#Hermione Lodge imagine

[alexandra-emerson]

‘One Day at a Time’ Missing Scene 1

I’ve been writing missing scenes for ODAAT as I edit the original novel version of the story, just for something to break up the monotony of editing and formatting. Here’s the moment when Harry first blurted out that he loved Hermione.

Harry was supposed to be watching the telly. What if she wanted to discuss the movie at the end? He would have nothing to say. He hadn’t been paying attention. Instead, he’d been sneaking glances at her. He hadn’t even been listening—his head was too crowded with thoughts of her to properly focus.

Had she always been this pretty? Her smooth, tawny skin mixed with dark curls, full lips—which were currently curved into a smile, causing his own lips to quirk up—and those large, knowing eyes of hers … damn, she was perfect. And he’d missed it for nearly a decade.

Well, perhaps the Hogwarts years didn’t count. No one was particularly good looking at those ages. Then there was the war. He was probably allowed a pass for that year. But then … a whole year had passed and he hadn’t noticed how perfect she was. Until one day, he saw it, and he couldn’t stop noticing.

She laughed softly and turned to him. “Funny, yeah?”

He nodded dumbly, realized his mouth was hanging open, like a troll’s, and promptly closed it. “Erm, yeah.” He smiled, and she returned it, causing his heart to flutter.

She focused back on the screen, and so did he, trying to calm his heart before he did something embarrassing, like have a heart attack. Something funny happened, or he supposed it did—he still wasn’t paying attention—because she laughed again. His eyes found her face again.

Then, before he realized what he was doing, he blurted, “I’m in love with you.”

Holy shit. He’d been thinking about telling her for weeks now but not like this. Not on a Tuesday. (As if there was some ideal day to blurt out that you loved your best friend.) Fuck, he was an idiot. 

And yet … it was bound to come out sooner or later. The weight of his feelings had become so large and was just getting heavier the longer they spent together, he’d reached the point where he could no longer hold onto them. And now she knew. Or did she?

She hadn’t moved since his confession. She was just watching the screen, the lights flashing across her perfect face, as if nothing had happened.

Had he told her? Or had he just imagined that? Should he say it again? Should he ask her if she’d heard him?

Or was this her answer? “I don’t feel the same. Let’s just pretend this never happened.”

Something sharp lodged itself in his chest, messing with his breathing. He’d pictured this scene so many times, but his brain had never taken him farther than the “telling her how he felt” part. Shit. Why hadn’t he imagined the next part? He was woefully unprepared for this and for some reason, the “just wing it and do what feels right” strategy that had always served him well was completely failing him.

He was still sitting there, opening and closing his mouth like an idiotic fish, when she turned to him, wound a hand around his neck, and kissed him.

For a few seconds, he just sat there, as if stunned, while she moved her lips against his frozen ones. She began to pull away, and he finally got a hold of his senses and kissed her back, holding her shoulder to keep her in place.

Merlin, her lips were softer than he imagined, her taste more perfect, her tongue deliciously insistent as it moved against his. Bloody fucking hell he was kissing her, Hermione, his best friend, the woman he loved, and it was more brilliant than he ever expected it could be.

“I love you too,” she breathed. His whole body screamed with triumph as he continued kissing her fiercely, struggling to decide which was better: the sound of her words or the taste of them.

“I know it might be— be hard to believe me”—her words were muddled since he couldn’t seem to make himself stop kissing her—“but I know it’s true.”

“I believe you,” he murmured against her lips.

She leaned back and smiled at him. “Yeah?”

He responded by capturing her mouth into another kiss. As she climbed into his lap and tugged his hair, and pressed her warm body against him while her words echoed pleasantly through him—I love you, I love you, I love you—he began to believe in the phenomena of manifesting dreams into reality.

It had never worked for him in the past. How many hours had he spent dreaming that some long lost relative would come take him away from the Dursleys? Or that Dumbledore would call him to his office and explain that they’d got the prophecy wrong and it referred to Neville after all? Neither of those had ever happened, but maybe he was getting what he wanted now as some special recompense for killing Voldemort.

Who the fuck knew? Hermione was sucking on his bottom lip now, and if it was because chance dictated that his deepest desires would overlap with reality at least once, or because the universe had decided it owed him something, it didn’t bloody matter. It was probably best not to question it and just enjoy the moment before it was gone.

They stopped to catch their breath, but Hermione didn’t move off of his lap. She rested her forehead on his as she continued to twist her fingers into his hair.

“I like kissing you,” she said, breathless. “It’s … familiar.”

He knew what she meant. Even though they’d never kissed before, it felt like they’d been doing this for ages. Well, they had been, in his head. Or maybe it was just their bodies telling them that they should have been doing this for ages. “This is actually our first kiss,” he said. “But I agree. It does feel familiar.”

“Our first kiss?” She leaned back. He kept a firm grip on her hips, so she couldn’t go far. “We’ve never…? Have you ever…? We don’t…?” She smiled and tried again. “I’m … this is a lot.”

“Yeah.” He pushed a curl behind her ear. “It is, and it isn’t. It’s just us. And—and we love each other.”

He half-expected the moment to dissolve once he said those words. When it didn’t, he felt immediately lighter. If she weren’t sitting on him, he might have floated away.

“But … how is this going to work, Harry?”

“No idea,” he said honestly. He’d never made it past this part in his daydream. “But we’ll figure it out,” he added, and he was sure they would. They could do anything together. Hadn’t they proven that time and time again?

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“Even if I forget?”

“You can write it down. And then you’ll know when you wake up. And I’ll fill in the rest.”

“But—”

“Don’t overthink it,” he pleaded. “You can make anything awful if you overthink it. But this … us … this is good. We can do this. I—I want to do this. To try. Can we … can we try?”

She lifted her hand and rested it on the side of his face. “Is this real?” she asked, rubbing her thumb along his cheek. “You really love me?”

“Yes,” he said immediately—nearly shouted it.

She laughed.

“I love you a lot,” he continued. “I have for, er, a long time. Longer than I realized.”

The people on the screen laughed at something, but neither of them were paying attention. They were just watching each other while Harry held his breath in anticipation of her next words.

“Okay,” she said. “Let’s try.”

Harry released the breath he’d been holding and pulled her into a long, languid kiss, while the movie continued playing in the background, completely forgotten.

[bea-in-my-bonnet]

I find myself obsessed with the concept of a Riverdale Macbeth and Romeo & Juliet fusion (with a smattering of Hamlet)

Imagine Hiram Lodge as Macbeth and Hermione Lodge as Lady M taking over Riverdale by killing Fred Andrews in a convenient “accident”. Archie knows this bc the ghost of his father told him (but he also could have just been high on the jingle jangle in those cookies but try telling that to the sheriff) and he is determined to take revenge but falls in love with veronica while infiltrating hiram’s drug operation (ok i guess there’s quite a bit of Hamlet ).

Betty is Rosalind in this situation (Archie’s ex who he leaves for Veronica). Betty is also an FBI informant (duh) who goes to Hiram and offers to spy on Archie for him (citing revenge for him dumping her) but secretly she feeds him false information that makes him increasingly paranoid (acts as three witches) and with Veronica’s help convinces Hermione to get hiram to dispose of the blossoms- the only other powerful family in riverdale that poses a threat to Hiram’s control of Riverdale (to stop Penelope blossom’s poisonous involment in g&g). Cheryl survives the attack and flees Thornhill (Fleance).

Meanwhile Jughead who has been resisting Hiram’s attempts to buy out sunnyside trailer park seeks out Archie (Malcolm) believing he is the solution to Hiram lodge’s power grab - he is now the only red-head in Riverdale and thus by an ancient law (introduced by the Blossoms- no wonder they wanted to set him up with Cheryl) could stand as a mayoral candidate at the last minute and can trigger an election and as ppl think he is a golden retriever he could push Hermione lodge out of office. And who else has the abs to defeat hiram in a boxing match?

Unfortunately archie is like, “oh idk if i could do that jug. Hirams a pretty buff dude ;)” When jughead (Macduff) returns home disappointed he finds the serpents have been attacked by the ghoulies employed by Hiram. FP is in hospital in critical condition. This motivates him to inspire the serpents and northsiders to unite against hiram. The southsiders respond with community organisation and the northsiders are also…helpful? Gay kevin puts on a musical denouncing Hiram lodge, Alice Cooper writes damaging articles and Josie McCoy sings at every protest. Sweet pea, Tony and Fangs are quizzical at first but eventually just shrug and enjoy these…interesting tactics.

Meanwhile hermione lodge is encouraged to flee as betty claims that hiram has begun to turn on her as well bc he knows about her affair with Fred Andrews. Veronica fakes an attempt on her mother’s life from Hiram, believing it will encourage her to leave. However, Hermione, overcome by guilt and fear, fakes her own suicide.

Hiram is sad but believes he is untouchable due to misinformation from betty, “Archie would never move against you and also you’re too powerful to be taken down by the FBI. Really, I promise!”

Veronica believes she has caused her mother’s death and in a game of G and G drinks from one of the goblets and has a seizure.

Believing jughead to be responsible for Veronica’s death (j made a very vague threat about hiram’s loved ones bearing the consequences of his actions) Hiram challenges him to a boxing match. Jughead accepts seeing it as a chance for vengeance. Things aren’t going with well for jughead without his flip knife.

Suddenly Archie sees Veronica’s body and believing her to be dead drinks from both cups just to be sure he will die too. Before he dies he rips his shirt in grief that it’s come to this. This distracts Hiram so Jughead is able to gain the upper hand. Turns out Archie had the abs to defeat him afterall!

Then betty arrives with the FBI in tow (Burnham forest baby!) and arrests Hiram before jughead can kill him. All mourn the tragic death of Archie and Veronica. But then cheryl shows up and A&V wake up- turns out there was no poison in either challis (she decided not to carry on her mum’s poison stuff…she prefers shooting ppl with her bow) She seems poised to shoot everyone in the room in revenge and then in Cheryl fashion announces that she never liked her family anyway and now she gets to inherit the whole blossom fortune. And she’s in a polyamorous relationship with Tony and Hermione lodge and sashays away with a “toodles”.

And just as you think, hey this isn’t too unhinged for Riverdale. All the characters wake up in hospital (bc they have the set so they need to use it) and discover they have all been in comas induced by the runoff from Cheryl’s uncle’s fizzlerocks production. Nothing matters bc it’s Riverdale. Goodnight!

[onegayastronaut]

Being Jughead Jones' Sister and Dating Hermione Lodge Would Include...

Requested by anon: Headcanons about Hermione Lodge dating jugheads older sister? And everyone's reactions? Please?

Graduating from Riverdale High a few years ago and coming back to visit your brother during one of your breaks

You got along really well with Veronica, and she introduced you to her mom

Hermione was very pretty, but you didn’t think it would have been cool to actively pursue the mother of one of your brother’s friends

Bumping into Hermione at random places around town

She convinced you to come work for her for a few months for some college credit

Working late into the night together multiple times for several weeks

Hermione started asking you more personal questions about your life and what you’re interested in

Starting to date right before you returned to school

Next time you were on break you told Jughead about your new girlfriend

Everyone thought it was someone you met at school, but you brought out Hermione instead

You were pretty sure Veronica’s mouth would be hanging open forever

Jughead and Veronica spent the longest time accepting that the two of you were dating

After the initial shock wore off, they were pretty cool about it

Hermione is pretty much your sugar mommy

Keeping everything low-key because neither of you wanted to rub things into your friends’ faces

[peterpparkrr]

May please request a social meda au with Hermione lodge x jugheads older sister. (She could be a serpent or not) nsfw implied and fluff, please! 😊

Dating Hermione Lodge (social media au)

Whew tumblr does not want to post this but I will not give up!

I hope you enjoy this anon, to be honesty I haven’t written for riverdale or made a smau in a while so I felt kinda rusty but I hope you like it 💙

[ourhappylies]

Dating Hermione Lodge Would Include - Riverdale

Author: Cherry🍒 Requested: Anonymous.

- Hermione can be just as ruthless as Hiram, but not when it comes to you. She adores you with her whole heart, willing to do anything and everything she can to protect you from her world.

- Receiving lots of expensive gifts.

- Going on lavish and elegant dates which Hermione always insist on paying for.

- Hermione is a very confident and tenacious woman so you having a shyer nature than she does captivates her and ignited her curiosity. She would do everything in her power to get you to open up to her.

- Her defending you to anyone who says or does something that upsets and/or offends you.

- Sitting and cuddling together in front of a hot fire on cold nights drinking hot chocolate.

- Going on extravagant shopping trips together.

- Speaking a lot of Spanish. If you didn’t know Spanish before you met Hermione, she would teach it to you and she’d enjoy it too.

- Sassy retorts and comments would astonish her at first. But after a while, she’d grow to love the sassy and sarcastic quips, mostly when they’re not directed towards her.

- Her giving you lots of forehead and cheek kisses.

- Stealing her very comfy jackets and sweaters from her wardrobe.

- Having breakfast together every day.

- Long bubble baths together while sharing a bottle of red wine that Hermione perfectly selected.

- Her loving you with a fierceness and passion that only Hermione Lodge can offer.

[girly-imagines]

A little crush

Request: “Report: Do you think you could do something cute with Fem reader and core four + Cheryl. Like the reader has the most innocent crush on Veronica's mom and her friends find out and just innocent teasing occurs.”

Pairing: Hermione Lodge x Fem!Reader (Kinda? I don’t even know.) 

(A/N): Hello, thank you for the request! I don’t know if this is what you meant, but I hope you enjoy it! 

Fandoms - Request 

To be honest, having a crush on your friends' mother was the last thing you intended. But life is weird, and you should’ve known that. You had figured that out years ago, and you kept doing so. Honestly, nothing should be able to surprise you by now. 

So yeah, you had been off a little bit lately. Especially in class. Concentrating was just so hard when your mind was on other things. Playing scenario’s in your head that would probably never occur, most of them involving her. Hermione Lodge.

Your friends definitely noticed. Betty was the first one to do so. When you were strolling in the hallway, your mind traveling to Hermione yet again. Really, you had to do something with this; forgetting. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Betty said, she had appeared next to you. “Are you alright?” 

You smiled and nodded, because you were. “I’m good, why do you ask? Do I look like I’m not okay?” 

“It’s not that,” She trailed off a little bit. “We’re hanging out at Veronica’s, tonight, want to come?” 

Being at Veronica Lodge’s place sounded both great and horrible. You loved your friends, but Hermione would be there, too. It would probably be smarter if you didn’t go. A white lie never hurt anyone. Before you could come up with one, you had already spoken. 

“I’d love too,” You grinned. “But I do have a class right now.” 

“Oh, right, of course,” Betty mumbled. “I’ll see you at seven?” You nodded, smiling a last time before you walked into your classroom. 

If you had troubles paying attention before, that was nothing compared to what was happening now. 

That night, you were acting really strange. You knew you were, and you knew that was all Hermione’s fault. She wasn’t far away, just in the kitchen. She could walk in at any moment. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Archie, who was sitting next to you asked. “You’re moving quite a lot.”

“I’m sorry,” You sighed. “I’m a little bit nervous.”

“Why? It’s Friday?” Veronica grinned, pleased that the weekend was finally here. 

“You’re right, I’m fine.” 

“Really?” Jughead butted in. “You’re acting like there are worms in your ass.” Veronica chuckled as Betty hit his arm. 

“It’s true,” He shrugged. “You should tell us.” 

You really didn’t want that, it’d be really awkward. As Veronica wanted to say something as Hermione came in. 

“Does anyone want some more soda?” She asked, looking at the already empty bottles. Your heart started beating faster as you focused on the television. As everyone shook their head and mumbled a no. Hermione turned to you, you felt your cheeks heat up as she said your name. 

“Y/n? Do you want something?” You glanced at her and your cheeks heated up even more. 

“N-no, thank you.” She smiled and nodded. 

“Alright.” And just as fast as she appeared, she disappeared. 

“Y/n,” Veronica looked at you with big eyes. “Please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.” 

“I-” You had been caught. “Of course it isn’t, you’re seeing ghosts.” 

She gave you a look, but no one else seemed to catch on. “What's going on?” 

“Y/n here has a little crush,” Veronica sounded amused. 

“Not true.” 

“Yes, she has,” Veronica grinned. “On my mother.” 

Everyone looked at her surprised in their own way. Veronica only looked as if it was a funny story.

“Please don’t be mad! I know it’s wrong. It’ll blow over, I promise.” Archie chuckled and shook his head. 

“Don’t worry, Y/n,” He smiled. “I’ve been there. Kinda.” 

You rolled your eyes, but felt relieved. “Thanks.” 

“Y/n, don’t be sorry, “Veronica leaned forwards and looked at you over Archie. “I get why, obviously. I have her looks. But c’mon, she’s a little old for you.” 

You softly laughed. “It’s just an innocent crush. It’ll go away sooner or later. I just hope you don’t hate me.” 

“How could I ever?” Veronica shrugged. “Oh, look! The movie is starting!” 

[myriadimagines]

[x] [x] // requested by anonymous

“I told her I hated her.” you groaned, burying your face in your hands as you recalled the argument you had with your mother earlier in the day. Jughead sniffed as he sipped his milkshake. 

“It’s just something you said in the heat of the moment.” Jughead shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

“She’s being so unreasonable though, Juggie!” you leaned forward, and Jughead looked up. “But I just feel so awful about what I said...”

“Then talk to her about it.” Jughead replied, smirking as he added, “Reasonably.” 

You rolled your eyes to playfully shove him. Jughead laughed as he readjusting his jacket, his expression turning serious. “She’s your mom, though, y/n, and she just wants what’s best for you. It’ll be alright.”

You smiled at him grateful, and he grinned back, before jerking his chin at your untouched milkshake. “You gonna drink that?”

“Duh.” you scoffed, finally taking a sip.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[dramionefandom]

Hermione: …And if you see Ron, I don’t want you making another scene - like you did at that funeral.

Draco: Scene? What scene? It’s not my fault the Weasley tripped over my foot and nearly fell into the grave!

Hermione: You didn’t have to yell start shoveling boys! As he tried to get up.

[writtenwordsoffic]

Okay I'm doing it.

I'm calling Hiram Lodge as baby daddy

[onegayastronaut]

Being in a Poly-amorous Relationship With Hermione Lodge and Alice Cooper Would Include...

Requested by anon:  Being in a poly relationship with Hermione Lodge and Alice Cooper includes?

It was no secret in Riverdale that Hermione and Alice didn’t like each other, wihich was why it was such a surprise that these two called a truce because of you

They mutually decided that their love for you outweighed their dislike for each other

They liked taking care of you in different ways

Alice liked making sure to bring your favorite food and cuddle you

Hermione always gives you presents and making sure everyone leaves you alone

Both Hermione and Alice are very overprotective of you

Always sleeping over at one of their places

Alice loves putting her head on your lap while Hermione loves playing with your hair

They both love having you with them as they work

Hermione thinks you’re the cutest and always kisses you, while Alice thinks you’re pretty hot whenever you do...anything

Always eating over at Alice’s place because her house is very cozy

Being very physically intimate with one another

Weekend cuddles where you’re sandwiched between Alice and Hermione

Usually you’d be sleeping while Alice and Hermione are quietly working from bed

[fanfics4all]

Good Girl And The Serpent

Request: Yes / No  Can you do a Alice Cooper and Hermione Losge threesome with male reader pls? @zealousfiredragon​

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Hermione Lodge x Alice Cooper x Male!Reader 

Word count: 883

Warnings: Smut!

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Hermione had been insatiably horny, the kind of horny that guys like me always wished our girlfriends would be. I was excited about this, although I was unsure of what was causing it. I hadn’t done anything different in the bedroom, and things had been the same for a while in our relationship. Maybe that’s why I went through her phone that night. I wanted to see if there was someone or something that was causing this extra burst of horniness. Sure enough, I saw that she had been talking to Alice and the conversation looked very sexually heated. I confronted her as soon as she came back home. 

“You’ve been talking to Alice?” I asked her. 

“Yes.” Hermione said and she flushed with embarrassment. 

“Would you like to tell me why?” I asked. 

“You told me to find us another girl. Don’t you remember?” She asked me sweetly. She was right, I had. 

“Did she send you any pictures?” I asked her. 

“Of course.” She said. She flipped through her pictures to show me some sexy pictures of Alice. I’d never had a threesome with two girls and I wanted to make this happen. 

“Invite her over.” I told Hermione, handing her the phone. I watched as she texted Hermione and within the hour she was at the house, ready for sex. I let the girls go first. I wanted to watch them fuck, take some videos with my phone to jack off to for the remainder of my life. Then I was going to fuck both of their slutty pussies. Hermione looked at me tentatively as Alice pulled off her shirt, but by the time Hermione was in between her legs eating her out, Hermione had forgotten all about me. The girls were in their own world as I filmed them. I watch as my innocent girlfriend turned into a slutty vixen right before my eyes. It was like she was a different person than the one I knew. She was crazed with lust, and getting her pussy licked by Alice was obviously doing more for her than anything I had ever done for her. I felt a pang of jealousy, but I silenced it. I wanted to fuck both of their pussies and getting jealous wasn’t going to make that happen. Hermione was coming hard, her screams loud and shaking with her orgasm. When she was finished, Alice pushed her down to lick her pussy for her. Hermione looked up at me for a moment and gave me a naughtly look that told me she was enjoying herself. I pulled my cock from my pants and stroked it while I held the phone in my other hand, trying like hell to capture every second of Hermione eating pussy for the first time. She ate Alice’s cunt hungrily, like she had been starving her whole life for pussy. My cock was rock hard as I watched Hermione work to make Alice cum. Alice was straddling her face and grinding her pussy with an expertise that I had to respect. This Sperent girl was taking control of Hermione and I loved her for it. I needed to jump in on the action. My cock was really starting to ache and I needed a warm hole. Luckily I had six holes right in front of me. I did my best to prop my phone up so it would continue to record and I pulled off what remained of my clothes. I joined them on the bed with a smile. 

“I think it’s time for me to join in.” I told them. 

“Come on.” Hermione said and they invited me to fuck whichever hole I wanted. I went for Hermione’s asshole since she was a little bit on the stingy side with it. I wanted to feel my cock into Hermione’s ass and I couldn’t believe how easily it slid in. Alice wedged her way beneath us and we made room for her so she could get her mouth on Hermione’s pussy. The sounds that Hermione made while I fucked her ass and Alice ate her pussy will be seared into my memory for as long as I live. They were desperate, horny, and overwhelmed! Hermione was filled with sensations of being fucked and licked and she was screaming so loudly and with such passion that it made my cock so hard I knew that I was going to cum. I gave in to my desires and I unleashed a hot load of cum deep inside of my girlfriend’s ass. I hopped off her and smiled. 

“You ladies drained my cock so fucking fast.” I marveled. Alice was still eating Hermione’s pussy, but them I noticed something really fucking hot. Hermione was pushing my cum back out of her ass and it was dripping down into her pussy. Alice was hungrily lapping up my cum from my slutty girlfriend’s ass. I could feel my cock growing hard again and this time I planned on shoving it into one of Alice’s holes. I didn’t know which hole to choose, but I trusted that at the moment I would make the right decision. It was the hottest night of my life and I was going to fuck as many of their holes as I possibly could.

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[fromforeigntofamiliarity]

The Other Lodge | Lodge!reader

Summary: Your from the Southside and Hiram is your father, you and Veronica don't get along and Hermione has had enough.

It was bad enough you had to live with them, but now Hiram wanted to show you around along side him, Veronica and Hermione.

He was trying to control everything in your life. He moved you into the penbrook with his family, made you transfer schools and he even had people dress your tonight.

Needless to say you were far from happy and Veronica's present wasn't making it any easier.

The only good part about tonight was that your friends from the Southside. were here. 

"How about you put a smile on your face Y/N?" Veronica asked. "It would be a nice change, don't you think."

"How about you bite me Satan?" You asked sarcastically with a bright smile on your face. 

"Oh I'll do a lot more that's that." She glared stepping towards you.

"Girls that enough." Hiram interjected. "Veronica be nice to your sister, and Y/N it wouldn't hurt you to smile here and there would it?" 

"Hurt no, but kill maybe." You replied before walking off to nowhere in particular.

The night went on and you stuck with Toni.

"Hey, How you holding up?" She asked.

"As good as I can be after having my whole life uprooted and forced to live and go to school with people I hate." You replied not seeing Veronica standing not far behind you, close enough to hear everything you were saying along with Betty, Archie, and Jughead. "It would be a lot easier if I didn't have to sleep under the same roof as the The Seed Of Satan.

"Um, excuse me?" Veronica asked walking up to you. "You know no one is forcing to to live with us you welcome to leave at anytime." Sh said.

"Well thats where your wrong Mobb Boss Barbie, you father is the one that forced me to come here." You shot back. "I was perfectly happy living with Toni on the southside."

By now everyone at the party including Hiram and Hermione had noticed the commotion and had stopped to watch.

"All because your mother couldn't keep your father on a short enough leash." You snarled.

"My father maybe if your mother could keep her legs closed and not sleep with a married man.You would have been able to live out your life with your southside scum."

"Scum? Wow we may not have the money you snobs have here on the Northside but at least we know what the word loyalty means, why don't you tell your friends here what the Lodges are really planning for Riverdale."

"All Daddy is trying to do is turn Riverdale in to a safer place maybe if it was safer your mother wouldn't be 6ft under right now, but if you don't want to be apart of that your welcome to join her."

You flinch at the mention of your mothers death it was only a few months ago and you hated when people brought it up even more so when they were trying to be disrespectful. Your eyes were glued t the floor

You started tp lift you hand ready to deal out the hardest slap to Veronicas face, but a loud crack echoed around the room. You snapped your head up in order to see what had caused the loud noise when another crack was sounded followed by a shooting pain to the side of your face. 

You turned your head back and see Hermione standing in between you and Veronica a look of diappointment in her face.

"That is enough from both of you." She spat. "It's time you both knew the truth."

"Hermione," Hiram shared but was cut off by his wife.

Everyone was standing around mouths slightly open and eyes wide as to not miss any of the action. Alice Cooper had pulled out a camera and began to film.

"No Hiram its time for this to stop they need to know." She said to her husband. 

"Mom, what do we need to know." Veronica asked.

"The only thing I need to know is why the hell you just slapped me." You said glaring at her.

"I did it because your mother would be ashamed of you." She said. "And everything that just came from your mouth that is not how you were raised."

"You don't know anything about me or my mother just because you husband couldn't keep it in his pants doesn't mean you suddenly know anything about us." You yelled. "You probably hated my mother, you probably glad she died-!"

"I LOVED YOUR MOTHER!"  Hermione yelled back. "More than your will ever know." She said as her eyes start to water.

"We loved your mother, and you." She continued.

"What?" You asked.

"We loved you both." Hiram answered. "After Hermione and I got married and moved to New York we met your mother." He started.

"We fell in love with her, to say the least." Hermione said. "When we first told she thought we were crazy but eventually she admitted that she loved us too. And that's how it started."

"So you both were in a relationship with Y/N's mother." Veronica asked.

"I believe the word is polygamy." Hiram explained.

"Excuse me for asking." Toni interrupted. "But if you guys were so in love how did Y/N end up on the Southside and you guys still in New York?" 

"When Hermione became pregnant with Veronica we were all happy." Hiram started. "Then not long after we found out that we were going to have Y/N as well."

"And we were overjoyed, Y/M/N and I did everything together from shopping to the baby shower, and Y/N and Veronica came after that only a month apart. Everything was great we raised you together." She said before looking over to you. "You called me mommy and you loved when I would bake sweets for your father when he got home from work."

"But that still doesn't explain what happened." Veronica pointed out.

"Well mija like they say 'all good things must come to an end.' One of your fathers...business associates wanted him to sell half of Lodge industries to him and your father refused. In response he had you both kidnapped and threatens to.....harm you if his demands weren't met."

"Luckily." Hiram added. "It didn't get that far and we got you both back unharmed." He explained.

"But Y/N you were never that same after that." She said resting her hand on your should causing you to flinch. "No one could touch you without you flinching, you were more quiet, didn't smile as much as you used to. We tried everything to get you back the way you were but nothing helped. And in this business as expected the threats kept coming and then one day..."

"One day we woke up and Y/M/N was gone and she had taken you with her." He finished. "She left a note saying that this life was too dangerous and that she didn't want you hurt or worst."

"Veronica you cried for so long after your mother and sister left, eventually you stopped and had convinced yourself that your sister was just an imaginary friend."

"Of course we knew where they were the whole time but we respected Y/M/N wishes and kept our distance and helped whenever we could." Hiram said. "Survived from the pictures we were sent and returned the favor with photos of Veronica. We were devastated to find of that she had parishes and we wanted nothing more than to make sure that you were okay but we knew you would no longer recognize us as your family because you already had one."

"But now we are your family weather you like it or not and you two are sister and I think until you learn how to act like it you both grounded."Hermione stated. "Starting now you go to school and you come straight home nowhere else, no visitors. So you girls should say goodbye to your friends and Andre will drive you home."

"In fact I think that's enough excitement for one night we will join you, let's go girls." Hiram said gesturing for you to follow him of to the door.

• 2 Weeks Later •

It was the middle of the night and Veronica was awoken form her sleep by a scream.

Without thinking she jump from her bed and ran to the source of the sound. Flinging the door open she was greeted with the sigh of her half sister thrashing around in her bed.

"Y/N wake up." She called gently shacking her arm. "Y/N it's okay." She said shacking with a bit more force.

Veronica jumped back as Y/N finally jolted awake. "What are you doing in here?" She asked still trying to catch her breath.

"You must have been having a nightmare, I heard you scream." She answered.

"Oh....well thanks for waking me." She replied awkwardly.

"Your welcome." Veronica said backing away from the bed and towards that door.

"Veronica."

"Y/N."

You both called at the same time.

"Maybe if you want....I could stay with you."

"I mean if you want I wouldn't mind." She answered.

Veronica let a small smile slip into her lips as she walked back towards the bed and Y/N slid over as her sister climbed in.

"You know I had nightmares a lot as a kid and sometimes it still do." She tried to comfort.

"Thanks Veronica." Y/N muttered.

"You know you can call me Ronnie or V, my friends do." Veronica suggested.

"Maybe. But probably not." Y/N replied.

They slipped into a comfortable silence not noticing the two figures that stood outside the door also having been woken up by the screen of the youngest Lodge.

"Y/M/N would have loved to see this." Hermione whispered still not looking away from the teenage girls.

"I'm sure she's watching." Hiram replies. "Now let's go back to bed." He said building her away.

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 32

A/N: The drama is only beginning....

MASTERLIST LINK (HERE)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s older sister and you have a thing for a certain Serpent.

This chapter: Based on season 2 episode 20: Tensions are high when the Northside suspect Fang murdered Midge after hiding their relationship. You are torn as the Northside wants blood, Fangs blood, but the Black Hood’s note pinned to the door of your house threatens your father’s life. And with the rest, Hiram Lodge has a plan up his sleeve to turn Riverdale into a riot zone. 

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count:  7,436 

Warnings: Violence, Strong Language. 

You heard your phone ring from the kitchen.

“Archie?” You asked, relieved at his caller ID. 

“(Y/n), where are you? What’s wrong?” Archie must’ve heard the upset in your voice.

“Where have you been?” You asked, he was the one who had disappeared all day.

“It’s a long story.” Archie admitted. “I’m coming to Sunnyside now.”

“Hurry.” You ended the call with a whisper and prayed Archie would be quick.

It wasn’t long before Archie arrived at your new front door. 

“(Y/n).” Archie pulled you in for a brief hug when you opened the door. 

You noticed the already bruising and bloody marks on his face immediately.

“What the hell happened?” You reached up and touched your baby brothers cheek. He moved away from your touch, taking hold of your wrist and gently bringing it away from him. 

“It’s a long story like I said.” Archie sighed, “Why aren’t you at Jugheads?” 

“I don’t know.” You wrapped your arms around yourself as Archie entered the trailer, closing the door behind him. “Maybe I felt it safer for both me and FP to be away from each other right now.” You lied. Archie could tell something was wrong but he didn’t press the matter. 

“Now will you tell me where the hell you’ve been all day and why the hell your face looks like you’ve been attack by mob bosses?” You dragged Archie over to the lumpy looking couch that occupied the majority of the empty trailer. 

“You’re not far off.” Archie half heartedly chuckled as he sat down beside you. 

He continued to fill you in on why he disappeared and what the scumbag called Nick St.Claire tried to pull yet failed. 

“I swear Archie, all your problems end up routing back to the Lodge family.” Your blood was boiling as Hiiram’s smug face came to mind. Archie tried arguing with you but you knew the Lodge’s had their hooks in Archie... there hooks in you. 

“Thanks for coming, Archie.” You guided Archie to the door now that you had a sudden urge to just be alone. 

“Dad’s worried about you.” Archie felt the need to drop in just before you could push him from your trailer. 

“I know.” You sighed. “I’m okay though. I’m a big girl, Archie.” You tried to sound convincing but how was anyone okay with the Black Hood on the loose again. 

Archie looked down at you and pursed his lips. You didn’t look like a ‘big girl’, you looked nervous, exhausted and worried. You looked how you did when you were 14 and sneaking out the house, scared your mom was going to catch you. 

“Dad’s debate is soon. Will we see you there?” Archie asked, his eyes pleading more than asking. 

“Sure, Arch. I’ll see you there.” You forced a smile onto your face as you bid your younger sibling goodnight before locking yourself in your trailer.

You made your way into the bedroom and curled up on the small old mattress, the bedding Jughead had brought you smelt of FP and their trailer. It made you ache. 

You didn’t know what you were doing anymore. 

For Hiram Lodge, everything seemed to be falling into place. With you away from your father and living on the Southside as a Serpent, those family values that Fred held his campaign on were slowly withering away. 

“You and Fred are neck-and-neck, and with the town divided over our prison, this debate is ––” 

–Is the single most important event of the election.  I know. I know, basta.” Hermione finished Hiram’s sentence as he went on about the debate again. 

“We already control the Sheriff's office, and The Register, but we need the Mayor's office as well, so the prison can't be blocked.” Hiram rose to stand beside his wife. 

I'm hoping Archie's Dark Circle will cause unrest, (Y/n)’s hibernating on the Southside as a Serpent. If Fred can't control his own children, he certainly can't control a town on the verge of sliding into chaos.” Hiram held a hidden smirk beneath his lips as he thought about how easy this win seemed. And even if you decided to return to your father, to the Northside, Hiram still had those pictures to ruin not only you but Fred and FP Jones. The news that Fred’s childhood best friend was screwing his daughter behind his back would bring Fred back from running for mayor any longer, severely ruining his campaign and relationship with both his daughter and best friend. 

If only Hermione knew what else he had up his sleeve. But he knew this one must remain under his sleeve until it needed to be leaked. 

A week went by and all you seemed to do was go to school, go to the trailer and avoid FP. 

You hadn’t even visited the Wrym recently. The only contact you had with the Serpents apart from the odd text was your meetings at school. 

“Hey, you okay? Haven’t seen you around lately.” Toni grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze as you entered the classroom.

“Yeah, just feeling a little run down. Been trying to lay low.” You tried your best to sound genuine as you sat down but before Toni could respond Jughead called the meeting to session.

“War Baby called my father and I from Shankshaw. Our old adversaries, the Ghoulies, had been released. Word on the street is that they want Serpent blood. They're gunning for a re-match. They want war.” Jughead’s announcement was shortly interrupted by the door swinging open and a rather pissed off looking Reggie walking in. His gaggle of bulldogs behind him, including your brother. 

“Which one of you reptiles was screwing Midge Klump?!” Reggie stared down the boys. 

You and Toni shared a look, this wasn’t going to be good. 

“What the hell is going on?”Jughead pushed himself off the desk and faced Reggie. “This is a private meeting.” 

“I'm guessing it was you, Sweet Pea.” Reggie ignored Jughead head as he thrusted his index finger towards Sweet Pea causing him to step forward. 

That’s when you realised you couldn’t be playing the pity case right now. You hopped on your feet as Sweet Pea retaliated.

“You ass. I didn’t even know Midge but, yeah, I get why she wouldn’t want fleas from your mangy bulldogs.” Sweet Pea glowered down at the boy, sparking a fight. 

You lurched forward and dove under Sweet Pea’s arm, shoving him hard in the chest backwards with your hands as Archie tried to grab Reggie.

“Calm down!” You snapped as Sweet Pea tried to fight against you to get to Reggie. 

 “Serpents back off now!” Jughead bellowed, cutting all violence to an end. 

You kept your hands on Sweet Peas chest as you peered over your shoulder to meet Archie’s eyes. 

“Look, all we know is that Midge was cheating on Moose with a Serpent. It could help with her murder.” Archie tried to clear the air but in the way he said it just made him sound like he was accusing one of the Serpents of murder. 

“Well, we don’t know anything about it.” Jughead told Archie. Archie must've believed him because he managed to get his bulldogs to leave the classroom. For now. 

Once the boys had left, Sweet Pea pushed your hands away and slumped down on the desk behind him. 

“Is it true?” Jughead faced everyone, searching mostly the guys faces. 

Everyone remained silent. 

Jug ran hand over his face, much like FP has done before, and then told the Serpents that if anyone knew anything that it’s best they come to him sooner than later. 

But no one came forward that day. 

The next morning, Jughead had called you to tell you that Fangs came over and confessed to sleeping with Midge. 

“So, what do we do now?” You asked Jughead over the phone. 

“We see if I can get the footage from my camera back and if not... if not we need to make sure Fang has one hell of a good reason for lying when the new sheriff comes by to talk to him about his statement.” You could hear Jughead rustling around his trailer as he spoke. 

“Let me know either way.” You said before hanging up the phone. You didn’t want to stay on any longer in case you ended up hearing FP’s voice in the background. 

You got to school later that morning to see the halls covered in black circle posters. 

“Archie...” You whispered as you pulled down the poster from the wall. 

“Hey (Y/n)!” Fang’s voice reached you from across the hallway. He was jogging up to you. 

“What happened to laying low?” You commented on the attention he’d drawn to himself by calling your name. 

“Huh, oh, sorry.” He apologised as he tugged his backpack up his shoulder. “It’s just Jughead said you’d be helping me out today. You know, keeping an eye in case any of those bulldogs catch wind.” Fangs seemed nervous as he eyes searched the hallway for jocks. 

“Keep acting so nervous and they’ll know it’s you.” You tried to be light hearted but even you were scared for the boy. Reggie has a temper and with it, a mean right swing. “Come on, I’ll walk towards your next class with you.” 

You knew you couldn’t be glued to him all day as it would cause suspicions but you did your best to make sure no one had found out it was him. 

You checked your phone at the end of the day to see a text from Jug, telling you to meet him at Pops and so that’s where you went. 

You tried to act unfazed with the fact that FP was there but in reality you had bigger problems to deal with right now than fighting with your feelings. 

“Sheriff Minetta wouldn't give me back my footage. Says he wants to go through it frame by frame.” Jughead told you as you sat learnt against the counter top beside him. “It's only a matter of time before he puts two and two together and brings Fangs in.”

“Damn it. Of all the girls in Riverdale High.” FP scoffed,

“What do I do?” Jughead’s eyes looked between you and FP. 

“If Fangs runs, he looks guilty. If he's caught withholding the truth, he'll look like the killer.” FP stated. 

“It's a perfect storm. The Lodges endorsed this new Sheriff. They want Midge's killer caught.” You sighed. Your heart stopped when you caught FP’s eyes, you just hoped Jughead hadn’t noticed how quickly you looked away from his father. ““and if it's a Southsider...”

 “So much the better.” Jughead finished your sentence, knowing what you were all were thinking. 

“Then we hunker down.” FP learnt forward on the counter top as he lowered his voice. “Get ready to fight.” 

You watched FP walk away to return to work and you shared a glance with Jughead.

“We better inform the troops.” You scooped up your car keys as you stood up straight. 

“We need proof that Fang isn’t the killer. Or at least a reason he didn’t tell anyone about the affair.” Jughead pushed himself off his stool and followed you to the door.

“We need to think worse case scenario.” You corrected Jug. “What happens if he is taken to the station and we don’t have proof he didn’t do it. We need to get some money together for a lawyer, Jug.” 

“Don’t worry about that. Mrs McCoy is a damn good attorney if we can get her.” Jughead opened the door to Pops and you both headed into the parking lot. 

“We better make sure we can get her then.” You said as your phone burst into your ringtone. You lifted it to see it was Archie calling. 

You answered to news that sent a chill through every bone in your body.

Fred had found a note pinned to the door of the house when he got home that evening. The note read ‘You’re next sinner!’ 

You hung up the phone and bolted to your car. Jughead called after you but your car tires were already screeching against the tarmac as you pulled out of Pop’s. 

“Hey.” You hugged Archie tightly as he opened the front door. From all the cars outside you could see you weren’t the only one he called. 

As soon as you saw your dad, you forgot about any anger or frustration that was there and it was replaced with relief only to be followed by severe anxiety. 

“You okay?” You hugged Fred tightly to which he returned. 

“I’m fine. It’s just a letter.” Fred tried to down play it but you could see the concern in his frown. 

“It’s a threat.” You argued. It wasn’t just a letter and everyone in that room knew it. Your dad had a scar in his torso to remind him. 

There was another knock at the door to which Hiram and Hermione Lodge were invited into the house. 

You met Hiram’s eyes and felt your blood run cold yet your stomach bubbled with rage. You thought that’s what it must feel like to come face to face with the devil. 

You stepped to the side with Archie as the couple were filled in on what’s happened. 

The worst case scenario was it was a threat from the Black Hood, the best case scenario was that the note was some kids pulling a prank for scares. 

“It's clear what has to be done. We cancel the debate. Prank or not, it's not a risk we can take.” Hiram spoke out on the matter as everyone gathered in the kitchen. 

“I agree. Until the Black Hood's caught, we have to be careful.” Archie added. 

“Can you beef up security at the Town Hall?” Fred turned to the new sheriff. 

“Fred, honestly––” 

“––Dad, you can't be serious.” You and Hiram spoke over each other. You stared at your father with wide eyes. 

“We'll lock Town Hall down tighter than a steel drum.” Sheriff Minetta assured your father. 

“The town is scared. They need to be shown we can't be cowed.” Fred argued his reasonings but you still had an awful feeling about it. If the Black Hood could pull a stunt like Midge’s death with that many people in the high school then he could definitely still cause havoc in the town hall. 

“Well, if Fred's in, so are we.” Hermione sided with Fred after a short moment of hesitation. 

You noticed Archie’s head shaking as he stood beside you. You moved back and leant your back against the sink as you folded your arms across your chest.

“You sure you’re not gonna stay?” Archie asked as you met at the bottom of the staircase. 

“Dad will be safe. After that note deputies will be watching this house like a crack den.” You nodded in the direction of the kitchen where your dad was still conversing with Hiram and Hermione and their new sheriff. 

“What about you?” Archie asked, the look on his face was heavy with concern. 

“I’ll be fine. I got the Serpents and anyways I have things to do tonight. Me and Jughead...” You stopped yourself with a sigh. “Things just aren’t great on the other side of the tracks.”

“Just...” Archie looked down at his feet and back up to you. “Be careful. I don’t think Dad could forgive himself if something happened.”

“I don’t think you’re talking about just dad, Arch.” You lightly nudged his shoulder. “I promise I’ll be careful.” You turned and placed your hand on the door handle. “Night Archie.”

“Night.” Archie pursed his lips into a thin line as he dug his hands into his pockets. He knew nothing he could say would make you stay. It had to be your decision and if your decision was to head back to the Southside then he had to accept it.

You headed back to Sunnyside to find FP waiting outside your trailer still in his work uniform and Serpents jacket. 

“Jughead came back inside and said you took off pretty quickly after a phone call.” FP walked towards you as you walked towards your front door.

“It was just Archie.” You told him as you unlocked your front door. 

“What’s happened?” FP followed you inside, you knew there was no point even trying to stop him, you were not only physically tired but mentally exhausted. 

“My dad got a note at the house. They think it might be from the Black Hood. It could be just some kids but with everything that’s happened...” You went over to the kitchen sink to get yourself a glass of water. “...I can’t help but feel something awful is about to happen.”

“Come on, you’re not staying here tonight. You’re coming back to the trailer with me.” The news of the Black Hood seem to send a protective spike through FP as he picked up the Serpent jacket you had tossed onto the couch when you entered. 

You rose your eyebrows at his sudden change of demeanour. 

The tension between you was still unbearable. He didn't know what he could do to make it alright again. To get you back.

“What’s the point?” You shrugged your shoulders slightly, “I don’t think I’ll even be able to sleep tonight no matter where I am.” You admitted, bringing your glass of water to your lips. 

“What’s the point?” FP scoffed. “The point is that I’ll know you’re safe. You being here alone; I don’t like it.” 

“I thought you were too busy with Alice Cooper to be worrying about me.” You accidentally let the green monster take control of your tongue as you turned your back on the older man to head to your bedroom.  “I’m not your problem anymore, FP.” 

“Don’t act like such a child, (Y/n).” FP chased after you. “You say you’re not my problem, well, last time I checked you are a Serpent and Serpents stick together. So, whether you’re angry with me or not, I’m not going to sit back and let you get hurt or worse.” 

You faced the man with a hard look. 

“If you’re so worried, post a watchman outside my door. I’m not leaving this trailer tonight.” You were stubborn, that was one thing that FP knew all too well. 

“Fine.” FP didn’t want to push you any further, he didn’t want to have to deal with the temper tantrum that would come if he did. “Damn it, woman!” FP cussed as he left the trailer. 

You fell back onto your bed after hearing your front door slam shut and you let out an audible growl of frustration. 

You spent most the night awake; anyone could tell from the dark circle under your eyes the next morning. Your alarm woke you up for school so you must’ve eventually fell asleep at some point. FP had been running round your head all night as much as you didn’t want him to. But then again, it was better than thinking about how the Black Hood wants your dad dead. 

The drama didn't seem to stop once you rocked up to school either. 

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Have you seen Jughead?!” Toni came rushing round the corner, almost crashing into you. 

“No, I just walked through the doors.” You were taken back by her energy. 

“He needs to see this.” Toni lifted her phone up to show you the video of Fang in Midge’s dressing room. “It’s Fang. Fang was the Serpent with Midge.”

“Shit.” You took your own phone out and tried to dial Fang’s number. “Find Jughead, I’ll get Fang the hell out of here.” You rushed forward into the crowd of students who all seemingly were receiving/watching the same video you were just shown. “Reggie will eat him alive.” You muttered to yourself. 

You snatched Fang’s sleeve just as he ducked around a corner. 

“Hey! Come on.” You yanked him towards you, he seemed to relax a little when he saw it was you who grabbed him and not one of the bulldogs. “We gotta get you out of here now––” You cut yourself short when you caught eye of Jughead. He rushed towards you with Toni. 

“That video is everywhere, how’d it get out?” Fangs asked Jughead as you met him. 

“You’re dead, Vixen Killer!” The raging ball of testosterone that was Reggie soon came storming down the stairs and right towards you and Fangs. 

“Go!” You shoved Fangs in front of you, away from Reggie’s wrath.  

“Fogarty! We need you to come with us.” Sheriff Minetta closed off the only way to escape the Bulldogs. 

“I didn't do anything.” Fangs tried to back away but he was surrounded. 

His eyes flickered towards you and from his look you knew he was about to do something stupid. 

He sprinted towards the sheriff and his deputies trying to push through them but the struggle only made it worse. 

Fangs was thrown against the wall as he fought being restrained but the clang of metal made everyone freeze. 

“Shit.” You whispered only loud enough for Jughead to hear as he was beside you. 

A switch blade had fallen out of Fang’s pocket. 

He was fucked. A weapon on school property would definitely keep him a night in the station and make the suspicion of him only grow. 

“We gotta get your dad.” You pulled Jughead back away from the drama as the sheriff guided Fangs outside. 

Jughead called FP as you both made your way out to the parking lot. 

“I’ll meet you at the station. See what I can find out.” You parted from him as he spoke to his father. You climbed into your car, slinging your bag onto the back seat. 

You made your way to the station but none of the deputies would talk to you. 

You weren’t a relative by blood or guardian. Minetta had his grip around the deputies tight and even the greasiest of them refused to even say one thing other than he was being questioned. 

“Anything?” Jughead asked. He and FP walked into the station together and straight up to you. 

“Nothing. That new Sheriff is holding a tight ship, I can’t any information out of anyone.” You admitted. 

“You two head back to school. Make sure the rest of the Serpents are safe and aren’t stirring up any trouble with those Bulldogs. I’ll stay here and wait. See if I can find out anything.” FP tried to dismiss you as if he could do much more. 

Jughead was quick to follow orders and head back outside, leaving you there. 

“FP, It's fine. I just had study periods today anyway. I can stick around.” You tried to argue but FP wasn’t having any of it. 

“Go back with Jughead. There’s nothing you can do for Fangs right now but there are still Serpents you can help out there.” FP gestured to the doors of the station. 

“Fine.” You shook your head, “Call me if you get any news.” 

“Hey (Y/n).” FP called after you. You reluctantly stopped and turned around to face the man. “Thank you.”

You nodded your head in response, it wasn’t everyday FP actually said thank you. Usually he showed it after you would help him but he rarely spoke the words. 

You returned to school to see that Toni had been the one to hold back the Serpents. You informed everyone that it would probably be late this evening or tomorrow that’d you hear any news but that FP was staying there just in case. 

“Jug, I think it’s time to call that lawyer now.” You told Jughead to contact McCoy before telling the Serpents to meet you at the Wyrm later in case there was any news from anyone. You also told them to go straight back to the Southside once school was finished. 

You didn’t want anyone hanging around the Northside any longer than they should with the dark circle looming. Reggie would be looking for a fight and the only way to stay out of his way was to completely avoid any places he might be. Outside of the schools walls, Reggie couldn't be stopped by any teacher or staff. At this point, you were pretty sure the new sheriff would even turn a blind eye. 

Later, when it drew nearer to the time that you were supposed to be meeting the Serpents at the Wyrm, you called FP to see if anything had changed but Fangs was still being held and the deputies still refused to let out any information at that time. 

You decided to walk to the Wyrm since you needed the cold night air to help you come up with a way to keep the Serpents calm and keep their heads down until you can find out more. 

As the cold air tickled your cheeks and burned your finger tips, you suddenly became very away that you weren’t alone. 

It wasn’t unusual for a girl your age to be worried about walking alone in the evening but you were certain that someone was following you. 

You decided to speed up but not so much that it would cause a reaction from the man behind you. Running would only make him chase you and like every predator and prey, you’d end up caught or trapped if you weren’t smart about it. 

Your heart started pounding at the thought that the man behind you could be the Black Hood. He went after sinners. He went after your father. He could very well be targeting you next. 

As you got closer to the Wyrm you could hear voices and cheers.

That’s when you noticed the large man behind you crossed to the other side of the road. Perhaps it was just someone trying to scare you or just decided to walk behind you. But if it were the Blackhood, you didn’t want to think about what would have happened if you decided to turn down an alley or walk past a dark corner where a street lamp had blown. 

As grateful as you were that there were voices up ahead, you almost wished there hadn’t been. 

You picked up your pace across the parking lot of the Wyrm once you saw the group of boys in ski masks and letterman jackets, slicing the tires of some of the bikes. 

“Hey assholes!” You picked up a rock and threw it at them, it hit one of them on the shoulder which caught all their attention. “Get the hell out of here!” You couldn’t believe the Bulldogs were so stupid. 

“Who you talking to, Serpent Slut?” One of the boys scoffed at you. 

“I’d rather be a Serpent slut than a bunch of little puppies trying to act like big dogs.” You swiped a large piece of wood from broken crate or delivery palette and swung it in your hand as you approached the boys. 

The boys laughed at your attempted to threaten. Their laughter only provoked you as you sent the large slab of wood flying towards the group. 

“Tell me, do you lick each others balls or just your own?” You smirked as the wood made contact with the group.

One of the largest boys, you can only assume to be Reggie, growled as he blocked the wood with his forearm. He held the knife out and one of the boys had the sense to snatch hold of his forearm to stop him moving forward, This only enraged Reggie more as he dropped the knife so he could bend down and grab hold of the rock you originally threw and shot it towards you. 

You tried to knock it away but the rock hit your face, splitting the skin on your cheek. You hissed and stumbled back, reaching up to where the rock had hit you hard. 

The boys followed by throwing a few more rocks towards you, bruising you in several places before the Wyrm door swung open and out came several of the. older generation including Hog Eye.

“Hey!” The men boomed as the boys took off. The men chased after them followed swiftly by Sweet Pea and some of the other young Serpents but Reggie must've brought his car as they managed to get away. 

“Hey, you okay?” Toni helped you up as the boys throws had knocked you to your knees. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said as you felt the warm liquid roll down your face, leaving puddle on the stones beneath you. 

“What animals.” Toni took her sleeve and held it against your cheek. 

“Maybe insulting and then throwing a giant plank of wood at them wasn’t my best idea.” You. grimaced as your cheek stung. 

“Yeah, maybe you should have come and got us first.” Toni agreed. 

“They were cutting up tires.” You gestured towards the flat tires on the bikes. “They would’ve ran before we made it back outside.”

“Always tryna play the hero, just like Jughead.” Toni teased you. She took you inside to which you informed the serpents that there was no news other than the fact Jughead got McCoy to agree to be Fang’s attorney. 

Hog Eye put a small butterfly stitch on your cheek and you held some ice on it to help the swelling go down. You silently cursed the jocks outside as you knew  that the fresh mark on your face would cause trouble not just with FP but also your dad. It was the debate tomorrow and you said to Archie you’d go. Showing up with a shiner wouldn’t help your dad or his worries. 

You were one of the last people to leave the bar that night. 

Your stalker from earlier had left what felt like a cold hand print on your back. It felt like he was holding onto you and the moment you’d step outside his grip would retract and bring you straight to him. 

One of the older men had offered you a lift back to Sunnyside on the back of their bike so you weren’t alone but once at Sunnyside, you couldn’t help but feel the fear seep through you. 

You sat on your bed with a crowbar from your car trunk tight in your grip. 

“Not today. Not today.” You kept whispering as you tried to keep yourself awake. If the Black Hood was coming for you, you weren't going down without a fight. 

The next morning you were awoken by a phone call. The sun was blaring through the windows and you noticed you had dropped the crowbar down onto the floor. 

“Hello?” You answered your phone, groggy from the sudden wake up call. 

“I’ve got Attorney McCoy here with Fangs now. She says they only have 24 hours to make something stick or they have to let Fangs go.” Jughead’s voice came racing through the phone. 

“That’s good news, right? He could potentially be getting out.” You sat up on the bed and rubbed your eyes. 

“I don’t know. With the dark circle vandalising the Wyrm last night I almost feel Fangs is safer in here then he is out there.” Jughead admitted, you could hear the concern in his voice. 

“He has the Serpents. We can protect him.” You tried to assure Jughead but in all honesty, you were worried for his safety yourself. 

“Yeah but from a whole town? When news gets out that Fang is suspected of being Midge’s murderer, the whole of the Northside will demand blood.”  Jughead was right. This wasn’t going to die down quietly.

“Look, we’ll deal with whatever is thrown our way. We’re Serpents after all. I’d come to the station today Jug but it’s the debate this afternoon and I promised Archie and my Dad I’d go to support him.” You told Jughead over the phone. 

“It’s alright. I doubt there’s much I can do today let alone both of us sitting at the station. I’ll call you later. Hopefully we’ll have an idea of the time Fangs can break out of here.” Jughead ended the call there and you decided to get up and washed. 

You drowned yourself in a coffee and tried your best to clean up your face. It  was hard trying to cover the bruising since it hurt to even put a make up brush to it but you did your best. 

Your phone rang as you went to leave to get some lunch at Pop’s before the debate. 

“Hey Archie.” You picked it up knowing full well he just wanted to ask if you were still coming. 

“Hey, you on your way to town hall yet?” He asked. 

“Now? The debate doesn’t start for another hour, Arch.” You pulled your phone away from your ear to check the time. “I’ll be there, Archie. I promise.” 

“Okay. Thanks. I’ll see you there.” Archie sounded nervous. You weren't surprised. 

After a small lunch at Pop’s it was time for the debate. 

You contemplated standing up on the side of the stage with Archie but you had your serpents jacket draped over your arm and thought it looked bad enough you had it as a reminder to the entire town about Fred’s daughter being a Serpent let alone flaunt it on stage. 

You sat down beside Betty so you could still be near the front so that your dad could see you in the audience. 

“Welcome, one and all, to tonight's Mayoral Debate.” Alice Cooper started the  debate off. “Jumping right in. Fear and unrest rule the streets. Hermione Lodge, how would you restore safety to the town?” 

“Well, we're already making strides, Alice. My husband and I personally recruited Sheriff Minetta from Centerville after Tom Keller resigned. Not one week on the job, and he's apprehended Midge Klump's murderer.” Hermione spoke boldly. You stuck your tongue in your cheek as the audience cheered. How dare they just accuse an innocent boy. A boy. Fang was still in high school for gods sake. 

“Fred? Rebuttal?” Alice turned the microphone over to your father. 

“We don't know if he's the killer.” Fred tried to back Fang up. You felt a warmth in your chest at that. The audience on the other hand didn’t. Especially the bulldogs. 

You locked eyes with Reggie and scowled as he smirked. 

“All I'm saying is let's not call for blood until we've had a trial. What does that say about us, about Riverdale?” Fred continued.

“You talk about not calling for blood, Fred? Are you aware of a group called the Dark Circle?” Hermione’s mention of the dark circle made your heart stop and from the look of Archie’s face in the wings you could tell his did too. 

“No, I'm not.” Fred admitted honestly. 

“Then let me enlighten you.” Hermione started. “The Dark Circle is a dangerous, radical group that traffics in terror, violence and street-warfare. It's a group started by your son, Archie.” Hermione didn’t stop there. “Let’s not forget to mention that your own daughter belongs to the same Southside hoodlum gang that Midge’s murderer belonged to. Now I ask you, Citizens of Riverdale, how can we trust a man to run a town when he can't even keep his own house in order?” 

Hermione’s words set a fire off inside you but with the sudden gasp of fear from Veronica as she stepped forward and said “Oh My God. It’s the Black Hood!” all hatred drained from your body like the colour in your face. 

You watched Archie dive towards your father as shots started firing. You called out Archie’s name as you tried to scramble towards the stage but Betty pulled you down. 

“Dad!” You cried out, Hal pulled Betty towards the fire exit and Betty kept her hand on your wrist. 

“(Y/n), I’m fine!” You heard Fred’s voice as you caught a glimpse of him behind the podium. 

The Black Hood soon fled from the scene and fortunately no one was hurt.

You kept yourself tucked under your dad’s arm as soon as you reunited with him and Archie. 

“I guess Sheriff Keller's not looking so bad right about now, huh?” Your dad moved away from you when Minetta finally appeared. 

“There's a trapdoor leading from the balcony to the roof that's not on any building plans. But I've got cars all over downtown. He's not gonna get far, we'll catch him tonight.” Minetta sighed, you tried to think that it wasn’t his fault but how could they fail to spot something as important as a door on the roof. 

Hiram stepped forward and you watched him like a hawk. His eyes met yours but only for a moment and you swore you saw a twitch of a smirk on his lips when they did. 

“Sheriff, if I may? Archie's come face-to-face with the Black Hood before, looked him in the eyes. Maybe he could help identify him.” Hiram suggested. You wanted to step forward and say no for Archie but fortunately, tonight, Archie had a brain. 

“You up for a ride-along?” Minetta asked. 

“Actually, I'm gonna head home, stay with my dad. Make sure he's safe there.” Archie refuses the offer, you could tell by Hiram’s face that he didn’t like that. 

“All right, then.” Hiram had to accept it in front of your father. 

“Hey Arch. If you and Dad are heading home I need to go to the station. Jughead is still there with Fangs and it isn’t fair he’s been there all day. I promise I’ll come home tonight after I check in on Jug.” You told Archie but you knew your dad was listening too. 

“But the Black Hood––” 

“––Isn’t going to make another appearance tonight. The town is crawling with cops.” You interrupted Archie, trying to assure him. “I won’t be long. I promise.” You kissed both Archie and your father’s cheek before darting to the exit. 

Jughead had texted you asking if you were okay, Betty had texted him about the shooting. 

Y/N: Everything’s fine. Dad and Arch are safe. On my way to station. 

You texted Jug as you drove over to the station. You pulled up behind it to avoid the protestors outside the entrance and quickly ran inside. 

“We’ve got an hour and then they officially have to let him go.” Jughead told you as you met him in the hallway. 

“There are a hell of a lot of people outside, Jug. Angry people.” You pulled your jacket around you tightly as your knuckles went white from nerves.

“I know.” Jughead placed his hands on his hips and looked past you to the entrance doors. “I got to go meet my dad. Can you stay here? Fangs shouldn’t be alone right now.” 

“Sure.” You had no problem staying with Fangs. 

Jughead let you inside the holding area and left swiftly after. 

“Hey.” You knelt down and touched the bars of the cell. Fangs was sat on the floor with his head in his hands.

“(Y/n).” He sat up when he realised it was you. 

“Hey kid.” You teased, smiling at him to try and cheer him up. “You’ll be a free man soon.”

“I’ll be a dead man. Reggie and his asshole club are gonna be waiting out there for me. Even if I didn’t kill Midge I still slept with her whilst she was dating Moose.” Fangs couldn’t hide his fear. 

“The Serpents will have your back if they are and you know that.” You reached forward and touched the boys hand. He took it and held onto it tightly. 

“You’re going to be alright.” You whispered, you wanted to make a promise but in the town of Riverdale, being alright couldn’t always be a promised that could be made. 

Time went by and the protest outside only worsened. You could hear the shouting and chanting as the sheriff finally unlocked Fang’s cell. 

You hugged the boy as he took you in his arms. 

“Hey, hey, hey...” You rubbed his back. “We’re gonna get out of here.”

You pulled away and immediately called Jughead. 

“Where are you? It’s gotten worse. How are we supposed to get him out of here now?” You moved away from Fangs as he collected his things from the desk. 

“I’m in the middle of it now! It’s the dark circle! They want blood!” Jughead yelled over the crowd he was stuck in. 

“Get inside. We need to make a plan.” You hung up and texted the other serpents to come inside too.

“I called your brother. He might be able to help calm Reggie and the Bulldogs down.” Jughead told you as he entered the building. 

“Okay. Go talk to Minetta about taking a different way out. I told Toni and the others to come inside to help too.” You sent Jughead Minetta’s way before taking Toni, Sweetpea and some others to where Fangs was waiting. 

You could see FP arguing with one of the deputies at the desk as Jughead moved away from Minetta, a look on defeat on the boys face. 

“Hey! Picking a fight with someone who is refusing to help us won’t solve the problem.” You moved forward towards the older man. 

“(Y/n)––” FP went to argue but stopped himself when he saw your face. “What happened to your face?” He lifted his thumb to your cheek but you pulled away slightly. 

“The dark circle last night at the Wyrm. It doesn’t matter. What matters is getting everyone out of here safe.” You couldn’t ignore the concerned look he had for you but it wasn’t the thing you should be focusing on right now. 

You returned to Jughead as you heard him speak. 

“We stand together so none of us falls. In unity there is strength.” Jughead pulled you towards the group. 

“In unity there is strength!” You chanted along with the Serpents. 

You were trying so hard to be the strong one being the oldest but you were terrified. There no denying that the mob outside scared you and you knew you wouldn’t be leaving unscathed. None of you would. 

“Alright. Gather up. Let’s take this bull by the horns.” Jughead put himself infant of Fangs along with Sweetpea. They were the muscle to push the crowds out of the way. 

You and Toni took the side of Fangs. You looked past Fangs, sharing a flash of fear between you and Toni’s eyes. The rest of the Serpents took the back. They would break off to push the crowd out the way if anyone tried to attack Fangs once you were outside. 

“Ready?” Jughead asked everyone. 

“Ready.” You all replied. 

“Ready.” You whispered to yourself again, trying to tell yourself that it was the truth. 

The doors were swung open by Jughead and Sweetpea as you all moved together. 

The shouting was deafening once you hit the cold air of outside. 

FP rushed forward to Jughead’s side to help keep the crowd off him and a few of the physically bigger serpents did the same on your side to protect you and Sweetpea. 

That didn’t stop people from clawing and grabbing at you though. 

You hissed as you tried to shrug hands off you. 

How could people want Fangs that badly?!

JUSTICE FOR MIDGE 

The words pierced your head as bodies collided against yours. 

“BACK OFF!” You bellowed as loud as you could over the crowds chanting. 

Suddenly, a loud thud crashed against the ground behind you. 

“Archie!” You yelled as he tackled Reggie to the ground. 

You tried pushing Fangs away from the boys as you spotted Reggie’s firearm. 

“FANGS!” The words seem to leave your mouth the exact same time as the shot fired. 

You didn’t know if the shot had hit anyone right away. FP had automatically gone to push you behind him to protect you. It seemed like a matter of seconds before you finally noticed where the shot went. 

“Fangs! No!” You were the first one to notice that it was indeed Fangs who took the bullet. You tried fighting against FP as he had started pulling you towards him to get you away from it all.

He finally let go when everyone dived to stop Fangs from falling. 

“Call an ambulance now!” FP pointed back at you. 

You scrambled for your phone, ringing 911 with tears rolling down your cheeks as the blood soaked Fangs shirt. 

“I need an ambulance at the sheriff station now! Someone’s been shot.”  

(PART 33)

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine making Hermione a home-cooked meal.

The spread on the table looked like something that would be on the cover of a magazine sold at the checkout aisle of a grocery store. All was holiday cheer - the red table cloth, the off-white dishes that were set perfectly, the silverware polished, and then the large casserole dishes filled to the brim of food that you had been working for hours. There were even baubles and ornaments decorating the table, and tinsel around the backs of the chairs.

“What’s all this?” Hermione asked, coming up to one of the tables. She leaned over a dish of mashed potatoes - they were still a little bit lumpy, but that was fine because nothing here was supposed to be overly perfect. The whole theme was coziness, togetherness.

“Dinner.” You said with a smile. Since you had moved in with Veronica and Hermione, after Hiram had been taken away, you’d been trying your best to fit in. This was your biggest attempt yet. “I’ve been cooking and baking since about five this morning. It’s not the prettiest, I’m afraid,” You motioned to the roasted vegetables, a couple were a bit overly dark from char, but were still completely edible. “But it’ll taste good, I can promise you that.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this. We ordinarily order from-” Hermione started, but then shut her mouth, realizing that it wasn’t just ordinarily. It was everyday. She hadn’t had something homecooked since she was a teenager. “Thank you, it looks amazing.”

“I helped.” Veronica smiled, coming out with a bowl of corn, ladden with butter.

For the first time in her life, Hermione felt like she was part of a family, not a dictatorship. She smiled and took her seat. “Only seems right that I’ll clean up after, so you don’t have to worry about the dishes.” She side-eyed you and winked, making you blush slightly. All in all, this had been a success, and things would never go back to the way that they were.

[nadjaofstatenisland]

I remember RAS once said he almost considered making Alice’s bitterness towards Archie come from Fred “breaking her heart” in high school and the original pilot script had a line about how Hermione “broke Hal’s heart” in high school and now I’m just imagining halice as these bitter suburbanites planning the demise of those who once wronged them and I’m laughing 

[malereader-inserts]

In the Face of Evil

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Lodges & Son!Reader Summary: The Lodges were practically untouchable, they were strong, dark and everyone knew not to mess with them. Yet, their biggest weakness was their own.  Word Count: 2,524 Request: Uuu, could you please do a Riverdale fic with a Lodge!Reader? I loved the idea of it ever since you posted the Jones! Reader x Veronica and I think it would be awesome if you could do something with it. I am a fan of angst, like *heavy* angst, but I am leaving it up to you because I have no actual idea on what could happen.  Warning: Graphic descriptions of torture, beating up, blood

“So we all received letters then, to finish Ascension Night?” Tom asked, his arm over his significant other.

The old midnight club all reunited for the unlikely reason, whilst they wanted to push everything behind and in the pits of their memories, it seems like the world couldn’t accept that.

“This was taped to my trailer.” Fred answers, throwing the neatly wrote threatening note onto the table that was accompanied with takeaways.

“Mine came to the dealership,” Marty announced, taking a sip of his alcohol, hand in his pocket.

“Thought you caught the Gargoyle King, FP?” There was a bitter tone to Hermione’s voice, nursing a glass of wine in between her hands.

“Tall Boy was using the game as a cover to deal drugs, but he wasn't the one running around, setting up chalices back when we were in high school.”     

Hermione’s eyes flickered between FP and Marty, “We're not really taking this seriously, are we?”

“I think we have to assume that this is real, if only for our kids' sake,” Tom replied, sighing, obvious that he did not want to participate in a game that everyone regretted.

Hermione, despite her stubbornness to place the cursed game, couldn’t help but worry what the words had threatened her. “And then what? I mean, we're just supposed to leave them home alone all night while we run around pretending to be teenagers again?”

“May I remind you what happened last Ascension Night? Someone ended up dead,” Alice reminded everyone, she could feel everyone being apprehensive about the whole ordeal, yet if they don’t do what instructed one of their kids could be the next target - no one wants that.

Penelope rolled her eyes, “We don't have any choice in the matter. We all know why this is happening again, and now. Two members of the original Midnight Club are daring to get married, to be happy, and the Gargoyle King, whoever or whatever he is, wants to destroy that. He is a vicious and petty god, and if we don't finish the game now, the Gargoyle King is never gonna leave us alone.”

“Yeah, maybe if we do this, we catch the son of a bitch.” FP agreed, he may not like this set up but if he was able to catch whoever did it maybe Riverdale got to sleep easy.

“There's only one problem...” Sierra started, her hand resting on Tom’s lap for comfort, “The letter says we all have to participate.”

Hermione looked up deep in her thoughts, “I'll talk to Hiram.”

“All right, well, it's settled then. We finish the game we started.”

Hiram wanted to protest, tell Hermione not to worry about the Gargoyle King, but when he had read the letter his blood ran cold. Hermione was hoping that he was going to agree that this whole thing was everyone being dramatic, yet when their children were being threatened - Hiram couldn’t take a chance on that.

“Hermione, they’re our children,” Hiram expressed, sitting up in the bed, “I don’t want to chance it.”

Hermione sighs, sitting down on the sofa in the bedroom. She loved her children, Veronica was strong, confrontational and loyal - everything she wasn’t when she was younger. Veronica was smart and could charm anyone around her pinky, for that Hermione and Hiram loved Veronica so much.

But you were a different story. You were treated differently with your parents and your sister but not in a bad way. You were a lot softer than your sister, with your kind eyes and reassuring smile - you were too innocent to even be related to Lodges. You were the youngest, your twin loves to brag about the five-minute difference, so naturally, you were protected and guarded.

It was one of the reasons why you turn to be the polar opposite of your sister. You were well loved, well cared for. Of course, you weren’t blind to your father’s crime. You were smart enough about the business, the deeds your father did to ruin others. 

You were after all a Lodge, you were cunning and had a temper - you were just subtle about it. Whilst your sister did not envy the attention you had, since she was also spoilt rotten when growing up, she vows to protect you because generally, you were the weaker out of the two of you.

“We go tonight,” Hiram concluded, hearing the door slam closed.

“Hey, I’m home!” Your voice rang out through the apartment complex, there was a knock on their door before your head peaked through.

“Are you alright, Mijo?” Hermione asked, concerned.

“Have you seen V?” You wondered, your dark hair slick back, “We were going to spend the afternoon together, would have thought she would be home.”

“Have you tried Pop’s?” Hiram asked, you smiled at him - he cherishes the pureness of it.

“Yeah, but she’s probably there when I left, anyway, I’ll see you later.” You disappeared as you close the door behind you.

Hermione and Hiram share a look.

“You better rest, Hiram, we have a long night ahead of us.”

“Girl's bathroom is clear. That's where I found the chalices before.” Alice sighed, FP behind her.

“Did you check the trophy case?” 

“Yeah, we did. Nothing.” Marty nodded to FP’s question, looking at Fred.

“We searched the student lounge, the closet where we found Featherhead...” 

“Second floor is clear,” Tom announced with Sierra close behind.

“So is the cafeteria,” Hermione spoke, her arm supporting her hobbling husband, who informed the club as well.

“And the library,”

“I don't understand. The objective was simple. Return to school, find the chalices, finish the game. What aren't we seeing?”

“Wait a minute, where's Penelope?” Alice questioned, her eyes scanning the group but there was no stuck up redhead within the group.

The group went running at the scream of Penelope, coming from the detention room. One by one they came in Alice straight away by Penelope’s side.

“Penelope, what is it?” The shaken woman, turn around and pointed at the whiteboard.

Words scribed the board, as if it was blood, in caps saying “Got You.” The skull of a carcass placed firmly on the desk.

“The hell does it mean?” Hermione questioned, her stomach dropped with tension building up in her.

“It's a prank, and we've been played,” Hiram deduced, leaning on his walking stick.

“Or...” Penelope started, still shaken to find the words, “it's just another iteration of the game. And what the Gargoyle King wanted all along, to distract us and lure us away from...”

Fred was quick to piece it together, “Our kids.”

Everyone was quick to whip out their phone. Hermione scrolls quickly to Veronica’s name as Hiram scrolled to your find yours. Bringing the phone up to their ears, dread-filled them up.

“Josie is with Archie,” Sierra nods at Fred, who just got off the phone with Archie to lock the room.

“Jughead and Betty are together,” FP confirmed.

“Veronica is with Reggie,” Hermione sighing in relief that one of her babies were safe.

She held the phone device close to her chest as Hiram was still trying to call you.

“Kevin is with Moose,”

Hiram pulled away from the phone, he was getting frustrated as it was the second time he was calling, Hermione diverted her eyes to his phone before meeting his eyes. His jaw lock, anger and worry filled him up.

“(Y/n) isn’t picking up.”

The night was filled with cold air and a mocking moonlight to beam down on you. Whilst it was way past midnight, that you should at home, you were just leaving Pop’s diner. You pulled your coat closer to you when your phone rang out and clear.

You fished it out from your jean jacket to see DAD on the calling screen, you were confused, you were sure that your parents were out for the night, they don’t come back before midnight. Just as you were going to swipe to unlock the phone and answer the call, you suddenly get a bat to the face.

“Grab him.”

You were picked up, ripping you from your thick denim jacket to the ground, and had thrown into the back of a car. Dazed and confused, you didn’t know where you being taken until you see the clearing for the forest. Your mind cast back to the crime scene of Dilton Doiley and Ben Button’s death. 

Being dragged by your upper arm you tried to resist, only to get thrown onto the floor.

“Please-”

You begged, but you saw the mask, you could never recall how long the beating had gone on for, only the final kick and the sound of them laughing before picking you up again to take you to the circle. Your face wasn't too bad, just a cut above your eyebrow, the scarlet blood flowing into your eyes. 

Or you felt like it was fine because comparing the pain and ache it was far worst in the body.

You were met with the Gargoyle King, every fibre of your body was on fire, as you were forced onto your knees. The world was spinning, you were going to vomit - blood and whatever you ate hours before. You were standing in front of the Gargoyle King, who knelt down to caress your cheek. 

You retracted back, spitting blood from your mouth.

Your body hits the floor when you Gargoyle King didn’t like your actions, how the gang decided to make way to you, but you see the King hold up his hand up with a pocket knife. Your eyes widen as it strikes down on you.

You scream, shout and felt every movement of the knife as the King twist the blade, you choke, gasping for air. The knife pulled out, and strike once more. You let out a piercing scream as the knife was out. You see the blood, your blood.

Thrashing with all your might, the energy left you tried to kick and damage the King, he held your hand down. Pulling the long sleeve up to show skin and the knife was brought down. 

You screamed, your head tilted to the side as you tried to see what was being permanently etched onto you. But, you were losing too much blood, you were losing will as vision started to fail you.

The last thing you saw was an arrow to the king and the cold blade away from the skin.

FP was quick to run at the scene with a crew of polices. He unmasked the King to find Manfred Muggs.

“Let me finish him!”

FP shoves the man to the police to arrest him, “Take him back to the station, keep him waiting, I’ve to take care of this.”

FP knelt down at you, pressing his fingers against your neck, barely finding a pulse as he carried you to the ambulance that was waiting. He remembers when Jughead was like this, but you were in a far worst condition, and he wishes no matter how evil Hiram was - no parent should ever see their kid like that.

The hospital corridor was stuffy and the air has an undertone of bleach. The walls were magnolia and were scrapped in places from the hundreds of trolleys that have bumped into them. The pictures on the walls are cheap benign prints of uplifting scenes and above the double doors are large blue plastic signs with the areas of the hospital that lie ahead.

Hiram and Hermione were quick to arrive at the Hospital when FP had called them about finding you. Veronica was quick to leave Reggie when she heard her brother was targeted.

“Is he okay?” She exclaimed, finding her parents in the waiting room.

Hiram was staring at the floor as Hermione looked at her daughter, “He’s in surgery, FP said he... He’s in a bad place, mija.”

Veronica holds back the tears, she stands in front of her parents. She could tell that her father was probably trying to think of possible ways to get revenge but was taken aback when Hiram looks up he was crying, or the recently tear stain face was a give away that he had just finished crying.

Veronica had never seen her dad cry before, Hermione was the emotional one in the relationship. Hiram ever cried, at least not in front of anyone as it could ruin his reputation. But, you had that effect, family was so important at that moment.

“Lodges, I was hoping I wouldn’t see you so soon,” The doctor greeted, there was no smile but there was no frown.

“How is he, doctor?”

“Surgery was fine, he’s stable for now,” The doctor looked down at the clipboard, “The injuries he sustained, for anyone, it’s almost impossible for someone to recover from, but your son seems to be healing - we’re keeping an eye on him.”

“Understandable,” Hiram nodded, “May we-?”

“Yes, you can see him, he won’t awake and he won’t be for the next few days. It’s the for the best, for now, he needs the rest and it’ll allow his body to heal.”

The doctor explained, allowing them to follow him into the room you were kept in. The family was numb yet feeling so many things all at once. The state of you was devastating. Your skin was patterned with black, blue and purple.

Wires all connect to you, the beep of your heart rate was steady enough for your family to relax. But, when they see a ventilator.

“He needs it to help him breathe, hopefully soon he’ll be able to breathe on his own.”

“What do you mean hopefully, aren’t you certain?” Hermione asked, standing by your bed, her hand caressing your forehead.

“Mayor Lodge, your son has received possible one of the worst attack I’ve ever seen. He’s endured a lot, he was barely alive when he arrived here,” The doctor explained carefully, noticing the unsettling silence of your father, sitting on the other side of your bed, “However, if he continues at this rate, he’ll recover well.”

The doctor clipped the clipboard to the end of your bed before excusing himself out the room. The door shuts behind as Hermione plays with your hair, with Veronica was by her side. Holding your hand, wishing you would squeeze it.

“Daddy?” Veronica whispered as Hiram finally looks back into reality, “(Y/n) is strong, he’s a Lodge, after all, he does the impossible.”

“I know, mija, but this shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

Hiram stares at your comatose body, cringing at the wounds you sustained. Much worst condition than him. He winces when he sees the words “sacrifice” carved into your right arm, his eyes read a few more words carved into you, “atrocity,” “coward,” and “disgrace.”

Hiram knew that they were forever scarred onto you, a reminder. The family sit down around you.

It was a matter of time until you wake up.

Yet, there was a dread that hung over everyone - unable to think what would happen if you didn’t make it.

You had to make it.