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Reggie didn’t know what he was doing or how he got where he was. He never imagined himself working under Hiram Lodge as a goon but that’s what happened. Football didn’t work out, his father’s dealership didn’t work out, and more importantly, his relationship with Veronica didn’t work out. So maybe there was a hint of spite when it came to teaming up with her father. Working under Hiram was therapeutic in its own way. Reggie was allowed to do things he could only dream of in high school. But maybe he was taking things too far? His ego was through the roof. He didn’t think anyone could stop him. However, he couldn’t help this feeling of being watched. Maybe it was guilt...nerves...or maybe it was them? “Is it a coincidence I keep seeing you around or are you following me?” @redemptioninterlude
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#riverdale season 6 - 15 posts
#riverdale episode recap - 10 posts
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#i've had notes on this forever and the airing of the season 6b promos in the us finally gave me the kick in the pants i needed to write this
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#5
what would the other riverdale characters' heaven be if they had died in the plague of the first borns?
the show picked the easier characters to construct heaven for. polly died after a miserable destitute single motherhood so her heaven would obviously be being mistress of a thriving thornhill with five babies. jughead suffered childhood food insecurity and career failure plus all his childhood intimate relationships betrayed him without exception so his heaven is as a successful aroace writer permanently residing in his favorite diner. we saw alice’s heaven when polly died - her three kids stepford-perfect while crowding ecstatically next to her as she plays mozart on the piano in a world where hal doesn't exist. kevin's heaven was shown in Vale to be as a Broadway star with Fangs as his manager boyfriend subservient.
but what is Veronica’s heaven? Betty's? Reggie’s? Cheryl’s? Tabitha’s?
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Riverdale S6 E2 (Rivervale Ch 2)
Happy New Year (this is being drafted Wk 1, 2022). My ‘reading’ Rivervale as a fanfic of Riverdale continues!
Alternate Universes that fic writers come up with can be completely hypnotizing if you the reader are on the same wavelength. By the same token, fanfic using alternative universes can be utterly alienating if it’s not a thing you’re into. For this installment, I must say that I was on the Read, Regret and Move On side of the dividing line for this AU that is Rivervale. Horror is not a favorite genre and because I find the myth of La Llorona as presented here kind of retrograde and boring. But! As a deliberate exploration of misogynist tropes that bind women characters in fiction this installment was very fascinating to analyze.
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Riverdale S6B, Ep #101 (“Unbelievable”)
Hello people I am back. Spoilers and gratuitous longing for Sweet Pea follow.
A bomb blew up the Andrews house to smithereens but the Cooper house is completely unscathed. I don’t know why that strikes me as less creepy than the fact that Alice Cooper is wearing her hair exactly like her surviving daughter’s.
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Riverdale Episode 6.5 (Rivervale Finale)
In the final chapter of this fanfic-within-the-canon that has been the ride through Rivervale, there’s a truly Herculian effort to resolve the in-AU storylines that have received varying levels of development, and an attempt to tie it all back to Riverdale, to which we will return. And a lot of it is very witty and so much of this episode encapsulates what I so love about Riverdale the show as a piece of entertainment.
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Riverdale S6B, Ep #102 (“Death at a Funeral”)
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Scenario: Guys Night Out with Maddox, Teddy, and Reggie
So Maddox and Reggie wanna go let off some steam, as per usual. But Teddy likes to let off steam is less extreme ways and therefore he demands that this time around they go to one of his cooking classes.
Of course the guys are grumbly about it at first (Reggie especially) but Maddox ends up giving in because he literally can't say no to Teddy ever and he convinces Reggie to buck up for the night.
"Fine," Reggie sighs. "But I better not see anyone from school there!"
Maddox knitted his eyebrows together. "It's just a cooking class Reg. You'll survive one night."
Teddy rushes down the stairs, his face lit up with joy. "Guys, this is going to be awesome. We are going to have such a fun time!"
He hands them each a box. "I made you guys aprons."
"What? When?"
"Dude, see, he planned this!" Reggie points at him as if Teddy just revealed he shot the President.
Teddy smiles slyly. He just wanted to not play football or go boxing for once. The amount of times he has gotten knocked out with the boxing bag is not even funny anymore.
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Reggie makes a face as he takes a lick from his wooden spoon. "Why is it sweet?"
Maddox rolls his eyes, holding up the plastic container from Reggie's work station. "Because you dumped a bunch of sugar in there, genius."
Reggie rolls his eyes with a big groan. "I told you I barely know how to cook an egg."
"That's pretty sad, man. You should at least know how to make pasta."
Reggie drops his head onto the bench. "I'm done. I'm going home."
"Noooo!" Teddy pouts. "We're almost done buddy. You can have some of my sauce. I made more cause I knew one of you would mess up."
"Hey! I've been doing pretty damn well," Maddox demands.
"Chef Harlow, you're pasta is on fire!" the teacher admonishes in a panicked voice.
Maddox's eyes widen. "Oh shit!"
Teddy takes some baking powder from his cabinet and dumps it into the pot. He turns to Maddox, who is smiling akwardly at him.
"I made an extra batch of noodles too."
#oc: teddy green#v's oc: maddox harlow#ch: reggie mantle#answered#the bois are cooking#and only one of them can do it non-lethally
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PAINTING GREYS (coming soon)
❝𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅; 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆
𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎.
𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚?❞
(- a.m. // persephone's return)
MAVIS MARKOV AND REGINALD MANTLE was a story known by all in the small town of Riverdale. Having grown up just across the street from one another, Mavis and Reggie had been tightly knit since the two could walk, and as they aged it only became more prevalent how important they were to one another.
At the ripened age of fourteen, fresh into high school, Reggie and Mavis had taken a tangle in Cheryl Blossom's closet of all things promiscuous, and from there their stories became permanently entangled. Where Reggie was assertive, Mavis was more reserved, however Reggie's insecurities shone brightly in the eyes of his father, and it was there that Mavis was the epitome of all things indifference. Parental pressure was not something that Mavis knew well, and so when Reggie was frustrated with the never-ending judgement of his parents, Mavis didn't know how to console him. And, when Mavis grew irritable and veered off the cliff of all things anxiety, Reggie thought she was just being a bitch. Thus begun the ongoing cycle of are they - aren't they.
Mavis Markov and Reginald Mantle had been batting at the dating game for nearly two years now, and every time it seemed to be going so blissfully right, in a moment it was all sent tumbling to the ground. And now? Now, they're so far past okay that Mavis isn't sure if she can forgive him.
#type: mine#type: gifset#oc: mavis#fic: painting greys#ch: reggie mantle#reggie mantle#reggie mantle fanfic#riverdale fanfiction#fyeahriverdale#fyeahriverdaleocs#riverdale#allaboutocs#toalltheocsivelovedbefore#**ocs#ocappreciation#medalion rahimi#p: medalion rahimi#**pb
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Fake social media au: Reggie and reader in a relationship that started off as a friendship
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Jughead #16
#comicedit#jugheadedit#jughead#archie comics#jughead jones#c: jughead#p: archie#ch: jughead jones#ch: archie andrews#ch: reggie mantle#ch: sabrina spellman#ch: josie mccoy#ch: melody valentine#ch: valerie smith#*#original: comicedit#by: mina
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the forbidden fruit pt. two
the forbidden fruit
PART TWO: the downfall
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start from the beginning
THE DOWNFALL
The first months after Hades learned of The Prophecy, he swore that he would be content being the ruler of his own dominion. He knew the consequences and the privileges that come with ruling over a kingdom of your own, even if it is full of dead people. He swore he would be grateful to his brothers for the gift they’d given him. After all, it’s not every millennia that you get your own dominion.
“My apologies, little brother,” Zeus helps his youngest brother sit up when he comes to.
When Hades can see again, he holds his brother by the bicep to steady himself. He blinks slowly, eyes bleary as he gazes around, “Zeus, where are we?”
“The Depths,” Poseidon answers on behalf of the eldest. He swallows thickly, across at his two brothers, “We brought you here for your own safety, Sweet Pea.”
“You know how much I hate that,” Hades pushes himself away from his brothers. He swipes at the ash and dust on his tunic to busy his hands and then kicks his boots against the ground. “What do you mean ‘for my safety’? Am I not safe on Olympus, with the two of you by my side? None of this makes sense.”
“No, brother, you are far from safe.” Zeus crosses his arms over his chest and looks his youngest brother in the eyes, “There has been a horrible prophecy foretelling your downfall. We have brought you here to keep you safe. Only those whom you permit to pass are allowed in.”
“Brother-Mantle, what is going on? I-I want to go home.”
“I know, Sweet Pea,” Mantle puts his hands on his brother’s cheeks and tries to hide his own fear. He swallows, his throat bobbing, “But this is your home now. You can make it your own – do whatever you like with it! Rule it with an iron fist, make those who would come across you into your subjects. It’s a beautiful gift.”
Sweet Pea angles his head towards him with tears in his eyes and the eldest brother feels the knife in his chest turn just enough to hurt. It is not every day that you banish your brother to the Underworld. Mantle wraps his brother in a hug and pats him on the back, reassuring him with gentle whispers in his ears, no matter how false they may be.
It did take time to get used to living by himself, guarding the wayward souls and keeping the Underworld safe from outsiders. Charon watches The River, and The Guardians are his second-in-command. The Judgers send the souls to their respective fields, leaving Sweet Pea with little to actually do. Roaming the Underworld is tiresome and boring after a few repetitive years, and there’s only so many times you can play chess with yourself.
There once was a time when Sweet Pea would visit the other realms, Olympus and Earth alike, but those days have long since passed.
“Brothers and Sisters!” he shouts as he pushes his way up the stairway to Olympus. He chuckles, out of breath, “I know it has been a few years, but I-ow!”
Sweet Pea’s body flies backward, knocking the breath from his lungs when he lands. He rolls over, cradling his throbbing abdomen. It is only when he glances up at just the right moment does he notice the shimmering field protecting Olympus from Outsiders.
“Zeus?” he shouts in panic. “Poseidon! Aphrodite?!”
Anxiety overwhelms Sweet Pea’s body and he brushes his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. The sweat glitters on his brow as his forehead crinkles in confusion. He attempts to make sense of it all – why would the shield bar him from Olympus? From his family?
The shield only comes on when there are intruders, those banished from Mount Olympus.
Sweet Pea wonders, theorizes, that he has been labeled as exiled, unable to return to the Heavens because his name is on The List of The Forbidden. To test his theory, he boldly reaches out with one palm and swats where the field is glimmering. His palm stings as it snaps back to his body, pulsing.
It makes no sense that he would be barred from Olympus. He has not completed any of the Abhorred Acts; he has done nothing to warrant exile. Sweet Pea begins to rack his brain to try and understand what might explain why he has been banished from Olympus. Exiled.
‘The Prophecy,’ Hades remembers. He ducks his head and forces himself away from the steps that would usually take him home, take him to his family, and instead he walks down to The Surface. ‘Mantle is protecting me from The Prophecy.’
The Surface is just as haphazard as it was the last time he visited. There are humans lying on the edges of the roads, their bones showing through gaunt faces as they beg for spare coins with an empty bowl.
Sweet Pea reaches to hand him a drachma, but the skinny man withdraws his cup and scatters like a rat. The young god tilts his head in confusion but puts his coin back in his purse and continues his exploration of The Surface.
It seems that every time he shows his face to a mortal, they are quick to run away from him, or they begin to form groups and he can hear their whispers as he passes by. The weight of the world sits on his shoulders as he makes his way through the marketplace of The Surface. He has never felt this sense of dread hanging between his brows before. As if it were palpable, but just barely out of his reach.
“E-Excuse me,” a small voice pipes up from his side. Sweet Pea turns to look at the young woman dressed in little-to-nothing who is currently draping herself over his arm. He smirks and leans his body down to meet her halfway, “Yes?”
“I-uh, I need a favor,” she drops him a wink.
He nods in response and she bites her lip, “Well, you see, Lord Hades, I-I have someone who needs to be taken care of. And I’ve heard you do that sort of thing – could you help me?”
Sweet Pea narrows his eyes and disentangles himself from the harlot, “Excuse me, woman?”
“I-I’m sorry, my lord,” she ducks her head, “I was told that you were the Lord of the Dead, I-I thought you could assist me in my-”
“I am not a killer,” he seethes, snatching her by the arm. She cowers in fear and he watches as her pupils envelope her blue irises. He can smell the fear taking over her body and so he lets her go with a quick thrust of his wrist.
“Do you not know that it is against the law of the gods to directly murder a mortal?” he asks her indignantly. She whimpers before turning on her heels and running off to hide behind a street corner.
Sweet Pea scoffs, rolling his eyes as he makes his way further into the marketplace. The eyes boring into him from all angles makes it even more difficult to walk in a straight line. He can smell their fear – it is palpable in the air and it sticks to his nostrils as he breathes it in. The stench of their fright courses through his airways and pushes his hair upward at the follicle.
Finally, he can bear it no longer and he turns on the mortals, growing three times in size to better reach them all. His figure towers over them and they cower in fear.
“Is that how you see me, mortals?!” Hades’ voice bellows. He looks down at the people, his arms held out in vulnerability. “You see me as some almighty executioner?”
As to be expected, none of them answer and he is left with mere silence.
“If that is how you wish to be, then so be it.”
Hades waves his arms, dark smoke twirling around his body as he reduces himself back to his human-size. The onlookers grow in numbers as the smoke spins like a tornado, picking up nearby carts and merchandise. The mortals hold on tightly to the nearest object to avoid being swept up into his deathly cyclone. Then, after another moment, the smoke slowly dissipates into nothingness, only a shadowy figure standing in its place.
And then their worst nightmares are realized.
Screams echo from the crowd, piercing cries splitting lips as fingernails are digging at their eyes. Hades crosses his arms over his chest as he looks into the fearful minds of those around him. If the fear was not palpable before, it is now. The emotions coat him like a blanket, searing into his skin as he looks at them panicked before him.
The man in front of him sees a terrifying beast foaming at the mouth, it’s skin burning into flakes as it’s white eyes glare deep into his soul. A woman to his right sees a tall figure with blue skin and burning hair, worms crawling from his teeth and snakes slithering around his arms like bracelets. A young child sees a black shadow with white fangs, a golden crown seated atop his head – a true prince of darkness.
“There you go,” he whispers in defeat, his head hanging. Despite the chaos, he pushes through the crowd and marches back to the entrance of Hades. Sweet Pea loads into his chariot, his beautiful black stallions bucking at his arrival. He pats their backs and settles into his seat, the reigns between his fingers.
“Let’s go home,” Sweet Pea murmurs as he slaps the reigns.
The horses thunder down the road until the ground splits open and swallows them back into The Depths.
Now the god of the Underworld sits on his throne built from ash and obsidian, and he looks down at the dominion he’s been given charge of. The River flows through, dark and dangerous, as Charon floats his passengers to their respective dwellings. The Guardians – Grief, Anxiety, Diseases, Old Age, Fear, Hunger, Need, Death, Agony, and Sleep – hold steady at the entrance to Hades.
Even though he has this entire domain to rule as he pleases, and minions to order into submission, Hades is lonely.
Sweet Pea spends his time reminiscing on his life from Olympus – and it seems so far away now. It feels like it was eons ago that he, Zeus, and Poseidon would wander through the clouds and banter with one another; that he would feel Aphrodite’s touch upon his cheeks as her warm skin radiated against his own.
Instead, it was eons ago that he was confined to The Depths. Even though it was for his own survival, his own safety, Hades cannot come to terms with the exile. He is falling down a hole from which he fears he can never claw out of.
Hades stands from his black throne and walks down the pile of bones to the path that leads to Nowhere and Everywhere all at once. His sandals trudge through the ash of those long past, kicking their remains into the air only for them to settle once again.
The path takes him through a winding hall, built to the top out of the bones of the mortals who now reside in Hades. Truth be told, he is no longer sure of where this place begins and he ends. He caresses the wall, looking up into the soulless eyes of someone who once had a life and a purpose, something to live for.
“There is no purpose here,” he echoes somberly as he opens the door to The Forbidden Chamber.
When Zeus and Poseidon locked him away in The Depths, they told him of this chamber. They told him of it’s great power, and how he was to never allow another soul to enter it, for inside The Forbidden Chamber was The Forbidden Fruit. There are none who know of its full potential, of its full power, but Zeus did warn him that if there was to be a soul who ate from it, they might be trapped in The Depths for eternity, and whatever follows after.
The door gives way to the warmest room in The Depths. There is light here, and Hades believes that it is all because there is a soul living in The Forbidden Fruit. He swears he hears its heartbeat the closer he steps towards to The Fruit.
He recalls when his brothers first brought him down to this room; he remembers walking these halls with them as they warned him of the treacherous fruit that resided there.
“The one who eats of the fruit will be doomed to this place forever, Sweet Pea,” Poseidon warns as they break through the doors. “The number of seeds you ingest is the number of months per annual cycle you are beholden to this world. Those who want you in danger or out of their way will try to use it to poison you, to force you to eat of the fruit. This is precisely why you must never tell another of this place. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Jughead,” Hades uses the name like a weapon. He cuts his eyes at his brother, “I think I understand.”
Poseidon rolls his eyes, scoffing, “I swear, I get my head stuck in a wine jug at one festival, and the two of you can’t-”
“At least it isn’t Sweet Pea,” Hades argues, crossing his arms over his chest. He takes a look at the fruit and becomes somber at a memory of the origin of his name. “I couldn’t help it that I loved those flowers, they reminded me of Mother.”
Sweet Pea brushes his hand over the glass that contains the powerful fruit, a seemingly innocent object that could be his very undoing. Should anyone find it, should anyone understand of its power, they could chain him here forever.
A many years later, after Hades has seen countless souls pass through The River, the loneliness that began to plague him has yet to subside. There have been attempts to take The Underworld from him, but he has quelled them with the slashing of his sword and the flick of his fingertips, unleashing his dark magic on those who would oppose him. He enjoys the game, the bloodshed, and he does not fear for he has kept The Fruit hidden.
“We need a new protector,” he thinks to himself as The Guardians clean up the wreckage from a recent attempt to break a demigod from the pits of Tartarus. Hades walks around the planes of the Underworld, dragging his boots through the caked ash as he ponders.
He smirks before waving his hands through the air, contorting his fingers in all directions as incantations fall from his full lips. A dark being materializes from nothing, starting as a shadow and turning into something else. Hades pulls on thin air, teeth and hair and blood emerging from a tiny shadow wavering in thin air. Dragging his arms further and further apart, Hades creates what will soon be known to the mortals and gods alike as Cerberus, the Three-Headed Protector of the Underworld.
“C’mere boy,” he climbs onto the back of the middle head, scratching the dog behind his ear. “Let us show them what we are made of.”
Even still, as he and Cerberus wreak havoc on The Surface, it is not enough. The carnage and the retribution are not enough. Cerberus is an animal, incapable of speech no matter how much feeling he reciprocates with the looks in his eyes. Hades loves the beast, but he does not satiate the void for kinship, even if the animal can quench his bloodlust.
Years following the birth of Cerberus, Hades wanders the earth in search of a companion. He cannot find another who reciprocates his diplomatic sense coupled with the need for chaos and vengeance, but in his search, he does find a serpent at his feet.
He knows the animal is hated, feared, all for no reason other than its defensive mechanisms. He picks up the animal by its throat and stares into its eyes. Upon seeing into the void, he smirks and drags the animal back to the Underworld with him, strangling it in the process.
Hades buries the dead animal in the dirt beside The River and takes a deep breath, digging his hands into the soil. His eyes roll back in his head and a soft spell falls from his lips as he imbues the ground with the body of the snake, and the blood of his magic.
“Rise,” he speaks finally, his eyes opening to see a group of dark spirits in front of him, growing by the minute.
They smile in unison, revealing fangs and black eyes, “Yes, Maker. How may we be of service?”
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Hades allows the demons to roam the earth confined in their natural form, that of a serpent. When they return to The Depths, they are free to walk as human-like creatures, with bodies that can be either male or female.
“Why did you pick a serpent?” his favorite of the demons asks one day.
“Fangs,” Hades smiles and extends a hand to his friend’s face, the skin cold and scaly to the touch, “Serpents are hated on The Surface. They are avoided like a plague, treated as monsters. I saw them and I sympathized with them. And so, the one begat many.”
“And the many is us,” another female serpent raises her voice. She crosses her arms over her chest and flicks her tongue out before approaching Hades on his obsidian throne which burns endlessly, “Right, Maker?”
“Correct, Topaz.” Hades confirms with a sly grin. “And I allowed you to choose your own names because I believe in freedom. That is also why you are allowed to roam The Surface in your serpent form.”
Hades runs his fingers over his neck, which brings Fangs and Topaz’s attention to his skin where an image of a continuous serpent is burned into his flesh.
“That is where our essence resides, is it not?” she asks, unsure if she wishes to know the true answer.
Her Maker nods, a somber look in his eyes, “With every curse, every magic act, one must pay a price. When I created you, I lost a part of myself, the symbol of your existence stitched onto my skin for eternity.”
And so, the serpents and their Maker reside in peaceful amnesty. They grow close, forming bonds that will last more than lifetimes of the mortals who live above them. They tell him what has become of the earth, for as more time passes, Hades retreats further away from civilization and society.
Despite his newfound family, Sweet Pea grows bitter as the years pass. His family, his blood, do not visit, they do not call out to him. The mortals become increasingly defamatory of his name, blaming the Prince of Darkness, the Lord of the Underworld, for their loved ones’ deaths. They blame him for the wrongs of the world, the sins that they refuse to atone for.
And if they are not blaming him, they are praying to him. He hears pleas echoed with bloodlust and trickery. The only prayers that come to his ears are that of murder and wrong doing.
“Do they forget that I am also the god of invisibility, the god of riches?!” Hades slams his fists into his throne, cracking it. The divine properties of the throne allow it to repair itself before Hades even takes another breath.
He seethes through his teeth, “I am not a mercenary to further their cause. Do these incompetent mortals not understand that a god cannot directly kill a human? Do they not know of the law?”
Eventually, Hades makes the decision to curse his own ears so he can no longer hear the greedy human’s prayers. He removes himself from his temples, refusing to listen to their cries of death and mischievousness.
Their evil thoughts plague him no longer, and he refuses to admit that he sometimes misses the idle chatter of the insolent beings of The Surface.
The demigods visit him to try and trick him into releasing the objects of their quests from the pits of Tartarus. Every time, he gives them the option to turn around, to keep from crossing him, and yet every time, they choose to swing their blade.
The serpents notice the callouses growing on their Maker. He is becoming cruel, increasingly judgmental as he throws souls into the Fields of Asphodel, cursed to wander there. They fear for their own existence, for if their Maker cannot satiate his lust for injustice with the mortals of The Surface, what is to stop him from taking out his hatred on them?
There is a day, a long while after Hades begins to set like concrete, where his façade falters and he smiles for the first time in decades. Topaz notices it first, and she alerts Fangs. They watch together as a grin turns his lips skyward as he sits idly on his throne, a musical instrument in his hands.
“I do not understand,” Fangs whispers, his lisp catching the word. He looks up to his female counterpart and blinks, “I-Is everything okay?”
She nods, sneaking a glance at their Maker. Topaz swallows and reaches out to cup Fangs’ cheek, “Something is changing.”
A few months pass before it happens again. Hades is feeding Cerberus when Joaquin, another serpent with brown skin and blue eyes, notices the slightest of upturns of his Maker’s lips.
Immediately, he confides in his serpent family, whispering in their ears about how he’s never seen Maker’s teeth unless he was shouting at a wayward soul.
“I believe that Aphrodite has been visiting,” the tallest of the Serpents speaks with a smirk. Topaz waves her hand, “Regardless of who is visiting, it is none of our business to meddle with The Maker. Let him have his happiness.”
And so, the Serpents leave well enough alone. It is only when Hades has smiled for the third time that Topaz begins to question things. She has been by his side most days, also accompanied by Fangs, and so she knows there is no way a goddess could be slipping into his bed.
“We need to go to the surface,” Topaz whispers to Fangs one night after the other Serpents have slithered into their bed holes. “There must be an enchantress trying to lull him into some sense of calm before she lays claim to the throne of Hades.”
Fangs takes a deep breath before nodding, “I’m right behind you, my friend. Lead the way.”
The ground opens up near the Statue of Hades, and the two serpents slither out from it. They disentangle themselves from one another and move around from the back of the statue, surveying their surroundings.
In the distance, they see a small girl picking flowers, but she is the only human presence they can sense for miles. Even so, Topaz leads Fangs further into The Surface, and together they search for any potential threats to their Maker.
It takes hours, but the only mention of Hades from the mortals is that in passing, mentions of how to accuse the god of the underworld for their misfortunes. They finally return to the underworld, both agreeing not to speak a word of the possible threat to neither their Serpent family or to their Maker.
There is a lapse in time where the Serpents can feel their Maker’s temper begin to flare again. He has returned to his calloused ways, his judgment swift and the punishment unfair. For a fleeting moment, Topaz and Fangs wish the threat would return even if just so they can be reprieved from their Maker’s unkind behavior.
The moment is fleeting, but the Maker is taking a trip down The River when Topaz sees the warmth of a smile spread over his cheeks, his eyes averted to the bottom of the boat as he soaks in the feeling. She wonders if he even knows that his expression betrays him, but there isn’t time to ponder over such things.
“Surface. Now.” Topaz orders to Fangs.
They slip between the crevice in the ground, slithering to the front of the statue. They wander through the temple, searching for any signs of danger. To their surprise, they are met with a womanly figure, her hair braided away from her face and a plethora of flowers in her dark hair.
“Sweet peas,” Topaz speaks to Fangs in a language only they can hear. “Look familiar?”
Fangs glances up at the girl aging into a woman and he is sure that she is just as familiar as the flower. It has been years since their last trip to the surface, but he distinctly remembers the backside of a young woman fading into the smoke.
The backside of his tail flicks to hit Topaz, “She is the girl.”
Topaz turns to look him in the eye, her tongue flicking out from between her fangs. She cocks her head in questioning, but he merely gestures with a glance to the young woman sitting in the temple, singing a familiar song.
The song was written when Hades cut himself off from the world, disallowing humans to speak to him directly through prayer. Lyrics speak of death and dismay and she sings them with a smile on her face while twirling a sweet pea stalk in between her fingers.
“Oh!”
Topaz and Fangs expect her to try and stomp on them, to snap them at their necks. But what she does next surprises them.
“Why hello there, little ones,” she smiles with bright gray eyes. “Are you lost?”
Fangs turns to his serpent friend and then back to the human in front of them, completely dumbfounded. Hades had told them that serpents were cursed on The Surface, that humans detested them.
“Oh don’t worry,” the young woman reaches down to touch the tops of their heads with just the pads of her fingers. “I won’t hurt you. You’re too pretty.”
Later, when Topaz and Fangs return to the underworld, they still feel her warm touch bleeding from the crowns of their heads to the bottoms of their feet.
Fangs shakes his head, “There’s no way. The Maker cannot hear prayers. She wasn’t praying, she was just-existing. How is this-”
“Coincidence,” Topaz interrupts him. She shakes her head, “It is merely coincidence. Nothing more.”
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It takes years for The Maker to smile again like he used to. In the midst of the time between his last smile and his next, Topaz and Fangs scour The Surface to find the source of the warmth. They visit every spellbound place, every spot on The Surface that is imbued with magic. Their search always has them return emptyhanded, no less confused than they were when they began.
This time, his smiles are consistent. It is twelve days in a row with the soft expression on his face before Topaz pushes her way back to The Surface again.
She sits, waiting for the next day that someone will grace the Statue of Hades.
It is another three days before a woman with dark hair and grey eyes returns to the statue.
“Oh hi, little one,” she reaches down and pats Topaz on the top of her head ever so gently. She grins, “I have missed you and your friend these past weeks. Do you wish to stay with me while I talk to him?”
Topaz flicks her tongue as she considers the young woman’s words. She smiles with bright white teeth, sharp at the edges, and sits down on the temple floor, “He is the only one who understands me, little one. Sweets and I are the same.”
And suddenly it all makes sense.
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a/n: i hope you guys liked meeting hades!pea - he is a treasure to write! i’ve decided i’m going to post a new part every friday around this time in the evening :) so be looking out for part three next week! and in the meantime, let me know your thoughts on the current parts that have been posted!
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by riverdalenerdlol
“Are you going to keep asking me redundant questions about my resume?” Betty snapped.
Jughead shut his mouth, reviewing all of the other items on the sheet of paper.
He reached one line and Betty watched his eyes dart over the words in front of him a few times before he looked up in awe. She knew exactly what he was reading and she hoped that he wouldn’t say the words.
“Military Order of the Purple Heart,” he said.
Images flashed through her head in rapid succession.
Red hair.
"We’re going down. I repeat, we’re going down."
Impact.
Trying and failing to move.
Then nothing.
Waking up in a hospital.
“Elizabeth?” Jughead asked cautiously. Betty snapped out of her trance. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”
“Fine,” she said shortly, clearing her throat. “Yes, I have the Purple Heart.”
Words: 9235, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death
Categories: F/M
Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Archie Andrews, Reggie Mantle, Franklin Lodge-Mantle (OC), Toni Topaz, Mary Andrews, a referenced therapist, A few OCs
Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge/Reggie Mantle (minor), Veronica Lodge/Archie Andrews (minor), Betty Cooper & Archie Andrews
Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Chemical Hearts-inspired, Character Death, United States Army - Freeform, Betty is a United States Army vet, with a traumatic past, and a Purple Heart, Jughead owns the Riverdale Register, this is quite the sad fic, Betty and Archie are best friends, so are Betty and Veronica, Veronica and Archie dated in high school but she eventually married Reggie and had a kid with him, Franklin is a sweetheart, this might have a sequel, idk about that yet, post-military au, this is honestly the most depressing fic I've written, It's Chemical Hearts-esque, if you like CH you'll probably like this, Referenced Smut
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Baby, I Call Hell (Reggie Mantle x OFC x Sweet Pea) Ch. 1
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The reason why I started this
I rush to my bedroom and pull out a couple overnight bags and just start shoving clothing into them; not even worrying about folding them or anything. I quickly toss my makeup and hair products in another bag before grabbing my tampon box full of cash; cash I saved for a moment just like this. I shove the cash into my purse before grabbing my bags and car keys.
Just as I’m walking to the door, it swings open revealing Darren, my boyfriend. His green eyes darken when he sees the bags I’m carrying. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He growls. “You’re seriously going to run away...again? Didn’t you learn from last time that there are no places you can run where I won’t be able to find you.” He closes the space between us and roughly grabs me by the hair, holding my head in place. “Do you seriously want to do this?”
I stomp on his foot before kneeing him in the groin. I watch as he drops to the ground. “There is no place you’ll never find me. And dealing with my demons is a hell of a lot better than dying by your hand.” I knee his face before rushing out of the apartment and straight to the car waiting outside for me.
I get to the car and see my childhood best friend, Jughead Jones, sitting there with the trunk open; waiting for me. I toss my shit in his trunk before walking over to my car. “Are you sure you want to do this, Toby?”
“He can never find me.” I sigh. “If I want to start anew, I’ve got to make sure no one is trying to find me.”
“Why call me?” He asks. “We haven’t seen each other since graduation and you’ve stopped answering my calls and texts the moment you met that asshole.” He points to the apartment. “So again, why me?”
“You faked your own death.” I shrug. “And I figured a great mystery writer such as yourself can help a girl disappear if she really wanted to. Think of this as inspiration for your own Gone Girl story.”
“You swore after graduation you’d never step foot in Riverdale again.” He points out. “What changed?”
“That’s the last place anyone will ever look for me.” I sigh. “As much as I hate to admit it, it’s time to go home.”
Jughead sighs. “Let’s ditch your car in the desert and get the fuck out of dodge before your boyfriend wakes up and realizes what’s going on.” I shoot Jughead a smile before getting into my car and starting it for the final time…
“Welcome to Riverdale. The Town with Pep.” Jughead chuckles as we pass the Welcome sign in the wee hours of the morning “Excited to be back. It’s been what, four years since you stepped foot in town?”
“So excited.” I roll my eyes as my words drip with sarcasm. “Mom Lily and Lacey are happy though. Dad? Not so much.”
“Are you staying with your parents? Or crashing at Lacey’s? Because I need to know where I’m dropping you off at.”
“Lacey’s.” I reply. “My Dad isn’t going to let me stay under his roof ever again.”
“What happened between you two?” He asks. “Things changed even before graduation. Things shifted after I got accepted to Stonewall.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I brush him off. “It’s none of your concern, Jones. My father is just a bitter old man, nothing more.”
“Who else knows your back?”
“Just you and the fam and Veronica and she only knows because I asked for a job at the diner and speakeasy. Not like any of our friends actually stayed in Riverdale and if they did not many would care if I came back.”
“You’d be surprised.” He chuckles as he pulls up to my sister’s picturesque house. “Does Lacey seriously live in a house with a white picket fence? She’s practically Satan.” I chuckle as he kills the engine before turning towards me. “You sure about this? About everything?”
“Nope but it’s too late to go back now.” A humorless chuckle escapes my lips. “Thanks for coming to my rescue. You’ve bailed me out of trouble far too many times.”
“Once a Serpent always a Serpent.” He smiles before leaning over the console and pulls me into a hug. “I wish you would have called sooner. I have a bad feeling about this whole faking your death thing.”
“I just need him to think I’m dead or just disappeared.” I sigh as I pull away. “I know I should have walked away sooner. But I was trying so hard to do things on my own without you, the Serpents and my mom bailing me out. And Darren wasn’t so bad in the beginning.”
“The next guy that you date better treat you like a damn queen or his body won’t be found.” Jughead threatens, causing me to laugh.
“I missed you, Jones. I missed this.”
“Keep in touch this time, okay?”
“You know exactly where I’ll be.” I tell him. “Thanks again for doing everything. You seriously saved my life.”
“Get in that house and get some sleep. Say hello to Satan for me, will you?” I just laugh as he pops his trunk and I get out of the car. I gather my things and take a deep breath before staring at the Barbie Dream Home before me. It’s now or never. It’s time to start anew in the town I hate the most...
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RavenEmpress Masterlist
Started:5/10/2020
lasted updated:7/20/2020
Riverdale/Southside Serpents
moodboard
Fangs fogarty
Sweet pea
Reggie mantle
Hiram lodge
Archie Andrews
Veronica Lodge
Bret Walis
Au/Headcannon
Fangs fogarty
Rainy days
Adding A New Addition to the family
Sweet pea
Adding A New Addition to the family
Reggie mantle
Hiram lodge
Archie Andrews
Veronica Lodge
Bret Walis
smut
Fangs fogarty
South side Poison
Sweet pea
Sweet pea part 2
Knife me
Reggie mantle
Hiram lodge:
Fellowship With the Lodge
Archie Andrews
Veronica Lodge
Bret Walis
angst
Fangs fogarty: coming next week
Sweet pea; coming Next week
Reggie mantle: coming soon
Hiram lodge: Fellowship with the lodge*Requested*
Archie Andrews
Veronica Lodge
Bret Walis
fluff
Fangs fogarty: coming soon
Sweet pea: coming soon
Reggie mantle: Coming soon
Hiram lodge: Coming next week
Archie Andrews
Veronica Lodge
Bret Walis
Requested
Archie Andrews
Veronica Lodge
request 1
Bret Wallis
1. His Friends
Sweet pea
1. Virgin Sweet pea
Black panther
moodboard
T’challa
Erik Killmonger
au
T’challa
Erik Killmonger
smut
T’challa
Erik Killmonger
angst
T’challa
Erik Killmonger
fluff
T’challa
Erik Killmonger
Marvel
moodboard
au
smut
angst
fluff
Legends of tomorrow
Dionysus
Revolution Of Madness
CH. 1
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laughter + teddy
Teddy Green loved laughter. Loved hearing it from his family and friends. He knew exactly when they were faking it and when it was genuine, that was how well he had listened to them over the years.
Teddy loved telling jokes, doing dumb stunts, pulling funny faces - anything to make someone laugh and brighten their days. In the last couple of years before graduation, things hadn't exactly been great. People in Riverdale kept dying, being beaten, robbed. Hiram Lodge worked like the Devil to raze the town to the ground. Betty had cheated on him with Archie.
For the first time in his life, Teddy didn't feel like laughing. Didn't feel like there was anything that would ever cheer him up. There was nothing, no one, who could make him feel better. And Teddy didn't like feeling like that.
He was still staring Betty's instagram account. There hadn't been many new posts, she was too busy dealing with her brother. He was staring at old photos of her. She had deleted the ones of them together. She had moved on so fast. Teddy hadn't expected that. He thought they had something special. Two years down the drain just like that.
Teddy sighed, exiting the app and putting his phone on the nightstand. He dropped back into his bed. He hadn't talked to anyone in weeks. He knew people were getting worried so he'd sporatically send out texts - sometimes a short voice message. He'd go downstairs to get some food, avoiding his mom and sister in the process.
Truth be told Teddy didn't want to hear them slander Betty anymore. He didn't bear any resenment towards her. He bore resentment towards the things she had done. Things that had blown up their relationship. He also didn't need to hear Dot swear she'd kick Betty's ass or Kippi calling her a whore.
He just needed quiet. Peace and quiet. And something, anything, to make him feel happy again. It was no surprise then, that when Maddox and Reggie called, telling him to get his ass out of his house, he actually listened.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Teddy 'Can't Pick Up The Phone' Green. Where the hell have you been?" Maddox asked, throwing his arms up.
"Bawling into my pillow. Stalking my exe's insta," Teddy admitted instantly. He didn't feel like being witty.
Reggie scrunched his face up in disgust. "Dear God, Teddy, don't admit that to anyone when we go out."
Teddy knitted his eyebrows together. "What?"
"Yeah, buddy. We're taking you out," Maddox chimed in.
Teddy sighed. "Don't," Maddox warned. "I don't want to hear it. Betty betrayed you. It's been weeks and we're about to graduate soon. You need to get over it. And that won't happen with you moping around. So we're going."
"She could be there. Wherever we're going."
"We're going out to Centerville, dude," Reggie assured him.
Teddy crossed his arms in front of his chest. "For real?"
The boys nodded. "To the carnival," Maddox said.
"Guys night," Reggie added.
Teddy contemplated it for a second. At this point anything would be better than moping in his room. He nodded. "Okay, let's go then."
He walked up to them. Reggie put his hand on his chest, shoving him back slightly. "Woah, woah, woah, dude. You need to shower first. Put on some fresh clothes."
"Yeah, Ted, you reek," Maddox added with a smirk.
For the first time in weeks Teddy broke out into a fit of laughter. "Ya'll aren't supposed to be mean to me. I'm in a fragile state."
"Get your ass into the shower already. We'll raid your fridge in the meantime."
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#ocappreciation#riverdale#riverdale oc#riverdale original character#oc: teddy green#v's oc: maddox harlow#ch: reggie mantle
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RIVERDALE
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* - smut
Sweet Pea
* Hit Me Baby One More Time
You Saved Me
Bad At Love
* You Hurt Me
* Exploring
Fangs Fogarty
* Tease
*Just What Friends Do
*Truth or Dare
Jughead Jones
coming soon
Archie Andrews
coming soon
Reggie Mantle
coming soon
Kevin Keller
*Wrong
Marvel Universe
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The Multi-Verse and Spider-Girl
Intro CH. 1
Criminal Minds
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Dr. Spencer Reid
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Damon Salvatore
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Stefan Salvatore
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Kai Parker
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Jeremy Gilbert
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Katherine Pierce
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Tyler Lockwood
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Welcome to the second OC EXTRAVAGANZA SATURDAY!!!
Thank you so much to everyone who shared and was featured in the first one!!
Every Saturday, the five ocs that are submitted/I pick are made into a banner and given lots of love!!!
OCs:
Drea Lynn Jones created by @thecaptainsgingersnap
Character Introduction
Playlist
Fics: Cinderella , pop the question , art fic
Asks
Drea is a mama bear with a snarky side and she’s great fun! Go give her some love!!
Gabriella Rush created by @purple-and-red-ribbons
We were Merely Freshmen (fic rec!)(here’s the link to ch 1 on tumblr)
Not Like That
I’m Trying
We Shouldn’t Do This
The War at Home Fic (can be found under ‘fic: the war at home’ tag on tumblr)
Gabby x Jason
Oc month: southside!archabby northside!archabby
Cruel Intentions (Jason Blossom x Gabby)
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I highly recommend taking some time to scroll through the oc:Gabriella Rush tag on their page bc it has many many more things there and are all a fantastic read!
Gabriella is an extremely likable character and she has just the right amount of snark. You’ll fall in love with her instantly! So go show her some love!!!
Mabel Harlow created by @vannahsunshine
Character Introduction
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Mabel is one of my favorite OCs that I’ve encountered! She’s such a breath of fresh air and got a lot of spunk! She’s cute and adorable and happy and just wholesome. (Also her relationship with Reggie made me love him so much). Go give her some love!
Olivia Mantle created by @melton-my-heart
Meet Liv Mantle
Liv and Reggie Growing Up
Sweet Pea and Liv backstory
Liv is sweet and her love for science and space is absolutely adorable! Go give her some love!
Uma Fogarty created by @humangrumpycat
Character Moodboard
Character introduction
The Swosie Project: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Uma Blurb:
‘I always hear such positive stories about you, Mrs. Fogarty,’ Weatherbee comments. ‘I don’t understand the hostility towards me.’
Uma scoffs. ‘You don’t understand?’
Weatherbee nods, gesturing to continue.
‘You don’t understand the hostility towards you,’ Uma starts, placing her hands on the armrests. ‘When you’ve been terrorizing every Southside kid, especially young Serpents, in your school? When some snobby rich kid told you about them “tagging”, and you believed it without any doubt? When you’ve made them wear school uniforms, making them stand out from the rest? Or when my son was almost attacked by some of your students after Midge’s murder when the news came out that he had a fling with her?’
Weatherbee purses his lips, turning to his right to see if the secretaries are listening in before he turns back to Uma.
‘My son was shot,’ she croaks. ‘He was pushed against the lockers, pushed onto the ground, falsely accused of murder, he was offered no protection by the police when he was released, and then someone shot him.’
Weatherbee moves forward, resting his elbows on his desk, opening his mouth to respond as Uma’s wiping her tears from her face.
‘You have no right to lecture me about the way I’m responding to you right now,’ Uma hisses.
‘So please, for the love of God, tell me what consequences you have in mind for Sweet Pea.’
Laurien always creates amazing ocs (and about the same or more than me lol)
Uma is the ultimate mama. She adopts(not literally) p much every kid she encounters that looks like they need a good parent. She’s sweet but she won’t take any shit. Her love for her kids is amazing and she’s just a lovely woman. Go give her some love!
#oc#riverdale oc#riverdale ocs#serpent ocs#ocextravaganzasaturday#mabel harlow#uma fogarty#gabriella rush#liv mantle#drea lynn jones#riverdale
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Hidden Identity Ch. 14 (sneak peak)
AN: I am so sorry guys I thought I would have this done to be posted tonight but I am still working on this chapter bright side is it will be over 2000 words it is a long one but it kind of is wrapping up! Gifs are not mine all mistakes are my own.
“WHERE IS SHE?!”
“Chase?”
Chase whipped around eyes locking on Fangs. “Where is she? Is she okay?” Chase rattled out.
“She’s in surgery we haven’t heard anything.”
“What happened? What idiot shot Malachai's baby sister?”
Fangs gulped looking at Chase. “She was protecting me.”
“What do you mean protecting you!” Chase grabbed Fangs by his open jacket pulling him closer.
“She pushed me out of the way I couldn’t react fast enough. I’m .. I’m sorry Chase”
Chase let go of Fangs and stepped back. “She would pull some shit like this, damn her and her love for people.”
Fangs chuckled. “She’s great.”
Just as Fangs was about to tell Chase where everyone was waiting his eyes went wide as he watched an angry Malachai burst in and push past them.
“This is not going to be good.” Chase muttered running after him, Fangs quickly following.
Fangs and Chase ran into the small waiting room eyes going wide as they watched frozen in place.
Malachai pulled Sweet Pea up from the chair slamming him into the wall. His forearm keeping the tall serpent pinned.
“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HER” Malachai yelled in his face.
“WHAT DID SHE DO TO DESERVE THIS, TO BE LAYING IN SURGERY FIGHTING FOR HER LIFE”
The tears streamed down Sweet Peas face as he stayed pinned unable to fight back. “I… I tried to… I tried to keep her home... she wouldn’t listen… I tried…” Sweet Pea stuttered out.
“I SHOULD END YOU” He continued pressing Sweet Pea into the wall harder.
His words unfreezing Fangs and Chase as they moved quickly to get to the both of them.
Jughead, FP, and Toni walked back in seeing the situation and following Fangs and Chases lead.
“Malachai. This isn’t helping” Chase yelled trying to pull the older ghoulie back.
Finally with the help of the others they had Malachai and Sweet Pea separated. Sweet Pea stayed there not moving. Malachai sank into a chair on the opposite side, taking deep breaths trying to calm down.
“My baby sister is back there... fighting for her life, Why?” He wanted answers.
FP stepped up closer to Chase and Malachai. “She was protecting a serpent”
Malachai scoffed. “Of fucking course she was.”
FP took a breath continuing. “Fangs here got arrested a death of a northside girl being pinned on him, he was being released... we needed people. Sweet Pea asked your sister to stay at his place, but she is stubborn she wanted to go, and he made her promise to stay by his side.” FP paused taking a seat next to Malachai. “It happened so fast, I don’t know how she saw it or sensed it so quickly, but she bolted pushing past Sweet Pea and shoving Fangs out of the way to take the hit herself.”
Malachai sat in silence. Chase had tears streaming down his cheeks. He shouldn’t have let you go. .. this was his fault.
“Did you see who shot her?” Malachai questioned. No one spoke until Sweet Pea cleared his throat, his anger overtaking his fear for his girlfriend.
“Some punk ass northsider. I don’t know what the fuck we… I am doing here when he’s out there” Sweet Pea spat out his first complete sentence in hours. He turned walking down the hallway shoving the doors open and disappearing.
Reggie Mantle was going to pay.
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