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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 10 months

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The Dragon’s Spoil (Aemond Targaryen x Rivers! Reader)

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Summary: The baseborn daughter with little knowledge of who your Lord father was, your life is caught in the midst of war. The Riverlands are the base for the Greens and the Blacks, dragons loom in the skies, and men die daily, especially within the walls of the cursed Harrenhal. It’s only when a certain one-eyed dragon comes for his retribution. The year is 130 AC and war endures.

A/N: You’re Alys Rivers but with less sorcery and more so just judgement over being a bastard. You’re around the same age as Aemond, maybe two-three years older than him at the time of the Dance.

Wordcount: 2,400

The Dragon’s Revenge

It is known by Commons and Nobles alike that the Targaryens have always ruled the skies.

They had for the last century: when the Old King had his decades of peace, continuing to his grandson, Viserys I. Dragons continued to fly over towns and for that century, the common people stared in both admiration and terror.

Peace did not continue for long, not after the death of the King and its disputes finally sprung forth. Rhaenyra, the King’s eldest daughter and Aegon, the second born but eldest living son from his second marriage had begun their war for the throne, and the people suffered for it.

It didn’t matter what the poor folk thought, not when their opinions were silenced over the sounds of constant clashing steel and the rumbling of dragons roaring above. Wherever war went, the people died for it, and on and on did the cycle continue.

The Riverlands had seen the most of the war, for a dragon appeared from the skies in early 129 AC. The blood wrym circled and landed on the Kingspyre Tower with a screech that shook the castle grounds.

The castellan, Ser Simon Strong, yielded it without the need of spilling blood to Prince Daemon Targaryen and he used it as a nearby base to carry his side’s attacks.

For the next few months, dragons and armies came and went through Harrenhal, your home for as long as you could remember. You had been fostered by the old man and uncle of Lyonel Strong, Ser Simon after the death of your mother, an unknown woman no one knew of. Not much was known about your father too: noble or baseborn too, there was one thing for certain, your looks were undeniably Strong.

The first men's blood was strong in your veins: from the curls that reached the small of your waist, black as a raven’s wing, to your eyes, brown as chestnuts. Squires and maids whispered within the walls of Harrenhal, murmuring of your potential parentage. One of the many kin of House Strong, many whispered it had been Harwin “Breakbones”, the man who fathered Princess Rhaenyra’s children with her first husband, Laenor Velaryon.

Others whispered it had been the castellan himself, Ser Simon, who took pity on his natural daughter, taking her in as a handmaiden. Some even mocked it had been Larys, Harwin’s brother and the Master of Whispers for Aegon’s small council, but those also mocked that spoke that it would’ve been impossible for him to even father children.

Harrenhal was a ruined castle: those who resided in its walls spoke of ghosts, deathly and dreadful, cursing those who was the owner. It was no surprise to you when you had heard of the rumours: of Lyonel and Harwin’s deaths and those that came before.

“Have you heard?” You had been kneeling by the fireplace when your closest friend, Perra came running through into the main apartment, a letter screwed in her hand.

“If you’ve come to tell me this bloody war is not over, I’m not interested.” You chided, wiping away the ash from your calloused hands against your apron.

Perra was from House Grey, a knightly house sworn to House Tully. Brown-haired and long-faced and a girl of ten-and-seven, she was as skinny as a stick and small as one too. Her uncle, Ser Garibald had sworn to the Blacks from the beginning of the conflict and it was without a doubt that Perra agreed.

She grinned toothily, shoving the letter in your face, assuming you were literate. “You will be most pleased to read what just arrived.” As you unravelled the scroll, your eyes darting over the words you were reading. “My uncle brings news. The Queen has taken over King’s Landing. Aegon has not been seen nor his children. The Queen Helaena and Dowager Alicent have been captured.”

“The Greens will not be most pleased to have their Queen returning to claim her father’s throne.” You rejected the letter quickly, handing it back over to Perra.

“This is good news, Y/N. The war will soon be over. Stark bannermen march down, so too will the Arryns.”

It didn’t seem possible that the wounded usurper king was missing but not much was known of his remaining brothers. Daeron remained at large a threat with his dragon, Tessarion, but what about the one-eyed brother, Aemond?

“You forget one thing, Perra. The King may be missing, but he has two other brothers, Aemond and Daeron. And they have dragons too. What would we do with them? Or where could they be?”

“They fight elsewhere.” Perra was too naïve to know such a thing, the excitement and positivity were good to hear of, but you doubted the Greens would leave the capital open so easily. “Vhagar has not been seen with her rider for days.”

Certainly, they will be looking for revenge. You dreaded.

Your conversation was broken when the low, dreadful sound came as a response of caution.

A long, blow of a horn was sounded in the courtyard, and the rush of footsteps and shouts erupted as vast as the sound of battle. Steel and shields could be heard being collected and as Perra rushed to the window to look out, she shouted. “A dragon comes! The Rogue Prince without a doubt.”

How you wish it had been.

The shadow of this dragon was much too large to belong to the blood wrym, looming over the entirety of Harrenhal like dusk. It appeared as if it was an apparition, and fears of what happened a century ago from the first Aegon could happen again.

It had not been Daemon that had arrived, but rather a one-eyed Prince who landed in the courtyard.

The ground shook when the old beast landed, mighty and worn from a thousand battles. The she-dragon growled, hissed and spat as she stared down at those who had gathered arms in protecting the base.

From her saddle, Aemond climbed down, appearing in gleaming armour of black and gold, adorning a helm of similar colours and a long dark plume. He was not mistaken for another Targaryen, for when the banners of a gold dragon on green cloth began to be marched through, you realised the war had not been over just yet.

You and Perra ran as fast as you could, gathering behind the stalls, and observing the entire ordeal go down.

From this close, you saw the Prince, and despite missing an eye, you couldn’t help but marvel at how otherworldly and comely he was from afar. Targaryen women were blessed with the rare beauty of Old Valyria, and so too were the men.

Aemond stood mighty in front of his dragon, and beside him, the new Hand, Ser Criston Cole, aged and haggard and not so knightly as the stories spoke of him. War and hatred had aged him horribly, and he stood with a sour face, adorning the golden armour of the Kingsguard and pin of the Hand.

“Which Strong rules this castle?” Aemond spoke aloud to the crowd that had gathered and when no one spoke or came quick enough, Vhagar hissed impatiently.

It didn’t take long for a voice to be heard, emerging the old man who presumably shared your blood. “Aye, I am.”

Aemond responded coolly towards him, “Ser Simon, I assume? Can you recall to me, Ser, which Master of Whispers sits at my brother’s council?”

“My grand-nephew, Larys, my Prince.”

“And you agree that you share the familiar ties to Strong blood?”

“Aye, my Prince.”

His seeing eye was wide with rage, mouth twisted when he spoke in unwavering patience. “Then pray tell, why have you yielded the castle to my uncle, and kept it as a base for the forces of his whore of a wife and pretender Queen?”

Ser Simon did not yield under the heavy gaze of the Prince, nor with the hot breath of the dragon eyeing him down. He had no hesitation when he stared death in the face, and he must’ve known that he would die this day.

Perhaps in the jaws of a dragon. You thought.

Simon spoke calmly. “Prince Daemon took the castle without spilling blood. I am, without a doubt, loyal to my Queen.”

Aemond tutted, his purple eye glaring in rage, though he remained calm. “You waited daily for a dragon to return and now, one does. Do you yield your castle to King Aegon, Second of his Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm?”

“Your brother – that cunt of a man – you wish for me to yield my castle to him?”

Aemond was to speak before Criston Cole stalked towards him, ready to unsheathe his sword. “Not yet, Cole.”

The Hand did not answer as he slowly stepped away from Simon, glaring silently. “Yes, my Prince.”

“I will not ask again, Ser. Answer truthfully and you will be spared alongside your kin. My dragon will not burn your walls the same way it did at the hands of my ancestor a century ago. Do. You. Yield?”

“I would never accept the words from a kinslayer.”

Kinslayer. The word was wrought with dread from the simple term, and it seemed to both spook and bring Aemond’s temper to rise. Or neither. Murdering his nephew with his dragon, chasing them along the clouds only for them to meet a death falling into the sea.

Aemond nodded to the honest words, and it took you everything not to grab Perra and flee through the castle gates. You knew that the Green’s forces stood just outside to chase any Black loyalists down.

Or even have Vhagar have a meal if she’s hungry. You shivered. Instead, you stood still, frozen in terror of what would happen if you were spotted.

The next words to come from Aemond’s mouth were wrought with venom.

“Cole. Bring me my sword.”

Men of Aemond’s forces grabbed for Simon, kicking and knocking him to his knees, holding him by the back of his burly arms. The Hand did not say a word, silently moving like a shadow before bringing forth what the Prince had wanted. There were cries in the crowd, presumably from those who were close kin to Simon.

A sword flashed bright silver when it was unsheathed from the Prince, as he stalked his way towards the knelt man.

“Speak now or forever hold your silence, old man,” Aemond asked, his mouth thin and twisted, holding the blade in between both hands. “Do you have any final words?”

“Gods be good to you and your ilk, kinslayer,” Simon spoke with as much pride as his “The Black Queen will come for your head and every Green who chases for her throne.”

Aemond did not flinch when he gave the man a worthy death, swinging the sword with might that it took his head clean off, thudding softly into the soft mud. Shouts and protests were heard in response, but they were deafened by the sound of Vhagar roaring.

You watched as the resigned Aemond brushed off some blood and its matter from the blade with a harsh flick. You could tell in his eye that it was something he shouldn’t have done, but what he had to do next was the next honourable thing:

His voice was laced with heaviness as he announced to his men, “Bring every boy, squire and baseborn of Strong blood to meet my steel.”

You grabbed Perra by the hand, fleeing back the way you came through, down the vanquished halls that had melted away like a thousand candles. Screams from others were heard around you as you hid, but to no use, the castle was surrounded by not only men but an ancient dragon that could burn it all down.

It felt as if no time had passed at all, before Perra was grabbed and thrown into the arms, screaming for you as she was led out the castle. “Perra!” You, however, found yourself running after her, colliding into the back of a heavily-armed bannerman, decorated in the green sigil of a dragon.

“No! Unhand me!” You screamed and hissed as you were dragged the opposite way from your friend, away from the sight of freedom and back towards the courtyard.

Aemond was facing his dragon when you came back to meet him up close, and you realise even despite the way he scowled as he looked you up and down, that he was still comely. You were thrown to your knees, your hands bracing your stumble as they were coated in the mud and blood that decorated the yard.

Aemond eyed you scrutinisingly as if assessing what was wrong with you and what he had to do to be rid of you. After all, you did have Strong blood in you, but he didn’t know that.

“Who are you, girl?” He drawled, but his tone was laced with taunting you.

You dared not to meet his dismal stare, instead, watching the blood-soaked and muddied ground or his muddied boots. “Y/N. Y/N Rivers.” You spoke earnestly.

“A bastard,” Criston Cole hissed, momentarily holding his sword’s hilt to draw it, “would you wish for me to bring forth her head, my Prince? Or she could be fed to Vhagar.”

“No,” Aemond dismissed quickly, too quickly. He was staring at her distantly, and it was difficult to see what he was thinking. His seeing eye was bright and staring down at her with disgust and fascination for her and those of House Strong blood. “No, she will not be fed to my dragon. She is much too reliable. Bring her warm clothes, Cole. I will have better use for her.”

“Yes, my Prince.” Cole relaxed as he grabbed you by the back of your arm, dragging you away from the yard, away from the one-eyed monster and his loyal beast.

You wished for your feet to stop yourself from being dragged away, to accept the headsman’s sword and to have your head beside those you were fostered by.

You looked back in horror, watching as the courtyard grew smaller and smaller, hearing the foreign, unknown words dragonrider spoke to their bonded dragon, the bright flame came from her open jaws, lighting up the pile of corpses you did not stand too close to a second ago.

#aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #Aemond the Kinslayer #aemond x reader #strong! reader #reader has the surname rivers #aemond targaryen x reader #female reader #asoiaf fic #aemond targaryen fic #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fic #house targaryen #the dance of the dragons

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gatheringfiki · 4 months

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The following ficlet was written by @marigoldvance based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Gen, Fix-It (ish)

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Ice & Stone

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Before there was battle and bloodshed, before there was hardship, struggle, twists and turns and fog behind the eyes; before long roads south and a journey into the unknown; years before there were whispers of reclaiming their homeland, there was ice and stone.

Fíli and Kíli had been raised on tales of the Fae Folk—the Faeyoran realm deep within the North Waste where an unnatural winter had descended after the defeat of Melkor’s army of wryms.

It was a dark and desolate place, unforgiving, swallowing anyone up who dared breach its borders.

Neither Fíli nor Kíli was dull enough to attempt to wander there alone. Work sometimes took them as far as the snowy lands of Arnor, but no further. They’d been warned by men and dwarves alike not to travel through the gates into the barren white.

Kíli respected everything he’d heard until he saw an Orcish blade pierce his brother through the heart.

If you could undo what has been done, wouldn’t you?

It was a question Fíli and Kíli had discussed when they were younger, filled with embarrassment or regret after some foolhardy adventure had gone terribly wrong. Fíli had told Kíli that, no, he wouldn’t change anything; that everything had happened to make him who he was. Kíli, on the other hand, disagreed, though he understood Fíli’s reasoning.

But too much had happened since then, and Kíli refused to carry on without Fíli at his side.

Mere days after the final battle at the foot of the Lonely Mountain, Kíli left without a word to his uncle. Slipped into the shadows and vanished into the night. He didn’t care what Thorin would think, his heart set on finding the door to the Faeyoran kingdom and pleading with them for his brother’s life.

The seasons waxed and waned, and Kíli pressed on. He slept little, ate less; found work as a smithy or carpenter in the towns he wandered through if he needed the money, but otherwise he kept his head down and his business to himself.

The Lonely Wanderer some called him with pitying expressions.

He paid them no mind.

It took several months before he reached the steps of the North Waste. He gathered supplies in Sûri-kylä, allowed himself a single night’s rest, and then departed at the first glimmer of dawn.

“You’re going the wrong way.” A girl said, her voice light as air, “The road is behind you.”

Kíli ignored her.

“You can’t go that way.” She insisted, though did nothing else to stop him.

Kíli readjusted the straps of his bag and continued forward, following the hint of an unused path up toward the stone gate.

“If you go through there, you’ll never come back.” She told him, suddenly sounding much closer. “No one survives the Long Winter.”

Once more, Kíli ignored her and looked for the mechanism that would release the gate so he could go through. He ran the flat of his hand along the smooth stone on either side of the gate, feeling natural divots and dips, but nothing that would open the gate.

“You need the words.” The girl said, now at his shoulder. “Dwaithe di Ilmyae.”

The stone gate groaned and scraped as it opened, revealing vast nothingness beyond.

For someone who seemed not to want to help him, Kíli was surprised she’d said the words at all. Not that he knew what they meant or even what language they were.

He turned to face the girl, to give her thanks, but there was no one there. He was entirely alone, the village behind him dark and asleep.

The impression of a voice on the breeze whispered, “Good luck.” and off Kíli went, through the gate that closed as soon as he was on the other side of it.

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Kíli was sure he would die here. The sun had risen and fallen more times than he cared to count, he had no food left and had to resort to melting snow for water. There were no trees, nothing to shelter against the dry, sharp wind that lashed his skin where it was exposed.

Yet, Kíli marched on.

He moved at night, when he could use the constellations to guide him. It was bitterly cold, but his body remained warm due to the effort it took to drag himself across the snowy terrain.

The voice of the girl haunted him.

“You’re going to be swallowed up by this place.” She’d say when he’d give himself a moment to quench his thirst.

“You won’t have the strength to make it back.” She taunted then, as Kíli hauled his bag off his shoulders and dropped it in front of him, crouching to retrieve the metal bowl he used to drink from.

For the first time, Kíli responded, “I don’t care. Nothing matters unless I have Fíli…If I die here, so be it. At least I’ll know I tried.”

“You do this for your brother?”

Suddenly the voice was still and together, not the warbled echo it had been since he’d first heard it. A shadow fell across him as he slowly chanced a glance up. There, floating a meter off the ground, was a wisp of a girl. Except, she wasn’t float. Silvery, webbed wings beat so quickly behind her they were almost impossible to see.

She stared at Kíli with a look of deep consideration, delicate brows furrowed. Her eyes, an eerie, glittering violet, bore into him. Kíli didn’t shrink back. Instead, he stood, met her gaze with a hard one of his own, and stood his ground.

“You would risk your life for the dead?” She asked, not cruelly, head tilted to the side.

Kíli didn’t hesitate. “For Fíli, I would give up everything and more.”

She seemed surprised at the weight of his confession but didn’t argue it. Rather, a sharp smile seeped across her petal pink lips.

“And what is your name?”

“Kíli.” Kíli said, accepting his fate if it meant giving Fíli life.

Her expression softened when she realized Kíli truly didn’t care for himself one bit.

“You understand what it means to offer your name to a Fae?”

Kíli nodded.

“And you still give it freely?” She was clearly puzzled. “You must love your brother very much.”

Done with the banter, Kíli snapped, “Are you going to help me or not?”

She smiled again, though this time it was a much gentler thing and had the effect of putting Kíli at ease.

“Return to Erebor, Kíli.” She said, and he wasn’t sure if her words were instructions or a suggestion. Regardless, he found himself compelled to do as she said.

It took far longer to return to the gate than it had to get him to where he’d been when she’d appeared. Kíli collapsed through the gate, hollow-eyed and weary, and practically crawled back to Sûri-kylä.

The men fed him, filled his bag so he wouldn’t go hungry before he reached the next settlement. Kíli thanked them, refusing to stay longer than it took to pack up what he needed despite the men’s concerned insistence that he stay until the following morning.

There was a fire in his belly. A sense of excitement that yelled at him to go.

He knew, deep in his marrow, that when he returned to the Lonely Mountain, he would see his brother again.

Fíli and Kíli were raised on the tales of the Fae Folk. Therefore, Kíli knew what might happen to him now that he’d given his name in exchange for his brother’s life. But there was something in him that told him, in a voice as light as air, that everything would be alright.

And so Kíli pressed on.

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

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project-everchosen · 11 months

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Link Collection Archive

This is just an archive of the link collections I had on the @lord-kallig blog page. As part of Retiring Kallig and Co Inc Ltd Plc, keeping these saved together as a back up for later reference. Either for myself or if some weirdo (affectionate, we are on Tumblr afterall) wants to look at the old stuff

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Roleplay Characters

For Details, click the linked names for direct page

Lord Kallig - Everchosen of Chaos and Ruler of the Unbound Empire

The Dream Heralds

Khaalzhak - Herald of Khorne, The Brass Beast and Devourer of I'mnx Shassanki - Herald of Slaanesh, Mistress of Ruin, and Tempress of Xarex Robigo Deos - Herald of Nurgle, Hymn Father and Apostle of the Everchosen Truzkuuth - Herald of Tzeentch, Wrym of Change and Oracle of the Everchosen [Redacted] - Herald of Malice

Kritski Twinhorn - Envoy of the Horned One and outsider of the Imperium

Quillion Zephan - Sith Trooper thrown into the 41st Millenium

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Worlds of Note

Original Worlds of the Unbound Empire

Deus Gemmas (Capital of the Empire) Mechancia Petram (Moon of Gemmas and home to mechanical dissidents) Praesidium (Fortress of the Empire, Home of the Elites of War) Opera Agri (Agri world of the Home System) Vorago (Dead World turned Mining World)

Terminus Princepts

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Extragalactic Lore

Expansion of the Beasts

Sv'vaden Solar

Sv'vaden 4 The Makabians The Kikreth

Malagast

Malagast Other Beastmen of Malagast Intergration of the World

Reg'Tritum

Reg'Tritum Technology from another Age

The Sle'keth Greater Domain

Domain Overview The Sle'keth Worlds of the Sle'keth

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Faith

The Primordial Pantheon - The Faith of the Masses

The Anfa'big Pantheon Pantheonic Myths Overview of the Main Cults

Organisations in the Empire

The Great Towers - State managed schools for Psykers Justicar Orders - The Empire’s Variant of the Inquisition The Primas Artificers - Mechanicus Deviants The Astral Adepts - Civilian Organisation, Sponsored by the Artificers

Politics of the Worlds

Notable Aspects of Law

Abhumans and Mutants in the Empire

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Military

The Praesidium Steel Bloods - Elite Guards of the Empire

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Unconventional Warfare

The Jackalian Anarchs - Excelsior Company #11 Knights of the Void - Warmongers of Chaos, Lost to their own ambition Wrath Hosts - Warriors of the Aether, manifest in flesh and steel Damnatorus and the Noctis Riders - Legions of Old, reborn as if from a myth

Minor Lore

Leman Russ Praetor - Jurryrigging to Official Pattern The Betrayal at Niaxis - The Last Stand of the Loyalist Praesidium Guard 103rd Praesidium Raiders

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Smaller Lore Stuffs

Lord Kallig

Kallig’s Political Retinue Visage of the Everchosen Inquisitorial Record The New Blade The Everchosen’s Philosophy

Blessings of the Minor Deities

Soul Manipulation Psychic Discipline

Psionic Mutations within the Unbound Empire

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Wider Galaxy Homebrews

Imperium of Man

Visivexi Dragoons

Nifthman Fusiliers

Chaos

The Fae Paladins

The Thunder of As'Khaa'k

Daemonkin Hierarchy

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Drabbles

Main Drabbles

The Duel of Heretics - Kallig and Akhen in the Arena

Dream Drabbles

Whispers of Dread Daemonic Disputes Warnings of Wraiths Malign Presences A Champion for Deos

Equipment

Kallig’s Mask Shassanki’s Equipment Patriarch Devrex’s Equipment

Kallig’s Psychic Power

Kinda NSFW Drabbles

Ruler’s Respite - Kallig and Devrex enjoy each other after a display

Definitely NSFW Drabbles

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lazycrow12 · 2 years

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What if the infection didn't immediately kill you?

What if you had the chance to fight the Radiance's influence and not get infected?

What if most bugs were able to fight off the infection because they believed so deeply in their king and that he'd save them all from her grasp that they survived for a while?

What if once the king left there was a massive influx of infection victims because they had lost hope in their king and that he'd save them?

What if the Radiance whispered doubts about the wrym and his ruling to bugs, slowly pushing bugs further and further from his light and making the bugs of hollownest easier to infect?

What if Hornet was able to not get infected because she had never believed in the king's light and never listen to the doubtful voice in her head?

What if I'm only doing this as an easy excuse to bring back the 5 knights?

I am using this as an excuse to bring back the 5 knights because my au will basically a fix-it fic with extra steps

#hollow knight #hollow knight fandom #hollow knight au

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sweetpeasgirl · 3 years

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Treat You Better | Sweet Pea

Description: Based on the song “Treat You Better” by Shawn Mendes, Jughead and Y/n’s relationship is at it’s bittersweet end and Sweet Pea, her best friend, is there to defend her

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Warnings: Kinda angsty but not really

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

The White Wrym is not where you thought you would spend your Saturday night but Jughead had said that he needed to take care of a few things and you didn't want to be blown off again. You understand that he's busy, you really do. He's the son of the former Serpent leader; of course he's going to have a lot more on his plate. You just didn't think he'd push you off of it- the plate.

Sweet Pea had warned you about that. It was the latest topic of argument between you. For best friends, the two of you fight a lot. You know he's just trying to look out for you, that's been his role since the two of you were kids. He's in the grade above you, and was originally your older brother's friend, but they fell out a couple years ago. He never left you though.

He's always been the one watching your back. At first he just kept you out of harm's way, whether that be from grade school bullies or the men who lurk in alleyways when you're trying to walk home. Now, though, he has to watch out for boys who say they care about you but don't. He has to watch out for heartbreak.

That's where Jughead comes in. Sweet Pea is just being his overprotective self, like usual. Sure, you've had your fair share of walking out into the busy street with your head down, and he's had to pull you back quite a few times, but this is different. He can't save a heart that's supposed to break. Jughead does care about you, or at least he did when you first got together last year. Some things, however, just aren't meant to last forever.

Forever is a long time and time has a funny way of changing things.

"Juggie, it's your turn," your voice is quiet as you hand him the wooden pool cue, trying not to draw attention to yourself.

It's cold in the bar and you had been alerted so suddenly that date night was getting moved here that you didn't have time to grab a sweater. You can feel the stares burning into uncovered shoulders. It puts you on edge as Jughead accepts the cue from your shaky hands and takes his shot absentmindedly. Something's going on in his head, you can tell by the way he furrows his eyebrows and watches the people around him.

You, meanwhile, are trying hard not to look anywhere but the green felt of the pool table. There's commotion all around you. Shouts can be heard from the bar and the sound of smashing bottles that accompanies them. There's laughter coming from somewhere else but it doesn't sound friendly. Whatever it's about is cruel; it’s something that should not be made a joke of.

You're definitely way out of your comfort zone. Hell, you're way out of your un-comfort zone. You're just plain scared and, with the lack of conversation that Jughead is providing, the regret is bubbling quick in your chest. You almost wish he would just break up with you so you can cry and move on already.

"Jughead," a loud voice breaks the awkward silence around the crowded pool table, "there you are boy. We can finally discuss what you wanted to talk about now."

A tall, middle aged man with light brown hair and a weeks worth of beard growth pats your boyfriend on the back. Jughead shoots you an apologetic look as he passes the pool cue back to you once more. Your blood runs cold as he starts to walk in the opposite direction with the newcomer. He's seriously leaving you alone, in a room full of people who honestly aren't the safest characters, on what was supposed to be your night. Something happened to the boy you first knew and this just settled what you already thought. It’s over.

Your eyes blur with unshed tears at the hurt and fear circulating through your veins. He disappears from sight and the dark atmosphere gets hazier as you grip the side of the table to keep yourself steady. You can once again feel the stares burning into your back. It's like they were waiting for you to be left unattended. When you're with Jughead, the heir of the Serpent crown, you can't be touched. When you're with Sweet Pea, their deadly warrior, you can't be touched. When it's just you, though, anything goes.

You don't know what to do. It's only a matter of time before someone approaches you and when that happens you'll be in a situation that you probably won't be able to get yourself out of. That's the one thing your mother always told not to do; never put yourself into a situation that you can't get out of. Sweet Pea would not be happy.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing here?"

Case in point. You jump at the sound of his voice but spin around instantly and bury yourself into his chest nonetheless. The tears fall down your face before you can stop them but you really couldn't care less. The smell of leather and pine surrounds you and warmth finally fills your body. Apparently you're colder than you had originally thought.

The relief that fills you is unmeasurable and you cling to Sweet Pea tightly, "It was supposed to be our night but-” you hiccup, tugging on his jacket- “I didn't want to miss another date night-” another hiccup- “I didn't want to-” you rub your forehead against his chest, your voice now just a whisper- “he left."

Your thoughts come out scrambled and between ugly sobs but it's enough for Sweet Pea to gather the overall picture of what happened. After all, he has been doing this for a while. He tightens his arms around you, the anger radiating off his uncovered skin in heated waves.

"He left you? Here?" Sweet Pea is seething when he pulls back.

He lifts you to sit on the edge of the pool table, the game laying discarded behind you. The visual reminder only makes the tears come faster and the warmth leave your bones again. You start shivering but this time you can't steel yourself enough to stop, the realization dawning before you can lie to yourself again. You and Jughead are done. You have been for a long time now and everyone else saw it before you did.

"Pea, we're over," you can't raise your voice above a harsh whisper, covering your raw face with your hands to suffocate the onslaught of cries you can feel bubbling to the surface, "we're over now. You were right."

You close your eyes to avoid staring into Sweet Pea's murderous chocolate ones. All you feel now is the ice circling your veins.

"Baby, hey," a large jacket that smells too much like Sweet Pea to not belong to him is draped over your shoulders, "it's okay. We'll go home."

The anger seeps out of his voice and you peer up to see the concerned face of your best friend once more. He's looking at you in the same way he was the time fell out of Jughead's tree house. You had blacked out from the fall and woke up in the hospital with a broken leg. He was so scared that he didn't leave your side for a minute. But it's different now, you're not physically hurt, so he shouldn't look worried.

You let out a sorrowful breath and just nod your head, a deep weariness settling over your being. At least you're getting what you had wanted. A clean break.

"Y/n, can we talk?"

You hadn't noticed Jughead come back but now he stands a little behind Sweet Pea who is still in front of you. Sweet Pea instantly turns at the sound of his voice, the rage back and in full swing. You just lower your head, too tired to keep it up.

"Jones you're so lucky I'm not beating the crap out of you right now. I didn't think you were stupid enough to leave her here but I guess I was wrong! You're just lucky I happened to be here. And that she doesn't hate you." Sweet Pea spits his words at Jughead

"Look, man, can I just talk to my girlfriend?" Jughead's voice is monotone, both of you knowing he's just calling you his so that he can officially end it once and for all.

It's for the best and you both know it. His phrasing, however, doesn't go over well with Sweet Pea.

"Are you serious right now? Or is this a sick joke? You forfeit that title when you left her as free game for anyone in this place,” Sweet Pea steps towards him and you hold your breath, knowing quite well who would win the fight if one were to ensue. “You're dating the most beautiful girl in this shitty town and you treat her like she doesn't even matter! If it was me she wouldn't be crying on a damn table, she would know damn well just how much I love her!"

Your head snaps up at his words, your breath hitching in your throat. The commotion of the bar is drowned out around you and all you can see is Sweet Pea's back. He can't really love you, can he? He's just making a point, being the best friend he always has been. The logic makes sense to you but you can feel your heart breaking for the second time tonight because of it.

You place a hand on Sweet Pea's shoulder, drawing his attention back to you, "it's okay Pea, I should talk to him at least."

He doesn't look happy but he nods, helping you off the table and moving to the side to let you pass. You look at Jughead and toss him a melancholy smile. It's wrapped with bittersweet memories from all your late night's at Pop's and early mornings coming back from the drive-in. Jughead and you had some pretty good times despite your inevitable end. Maybe, just maybe, though, you can make it a peaceful end.

"Y/n I do love you," Jughead takes his beanie off and runs his hand through his already messy, raven locks, "but not like I did before. Somewhere between moving here and, well, taking on the role of my dad I let us fall apart. I'm sorry."

"It's okay Juggie. I probably wasn't putting as much effort in as I could have," he scoffs at that, a guilty smirk on his face.

You both know that you gave this relationship your all. But, standing here now with Sweet Pea's eyes searing into your back, it's pretty clear that your heart was forming attachments with another person. Which means that sooner or later you and Jughead would have fallen apart anyway. Sometimes these kinds of things are no one's fault. It's a mutual heartbreak and when it needs to happen, it needs to happen.

"You know, y/n, I don't feel too bad about losing you to him."

You furrow your brows at his comment, your voice cracking slightly when you speak, "what do you mean? He was just saying all that stuff. Pea doesn't love me."

Jughead rolls his eyes and glances quickly at Sweet Pea before walking closer to you. You can tell he doesn't want him to hear what he's about to say.

"Y/n that boy is in over his head. It's a feeling I can relate very much to but listen to me," his eyes capture yours in a serious stare, "he's going to treat you better than I ever could. He's not going to leave you in dangerous situations or bail on plans. Can't you see he'd take a bullet for you?"

Your heart races at his words and you spare a glance at Sweet Pea. He's already looking at you, the worry back in his mesmerizing eyes. He raises an eyebrow at you, pulling a smile to your lips. Maybe Jughead is right. Maybe you love Sweet Pea as more than a best friend.

Looking at him now, his tanned skin glowing under the dim lights and his dark brown hair pushed behind his ears, there's no doubt in your mind that you're attracted to him. Sweet Pea has always looked handsome in your eyes, even after a fight with purple bruises staining his face. You think back to all the times he's been there when you needed him most. That boy drops whatever he's doing when you call; no matter if you're just bored or looking for someone to nap next to he’s there next to you. You've always felt at home when you're with him. Hell, you have a drawer in his room devoted to your clothes.

Sweet Pea loves you and you're pretty damn sure that you love him too.

Turning back to Jughead, you nod your head, "I'd take one for him too."

"Good. I think I'll leave now. Thanks for everything, y/n," Jughead pulls you into one last hug before heading out the door.

You pull Sweet Pea's jacket tighter around you as you walk back towards him. He gathers you once more into his chest and you let the last of your tears fall. There will never be a time when parting isn't such sweet sorrow. It's the beginning of something new but also the end of something that you once thrived on. However, wrapped completely in Sweet Pea's scent, you've never felt like you belonged somewhere so much.

"Ready to go home baby?"

"Yeah Pea. Let's go home."

#Sweet Pea #sweet pea riverdale #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x you #sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea imagine #riverdale #riverdale imagine #jughead jones #riverdale series #reader insert

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 3 years

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Pirate Queen AU

Luka, seeing Sass: Look at my pet Wrym!

Marinette, whispering to Alya: Is this what they call a himbo?

Lol

#pirate queen au

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just-another-ficwriter · 3 years

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Seconds To Midnight

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Words: 2400ish

Warnings: Underage drinking, a lil heart break, pregnancy

Summary: Y/N and Sweet Pea share a lifetime of New Year’s together, some better than others.

Notes: Filling my ‘Midnight Kiss’ square on my @riverdalebingo card! The next few days are gonna be a flurry of super late Christmas Eve/New Years posts as I attempt to catch up!

10...

They still can’t believe they’ve convinced their parents to let them stay up passed midnight. Not even when the five of them are crammed into a booth at the Wyrm arguing over a pack of cards and sharing bottles of soda way past their usual 10 year old bedtimes.

By the time the ball drops, Jug’s already asleep, the cheering from around the bar barely making him stir. Fangs and Toni decide to mock the adults around them, pouting at each other and making ‘kissy’ noises. Y/N laughs along with them, pretending to gag, but Sweet Pea doesn’t miss the way she blushes when she looks over at Gladys and FP once more.

A tint that deepens a dark red when he leans over and places a quick peck to her cheek.

“Happy New Year Y/N.” He whispers, thankful that the others are still too distracted to notice.

“Happy New Year Pea.”

9...

By the time they’re 13, they care a little less about their parents permission, opting to swap the warmth of the Wyrm’s crowds, for the back of Fang’s brothers truck, at the edge of the car park instead. The same way Jughead’s opted to switch them for Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper.

The huddle together for warmth, gazing up at the stars, and even though no one will admit it for a fear of being deemed ‘uncool’, everyone’s excited for the burst of fireworks about to come.

When the first explosion sounds off, Sweet Pea misses the look Toni gives him, her eyes switching fiercely between him and Y/N.

But she doesn’t give up.

“I dare the two of you to kiss.” She blurts out the challenge, and Sweet Pea hears Y/N suck in a breath beside him.

“What?” He chokes on the word, eyes casting from her down to his lap, not missing the way Y/N’s leg brushes against his, suddenly aware of how close they’d been sitting.

“It’s midnight.” His best friend shrugs, the streak of bright pink hair falling off her shoulder. He can still remember her Grandmother’s face the first time she’d seen it, Toni’s first act of outright defiance. “You have to kiss someone.”

“Then you kiss Fangs.” Sweet Pea’s hand gestures wildly between the two of them, both gagging in unison.

“That would be like kissing my sister.” Fangs’ nose scrunches up with the statement, and Y/N can’t help but laugh.

“But-“

His fight is already lost, now three against one as the girl besides him sits up straighter, rolls her eyes and simply grabs his face. “Oh Pea, just shut up and kiss me!”

He’s too distracted by the warmth of her palm against his skin, feather light fingertips dancing across his cheek, to see her closing the gap between them.

He sees fireworks even when he closes his eyes.

8...

At 15, Y/N’s forced to spend New Years at her grandparents. Their first one apart in 6 years and Sweet Pea feels her lack of presence more with every passing second.

He misses her when Toni talks about last years celebrations and sneaking on the Wrym’s roof, when she text him early so her words don’t get caught in a signal back log, when he sees Jug squeeze Betty’s hand.

He wishes she was there to share the beers Fangs has managed to steal for them and make fun of the way Archie follows Veronica around like a lost puppy, wondering how their two opposite friendship groups somehow became intertwined to ring in the new year.

And when the count down ends, he watches as Toni kisses Ginger, turning to tell Y/N she owes him $5, before remembering she’s not there. His heart sinks a little a further as he struggles to understand the feeling swarming in his head.

He’s not interested in the fireworks that year.

7...

When they’re 17, everything just goes wrong.

They’re at their first official New Year’s Party, thrown by none other than Cheryl Blossom, as they desperately cling onto the last parts of their high school selves, months before they all leave the town behind and disappear to different colleges.

Some partying to celebrate the year that everything changes, others to forget what lays ahead.

They dance too much, they laugh too hard, they drink more than they should.

One minute she’s in front of Sweet Pea, the next she’s gone.

The panic sets in, once the ball drops, and he only catches a glimpse of her over Josie’s head once the singer starts pulling him towards her. Y/N laughs at something Reggie Mantle whispers in her ear, the sound piercing into Sweet Pea’s lungs.

He hadn’t planned on kissing her at midnight, yet now it’s he can think about.

But he’s too late.

He’d never make it in time, not with Josie hanging onto his arms. Not with the way Reggie’s already leaning in to do the one thing he’s always been to afraid to do.

He wants to look away, but he can’t, even when he’s sure his heart won’t take it. He watches as Reggie’s lips press firmly against hers, watches the way she kiss him back and does the one thing that would stop him screaming out over the crowd.

He kisses Josie and pretends it her.

Her eyes blaze like fires when he finds them again, and Sweet Pea doesn’t see it back then but everything changed in that swift couple of seconds, a silent, wordless disagreement that tears them apart.

Distance grows between them, not just physically as she leaves to chase her dreams in New York City and he stays, ever attached to Riverdale.

His heart shatters at the thought of the next New Years Eve without her.

But thinks maybe its for the best.

6...

“Y/N will be there.”

Sweet Pea still declines the invite politely, but he can tell by the triumphant glint in Toni’s eyes that she knows she’s won.

There’s no way he’d turn down the opportunity of even a glance at his former best friend after three years.

So he finds himself dressed to the nines, hiding away on the rooftop of Toni and Cheryl's penthouse apartment, because of course they have one of the best views in New York, trying to forget the image of her dressed in red.

It doesn’t take her long to find him, and he doesn’t need to turn around to know it’s her creeping up behind him. He can feel her presence the minute she steps out, like it’s coded in his DNA. He hates it as much as he loves it.

“Hi.” She breathes out the greeting, tiptoeing across the unsteady ground between them. It’s the first words she uttered towards him since she left for college and the sound makes his heart sing.

“Hi.” He parrots back, there's so much more he wants to say but that's all he can manage. Her eyes meet his, locked together, unaware of the countdown being called out below.

And then she laughs.

And he does too.

Laughs over the stupidity of it all, laughs because its them, laughs until it hurts, until the fireworks explode around them surprising them both back to silence.

“I’ve missed you.” He feels her hand close over his, fingers squeezing his tight.

He feels like he can breathe for the first time in a long time. “I’ve missed you too.”

5...

This time its him that finds her on the roof, eerily similar to their moment two years prior.

They’ve been trying for the last few years, piecing the remains of their broken friendship back together. But it’s not enough.

Not for him.

Maybe not for her.

The thought rips through him, his chest exploding with pain, and need, he has to tell her. He can’t wait any longer.

The idea alone burns its way into his lungs until he can’t breathe, until he can’t think straight.

“I love you.” The words slip out the same time the noise below them erupts into a chorus of the number ten. He can hear it all around him, from people in the building next door, from people down the street.

She just stares at him, eyes wide with a hint of something he doesn’t quite understand.

“You don’t have to say it back.” He panics, trips over his words and the way she looks at him. “I just want you to know.”

He’s whispering into the dark, but she can hear him, over the chanting, over the beating of her own heart drumming clear in her ears.

“I just love you.” He falls into a spiral, confessions pouring out as he plunges downwards like the countdown under their feet. “I always have, I probably always will.”

And as the ball drops, and the crowd underneath explodes in cheers, their friends, she’s suddenly pulled back into reality.

Her eyes soften at the sight before her, Sweet Pea’s bashful grin luminated by the glow of the fireworks in the distance, their light dancing off his skin.

And she does the first that comes to her mind, the only thing she’s wanted to do every New Year’s Eve since she met him.

She kisses him.

4...

At 25 they find themselves back on the roof.

That roof.

Their roof.

A location so sentimental to their relationship.

Relationship.

The word feels so weird in Sweet Pea’s thoughts, the concept of her being his girlfriend still so foreign to him, still so unreal, even after three years.

He loves her.

More than he’s loved anything ever before in his life, he’s sure of it. And he’s sure she loves him too, even if sometimes he doesn’t understand why, but lord knows she does.

Which is why he finds himself down on one knee, velvet ring box held tightly in his shaking hand, surrounded by candle light and rose petals that float in the wind. He can feel wet tears streaking lines down his cheeks that mirror her own as she nods out her answer, not trusting her own voice before she pounces at him.

His back hits the floor the same time fireworks light up the skyline and his heart swells in bliss when she slips the ring onto her finger, a perfect fit.

“Did she say yes?” Fangs calls from across the roof, head peering around the door, Toni just behind.

“She said yes!” Sweet Pea sings back, a permanent grin on his face.

It’s only seconds later the two dive on the couple still sprawled out on the floor, four sets of limbs, four sounds of laughter, embracing in celebration.

3...

The tell tale signs are there all night, he doesn’t understand how he didn’t see it sooner.

She professional switches out her vodka orange for plain juice, gags at her usual favourite fancy foods that Cheryl and Toni insist on serving every year, and has ran to the bathroom more than once in the last three hours.

But he doesn’t fit the puzzle pieces together.

Not even when she slots her hand in his, half guiding, half pulling him towards the roof and presents him a neatly wrapped gift once they’re surrounded by cold night air.

It’s only right she thinks, to tell him here, on the very roof top he confessed his love, where he asked her to be his wife only a year before. It has to be here he finds out this too.

He stares, confused down at the box held in his hands, feeling guilty that he has nothing to give her. She laughs at him, a sound that still sets his heart alight as she encourages him to open it quick.

The excitement takes over, racing to reveal its contents before the countdown sounding below hits 1, his fingers make light work of the paper.

When he lifts the lid of the box he’s sure he’s stopped breathing.

This can’t be real.

Two blue lines stare back at him, clear at the dead of midnight and he chokes out a sob.

“You’re?...” He can’t finish the sentence, can’t get his tongue to move and say the words. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, nodding her head in confirmation.

He can’t help but drop to his knees, his hands gently cradling her barely there bump, his heart so full of love.

“I’m gonna be a Dad.”

2...

Of course they get married on New Year’s Eve.

It’s their day, no matter how much Toni and Fangs tease them about it. But their friends draw the line at a roof top wedding.

Sweet Pea can’t describe the day as anything other than a god damn dream.

He’s wanted this for so long it’s hard to believe it’s actually happening.

She looks a vision in white, too good to be true and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

As he twirls his now wife in his arms, their baby girl nested up against Toni’s chest just a few feet away, he’s so overwhelmed with love that he can’t help but cry.

It starts as a gentle shake from his chest, vibrating through his shoulders before the tears fall fast and he has to hide his face in her hair.

Tears pool in her own eyes as she pulls him closer, whispers how much she adores him into his neck, claims she’s the luckiest woman in the world.

He’s not afraid to admit this might be his favourite New Years Eve.

1...

At 30 there’s no lavish parties.

No roof top confessions, no pregnancy announcements, no engagements, no Wrym.

Just them and their closest friends sprawled out in their living room, discarded pizza boxes on the coffee table, their three year old asleep upstairs.

And when those around them start counting down, Sweet Pea cups her cheek, tilts her head towards his so he can see her eyes staring back.

“I love you.” He whispers, so honestly, so raw. He feels her smile into the kiss that comes next. He doesn’t care that his friends might see them, not like that shy ten year old hidden in a booth 20 years ago daring to plant a peck on his best friends cheek. No, he wants everyone to see how happy his is now, how far they’ve come. “Happy New Year Y/N.”

“Happy New Year Pea.”

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beronicahugs · 3 years

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Not my Jacket (s.p) - Part I (rescripted)

Hello! Since it’s been 3 years since I began to write this series, and I completed it on sort of a bad note I figured I would rewrite it and make it a little more detailed..

If you want to see the ‘old’ series, you can find it on my masterlist.

Let me know if you guys want me to continue rewriting this series :-)

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word count; 1.6k

It was a Friday, as many students around southside high jumbled through the hallways. Although cloudy many people were excited to get their weekends started. Whether it involved drug running from one gang to the northside (which was a typical ghoulie Saturday night) or the serpents gathering in their favourite bar, everyone in southside high could agree they were in much need of a weekend. Student were just pooling out their classes, most shoving anything into their locker.

An unfamiliar figure, red hair sticking out from the sea of dark colours in the hallway, ran into the front door of the building. Both ghoulies and Serpents alike looked at the strange boy, some members already sizing up for a fight.

“Archie? What the hell are you doing here?” A dark-haired boy spoke. This was Jughead, a recent serpent by blood, being a new student at southside high not wanting to drag much attention to himself. But here he was talking with a candle in a dark room.

“It’s Mayor McCoy. She’s rounding up all the serpents! You have to come back with m-“ Before Archie could speak, a new member to their conversion came over, pushing him back slightly. He was at least half a foot taller than Archie, and about four times as intimidating. This was Sweet Pea, and while many people liked to joke that he wouldn’t hurt a fly, no one would say that to his face.

“What are you doing here? This isn’t the northside, did you get lost on your way to the football game?”

Archie glared at him, before turning his attention back to Jughead, “Look”, he spoke, “Mayor McCoy is on her way over here right now and she’s sen-“

However before he could finish she walked in herself. Along with at least a dozen police officers.

They were handcuffing students left and right, and they were all serpents. No ghoulies touched at all. Sweet pea watched in horror as they first got Fangs, then Toni and many more serpents he was friendly with. Sweet Pea started to panic, he was not wearing his jacket.

“Fuck.. Fuck where’s Y/n?”

~~~~

You were laughing at something Sweet pea had said. Your fingers were laced with his as soon as you had gotten off his bike. Every morning, rain or shine he would show up at your house and give you a ride. Much to the dismay of your parents. Despite all these circumstances though, you were not together. There was flirting, hand holding, and movie dates, but it was never ‘official’. Sweet pea had wanted to ask you out for the longest time, however since you weren’t a serpent not many people would agree with the relationship. He did have thoughts at night if it would be better if he didn’t acknowledge you. It had already caused problems with the ghoulies in 9th grade, and If he could help it he wished that no one could harm you.

It was a cold October morning while you walked through the parking lot. You had forgotten to bring a sweater that day, your hand removing from Sweet Peas as you rubbed your hands up and down your arms.

“Cold?” Sweet Pea asked. He was already in the process of taking his jacket off as you shook you head.

“No, Pea I’m fine I- “

“Just borrow it until lunch. I think you have English first and that class always has the windows open.”

~~~~

“Who’s Y/N?” Archie spoke, a bit dumbfounded that Sweet Pea could remember any girl’s name.

It was like slow motion for all three boys stood by the lockers. Being dragged out of her favourite class, Chemistry. The look on her face was etched with confusion, worry, and slight anger. She was struggling against the too very tall officers (albeit not taller than Sweet Pea). Both officers sported similar looks of pride, as if to say, look at us we caught the bad guy. But that was exactly the problem as they pulled you down the hallway, you weren’t.

Her eyes met with Sweet Peas first, slight tears forming. And then her eyes snapped over to the red-headed northsider with a glare. There were silver handcuffs digging into her wrists as they pushed opened the front doors roughly before taking off in a police car.

“Fuck!”

Sweet Pea hit his fist into the lock, leaving a large dent in it. His hand then went directly to his hair, tugging and trying to figure out what the hell to do now. Before Archie had a moment to say anything, Sweet Pea whipped around grabbing his collar.

“You did this! You asshole!” Sweet Pea heaved, “She’s now in prison because you called mayor psycho”

Archie shook his head, and pushed Sweet Pea back, “I didn’t do that. I came to warn you. And why are you so worried about her? I’m sure you’ll find another southside girl”

Sweet Pea’s fist collided with Archies jaw, before he fumed off, trying to figure out how the hell he was going to get you out. And how he was going to explain to FP he gave a non-serpent his jacket.

After cooling off, Sweet Pea decided he would join Jughead to go see Tall Boy. They needed a plan to get the other serpents out of the Riverdale sheriffs jail. Jughead had agreed for Sweet Pea to come even though he wasn’t a fan of him, he was a fan of Y/n. She had the northsider smile and grades but occasionally the force and anger of a Southsider. He often wondered why she even went to southside high.

The two boys stepped into the Wyrm, before narrowing down on the man with the beard in the corner. “So Tall Boy, Jughead spoke, “what are we going to do?”

The older man grumbled, taking a sip of his beer. “We wait, they won’t stay in there longer for a week”

“A week? A week?!” Sweet Peas voice raising.

“What’s your problem boy?” Tall Boy narrowed his eyes. “you aren’t in there”

Jughead cleared his throat, putting his hand on Sweet Peas shoulder to pull him back. “His girl- uh friend is in there, he’s just a bit concerned”

“So..” Tall Boy raised his eyebrows, “she’s a serpent, she’ll be able to fight if needed”

“No, Jughead shook his head, “She was just wearing Swe-“

Sweet Pea elbowed him in the ribs before he was able to finish his sentence. If Tall Boy, or any other serpent for that matter knew that he had lent his jacket he would be in shit.

“It’s Fine”, Jughead shrugged, “She’ll get out”

One week for Sweet Pea without you has hell. The ghoulies were consistently stepping on serpent territory now, so he couldn’t even go to the Wrym to cool off. Plus he didn’t even like school, it’s not like there was anyone he really talked to besides Fangs, Toni and you. He was only starting to talk with Jughead, but since you had been taken off he gave Jughead the cold shoulder every time he tried to talk to him.

During this week, the ghoulies had decided to make a bet with the serpents. A car race for southside territory. Luckily Toni had gotten back a few days okay, shrugging at Sweet Pea when he asked if she know if you were out yet.

After the cars took off, Sweet Pea looked at his nails and began picking at them. It was a nervous habit his mother had always told him to get a new habit. That only led to him having a bit of a breakdown in freshman year with smoking, and he had only quit because every time he would smoke you would ignore him for the day.

A small tap on his shoulder made him turn his head fast, annoyed at whoever was interrupting his mundane activities.

His eyes light up. Y/n stood in front of him, his jacket held in her arms as she handed it out to him. Her eyes were happy like Sweet Pea’s, except with large eye bags that had just started to form.

‘Y/n?” he whispered.

“Yeah Sweet Pea…It’s me”

“Didn’t get any stick and poke tattoos in jail did you?”, He raised an eyebrow jokingly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, She grinned “But I can barely get my flu shot each year”.

Sweet Pea laughed, going back to face the gravel path Jughead, Archie and the Ghoulies had just raced down a few minutes ago. The girl stood next to him, eyes solidified to the ground as she asked her question: “What does it take to be a Serpent?”

Sweet Pea looked back at the girl and frowned, “Why? You don’t want to be one do you?”

She laughed nervously but smiled large enough that Sweet Pea couldn’t tell. “No..No! Just well I was ‘in the slammer’ she said with quotes, “I just noticed there was a lot of serpents. And they seem to stick up for each other”

Sweet Pea gave a small smile back, mumbling a “Good” before going through all the processes of what going through initiation was, including multiple hazing ‘obstacles’. As the boy explained this to her, she kept repeating in her head you’re going to be fine, you’re going to be fine.

What Sweet Pea didn’t know, and what she hoped he’d never find out is how she got out. Thanks to a certain serpent named Penny Peabody with quick wit and horrifying deals: She had to become a Serpent within a month, or her and her family would be forced to move out of Riverdale.

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jasmine2042003 · 4 years

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Sweet Pea x Reader - Serpents and Flames - pt 1

Welcome to my newest story! This is a Riverdale Sweet Pea x reader story. WARNING: This could get dark BUT I never end a story in a sad way! Enjoy! Xxx

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Jughead pov

The metal detector started beeping as I walked through, “It’s the pins on my hat,” I said sighing, the guard telling me to take it off and go again, which I did with little resistance. “Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third.” I heard, looking up at a camera flash and the voice, I saw a girl about my age with pink hair, tan skin and wearing a leather jacket. I looked at her in confusion, “Uh, it’s Jughead actually.” I told her, she smiled and introduced herself as Toni Topaz.

We walked through the halls of Southside High, which seemed to be decorated with graffiti, garbage and what looked to be a shrine. I stopped in front of it, causing Toni to stop as well. “What’s that?” I asked, there was a picture of a family, a burly man with sleeve tattoos, a woman with a delicate smile and a little girl with a big grin on her face and cheery (e/c) eyes. Toni looked at me in confusion, “That’s the (l/n) family,” She told me, as if it was obvious.

I nodded, “Well, what happened, why is this like, a shrine?” I asked and her confusion turned to shock. “You really don’t know?” She asked me, I shook my head and Toni sighed, “I thought your dad would have told you about them.” I shook my head again and asked her to explain. We walked over to the shrine, there were snakes decorating what used to be a water fountain, there were flowers, both dead and alive and what seemed to be letters surrounding the family photo.

“The (l/n)’s were Serpent Royalty,” She started with a small frown, “They had been in the gang for generations, almost since the beginning. All of them married Serpents, their children became Serpents, then their children became Serpents. Until one night, a little over five years ago.” We looked at the photograph once again, “(f/n) and (m/n) were murdered in their own home,” She told me, causing me to look up in shock, “We don’t know who did it, but whoever they were didn’t leave (y/n) a chance.”

“(y/n)?” I asked, Toni nodded and pointed at the small girl in the center of the picture. She had (h/l), (h/c) hair, sparkling (e/c) eyes and (s/t) skin, she had her arms wrapped around her father’s waist, her mother had a hand on her head and they looked happy. “She was twelve when it happened, she had just been initiated but the killer set the house of fire, with her still in it.” I looked at Toni, fear and utter disbelief written across my face.

“The Sheriff wrote it off as some crazy junkie and the family just living in the wrong house. But the Serpents have a different theory.” I motioned for her to continue, “(y/n) was supposed to become Serpent Queen, she had already been initiated and was going to take over when she was eighteen, the Serpents think someone wanted to destroy that chance and take over themselves.” I had no clue this had happened. Why didn’t anyone report it? Why didn’t dad tell me?

“Because your dad was (f/n)’s right hand, everyone thought he did it,” I was about to protest when she raised a hand and cut me off, “But even he and (y/n) were close, FP loved her like his own. We still don’t know what happened and nobody actually found (y/n)’s body, so people think she escaped or just died somewhere else. Today was actually her initiation day. She would be about our age by now.” She told me, wistfully stroking a finger over the photo of the young family.

“Anyway,” She said, walking through the halls and leading me to a different area of the school that seemed to be the cafeteria. “Here in the cafetorium,” She started, beginning to point at different tables, “Ghoulies sit over there,” There was a group of teenagers wearing studded jackets, “Rival gang, drug dealers, street racers, rumours of cannibalism.” I guess she saw the look on my face because she told me not to ask.

“And we sit over there. With the Serpents.” She told me, walking over to a table of teens wearing the Serpent jacket, a leather jacket with a snake emblem on the back. I stopped walking, “You’re a Southside Serpent?” I asked, she looked at me like it was obvious, “Why do you think I volunteered to give you the tour?” She asked, so she only offered to help me around because I was FP’s son.

I told her that I was going to sit on my own, “I’m confused,” She told me, “Aren’t you like, a Serpent by blood? The son of FP Jones?” She asked me, I told her that I self-identified as a loner. “I’m just going to put my head down and try and get through this, okay?” I told her, she moved closer to me and spoke a little quieter, “Hey, you wanna get through this, you should hang with the Serpents. If the Ghoulies get a whiff that you’re alone, they’ll make you their bitch faster than you can say American History X.” She told me, before walking off to the Serpent table.

I spent the rest of the day trying to keep my head down, aside from speaking up in English class. Me and Toni were in the Red and Black’s office, when the door opened, revealing a group of Serpents. The guy at the front of the group, Sweet Pea, walked up, he had dark hair and eyes and was pretty tall, he was kind of intimidating. “Topaz. Let’s bounce.” He said, “Jones, wanna come with? We’re going to the quarry.”

I refused, telling him I don’t have my beach bod yet. He scowled and looked rather offended, “What? You’ll ask for help from the Serpents, but you won’t hang with us? Don’t come crawling to us, hat in hand, when some Ghoulie decides to earn his stripes by taking out FP Jones’ kid.” He told me. I looked up at him in defiance.

“Duly noted. Thank you, Sweet Pea. I appreciate what you and the Serpents have done for me and my dad. I do. But I’m done. Okay? No more favours coming your way.” I told him, squaring up as he started walking up to me. Toni stopped him with a hand pressing against his chest. “Hey, hey! He made up his mind, okay? Take the hint, Sweet Pea. He’s just not that into you.” Sweet Pea backed down and looked at Toni.

“We can’t go to the quarry anyway, remember?” He looked down at her, first in confusion, but then it melted into realisation. I looked at them questioningly, “Today is (y/n)’s memorial,” Toni told me, earning a gentle slap on the shoulder from Sweet Pea, “What? He’s FP’s kid, he should know.” Sweet Pea just rolled his eyes and turned and left. Toni left soon after and they headed to who knows where. (y/n) (l/n), who are you?

3rd pov

Sweet Pea, Toni Topaz and Fangs Fogarty walked into the bustling but melancholy atmosphere of the Whyte Wrym, ready for the young Serpent’s memorial service. Drinks were being served by Hog Eye at the bar, everyone crowding around to see him and watch the bartender give a speech.

“Five years ago, (y/n) (l/n) was initiated and became a fully fledged Serpent, she received her tattoo but was unable to receive her jacket. Her time with the Serpents was too short lived, she was a bright young girl and would have become a wonderful leader if she was given the chance. I remember when she would come into the Wrym with her mom and dad, her smile lit up the room and her laugh was constant.” The older Serpents who remembered (y/n) smiled and nodded in agreement to the bartender’s speech.

Nobody paid any attention to the teenage girl with a neck tattoo entering the bar. “Please join me in raising a glass to the (l/n)’s and (y/n), in hope that they finally saw peace where the are now.” Hog Eye finished, raising his glass and being followed by everyone else, including the Young Serpent Trio. Everyone looked to Tall Boy, the temporary leader of the Serpents, who held a leather jacket with the Serpent patch.

It obviously didn’t belong to a child, every year since the original jacket was made, it has been sized up to match how big (y/n) would be. They hung the jacket above the bar, where it always was. “Allow me to say, that was beautiful.” Someone said from the back of the room, causing everyone to turn and look towards the door. There was a teenage girl, who looked oddly familiar.

(h/l), (h/c) hair. (e/c) eyes. A gentle smile. And a snake with two heads, tattooed onto her neck. Hog Eye walked over to the girl, looking into her eyes, “I could have sworn...” He started, his voice fading away, “You look just like her.” He muttered. She smiled and nodded, “I am her, Uncle Hog Eye.” She told him, causing the man to stumble back in shock, shaking his head. She raised her hands gently, trying to calm him.

“I know it’s odd, but please believe me, I’ll do a DNA test if you want me to,” She said chuckling. The older Serpents’ eyes lit up at the laugh, it was just like it used to be. Nobody noticed the current leader’s eyes widening, but not in happiness, in complete and utter shock, he turned and swiftly left the bar.

Barking was heard from outside the bar, the door being opened as the previously tethered Hot Dog ran in and jumped on the stranger. Giggling rang out as the shaggy dog slobbered all over the girl he’d knocked to the floor, “Hi Hot Dog, it’s good to see you buddy!” Everyone looked at the girl, some in confusion, others in nostalgia. One of the older Serpents spoke up, “If Hot Dog knows her, we have to give her the chance.” Hog Eye nodded and helped the girl up, leading her to a back room.

(y/n) pov

I had missed Hog Eye, Hot Dog, FP, everyone. I knew they would be hesitant, I mean, I’ve been presumed dead for five years. Hog Eye led me into a back room behind the bar, there were crates of alcohol around the room and he offered me a seat on one. “What should I call you stranger?” He asked me, I knew he would do something like this, trying to trip me up. I smiled and told him, “Why not call me (n/n),” I told him, using the nickname he called me as a child.

He looked at me shocked, his eyes welling up in tears, “It really is you.” He whispered, I smiled and walked over, hugging around his waist, my head lying on his shoulder. Uncle Hog Eye had always been the strong silent type so this was odd. “What happened?” He asked me, sitting down on the crate with me. I sighed.

“I woke up in the middle of the night, it was blisteringly hot and there was fire everywhere,” I told him quietly, “I didn’t hear anything before that, I didn’t see who did it,” Liar. “I managed to climb out of the window, I burned myself up a little though,” I stood up and lifted my shirt to reveal my ribs and stomach on my left side, the same side of my tattoo. Hog Eye’s eyes widened and he trailed his fingers along the burn scars that ran up my body. If my nickname wasn’t evidence enough, I think this was.

“I climbed into the tree next to the house, fell and fractured my leg. I knew I couldn’t stay and risk the jackass coming back and finishing the job, I was scared Uncle Hog Eye.” I told him, feeling his arm around my shoulder, gently squeezing me. “I limped halfway to Greendale before I blacked out. Luckily for me, there was a doctor driving home, Gareth Smith, he managed to get me to hospital and I made a full recovery, he is now my guardian.” I told him.

“Well, why come back?” He asked, causing me to give him a hurt look, “Not that you’re not welcome, of course you are (n/n), but it seemed like you had a good life.” I smiled and sighed. I did have a good life, but it wasn’t the right one. I explained my thoughts aloud.

“I was living a good life, sure. But it wasn’t the one I was born for, I knew it was time to come home.” I told him, “And I don’t care if the killer of my parents is still here, I am the rightful heir of the Serpents and I intend to take back my throne.” I told him, my eyes going cold at the memory of the bastard that ruined my life. I know exactly who did it and they will pay.

Flashback~

I picked up the phone, waiting for the man behind the glass to do the same. He looked at me confused as he did so, but FP picked up the phone nonetheless. “Do I know you?” He asked me, I smiled and showed him my neck, I knew that when I was younger, I was the only one who had their tattoo on their neck.

“(y/n)?” He whispered, I smiled and nodded, “You have the same smile, but you should be...” His voice faded and I gave a wry grin, “Dead.” I told him, causing him to flinch. I nodded, “Its fine,” I explained to him my story, including who I knew it was. He looked at me shocked. “Tall Boy?” He asked, I nodded, “Are you sure?” He asked quietly.

I nodded again, “Positive, I saw him with a can of gasoline, running from my house, I might have been twelve, but I wasn’t stupid.” He nodded solemnly. “Don’t do anything when you’re out, I can help you get out, but promise me, you won’t do or mention anything.”

We had made an agreement, “I’ll see you at home FP.” I told him. The plans have been made.

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Thank you for reading part one of my new series, I hope you enjoyed it!

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tricksters-captain · 4 years

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

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

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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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