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Written by Irritated Penguin

Witch, 95

“I still believe that re-connecting the two clans so suddenly is a radical step.”

“And I still believe it is a necessary one.”

“I did not say it wasn’t necessary. Merely that it is radical. There will be friction.”

“There is friction now.”

“Clearly.”

“Must we go in further circles, Amaryllis?”

“No. You did not let me finish. I am willing to attempt your plan.”

The forest erupted in music as Amaryllis said that, and Ron was completely shocked. She’d been so completely against a full reintegration of the clans just yesterday, and now suddenly she’d agreed to it. Had going to see the thing in the cave really been that convincing for her?

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Witch, 93

“They’ll be here any minute.”

“Yeah, I can hear them coming.”

“Yes, they’re quite loud, actually.”

“In all senses of the word, yes. Speaking of which, can we trust the centaurs not to clomp through the garden or should I go tell them not to step on Howie’s shoots?”

“I think we can trust Estelle to know better than to disrespect our garden.”

“I think so too,” Ron admitted, stroking the table to calm it down. Everyone was going to be getting here for the meeting soon. Their family was already here, standing by the house and waiting. Ron could hear the faeries approaching from the east and west, at the same speed and distance. They must be able to sense each other, and of course neither of them wanted to arrive first and be made to wait.

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Witch, 89

“Two months.”

“One.”

“Six weeks?”

“You were unsure about trying for one month before.”

“I know, but I still want to try.”

“Okay. We can do six weeks, but you’ll only have the pod in on alternating days.”

Ron thought about that for a second, looking at the clay cage in James’s hand. “Only if you spank me on all the non-pod days.”

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Witch, 88

“You ready?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

“It’s a little late for me not to be sure.”

“That doesn’t mean you are.”

“I am.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Ron said, leaning against a tree while he waited. It was an old tree, tall and strong, and it was holding Ron with its song.

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Others, 24

Jay was so fucking nervous.

There wasn’t even any reason to be nervous, but that had never stopped him. Like, Tana and his mom and James and Ron all liked Tanner just fine, and that was most of his family who approved of his choices, so it didn’t really matter if his grandmother didn’t like him, which she probably would, but even if she didn’t, it wouldn’t really mean anything that serious. Because Grandma also wasn’t some crazy person who would tell Jay to stop dating Tanner just because she didn’t like him.

But still, he was worried, because what if she didn’t like him? She may not have been crazy, but she also wouldn’t keep it a secret. She’d had basically like the perfect marriage to Grandpa before he’d died and Jay kind of figured that was how all relationships should go and he didn’t think his relationship with Tanner was like theirs. She might make Tanner feel bad. And if she did that, Tanner might decide to spend less time with Jay, and he might break up with Jay, and Jay might be lonely again, not that he’d been particularly lonely before, but now that he knew what having a boyfriend was like, he kind of didn’t want to not have one again.

Written by Irritated Penguin

Witch, 82

“Thank you for having me.”

“Anytime. You’re welcome to stay if you want.”

“No, I should return home and check on the garden.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

“Right. We’ll be there.”

“I should hope so, it’s your wedding.”

James chuckled. “We wouldn’t want to miss that, you’re right.”

“Not at all,” Ron agreed, trying to stand still. It had been a very, very long day. “We’re looking forward to it.”

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Witch, 81

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have everything?”

“We didn’t come here with anything.”

“That’s not entirely true.”

“Well, I have my sword and all my clothes.”

James nodded. “Me too.” He bit his lip. “Give me your sword for a second?”

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Witch, 80

“Are you okay?”

“I am well.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am.”

“It would be okay if you weren’t.”

“I am.”

“It’s just me, Estelle,” Ron said, walking beside her. He was talking quietly, so Miguel and James wouldn’t overhear. They were walking through the woods to the cave where they’d fought the demon. Josephine and Spike and Daffodil were with them, and a few of the other centaurs were flanking them at a distance. Ron didn’t think they were in any danger, but they were under guard anyway.

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Witch, 79

“That didn’t take long.”

“Did you think it would?”

“I guess. I figured there’d be a ceremony or something.”

“There was.”

“Yeah. I guess it was just short.”

“Centaurs aren’t that interested in long ceremonies.”

“Just long banquets.”

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Witch, 77

Nobody Is All Powerful, and Those Who Think They Are Tend to Underestimate the Little Guy Ao3 Link — “Are you okay?” “I’m fine. Are you?” “Yeah. I think so.” “Okay. Grandma and Spike?” “They’re standing.” “Okay.” James took a breath, blinking his eyes open as Ron helped him stand. The screaming had receded a […]