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The Consequences of My Actions

Hannibal Family Pt. 7: @charliedawn @iloveslasher

Morgan’s POV:

Dinner had been interesting last night. Peter’s little friend was quite the character. They spoke in an odd way, almost like they weren’t afraid to speak their mind. Not even about confrontational subjects, just anything that came to mind. They seemed to think a lot, their brows almost always knit together in a confused display.

They were younger than Peter, that much was obvious, but they were in the same class. So they must be somewhat intelligent. Otherwise my little cousin would not hang out with them. He didn’t bring many students home, unless they were to become dinner guests. Hannibal called Peter away for help with something nearly half an hour ago. I watched Newt from the shadows as they stayed in the living room.

They where laying on the their stomach on the carpet, rubbing small circles into the plush fabric with their palm. Everyone few seconds or so they would shiver. It would start at the top of their spine and roll all the way through their toes. I could see them scrunch their nose each time it happened, as if it made them uncomfortable. Yet they continued to do it. How odd.

I watched a little while longer, entranced by their odd behaviour. No wonder Hannibal found them intriguing. They were no Will Graham, but they hadn’t seen the things that man had. They weren’t quite haunted in the same way. Instead they held an hier of naivety. Normally I’d be disgusted by it, but I sort of pity them.

Danger is lurking quite literally right under their nose, and yet they’re none the wiser. Of course, we all loved Peter. But if it came down to it, Newt would be disposed off if they became a threat. But this was possibly the most non threatening human I’ve ever observed. Even toddlers have more devious intentions.

They had a peculiar way of moving as well. Their movements were stiff, instead jagged. But not with pause like someone in thought, instead disconnected like someone who’s checked out. Mentally ill, I’m sure. They have to be, everyone else knew to stay away from Peter. Despite his shy demeanour, others could sense his sinister undertones.

They were kicking their feet to some uneven beat. Changing rhythm haphazardly and with no reason. I suddenly realised, I had no idea what they were even meant to be doing. Why were they hanging out in the living room with Peter? The television wasn’t on, they didn’t have a book in front of them, no puzzles… they were just playing with the carpet and completely content. I moved a bit closer, still staying out of their peripheral.

They began to hum a tune, their voice low and soft. It was gentle at first, almost timid. But it grew louder seemingly the more impatient they got with waiting. Until they began to mumble the words.

“Forget you’re apart of me, I know that you’re fond of me. But when I ask you if you love me, forget like lobotomy.” They sang.

It was unlike any song I’d heard before. Kevin liked to keep up to date on the latest music trends. But this sounded nothing like the type of thing he enjoyed. Hannibal and I had more refined taste, of course.

“I wish I could take a piece of my heart out. Make you leave. But even if they cut out my whole brain, feelings will always be.”

Their feet kicking became more rhythmic as they got into the song.

“Make me forget who I am. Say you’ll make me understand, you’re just taking my personal power.” They finished.

They ended the song with a dramatic sigh, turning to flop on their back. They shivered once again, yet this time it was more violent, almost like a small jerk. It caused them to sit up suddenly. Their eyes were screwed shut, I tilted my head curiously.

“Peter?” They asked?

It was so soft, I almost didn’t hear it. They must have noticed my presence so I stepped forward into the light. I wasn’t expecting them to jump as much as they did.

“Oh! Morgan.” They said.

“Peter is still with Hannibal, did you need something? I was passing by and I heard you call for him.”

Their face scrunched up.

“No, it’s fine Morgan, thank you.”

The frowned deeply. The kind that tugged at the corner of their eyes. I was going to take my leave, not wishing to over stay my welcome, I could always go back to observing later. They still needed a proper threat assessment; to be tested. To see if they could be trusted.

“Are they ok?”

“Hmm?” I hummed.

“Just- well, they’ve been gone awfully long time…” they said nervously.

A small bead a sweat formed where their throat met their clavicule. I watched as they swallowed thickly. They were nervous all of a sudden, but was it because of me, or something else? I took a step forward.

“I’m sure everything’s just fine, perhaps Hannibal got a call from Mr. Crawford and didn’t have time to drop Peter off back at home.”

This only made them more worried. They shook their head, hugging their body.

“I Hope not, Peter doesn’t belong at places like that.”

What a strange statement. Peter thrived in the realm of the dead. We all did, killing was our specialty. He wouldn’t be disturbed by a measly criminals sloppy murder scene. They were all amateurs, which is why they got caught. Of course I knew where they were. They were dealing with a particularly nasty piece of shit. The more I observed Newt, the less I could understand how their father could abuse them as much as Hannibal seems to think he did. He didn’t tell me much, and I didn’t pry. If it was pertinent, I’d be the first to know.

But I couldn’t tell them that. That we kidnapped their father and we’re torturing them. That Peter requested to do most of it himself. He wanted to make that man hurt for every bad thing he did to his best friend. And I respected that, seeing him take initiative for once was thrilling. It’s a shame I had to be here instead, babysitting. Making sure they didn’t run.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

They tilted their head, brows furrowing much more. Almost as if nobody had ever asked them such a question. Perhaps no one had.

“We shouldn’t eat until everyone’s back home.”

Interesting, they called this place their ‘home’, not Peter’s, not mine, just home.

“Nonsense, a snack never killed anyone. I won’t tell if you don’t.” I offered.

I had to get them to trust me if I was going to test their loyalty. Scaring them away would do no good, not this time. Not when Peter seemed to actually care for this one. He would be devastated and I cannot have that clouding my conscious. I held my hand out for them to take, which they excepted.

“Thanks.” They mumbled.

They trailed behind me to the kitchen. I thought about what I could cook them. I knew for a fact, Hannibal had yet to serve them anyone yet. I don’t know what he was waiting for, it’s not like they would know. He’d done it many times, with Miss Lounds, Alana, Jack… Will. They’d all eaten someone without knowing. Even Abigail had, so Newt being a minor wasn’t what was stopping him. But I shouldn’t go behind his back, he had his reasons. As tempting as it would be to watch them devour someone, and see them break when they found out.

That was always the most fun, watching them break. The men were more satisfying, they always tried to me ‘manly’ about it. But they’d resort to puking and tears in no time. And the women, the women grew hysteric and would plead to whatever god they believed in for forgiveness. But Newt, how would they react? They belonged to neither classification, not fully. Despite looking like a girl on the outside, their brain was much more complex than that. I wondered what it would taste like. I shook the thought from my head, and looked back when a hand was placed on my shoulder. I raised a brow at them.

“Lost you there for a moment, where did you go?” They asked.

“Go?”

The gave me a nod, chuckling softly under their breath.

“In here.” They pointed to their head. “Your eyes went dark, like Peter’s do when he’s thinking.”

They too were observant, interesting. Maybe they would be more useful then I originally gave them credit for.

“Nowhere you need to worry yourself about.” I answered plainly. I knew they didn’t mean to pry, but they didn’t seem to understand we were still strangers. They shouldn’t pretend to know me because they knew Peter.

“Kevin doesn’t disappear in his head much.”

I raised a brow once more, daring them to continue.

“He hides in someone else’s instead. Poking around in whatever hole he can find. Digging deeper until they’re to confused to question his motives.” They started.

Bjr it didn’t sounds scared, or judgmental. It was like they were stating a simple fact. It wasn’t harsh, nor soft, just spoken plainly, with utter disinterest.

“You make my brother sounds like a narcissist.”

“With a tendency for sociopathy actually. He doesn’t like me very much.”

I frowned. Had they read Hannibal’s folders? I knew he kept files on each of us, his own way of feeling in control. He was in charge while Hannibal Sr. was in jail after all. We’d have to break him out soon; he’d been locked up for far to long.

“You believe Kevin is a sociopath?” I questioned.

I took some cheese from the fridge; grabbing the proper knife to cut it into cubes. Cheese and crackers would be a simple snack they would enjoy. They didn’t seem to be the type for a broad pallet. Their taste were quite childish.

“Is that what I said?” They asked back.

It wasn’t quite challenging in tone, more defensive.

“But you believe he had a tendency to be so.”

“He’s cynical, charming, arrogant, impulsive, irritable, presents as having little empathy and frequently gets in trouble in school. Often times, dragging Peter with him.” The concluded.

Fascinating. Yet they dared to challenge him last night at dinner. I continued to make their snack. They sat at the counter, fidgeting with their nails.

“You’ve paid attention to Kevin’s behaviour at school, before you were intimate with Peter?”

They scrunched their nose.

“Please do not use that word. There is nothing going on between Peter and I. Intimate suggests… unsavoury things, we’re familiar, harmonious, but not intimate.”

I raised my hands in mock defence. There was that shiver again, a visceral reaction.

“But yes, Kevin has been called down to the office 47 times, been reprimanded in front me 24, but I’m sure there’s been countless more, he’s gotten in 7 fist fights, two of which he didn’t initiate and he’s been suspended 3 times. All since the beginning of the year when I got here.”

They picked at the skin of their fingers more harshly, clearly becoming worked up. I knew I should step back, Hannibal wouldn’t be pleased if I started to wear down Peter’s new toy so quickly. But I couldn’t help myself.

“And what do you think of me?” I asked.

They looked up for the first time since they sat down, a bewildered look crossing their features.

“I don’t know you Morgan… I won’t pretend to.”

“Assume me.” I pushed.

They sighed heavily.

”You seem to have compulsive tendencies…” they poked around their head for more descriptors.

“Oh?”

“You’ve readjusted your grip on the knife 9 tiems, three for each time you’ve had to pick it up again after pausing. You did the same thing last night at dinner. You also spin your fork twice before eating. You tap for times on the table with your left forefinger once you’ve set a utensil down. And you adjust your sleeves between each action, which doesn’t come off as a nervous behaviour. In fact you don’t seem to be a nervous person in the slightest. You’re quite confident in all your actions.”

They cleared their throat.

“I could have declined your offer for a snack, but you would have persisted. Which suggests to me your obsessive need for control. You’re a perfectionist. If I had said no, it would have ruined how you pré-planned this whole interaction in your head. You wish to get to know me because your protective of your family, but more importantly Peter. Because you’re paranoid, a symptom of your PTSD.” They finished.

My grip on the knife tightened, my knuckles turning white. Now I knew why Hannibal’s patients felt uncomfortable when he read them. It was like being splayed open on an autopsy table for all the buzzards to pick and chose which sort of you they bore into. Their eyes trailed down to my hand. I expected them to react, pulling back in fear, and I would have to think quickly how to handle this. But I was stunned at what they did next.

Their hand felt gently on top of my own.

“I’m not going to hurt you, or Peter, Morgan. I answered because you asked. Don’t read to much into it.” They said, giving me a gentle smile.

I relaxed my hand a little.

“And Hannibal?” I questioned.

They were coming too close to figure us out, I would have to call a family meeting later. They didn’t retract their hand until they felt me pull my own away. They dropped their hands in their lap.

“Hmmm. He’s difficult to read. He doesn’t leave much time during our sessions for me to observe him. He asks too many questions. And outside of his office, we only meet during meals. He’s a very busy man. Possibly afraid of being alone with his own thoughts for too long. Perhaps Peter’s narcism was learned from Dr Lecter. He doesn’t mean to, but he’s not great at hiding his prejudice. But he judges with the best of intentions. Some Doctors join the feule because they like the sense of control, but he wouldn’t have become a psychologist if he didn’t want to help, right?”

Now this was interesting. A real question. A little intonation of hope at the end, they wanted a real answer.

“I do believe Hannibal enjoys his job, yes.”

They smiled at me.

“He too is low on empathy, which isn’t a bad thing. He makes up for it in showing sympathy, at least I can feel it. I’m sure his other patients do to.”

“So you’re officially a patient?”

“We’ll, no, no more than you are, I suppose. Perhaps I should be, I think Dr Lecter thinks so. He thinks our chats are useful, I find them boring. But it makes him happy, which in turn makes Peter happy, which-“

“Makes you happy”

I slid the plate to them.

“Peter makes me very happy.” They said.

I could tell it was sincere. The first statement they’d made this far that wasn’t flat. It held a type of warmth that I couldn’t rightfully describe. It was nice to know they didn’t have any sinister intentions with my cousin.

“Did I answer all you questions Morgan?”

“For now. Unless there’s anything else you’d like to share. Or I could leave you be until dinner.”

“No, I think I enjoy the company. Unless, of course, that was just your polite way of telling me you have better things to be doing. Thank you for the snack.”

I sat beside them on the counter, and watched a small smile grow on their lips.

“Your turn.” They said.

“You wish to know what I think of you?”

They nodded as they took a bite of the cracker. It was odd how happy they got from such a simple meal. It was so bland. They offered me one, but I pushed the plate back to them.

“We’ll, I’m not quite sure.”

“You don’t think you understand me, do you?“

“Does anyone understand anyone?”

They chuckled.

“I won’t be offended if you’re wrong. I’m sure I got a lot wrong earlier. My analysis was quite brutal, at least form a normal societal standpoint. Narcissism, and other personality disorders aren’t something that are taken lightly. People demonise them far to much. The people suffering with these conditions are still people, and society conveniently forgets that.”

No wonder they feel for Peter’s charms. They held all the cards to see the red flag, yet chose to wear rose coloured glasses. I pity them.

“We’ll, you care deeply, you show it with your actions rather than words. Acts of service are your love language. You’re adverse to touch most times, but you’re more comfortable when you initiate it first. And you do so when you’ve decided the other persons feelings are more important than your own.”

I watched as they chewed at their bottom lip, squirming in their seat. It was fun to watch.

“I don’t think you live in reality. You’re in heavy denial about something which is why you focus all your energy on being a people pleaser. You try your best to fit in, but not because it’s what you want to do, rather as a survival technique. You know your ship is sinking, so you desperately cling onto the most stable thing you can find, which happens to be my cousin. You idolise him, wrongfully so.”

They tore into the skin of their nails this time, little droplets of blood, beading at the surface.

“You don’t think Peter is worth looking up to?”

“Nobody ever is. Your attachment to my cousin is unhealthy, which is probably why Hannibal insists on making you one of his patients. He can stop you from taking things too far.”

They pushed out their chair.

“Thank you for your analysis Morgan. I think I’m done with snack time.”

They quickly left the room. I could tell they were fighting back tears. Sure, it was harsh, but was I wrong? Their interest could quickly turn to obsession. And I didn’t want to see Peter her his heart broken when Hannibal and I would have to put them down. They couldn’t stay long, it would be better to convince them to leave on their own. I took out my phone and called my uncle.

“How’s Peter doing?” I mused.

“You didn’t call just to talk about Peter, Morgan, spit it out.”

“The child is getting too close, you’ll have to work harder on your manipulation. They know you’re trying to sway them in some way, they just aren’t sure of what, or why. I’ve planted a seed of doubt, be sure to water it, won’t you?”

I hung up the phone. Hannibal and I were quite sparse in our communication. It wasn’t rude, just not laced with all the bullshit embellishments. Poor little Newt walked away with their tail between their legs. This should be fun.

Newt’s POV:

I felt stupid, utterly stupid. I promised I wouldn’t get upset, and like a cry baby, I went and ran away. How pathetic. But he wasn’t right. Peter was my friend, my normal friend. Sure, I’d never made one before, but this is how they described them in books.

My danger sense had been going off all day. But not strong, just a mild buzzing. And the longer it went in, the more I grew concerned. What the hell were Hannibal and Peter up to. The feeling grew in the pit of my stomach, and I knew I had to swallow my pride. Morgan knew where they were. I went around looking for him, finding him in the library. I stood at the entrance, debating if I should come in.

“Do come in Newt, I believe I owe you an apology for earlier” he said smoothly.

His tone of voice made me uneasy.

“No matter, it’s a nonissue. It’s late, I’m worried.”

“I spoke with Hannibal only an hour ago, everything’s fine.”

“No offense, but i don’t believe you. Not about this, not this time.”

He put down his book and slowly walked towards me.

“Are you accusing me of lying?”

“No, I- I can’t explain it. I just have a feeling something is wrong. It’s making me sick.”

He tilted his head at that.

“Fine, I’ll take you to them. Then you’ll learn to trust to take my word.”

I nodded. Something told me not to follow him into the car, but I pushed it aside. Making sure Peter was fine was my first priority. Everything about Morgan’s body language screamed instability. He was upset, but I don’t think he’d hurt me. He’s too smart, too proud. But as we made our way further from town, towards the woods, my stomach twisted further.

“Morgan”

“They’re just a little further, old family cabin.” He stated.

We indeed arrived at a cabin, which calmed my anxiety a bit. But I was still on edge. It reminded me of when my father would take me out of town for our hunting trips, and we’d stay in cabins liek this one. He took the keys out of the car.

“We’ll go on, they’re just inside.” He said.

I frowned.

“You’re not coming in?” I asked suspiciously.

“I don’t need to, I know they’re here.”

I squinted at him, scrunching my nose before hesitantly opening the car door. I slowly made my way to the cabin, knocking a few times but not hearing a response. I turned back to look at Morgan, who just shooed me forward. I tried the door and it was unlocked. Weird, that seemed unlike a man like Hannibal.

Most of the cabin was pristine, just like the house. This was definitely one of Hannibal’s properties. It was also fairly quiet. What were they doing out in a cabin by the lake all day? The sun was almost setting and Peter hadn’t checked his phone since he left. A little mouse scurried across my foot, and I looked after where it went. There were little red foot prints leading to a hole in the wall.

I followed the mouse to the little hobbit hole and held out my hand, waiting. It peaked it its nose out after a minuet or so, and I let it sniff my hand. It slowly climbed onto it, and I brought it close to my face to observe. It was covered in some sort of red substance, perhaps they were painting? I set the mouse back down and let it go back into the wall. I pushed forward, noticing a latch in the floor near the back of the house.

I thought for a moment, knowing it would be rude to enter. Morgan was probably just setting me up, getting back at me for earlier. But that bad feeling didn’t go away, so I opened the latch. I could see a light in the distance, they were down there. I could go, but, something urged me to push forward. So I carefully made my way down the later and slowly rounded the corner. I didn’t want to sneak up on them, but talking didn’t seem right, right now. My voice would come out too shaky.

I stepped in a small puddle, but shrugged it off, until I looked around the corner. My heart nearly stopped. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Hannibal and Peter where here alright, but so was my father. Despite everything yelling in me to run, my instincts betrayed me.

“Daddy?” I asked.

All three men turned to me. My father looked shocked, but could barely react from how swollen his face was. I thought I saw a glimpse of anger appear on Hannibal’s face, but I couldn’t care less. My eyes were trained on Peter. He held a knife in his hand, and his jumper was covered in blood, so was his skin. His perfect, welcoming, skin. It was tainted now. Marred with the blood of my father.

“Newt.” Hannibal started.

Peter opened his mouth multiple times to speak, but it was clear he couldn’t come up with anything to say. I didn’t dare take my eyes off him though. Hannibal took a step forward and I took a step back.

“Peter?” I asked.

I watched his eyes shift to Hannibal, like he was looking for some kind of confirmation. Hannibal moved forward again, but I moved back.

“I won’t run.” I stated simply. “So please, stop trying to chase me.” I said calmly.

Hannibal looked hesitant, but agreed to my request.

“Morgan brought me. I was worried you weren’t well. You didn’t answer your phone.”

“Morgan called an hour ago, he should have told you we would be home shortly.”

I chuckled dryly.

“And leave a job unfinished? That’s seems unlike you Dr Lecter.”

“You aren’t upset?” Peter finally spoke.

God, his voice broke me. Actually hearing him speak made this all the more real. He sounded scared. Of me?

“Oh, I’m livid right now Peter. The only thing stopping me from making and rash decisions right now, is the fact that you’re holding a knife, and I know Hannibal won’t hesitate. And I’m sure Morgan’s behind me right now.” I finished.

As if on cue, he gabbed me from behind, holding me tightly to his chest so I couldn’t flee.

“You we’re getting too close.”

“I told you not to read to much into it.”

“Reading into things is the Lecter specialty” he quipped.

“You weren’t meant to see this.” Peter brought my attention back to him.

He stepped forward, and due to Morgan’s hold on me, I couldn’t budge.

“Any of this.”

“So you were going to leave me to wither alone in the dark, forever? We’re meant to light each others flames Peter, not smother them. You promised.” My voice broke.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He was at arms reach now, knife still in hand. But I didn’t dare look at it, I held eye contact dispute how uncomfortable it made me.

“You think your lies do not hurt?” I was quickly becoming enraged.

This wasn’t Peter, my Peter. This Peter was ugly, and cold.

“He just wanted to help. Your father is a monster. The things he did to you-“

“To me! This isn’t your call to make!” I was yelling now.

I was never one to raise my voice, but I couldn’t help myself.

“He’s my father… MINE!” I screamed.

My body was shaking with rage at this point, my vision growing blurry with frustrated tears. I could hear Morgan chuckle behind me, he was enjoying this.

“Not yours Peter.” I tried to calm myself.

“Despite all this, have I given you any reason not to trust me Dr Lecter?”

He thought for a moment.

“No. You have not.”

“Then when I said I wouldn’t run, I meant it. Please tell Morgan to let me go. I don’t like being touched, let alone manhandled.”

Hannibal gave him a nod and he let me go. I adjusted myself, brushing off the icky feeling that cling to my skin. Peter tried to approach but I pushed past him. I approached my father, and the three men watched, on edge. I grabbed his face In my hands, looking him in the eye before ripping out his gag.

“Speak.”

“You vindictive little bitch, I should have let your mother smother you with that pillow when you were an Infant.”

He spat in my face. A mix of salvia and blood hitting me, the warmth of it made me want to vomit. I used my sleeve to wipe it away.

“Huh. No apology?” I asked.

“The only thing I’m sorry for is raising a bastard child like you. I forgave your mother for the affair, she paid for that. But she grew attached to you, that was her mistake.”

My eyes widened. I wasn’t even his blood? This whole time I felt disgusted being related to someone like him. And my mother, she- it didn’t matter now. I started laughing, the kind of laugh the final girl gets when she escapes the killer at the end of a movie.

“We’ll, if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions. To think, I brought some poor stranger into my family problems. Poor you, the husband of a cheating whore, and the surrogate father of an innocent child who loved you unconditionally.”

I scoffed.

“I cried for you, you know. Every-time I’ve thought about telling the school, or the police. The thought of you rotting in jail made my stomach sick. Mother would never forgive me, and I’d be the outcast who put their own father in jail. Cause what you did to me wasn’t that bad, right? Everyone’s father lost his temper sometimes, it was normal. I was just being dramatic, and a baby. Well guess what dad, I’ve grown up!”

I grabbed an ice pick from the table of tools and quickly plunged it between his rib cage, narrowly missing his heart.

“I’m not that naive little kid anymore, who thinks daddy just wants what’s best for them. You can’t order me around anymore.”

I twisted it in. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I flinched back, pulling my shoulder out of the way. In turn taking the weapon with me. Something clicked when I looked down at my hands, seeing the red, feeling the hot sticky sensation of his blood on my hands. I was going to be sick. I dropped the ice pick and stumbled back in shock.

“What did I-“

Peter pulled me into a hug, I crumpled to the floor, a sobbing mess. He shushed me, rocking me back and forth gently.

“It’s ok Newt, he’s never gonna hurt you again. And I don’t have to lie anymore, I promise.” He said.

“Morgan, get them home. I’ll clean this up.”

The rest of the evening was a blur. I was too stunned to have any coherent thoughts, or hear any of what they tried to say to me.

An: I was having a bad day, and this fic made me feel better lol. Hannibal is my OG comfort character.

#newt #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal family #hannibal x reader #hannibal imagines #Peter lecter #Morgan lecter #Kevin lecter #fang writes #fangs ocs

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r4d10act1v3 · 9 months

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Streber and Kevin just relaxing <3

Idea from a friend on a different platform :3

Timelapse 👇❤️

Took about 2-3 hours idk-

#candybats #sweetfangs #candy bats #sweet fangs #kevin x streber #streber x kevin #spooky month #digital art #art #digital artwork #digital aritst #artwork #medibang

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alphawolfice1989 · 6 months

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Riverdale Season 6 couples

Jughead and tabitha

Betty and archie

Reggie and veronica

Fangs and toni

Moose and kevin

Cheryl and heather

#jughead x tabitha #betty x jughead #veronica x reggie #kevin x moose #fangs x toni #cheryl x heather #riverdale

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sam24 · 4 months

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String Beans and Goldfish

Summary: Defending someone who everyone hates is hard. Especially when you're standing in front of a bunch of gang members and Mr. Serpent Hottie won't stop staring at you.

Pairing: Sweet Pea x fem!reader

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As soon as you walked through the door, you felt the piercing gaze of 20 something pairs of eyes on you. There was only one that truly mattered, but you pushed down your weird volatile feelings and cleared your throat, stepping up to Jughead.

“What are you doing here?” He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were into gaming.”

You rolled your eyes with a scoff. “Sorry Jughead, I’m not here to join this fun little club you’ve got going on here. I’m here to talk to you guys.”

“See Jughead, she’s probably here to tell us how stupid our club sounds. Literally who’s going to believe this.” Fangs whined.

You avoided looking at Fangs, because you knew exactly who would be standing right next to him.

“Honestly, I don’t give a shit about your club. I just need to talk to you guys about Reggie.”

You heard a collective groan among them at the name of Riverdale High’s star athlete, infamous among the Serpents for being a complete asshole.

“Why? You here to defend that dick? You his girlfriend or something?”

Shit.

You looked to where the voice came from, although you knew exactly who it was. You made eye contact with him, his eyes, cold and proud, staring into you intently, waiting for an answer. There was an emotion rippling through his body that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Anger? Jealousy? Both?

Sweet Pea remembered the first time he saw you- the drag race. You were leaning against the truck Reggie was sitting on, your elbow resting on Kevin’s shoulder, looking annoyed as you squinted in the sun.

You had taken a sip out of Reggie’s red solo cup, making a disgusted scrunched up face before shoving the drink back into his hands.

Sweet Pea almost smirked from his place on his motorcycle next to Toni, but remembered he wouldn’t be caught dead smiling at a Northsider.

He couldn’t help but steal glances at you the whole time, and he for sure as hell could see you looking back at him.

The second time he saw you was on the Serpents’ disastrous first day at Riverdale High.

You were standing off to the side behind Kevin, trying your best not to cringe at Veronica’s enthusiasm and Archie’s uncomfiness. Sweet Pea wasn’t even listening to whatever Veronica was saying, instead eye-flirting with you the whole time.

You didn’t say anything when Cheryl and Reggie made their dramatic entrance down the stairs, apart from an audible groan and an eye roll. But, he did see you pull the sleeve of Reggie’s jacket back when he tried to storm up to Sweet Pea, a glint of warning in your eyes. Reggie immediately backed down, and Sweet Pea scowled at the sight, a string of jealousy pulling in his stomach.

He later learned you were in his World History fifth hour class. You and Cheryl walked in late, accompanied by Principal Weatherbee. Cheryl holding a rag to her bleeding nose, and a bruise forming on your knuckles, and your seat was coincidentally the one right next to the one he sat in.

”Damn you must be one hungry chick.” Sweet Pea watched as you pulled out yet another pack of goldfish.

“Thanks, string bean.” You smiled, trying your best to cover up the rapid beating of your heart. “It’s one of my best qualities.”

He raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “It’s actually Sweet Pea.”

“Well, Sweet Pea, maybe you should take me to Pop’s one time and I can show you much I can eat in one sitting.” You said with a wink, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

And before Sweet Pea could flirt back, Reggie stormed over, narrowing his eyes at Sweet Pea, threat clear in his eyes. Before he could throw out an insult, the teacher interrupted, loudly telling Reggie to sit down.

He grudgingly did, but he spent the rest of class glaring murderously at Sweet Pea. And of course, Sweet Pea flirted with you even more because of that.

And now you were here, at an undercover Serpent meeting trying to defend him.

That filled Sweet Pea with rage.

“Look, string- Sweet Pea. I’m not trying to make up excuses for him. I’m just trying to show you his side.”

“Those sound an awful lot like excuses, sweetheart.” Sweet Pea sneered.

You tried not to choke at the nickname.

“Look, Pea, I don’t want to get in the middle of whatever sexual tension is going on between you two, but how about we hear what she’s gotta say.” Toni tried to reason.

“Thank you.” You sent Toni a warm smile, ignoring the first part of her sentence, before facing the rest of them.

“Okay look. I know, Reggie is an asshole. But deep down . . . he’s actually still kind of an asshole- you know what, I have no clue where I’m going with this, lemme start over.” You said with the wave of your hand. “Reggie’s going through a lot right now. His dad- let’s just say he isn’t the best father.”

You paused, thinking how to phrase your thoughts. “He’s going through a lot of shit at home, and-”

“So? That gives him a right to treat us like shit? Tell Reggie to get over himself. Other kids get abused, doesn’t mean they go around acting like dickbags.” Sweet Pea snarled, venom dripping from his voice.

You narrowed your eyes at him, getting defensive. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying- honestly I don’t even know what I’m saying.”

You looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling stupid. You kicked at the tile, your converse skidding on the floor.

“I’ve known Reggie for a long time, and what I’ve accumulated over all this time is that Reggie is terrible with feelings. When he’s mad, he’s angry. When he’s sad, he’s angry. When he feels like shit, he’s angry. It may not seem like it, but he’s really hurting inside. So he thinks the solution is to take it out on other people. And you guys are the perfect target.” You got quieter, the previous anger in your voice turning into sadness.

Sweet Pea suddenly felt guilty for yelling, which was a feeling he rarely ever felt.

“Look, guys. If you want to beat him up, go for it, he honestly deserves it for being so terrible.” You took in a breath. “But try not to kill him, please. He’s my best friend.” Your voice went down to a whisper at the end.

The kid next to Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “Please. Save the acting, bitc-”

He was quickly silenced by the thunderous slam of Sweet Pea’s palm onto the desk.

“Nevermind.” His jaw clenched.

Sweet Pea’s eyes stayed on the desk, but he caught the slight smile on your face. He was too proud to tell you that he’ll try to go easy on Reggie, just for you, but you understood.

And that was what made you special.

Before anyone could say anything, Reggie’s voice echoed in the hallway, calling your name.

“You should probably go before your boyfriend gets mad.” Sweet Pea muttered angrily, falling even deeper into the dark pit called jealousy.

You turned to walk out the door, but not before looking Sweet Pea dead in the eye.

”He’s not my boyfriend, string bean.”

#riverdale #sweet pea x reader #jealousy

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mascarerii · 1 year

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wow guys look more gay people

3:42 A.M.

Kevin x Streber

Aka these dimbasses (/aff) and my own version of their first meeting :-)

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3:42 A.M.

It was the middle of the night. The night air was crisp and cool just like the autumn leaves that littered the ground, just a few days away from Halloween. The weather was colder for the holiday than usual, but it likely wasn’t going to be much of an issue, anyways; at least not for those who ‘celebrate’ the holiday via getting two extra shifts shoved on them against their will in a candy store.

Staring blearily at his phone in his hand as the bolded letters displayed the time, a simple 3:42 A.M. looking back at him, he’d groan. Silently, he’d click the device off again and quickly pocketed it before flopping onto the counter— leaning on it. He has about two hours left of his shift, still, and a bit more seeing as he was scheduled in until 6 A.M. Honestly, he didn’t even get why this candy store was open at night— like, really, who needed a 24/7 candy store? There are gas stations for that. Yeah, sure, there’s less variety, but at least gas station workers indirectly sign up for that kinda crap. Kevin wasn’t even aware he’d get thrown on night shift every other night whenever he got hired. Regardless, he sighed, idly grounding himself in for a few more hours— but hey, at least it was quiet. No one ever came in at these times, *ever*. Like, the day someone did, he’d probab—

Pausing as he got knocked out of his thoughts by the small bell hitched above the door got rung, he’d pick up his gaze. In front of him seemed to be some man, on the shorter side, with an obvious cowlick within a bushel of black hair and heavy eyeliner— which only really made the eye-bags under their eyes the more obvious. They were looking around the store, blissfully unaware of the clerk who just seemed to be blearily staring at them, before they glanced over. Head tilting, they’d soon spare Kevin a smile— lifting a hand, one with oddly sharp nails, Kevin noted, to wave at him. Somehow, that one small gesture made his brain fry up for a moment— and after a long, bordering-awkward beat of silence, he’d lift his own to half-heartedly return the wave. This made the person grin, a large, crinkled one of.. an odd amount of joy. As Kevin rose a brow at the smile, the individual soon turned to stare at the shelves— presumably looking for.. y’know, candy. Why else would they be here?

With the person occupied, Kevin somewhat slipped into his thoughts— a garbled mess of confusion, very slight irritation that wasn’t truly directed at the stranger, and something else. He wasn’t sure what the something else was, because, by the time he started to pick at the ball of yarn equivalent in his brain of really out of place thoughts, a light clearing of the throat tore him out again. Standing in front of him was the stranger, their gaze soft— still carrying an idle smile as they raised a brow.

“You alright, friend?” They practically chuckled out the words, but their tone was friendly— almost kind of concerned.

Clearing his own throat a bit, Kevin would straighten. “Er,.. yeah, I’m— fine. What do you want today?”

Quickly falling onto the basically pre-programmed response, he’d pause as his gaze flicked down towards the three bags of candy that got dumped on his counter. They weren’t mini bags, or something— they were the family-sized kind. Huh.

“Just this, thank you.” Speaking with some everlasting smile, something no one seemed to possess in this town, the stranger would close their eyes a bit with a faint snicker.

Raising a brow, Kevin would begin to scan the items— idly watching this stranger for the entirety of it. They just smiled back, the entire time. After he had finished, he’d scoot the bags back over the counter to the other.

“Er,.. want.. a receipt?” Slightly tense as he spoke, he’d continue to eye the stranger— who seemed to kinda.. buffer for once. They murmured out some garbled statement, it almost kinda sounding like a ‘My nam-‘ ?? Before they cut themself off, seeming to snap back into reality from whatever.. random daze they had gone into.

“Oh— uh, sorry! Yeah- yeah, receipt— yes!” Their grin would turn ever so slightly nervous as they seemed to flush up a bit. Kevin would just slide the receipt over— which the stranger would take, but they didn’t.. move. With a few long beats of silence, Kevin would soon clear his throat.

“Do.. do you need somethin—“ “What’s your name?”

Seeming to retract after having cut him off, they’d slap a hand over their mouth— soon lowering the fingers to give an apologetic smile.

“Uh,.. Kevin.” As he murmured, he’d softly tap the name tag— which made the other have a long moment of staring at it, almost dumbfounded. It made a very slight snrrk slip out of him.

Regaining their composure, they’d soon wipe the expression in favour of smiling up at him. “Well— uh, uh!! I’m Streber.”

“Nice.. to meet.. youu?” Head tilting a bit, he’d look over the other again— raising a brow, albeit his expression rather neutral other than that.

Sounding like they were about to implode, they’d quickly spurt out a “Yeah!! Yeah- uh, nice to meet you, too!” Before beginning to step back. “Uh— see you around?”

“Mmuh, sure— yeah..” Slowly, Kevin gave a weak smile, mainly a confused one, “.. see you around.”

With that, ‘Streber’ would give a giddy grin before quickly scampering out of the store, giggling to himself as he shook a closed fist quickly up and down.

Slumping over the counter again, Kevin would press a hand to his cheek as he watched the doors close behind themselves. For some reason he couldn’t really explain, he could feel a slight smile on his face.

How weird.

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Hii, could you do a part two of "bite me"? I love reading these types of stories <33

Bloody red ୨୧ Charles Leclerc x Reader- Vampire AU

| Part 1 | Heyyy y'all- I'M BACK!!! Okay so reader is at the end for this but I promise y'all will love this- it's Charles, how could one not? Anyways, enjoy and let me know what you wanna see next! REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Charles could almost throw up from the sight in front of him, he was exaggerating of course but it was close.

A large spread of food- human food. The drivers had all gone out to celebrate, he didn't know what, maybe it was a pity meal after the absolute mess in Australia. He hoped so, looking at how George and Logan looked- faces pale, eyes dark, looking like they could throw up.

Across from him Fernando hadn't touched the food and was sipping on his suspiciously red win, Lance sat to his right and Checo to his left. He spoke animatedly to the Red Bull driver in fast and whispered Spanish and Lance gossiped, loud (for the vampire) in French to Esteban, who seemed equally engrossed in what the Canadian was saying.

Charles swallowed thickly, it wasn't as if he couldn't eat human food it was just that it tasted bland and quite frankly gross to him and Fernando, whom he still suspected to be a vampire. How could he not? That man was surprisingly fit for a man of 40... not that 40 was old.

He fiddled with the spaghetti on his plate but finally gave in an shoved it in his mouth, swallowing like it pained him to do so.

When he looked back up, he saw Fernando staring at him, with a look on his face that Charles couldn't for the life of him figure out. So he decided to torture that old man, why not?

"The food's nice isn't it Nando?" He asked, pulling the table's attention to the two, he smirked as he saw the older man's eyes widen for a second before he regained composure and smiled- no smirked back.

"Yes, yes, it is," he replied, his accent thick, "You don't seem to have eaten much though, not to your taste?" he stressed the last word in an insinuating manner, the meaning lost on all others who were listening in, but he knew, he knew that he knew that he knew- okay this was getting confusing.

"Oh no, I like it, your plate has been empty though?" This was fun, Fernando shook his head and returned to his wine, everyone on the table seemed to have moved on, other than a few prying eyes, unknown to the two drivers.

As the night went on the herd began to thin, as most of the younger drivers- Max, Lando, Oscar (on Lando's insistence, which consisted of him dragging the poor boy out with him,) Zhou, Pierre, Alex, Carlos, Yuki and of course, Daniel had decided to go clubbing. Nico, Kevin, Checo, Valtteri and Esteban had returned to their hotels, tired of the weekend and its festivities.

Left at the table were Fernando and Lance, who seemed to be having a hushed conversation, too soft even for his ears, George and Logan, who seemed to be slightly panicked about something and Lewis who was paying the bill, but just as he was done, he nodded at Fernando in some sort of silent agreement and headed out, patting the drivers in his way, including Charles, on the back and gracing the others with a small wave.

The Aston-Martin driver's conversation finally ends, the younger man laughing at something Nando said as he gets up from the chair and walks away.

Then suddenly, all Fernando's attention is on Charles, unwavering, eyes like a hunter on his prey, "You know," he says nonchalantly, leaning back, "and you know that I know," his eyes still piercing into his own, "So what are we going to do about it?"

Charles knows there's no real danger, after all, he couldn't hurt him without having his secret out, right? Regardless he's terrified, but he's also a gutsy, annoying little shit, so he responds in kind.

"Nothing," and bares his fangs, sipping his own cup of wine, it actually was just wine. He felt pride as Fernando's face morphed into shock.

"This... this I did not expect," he surrendered, hands in the air, "but, I am not unhappy," he smiled, baring his fangs back the monegasque.

Somewhere further along the long table, they were seated at, something clattered, making the two vampires turn their necks at breakneck speeds, well for humans at least.

"What... the fuck!" The American cursed, the tall Brit ext to him equally shocked, his jaw locked shut.

Oh god, how could they forget about them? They were truly screwed now.

"George, think about this-" he began but he was cut off by him opening his pursed mouth which let a small stream of blood dribble out.

Before he had a chance to think the American opened his mouth, teeth- no fangs, stained red. They lifted the small metal decanter they had been drinking from throughout the dinner, he'd just assumed it was alcohol.

"Okay then, " Nando sighed and chugged from his glass of what he now knew was blood. He motioned for the two boys to come closer and they looked around before speeding to sit next to the older man, George where Lance was once seated and Logan where Esteban was.

All he could do was stare, "W-who? What?" slipped out his mouth before he could stop it.

"Well, I was turned very long ago," Fernando confessed.

"How long?" He asked,

"Let's just say Formula was as interesting in the '50s," he smiled, making the three younger men exclaim in various degrees of disbelief.

"That's- impossible, what?" Logan called out, clearly shocked.

"You're a vampire and that's what you think is impossible?" George sassed.

"Yeah? And whose fault is that?" Logan snarked back, using an unused baguette to smack the taller blonde across the head making him hiss in reply.

"Well, I was going to ask who turned you but I guess that's answered," Fernando said, looking at the younger boys.

"Wait, who turned you, George?" Charles asked.

"Lewis, he didn't mean to... it just kind of happened," the boy shrugged.

"And you, Predestinado?" Nando asked, ever theatrical but Charles was a little ashamed now.

"I- uh, I don't know actually," He replied making the other three look at him in concern.

"It happened at a club and I've been feeding off my girlfriend, ever since..." he let out and watched as Logan and George moved closer to each other and Nando sighed.

"Y/n, yes? She's a good kid, Charli, try not to hurt her, this life... it is not an easy one, you know," he warned but the look in his eyes told Charles he was speaking from experience.

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The door opened just as you had dozed off, tired of waiting for Charles.

"Y/n, belle, are you awake, Cheri?" he whispered as he walked into the expensive hotel room.

You startled awake, immediately smiling at your boyfriend. He laid next to you and you moved to let yourself burrow into his arms, head on his chest. At first the lack of a heart beat scared you , but now it was almost comforting, knowing the the sounds you heard were your blood running through his veins.

"Bebe, you will not belive who else is a Vampire," he started off, making you awaken more properly than before.

"There's more of you?" you questioned in shock, leading to perhaps the most important gossip session of your life.

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