (Descendants 3). *Zero To Hero (Hercules). *This Is Halloween (The Nightmare Before Christmas). *Dig A Little Deeper (The Princes and The Frog). *So This Is Love (Cinderella 3: A Twist In Time).

Summaries of Stories:

Your Destiny Lies In Your Hands: Twist: “What if Jafar had won?” Summary: “The day Jafar became Sultan of Agrabah was the day that Agrabah became the kingdom of darkness and nightmares as with a genie at his side, it’s impossible to fight against it.  But despite this, the resistance within the kingdom continues to fight, led by Aladdin and his son, Aziz, as they fight to take down Jafar and free their kingdom, with Aladdin and Aziz in particular hoping to free the sultanna, Jasmine, one of the resistance’s founders who years ago, had surrendered herself for their safety.  Unbeknownst to the resistance, Jasmine is planning her own plan against Jafar along with their daughter, Princess Alia, and with plans soon colliding, the fate of Agrabah hangs in the balance....”

And At Last I See The Light: Twist: “What if Gothel had won?” Summary: “Growing up, Hope has heard tales of a woman with hair that is longer then any rope made and can do magic of all things....but the tales always end sadly with her father, Flynn, losing his eyesight and the woman being taken away to parts unknown.  And....that’s all they were: tales with the same tragic ending.  Until now.  With the anniversary of the missing princess drawing near, Hope ventures out with Pascal and Max to find the princess and bring her home, to cure her father and finally, reunite the royal family of Corona....”

Silence Is The Most Powerful Scream: Twist: “What if Ariel lost to Ursula?” Summary: “Born as the princess of Atlantica, Ianthe grew up hearing tales of the land above and of a prince whose eyes used to be full of life...until the fateful day happened that resulted in the loss of King Triton and her mother, then-princess Ariel, returning home as a mute.  Obeying her mothers warnings about the land of above, Ianthe stays in the sea, trying to be the best princess she can be...until the day, she saves a drowning prince. Finding out what’s happening on the land above, Ianthe journey’s to the land above and with an ally in the form of Prince Dylan, Ianthe hopes to put a stop to a sea witches reign of terror once and for all....”

Never Go Into The Woods: Twist: “What if Belle succeeded in fleeing on the first night when Beast ordered her to get out?” Summary: “Born as the daughter of the towns book shop owner, Belle, Mireille is used to hearing stories that always at the end of the day, are just stories and are just made up.  But when hunters return to the village badly injured and babbling about a wild Beast that attacked them when they approached a castle in the woods, Mireille curioustly grows and increases at her mothers reaction and despite being aware of the risks that come with it. she journey’s into the woods along with childhood friend, Fitz, in some hope of finding what’s going on.  But she soon finds out why her mother warned to never go into the woods and just what hides within it....” 

I Wonder: Twist: “What if Sleeping Beauty never woke up?” Summary: “Dreams- Tana knows all about dreams as they something everyone have when they go to sleep and enter the dream realm.  But due to her mothers magic restrictions, Tana never gets to experience dreams, being told that if she goes to sleep, a witch named Aurora will get her revenge on her mother through her and despite wanting to experience dreams, Tana listens to her and never questions her mother, Maleficent.  However, when Tana starts to hear voices she doesn’t recognize and remembers things she doesn’t understand, she finds herself exploring a realm she never thought she would and in the process, finds out that her mother is not the person she thought she was....”

Second Star To The Right And Straight On Till Morning:  Twist: “What if Peter lost to Captain Hook?” Summary: “Wendy Darling. A name that to her family, is the name of a family member that went missing and was never found.  But to Neverland? It’s the name of their protector who rose in wake of Peter Pan’s death.  Still the age she was that fateful day, Wendy continues to protect Neverland from Captain Hook while sometimes visiting the world, but never London, only her lost girls understanding why she never visits London.  However, deciding to face the city of her former life, Wendy is met with the past in more then one way when she looks into a window, only to be met with a girl who shares more then the same name with her....”

I’m Late: Twist: “What if Alice didn’t escape Wonderland?” Summary: ””So, what did you see this time, Louise?” A cat who disappears with a grin left in their wake.  A never ending tea party. And a queen always screaming, “Off with her head!” They always the same dreams turned nightmares for Louise that always cause never ending headaches, but despite going to therapy constantly, Louise is still stuck with these visions and headaches, meaning the therapists office is like her second home.  However, when the visions slowly come to life and a rabbit with a watch appears in therapy, Louise soon finds out why she’s getting the visions and that it’s time to visit the place in her visions before its all lost....”

Sleeping Death: Twist: “What if the Prince fell asleep instead?” Summary: “The day Princess Snow White became queen was instantly a day of celebration with the fall of Queen Grimhilde and the dawn of a new age bringing originally hope to the kingdom that things will get better.  However, the new queen slowly changed over the years and soon enough, the kingdom was in ruins once more as the queen slowly became known for being obsessed with the same magic that corrupted Queen Grimhilde in her quest to wake a sleeping prince that may as well be dead after all these years.  With the kingdom in ruins and people slowly disappearing due to the queens magic experiments, Anastasia finds herself leaving her village on a quest to stop the queen once and for all and bring the kingdom back to its former glory....and hopefully, save her friend who had been among the disappeared people....”

Chasing Stardust: Twist: “What if Jim didn’t escape the treasure planet in time?” Summary: “Nova had never met her brother that her mother tells her about.  Because by the time Nova Hawkins was born, Jim Hawkins was long believed dead, having never returned from his journey to find the Treasure Planet, leaving many to believe he was dead along with the crew he had gone with....including Sarah in the end.  As a result, Nova grew up with tales of her troublemaking brother who meant well in the end and despite Sarah’s best attempts, Nova soon slowly turned out like her brother, trouble making habits and all.  However, after one troublemaking gone wrong on the anniversary her brother left home and never returned, a man with cyborg limbs suddenly crash-lands at their tavan and revealed the impossible: Jim is still alive.  Teaming up with the man, a captain and her mother’s friend, Nova finds herself journeying to the same planet her brother never came back from with one quest in mind: bring Jim Hawkins home finally” Quotev Link

Reflection: Twist: “What if Shang couldn’t spare Mulan?”  Summary: “In the nights of China, most people know better then to leave their homes as the risks were too high with the Hun’s guarding them always- but that was also the time shadows would strike the guards and kill them, leaving flowers in their wake, almost like a taunting message that Emperor Shan Yu was increasingly angry that he can’t figure them out.  That was how the shadows liked it- especially one of the shadows, named Shihong, who always told two proud spirits and a proud dragon of how close they were getting to the end of their plan.  Their plan? Take down Emperor Shan Yu and free China finally and....avenge her past life and her past life’s lover, Mulan and Shang....”

Return To The Realms: Twist: “What if Sugar Plum had succeeded?”  Summary: “”Mother, can you tell us about the realms again?” Once upon a time, there was four realms, all four living in peaceful harmony....until the day Sugar Plum sought to control it all and in the process, brought it to ruins, as the girl and boy that tried to stop her disappeared and never returned.... On Christmas Eve, Clara Stalhbaum is holding another famous party, continuing the tradition of her godfather as she tries to be happy despite what happened one Christmas Eve.  However, while playing their mothers party game, twins Vincent and Victoria suddenly find the party going sour when soldiers made of tin grab them and drag them to the realms they grew up hearing tales about, but they find out why they were grabbed the moment they taken to the queen known as Sugar Plum....”

For The First Time In Forever: Twist: “What if Anna and Elsa were split up as children?”  Summary: “Having spent most of her reign hiding her powers, Queen Elsa of Arendelle finds herself not only having problems with her son with his increasing ice problems, but also finds herself plagued by memories she can’t find a reason for why she’s remembering- these memories including always a girl happily asking her to do the magic, and the memories always ending badly with the girl getting hurt.  Finally, when the memories get too much, Elsa’s son, Prince Nicholas, decides to seek out help from trolls he found out about in a book, but when he does so, he finds out more then he thought he would about his family as family secrets finally emerge....”

Welcome To My Wicked World: Twist: “What if Mal had been evil the entire time?” Summary: “Auradon, the land of Goodness and Kindness...or so it had been. For now, it was the land of evil, under the rule of Queen Mal who had revealed her true colors once the barrier was down, taking over Auradon with the villains of the Isle on her side and soon enough, turning Auradon into a nightmare that everyone over time, became scared to fight back.  Or publicly at least.  For hidden within Auradon is a growing resistance and with the aid of allies in Auradon, their planned strike begins as its now or never to finally save the kingdom....”

Zero To Hero: Twist: “What if Hades had succeeded?” Summary: “After the Lord of the Dead and the titans take over Mount Olympus, the world is in chaos and the lord of the dead, Hades, loves it, as the titans keep the world in order and while briefly another threat rose to him, Hades had it taken care off....after all, no one will be able to stop him while he controls prophecies.  Except when his ‘loyal’ servant finds this thret, alive and well- Hades own daughter, Zasime.  Despite a curse restricting her powers, Zasime has to train and become a hero and defeat Hades...or he’ll destroy them and have control of the world forever...” 

This Is Halloween: Twist: “What if Oogie Boogie took over Halloween Town?” Summary: “Halloween. A holiday that used to stand for fun and candy and non-dangerous tricks. Nowadays, it has become a holiday of danger and the tricks are no longer fun. All because of the missing pumpkin king as the current ruler, Oogie Boogie, continues to ruin Halloween.  But when three human children find Jack that Halloween and are soon found by Sally and a Halloween town girl, Oogie Boogie’s Halloween reign may finally come to an end....hopefully at least, with Oogie Boogie after them in order to keep Halloween under his reign forever....”

Dig A Little Deeper: Twist: “What if Tiana didn’t kiss Naveen?” Summary: “If there’s one thing Louis takes to heart from his mother, its her one rule: Never go into the darkness of New Orleans...or risk ending up captured by spirits. Saving up money for him and his mother to be able to leave New Orleans, Louis is devoted to jobs he takes and therefore, has no time for fairytales....until the day his childhood friend, Margaret comes to him with tale about frogs oddly and why Voodoo Spirits haunt New Orleans.  With New Orleans ruler after them, the pair only have short time to stop the spirits, save a frog prince and stop Dr. Facilier once and for all....”

So This Is Love: Twist: “What if Cinderella didn’t escape the pumpkin?”  Summary: “The heir to her kingdom, Princess Kathleen finds herself betrothed to another prince in order to get a treaty with the other kingdom and despite her heart being set for someone else, she tries to obey this....until the day she finds a magic wand in her grandmother’s room.  After this day, she finds out secrets relating to Anastasia, her mother and the women she thought she was and with friends help, she sets to uncover these secrets in order to finally help her kingdom....”

Name: Aziz.  Relation (if any): Son of Aladdin and Jasmine. Story: Your Destiny Lies In Your Hands.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Booboo Stewart. 

Name: Alia.  Relation (if any): Daughter of Jasmine and Jafar.  Story: Your Destiny Lies In Your Hands.  Summary: TBA.  Voiceclaim: Naomi Scott. 

Name: Hope Fitzherbert.  Relation (if any): Adopted daughter of Eugune.  Story: And At Last I See The Light.  Summary: TBA.  Voiceclaim: Anna Cathcart (younger) and Sofia Carson (older).

Name: Ianthe.  Relation (if any): Daughter of Ariel.  Story: Silence Is The Most Powerful Scream.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: China Anne McClain. 

Name: Dylan. Relation (if any): Son of Eric and Vanessa/Ursula.  Story: Silence Is The Most Powerful Scream. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Mitchell Hope. 

Name: Mireille.  Relation (if any): Daughter of Belle.  Story: Never Go Into The Woods.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Letitia Wright.

Name: Fitz. Relation (if any): Son of Gaston. Story: Never Go Into The Woods.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Josh Keaton. 

Name: Louis.  Relation (if any): Husband of Belle.  Story: Never Go Into The Woods.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: John Boyega. 

Name: Dawn/Tana.  Relation (if any): Daughter of Aurora and Phillip/Adopted daughter of Maleficent. Story: I Wonder.  Summary: TBA.  Voiceclaim: Sarah Jeffery. 

Name: Wendy Darling II.  Relation (if any): Great-niece of Wendy. Story: Second Star To The Right And Straight On Till Morning.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Anna Cathcart. 

Name(s): Penelope, Violet, Eva, Willow, Sophie and Maria.  Relation (if any): Wendy’s lost girls. Story: Second Star To The Right And Straight On Till Morning.  Summary(s): TBA.  Voiceclaim(s): Brenna D’Amico (Penelope), Kimiko Glenn (Violet), Hailee Steinfeld (Eva), Jadah Marie (Willow) and Kate Micucci (Sophie). 

Name: Louise Hill. Relation (if any): Reincarnation of Alice.  Story: I’m Late.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Abby Ryder Foster. 

Name: Anastasia.  Relation (if any): None. Story: Sleeping Death. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Carson. 

Name: Petra.  Relation (if any): None. Story: Sleeping Death.  Summary: TBA.  Voiceclaim: Brenna D’Amico. 

Name: Nova Hawkins. Relation (if any): Jim’s younger sister. Story: Chasing Stardust.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Jenna Ortega.

Name: Alexandria Chestwood.  Relation (if any): None.  Story: Chasing Stardust.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Angelina Jolie. 

Name: Cheyanna Hillthorne.  Relation (if any): None. Story: Chasing Stardust.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Naomi Scott.

Name: Shihong.  Relation (if any): Reincarnation of Mulan.  Story: Reflection.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Diane Doan. 

Name: Lijuan.  Relation (if any): None. Story: Reflection. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Chelsea Zhang. 

Name: Daiyu.  Relation (if any): None.  Story: Reflection.  Summary: TBA.  Voiceclaim: Lilan Bowden. 

Name: Vincent Stahlbaum.  Relation (if any): Son of Clara and Phillip. Story: Return To The Realms. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Issac Ryan Brown. 

Name: Victoria Stalhbaum.  Relation (if any): Daughter of Clara and Phillip.  Story: Return To The Realms.  Summary: TBA.  Voiceclaim: Navia Robinson. 

Name: Nicholas.  Relation (if any): Son of Elsa.  Story: For The First Time In Forever.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Mitchell Hope. 

Name: Eira.  Relation (if any): Child raised by the Trolls.  Story: For The First Time In Forever.  Summary: TBA.  Voiceclaim: Sarah Jeffery.

Name: Brooke Hook.  Relation (if any): Daughter of Uma and Harry.  Story: Welcome To My Wicked World.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Letitia Wright.

Name: Gemini Legume.  Relation (if any): Child of Gil.  Story: Welcome To My Wicked World.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Amanda Joy Michalka. 

Name: Andrea Rose.  Relation (if any): Daughter of Audrey. Story: Welcome To My Wicked World. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Jenna Ortega. 

Name: Balthazar Mercier.  Relation (if any): Son of Ben and Mal.  Story: Welcome To My Wicked World. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: David Henrie. 

Name: Zasime.  Relation (if any): Daughter of Hades.  Story: Zero To Hero.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Wylie. 

Name: Myrine.  Relation (if any): None. Story: Zero To Hero. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Auli’i Cravalho. 

Name: Wednesday Skeleton.  Relation (if any): None.  Story: This Is Halloween.  Summary: TBA.  Voiceclaim: Chloe Grace Mortez.

Name: Jason Ronald.  Relation (if any): None.  Story: This Is Halloween.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Booboo Stewart. 

Name: Normen Ronald.  Relation (if any): None. Story: This Is Halloween.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Isaak Presley. 

Name: Luna Ronald.  Relation (if any): None. Story: This Is Halloween. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Jenna Ortega. 

Name: Louis.  Relation (if any): Son of Tiana.  Story: Dig A Little Deeper.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: John Boyega.

Name: Margaret.  Relation (if any): Daughter of Charlotte and ‘Naveen’/Lawerence.  Story: Dig A Little Deeper.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Daisy Ridley. 

Name: Kathleen.  Relation (if any): Daughter of Prince Charming and ‘Cinderella’/Anastasia.  Story: So This Is Love.  Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Carson.

Name: Carlo. Relation (if any): None. Story: So This Is Love. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Mitchell Hope. 

Name: Kaida.  Relation (if any): None.  Story: So This Is Love. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sarah Jeffery. 

Name: Albert.  Relation (if any): None. Story: So This Is Love.  Summary: TBA.  Voiceclaim: Booboo Stewart. 

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Ascension

Summary: When Chase was on his power hungry rampage, you helped him push through. Now you’re about to ascend and the boys find out. You find yourself in the same shoes as Caleb when one of your sisters come after your power

Pairing: Chase Collins x Black!Witch!Reader (The Covenant is one of my favorite movies of all time and there just aren’t enough Chase fics out there)

WC: 8.1K (this is my longest one yet and I’m proud of it)

Warnings: Mentions of witchcraft, a bit of angst, death, raising the dead, digging up a grave, blood, allusions of Hell.

-I KNOW THIS ISN’T AVENGERS! I WRITE FOR CHASE COLLINS AS WELL! I HOPE YOU ALL  ENJOY IT ANYWAY! PLEASE COMMENT AND REBLOG!!-

A/N: This was supposed to be part 2 but since almost everyone hasn’t read the first part, I started over since the first part was written like last July (2018) when I started this account. I deleted part 1 since it only had 24 notes lmao so here’s the full thing, edited and better!

Chase was a guy many knew not to mess with. Yeah, he stayed to himself but it was his mysterious demeanor that everyone didn’t want to get the ugly side of. He didn’t care about anyone really, only one person. You, his precious girlfriend.

You were there to keep him grounded, even during his power hungry rampage. You were the one that kept him from destroying himself and the lives of others. You made him realize he couldn’t lose you by doing this. He didn’t know how such a girl like you, such a homebody, quiet and shy could keep a maniacal witch like him at ease but you did it.

Just like Caleb though, you didn’t want your powers to get the best of you, which no one knew you had in the first place, not even Chase. You were in a coven of your own, but your coven knew what such power could do to just one person, and losing a previous member really made that reality set in.

You couldn’t lose another person you cared about due to their inability to keep their powers at bay.

————

Another fateful night at the Putnam barn consisted of drinks and music and just the group hanging together. Kate and Sarah were having their own conversation but you weren’t interested so you tuned into the guys.

“I think someone else like us is here” Reid brought up as he took a swig of his drink.

“And what would make you say that?” Caleb arched an eyebrow and took his arm from around Sarah, now leaning on his elbows on his knees.

“Remember when you could feel that Chase was here?” Reid questioned and that caused Chase to tense up but you were there to calm his nerves.

“Yeah” Pogue now joining in.

“It’s like that. I feel it. The dreams, the darklings, spiders. It’s like that all over again” Reid explained with his hands.

“It’s not me, I swear. I’m done with all that” Chase was nervous. He was finally beginning to feel included, was finally getting the brotherhood he missed as a kid.

“I know.” Reid was sure. So sure.

“But how?” Tyler finally spoke up and was twiddling his thumbs.

“Because... this power isn’t like ours. I-it’s different. From different roots. It’s a female coven. I see it in my dreams”

At that point everyone was quiet. Even Kate and Sarah.

“But how are you sure?” You swallowed the lump in your throat. It couldn’t be your coven. You all swore, you took an oath to not use your powers for personal gain, to not lust for it.

“Apparitions of a girl. When I was showering. Just like Sarah experienced when she was first here.”

At this point, all the guys ascended so their powers were stronger. Your birthday was coming up you hadn’t ascended yet and it scared you. What if the same thing between the boys happened to you?

“A female coven? Maybe I can get in on it” Kate joked.

“That’s not funny. This is serious. We don’t need a repeat of what happened. Whoever is doing this is strong. Not like us, but in their own way” Pogue scowled at her.

You knew what Reid was talking about. The apparitions only appeared in your dreams. Never in person like him. You just brushed it off. But maybe you shouldn’t have though.

“We have no clue though” Caleb ran a hand through his hair and Sarah comforted him.

“M-maybe it’s nothing” you shrug. Your eyes burned. The need for them to turn a blinding white and speed away to solve this itched at your conscious.

“White.” Reid whispered.

“What?” The boys were questioning is random statement.

“The female coven! Instead of black eyes like ours, theirs turn white”

“How does this help us figure it out, though?” Chase was intrigued by that statement.

“A spell. There’s a spell we can put over ourselves so that we can see their true form”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No, Reid don’t do that.

“That just might work.” Caleb smiled and you knew you were done for.

———————

You went back to your dorm and luckily your roommate was there. Your coven sister.

“Someone in the coven is using powers”

You were both breathless as you said it at the same time.

“The Ipswich boys are gonna weed us out. They’re putting a spell on themselves to see our true form. I could lose Chase, Mariah!”

“You won’t! I’ll put a protection spell on you so they can’t see you”

“Okay and what about you?”

“I don’t care! When they see me they’ll see that I’m a part of the coven but they’ll also be able to tell I’m not the one they’re looking for” she was so nonchalant about this.

“Mariah, I ascend in a few days...” You express your fears

“No,” her eyes grew wide.

“We have to figure this out! Now!!”

——————

You were all back at the Putnam barn, it’s your hideout, a place to get peace of mind. You all were just enjoying each other’s company except Tyler wasn’t there yet. He was still at the library finishing an essay.

The boys hadn’t come up with anything throughout this whole week. They found members of your coven but they couldn’t sense the one causing all the trouble.

“I found her!!” Tyler bursts in soaking wet from the rain and panting as if he just ran all the way from the school to here, even though it was only from his car.

“The one. I found her. And I know why she’s doing it!,”

He came over to you all and you felt your stomach drop. You could sense his anxiousness on the topic.

“What? Who is it?” Caleb stands up and walks over to him.

“You know that groups of girls. Like the quiet ones who always have their noses in the romance novels? Your friends!” He points to you and you can feel your chest tightening in fear.

“Yeah, what about them?,” you cleared your throat.

“The one with the dark, kinky curly hair,” he sighs

“We.. we all have kinky curly hair, Ty,” you laugh to try and lighten the situation.

“Violet? Vi.. Vienna! Vienna transferred from Pennsylvania with you guys. Glowing dark brown skin, nice lips, cute glasses. Long legs,” he explains

“What was her reasoning, Tyler?,” Pogue walked up as well and you wanted to run away but you were frozen, fear had weighed you down, you couldn’t move.

Tyler looks at you and their eyes follow. You can feel the tension rise in the room

“Why are you looking at me? I don’t know what’s going on,” You shrug as you run your hands up and down your sweatpants. Tyler turns back to the group and you knew what was about to come out of his mouth next.

“Y/N ascends in three days time...,” he looks down at his feet and you can feel tears burn in your eyes. You wanted to fling him across the room for running his mouth. You had this handled for fucks sake.

“A-ascend? Chase stands up quickly and looks between you and the boys, “What the hell do you mean ascend?,” he gets loud, voice echoing in the empty barn.

“Y’know, that thing that happens to us on our 18th birthday?,” Reid’s sarcasm would usually lighten the mood, but not this time. 

“She’s a part of the other coven,” Caleb’s realization finally clicked and hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Why didn’t you say anything?,” Pogue asks. He looks at you with slight disdain, even though you thought of him as an older brother of sorts, this situation of you not telling him had turned everything around.

You didn’t know what the hell to say. Shit, what can you say?

“Y/N, say something! Please tell me they’re wrong,” Chase looked distressed. They were all standing a few front in front of you and you just couldn’t look them in the eyes.

“Can we trust her?,” Sarah whispers and that hit you like brick wall. You weren’t a danger to them. You hadn’t had any problems ever with your magic. You rarely even used it.

“Let her talk,” Pogue’s voice was monotone and you knew you were deep shit.

“We..,” you tried to swallow the lump in your throat but it wouldn’t go away, “We.. we swore.. we took an oath! A blood, soul-binding oath to our sisterhood that we wouldn’t lust for more power. I-I didn’t know what Vi was doing! She was the one who took me in when we were back home. We all took the opportunity to get far away from home because we had people looking for us, trying to use us for our power and they got one of us. Acacia, they made her lust for more power and she ended up dying. So.. we ran. We took the first chance to get out of there and Spenser Academy was that chance. We vowed to never let that happen to any of us. We kept it a secret. I didn’t know she was doing this, I swear!,” you pleaded

“None of us did!,”

They all just stared at you. A witch, from another coven, in their town. Someone they considered a friend, hell, family even, had lied to them.

“You lied to us, Y/N. To me!,” Chase was upset and even though you didn’t want him to be, he had ever right. It’s not like you meant to lie, was it even really a lie? Sure you said you didn’t know what they were talking about but shit, it wasn’t a topic until recently so you just never said anything.

“You ascend in three days time and didn’t think to tell anyone?!,” Pogue took a step closer and you just stared at everyone’s feet.

“I could have handled it. I can.. handle it. If she comes for me, I can do it alone!,” you stood up and started to walk away. You wouldn’t stand for them being upset at you for something you did to protect yourself.

“By doing what? Willing your powers away?,” Caleb shouted and you stopped in placed to turn back around

“If it comes down to it.. when her mother got sick, she willed Vienna her powers so she is already stronger than me,”

“So you mean to tell me, you would have gotten yourself killed and none of us would have known what the fuck happened to you? Great girlfriend you are, babe. What about me, huh? Do you know how torn I would be if something happened to you, knowing I could stop it?,” Chase comes up you.

“You can’t stop it! No one can!,” you felt your eyes burn as the realization set in that your own coven sister might literally be the death of you.

“Y/N, I thought the same thing when I was spiraling out of control. I can help!,” he tried to reason with you but you had your mind set on the outcome of this fight.

“How is this any different? How is this any different than what happened here, huh?,” You felt the hot tears running down your face as you waved your hand at the barn 

“You.. you know I’m not like that anymore,” he gritted through his teeth.

“If I can’t beat her there is no other choice,” 

“There is always a choice. You have us, you have the rest of your coven!,” Reid exclaimed. 

“The way Caleb did it on his own, I can too. There’s no point in dragging you all in this,” you wanted this conversation to end. You were feeling overwhelmed and that was never good with your powers.

“I wasn’t alone though, Y/N. You were there,” Caleb was right. Had you not been there to stop Chase, Caleb, Kate, Sarah and Pogue would be dead.

“You guys don’t know her!,” You shook your head, “She is stronger! She is faster, smarter, more cunning,” you felt your eyes burn again but it wasn’t from the tears. It was a flash of head and you knew your eyes were now a blinding, angelic white.

They all just stared in disbelief. Sure they’d seen the eyes of a witch but they were always pure black.The white was almost scarier.

“I. Can’t. Beat. Her!,” the rush of your energy had caused all the lights to blow out. Chase grabbed you in his arms as you cried and you just stood there, body trembling.

“Either way, she’s gonna kill me. Everyone else has already ascended. I’m the last in the coven,”

Everyone came up to comfort you, rubbing your back as Chase whispered in your ear

“We won’t allow that.

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Vienna had come to you in your dream letting you know when and where she wanted you. Thirty-three minutes past ten on your birthday under the waning crescent moon. This dream had woken you up, you were gasping for air and were in a cold sweat. The commotion has caused Chase to wake up from beside you.

“Babe, what’s going on?,” His voice was laced with sleepiness as his eyes cracked open.

“She’s coming. She’s really coming for me, Chase. She’s in my dreams!,” You ran your hands over your face as you cried and he woke up completely at your state is distress. 

“Y/N, we’re gonna figure this out. I am not letting anything happen to you. You know that, none of us are going to let her hurt you,” Chase tried to soothe you but it didn’t help much as you reiterated to yourself that this was your doom.

“You know how you felt like you were out of control when you were power hungry? How you felt like you needed it. You remember how it was damn near impossible to get through to you? It’s going to be the same thing with her but worse. Our lineage is so much more different than yours. Our power dates back to the beginning of time... and she has her mother’s magic on her side. M-maybe I’m not meant to win this,”

Chase sat up in bed to hold your face in his hands, “And you have your coven sisters. Without Vienna and your late coven sister from back home, there’s still ten of you, not including yourself. Then there’s us, we’re gonna win this,” 

He gets a weird urge and climbs out of bed and grabs your phone to hand it to you, “Call your other sisters. We only have two days now, we need to figure out a plan,”

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“What do you mean she’s trying to take your power? Y/N, we took an oath,” Octavia spoke in disbelief

Everyone had met up in you and Mariah’s room. She was a deep sleeper so she had missed your conversation with Chase until you filled her in when the boys came over.

“Is it really that hard to believe? She’s always been secretive and always had a holier than though demeanor to her. Plus, when was the last time we’ve seen her, Tavia?,” her twin sister Ophelia countered.

“It makes sense,” Nyelah sat forward, “Frankie, the spiders, the centipedes, it all makes sense,” she turned to your coven sister, Frankie. Frankie hated conflict and she quite honestly hated the life of living the craft, but she was supportive no matter what.

“Why didn’t you guys say anything?,” Caleb folds his arms and leans against the door. 

“Well, we weren’t exactly supposed to let anyone know we were witches, to keep ourselves safe. But Tyler spilled and I guess in a way it was a good thing because we’ll need all the help we can get,” Juniper rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she pulled a grimoire out of her bag as did Frankie, knowing they wouldn’t get sleep and needed all the information they can get.

“So what do we do? She’s clearly not afraid to come to Y/N in her dreams, she’s showing her face now. So how do we stop her?,” Chase asks

“There’s no stopping her unless we kill her,” Blythe spoke gently. She was the mother of the group and the noble one. She knew the ins and outs of the craft way before any of you did. Sure your mothers taught you all, but her mother sent her away to a school of The Craft to properly prepare her past the limits of what only she was able to teach Blythe, “But Y/N, if you kill her... you will receive her and her mother’s power,”

“That’ll be too much for her to bear. Her body is pure, Blythe, it won’t hold up especially with her already ascending. There has to be another way,” Ivy came to your defense. 

“Why can’t one of us take her out? Or one of you?,” Pogue questions.

Blythe sighs and leans back in the chair shaking her head, “The one ascending has to be the one. She’ll be at her peak so she will be able to put up a good fight. There is no other way. Y/N is the one she’s after so only Y/N can stop her. We can help her fight Vienna but we can’t stop her. That’s the the way things work in our lineage,” 

Mariah gets up and starts pacing, you two were like two peas in a pod, she wouldn’t let you go down like this, especially at the hands of Vienna. 

“Frankie? Juni?,” Chase calls out for her, “You found anything interesting for Y/N to use?,”

Frankie closes the book and sighs deeply as if the information she was about to relay truly and deeply bothered her, “Yes but I don’t think any of my sisters are going to like it,” she looks around at you all. 

“Fran, whatever it is, spit it out,” Piper was the hothead and ready to bust some ass at any time.

Frankie was still stalling and Aurora snapped in her face, “Whatever it is, we will deal with it. We need to know, Fran,”

Frankie stands up and looks at you sorrowfully, “We’re gonna have to go back home..,” all your sisters gasped at the mention of their long forgotten home, neither of you spoke of it since you all got here almost two years ago, “We... we’re going to have to dig up Acacia’s remains,”

“What the fuck, why?,” Piper stands up in a flash, fists clenched, “We promised we would let her rest!,” Piper and Acacia were practically lovers. Though they were coven sisters and their parents came from the same coven, there was no blood connection.

“Pip...,” Blythe looked at her through her eyelashes, “I know what we promised. But if we don’t stop Vi, Y/N goes out just like Cacia if not worse,”

“Don’t,” Piper held out her finger, her cracked at the mention of Acacia’s death, “Don’t talk about her death. J-just-,” She tried her best to ‘forget’ Acacia and how she died, so all of this was opening a healing wound.

“I know it hurt!,” Mariah came to defense

“You don’t know shit!,” Piper yelled.

“Oh really? Because as if Acacia wasn’t important to me too? As if my best friend’s life isn’t on the line here?! Do you really want to lose another one of us, Piper?!,”

“How about we sit down and just let Frankie finish what the fuck she was trying to say?!,” Reid rolls his eyes.

“Yes! Please, guys. We already have to lose Vienna... let’s not make it Y/N too, she’s the main thing that keeps us going,” Octavia begs.

She was right. Everyone had their own purpose and personality in the coven. Octavia and Juniper were the resourceful ones, they could make anything out of nothing, Octavia was good with her hands and Juniper was good with her mind. Ophelia was the comic relief, she was the one that kept everyone laughing and constantly telling jokes. Nyelah and Aurora were quiet but they were hard asses when they needed to be, they were good at protection spells and doing anything they needed to keep you all safe. Frankie was the book worm and like stated, she hated the life of the craft but she took it seriously so she kept up on everything to make sure nothing fell out of line. Blythe, also like stated was the noble one. She was like the mother of the group, making sure everyone knew their spells, when and how to use them and the backlashes if used in vain, she kept everyone educated. Ivy was the eccentric one, she was very unconventional and kooky. Her mother taught her differently than the rest of you so she has a different outlook on the craft and offers unorthodox help if she feels like Blythe is being too hard on you all. Mariah was the sister everyone wanted and needed. If you were sick, she was there, money problems? she’s got you, need help with academics? oh she was well rounded in all subjects. Piper, clearly the hothead, liked to do her own thing and dared to be different, she was more on the darker side but she believed in the craft and what it stood for so that’s why she stayed. Her mother was more into the darker spells and what not so that’s what she grew up learning despite all of your mothers being from the same coven. Vienna was the distant one, she loved being along and though she took you in and cared for you, she liked going her own way and not asking for help. Acacia was like the little sister everyone wanted to protect, she was the innocent sweetheart that didn’t want to put up a fight to hurt anyone.

But you... you kept everyone together because of your positive attitude. You were always willing to put yourselves in harm’s way to protect the ones you love, some might call it dumb... but you called it selfless... which is why the next words came out of your mouth.

“Maybe we shouldn’t... maybe I shouldn’t fight Vi... let her win,”

“Absolutely not!,” - “Hell no!,” - “Are you fucking insane?,” was heard all around the room.

“There’s no discussion about this,” Blythe stood up, “Tyler, round up your truck, Caleb get your car and I’ll get mine. We leave in an hour,” Blythe spares Piper one last look before walking away but Piper wraps her hand around Blythe’s arm, stopping her.

“You do this and I will never forgive you,” Piper had hot tears rushing down her cheeks and you felt bad. But no one was standing for you dying, especially if it could be stopped.

“You don’t have to. I’m not looking for your forgiveness,” she snatches her arm out of Piper’s grasp, “I’m looking to keep my sister alive, no matter the cost. We all lost Acacia, this isn’t easy for any of us... But you and I knowing Acacia the most should know she’d be willing to let us do this if it meant keeping one of us alive,”

Acacia was selfless just like you that’s why you two got along so great. But Blythe knew her before anyone because they learned about the coven pretty much from birth and Piper knew her for well... obvious reasons.

“You don’t want this to happen then don’t come. But your forgiveness doesn’t have the same weight as our sister’s life right now,”

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The ride to Lock Haven was long but the ride to Acacia’s grave site was longer and more nerve wracking. You sat with Chase in the back of Blythe’s SUV and he was holding your hand, knowing you were scared and felt bad as Nyelah held Piper as she cried. She decided to come because sister’s don’t leave each other behind and she was trying to come to terms with the fact that this was the only way. 

Frankie was in the front reading to you all about how this would go. She had everyone else on the phone. Tyler, Reid, Pogue, and the twins were all in one car as Caleb and Mariah, Ivy, Juniper and Aurora were in his car and there was a three way call.

“You must dig up the remains of the resting sister. Though she is physically gone, her power will remain in her bones as she is now a part of the Earth. Once the resting’s bones are dug up, the ascending one must perform a summoning spell to gain the power of their resting to protect herself against the adversary,” Frankie read out loud and you gasped. You didn’t want to take another’s power.

“The resting one can consent to this summoning by willingly giving their power to the ascending one. The resting one does not offer up their power unless it is dire, meaning, power hungry savages can not take their power for the keeping,” 

Frankie turned around to look at both you and Piper to reassure you that Acacia will come alive in her form to be able to consent to this. You wouldn’t just be stealing them, she would be gifting them.

“And you said Y/N has to perform this spell at the first sight of the peaking sun?,” Caleb’s voice run through the car.

“Yes and call me crazy but I believe Acacia wanted us to find this way. She wanted Chase to make Y/N call us all so we can stop Vi. She was letting us know this was the right way,” Frankie says into the phone.

“Even in the afterlife she’s still putting others before herself,” Piper softly cried into Nyelah’s shoulder,

“It’s because she loves us, Pip. She wouldn’t want to live in the afterlife knowing she could help us stop this evil,” Ny tells her. 

You all still had a little over an hour before sun rise, so you all left at the perfect time. Octavia and Juni had their bag full of spell oils, herbs and candles to perform this correctly.

“We’re here,” Blythe puts the car in park and takes the keys out of the ignition, immediately jumping out, all of you following suit, “This way,”

This was a grave of your coven and those before you. Blythe lead you all to Acacia’s gravestone and Piper fell to her knees, “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers, “I’m so sorry this has to happen,” 

The boys had their shovels ready and once Ivy pulled Piper away, they began digging. The closer they got to Acacia’s coffin, the more the wind picked up.

“She’s welcoming us,” Juniper assured everyone, “They all are. They know we’re in a fight for the greater good,” 

Chase hit the coffin and they all swiped the dirt away before pulling the coffin up. Pogue and Caleb pried it open and there Acacia lied, still intact and beautiful somehow, even two years later. That’s how it was with your lineage, they never became worm’s food once laid down to rest. They remain intact because you all are already a part of the Earth. Her skin remained glowing that beautiful dark brown, hair still voluminous in her natural afro. You felt tears pool in your eyes.

Piper let out a loud sob and you wanted to back out of this. 

“Please let there be another way,” she pleaded, but Blythe helped them take her body out and lie her down in the circle of sage that Octavia had put for them. Frankie lit the candles and handed you the book that you set at your feet.

“Sisters...,” You looked down at the book to read the words, “While this is my mission, I need the power of the sisterhood to help raise the resting. Do you consent to this summoning?,” You first looked at Blythe and she took your hand

“Yes,” she firmly nods her head.

“Sister Ivy, do you consent to this summoning?,” you and Blythe asked at the same time. It continued until you all got to Piper.

“Sister Piper, do you consent to this summoning?,” you all spoke in unison.

She stood there staring at Acacia’s body. At first she shook her head before you all repeated yourself. 

“Please, don’t make me do this,” 

“Piper, please!,” Chase came up and begged, “I get it. L-losing a loved one hurts. I know you would never wish that hurt one anyone else so please. You don’t owe me shit,” His eyes welled with tears at the thought of losing you, “But Y/N... Y/N is your sister and I love her, you love her. We all love her. I know this is hard but we don’t need to lose anymore people,” 

Piper stared at him and saw how hysterical he was. She saw the fear in his eyes and it reminded her of her state when she found out Acacia had passed. As much as she wanted Acacia to rest, Chase was right, she wouldn’t wish that feeling on anyone. She looked back to Acacia then to you before wiping her tears and stepping up to take your hand as well as Ophelia’s. The sister circle was complete and you were ready.

“With the bones of Acacia Brown... I ask my resting sister to rise and help me in this time of trial and tribulation,” you began as you saw the faint glow of the sun rising.

“With the bones of Acacia Brown, we as our resting sister to rise and help Y/N in this time of trial and tribulation,” The other’s chanted after you. The boys stood far enough away to be out of the way but still had a clear view of what was happening. 

The wind and leaves started to blow in circles around you and the candles around you all lifted as Acacia’s body stood up right. You all kept chanting until her eyes flew open, blinding white orbs staring back as you all and the wind stopped blowing but the candles continued floating. 

You all dropped each other’s hands as Acacia started moving on her own.

“Sisters,” she greets with a smile, “My dear Piper,” she turned to Piper and Piper could have fainted. She got Acacia back just for her to lose her again.

“It’s really you,” Piper stepped into the circle and raised her hand to touch Acacia’s cheek, “I’ve missed you so much,” she wrapped her arms around Acacia and she lightly laughed.

“How do you miss someone who has never left you?,” She took Piper by her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

“Cacia, baby. You died,” Piper stated flabbergasted. 

“My flesh has died but my conscious and spirit are very much alive. I know you feel me when you’re going through hard times. I have never left you my love and I know this is hard, but we must help our sister,” Acacia held her face and kissed her lips passionately. As gross that it might seem that she was just dead, Piper didn’t give a damn and gave Acacia that last kiss she was never able to give her.

She pulled away from Piper and pressed her forehead to hers, “I love you. I am never gone. Remember that,” 

Piper tried her best not to cry as she returns to her spot in the circle. The boys watched from the side and realized how different your sisterhood dynamic really was.

“You’ve... brought.. guests? I knew you always had a thing for a little almond milk in your tea,” 

“Ever the jokester,” you laughed at her with tears in your eyes, “They’re like my brothers. Except for that one,” you pointed to Chase, “He’s my love,” 

“I can tell by the look in his eyes. Fear, pain. He doesn’t want to lose you,” her voice was low and smooth like navy blue velvet, “But I am here to help,” 

“It’s good to see you all,” She hugs them all one by one and the water works is a commonality between you all now, “I can see our sister Vienna had betrayed the ethics of the sisterhood and broken the oath. Word travels fast in the afterlife but I couldn’t get to you all as fast as I wanted to but the timing is just right,” she sighs and looks directly into your eyes.

“You haven’t ascended yet so having my powers might overwhelm your pure spirit but it will not be tainted as these powers are being gifted. You defeat Vienna, the universe will gift you her powers too and since you have mine, your body will be able to hold up. Your spirit will remain pure as you take in her evil power, but once it’s gifted, the evil vanishes,” she informs you all and you can hear everyone sigh in relief that your body will be able to handle the power once Vienna is defeated.

“Do not be afraid. Embrace the gift, it will treat your body well as long as you accept it with open arms and not fight it,” she adds.

You step in the circle with her while Blythe and Piper join hands to close the gap. Acacia takes your hands and smiles at you, “I know you are afraid. But please do not fear. Gaining power of a resting sister will not steer you wrong, you are safe. And just because you are gaining mine, doesn’t mean my spirit won’t still remain intact. You have me and our ancestors on your side now,” she squeezes your hands in reassurance. 

“Ancestors of the sisterhood, I, Acacia Brown, gift my sister, Y/N Y/L/N, my powers to help her in this time of trial and tribulation,” she chants until both of you are floating five feet off the ground. The sun is rising and once the sun hits both of you at a certain angle, a strong bolt of power shoots through your chest and it’s almost too much to take. 

It’s a burning sensation and you want to let go of Acacia’s hands but she tightens her grip on your hands, “Do not let go. Remember, embrace it. Don’t let it overwhelm you. Think of what you’re fighting for,” though all you could see was blinding white as the power was entering you, her voice rung through it all.

You took in her words and the white that you were seeing turned into visions of your sisters, you were fighting for them because if you didn’t fight for them, Vienna would go after them next and kill them for their power. Next you saw the boys, Reid, Pogue, Tyler and Caleb, you fought for them because they were family, you couldn’t give up. Last, you saw Chase and yourself. You were fighting for him because you couldn’t hurt him by losing this. You were fighting to keep the wonderful blessing the universe has given you.

You look up at the ombreing sky and gasp violently as your body now vibrated with new power. You’re brought back the ground and fall against Acacia’s chest. 

“You have been gifted. The sisterhood sees you doing great things with this power,” she holds your face to look down at you, at first she wore a smile, then it turned into a grimace you’ve never seen before, “Now defeat Vienna. She will pay for her betrayal to the sisterhood in the afterlife... and it will be worse than what you dish out to her,” 

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“She wants to meet at the barn,” You all sat in your room as you paced back and forth. Sure you had Acacia’s power now as well as your own and you were about to ascend but that didn’t ease the nerves. 

“We’re all gonna be there. We can fight but like Blythe said, you have to be the one to take her out,” Juniper tells you as she puts her coat one. It was almost time for you to meet Vienna to fight for your life. 

“Me and the guys will stay outside, around the perimeter. If the fight gets outside the barn she won’t be expecting us to be there. Just you all,” Chase notified you as you started walking to the cars. He was worried but wouldn’t let it show. He knew you were strong and wouldn’t doubt you, but the whole fact that you’re literally fighting to stay alive is what’s bothering him so much. Now he’s seeing how the other guys felt when he was in Vienna’s shoes. 

“We’ve got your back. Let’s just get this over with so she can pay,” Aurora practically yanked the door open as she got in the vehicle. 

The ride was shorter than normal, probably because you didn’t want to be doing this. It was raining and that made this ordeal more eerie. 

“Everyone is here for you. Just make it back to me okay,” Chase leaned his forehead against yours and kissed your lips. You let out a shaky breath as Blythe told you that it was almost thirty three minutes past ten. Happy birthday to you, right?

The girls followed you inside the barn and it was empty, or at least it seemed that way.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear sister Y/N. Happy birthday to yooou,” Vienna’s eerie voice rung through the cold, dark barn and you felt your chest ache from how hard your heart was beating.

She came into view and you all stood in a V formation with you in the front, “I would say ’and many mooore’ but ya know how this is gonna go so that’s seem pretty redundant, don’tcha think?,” she sat on stack of hay and smiled darkly at you all. 

“Why are you doing this?,” You asked. You tried to keep your voice steady and strong but fear got the better of you.

“You’re just shaking in your boots aren’t ya?,” she teased, “Brought the whole sister brigade. Even with you all, you can’t stop me. How do you think Acacia died?,”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!,” Piper shouts. 

“Oh you really think she died at the hands of others from gaining too much power? No no noo. She was being a selfish bitch so I took care of her. Figured if she wouldn’t give me her power then she shouldn’t have them either. So... I killed her aaand framed it as if someone else did it,”

You could hear Piper seething, fists clenching,

“Piper, keep steady,” Blythe tried to calm her down but Piper was a hothead after all. There was not calming her down after this.

“You fucking bitch!,” Piper swung her fist and a fiery blast was sent toward Vienna but she was gone.

“Got a be a bit faster than that, Pip,” You all turned around to see Vienna there with black orbs floating in her hands

It started pouring harder and the crescent moon started shining through the holes in the roof. You started to feel nauseous and you knew you were about to ascend.

“Aurora, Juniper, Ophelia, Mariah, and Ivy,- Protect Y/N!,” Blythe shouts over his shoulder. She could tell the ascension was happening without even having to look at you. 

Her, Frankie, Octavia, Piper and Nyelah started to fight Vienna as you screamed out in the air as you started to ascend. The other five had to keep Vienna from getting to you as it happened.

You had to keep in mind what you for fighting for, you couldn’t fight the power, you had to welcome it with open arms.

-------

“It’s happening,” Tyler tells the boys, “She’s ascending. Look at the moon,” 

They all looked up and saw the way the moon was almost a grey blue in the night sky. They could hear the screams inside the barn over the thunder.

“Get into position. It’s getting pretty loud in there,” Chase instructs.

They got into position, ready to fight just in case it came down to it. They weren’t going to let anything happen to you.

----

“You can’t stop me!,” Vienna sang as she was sending black orbs to everyone. Piper was doing her best to at least subdue Vienna with her dark magic but Vienna had so much power, Piper didn’t come close. No one did.

You fell to the ground with another painful gasp as you fully ascended.

“Birthday girl finally fucking ascended! I’ve been waiting for forever!,” Vienna swipes her arms in the air, knocking the other girls out of the way of you. 

You stood up straight and countered her attacks as she sent black masses your way, “You won’t win!,” you shout at her. The fighting was non-stop. Just when you would think you had her, she’d get you and vice versa. 

“I always win,” she flung you through the wall of the barn and you rolled outside. You groaned in pain as you looked up to see Pogue and Reid, “Y/N!,” they shouted. 

Vienna stepped out of the hole she created in the side of the barn and smiled even wider, “You really brought the lost white boys to fight me?, I thought you were smarter than that, sweetie pie,” 

By the time the boys sent a blast of power her way, she had stopped it before it even got close to her, sending it right back to them, knocking the wind out of them as they hit the trees

Chase stands in front of you, eyes pure black and yours pure white, “You picked the wrong girl to mess with,” Chase hadn’t used his power since that night he tried to take Caleb’s and that was a year ago, but he was right up there with Vienna almost.

“You think you can stop me from getting my sister’s power?,” she asks

“Can hardly call her your sister if you’re trying to kill her!,” 

“Think of it as mercy. Better me than any other hag down the line. I took you in my dear, Y/N,”

“Chase, Chase she’s right,” you stand up. You hold your side and look down to see blood, “She’s won,” you looked up at him and watch his eyes return to normal. 

“W-what do you mean?,”

All you did was kiss him and start walking away. He tried to stop you but you sent a blast of white energy his way. 

“Y/N, STOP!,” Everyone was outside now as you limped towards Vienna’s smiling, tall figure. 

“Please, Y/N/N, please!,” Mariah cried out, “Don’t do this,” 

Reid caught her as she ran to you, “It’s not over, Riah. Y/N’s got something up her sleeve,” he whispers in her ear. Blythe knows this too. But everyone else thinks you’re about to give yourself away.

You fall to your knees in front of her and cry out in pain. She places her hand on your forehead, pushing your head back, “Say the words, sweetie pie,” she called you that nickname when she took you in. After you parents disappeared, she was there to guide you into the sisterhood properly and she gave you that nickname. It was like a bad curse now to hear her say it. 

“I know it’s your birthday and all... but tell me you gift me your power- SAY IT!,”

She was so impatient, “I.. g-gift,” 

“Y/N no!,” Piper screams. She couldn’t let you go. Especially since Acacia’s powers were within you now. But Vienna didn’t know that. That’s how you used it to your advantage.

“Fucking. say. the words,” She grits through her teeth.

“I gift you.. Vienna Woods, absolutely... fucking ...nothing,” 

The smile on her face drops before she steps back kill you with one blast of energy until you put your hands up and nothing hits you. You open your eyes and see Acacia standing in front of you, she held her arms out as she held Vienna’s face tight in her grasp. 

“Cacia?,” her voice was laced with fear. You looked around and saw all your ancestors in the same stance as you and Acacia. You were controlling their movement. 

“You have me and our ancestors on your side now,” Acacia’s words echo in your mind. 

You stand up on your feet and your eyes shine brighter than ever.

“Vienna Woods. Traitor to the sisterhood,” you, Acacia and your ancestors all speak at the same time. Your sisters and the boys stare wide eyes at the scene before them

“Holy fucking shit!,” they all quite literally say in unison. 

“I-I’m.. I’m sorry!,” Vienna cried out as you lifted her into the air. 

“It’s a bit too late to apologize, don’tcha think, sweetie pie?,” your tone was mocking.

“P-please. ancestors! I’m sorry for lusting for more power! I-I’ll do better, I’ll pay for what I’ve done. Just please forgive me!,” Vienna pleaded.

“Oh, you’ll pay alright. There is no redemption for going against the sisterhood,” you all spoke. You clench your hands in the empty air as well as your ancestors and Acacia’s hands tighten around Vienna’s head. 

“You want to talk about mercy. I bet you wish I would place some on you right now,” Your hands continue to tighten around nothing but it causes Acacia’s to tighten around Vi’s head.

Vienna was screaming in pain and everyone else couldn’t do anything but stare wide eyed with jaws dropped. Mariah helped Chase stand up as you guided those to help you defeat Vi. 

“Please!,” she was screaming bloody murder.

“It’s a bit too late to beg for your life,” Your words only came out of Acacia’s mouth this time. Vienna almost shit herself as the same words she used on Acacia have now come full circle to be used on her, “You’re weak. You don’t deserve what the Earth and Universe has gifted you...,” 

Blood from Vienna’s head started dripping down her face, “No mercy will be placed on you in this life or the afterlife,” You and all your ancestors shout and you clench harder, making Vienna scream as loud as she could before squeezing her had to a pulp. Everyone could hear the cracking of her skull and the squelch of her brains as he body fell to the ground. You on the other hand are thrown back against the ground, back arching as you receive another wave of power. Your ancestors and Acacia all flow back into your spirit and you’re brought back to the real world. Breathing heavily as you lie down on the ground. 

Chase runs back over to you and holds you tight, “Don’t scare me like that ever again, you hear me,” he holds your face and looks directly into your eyes. 

You cry as you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, “That was a lot to handle,” You cry into his shoulder.

“I know, but I am so proud of you. We all are. You did it,” 

Everyone gathered around you and hugged you as you did what you had to do. They know it was overwhelming, defeating someone as close to you as Vienna was hard, you never in a million years would have thought this night would happen.

“Let’s burn the body and get back to campus to properly celebrate your birthday, yeah?,” Blythe cracks a smile and helps you up. She rarely smiled but she was like a proud mother in this moment.

“Please! Cause this shit was wild. I need a fucking drink,” Juniper sighs.

“I second that!,”

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It was dark and cold as Vienna woke up. She didn’t know where she was.

Then everything became illuminated with a red glow and the place she was in grew hot. 

“H-hello?,” she calls out and her voice echos, “Where am I?,” she holds herself and looks around.

“The realm of punishment for traitors to the sisterhood,” Acacia appears in front of her. 

“Cacia,” Vi stand up and tries to hug her but she steps away.

“I am not here for a reunion. I am here to let our ancestors know who dared lust for more power and break a soul binding oath,” 

All their ancestors appear once again.

“This is the place you will spend the rest of eternity. Torture will never end. Your screams will never be heard,” 

Vienna’s mother comes up and shakes her head before placing her hand on her forehead, forcing her back down to her knees.

“Mom, please. I’m sorry,” Vienna cried. 

“You are a disgrace to the sisterhood and for that you will pay,” 

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