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RJBeary | Author ✍🏾📚
@rjbeary.bsky.social
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✨Queer romantic fantasy writer ✨🌈📚 💙📚
Professional binge watcher 📺
Tiktok: @authorrjbeary
Website: https://raebeary.wordpress.com/
Sometimes I write short stories: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/rae-beary/

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From Lavon's Covenant: For this scene, I asked myself, what's a mortal experience so ridiculous that if explained, even witches would think it was crazy? The answer: Space Jam.
💙📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writingcommunity
“It’s kind of like basketball,” Ivan explains, glancing at Coop for confirmation, who nods enthusiastically. “Two teams compete to score by getting the ball in each other’s goals. But with magic, the goal teleports around the court, so you have to use spells to anticipate where it’s going to be and time your plays perfectly. It’s fast, unpredictable, and intense.” Coop chimes in, turning to me with a grin, his hands full of what looks like popcorn but, as Ivan had informed me, was actually the popped bones of a sea serpent’s spine—explaining the faint green tint. “Ooh, Lavon, Telegoal is like real-life Space Jam when you add magic,” he says, nudging me, as if trying to lift the mood. “What in mortal hell is Space Jam?” Demaria asks, her tone sharp with skepticism, like she can’t decide if the concept is too ridiculous or too intriguing to ignore.
August 6, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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From Lavon's Covenant: Lavon and Kai have ✨chemistry✨
💙📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #queerwriters #writingcommunity #friendstolovers 🌈📚
My shoulders relax as I scan over the chemistry equations, and I settle into the familiar rhythm of organizing our supplies. My hands move on their own, separating beakers and test tubes, labeling everything neatly—mostly for Kai’s sake. He watches with his chin propped on his hand, clearly unbothered that I’ve taken the reins and am about to get very bossy. “I love it when you tell me what to do,” he says in an exaggerated, ruttish tone, batting his eyes at me. I roll mine, but when I point to the goggles and gloves and tell him to suit up, he smirks, leans closer, and murmurs just loud enough for me to hear, “Are you this forceful when telling someone to undress?” I forget myself and smirk back. “Are you trying to find out?” He places a gloved hand over his heart, pretending to swoon while dramatically wiping his goggles. “Don’t tease me, Lavon.”
August 5, 2025 at 12:01 PM
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I didn't have positive, so here's certain.
From Lavon's Covenant: Lavon's mom is using Uncle Sterling and the amplifier as a cautionary tale. Dad...not so much.
💙📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writingcommunity #bvm
Dad strides into the dining room carrying a steaming casserole dish of shredded chicken smothered in homemade queso, his glasses half-fogged from the heat and a pleased smile spreading across his face. “You know, I think Maynard tried to steal it for political gain, so Sterling stashed it away,” he says, lifting a knowing brow—the one he always uses when he’s certain he’s right. Mom glares at him, her lips pressing into a tight line. “The point is,” she says sharply, her words clipped, “Sterling decided it was too dangerous and destroyed it.” Dad sits across from me, raising his palms in surrender before making a zipper motion over his lips. Then, when mom isn’t looking, he leans toward me conspiratorially as he piles my plate with chicken, whispering, “Or he hid it.”
August 5, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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For writing time today we’re going back to basics
August 4, 2025 at 5:09 PM
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From Lavon's Covenant: Lavon seeks more information about his mysterious uncle from the Council of Cousins. #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writingcommunity #bvm 💙📚
Dares: Sterling was a genius! Highly accomplished in both science and magic. Me: So, why has no one heard of him? Dares: Maynard’s jealousy! Alexina: He scrubbed Sterling’s name from the witch world as much as he could. Seven: Most of the spells in the family spellbook are actually Sterling’s. Alexina: And some mainstream ones, too. Danielle: The Hush Little Baby spell that’s trending on MomWitchTok? Totally Sterling’s. Just colonized. Hanna: Lavon, I don’t know how your mom raised you without powers. When my baby cries, I just tap both eyes and her nose while singing, and she’s out like a light.
August 3, 2025 at 1:01 PM
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I've posted this from Lavon's Covenant before, but it's honestly so funny. #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #bvm #queerwriters #writingcommunity 💙📚
“You know—” We both freeze when the door to the courtyard opens, and Coop’s voice rings out. “I’m sitting outside with the rest of the student body, minding my business, when I happen to glance up from my taco over at this open window—” He gestures dramatically toward the nearly floor-to-ceiling windows that line the hallway. “—and see you two engaged in magical battle!” I facepalm. Romantic entanglements really do make you stupid. “Coop, can you take care of it?” I ask, the words practically sighing themselves out of me. “I can’t stop time and force the entire school to drink an amnesia potion, Lavon,” he deadpans.
August 2, 2025 at 1:01 PM
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I didn't have cheat, so here's ✨betray✨
From Lavon's Covenant: Mr. Baez's advice is "don't let 'em see you sweat." (this is also my formal apology to the state of Kentucky 😅)
#WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #bvm #writingcommunity 💙📚
Maynard’s attention returns to me, his frown deepening into a permanent groove. “You’ll serve your time at the Correctional School for Delinquent Witches for twenty days…until your eighteenth birthday. After which, you will be transferred to a witch correctional facility to serve twenty years.” My heart pounds like a hammer against my chest. Mr. Baez’s warning not to let them see me sweat rings in my ears, but my body betrays me. A bead of sweat forms on my temple as panic overwhelms me. “And once you’ve completed your sentence,” Maynard continues with cold precision, “you’ll be released, stripped of your magic, and exiled to Kentucky.” “Kentucky?” Councilwoman Donners blurts, raising a brow. “There’s nothing magical in Kentucky,” Councilman Morris intones gravely.
August 1, 2025 at 1:01 PM
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💙📚 From Coop's Sidequest: And they were ✨ roommates ✨ #WIPSnips #amwriting #queerwriters #writingcommunity #enemiestolovers #roommateswithbenefits 🌈📚
I sigh. “You don’t have to say anything right now. We can drop the whole thing if you want,” I offer as I stand from the bed, letting my sheets fall from around my waist. Ivan watches me this time as I gather my clothes from the floor and redress. It’s silent for a long moment. Just me with my back to Ivan, pretending I don’t feel him watching me. “If we do this,” he starts, words weighted and slow to come, “it would be…” “Casual,” I finish for him. “Of course.” “Like stress relief,” I add. “Something to take the edge of.” “Roommates with benefits,” Ivan says as if trying out the phrase on his tongue. I grin. “I split the rent, and I’m a good lay. How lucky are you?”
July 31, 2025 at 1:00 PM
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From Coop's Sidequest: Magic requires focus and exercise. Mr. Baez demonstrates with a little live, laugh, love. Coop just wants his dad to stop being embarrassing 💙📚 #WIPSnips #writingcommunity #queerwriters #bvm #amwriting
He lowers himself into a squat and focuses in on one of the decorative rocks on our lawn. Dad found them at a craft store one day and they say “Live. Laugh. Love.” Them combined with the pink flamingos lined along the driveway make our yard look so mortal, it’s disarming. He lifts the rock while inhaling and lowering further into the squat, legs widening but sturdy. He lowers it on the exhale as he rises. He inhales again, grunting this time as he squats. I glance around the slowly brightening neighborhood, hoping the streets are still empty. Not because I’m worried about people see our magic, but because I don’t want anyone to see my dad squatting and grunting. “Can you please stop that?” I ask, covering part of my face with my hand, voice lowered into almost a whisper.
July 30, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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From Lavon's Covenant: Some of Lavon's rogue magic turns into a scene from The Birds. 💙📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #bvm #writingcommunity #queerwriters
The spark leaps from my finger like a rogue firework, missing the rock entirely—and instead landing on a bird pecking at crumbs nearby. In an instant, that bird becomes two, then four, then eight, then… well, let’s just say the courtyard quickly fills with a flurry of squawking, flapping birds. People start screaming and ducking as the birds dive-bomb, pecking at anything they see.
July 4, 2025 at 11:18 PM
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From Lavon's Covenant: Kenly is a perfectly normal mortal girl. Exactly what Kai deserves. That's what Lavon thinks. No matter how he feels about Kai. 💙📚 #wipsnips #amwriting #amquerying #writingcommunity #bvm #queerwriters #friendstolovers 🌈📚
When he finally looks at me, I keep my brow raised, waiting for more. He sighs heavily, tossing the daisy aside. “Don’t get me wrong. She’s nice. She’s normal. She hasn’t made a single joke about eating me.” “And…?” I prompt, rolling onto my stomach and propping myself up on my elbows. Kai frowns, the crease between his brows deepening as he watches the daisy tumble away in the breeze. “You don’t like her,” he says quietly, his voice tinged with frustration. I let out a sharp exhale, guilt tugging at my chest. “Ignore me,” I say, waving off his concern. “I’m hardheaded, judgmental, and resistant to change. I’m basically a crotchety old man trapped in a teenager’s body.” I force a grin. “Kenly is…perfect and normal.”
July 3, 2025 at 5:30 PM
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I didn't have yesterday, but I did have tomorrow.
From Coop's Sidequest: Coop is hurting, but he's also learning not to lash out at the people he loves. Save that for therapy 💙📚 #wipsnips #amwriting #queerwriters #enemiestolovers 🌈📚
Ivan’s eyes follow me. “Where are you going?” he asks. “Lavon and I are going to a bar,” I say. I surprise myself when a quip about being surprised he cares about my comings and goings is the second thing to pop into my head. I don’t even feel the urge to say it out loud. I can’t punish Ivan for moving on when I pushed him away. I’m gonna complain about it for the entire ninety minutes of my therapy session tomorrow, but I’m not going to lash out.
July 3, 2025 at 12:18 AM
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From Lavon's Covenant: If Lavon is going to lose his powers, it's going to be on his own terms. By tellng the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. 💙📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writingcommunity #queerwriters #bvm
The letter is smudged, its once-crisp lines blurred by furious scribbles and tearstains—rebel drops that escaped no matter how tightly I clenched my jaw. Words like “I miss you” and “I tried” bleed together, but the essence remains: my full, signed confession. The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. If Uncle Maynard’s sentence ends with me stripped of my magic, what’s the point of secrets anymore? At least this way, I lose my powers on my own terms.
June 30, 2025 at 4:43 PM
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Ivan: sunshine and sass
Lavon: would like to be unconscious again
An Odd Couple moment from Lavon’s Covenant 💙📚
#WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #grumpysunshine #queerwriters #writingcommunity 🌈📚
Morning breaks with a skull-rattling clang. Chimes blare from somewhere outside, their churchy reverb vibrating every surface in the room. Groaning, I throw the blanket over my head, but the noise refuses to let me drift back into oblivion. Soft footsteps shuffle across the room. The metallic screech of curtain rings sliding open cuts through the air like nails on a chalkboard, and sunlight pours in so brightly I feel it through my blanket. “Rise and shine!” Ivan chirps with far too much energy. “Fuck off,” I grumble, my voice muffled by the fabric. A low whistle follows. “Wow. Does everyone in the mortal realm talk like that?” My mattress dips as he climbs onto my bed like we’ve been lifelong friends.
June 29, 2025 at 12:23 AM
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From Lavon's Covenant: Headmaster Greenwood is known for making deals, and Lavon is desperate to get back to the mortal realm. Back to Kai. 💙📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #writingcommunity #queerwriters #bvm
Our attention shifts to the previously closed door, now swung open to reveal Headmaster Greenwood. He stands in the doorway, clad in a perfectly tailored grey suit and shiny black wingtip shoes that click ominously on the stone floor as he steps inside and shuts the door behind him. “Is this all to show for that spell?” he asks, sniffing at the crystal ball behind me before turning back to Astevan with an expression of disapproval. “How was I supposed to know it wouldn’t lead him to the amplifier?” Astevan retorts, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. Greenwood responds by rolling his neck, cracking it to one side as he grinds his teeth. They bicker like siblings, and I wince. “Of course not. Didn’t you hear the boy? He doesn’t want this. He wants to be normal,” Greenwood replies, placing his hands on my shoulders and smiling down at me. The expression is meant to be comforting, but it comes across like the slippery, slithering smile of a snake—though not the kind you’d find in the mortal realm; those don’t smile. “Lavon, you aren’t like the other witches here. You belong in the mortal realm. I can convince your uncle to send you back.”
June 27, 2025 at 5:42 PM
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From Lavon's Covenant: Lavon doesn't fight girls, and Kenly doesn't back down from a challenge. 💙📚 #WIPSnips #queerwriters #amwriting #amquerying #writingcommunity #bvm
Kenly giggles, flipping her golden blonde hair over her shoulder like she’s the queen of the world. “I should’ve known.” She shakes her head, her smile widening. “Half-mortal, half-assed powers.” She gestures with both hands, like symbolizing two sides of the same coin. “I don’t hit girls,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. Kenly laughs like it’s the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard. I roll my shoulders back, standing tall despite being painfully average height, and adjust my glasses, which have shifted crooked in the chaos. “Don’t get me wrong,” I continue, dusting off my shirt, “if I wanted to fight you, I would.” “Prove it,” she challenges, her voice sharp as she stomps her foot. With a low, rumbling groan, the floor beneath me swells into waves, each one crashing into the next with increasing force. I’m tossed upward, slamming into the ceiling before gravity pulls me back down, and the ground shudders beneath me as I scramble to stay upright.
June 26, 2025 at 11:42 PM
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I didn't have theme, so here's subject.
From Lavon's Covenant: Coop is all of us. Fed up with Lavon's pettiness and emotional repression. SAY SOMETHING! 💙📚 #WIPSnips #queerwriters #friendstolovers #queerromance #bvm 🌈📚
“Sooo…” Coop starts, clearly feeling the building tension. “How are things going with Kenly? Does she have any hot friends?” Kai’s lips twitch like he’s trying to fight back a smile, but it’s a losing battle. He glances at me from the corner of his eye before continuing, “Things are good. We’re having fun.” His voice is casual, but there’s hesitation. “We went go-karting after pizza last night…” He trails off, realizing mid-sentence what he’s saying. His gaze darts to me before he quickly drops the subject, busying himself by poking at his food. Across the table, Coop gives me a pointed look—Say something, his expression demands. It’s as if he’s daring me to let Kai share the story without making things weird. I meet Coop’s gaze with a glare, my face twisting into a scowl. Coop narrows his eyes, his silent insistence unwavering. He gives a sharp nod toward Kai, who’s either blissfully unaware of our wordless argument or painfully conscious of it. I shake my head stubbornly and bite into my burger. Coop’s expression darkens. Without a word, he shifts and kicks me under the table. Hard. “Shit. Fine,” I snap, nearly choking on my bite.
June 25, 2025 at 4:07 PM
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From Coop's Sidequest: You ever get so annoyed by a guy's silk robe you physically undress him in protest? No? Just Coop?

Cool cool cool. 🌈📚
💙📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #queerwriters #enemiestolovers
Ivan glances down at the shortest robe I’ve ever seen. It’s made of black and red silk and only comes halfway down his thighs. The top was either made to show off his chest or his chest is just so beefy it can’t be contained by mere silk. It makes a perfect V, splitting down his chest and torso to expose his rich tawny skin and dark chest hair that makes a trail over his abs and below the literal belt of this silk atrocity. “What kind of robe is that?” I demand, pointing a deft hand at it. He looks up, almost sheepish, as he smooths his hands over it as if it weren’t already steamed to perfection. “It’s my kimono,” he says. “It’s a good way to get your ass kicked in your own house,” I say. “Yeah, it made Lavon mad too.” He scrunches up his face and inspects the sleeves. “Maybe it’s the color. You guys are like bulls.” I stand up, stepping over my controller to stride over to him. “Take it off,” I say. He rolls his eyes, closing the textbook. “Fine. I’ll go change.” I shake my head. “You don’t listen. I said—” I grip the damn silk belt, neatly tied at his waist, and in one swift movement, I pull. “—Take. It. Off.” I twist the belt in my hands as the kimono falls open, revealing exactly where that treasure trail leads. At the same time, Ivan’s jaw unhinges, a red tint to match the robe, staining his cheeks.
June 12, 2025 at 12:16 AM
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From Lavon’s Covenant: Coop gets a little too excited about Lavon’s magic win in class. Naturally, he deflects by putting on a show and shaming the mortals for their lack of enthusiasm for the sciences. Classic Coop. 💙📚 #wipsnips #amwriting #amquerying #bvm #queerwriters
Slowly, I lower my hand, and the beakers follow, gently touching down onto the tabletop without a sound. “No way,” I whisper, staring at my hand as if it’s suddenly holding the secret to this new, impossible control. “Hell yeah!” Coop cheers, pumping his fist so loudly it snaps me out of the moment. His outburst shatters whatever enchantment was keeping the class oblivious. Heads turn, and even Kai leans over my shoulder, curious to see what the fuss is. Not missing a beat, Coop pumps his fist again. “Let’s hear it for Chemistry! Woo!” he shouts, clapping his hands and glancing around as if expecting the class to join in. One kid in the back half-heartedly claps at first, but his lab partner yanks his hands down, and Coop is left cheering alone. Undeterred, Coop surveys the room with a look of grave disappointment. “You people have zero enthusiasm for the sciences,” he says, sighing deeply as he points around the room. “And frankly? It’s disappointing. Shame.”
June 9, 2025 at 10:10 PM
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Had to get off the internet and escape to nature to reset my mind, body, and soul for a little while
An outdoor walking path along a pond An outdoor walking trail beneath a canopy of trees
June 8, 2025 at 7:38 PM
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For ✨glare✨ I had to share a snip from Coop's Sidequest.
Is it two guys fighting about pizza? Or a shift in power dynamics and underlying sexual tension? I'll let you decide.
🌈📚 #wipsnips #amwriting #queerwriters #enemiestolovers 💙📚
We sit down at our usual booth, and the owner automatically sends over a pizza with a flick of her wrist and a wink. Ivan and I immediately dig in, elbowing each other as we both go for the same cheesy slice with bacon that looks like it’s glistening with magic. I glare at him and nudge him out of my way. To my surprise, he nudges me back and takes the slice for himself. Oh. Okay, bet. I wave my hand and slide his plate from in front of him and put it firmly in front of me. I reach for the slice, but my hand is struck with something sharp. A fork. I hiss and hold my hand to my chest, glaring at Ivan as he lowers his hand and with it, the fork, back to the table. He grabs the pizza and takes a big bite with a satisfied sigh.
June 8, 2025 at 3:59 PM
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From Lavon's Covenant:
Lavon wants to explore his culture through magic. Coop thinks casting a spell written in an unknown language from a sentient spellbook isn't the best idea. #WIPSnips #queerwriters #amwriting #amquerying 🌈📚

Read the whole scene here 💙📚 raebeary.wordpress.com/2025/06/07/e...
After a short but spirited back-and-forth, Coop and I agree I won’t attempt the spell until we at least figure out what language it’s written in. A quick Google search later, we discover it’s Yoruba, a West African language. Coop’s tense expression softens slightly, though he still keeps a safe distance from the spellbook, as if it might lunge at him. “I mean, that tracks,” he says. “I do most of my spells in Spanish.” To demonstrate, he holds out his hand and recites aloud, “Necesito una mano.” Another hand sprouts out of his forearm, identical to his right hand. He smirks and high-fives it with his left.
June 7, 2025 at 3:36 PM
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I didn't have avenue, so here's street from Lavon's Covenant.
Call it magic, call it intuition, but either way, Lavon knows Kai is in trouble. 🌈📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #bvm #queerwriters
The sun dips low, casting long shadows across the street, and the air has cooled since the afternoon. My chin rests heavily on my hand, my face pinched in thought. The glass reflects my frown back at me, but my focus stays on Kai until he disappears around the corner. It’s only after he’s gone that it hits me. A shiver courses through my body, sudden and cold, like icy fingers gripping my spine. I straighten in my chair, instinctively checking the window. The latch is secure, the seal unbroken. There’s no draft. Still, the sensation lingers, burrowing deep. My reflection stares back at me, my brow furrowed. My heart races in my chest, each beat loud and unsteady. I press a hand over my sternum, trying to steady myself, but the thud, thud, thud only grows louder. Kai.
June 6, 2025 at 10:24 PM
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Switching it up and sharing a snip from Coop's Sidequest.
Coop is at his breaking point, and that point is Ivan in a frilly apron. The headache is immediate, and his feelings are messy. 🌈📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting 💙📚 #queerwriters
“Oh, wait.” Ivan steps back from the counter and points at himself. A ring of lavender magic sweeps his body, leaving a pink floral and white lace apron tied around his waist. I gawk at it, lips twisted in a way that can only be described as disgust. He fluffs the apron then looks up at me with that damn grin. “Ready,” he says. I cover my face with my hand, staving off a headache. I feel it coming. It’s right behind my eyes, it’s throbbing, and its name is Ivan. “What the hell is that?” I ask into my palm. “It’s an apron,” he explains like I’ve never heard of one. “I mean, why is it on your body?” “It’s like what Donna Reed would wear,” he says. That’s it. As if that explains everything, and I should just get it.
June 5, 2025 at 11:07 PM
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From Lavon’s Covenant: Lavon is supposed to be on a mission to dismantle the magic system, not make awkward dorky sounds because Kai smiled at him 🤦🏾‍♀️
🌈📚 #WIPSnips #amwriting #amquerying #queerwriters #bvm 💙📚
I’m practically winded by the time I finish, my chest tight as I catch my breath. “But we’re on a mission to figure it out,” I add, trying to sound casual, even though I know how serious this is. I watch his face closely, waiting for the worry to set in, but instead, I see that familiar spark in his eyes—the one he’s had since we were kids, dreaming about secret missions and superpowers. As predicted, Kai gasps and sits up, his eyes wide with excitement. “There’s a mission?” he whispers, voice already lowered like we’re sharing some top-secret intel. It’s like he didn’t even process the rest of what I said. I nod, and he smirks. “And you’re breaking protocol by having super-secret middle-of-the-night calls just the two of us?” His tone is playful, but there’s something deeper there, sending a shockwave through my system that makes me shiver and swallow down a sound that’s halfway between a teenage voice crack and a groan usually reserved for really good barbecue.
June 2, 2025 at 1:25 PM