#jeronicasecretsanta19

[winterova]

Parallels between Bogart and Bacall

a secret santa gift for @dark-is-my-imagination

#happy holidays and happy new year! #jeronicasecretsanta19 #jeronica #riverdale #my edits

[veronicassadboi]

Perfect Disaster (me and you)

For @mydairjeronica, Happy Christmas, baby!

I’m so glad to be doing this fandom thing with you, you make it all worthwhile. Here’s to another year of rolling around in this abyss with you to the Lemonade album 🖤

Warnings: Smut, legit gang!jughead, gang slanging, beating people up kinda shit - definitely no Christmas vibes.

Now, he stands in the room Veronica says he shouldn’t be in, but the smile that holds malice and traces of her pride in him can be seen even through the weak light of the moon.

He uses that same knife, the one that edged on the thin skin of Penny’s throat, to cut through black lace.

Veronica rides him from on top, holding that same knife too.

With the amount of love he has bursting out of his fucking chest, he wouldn’t even care if she ended him.

She shakes with Jughead’s name spilling from her lips against his. Tasting her very being. There is no end to what he would do for her.

In the aftermath, Jughead lies with Veronica’s arms around him and her face on his back, he lets her soft touch ground him, soaks in every single bit of her, lets her heart set the pace and he breathes in sync with her. Forever in sync, never apart.

He lets the feeling of home centre him, he lets his love try and tell her exactly what she means to him. She was his entire being, and no place will ever be a home when they’re living so far apart.

On the floor was a Ghoulies kutte, a souvenir, because he knows how much she loves gifts.

The next person that does Jughead Jones’ wife wrong will be stripped of more than just a jacket.

People need to cower in fear of what the Serpent King would do for his Queen.

Read here on AO3.

#jeronicasecretsanta19 #jeronica nation #jeronica #vughead

[aubreycasuallyobsesses]

Sweet, Sweet is the Greeting of Eyes pt. 1

Lady Veronica x Forsythe Pendleton Jones III

Summary: It’s 1819 England—two young adults have found a mutual admiration for each other over hours of exchanging words about poetry, literature, science and the arts. The first, Lady Veronica, is wealthy beyond imagination, but so isolated in her country home. The second is Forsythe Pendleton Jones III, an academic who thrived while educating the underprivileged youths of London. The bond they slowly form over time is what they both want and crave...but what did it all mean for their own futures - both together, and singularly.

Notes: Oh my god. This is my first ever actual fic, let alone a regency!au, I hope you like it @kindnessinpain2000 , time got away from me this month, but this was fun to create! I really loved all your requests, but this vibe really stuck in my mind. I think I’ll probably do 1-2 more parts if you love this...Happy Holidays love! Also, I know the title is from a John Keats poem he wrote in a letter in June 1818, to George and Georgiana Keats - which was first published in 1925, but I swear it’s something they’d exchange in this fic, so I’m going with it. 

Warnings: Honestly none, maybe just some major slow burn, and a touch of the typical moody Jughead we know and love.

X

It was 1819 and spring was finally here. As he approached Pembrooke, hired on as a tutor by one of the wealthiest families on this side of Oxford, he couldn’t help but miss the city. The constant change of faces, never-ending booksellers and his students. He taught underprivileged teens and young adults how to read. Watching each come alive while reading his favorite literature was fascinating to him. Leaving London for permanent employment at a country house didn’t spark anything thrilling for him, but the financial security felt like a need due to unforeseen familial issues that recently arose. Little did he know his entire future would be upended soon enough.

Forsythe Pendleton Jones III was an academic who had a way with words. Compared to others of a similar age, he was incredibly well educated. With a swath of floppy dark brown waves, a stare that could pierce one's soul and an air of mystery behind his eyes. Women of all ages noticed him. He was never one for romance, he could be, but no one intrigued him longer than a few minutes. That is until he walked into the entrance hall of the country home. He was greeted by The Lord and Lady Pembrooke and more specifically their only daughter, Lady Veronica.

As the weeks passed and time turned to months, he fell into a simple routine, or as simple as one could get existing within this environment. His mornings consisted of tea, reading alone in the study prior to making his way to the north library for daily education. He tutored Lord Pembrooke’s young nephews from Spain, who now lived in England year-round. Although compared to his typical London pupils, they had been exposed at an early age to some of the best literature, art, music, mathematics, and sciences one could afford. However, just like his former pupils, the boys still had that spark in their eye and an excitement for learning. Most days were spent this way, with evenings in the library, where he often read aloud to the family and distant relatives or friends of the Lord and Lady who spent weekends in the country.

During the seemingly endless evenings immersed in a book, he grew to look forward to Saturdays most. This was when Lady Veronica read to the boys in the afternoons while he prepared the lessons for the following week. Oftentimes he found himself distracted and lost in thought while she took over the study with her voice, which was so unlike him. Where were these thoughts creeping in from, why her of all people, it’s not like he had a chance to ever publicly declare he had these thoughts about her. They were from two very different backgrounds, while he was well off and had some slight social advantages, her father would never allow for their lives to intertwine romantically.

It was after one of these weekend afternoons, while he was lost in a recently published science essay for the boys Monday lessons, that he looked up just as Lady Veronica passed by the desk and softly dropped a small envelope on his never-ending stack of textbooks. After they shared a mutually discreet glance, she was gone from the room. Although he was anxious to rip the parchment open and delve into whatever she had written to him, he slowly collected his papers, books, quills, sure to not forget her mysterious note and with haste escaped to his living quarters in the north wing. Once inside, he settled at his chair near the window to unseal the unassuming note. He was immediately caught by her graceful and quickly scrawled words. It was not known that he had a fondness for the romantic sonnets of the past and present, but more specifically Lord George Byron. How she had known this, he assumed was purely coincidental.

And like music on the waters    Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean’s pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull’d winds seem dreaming:                Meet me in the garden at half-past dusk tomorrow...LV.

Moving from the window to his desk, removing a quill, some parchment and settling in to contemplate how to reply. He needed to write something in such a way that conveyed every thought of her that occupied his mind, without seeming entirely too infatuated or overbearing,  he scrawled down, not his own words, but Percy Bysshe Shelly.

Thy gentle words are drops of balm

  In life’s too bitter bowl;

These choicest blessings I have

       known.

Harriet! If all who long to live

 In the warm sunshine of thine eyes, -F

After sealing the small note, Forsythe needed to find a moment to slip it to her unnoticed. The family resided in the east wing, which he rarely ventured to. It needed to be inconspicuous; however, he could hardly ask her lady’s maid, Elisbeth to hand off the note to her without stirring up whispers among the others. He decided to wait until after their shared family meal, and while he selected a book to read that evening. She routinely wandered the library and would choose favorites for him to read passages from, while Lord and Lady Pembrooke said their goodnights to the boys prior to joining for the evening. Tonight while he handed off a Wordsworth’s An Evening Walk and Descriptive Sketches, to her, they shared a quick glance and brushed fingertips. With his small token of admiration tucked inside the cover.

The night passed excruciatingly too slow for him. The following day, while he enjoyed the time spent delving into their expansive literature collection, he wanted nothing more than to somehow speed time and space up to get through the next day. Although he had a leisurely day of riding with Lord Pembrooke in the northeastern Cotswolds, on which Pembrooke sat with all of its stately, silent power - his mind was consumed entirely by Lady Veronica throughout the afternoon outing. Lord Pembrooke continued to engage in conversation with him throughout the day gone, most of which consisted of him trying to convince Forsythe into participating in his humorous antics with his valet and the young men who rode along. It was a pleasant escape from the normal academic rigors of the last weeks, but he wanted nothing more than for dusk to finally arrive.

With time finally on his side, he made his way out the north side exit to the sweeping gardens south of the home, he couldn’t help but feel a small sliver of anxiety. This is not something he normally did. Secret stolen glances, mysterious garden strolls with a woman of her caliber were just not things Forsythe Pendleton Jones III participated in. But there was something different about Lady Veronica. She was an enigma. Other ladies of a similar age were already well acquainted with love and romance, oftentimes already marrying a gentleman of significant family power and notoriety. Yet, here she was, sharing mutual glances with him over literature. Discussing the works of today’s most influential authors and poets with him in the study throughout the days. How had fate placed her in his path, was this to be a fleeting moment or the start of something more.  

Lost in wandering a section covered in soft moss and wildflowers near the outskirts of the garden, he hadn’t heard her approach. Suddenly she was next to him and he was unable to form a coherent thought to create a sentence. Luckily for him, she took the lead, “Hello Forsythe, I see you have found yourself in my absolute favorite section of my mother’s garden, shall we walk?” She slipped her graceful hand into the nook of his arm and thus began their secret conversations.

As they wandered aimlessly throughout the Pembrooke’s unparalleled garden, they shared slowly about their favorite topics, uncovering what made their minds operate. When each realized, unbeknownst to them, that this was not going to be a singular incident. They were discovering that there was another soul in the universe that related to their own mind, even heart, so closely. Just as they were rounding another corner of the labyrinth they had aimlessly strolled into, thunder was heard above. Soon enough it was a ceaseless rainfall. Removing his tailcoat and draping it over her small frame, they found refuge from the summer storm, in the small garden pavilion.

While waiting for the rain to cease, they sat in comfortable silence. Each reveling in the absolute quiet that always happens during a particularly hard rainfall. While she watched the garden and contained all the words that he too was holding back for fear of breaking the magic spell that fell over them. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander again. To all of the countless times he had admired, not just her mind, but her outward beauty as well. She had dark hair, just a shade darker than his own, nearly the color of a raven’s feathers. With facial features that he saw as almost exotic compared to other women he saw while living in London, yet her face was also so familiar to him. Lost in his own mind yet again, he hadn’t noticed that she glanced over while he leaned back against the pillar of the stone pavilion. With a smirk on her face and a devilish glint in her eye, “Forsythe, dare I say we escape this cold night and make a run for shelter?”

After giving hardly any thought to the inquiry, “Oh, Lady Veronica, I thought you would like to stay here, with me and exist in this freezing realm of silence forever?”

With a laugh and a shake of her raven-haired head, she said, “I should never leave if I didn’t have to Forsythe.” Taking her hand, he whisked her into the storm across the garden, in the direction of Pembrooke.

As they ran towards the warmth of the fireplaces and dry clothing that awaited each of them inside. Unknown to each of them was what fate truly did have in store for them. The neverending hours wandering the gardens, learning the deepest feelings of one another. The endless laughs exchanged over comedic books, reading poems, literature and countless notes covertly exchanged. What it all meant for their own futures - both together, and singularly.

#jeronicasecretsanta19 #jeronica nation #jeronica secret santa 2019 #jeronica au #regency au #with some maybe georgian era influences #aubreycasuallywrites #veronica lodge x jughead jones #I honestly have no clue what I'm doing tbqh

[alinaastarkov]

A moodboard for my fic - And Hell is just a Sauna - which is coming soon I promise <3

Part 1 of a Secret Santa gift for @ladyinrosso

#jeronicasecretsanta19 #jeronica nation #jughead jones #veronica lodge #jeronica #happy holidays! #Jeronica Secret Santa #*gifts #riverdale

[staliasjeronica]

Jughead Jones and Veronica Lodge were just friends. But, of course, the kind of friends who kissed and cuddled and slept together behind closed doors and kept this secret all to themselves. That's all Veronica told herself: they were just friends with benefits, that was all.

However, Jughead had a different thought running through his head: "I think I'm in love with her.”

So, this is for my secret santa, @sapphicveronicalodge!!! I wanted it to be posted on Christmas but sadly I was unable to (even if the deadline is the 27th).  I really hope you like it, Linette, because it’s about friends with benefits but it’s also an actual story too and I tried to integrate it so I hope it’s not like too weird or boring or not your cup of tea. Anyways… enjoy!!!

#Riverdale #jeronicasecretsanta19 #Jeronica Nation #Jughead Jones #Veronica Lodge

[veronicassadboi]

Jeronica Secret Santa...

Jeronica Nation!

Christmas is approaching and what better way to celebrate than to give back to the fandom?

Jeronica Secret Santa is here and we’re on the look out for Santas!

If you’d like to share the christmassy love for our favourite ship, keep an eye out for our expression of interest and submission form for all our Santas!

Submissions will be opening on Saturday 23rd of November until Thursday 28th of November!! More details will be available on that day but feel free to message @veronicassadboi or @aubreycasuallyobsesses if you have any questions, we’re here to help through the silly season!

Spread this post around to reach as many of us as possible so everyone is ready to go on Saturday!

Join in on the festive cheer!

#jeronica nation #jeronica #vughead #jeronicasecretsanta19 #jughead x veronica #my words

[veronicassadboi]

Jeronica Secret Santa...

Hello, Jeronica Nation!

The time has come to join in on the holiday cheer with our Jeronica Secret Santa!

We are calling for all those who want to participate to submit your interest so we can get moving!

When? Now! Please submit the form at the bottom to express your interest and to be put into the Santa Hat to be drawn out and be allocated your giftee!

Where? Either here @veronicassadboi or here @aubreycasuallyobsesses Santa’s Elves spreading the Christmas cheer this year!

Why? Because our small corner of the fandom would love to celebrate our favourite ship!

Current deadlines are:

Interest and submissions are open from today, Friday 22nd November until Thursday 28th November when they will be closed.

Santas will be drawn and allocated on Friday 29th November.

You will have time to prepare your gift from Friday 29th of November until Christmas Day, Wednesday 25th December.

Feel free to post at any time from Tuesday 24th of December to Friday 27th December.

Side note: please tag your gift and any other related post with: jeronicasecretsanta19 and jeronica nation in your first 5 tags.

Please hit us with any questions, big or small. No question is silly or too big to ask, we’d prefer questions to be asked so everyone is on the same ship!

Spread this post and the holiday spirit as far and wide as possible, the more, the merrier!

We are a small collective which makes this all the more intimate, special and fun! Let’s kick off a happy holidays for all of the Jeronica Nation!

Submission Form:

Participating? Fill out this form for us to pass on to your Secret Santa to help with their special gift for you!

Your Pseudo:

How would you like to be contacted? (if by email, please enter it here. If by tumblr, please enable messaging):

What is your favourite thing about Jeronica, it might come in handy for your Santa to know:

What is your favorite trope? Ie, friends-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers, High School AU, coffee shop AU Southside Serpents, NYC… the list is endless and could set the perfect scene for your gift:

Are there any dislikes or triggers you don’t want to see?

Special requests? If there’s a particular thing you’d absolutely love to see, here’s the place to suggest it!:

If you submit this form, you’re agreeing to participate in this very special Secret Santa! We totally understand that at times, real life gets in the way and that’s okay! If you find yourself in this situation, please let us know so we can either help you out or find a new Santa for your giftee! Please don’t be afraid to reach out if you need to! That’s what we’re here for!

Submit your form to @veronicassadboi or @aubreycasuallyobsesses

Happy Holidays!

Love,

@veronicassadboi and @aubreycasuallyobsesses

#jeronicasecretsanta19 #jeronica nation #jeronica #vughead #jughead x veronica #my words

[aubreycasuallyobsesses]

Jeronica Secret Santa

We just wanted to remind everyone that tomorrow begins our Secret Santa gifting! You can post anytime starting tomorrow, December 24th and 27th ✨

Make sure to tag your posts: jeronicasecretsanta2019 + jeronica nation in your first 5 tags.

Don’t forget to tag your giftee on your post so they see it too!

If you haven’t been tagged to receive your gift by the 28th, please message one of us ❤️

If you have any other questions, feel free to dm @veronicassadboi or myself @aubreycasuallyobsesses

xo,

c+a ❤️

tagging you babes who participated this year 🥰

@kindnessinpain2000 @mydairjeronica @riverdalecritical @half-ok @dark-is-my-imagination @winterfalconed @winterova @shellynelsonlahey @rhaenyra-snow @sapphicveronicalodge @ladyinrosso @hitchhikersguidetotheuniverse

#jeronicasecretsanta2019 #jeronica nation #jeronicasecretsanta19

[alinaastarkov]

And Hell is just a Sauna

Merry Christmas, @ladyinrosso!! I’m your secret Santa! I hope you love your gift!

And all my love to @sapphicveronicalodge, who betaed this story, thank you so much!!! 

#jeronicasecretsanta19 #Jeronica Nation #merry christmas ya filthy animal #jughead jones #veronica lodge #my fic #Jeronica Secret Santa #*gifts #riverdale

[aubreycasuallyobsesses]

Jeronica Secret Santa:

Don’t forget to sign up if you’d like to participate in this years Jeronica SS! Submissions are still currently open. We’ll be closing them on Thursday, November 28th.

Just a few reminders:

Santa’s will be drawn + each participant will be notified of who their giftee is this Friday, November 29th.

You’ll have time from November 29th until December 25th to prepare your gift.

Feel free to post anytime between Dec. 24th and 27th.

Make sure to tag your posts: jeronicasecretsanta19 + jeronica nation in your first 5 tags.

Be sure to share this post, so we can all share in the holiday cheer ✨

Submissions and inquiries need to be submitted to either myself @aubreycasuallyobsesses or @veronicassadboi.

xx—

a + c

#veronica lodge #jeronica #vughead #my edit #jeronica nation #jughead x veronica #jeronicasecretsanta19