Hic Sunt Dracones

Betty/Jughead: Sex Pollen

Things to know before you read about this specific universe: You don't have to read the series to get what's going on (though I totally encourage you to check it out!), but here are the basics. Betty is a witch. The southside Serpents are werewolves. This is set somewhere book 2/season 2. In my universe, Sweet Pea and Jughead are living in a trailer together. That should about do it. Happy reading!-

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"So, what is this magical flower we're looking for again?" Jughead asked, scratching his head through his beanie and squinting up through leaves in the forest. The dappled light on his face shifted as he tilted his head, and for a second, Betty had the urge to draw him or memorialize him in this moment. She leaned against a tree, humming to herself, toeing off her Toms to dig her feet into the soft moss below her. Jughead caught her movements, raising an eyebrow, but his wolfish smile wasn't judging.

"It's not a magical flower," Betty corrected, "It's a flower for my potion, and then that will make it magical. You should know this." She said, trying not to sound frustrated. She wasn't, not really. She had told him this yesterday after school when she'd announced this trip into the woods, but Juggie- like every other male on the planet- had an unfortunate habit of only half-listening.

"I could," Jughead said, his grin widening, "But why would I take the time to do that when I have you and Sweet Pea ready, at a moment's notice, to parrot back some old-as-dirt explanation?"

Betty rolled her eyes, turning around and continued searching.

"Seriously, though, it's just regular old yarrow. Same stuff I could probably get at a plant nursery."

"Well, why aren't we there?" Jughead asked, jogging up beside her, "Not that I don't love forests-,"

"Yeah, you know, for being a werewolf, you sure do hate them something strange." Betty mused.

"I hate outdoors on principal. We could go to Menards. It has all the things of society; AC, plants labeled where you can easily find them, maybe even a vending machine with a cold Coke."

"Yarrow straight from the earth will work better," Betty said empathetically, "And since I'm putting this potion on people, I'd prefer it to be 100% good, not just like 78% good," Betty said with hand motions to show the difference of the two, "Wouldn't you?"

Jughead made a 'meh' sound, having found a long stick and was tapping it against the trunks absentmindedly. Betty had half a mind to make some joke about dogs and fetching sticks, but Jughead seemed to realize this first and all but threw the stick past him. He was blushing red when he met Betty's eyes.

"Faster we find this, faster we go home." Betty just decided to go with. She recalled her transition to a witch and how strange it all was, all at once. She had seen quite a few go through the first weeks of being a werewolf. She imagined it was an even stranger feeling to have one's body shifting around all the time. She didn't want to make it worse for Juggie than it, inevitably, already was.

"Yep, sure. Remind me what it looks like?" Jughead stuck his hands in his jacket pocket but looked honestly interested in the task.

"This," Betty replied, having loaded a picture of the little white-and-yellow flowered plant as her makeshift background. Jughead took the phone from her, scrolling in, tongue pressing on the inside of his cheek.

"Huh, sorta pretty," He said in mild surprise.

"Yes, and it should be around here. Had I thought about it, I would have given you the scent and we would have been out of here in seconds," She sighed. Jughead just shrugged.

They scoured the ground in relative silence for a couple of moments, and Betty was about to think that Sweet Pea was completely wrong about this location until Jughead called her over.