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popcrone818 · 4 years

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Fate - Alec Lightwood

Let me just say before I start, yes I am aware that Alec is gay! I have read the first book, (getting the rest for my birthday) and I am so in love with Malec it is so not even funny anymore, but at the same time I read fanfiction and fiction in general to escape to put myself in the shoes of the reader. So when I write that is also what I do. I don’t know how to write in a male’s perspective and I’m not about to write a full story about it.

so in short, I am sorry to whoever I offend by posting this story. But I have been Brewing it over in my head since October 2019. So all I can say is I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. <3

I never knew who my mother was. She left me on the doorstep of the Lightwood’s when I was just a baby. Alexander Lightwood and I grew up together, wreaking havoc on Maryse and Robert since before we could talk. The Lightwood’s were exiled from Idris before my first birthday and with Alec and I in tow Maryse and Robert moved to New York, where they proceeded to have Isabelle, and where they adopted Jace Wayland. The Four of us were never seen without each other as we grew up. Alec became Jace’s Parabatai and Izzy and I were close to it ourselves, we just never got around to doing the ritual while we were growing up.

When Clary joined the institute, Jace and Alec seemed to be in a disagreement constantly. I started to worry for my family, I wasn’t sure how parabatai’s actually worked but I was almost sure that Jace and Alec’s might start to disappear if they kept at it.

I had followed Clary, Jace and Izzy to help free Meliorn from Lydia. We were surprised to say the least when Alec was the one leading Meliorn to the silent brothers. Clary, Jace and I snuck up behind Alec and Meliorn.

“Alec.” Clary yelled jogging ahead and gaining his attention. Jace stepped in between Alec and Meliorn and the entrance to the City of Bones. I stayed back out of the way. I noticed Alec’s eyes shift for a spilt second to me before turning his attention back to Jace and Clary like I wasn’t even there.

“You told me you were taking Clary back to the Institute. You lied to me.” He growled his hands closing into fists.

“I did what needed to be done.” Jace fired back as Clary walked up to Meliorn and I took a couple of steps forward, in case I was needed to break up a parabatai fight.

“Alec, the Clave has gone too far. You have to see that. Please, just let Meliorn go.” I said calmly to him. His eyes flicked to me yet again before he looked down, not making eye contact.

“I have my orders.” His hand twitched slightly, getting ready for a fight. I saw Clary flare up.

“You and your damn orders. Who cares about orders?” Clary shouted at him. I squeezed my eyes shut, she has no idea about this world. I opened my eyes as Alec took a step closer to Clary.

“See?” he almost laughed while he gestured to Clary. “That’s how little you know about being a Shadowhunter. You couldn’t possibly understand–.”

“It’s you that doesn’t understand, Alec. Not this time.” Jace started as Alec started to move closer to the entrance. “I’m really sorry.” Jace’s head motions for me to go. I jump on Alec’s back, easier than I expected honestly, still not as easy as you might think.

“Clary, Meliorn, go, now!” Jace yells, Clary and Meliorn make a run for it as Alec flips me off his back and kneels gently on my chest. Jace knocks Alec off me and quickly jump up into a fighting stance.

“You always broke the rules, but never the law, not until she showed up.” Alec accused.

“You’ve had it out for Clary from the start. And now you’re getting married, Alec? We both know what this is about.” Jace yelled, I stood back and watched boys fight it out.

“Oh, do we? Okay. Why doesn’t the legend, Jace Wayland, tell us what’s it about?” Alec counters pushing Jace up against the cave wall.

“It’s about Mia! It’s about your feelings. It’s because you’re–.” Jace yells at him as my jaw goes slack looking at the two of them. Alec has pulled out his blade and now has Jace on the ground with it placed against his neck. “Do it. Do it! I don’t wanna be alive if we’re on different sides, Alec.” I watch as Alec gets off Jace.

“Come with us. We’ll fight Valentine the right way: together.” I told Alec stepping closer to him as Jace gets to his feet.

“If we do that, we’ll be considered traitors like Mom and Dad.” Alec said, I knew he was worried about what they had done as circle members, but I didn’t think it was this bad. This must be why he is getting married.

“I’m begging you, my parabatai, my brother. Please, Alec, come with us.” Jace pleaded with him as he and I both stepped forward again. Alec slid down the wall of the cave shaking his head.

“No.” with that one word I felt my heart break. I made sure Alec could see it as Jace and I walked away, he pulled me into his side as a tear rolled down my cheek.

We met back up with Meliorn and Clary outside of the Hotel Dumort. Izzy was locked in a passionate kiss with Meliorn before Jace clears his throat to break them up.

“I hate to break up this reunion, Izzy, but we have to go.” Jace reminded her of the rest of the mission; get Meliorn back to the Seelie realm.

“You’re in good hands.” Izzy says to Meliorn before turning to Clary, Jace and I. “I need to get back to the Institute, see what hell has broken loose. Try and talk some sense into Alec.” She gives me a sad look before she places a hand on my arm gently. “Take care of him.”

“We will.” Clary and I saw in unison.

“Kick Alec’s ass for me.” I told her. She and Meliorn share another kiss before she pulls away and walks her way to the institute.

Isabelle told me it was your idea to rally the Downworlders. That you spearheaded my rescue.” Meliorn said to Clary, “She also told me that you would have to go up against Alec, someone you love,” he turned his attention to me. I felt my cheeks blush before the memory of Alec saying ‘no’ to Jace and I resurfaced and all I did was nod my head towards Meliorn.

“Don’t give me too much credit. Isabelle made this happen. We just helped.” Clary stated as we started walking.

“She’s being modest. You’re a Shadowhunter now.” Jace said.

“I have been surprised by more than one Shadowhunter tonight. You risked everything to unite us.” Meliorn thanked Clary once again.

“Right after you tried to sell her out.” Jace reminded Meliorn. I looked away as we continued to walk towards a park I had never seen before.

“Not my finest moment. Which is why I’m offering you both a gift, for your sacrifice. If you’re ready, I can help you find your father.” Meliorn said addressing both Clary and I. I looked behind me to Jace, giving him a questioning look. I didn’t know who my father was.

Clary and I stepped through the portal to the alternate dimension, where she and I were standing in a kitchen together. She turns around and grasps a butter knife holding it up in front of her.

“Where’s my mother?!” she shouts accusingly.

“Whoa. Is this from one of your cosplay skits?” I heard Valentine ask as I turn around. “Uh, honey? Come in here. You gotta see this.” He turns to call into the living room. “No, seriously, you have to let me come with you, just once, okay? I wanna see what you do at these things, all right?” he turns to face the two of us again. Jocelyn enters the kitchen and takes in the scene in front of her, Clary slightly in front of me holding up a knife.

“Val, you’re not allowed to do cosplay. You’d stick out like a sore thumb.” Jocelyn says coming up to Valentine. At the sight of her mother Clary drops the knife and moves over to her.

“Mom.” She pulls her in for a tight hug. I just stand there unsure of what to do.

“Wow. Wow, if you miss us this much, you should really leave the dorm room more often.” Jocelyn jokes as Clary pulls away.

“Right. Sorry.” Clary moves back over to me.

“Oh Amelia, honey, your mum said she wouldn’t be able to see you for breakfast this morning, so you’ve got us instead.” Jocelyn says to me before she moves to sit down at the kitchen table. I notice one of the sketches is signed by Jocelyn Morgenstern. I nudge Clary discreetly who then looks at the painting also. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket as Clary sits down hesitantly.

“Clary…” Jocelyn holds up a cup of tea in a toast as I sit down opposite Clary at the table pulling out my phone. “In honour of your father’s Mad Hatter party tonight.” She takes a sip and I look at the message that lit up my screen.

From: Alec

Can’t wait to see you today, looking forward to that coffee :)

“Your mom made waffles for you. Come on, kiddo, you gotta eat something, right. So, Clarissa… when do I get to meet this new man in your life, hmm?” Valentine asks as he also sits down. It felt like I was intruding on family bonding time and I wasn’t even sure why I was here in the first place anyway. Valentine wasn’t my father.

“Val.” Jocelyn chastised

“What? I have to give my stamp of approval, right? For both of you by the way, you may not be blood related but we still think of you as our daughter Amelia.” Valentine said looking towards me. So that’s why I'm here. I'm basically family.

“Oh, Clary, look at this commercial, it’s hilarious. It’s so bad, it’s good.” Jocelyn states and we all swivel on our chairs to look towards the tv sitting in the dining room. I see Magnus, Hodge and Luke on the tv in the commercial, apparently in this dimension Magnus is a psychic, I guess a warlock never changes his mark. I notice Clary starts to space out slightly and I drop my fork to bring her back. She gasps before standing up abruptly.

“I have to go.” She says as she gathers up her things.

“Uh, so do I, thank you for breakfast.” I say politely as I grab my phone and stand up too.

“What?” Jocelyn asks Clary and I.

“I thought you were spending the morning with us.” Valentine asks looking up at the two of us also.

“I, uh, have a last-minute assignment due that I haven’t even started yet, so I gotta go.” Clary states before rushing out of the door.

“I uh, have a date.” I say before following Clary out.

#alec lightwood imagines #Alec Lightwood #the mortal instruments #clary fairchild #jace herondale #isabelle lightwood #alec lightwood x reader #shadowhunters

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dotuindex · 5 years

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Because In This House We Love and Appreciate The Royal Pulluxian Trio

HCs for Avok, Romelle, and Bandor that no one asked for but I don’t care because I love them and I will never stop talking about them

For the trio and Pollux as a whole: ⭐ As of their debut Avok was 21, Romelle was 18, and Bandor was 13 ⭐ Their mother, a blonde haired, brown eyed Arusian woman named Amue, died when Romelle was almost 8 years old from illness. The medicine required to heal her came only from Arus, but Arus had blocked all trade with Pollux many years before then so there was no hope of getting the medicine. ⭐ Their mother was actually one of several ambassadors and nobles sent from Arus to Pollux in hopes of bettering relations between the two planets but it didn’t work out, however she did grab the attention of the newly crowned ruler ⭐ The freckles come from their mom ⭐ Their father had red hair like Bandor and Avok before it went grey ⭐ Their parents were a total power couple ⭐ After their mother’s death their father was never really the same man ⭐ After the death of their mother Romelle became a mother figure to Bandor as they got older ⭐ They all like peanut butter but disagree on whether crunchy or smooth is better (Romelle likes smooth, Avok likes crunchy, Bandor really doesn’t care but joins the argument anyway for that sweet, sweet drama). ⭐ All three of them have bottomless pits for stomachs. They can pack food away like nothing. ⭐ Pollux is Space Sparta TM so all three have had combat training ⭐ Both Romelle and Bandor, standing at 5′8 and 5′3 respectively, are considered short by Polluxian standards. Avok stands at the male average of 6′4 ⭐ Polluxians are overall bigger and stronger than Arusians, but they also have a few years shorter life expectancy. Polluxians also have denser bones. ⭐ Polluxians are polytheistic and have many patron saint type figures ⭐ Pollux has a bad reputation of being full of violent warmongers, but at least they tend to be less sexist. With the vast majority of young men being in military service, women take up many leadership roles and are often considered to be the head of the home. ⭐ The first ruler of Pollux was a man named Lam. When he was kicked off of Arus, many Arusians who believed in his way of thinking followed him. ⭐ After the incident with Avok, their father vanished. His whereabouts are unknown. ⭐ When Avok was still around, Bandor often made him and Romelle reenact scenes from his favorite games/cartoons/movies with him ⭐ The reason Romelle knows the key to Pollux’s defenses and Bandor doesn’t is because Avok, next in line for the throne at the time, had entrusted the secret to Romelle before he became a robeast in case something happened to him. ⭐ Bandor and Romelle make sure that Avok’s room is taken care of after he died. They keep everything where he left it. The room has become some sort of shrine ⭐ The knife Romelle gave Sven is actually one of a matching set of three. The other two belong to Avok and Bandor. They were gifts from their father when they were very young. They always carry the knives with them. Avok’s was lost because he had it on him when he died and Romelle’s was destroyed, so Bandor’s is the only one left. ⭐ After Romelle came home from Doom, Bandor offered for her to co-rule with him ⭐ Romelle and Bandor were left in the dark about most of the details of Avok becoming a robeast, and their father never told them the whole plan of betraying the Drule. ⭐ All three of them are very defensive of one another ⭐ Sometimes, when they were having particularly hard days, the three of them would get together and read a book. Avok would start out, then pass the book to Romelle once he got tired. She’d then pass the book to Bandor, who had a habit of adding in lines and words to make the other two laugh. ⭐ Romelle and Bandor had a statue of Avok built and displayed outside the castle with other statues of prominent figures in Polluxian history. ⭐ Lady Zeeb is a noblewoman who acted as the governess/ god mother/ caregiver for all three of them. She’s in her late 40′s and was close friends/rivals with their father growing up.

Avok: ⭐ Exercise is how he relieved stress ⭐ Romelle and Bandor can’t sing for shit… but he could ⭐ He was a perfectionist ⭐ He actually had a soft spot for novels ⭐ Secretly really liked romance books. He liked the idea of being in love, but at the same time didn’t like the idea of a relationship, so books are a way for him to get those romancey butterflies without an actual relationship. ⭐ His eyes were dark blue ⭐ Was actually pretty bashful when you complimented him ⭐ His nose was crooked because one time he broke it and it didn’t set right ⭐ People who knew him would describe him as a bit of a softy, but stubborn and blunt as all hell. ⭐ He’s haf one hell of a temper if you knew what buttons to press ⭐ Kept a log of his daily activities ⭐ Collected bladed weapons, old coins, and rocks/minerals ⭐ Despite the amount of stuff he had, his room was always neat and tidy ⭐ Got uncomfortable when people touched his things, even his siblings ⭐ Do they have chess on Pollux? if so he was the champion ⭐ He was a curious child with a close bond to Romelle, but after their mother died he became more withdrawn into his studies and didn’t spend as much time with her. ⭐ Mostly took after his father but was actually closer to his mother ⭐ Could and would eat anything you put in front of him with no complaint ⭐ The main reason he agreed to be turned into a robeast to fight Voltron was because he blamed Arus for the death of his mother ⭐ He was the spitting image of his father, and was secretly a bit sad that he didn’t inherit much from his mother aside from his freckles. ⭐ Homeboy had a lot of hair. Everywhere. He was basically Chewbacca. ⭐ Constantly in his head about things. Overly analytical, overly critical. That’s why he liked training so much. It gave him something else to think about. ⭐ Surprisingly, he actually held many of the same views as Romelle, but he believed it was his duty to his planet to honor their traditions and long held beliefs. ⭐ Was known to pick verbal (and occasionally, physical) fights with people who talked shit on Romelle. ⭐ He had great respect for Romelle, and always saw her as his right hand woman. ⭐ I have absolutely no basis for this but my heart says he’s gay ⭐ Self conscious. Not necessarily insecure, but was very aware of himself and his surroundings. ⭐ Really into sculptures and architecture but never got the chance to really pursue those interests outside of just studying them. ⭐ When he was younger he kept his hair just long enough to pull back into a little ponytail.

Romelle: ⭐Her earrings were a gift from her mother given to her on her 7th birthday, the last birthday she got to spend with her mother. ⭐ She was taken out of combat training at 10 due to her father’s growing paranoia and pressure from other planets ⭐ After she was taken out of combat training Avok took it upon himself to train her privately. It turns out he’s a pretty good teacher, and sparing was a great bonding activity for them. ⭐ Was exceptionally close to both her parents, but most of her values come from her mom ⭐ The public has mixed opinions on her due to her unusual beliefs ⭐ Their mother tried to teach her to play various instruments but she never got into any of them ⭐ her pink outfit is actually meant for training ⭐ Her blue dress is actually the only floor length dress she owns. The rest only go down to her knees, at most. She only wears the blue one on the occasion that they have to see other royals or officials who would see her normal clothes as inappropriate ⭐ Has freckles you can fight me on this ⭐ Bi and unable to die ⭐ Keeps a diary ⭐ Her favorite color is teal ⭐ Junk food junkie ⭐ Had a pet bird when she was little. Her father only let her have it on the condition that she not let it out of it’s cage. She still did but shhh ⭐ Was really into sports as a kid ⭐ She wants to name one of her future kids Amue after her mother ⭐ Has scars on her wrists and ankles from her imprisonment ⭐ She also lost a ton of weight as a prisoner ⭐ After spending so much time around Lotor, she can no longer stand the smell of alcohol. ⭐ Sees Allura as a sister ⭐ Her father was the one who taught her how to pilot a ship ⭐ Was a major tomboy growing up. ⭐ After returning home it didn’t take long for others to notice she acted… differently. She was more temperamental and anxious ⭐ After her return she spent a lot of time alone in her room ⭐ Suffers from PTSD ⭐ Was never really into dolls, but she has a porcelain one that her mother gave her when she was little. ⭐ She can’t cook for shit. ⭐ Used to be such a heavy sleeper that she might as well have been dead when she fell asleep. After escaping imprisonment, she became a light sleeper. She often has night terrors. ⭐ Her appearance is very out of the ordinary for Polluxians. She’s blonde while most of the population has darker, redish hair, she’s pretty pale compared to Polluxian’s typically more Mediterranean/olive complexions, she keeps her hair much longer than typical for Polluxian women, and she’s pretty short by their standards. Over all, she isn’t considered traditionally beautiful. ⭐ Lady Zeeb was the one who originally styled her hair like that. It’s a pretty old fashioned, classic look for Polluxian women… and pretty much the only thing Lady Zeeb knows how to do with hair. ⭐ Her and Lady Zeeb bonded over being the only two blondies in the royal court.

Bandor: ⭐ He has his mother’s eyes ⭐ Has a bad habit of idolizing people ⭐ Is a very active and sporty child with a wild imagination ⭐ Avok and Bandor were never really that close but Bandor still admires his brother ⭐ When he was little he used to pull people’s hair a lot. That’s when Romelle started wearing her hair up and out of the way ⭐ Was a really happy baby. Always smiling and laughing. ⭐ Has ADHD ⭐ Cartoon addict ⭐ Major sweet tooth ⭐ Was the kid to tie a blanket around his neck like a cape and wave a stick around like a sword while running around the castle, yelling about how he had to save the kingdom from an evil dragon ⭐ Single handedly keeps bandaid companies in business with his shenanigans ⭐ Likes drawing but isn’t very good at it ⭐ Extremely picky eater. Certain textures really bother him ⭐ Wishes he’d gotten more time to get to know his mother ⭐ Was not at all prepared to become the ruler of Pollux. Working with the military came as a second nature to him, but civil and economic issues are hard for him to get his head around ⭐ Is allergic to peanuts. He used to eat peanut butter all the time when he was little but the allergy developed as he got older. He’s bitter about it. ⭐ Once when Romelle was sleeping, he took a marker and played connect the dots with her freckles. She was not happy. ⭐ His room is a mess 24/7. Servants used to have to pick up after him daily, but he’d just complain that he couldn’t find anything once it was all put away so everyone gave up and trying to keep his room in any sort of order. ⭐ Loves dogs, but his father never let him have one because he’s a strict and hates joy because he thought it would make a mess ⭐ Has a rivalry/friendship with Pidge ⭐ His father and Avok would always ruffle his hair when he did a good job at something. He is literally a puppy!!! Give him head scratches!!! ⭐ Is good at chess but doesn’t have the attention span for it ⭐ When he was little he used to sneak into Romelle’s room at night a lot, especially when he was upset and wanted company. ⭐ Words can not describe how he felt when he lost his whole family in one day. In just a few hours his brother died, his sister was kidnapped, and his father went missing, leaving him to lead a planet all on his own. In the few days between getting Romelle back and her running off with Sven, he’d slept more soundly that he had in months. ⭐ When Romelle was a prisoner, he often had nightmares of her being killed and him being powerless to do anything about it. He was constantly terrified of her never coming home. ⭐ When he was little he so badly wanted to have long hair like Romelle. They’d have to chase him down in order to cut his hair until eventually his father just said screw it and let him grow it out. He ended up cutting it all off when he was about 11 when he decided he was a Big Boy TM.

#voltron #80s voltron #dotu #romelle #avok #bandor #lady zeeb #king coba

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tricksters-captain · 7 years

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 12 - Final Part(For now)

AN: So we’ve come to an end until Season 2 comes out. I will continue to write FP and Riverdale imagines so if you don’t already please follow me for more. I am so in love with this fic and all of you have been so kind about it, I hope to continue it next season and I hope you stick around for that. Love you all!

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)(Part Nine)(Part Ten)(Part Eleven)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

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

Word count: 3,947

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic,

The following few days that came after the discovery of the true murderer of Jason Blossom was a whirlwind of events. Clifford Blossom killed himself and was busted for hard drugs, the Blossom house and company was completely ransacked by the sheriff’s department, Cliff Blossom’s funeral (if you could even call it that), the Cooper’s reuniting and you constantly fighting with yourself to go see FP.

With everything that’s happened you realised why FP wanted you watched by his guys and why he didn’t want you visiting.

He was protecting you and now all you wanted to do was return the favour, you just didn’t know how with FP being stuck behind bars.

You wanted to go see FP but with the all the drama that revolved around him at the moment you thought it probably best not to. And you were trying so hard to overcome this, to think positively but you didn’t know if you could.

FP was the one who made you feel like everything was alright and now he’s not there, nothing feels right.

Archie was trying to keep an eye out on you but he couldn’t look after everyone all the time. He had walked into your room a night or two ago and completely freaked out which snapped from sense into the both of you.

You were sat on your bed, holding a bottle of whiskey which you had snagged from the liquor cabinet; you were surprised there was still some in there after Jughead’s party.

Archie had walked in without knocking, leaving you no time to ditch the bottle, and then froze when he saw you.

Your eyes were red and glassy and you were wearing FP’s shirt, the whiskey bottle clamped tight in your hand.

“(Y/n)?” Archie furrowed his eyebrows at you,

You just looked up at him which sad eyes and inhaled sharply, placing the bottle on your bedside table.

“What?” You shrugged your shoulders, fiddling with the hem of the shirt.

“What are you doing?” Archie asked you, sitting down opposite you and quickly snatching away the bottle.

You shrugged your shoulders again.

“Do you really think FP would want you drinking? What if Dad caught you instead of me?” Archie kept his voice low and tried to sound angrier than he actually was, if anything at all, he wasn’t angry, he was scared about all this.

“I can’t...I...” You didn’t know what to say. You just hurt and the alcohol, stopped the hurting, it stopped the empty ache that you had in your chest.

Archie pulled you against him and you let yourself collapse against his neck.

“You can’t be doing this, if you really want to help him, we need you sober.” Archie whispered into your ear, stroking your hair to try and calm you down.

That was the night that you both got a slap around the face.

You didn’t care that you were late for the Vixen cheer practise, in fact, you didn’t care for the river vixens at all anymore. Everything was too much right now, you’d rejoin later if you had to but you’ve been cheering since Freshman year, you were sure you could give it up now.

You had walked in to see that Veronica was the ‘head bitch in charge’ now and you resigned there and then. Not because of Veronica but because you didn’t want to deal with any of this anymore. Too much chaos came with things like this.

You didn’t make a scene, you just took Ronnie to the side and told her that you had too much going on to deal with the Vixens, and you lied and told her you wanted to help out your dad more but it wasn’t your dad who you really wanted to help.

That afternoon only speed to go down hill.

You got home and there was a social worker waiting for Jughead.

“Hey, guys. This is Ms. Weiss from Social Services. She's, uh, she's Jughead's case worker.” Fred greeted you as you all entered the house. You watched Jughead and Archie approach the kitchen but you chose to hang back and just listen.

“Jughead, I know how terrible and emotional the last few days have been for you. Your father's facing serious jail time. Your mom's over-extended and out of state. We just want to make sure that you're taken care of.” The woman turned to Jughead,

“Well, he can keep staying with us, right, Dad?” Archie suggested, looking towards your father.

“I offered already, Arch.” Fred confessed, sounding defeated.

“Great, so what's the problem?” Archie’s eyes darted across to the social worker,

“It was a DUI. After your mom left. Look, we can talk about this later but between that and my cash flow problem, it knocks me out.” Fred sighed as he explained,

“There is a family on the Southside that's offered to foster you. They're good people, they've worked with us before.” The social worker told Jughead,

“That doesn't sound completely horrible.” Jughead grumbled, avoiding eye contact with his best friend.

“It does mean you'll be in a different school district, Jughead, and you'll have to transfer schools.” The woman told him, your head snapped up at that. Transfer schools?!

“What the hell? When is all this supposed to happen?” Archie reacted the same way you did. Suddenly becoming very panicked at the realisation that he’s gonna lose his best friend.

“The paperwork's been processed. Unless there is a radical change in your father's case, you'll be on the Southside by the end of the week.” The social worker informed the boys.

You shook your head with disbelief and raced upstairs, you didn’t want to hear anymore.

“Any more news?” You asked as you met Archie in the kitchen, you were making sandwiches and from Archie’s face you could tell he wanted one so being the kind sister you were, handed him your own.

“Not much except the fact that Juggy told me that Sheriff Keller is trying to get FP to name names of Serpents that might be linked to Clifford Blossom’s drug trade but FP won’t talk.” Archie explained, you sighed and put down the butter knife that you had in your hand.

“Well, what happens if he does give names?” You asked,

“Jughead says that if FP gives names then it could possibly give him a lesser sentence.” Archie informed you.

“Maybe you could talk to him? I mean someone needs to tell him about Jughead as well. I would but I’m not sure me going down the station is the smartest decision right now.” You suggested. Archie didn’t reject the idea but he didn’t agree to either, and before the conversation could continue, your dad walked in.

“PB and J’s, count me in.” Fred slapped his hands together, you shut up as soon as he entered and took notice of how tired he looked.

“Sure, here.” You passed him the sandwich, and smiled at your dad. Your eyes fell back to Archie then towards the door, and Archie took your hint.

When Archie returned from visiting FP, he informed you that there was no change. FP was still as stubborn as ever. It didn’t surprise you at all.

However, something that did surprise you, was Polly Cooper showing up at school the next day.

You were half way through Betty’s brilliant article about FP when you saw her and Polly walking down the hall together, and then the next thing you knew, you heard a tsunami of noise and not the good ‘Polly, you’re back!’ kind the ‘something has happened’ kind.

You dumped the article and rushed down the hallway to see what all the commotion was about when you spotted...

‘GO TO HELL SERPENT SLUT’

...written over Betty’s locker along with several copies of her article.

“Betty....” You tried to call through to her but Jughead had already reached her by this point. The boys pulled Betty away from the scene and you stepped forward.

You found yourself struggling to breathe as your mind spiralled and your mouth went dry.

No one can know about your relationship with FP if someone could do this over a simple article that helped support FP, you couldn't imagine what else could happen.

You left school after that, your stomach was twisted into a knot and you went the only place you knew you could be alone. FP’s trailer.

‘I thought I might find you here.” Archie opened the trailer door, startling you.

“How?” You sniffled, wiping your face with your forearm.

“Well, after searching all of your usual hiding spots, I realised that you had found a new one.” Archie admitted, sitting down on the couch beside you.

“You didn’t need to come check on me, Archie, I’m not a child.” You told him as you pulled your knees to your chest.

“I don’t need to check on you? Says the girl who I found drowning herself in alcohol the other night.” Archie scoffed, you sent him a flat look with that.

“You should be with Betty.”

“Betty has Jughead, she’ll be fine. The real question is: Will you?” Archie asked, his dark brown eyes full of concern.

“I’m fine, Arch. I’m just getting through it, okay? I don’t need my baby brother looking after me.” You told him, rising to your feet.

“You should really go see him, (Y/n). I think it would help. You can’t just come running to his trailer every time something like this happens.” Archie sighed, confronting you.

“I suppose you’re right, I mean, there’s always the bar.” You teased, trying to make light of the situation.

Archie sent you a ‘be serious, (y/n)’ look and you just chuckled.

“Oh, come on, I’ll drive us home.” You pushed Archie from the trailer and took one last look inside. You really did miss that man.

You spent the next day off school, contemplating whether you should go and see FP or not.

You spent the morning in the Whyte Wyrm. Surprisingly.

You visited the bar on instinct, in hope that you may find something to tell you that you must go visit FP and help you make up your mind but at that early in the day, there wasn’t much in store.

A few drunks lounged on the bar stools and a couple of girls were wiping up the mess of the previous night.

You neared the pool tables and took hold of a cue that lay on top of the closest one.

“Hey!” A deep man’s voice alarmed you. You dropped the cue and turned to see a tall man wrapped in a Serpent’s jacket with long hair and a beard. “You FP’s girl?” He asked, “You were in here a while ago, right?”

“Uh... Yeah, why?” You tried to swallow your anxieties when you spoke to the Serpent.

The man introduced himself and you did the same.

“Any news on him yet?” He asked, digging his hands into his jacket pockets. You figured this guy was some kind of second-in-command, the guy in-charge whilst FP was temporarily out of the game.

“Well, the cops want him to give names on the Serpents who did business with Clifford Blossom but fortunately for you, he’s not talking and it doesn't look like he will be anytime soon, being the stubborn ass he is.” You folded your arms across your chest and the Serpent breathed out a wry laugh.

“I can see why he liked you.” The Serpent told you, “Look––” The Serpent went to speak again when your phone blew up with messages from Archie.

Archie: Get to Sweetwater River, now! Important! Cheryl might be in trouble

“I’m sorry but I have to go.” You excused yourself from the conversation and ran to your car, tossing the keys into the ignition and speeding towards the river.

You arrived at Sweetwater to hear someone scream,

“HELP! PLEASE!”

You recognised the voice to be Betty’s and raced towards the shore. You could see the group all surrounding what looked like a body and Archie was knelt beside it.

“Betty! Veronica!” You called from the shore, too afraid to go onto the ice.

The group turned and looked over at you just as Cheryl managed to regurgitate the water she inhaled.

“(Y/n)!” Archie yelled over to you as he scooped up Cheryl into his arms. You watched them all make their way over to you and immediately removed your coat, draping it over the frozen girl when they reached you.

“What the hell happened?!” You asked, then you noticed Archie’s blood dripping hand and immediately felt much more concerned with getting these kids warmth and medical attention.

“Cheryl, she, um, she tried to...” Betty couldn’t even explain it.

You opened the car door to the back seats and Archie, Veronica and Betty all piled in. Cheryl was pressed against Archie’s chest, the small frail girl, on his lap as he tried to use all his body heat to warm her.

Jughead clambered into the front with you and you started up your car.

“Where are we taking her? Home? Hospital?” You asked, it suddenly felt like your heart was pulsing in your head and your whole body shook as you tightened your grip on the steering wheel.

“Go to mine, we’ve got medical supplies and it’s probably the safest bet we have.” Veronica told you and you put your foot down.

“You need to get that in a cast, it’s definitely broken.” You told Archie as he cleaned the blood from his fist. You weren’t leant against the kitchen counter whist he was stood at the sink.

Cheryl was drying off with Veronica and Betty looking after her whilst Archie, well, Archie’s hand, was far from okay.

“Yeah, it looks pretty bad, huh?” Archie winced as he tried to move it.

“Come on, I’ll drive.” You beckoned your brother out the house and told the girls you’d be back after Archie got patched up.

“What you did was beyond heroic, Arch. I think you just saved a girls life.” You confessed as you headed to the hospital. Archie scoffed, looking down as he cradled his broken hand. “Honestly, Archie. I mean it, it was totally insane and you broke your hand but Cheryl’s alive because of you.”

“Cheryl texted Veronica, if she’s alive because of anyone, it’s because of her.” Archie, always so humble. You leaned away from the topic since you knew Archie wouldn't want to talk about it for much longer.

“(Y/n)?” Archie picked up the next car-ride conversation,

“Hmm?” You rose your eyebrows.

“Do you think that, perhaps, if FP wasn’t married and the same age as Dad that he could be... he could be your, like, soulmate?” Archie brought up. He was reflecting back on the moment with Betty and Jughead, and how they seemed so good together. Now, if you felt that way with FP, he felt like he could possibly be more accepting of it.

“Excuse me?” You were taken back by the question.

“It’s just sometimes people are meant to be together and––”

“Yes, Archie. Look, I know it seems strange but I really care about him. So, yes.” You admitted,

“Then why don’t you go down to the station and actually see him?” Archie suggested. You sighed and glanced over at your brother.

“I might.... But first, let’s get you fixed. You’re meant to be playing the jubilee tonight.”

“We’re heading off!” Your dad called up the stairs to you.

“Okay! See you there!” You called back, you told your dad you were still getting ready but in reality you weren’t heading to the Jubilee at all so you told him you’d drive yourself.

You made your way to the Sheriff’s station and sat in the parking lot for about ten minutes before gathering up the courage to finally go inside.

You had seen Jughead leave the station when you were loitering in your car so you knew it was safe to see FP and you knew that Jughead wouldn't been coming back so you had plenty of time.

“I was wondering when you were gonna show.” FP jumped to his feet when he saw you walk through the door.

“Yeah, well, I thought it best to stay away a while whilst it all calmed down.” You told him, the corner of FP’s lips turned up.

“Smart.” He said. You tucked your hair behind your ear and moved closer to the bars. The whole time, FP’s eyes never leaving you just in case you might vanish any second.

“You look great.” He told you, gesturing towards the dress you put on to convince your dad you were going to the Jubilee later.

“Yeah, well, I only dressed up to make my family think I was going to that stupid town event.”You looked down at yourself, chuckling.

“You not going to the jubilee?” FP asked, cocking his eyebrows.

“No, I figured everyone would be there so I came to see you.” You admitted.

You paused and just stared at FP for a moment. Taking in everything. His tousled hair, the scruff on his cheeks, his tired brown eyes, the way that his lips curved, the build of his shoulders, the equally tired button down shirt he wore.

God, you had missed him.

FP watched your eyes unconsciously fill with tears and reached forward through the bars.

“Hey...” He held his hand out for you, his voice soft.

You took it and FP pulled you towards him so you were leaning against the bars. “Listen to me, you’re gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.” FP hushed you, taking your cheek in his hand like he used to.

“But... I miss you.” You whispered,

“I miss you too, kid.” FP felt his chin begin to wobble as he watched you intently. “Look, I need you to know something... I’m more innocent than I am guilty but I’ve done some things, some stupid things and bad things but not one of those things involved you.” FP admitted, squeezing your face slightly. “If I end up in here for a while, I need you to survive without me, you got it?”

“What if I can’t?”

“You’re kidding me?! You’re (Y/n) friggin’ Andrews! If anyone can do anything it’s you.” FP tried to make you feel better, he rubbed his thumb over your cheek and you melted into his touch.

There was another blissful moment of silence before you sighed.

“FP... I know I may be young and stupid and whatever else but... you need to know that you are near the best damn thing that’s happened to me and...and I... I love you.” You said your last remark with your eyes closed, afraid to see FP’s reaction.

FP peered around to see if anyone could see before pulling you to meet his lips.

You reached through the bars and scrunched hold of his shirt so tightly that your knuckles went white as you kissed FP like it was the last time you would ever be able to.

You pulled away, a single tear managing to escape your eyes.

“You are truly something else. I will never understand what I did on this earth to deserve you.” FP muttered, his eyes searching yours desperately.

“We’re trying everything to get you out, you know that right?” You asked, resting your forehead against FP’s, clinging onto the bars either side of you, FP’s hands resting on top of your own.

“I know.” FP backed away, releasing his hold of you. “Now, go, have some fun. Enjoy your night.” FP urged you towards the door.

“It won’t be that enjoyable.” You scoffed, laughing quietly along with the man.

You stopped in the doorway of the cell room and looked back at the Serpent.

“Oh and by the way, I ditched the Vixens. I thought it was about time I grew into my combat boots.” You smirked, FP’s eyes flickered up and down your body.

“I think you already have. He told you. You smiled widely and winked at the man before leaving the station.

With all the adrenaline you had pumping through you, you thought it best to not go to the jubilee but somewhere more... fun.

You pulled up into the Whyte Wyrm parking lot and inhaled the Southside air.

You waltzed into the bar and ordered yourself a drink, a lot of the men in the bar had stopped what they were doing to watch you. Not that you cared.

“(Y/n)?” The Serpent from earlier climbed down the stairs, gaining your attention and then meeting you halfway.

“He’s still not talking. He’s pretty loyal to you guys.” You shared the good news to the Serpent.

“Well, the Serpents are family. We watch out for our own.” The Serpent told you. You nodded, looking past the man to see a younger Serpent bring something over to you.

“FP asked Joaquin to keep an eye on you, when Joaquin had to leave, he asked me. You’re loyal, (Y/n) and FP seems to care a lot for you. I just wanted you to know that no matter how long FP’s gone or what happens, we got your back. Only if you’ll let us.” The Serpent took the mystery item from the younger Serpent and handed it to you. Nearly the whole bar was watching now.

You took the item to reveal it was a leather jacket of your own with the Serpent’s sign on the back.

“I don’t even live on the Southside?” You were confused, how could you be apart of the Serpent family if you didn’t live there.

“You’re over here enough you might as well be.” The Serpent chuckled, you smiled slightly and stared down at the jacket.

Your dad would kill you. Archie would kill you.

You pulled the jacket on and smiled up at the older Serpent.

“Welcome to the family, kid.” He told you as an uproar of cheers surrounded you. Two younger Serpents lifted you up for a second before handing you a beer.

“Anyone care for a game of pool?” You asked as you saw several Serpents whom you had beaten before, those Serpents scoffed and the rest of the bar filled with chatter and laughter just like your first night there. The only thing missing was FP.

Always walking in on the action. Always a second too late to witness the whole thing. That was you. You were always the caught in the moment girl.

The next morning, you woke up to a text from your dad, you had slept in after sneaking home last night and your dad wanted bring the whole family together for breakfast.

Breakfast, that’s all it was meant to be.

You had opened the door to the diner to see a bandit with a gun, aiming it at your dad.

Everything that followed that moment, happened in slow motion.

You saw Archie about to run in front of the gun when you threw yourself across the diner to tackle him to the ground.

Your bodies collided and your head smacked against the checkered floor with a deafening bang.

Your vision blurred, your ears rang with a high pitched squeal and you felt a warm sticky substance begin to run through your hair.

You couldn’t hear anything but there was a vague outline of Archie holding someone, your eyes couldn’t focus properly but for a second, you swore it was your dad.

(PART 13)

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