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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Summary: Kurtz/Reader, Soulmate AU, you gain the injuries of your soulmate and can hear their voice when they sing

You’re watching unimpressed as Malachai throws you a plastic bag filled with clothes.

“Come on, we have to get to school in ten. Your bag is in the car and-Christ you get the bad send-off?” He watches as you move jerkily, deep purple smudging under your eyes, bruises on your wrists and your shoulders.

“You ever been slammed into a brick wall twice over, after getting used as a fucking punching bag, strung up on a hook and everything?” He swallows any comment, opening the bag and handing you your clothes, you tug the crop top on and the flannel over it, before he snorts gesturing to the faint handprints he can see against your hips as you tug the shorts up.

“Aww poor thing, are you sore?” He laughs.

“You owe me so many shakes from that place you brought me lunch from.”

“Pop’s. How hard is it to remember that name?” he rolls his eyes pointing to the back to show you where your bag is, you slide in next to it and buckle your seatbelt.

“Riverdale High, by the way. Southside got shut down while you were in the slammer.” You nod shouldering your bag as Lance starts explaining most of the students.

“Archie and his friends are the goody two shoes group, well besides Jughead, and his gang, although they’re much less violent then the Ghouls.They have some members to watch out for, Sweet Pea, Fangs, oh and Kurtz, although he’s not really a snake. And then Cheryl and Toni with the pretty poisons or whatever game they’re playing.” You nod letting him continue to explain how a few of them had found their soulmates. He continues to talk and fill you in more about the gangs and the tentative truce he’s formed with the Serpents. He parks two blocks away and you give him a two finger salute.

“Thanks for the lift, now I have to go meet Betty Cooper for my tour? The blonde one that’s with Lodge right?” You look to him for confirmation and he nods.

“Glad to see you were paying attention, do you have other clothes? You’ll get dress-coded in that.”

“You didn’t bring me anything else.” You hiss at him as you cross the street moving towards the school.

You’re letting Betty pull you around you can feel eyes everywhere and you wonder if it’s from the bruises peeking out or the clothes. Maybe it's simply because you’re the shiny new student, everyone unsure how you’ll act.

“Not now I’m giving a tour.” Betty breezes by a redhead boy, Archie, your brain supplies. You watch as Betty’s eyes falter at Veronica a blush rising as you spot the identical hickeys on their necks.

“People open about soul mates here?”

“Most are, everyone wants to find their one, ya know?” You nod pretending the anxiety in your chest is from the new school not the dread of someone rejecting you. She prattles on carefully explaining your schedule and is halfway through giving you dirt on your teachers when Cheryl walks up flanked by the rest of the River Vixens.

“You simply have to try out.” She smiles, eyes roaming down your outfit.

“You seem in shape enough, we can always use more trainee’s” You find yourself smiling up at her.

“I’d love to.” You swear you can hear Lance scream in the hallway. You laugh to yourself.

She beams and wanders off, you can see Ethel nervously talking to Chuck Clayton, he’s leering over her in a way that is making her uncomfortable, Betty smiles apologetically at you.

“Sorry let me just pop over and-“

“Hey, Ethel right?” You step forward waving to her slightly.

“We share history, I’m new, in case you couldn’t tell and I was wondering if you could lend me your notes Betty said you’d have no problem doing that and-“ You turn as if seeing Chuck for the first time.

“Oh hello, are you her soulmate?”

“No but I might be yours. Chuck Clayton.” Your eyes light up.

“Oh, Ethel would you excuse us for a second, Betty wanted to ask you something.” You wait till she’s safely out of the way; you can see the rest of the football team hovering you smirk, licking your lips.

“So since you’re new I’m guessing you haven’t heard about me and my-“ You grip his wrist, your nails cutting into the fleshy under part, digging them into his wrist as he jerks it back. You stumble back pretending to be shocked already feeling someone’s hand on your shoulder. Betty pulling you away from Chuck, who straightens up and glares at you.

“Of course you’re friends with Cooper; you should have seen-“

“Chuck, let me give you some semi-friendly advice, since I’m new, and you clearly haven’t heard of me, or where I’ve been for the past few months.” He arches an eyebrow and you can tell a small crowd is gathering.

“It doesn’t matter how well you think you’re hiding it, you hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it; I will rip you apart.”

“Oh really you and-“ You snort as he goes quiet feeling Lance glaring from somewhere, just enough for only Chuck to see.

“You think Betty has darkness, I pity when you meet mine.” You laugh and he turns away from you as you return to Betty and Ethel’s side.

“You two okay? You look a little shocked?”

“We’ve never seen him retreat like that, that was incredible.” You smile and turn your head to your schedule when the bell rings.

By the time lunch rolls around the news of Chuck’s retreat had spread.

“Talk of the town you are, no clue what you did but he’s freaked.” Veronica nods to you and you sit on the edge of the couch watching everyone settle into their usual seats. You stare shocked at Kevin Keller.

“Yes?” He tilts his head as you look away smile on your lips.

“That scar on your eyebrow isn’t yours... I didn’t think I was ever going to meet you, pleasure’s all mine Preppy.” You laugh when his head whips up.

“You know Joaquin?”

“Yeah we used to bunk together, he’s an angel, amazing talker got me out of soooo much trouble in, where I used to go to school.”

“Oh you’re from the Southside?” Kevin asks, just as Cheryl returns with the Vixens.

“Who’s from the southside?” You cringe at Toni and Sweet Pea’s voices.

“This one here and-“

“Never seen them before in my life.” Toni states, Sweet Pea looks at you, his eyes widening as he pulls Toni and Fangs behind him.

“Someone we stay away from. All of us.” You raise an eyebrow at him. You can feel a hand on your shoulder and sigh.

“Yeah coming, what’s up?” You mumble as Lance moves you away and towards the outside area. You don’t look back at the group hearing other voices joining in on the confusion as you walk away. Lance slams you against the wall smirking.

“Good first day so far?”

“With you dragging me off during lunch, no, but for the most part it’s been manageable.”

“What was with threatening Chuck, he do something bad?”

“Well he’s basically the head male; gotta take him down before I do anything else. Duh.” You slide out from under his arms that cage you; you don’t flinch when he slams them back around you.

“No. You are not in that yard anymore that shit will have consequences, they’ll want you to prove that you’re dark.” You look unimpressed and nod.

“Yeah and? I can doesn’t mean I’m stupid enough to let them goad me into it. I’m not you.” You slip from under his arms, scowling as he catches your wrist tugging you back, you know someone sees with how they move slightly forward, black hair, potentially Reggie from the football team, one of the safe ones Lance had mentioned. You turn back twisting Lance’s own weight against him and pinning him against the wall, scraping his cheeks against the brick. You lean over your mouth against his ear.

“I am not your plaything, nor am I you. You want to try the usual shit, you’ll be getting my real response.” Lance coughs snarling as you walk towards the school once again.

You sit back next to Betty who frowns and looks to Jughead.

“Kurtz bailing on us again, said he got a lead to who his soulmate is and wants to find them soon.”

“Kurtz? He another Serpent?”

“No, our friend, his soulmate, well we all think they’re being abused, he gets bruises, cuts, and scars all the time, he’s really worried about them. He’s not exactly the friendliest but we still want to help his soulmate at least.”

“How can he hope to find them, like the world is pretty big?”

“He knows they’re here in Riverdale.”

“How?” You look confused and Josie, Archie’s soulmate beams.

“Me. My songs are pretty much only played around this area, he heard them singing once and knows they have to be around here. Hey Reg, what’s up?” Josie turns to smile at Reggie Mantle who walks up.

“You okay?” He nods to you and you turn smiling.

“Yeah I’m good thanks Reggie, I appreciate it.”

“You sure? Seemed like Lance has it out for you.”

“Lance was messing with you?” You watch the Serpent’s tense looking back to the voice that spoke.

“Hey Kurtz, guessing that lead was no good.” The boy nods as he sits next to Jughead.

“Yeah just like the others, now what is this about Lance causing havoc?”

“Chaos actually. It’s his thing, he likes to pretend he’s the new Malachai, mostly just a rip off to be honest.” Sweet Pea nods to Kurtz and you watch as he rubs his own wrist.

“You okay?” You can see a bruise peeking out from his collar, he nods shrugging.

“My soulmate, they get in a lot of fights.”

“Fights? You should probably have a word about that then.” You laugh a little and he scowls.

“Little hard when I can’t talk to them yeah.”

“You can sing right? Sing-ask.”

“Sing-ask?”

“Yeah like you don’t make up a song but you use an already existing song to form out a ‘letter’ of sorts, you can’t use it for places but its good for planning meet-ups. Where are you-“You look confused as Kurtz vanishes.

“He’s embarrassed of his singing voice.” You nod, frowning when you can hear your soulmate singing.

“You okay?” You tilt your head at Veronica as she asks.

“Yeah, my soulmate likes to sing on lunch break. It’s nice.”

“Do you do check in songs?”

“Oh yeah, I usually don’t get to sing much, my dad’s pretty strict.” You bite down the rule you want to spit up. Singing leads to identification; which leads to jail.

“Oh that’s so cute! Do you have specific songs for specific times of the day? Like Betty and I used to sing goodnight to each other.” Veronica places her hand over Betty’s who blushes.

“We have a couple, mainly just comfort songs, I think my soulmate deals with a lot. He's always sad.” You shrug listening to him start and cut off halfway through the song. You laugh a little.

“It seems like he wants to say something, but he’s failing I guess.” You laugh again closing your eyes and focusing on what he’s singing. You can’t help but smile laughing once again as the half song ends.

“What?” Betty and Kevin’s eyes spark.

“Apparently my soulmate wants to meet up, we’ve tried meeting up in the past but my dad found out and kept me home. He thinks I’m too young to find my soulmate; that I still need to mature and grow-up before we meet. I think he’s just scared about me dating.” You cover the truth, your father is scared, not of you dating, but of exposure, you know you can’t exactly bring your soulmate back to the house of the dead, back into the Ghoulies without him first being vetted.

“We can help you sneak out!! Just say you’re staying with me or Betty.” Archie nods excitedly and you smile.

“Alright, I’ll call him now.” You pull your phone out, calling your brother instead. You cringe when you can hear him outside the student lounge.

“Hey, uhh, can I stay over at a friends today? I have to work on a biology lab. Her name is-“

“Call him yourself.” He hangs up and you glare.

“Did he say no?”

“No, he said he was busy, I’ll call during Biology then.” You smile excitedly.

You’re working on the lab in Biology when you step into the lab closet after the teacher said you could call.

“Hey, I was just wondering if-“

“You wanna stay at a friends for the night right? Your brother called and told me. Fine. On one condition.”

“Of course.” You know well enough not to answer before hearing but the thought of meeting your soulmate has you willing to take whatever punishment he deems fit.

“I pick you up in the morning, now which house?” You suck in a breath.

“Let me get her address and-“

“Her name is all I need.”

“Betty Cooper.”

“Glad you’re making useful friends.” He drawls before he hands up, you retreat back to your seat shooting a thumbs up to Betty.

“He just said he wanted to pick me up in the morning.” Betty smiles.

“That won't be a problem we can just explain to your soulmate when you meet him.”

“We?”

“I’m not letting you go to meet your soulmate alone, what if they try to hurt you?” I can hurt them more. You smile at her.

“Thanks Betty.”

“Besides Veronica and I could use a date, where are we meeting?” You laugh a little as a chorus of Pop goes the weasel plays again as it had been for the past hour.

“Somewhere called Pop I think? Well Pop goes the weasel so.” You shrug and Betty laughs.

“Oh that’s clever, is there a time?”

-It’s a quarter after one I’m a little- Pop goes- It’s a quarter after one I’m a little- Pop goes-

“Quarter after one, no clue if its in the morning or not. Since tomorrow is Saturday.” Betty smiles.

“Well Pop’s it is, we can get a late night burger, hopefully he means one am.”

You’re trying not to fall asleep, Betty had insisted you both show up in your pyjama’s and you’d been thankful when she offered for you to change in the bathroom, you wipe the last smudges of the makeup from your neck hoping she wont comment on the lingering finger prints around your throat. She doesn’t as she pulls you to Pop’s mindful of your wrist. You try your best to bite down the tang of rejection, you know will bloom once your father picks you up tomorrow.

“So who’re we looking for?” You blink at her shrugging.

“Someone with this.” You tilt your neck up exposing the full handprint over your throat.

“O-Okay.” She chokes a little and you nod in understanding.

-You’re about to sit in a booth when a hand waves you both over.

“Kurtz, hey what’re you doing?”

“Following a lead, my soulmate kept singing Pop goes the weasel, either they were babysitting or were trying to respond to the message I left. Hey Veronica.” He nods as she walks up smiling.

“Betty I got us a booth so Y/N can wait for her soulmate, on her own.” She nods to Kurtz who arches an eyebrow.

“You’re waiting for your soulmate?” He leans forward slightly.

“Yeah, I’ve been listening to, it’s a quarter after one, I’m a little drunk and I need you now, on repeat for three hours, so I guess this was the appropriate time. God forbid my soulmate couldn’t just mean the afternoon.” Kurtz snorts.

“Your soulmate a night owl then?” You sit across from him shrugging.

“I’ve probably given him that impression of me. My dad’s super strict to say the least.”

“Strict is a funny way to say abusive, unless he didn’t give you that?” he tilts his head up towards your neck and you catch the hand print on his.

“Oh my god. Shit.” You shift in the seat looking nervously at him.

“What? Is it the Serpent thing?”

“My dad, oh my god.” You look up wide eyed once more.

“You’re the like gargoyle gang guy…...” He reaches out hand brushing yours.

“You don’t have a problem with that.”

“My dad, fucking- I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.” You squeeze your eyes shut and can feel him slide over to your side of the booth, his arm wrapping around you.

“Hey come on, your dad won’t know I’m into gargoyles, it’ll be fine.”

“He adopted me when I was five.” You blurt out, and Kurtz smiles.

“See you’re not even related to him, you’ll be fine I promise.” He offers a crooked smile.

“My brother, well adopted brother, Lance. We grew up at the sister’s of quiet mercy, we-“ You cut yourself off shaking your head and curling into his side sighing.

“This is nice.” You let yourself stay curled in his arms trying your best not to think of the scars your father left marking you and Lance as his.

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Summary: Kurtz/Reader, A much longer slightly more in depth backstory for Kurtz TW: Drug use, Smut, Violence

You’re six when your parents first shove you outside pointing to the tree line in the backyard and mumble for you to ‘go explore till dinner’ you know this means there won’t be dinner but you stay quiet content to walk through the patch of trees. You decide since you have hours till it gets dark, hours till they remember where they let you run off to, you’ll explore as far as you can. It takes less than an hour before you reach the edge of the forest, you’re surprised, not by how short the trip was, but that there’s a house in front of you. Within seconds a boy shoves himself in front of you laughing and nodding. “Mom!!! I found a faerie!!! Can we keep her! She’s real tiny; won’t take up much space!” You watch the boy grip your wrist and tug, bringing you closer to the house with the smooth wooden porch and the soft cushions on the rocking chairs.

“Momma!!!” “Conrad, what have I said about-oh, hello, what’s your name sweetheart.” You can her hear voice go soft, you didn’t know mother’s voices could do that, and you stick your free hand out for her to shake like you father taught you. “My name’s Y/N ma’am!” “I’m Conrad, but you’re not supposed to tell the Fae your real name, so call me Kurtz!!” You nod at the boy smiling back. “Well how about you stay for dinner and we’ll call your parents after words. They live across the tree line right?” You nod at the woman letting both her and Kurtz lead you into the house and to a dining table. “Kurtz, what’s a Fae?” You mumble face pink, you’d never heard of them before and his face lights up. “I got a whole book on them!!! I’ll get it!” He rushes off and you stand awkwardly looking around the room, he returns quickly.

“I dunno what a Fae would need to know about- ARE YOU A CHANGELING!!!!” he shouts clapping his hands together, his mother appears and you watch nervously as she beckons him over. “Kurtz, what have I said about shouting?” “That it’s bad for my voice and bad for everyone else’s ears.” He hangs his head and she runs her hand through the faint curls before nodding. “So now we know for next time right?” She asks and he nods. “Yeah of course!! Can Y/N stay the night??” He jumps from the spot he’s in moving back and forth next to his mother. “We’ll have to ask when we call her parents.” Your parent’s don’t pick up and instead of calling the police like your grandma used to do, Kurtz’s mom just smiles and pats your head. Kurtz pulls you back to the table and shows you the pictures and reads some of the stories to you. You nod along as he explains that Fae’s are magic creatures that live in the forest.

“You go wash up for dinner and then we’ll get a room sorted.” You’re not sure what she means by room, you usually sleep on the couch; your parents can’t sleep in the same room anymore. You don’t ask during dinner, or after when Kurtz makes you a brownie sundae that’s so heavy you drop it twice. When it’s time for bed you’re brought to a room with a bed, and a mattress on the floor. Kurtz points to the floor mattress. “You sleep there!” He nods as his mother leaves he leans over to whisper. “You can sleep with me if you wanna, the bed’s huge!” You nod climbing up under the covers with him. This is the first time you stay with Kurtz. ————————————————————————————-

You’re one day away from being eight, Kurtz who’s already eight, insists you’re not missing anything exciting, just an extra finger to hold up. He still calls you faerie sometimes pulling out the mythology and fables book he has pointing out the pictures and nodding. “You’re just as pretty as them, plus you came outta the woods, all faeries do that!” You don’t argue; you’re afraid to tell him you don’t live in a pretty castle, and drink out of flowers. He doesn’t ask ever and you’re relieved when he talks more about his uncle that’s coming over. His mother frowns and he leans over to whisper to you.

“Mama doesn’t like Uncle Malachai cause he sells drugs. But it’s okay cause he’s not really my uncle, my mama just calls him that cause he takes care of us.” You nod, you know what drugs are, it’s all your parents do. You wonder if they know Malachai as well. Kurtz’s mother, she insists you call her by her first name, Sarah, offers to let you have a birthday party at her house. “We can set up a pool if you want.” You hesitate nodding softly. “I’d like that Ms. Sarah, but I don’t wanna trouble you, ‘sides I don’t have enough friends to have a party.” You frown and she smiles. “Well you leave that up to me and Kurtz okay?” You nod confused by what she means, but let her continue on with her plans.

The party is the most fun you can remember having. Kurtz refuses to leave your side rushing you around the other kids and all of his mom’s friends. He pauses his running; letting go of your hand as he flings himself to hug a thin figure. “Hey kiddo, Jesus you’re tall now.” Kurtz returns to your side pulling you along to point at the figure. “This is my Uncle Malachai, Uncle Malachai, this is Y/N she’s an actual faerie, she showed up from the trees!” Malachai nods smirking. “Well nice to meet you Y/N you take care of Kurtz, he’s a handful.” You nod face going serious for a moment. You’re about to run off and follow Kurtz when Malachai’s hand grips your shoulder. “Your parent’s still live cross the tree line?” You nod and he smiles, you rush back off to play with Kurtz. —————————————————————————————-

You frown when the police show up to Kurtz house, hovering behind Kurtz who hovers behind his mother. “Y/N, it’s alright sweetheart, you just have to go stay with your Aunt for a while, okay?” “Can I come over still?” “You have to ask her okay?” “Why can’t I stay on my own? Or with my Grandma?” “You’re only 12, you can’t pay all your bills yet, and she’s too old sweetheart, here, how about we give your aunt all our contact information so you and Kurtz can visit if you want.” You nod smiling at her. She doesn’t bring you back to your house, explaining that the police need to finish up and then you can get all your stuff later. That she’s sure your aunt will have things for you. ————————————————————————————-

As it turns out, your aunt, Penny Peabody wants almost nothing to do with you; she leaves you with Kurtz and his mother as much as she can while you’re supposed to be adjusting. Once everything with your parents settles down; she seems to warm up to you slightly. You know enough to stay out of her hair, but she’ll call you into the living room to spend time with you, and she spends time working on your homework with you.

She lets Kurtz come over as often as he can, which once he gets a bike for Christmas is every weekend and on the days you get out early for school. You spend your summers at his, and he spends the winter and spring breaks as well as other holidays from school with you and your aunt. He watches and listens to her just as much as you do. You know you’re both learning what she does, how she cons people. You don’t want to think about needing to use it. The summers are spent with Kurtz’s mother teaching homemaking skills, you learn how to stitch so tightly that water slows when moving through the tear; you know this is meant for stitches over wounds. You learn plants that can be found everywhere to eat, and heal. When Malachai comes around you learn like you did with your aunt. He teaches both you and Kurtz how to fight with knives as well as your fists; he makes you swear not to tell Sarah. You tell Penny and she laughs and nods, buying you a better set that Malachai has to piss him off.

——————————————————————————— It’s four days into summer vacation before you start high school, Kurtz’s mom is out of town as usual, her work leading to her being away more than she’s home. Kurtz calls and asks if you want to come over. Your aunt drops you off handing you an overnight back and tugging your shoulder. “Y/N, be careful.” “Careful? It’s just Kurtz.” Your aunt nods. “Malachai was telling me-“ “His uncle’s there?” “Yes, be careful.” She warns and nudges you out of the car. You can’t help the nerves that bubble under your skin, why would you need to be careful around Kurtz. You try your best to shake it off as you wait for him to open the door. “Oh hey there little faerie.” Malachai smiles at you.

“Kurtz! It’s for you.” He turns and you step into the hallway watching Kurtz jerk forward and stumble in his socks on the hardwood floor. You pause; hesitating for a moment watching his face, how his eyes look blurry and his mouth hangs open at one corner. “Jangle?” You question and Malachai nods. “You got good eyes kid.” “Just a good memory.” You scowl at him and he rolls his eyes. “Your parent’s chose to do it, can’t help that I was their dealer.” You bite back the comment about him being their murderer instead watching Kurtz smile. “Malachaiiii you didn’t tell me Y/N was here.” “Why you give him Jangle.” “He wanted to try it, he’s a big boy now, fourteen and all that.” You nod, gripping Kurtz’s hand; you watch his face turn bright pink. “Malachai look.” He whispers, holding your hand up looking awe struck.

“Yeah what?” “She’s holding my hand!” Malachai nods and you bite your lip to keep from laughing. “Let’s go sit down yeah?” You nod to Kurtz and he doesn’t stop staring at your clasped hands as you lead him to the couch. He trips twice and you scowl, positioning him on the couch when he flops down, you sit next to him and Malachai nods. “I’ll head out now, you know how to take care of him if goes bad yeah?” “What I did for my parent’s; got it.” He smiles leaving an envelope on the side table next to the couch and walks out the door. Kurtz jerks his head up and frowns as the door clicks closed. “Y/N!” He jumps slightly when you re-enter his field of vision. “Hey Kurtz. You want to watch TV?”

“No. Want something else.” He crosses his arms and you arch an eyebrow. “Kurtz, what do you want?” He shakes his head laying on his side and staring at the blank TV screen. “Kurtz? Come on use your words.” You try not to scowl already he’s reminding you of your parents. You crouch in front of him and laugh a little when he hides his face in the cushion. “What do you want, come on I can get almost anything.” You think you can make out the word ‘okay’ from in between the mumblings he spews into the pillow. You nudge his chin up. “I wanna kiss you.” He ducks his head back down and you wince when your hands stuck under it. “Can you move your head?” He looks up eyes too wide; you nudge his forehead when he tries to kiss you.

“Don’t move; you have the shakes.” He nods, jerking as he freezes, you can still see his hands trembling. You lean over kissing his lips softly, you pull back and watch his pupils dilate before they shrink back to the usual jangle pinpricks. “I meant the cheek.” He laughs as you smack his arm. “Should we redo it then?” He laughs and smiles sleepily. “You tired now? How much did you take?” You slowly sit him up slightly, and he grabs for you pulling you against him and the couch. “Kurtz, how much did you take?”

“ Um, the uh Washington one.” “A quarter amount?” “Yeah but the silver one. That size.” “So literally a quarter, this?” You hold up the quarter from the table and he nods. “Don’t leave.” You nod rolling your eyes as his arms tighten around you. “I’m right here. Not going anywhere, your death grip is making sure of it.” You laugh and he nods sniffling. “Kurtz? You okay?” He nods and you wipe a stray tear.

“Please don’t leave me. Everyone else does.” “I’m not leaving.” You let him awkwardly curl around you, his limbs uncoordinated and gangly even without the added effect of the Jangle. You wake up to a blanket around both of you and Malachai sitting watching TV. “He asked me to take it, said he wanted to tell you something but he was too scared to do it himself.” Malachai pulls the remainder of the Jangle tube from the table and tucks it into his pocket. “He’ll be fine, just needs to sleep it off.” ——————————————————————————–

You’re nervous about school; you’d never had Kurtz in any of your classes and you’d never been around at lunch the same time. To be fair you’d never been at the same school, so seeing him around is odd and having him in every class is unnerving. He seems unbothered by it, explaining how each of the gangs works, not that there’s many besides the Ghoulies and the Serpents to care about. Kurtz almost corals you over to the Ghoulies, nudging you into their table at lunch. “You stay with them.” You stand intent on following him but he gently shoves you back to the table. “Stay with them.” You watch as the other Ghoulies stare at you almost in awe. “What?” You mumble to them and they laugh.

“You’re that girl Kurtz doesn’t shut up about.” You nod to them frowning when he slides into the Serpent’s caged off area. You grimace when he whoops, fist colliding with one of the other Serpent’s noses. The rest of the Ghoulies leap up and rush towards the Serpent’s laughing and throwing punches. You can’t see Kurtz, and when he appears behind you, you jump slightly. “Look free lunch.” He winks pulling over the trays that the other Ghouls had abandoned. ——————————————————————————–

It doesn’t take you long to officially become a Ghoulie, the other Ghouls bring you up to their base of operations, you’ve only been to the House of the Dead once, but you wonder what the rest of them will say. Malachai is standing at the door watching as Lance, the oldest Ghoulie from Southside High steps forward nudging you and Kurtz forward. “What did you bring this time?”

“Couple of newbies, they wanna work for us and-“ “Kurtz how many times have I told you to stop fucking with the ones from school?” Kurtz just laughs and Lance looks annoyed and confused. “And you brought Y/N too? You guys really need to do more background research when you have recruits. They’re already in.” Malachai shrugs and nods towards the house. “They don’t have the ghoul mark.” “I know; we’ll give it to them now.” “Ghoul Mark?” “To mark you as one of us, for life.”

“Oh like how the serpents have a tattoo?” You ask and Malachai nods. “Yes, just a little more permanent is all.” You grimace at the knife Malachai holds up. “You can’t laser off a scar.” He laughs offering you and Kurtz Jangle tubes. “It helps with the pain.” You shake your head scowling as Kurtz downs half a tube.

“You don’t have to act tough you know. Just take the drugs like everyone else you little addict.” Lance laughs shoving you. You cringe when Kurtz lunges for him. “Kurtz. She’s fine.” Malachai sighs pulling him back. “It’s okay Kurtz.” You nod to him and he glares at Lance. You watch the way Lance glares back, and you can tell Kurtz’s fingers are running along the knife he keeps on himself. ———————————————————————————–

You know Kurtz has been sneaking behind your back more, not that you really watch over him. You can tell he’s drifting from you not just because of the jobs the Ghouls have him running all over the town. “Kurtz we still on for later?” “Course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You know he will, you’re expecting a text, explaining how he has a job, how it’ll have to be a rain check, of a rain-check, of a reschedule. No text comes and you’re still surprised when he tugs you towards his bike, you watch his hands shake and you place yours over them; his face pinks like every time you do this and he averts his eyes. You watch is pupils barely larger than pinpricks. “How much did you take?”

“Full tube.” He shrugs off the concern you know is on your face, shoving the helmet at you. “Kurtz you can’t drive while you’re on-“ “You want to walk.” He bites back and you go quiet swallowing and wrapping your arms around his waist. He hums slightly and you close your eyes the entire ride home. You don’t say anything about him being on jangle as he brings you back to his place, his mother out for work like usual. He throws himself on the couch motioning for you to sit, you skirt the edge, perched on the couch as far from him as you can get.

“Why you hate me on Jangle?” He questions and you can’t help a bitter laugh. “Really? Do you even remember what happened to my parents? That they both OD’ed on it? That they spent most of my childhood so drugged up it was easier to send me outside than to deal with me? I don’t want you turning into them!” “I’m not your fucking parents!” He shouts sitting up suddenly angry. “Really? Cause you sure are acting like them. How are you not them, then?” You snarl. Kurtz jerks up gripping your shoulders. “They never loved you like I do! I’m not them!” He shakes you and you cringe back; swallowing as he registers how afraid you look. “You’re right, you’re not them, you’re worse.” You turn and leave, rushing past his mother who looks nervously at your retreating figure. —————————————————————————————–

A quarter has easily doubled to half, but the jump from half to full is what worries you. The entire idea of Kurtz doing Jangle worries you but you know not to say anything about that after the fight you’d had over it. Well it was more the fight you and Malachai had had. You’d avoided Kurtz for an entire week as the handprints against your throat faded.

You’d never seen Kurtz so out of it on Jangle, you’d never seen it make him angry; the most he got was embarrassed around you for whatever reason. Still upset and trying your best to fix the first fight you’d ever had with him you’d stormed the house of the dead, knowing Malachai would be happy to see you until it clicked what you were there for. “Hey there Y/N what can I do for my favourite little faerie then?” “Don’t sell to Kurtz. Don’t let anyone sell to him.” Malachai arches an eyebrow after he laughs for five minutes. “Oh you were serious, huh, well you don’t get to make demands like that.” “It’s not a demand.” You flick your knife out, nudging it at his throat. “Just like this isn’t a threat.”

“Oh, cute.” You drop the knife instantly, his hands curling around your throat as he presses you against the wall. “Listen, I don’t give a shit what you think you got with Kurtz, you try to cut him off from Jangle I’ll cut off your oxygen permanently.” He drops you to the ground kicking your knife over. “You tell him about this-“ “About what?” Malachai smiles helping you up.

“Evolve or die little Fae, Evolve or die.” You nod. You don’t question when Malachai calls you for a special job, out of town, for an unknown amount of time. He tells you you’ll be leaving in a week. You don’t question him aside from asking him what you need to pack. He says he’ll send Kurtz over later. Kurtz doesn’t bother knocking, cracking open the door and whistling as he closes it. You don’t look up pretending to be absorbed in the cooking show on TV. “Y/N, Malachai told me about the job, it’s long right? That’s gonna get you so much cred and-“ You don’t move on your own, but you find yourself on Kurtz lap. “What’s wrong?” “I have to leave for an entire year at least, I’m sure its one of those long jobs.” You frown.

“Not much here you’ll miss.” Kurtz smiles slightly. “Woulda been better to send you, you don’t have anything you miss here.” “You.” You stare at each other and you watch as his hands hover over you before settling one around your waist and the other on your shoulder. “You don’t want me.” You shrug; he licks his lips. “Who says that?” “The other Ghouls. And that fight we just had.” He glares, and you watch one of his hands curl into a fist, you tangle your fingers in his. “Hey Kurtz, drop it, they don’t mean anything.” He nods still glaring slightly. “Kurtz, what’s going on; you’ve been avoiding me, not just cause of jobs and taking all that Jangle.“ “Malachai doesn’t want me around you.”

“Why?” “Say’s you’re a problem area, for me. He told me if I took the Jangle you’d leave me alone and he wouldn’t have to send you away.” You brush your hand on his cheek. “I’m not angry at you, I’m scared for you, I’ve seen what Jangle does; I don’t want you ending up like my parents.” “Cause you hate ‘em right.” He chuckles dryly. “No because I love you. Can’t let anything bad happen to you.” ————————————————————————————-

Malachai doesn’t keep you updated on anything other than what the Ghouls are doing gang wise; halfway through the second month he vanishes and two weeks go by without any news, suddenly a few of the other Ghouls appear at the house he’d stationed you at. “What?” “Malachai’s in prison. He got caught, there was a race and-“

You return to Riverdale, making your way to the house of the dead surprised to see your aunt in the living room. “Hey kid, good trip?” “Trip? Malachai sent me up to the middle of bum-fuck nowhere cause he thought I was gonna make Kurtz go sober.” Penny laughs shaking her head. “What?” “He doesn’t care about Kurtz being sober, he cares about Kurtz listening to him. He won’t listen if you’re around.” “Why wouldn’t Kurtz listen to him, Kurtz like worships him.” Penny shrugs. “I’ll let you figure that out on your own. Now Malachai’s coming back home in a bit so-“ “The other ghouls said he had years left and-“

“If he doesn’t bribe everyone, which we’re going to do, so; we need to fix this place up, the Ghouls have ruined it.” “Why do I have to clean?” “Because you’re one of the only people I can trust, and Kurtz will follow you like a puppy.” ———————————————————————————

The welcome back party is in full swing, you’re sitting to the side, watching most of the Ghoulies mixing alcohol and Jangle; taking shots of it. Kurtz is across the room, drink less and as far as you can tell completely sober. You’re pretty sure someone slipped something into your water, after the sip you’d taken you noticed the taste changed far too much. Whoever put something in must have assumed it vodka; you pretend not to notice how Lance leers at you from across the room.

“Hey little faerieeeee,” you cringe at the nickname but stand up walking over to Malachai; who sways drunkenly. “Try it.” He smirks holding out a shot of vodka that’s more jangle than liquid. “Don’t.” Kurtz is next to you pulling you back and knocking the drink out of Malachai’s hand. You expect the party to freeze like it does in movies, for everything to stop and everyone to watch you. You feel the slap confused at how fast Malachai moved.

“Oh no, you don’t make demands Kurtz, you follow, and you follow me or I hurt her, remember our deal? That was nothing compared to what I’ll do.” Kurtz seems to hesitate fists still clenched; you shift back, hand brushing against his arm. “Deal?” Malachai turns smiling. “Oh yes. Kurtz made a deal with me when you joined. You want to know what it is?” “He’ll do whatever I want, whatever I say, as long as I; and the other ghouls keep you safe and out of trouble.” You glare shaking your head. “That’s not true Malachai you-“ “I what? You think you know me? I tell Kurtz to jump he asks how high, I tell him to OD on Jangle, he doubles the dose. What part of I own him do you not understand little fae.” “I-“

“You what, you’ll call Auntie Penny to rescue him? You’ll kill me yourself? Come on Y/N how many empty threats can you make?” “Trade; not a threat.” ‘Trade?” “You keep him sober, and you have me.” “What can you offer? That he can’t.” “I’m a teenager girl, I’m sure you’ll think of some use for me.” You spit and try not to cringe at how sober he looks when he smiles holding his hand out. “Deal.”

He appears later in the night; you’re expecting him to bring friends; to pimp you out, he just smiles again. “You live here now. You don’t speak to Penny unless I say it’s okay, understand?” “Yes.” “You can continue normally with Kurtz, as friends, I’d hate for him to worry more. For now at least, you’ll cut off friendship with him soon; it’s safer for the rest of them. God knows he already almost killed Lance.” “Lance?” “Oh yeah, we found out he slipped something into your drink, good thing it was water so we noticed. I may have let it slip that it was Lance who did it. Kurtz must’ve heard. Shame Lance is out of commission for three weeks, Kurtz’ll just have to take his place then. Big job, lots of fighting. You can patch him up when he’s finished.” ———————————————————————————-

You shake your head at Sarah’s offer for her to stay. “Y/N it’s not a problem he can barely see out of his eye, it’s a lot more work helping him around, he keeps running into everything.” “Really it’s okay, I’d hate for you to have to cancel work. I’ll be okay I swear.” You nod sternly and she relents leaving in her car. You climb the steps knocking on the door. “Mom if you- Y/N.” Kurtz stands in the doorway in just sweat pants. The ice pack over his eye is moved and you wince in sympathy, noting he seems to be able to look out slightly. “Hey sorry for just showing up but I was wondering if I could stay over? Things aren’t great at-“ “Of course. Be just like when we were little” He grins and you follow him in. “Since it’s past dinner, brownie sundae?” He laughs a little and you roll your eyes.

“Please don’t make me drop it like the first time.” “I’m the one that’s gong to drop it I bet. Besides the floor dirt is half the fun.” He laughs shaking his head. You sit on the couch eating it, half watching the TV. “Thank you.” He nods as you pull his bowl placing it on the coffee table. He shifts; scooting closer to you on the couch. “No problem Y/N. Anything for you.” “Can we call it a night then?” You say after a yawn, he nods nudging you towards his room. You watch as he doesn’t pull out the spare mattress, instead pulling off his sweatpants so he’s down to just his boxers. “Did you bring PJ’s?” he looks curiously at your bag you’ve brought up and you shake your head.

“Ah, here.” He tosses you one of his shirts and you nod, tugging off yours and your bra to put his shirt over before pulling your pants off. “You can turn around now, you didn’t need to do that you know.” He shrugs and climbs into bed holding the covers up for you. “Come on, we can stay up late telling each other secrets.” You laugh curling into his chest. “What’s wrong Y/N, is it just everything at home?” You shake your head sniffling slightly; you can feel Kurtz tense unsure what to do about you crying. “What’s got you crying hm?” “A boy.” You mumble and can feel his hands tighten on you. “Who hurt you?” “No nothing like that, I just, I have a crush on someone but he pretty much avoids me all the time. We spent like two hours together last week and that was all.” You sniffle more and Kurtz wipes your tears. “Baby don’t cry, anyone who’s making you cry that much can’t be worth it, can you tell him how you feel?” You nod. “Great, then do that, as soon as you can.” You can hear the pain and the hitch in his voice. “Kurtz?” “I’m fine.” He snaps.

“You don’t sound fine.” “You know if that boy hurts you I’ll have to kill him right?” “Have fun killing yourself then.” You laugh a little freezing when you realize what you’ve said. You and Kurtz stare at each other for a moment before you feel his hands shoving the shirt up and off. He pulls you flush against him kissing you. “Kurtz-“ He pauses scooting backwards eyes wide. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t-“ You bite you lip sighing. “That; uh wasn’t me telling you to stop.” You face is bright pink when Kurtz moves back against you.

“You’re mine.” He hisses into your ear and you nod. He runs his teeth against your throat; tilting his mouth to the side as he bites down. He twists; moving under the covers so he’s above you, tongue running between your breasts and over your nipples, before he presses his lips back to yours. “Mine.” He groans when your hand palms at the tenting in his boxers. He pins your hands up behind your head hesitating waiting for you to say no, you nod slightly and he keeps his hand locked around your wrists as the other rubs over your underwear. “You know you’re mine right? Not Malachai’s; not the Ghouls; not Penny’s. You’re mine. Only mine.” He mumbles between kisses as his head moves downward, biting against your exposed skin. You nod as the hand rubbing over your underwear pulls them off before continuing.

“You’ll be good for me right Y/N?” You stare wide-eyed as he moves his hand away from gripping yours above your head. You watch him as he takes his boxers off; they join your underwear somewhere on the floor. He doesn’t move his hand back and you flex your fingers, before you move your arms out pulling him back towards you so you can kiss him more. “K-Kurtz-“you whine trying to roll your hips upwards, his hand moves from between your legs to press against your hip pinning you to the bed once more. “That’s not my name is it?” He hums, thumb rubbing over you clit. You moan nodding in response. “Can you tell me my name? I’ll keep doing this if you’re good and call me by my actual name.” “Conrad.” You whimper and he stops. Pulling away to sit up slightly, you frown. “Hmm I dunno if I like that. Give me a sec.” He smirks and you don’t respond, just whining. “Aww what’s wrong babe?”

“You’re a dick!” You pout and he returns to his position over you, arm snaking under you as he pulls you up; he sits on the bed as he pulls you against his chest kissing you as his other hand nudges your legs apart so you straddle him. “I have one.” He hums as he drags your core against it. “Can’t you tell?” You nod, grinding yourself over his dick. He kisses you once more, teeth snapping on your lip as you open your mouth to him. “Do you want me to fuck you?” You nod, one of his hands snaking into your hair to tug it slightly, you pull back and he smirks.

“You need help or-“ You cut him off, slowly pushing yourself onto his dick, smiling at how his eyes widen. You watch him blink for a moment, both of you adjusting, before you roll your hips slightly. You can feel his hands on your hips, they’re shaking slightly and you automatically look for the Jangle eye’s you’ve come to associate it with; surprised when his eyes are almost completely black. “You okay?” You mumble, head drifting to his ear and down his neck as you give him a matching bruise to the ones you’re sure you have. He hums nudging your chin up with his finger kissing you as the hand that’s still on your hip moves you slightly so he can move from under you. You moan into the kiss and you move to match his movement humming contently as he starts to move faster managing to keep pace.

“F-Fuck Kurtz.” “That is what we’re doing.” He pants slightly, his mouth moving against yours as he snaps his hips faster, gaining speed. You moan, shaking slightly unable to form any sort of sentence, you can feel his fingers rubbing off your clit as he pounds into you. “You’ll be good and finish with me right?” You nod as he smirks pulling out, you’re about to ask what’s wrong but instead he kisses you. You gasp as he flips you, leaning down as you squirm, now under him, he kisses you once more as he re-enters you keeping the pace he’d set before he’d flipped your positions. You whimper, watching him as he moves inside you. “Kurtz.” You moan and he smirks moving his fingers away from your clit for a moment. “Please touch me, please Kurtz.” “You have to finish with me remember. Don’t you want to be good? Don’t you want to be mine?” He hums into your ear as he rolls his hips against yours. You nod moaning again as he continues to thrust in and out of you. You’re shaking slightly, his fingers pulsing against your clit.

“It’s okay Y/n, it’s okay; let go, it’s okay.” He mumbles kissing against your neck as you can feel the rhythm he’s created dissolving as he draws closer to finishing. You can feel the coil of heat that had been building since you first kissed is finally snapping. You cry out, gasping slightly as Kurtz bites onto the side of your neck when he finishes. You can feel yourself orgasming around him and you whimper as the sparks dancing behind your eyes settle. Kurtz lays next you, you turn to face him and he offers a lazy smile kissing you slowly. You wrap your arms around him curling into his chest. “Was it okay?” He asks mostly into the top of your head and you nod, pulling back. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?” He sounds panicked suddenly and you shake your head. “No just;” You shrug keeping your arms around him; you cough awkwardly trying to stop crying. You swallow offering shaky sigh.

“I love you.” You barely breathe it, the way Kurtz tenses you know he’s heard. “I’d let you kill me if you asked.” He smiles softly and you accept this is the closest you’re going to get to him saying I love you back for the moment. “I know, I don’t want to.” “Even though I’m not going anywhere in life and just gonna end up dead in a ditch and-“ “Kurtz, don’t worry about that right now, can we just enjoy this.” You nuzzle his chest slightly and he smiles nodding, pulling the blanket over both of you. You’re drifting off, almost asleep in his arms when he gasps nudging you back to being awake. “What’s wrong?” ‘We weren’t safe.” He hisses at you and you shake your head.

“You weren’t safe, I’m on the pill.” “Oh, um sorry for waking you.” He looks sheepish and you smile. “Not that bad if I get to see you.” His face pinks slightly and you shift up to kiss him before returning to cuddle him as you fall asleep. ——————————————————————————-

With Malachai gone again you’re able to visit Kurtz whenever you want. Not that his ban had stopped you before; but now you didn’t jump anytime you saw someone in black turn to look at you. You let yourself into Kurtz’s house. His mom’s car not back; she’ll probably be back soon, she’s usually home by now; traffic must be bad you reason. You can’t hear the water running and there’s the faint sound of the TV so you make your way towards the living room. Pausing when you hear a soft thumping sound, like someone running. You hate the panic that grips your chest but you turn, automatically heading for the kitchen instead. You’re surprised you don’t scream, scrambling towards him on the ground.

“Kurtz, Kurtz can you hear me? Of course you can’t; okay hold on. This is going to hurt me way more than you.” You nudge him slightly, he’s convulsing in short bursts all of his muscles trying to fold over themselves. You wait until they seem to shift under the skin seeking relaxation but his brain refusing to send the signals, you twist him to his side, fingers tugging and pulling at his eyelids to try to see his pupils, no luck, simply the bloodshot whites glare back at you. You already have a timer going, if it gets above a minute you’ll call the hospital you assure yourself. You sit in front of him as his body seems to spasm endlessly; it’s been fifteen second when he stops. You wait, carefully positioning a dishrag under his face; he vomits moments later and you cringe at the mixture of frothy bile and jangle. You keep a faint pressure on his shoulder so he doesn’t move as you switch the dishrag for a clean one, grabbing a towel from under the sink to cover him as he trembles. “Y/N?”

“Shhh, just sleep, just sleep.” He doesn’t nod just stares blankly at his eye level not even bothering to try to lift his head. He falls asleep in seconds his face almost the most relaxed you’ve seen. You slowly move around the kitchen, throwing the vomit-covered rag away and grabbing spare pillows and actual blankets to put on the couch. “Kurtz, hey babe, you threw up, do you remember?” You ask softly as he wakes whimpering. “No, just feel floating.” He mumbles and you nod carefully supporting him under his arms as you half drag him towards the couch. You assure him all that happened was that he vomited, and curl next to him despite his protests of you getting sick from him.

His mother comes home within the hour, scolding Kurtz for not calling her; you apologize saying you’d made him sleep as much off as he could, nudging her into the kitchen to talk away from him. “What actually happened Y/N?” “He had a seizure. I don’t know how long it lasted, at least thirty seconds, but he was unconscious and-“ “Sweetheart.” She speaks; you didn’t realize you were panicking or how short your breaths were until she places a hand on your shoulder and has you take a deep breath with her. You try your best not to cry, and to stop yourself from trembling but you can feel Sarah step to the side slightly, a heavier, clumsier hand taking her place. Kurtz evidently heard some of the conversation and as he pulls you into a hug you can tell he’s trying to say something, slurring slightly as his muscles are over relaxed. You wait for a moment, as he seems to prepare himself for what he wants to say.

“I love you.” He doesn’t smile just presses his face into your hair. “I love you too.” You respond automatically and you can feel the smile on your head, he laughs a little before you realize he’s actually crying, Sarah’s retreated up to her room as far as you can tell so you walk back towards the couch. “Ghouls said you left, said you left cause you hated me.” “So you tried to OD on jangle?” “Didn’t mean it, just wanted to forget for a bit.” “Why would I hate you?” “Lance said it was cause I forced you to join the Ghouls, and made you get with me and kept you from your friends; that I was gonna end up hurtin’ you.” “Kurtz you could never hurt me.” “Just did.” He rubs his thumb over your cheek. “You were screamin’ and crying cause of me.” “Because I thought you were going to die.” He cringes as you scowl. ———————————————————————————-

You manage to find a couple of the ghouls sitting outside at lunch, they don’t run from you but you can tell the way fear bubbles under their skin as you sit next to them. “You can’t. Ghouls don’t exist anymore.” They hiss and shove you away. “Don’t touch her!” One of them looks fearfully over and you catch the black leather of the serpents, of course you notice the studded jacket right after, logo-less but unmistakable. You turn about to stand when one of the ghouls pins you down hand over your mouth. “If he comes over here-“ He starts. “Hey!” You can hear someone shout but you slam your head as hard as you can into the ghouls throat hissing as you stomp on his hand shoving him off you as he howls.

“Fucking christ.” You turn, one of the serpents standing a few more running up. You don’t get much of a chance to see anything else before Kurtz is pulling you into his arms. “Kurtz I’m fine; I’m fine I just got shoved to the ground, I’ve gotten worse on jobs.” You assure him muffled into his shirt. “What happened? Which one of you did that.” Jughead asks. “Well obviously the one in pain.” Kurtz nods hauling up who you recognise as James. “You’re a snake now, what we do with other Ghoul’s isn’t your business.” He laughs and Kurtz cuts it off hitting him square in the jaw. “What you do with my girl sure as hell is.” The rest of them pull James away and you turn to Kurtz. “You’re a Serpent now?”

“Sort of; Ghouls disbanded while you were up with your aunt. She didn’t tell you?” “Do you really think I would’ve stayed up with her if I knew that?” Kurtz nods. “So you into G&G then?” “Into what?” You turn to Jughead and Kurtz’s hand on your shoulder makes you hesitate. “What’s up with-“ “It’s called Gryphon’s and Gargoyles, it’s a roleplaying game, you get to pretend to be fantasy characters and-“ “Oh that sounds fun! Can I-“ “If you so much as sit in on a game I’ll take so much G that my blood will turn to powder. You stay the hell away from it.” Kurtz hisses into your ear, you know no one else heard him. “So you joining Kurtz’s game, with him being the Game Master and all.” “Game Master?”

“He basically tells all the quests.” “Oh wow sounds important.” You smile as Kurtz pulls you away from the Serpents. “Game Master?” “Listen, please just; I have to keep you safe. This was the best way.” “So joining another gang under my nose while I can’t contact you is the best way to do it?” “It’s-“ You turn from him to smile at Jughead.

“I want to join the Serpents. How do I do that?” Jughead exchanges a look with Kurtz and you stomp on Kurtz foot, he cringes you step forward closer to Jughead. “I keep him in line, if you let me join.” You hiss to him and step back smiling. ————————————————————————————-

The Serpent trials are almost painfully easy, memorization and knife grabbing is nothing compared to looking after a high Kurtz, and the dance is mostly hand movements and skimpy clothes. FP asks about your tattoo placement and you point to your side. “How good are you at cover-ups?”

“Your ghoul mark? I’ve always been curious how Malachai chose to mark his Ghouls. Guessing it’s a skull right?” You laugh shaking your head and he smirks.You’re not surprised when the other Serpents and Kurtz seem to hover as you get your tattoo. Kurtz seems annoyed you’re going to try to cover up your ghoul mark, and everyone else just wants to see it. When you tug off your shirt you can hear a few of them gasp, the scar carved into your side, notching over your ribs and sliding into your back is almost an indent; as if something had been removed. “Fucking hell. He does this to kids?” FP glares and you hear the door shut knowing Kurtz has left; his scar is worse.

“How did he decide this? There’s no way I can cover that I’m sorry you’ll have to pick a different spot.” FP shakes his head. “The closer to Malachai the more pain you have to take. The worse your scar; it’s how it is. Okay, my hip then.” The Serpent leave after that and Kurtz slinks back in, silently holding your hand.

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You’d been shunned in the Serpents, most of them not trusting you; a fact which you weren’t bothering to change. It gave you a much easier way to look after Kurtz and Jughead never bothered you unless he needed your help wrangling Kurtz to class. “Y/N.” He looks nervous and you nod for him to speak. “Kurtz is gone.” “Gone as in off his rocks on G or?” “Gone, as in he ran off.” You scowl nodding. “He’s probably out in the forest with the Gargoyles, I’ll go check on him. “No, he told me-“ You snarl shoving jughead against the wall.

“If he talked to you then what you need me for?” He frowns shoving you back. “He told me not to involve you, that I was supposed to keep you safe, that the Gargoyle King and him had a deal; he said you’d understand?” “Son of a bitch.” Jughead arches an eyebrow. “So you do know what that means, care to let me know?” You nod sighing and sitting nervously in front of the rest of the Serpents. “When we worked for Malachai, Kurtz made a deal with him, he’d do whatever he asked as long as I was kept out of the messy stuff. I’m guessing he made the same deal with the Gargoyle King, so I’m sure I’ll have to rescue him from whatever he- what?” You trail off as the serpents look away from you. “You know what happens in the game right?” “No Kurtz didn’t tell me anything.” “When you level up, after a certain amount of time, you ascend.”

“Oh so you get extra powers and-“ “In real life, you can ascend too.” “That sounds vaguely cultish.” “It is.” “So what he ascends and joins the gargoyles for good?” Jughead doesn’t meet your eyes. “Jones, what happens.”

“You die.” “Kurtz wouldn’t do that.” You try to reassure yourself. Jughead looks unconvinced but nods. —————————————————————————-

You’d heard about Jellybean’s kidnapping, about Ricky bringing her to somewhere in the forest. You knew because Kurtz had whispered it to you when he thought you were asleep, mumbling the Gargoyle King’s plans and the new game he was playing, how Kurtz fit into it. You pretended to be asleep still knowing he wouldn’t say anything otherwise. He tells you how he has to lead the Jones family through a quest then he’d finally be able to ascend, he pulls you against his chest cuddling you. You can feel him shaking. “I have to ascend he said you’d be safe if I did, he said.” He mumbles kissing your hair and tightening his grip on you, you pretend to wake. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing love, nothing, just got back to sleep; I’m gonna be gone for a little while,I have a big job coming up.” He kisses you moving the pillow back under your head as he faces you in bed. —————————————————————————————-

You’re sitting watching the gargoyles moving around in the shadows. You’re watching the way your aunt hesitates, the eyepatch you’d given her gleams and you wait wondering if you’ll have to bury her as well. You can see the Gargoyle King moving through the shadows as well, you nod to him and he moves forward, hand running through your hair. “Not you, you’re the snake’s one.” He hums muffled under the skull he wears. “What about a trade?” You can hear the crackling of bone as he turns, tilting his head. “Trade?” “Me, for Kurtz, you can do whatever you like to me, just leave him alone.” You hear more cracking and an almost chittering laugh before a breathy hiss fills your ears. “I don’t make trades.” You swallow, hearing your Aunt scream; morbidly you wonder if you’ll have enough to cover both their funerals

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Summary: Kurtz/Reader Request: Reader is part of the Gargoyles and has been chosen to be part of a quest that Kurtz has to complete TW: smut, hints of threatening actions (if you squint)

Kurtz doesn’t look up from where he kneels at the Gargoyle Kings feet. The woman in red is next to him smirking. “Game Master, while you have served me well there is a quest that needs your attention-“ she pauses raising her hand to silence how his mouth twitches. “You must deal with this new party member. She has a special quest; that only you two are involved in.” She gestures to the rest of the masked Gargoyles; they step aside and you scramble forward not looking at her or the King next to her. “Meet our Thief.” She smiles to you and you nod. The woman departs and the King hisses as he leaves. Kurtz stands and the rest of the Gargoyles depart. “Hello Game Master.” You smile softly and he smirks back. You pull out the card.

“Your Quest Thief?” You don’t respond, re-reading the quest and turning the card over twice before reading it once more. “Well Thief?” You swallow looking him in the eyes nervously. “Thief?” He sounds concerned and you shove the card towards him. “It’s Y/N.” “Satisfy the Game Master. Well how are you to do that Y/N?” He smirks again and you run your fingers around the edges of the card shivering as he says your name. “However you want me to.”

“Good answer. Follow me.” He leads you away from the camp area, and you’re expecting to go towards the bus that you know he spends time at, instead he brings you slightly further into the forest, and nudges you forward towards what looks to be a manhole in the middle of the clearing. “It’s a bunker, much better than the bus, and much better than the forest floor; unless you’re into that.” “A bunker?” “It belongs to a; friend. He won’t mind, I assure you.” You nod stepping towards the cover and moving to tug it off; confused when he watches you for a moment. “Yes?” You question and he shakes his head. “Nothing, let me help.” He moves forward; you step out of the way and he nods to the now open bunker door. “There’s a ladder.”

“Well I’m relieved we don’t have to jump.” You talk as you climb down. You make it to the floor of the bunker and walk up and down the length of it surprised how well fitted out it is. “This is nice looking.” “Yes, you are.” “Oh so it’s that kind of a satisfying then?” You arch an eyebrow and watch as he scoffs. “Did you think I brought you down here to play house with me?” “Well I thought there’d be a few more pleasantries before that began Kurtz.” “Oh you do know my name, good. You’ll need to use it in a few.” He sits on the cot and smirks again. “Strip.” He hums and you glare at him. “I don’t-“ “Satisfy your Game Master.”You sigh nodding.

“You don’t seem to actually fight back; you know I won’t hurt you right? That this is really fucked up even by my standards.” “I know; this is helped greatly that I have a crush on you.” “You have a crush on me?” Kurtz laughs and you scowl. “I’m starting to rethink it if this is how the infamous Game Master behaves.” Kurtz sighs shaking his head. “Come sit.” He nods to the cot scooting over. You drape yourself across his lap smirking. “To be honest all this Gryphons and Gargoyle’s stuff is starting to bore me. You’re the only interesting thing about it little Thief.” You tilt your head as he pulls you in for a kiss.

“What’s the most valuable thing you’ve stolen then? Who’s riches did you take?” You laugh shaking your head before you pull back taking your top off. “That’s the mistake everyone makes. I’m not a thief of the physical. I steal secrets.” He pulls you back after taking his own shirt off, you grind your hips against him and he returns the action unhooking your bra. You sit making out for a moment, moving your bodies as one before he moves his head slightly lower to leave hickeys and bite marks on your neck and chest. “And what will you take from me then Thief?” He grins as you shift, moving back to step out of your skirt and underwear.

“What will you give me?” Your hands drift around him, settling one against his back and the other on his hip steadying yourself. You stay like this for a moment, you’re completely naked but you don’t feel exposed as his hand snakes against your back pulling you closer to him for a second before he shifts, flipping you so you land on the cot, the quilt barely doing anything to soften the roughness of the cot’s mattress. He hovers at the edge of the cot pulling down his pants and boxers watching you.

“Do you want this?” He hesitates and you roll your eyes. “You really think I would’ve come all the way down here with you if I didn’t want it?” Kurtz tilts his head laughing slightly. “Do you really think you had a choice?” He crawls on top of you. “That the other gargoyles would let you leave? That the king would let you get away? Maybe the lady in red would have, she has a soft spot for girls; but the rest of them; they would have made sure your quest was fulfilled or killed you otherwise.” “And you?” You stare him down and he laughs more. “What I do, as the Game Master is none of your business Thief.” You can’t help the panic that fills your eyes and he pulls back.

“Like I said earlier the Gryphons and Gargoyles is boring me, but you, you’re interesting. I like interesting. Shall we?” He smirks nodding towards you. He doesn’t give you anymore warning than that before his hand pulls against your hips, fingers rubbing against your core and clit smirking. “Are you sure about this?” He repeats again and you nod. He nods back, fingers entering you and moving in and out for a few moments. You whine as he tugs them away and he rolls his eyes. “This isn’t about you right now. Don’t be greedy.”

“Right now, so what about later?” You question and he doesn’t respond simply moving his dick to line up against you, using both his pre-come and your wetness to ease himself into you. He leans his head down to kiss you, fully moving inside you, as he pulls back from the kiss he pull himself out before re-entering you starting to move his hips faster setting a pattern for himself. You moan softly confused when he puts a hand over your mouth, before leaning down to speaking your ear. “I want to see how long you can be quiet for. Can you do that?” You nod and he smiles. “Good; it’s nice to see a player so eager to follow the rules.” You flush embarrassed and he laughs. You sigh through your nose, biting on your lip as he moves faster.

“Barely done anything and it already seems like you’re losing. What if we raise the stakes, hm? You like that idea Thief?” You tilt your head arching an eyebrow and he smirks. “You can stay quiet for the next minute; I’ll tell you anything you want to know, anything at all. Sound good?” You nod and he wiggles his eyebrows. “Count in your head then. Just sixty seconds is all.” You nod, starting a count down from sixty, you figure that’ll be harder to break your concentration on. You’re down to 50 when Kurtz’s thumb brushes against your clit, you buck your hips slightly and he smirks. You gasp slightly when he moves his thumb faster, slightly harsher against it, still moving himself in and out of you at the pace he’s set. You can taste blood from where you bite your lip trying not to make a sound.

“Are you close?” He hums and you nod, squeezing your eyes shut unsure if he means to the time restraint he’s put over you or your own orgasm. “Like I said earlier, this isn’t about you.” He laughs, his thumb pulling away and his now free hand pulling your head up slightly to kiss you. You can feel him speeding up, your kissing swallow a faint groan from him.

“Time’s up.” You mumble and he smiles as he kisses you again. While he’s not moving any faster you watch the way his face changes slightly, you nudge his head back down kissing him. One of his hands tangles in your hair tugging slightly do he can move his mouth down giving you a very obvious hickey on your neck. You whine, each time he’s thrusting into you he’s barely touching off of your clit and you pout as you can tell he’s getting closer to coming. You squirm under him trying to gain more friction other that the minimal amount he seems to be teasing with you. You can’t help shiver when you feel him finish. You frown when he moves out of you, laying down on the cot, smirk on his face. You glare looking him in the eye as you straddle him.

“What? Oh do you want to ask whatever it is you want to know? Or is this annoyance for something different?” “Different.” He nods looking unimpressed. “You barely did anything to me, it was disappointing.” “The quest was for you to satisfy me, nothing about you beyond that.” You narrow your eyes crawling off of him. “Where are you going?” “Home, if you’re not going to offer me anything, I’ll collect my payment later.” “Whoa wait, no, stay.” He glares standing up and pulling you back towards the cot. You smile a little when he awkwardly ends up hugging you. “You know I used to be in the Ghoulies, before I was a Gargoyle right?” You nod arching an eyebrow.

“What does that have to do with you actually fucking me.” Kurtz smirks. “Well you know the rumours about the Ghoulies right?” He nudges you to the cot; you sit on it and he kneels in front of you. “I haven’t. Wasn’t much into the whole gang thing before G&G.” Kurtz smirks nudging your legs open more, head resting on your knee. “We were cannibals; do you want me to show you?” “Really, cannibals, sounds horrifying.” You laugh a little and Kurtz smirks kissing up your thigh. “So is that a yes?” “I’d love for you to show me what kind of cannibal you are.”

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Home Pt 3

Summary: Home Pt 3, Kurtz/Theo, Theo starts exhibiting more supernatural ghost powers and doesn’t tell Kurtz because he’s scared of upsetting him

Don’t scream, don’t scream. Hide, Hide. You Have to stay quiet, you have to stay. You need to hide. You need to hide.

Pain.

Hide, hide! Hide better. Don’t let them find you.Hide. Hide!hide!

Theo shivers trying to push away the voices from the nightmare he’d had. Kurtz rubs his shoulders as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Sorry. Guess watching all those horror movies over the long weekend wasn’t a good idea?” Kurtz offers a kiss as an apology and Theo nods sluggishly.

“Yeah maybe just keeping it to one movie a weekend.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kurtz hums pulling Theo back to lie in the bed.

“Can’t remember much, just like a voice.”

“Do you recognise who?”

“Nope, no clue.”

Don’t scream, don’t scream. Hide, Hide. You have to stay quiet. You have to stay. You need to hide. You need to hide.

Pain.

Hide, hide! Hide better. Don’t let them find you.Hide. Hide!hide!

The nightmare is constant, it gets clearer, no longer a black abyss, instead Theo can make out a tree at some point, the faint smell of damp earth and grass. He doesn't know where he is, but he knows there might be a field or forest nearby. He can feel dirt under his nails, he’s not sure if he’s digging or trying to climb out. All he can hear is ringing in his ears and then he feels an ache in his head before he wakes up, confused that his hair isn’t damp to his face.

“Theo, you were screaming…” Kurtz mumbles, nudging his shoulder and Theo winces, light from the window blinding him for a moment as he regains his awareness of where he is.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be, maybe you should talk to someone, from Greendale maybe?”

“Nah I’m just stressed about that history test we have coming up.” He can see Kurtz face pale, the realization that they do have a history test coming up. Theo feels a little guilty about pushing Kurtz anxiety to get the worry off of him.

Cold. Wet. Pain. Pain. Get out. Get out. Swim. Swim! Water, cold, rapids, rapids, rock, swim, swim, swim faster! Swim faster!

Theo’s not sure why this time is different, why he can recognize the sensation of water, of cold and drowning. He’s not sure if he can feel the water filling his lungs or if it’s whoever’s nightmare he seems to be having.

Theo’s tired, he always is these days but he’d agreed to go out to some Serpent thing that Jughead had needed him on, but when he makes it into the forest the smell of pine makes his chest ache. The feeling of hands around his throat make him want to scream but he can tell no one is actually touching him. From the way the voice whispers into his ear he realize what this is.

The figure is shadowy he can’t recognise them they’re not a person anymore but the way the beckon him closer makes his stomach shift.

“Why are we here?” Theo mumble and Jughead sighs, Kurtz walks up and nods to the group.

“Kurtz is here, which means this is serious?”

“One of the Ghoulies went missing. He was-”

“Tortured, they think it was the Serpents, we’re here to prove them wrong.”

“How, we're just going to stumble on a dead body and hope when the cops show up they’ll forgive us?”

“Well that’s why Kurtz is here.”

“So he can take the blame?” Theo hisses narrowing his eyes.

“No so he can deal with whatever spooky shit you did in Greendale.”

“What?”

“Harvey told me you’re like that kid from sixth sense.”

“It was one ghost…”

“That’s one ghost more than any of us have seen.” Jughead snaps.

“Oh yeah cause me having nightmares of being buried and forests and drowning and seeing whoever the fuck that is..” Theo throws his hand out as he hisses. “Means that I’m the resident ghost whisperer. Thanks for including me.” He steps towards the figure that leers closer.

“Nightmares?” Kurtz frowns a little and Theo swallows.

“They weren’t.. It’s nothing.”

“You two can talk about your relationship later, just help us find the body okay? You won’t even have to do much, just point, be a compass for corpses.” Jughead cuts in and nods towards where Theo had pointed.

“Fine. Ghost is over there, probably leading you to his body, assuming he wants peace, he won’t talk to me, so I don’t know if that’s true he might just want to kill you.”

“They can’t do that, can they?”

“Oh they can. Ghosts can touch us, we can’t touch them, well the rules might be different here. Can I go now?” Theo looks a little bored and Kurtz can tell he’s just trying not to panic about having to talk to Kurtz about the nightmares and the actual Ghost sightings.

”So, you feel better now that the body-” Kurtz starts but Theo shakes his head.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You don’t want to talk about the fact you’ve been plagued by nightmares of being murdered in the same way a Ghoulie was and then tried to brush it off to your boyfriend that there’s nothing wrong for like a week when there very much was?”

“Yeah. Just fucking drop it Kurtz I’ll talk to Sabrina about it if it really bothers you.” Theo snaps and Kurtz draws his face back in annoyance and a flicker of hurt.

“I want you to talk to me about it, but fine, whatever.”

“Where are you going?”

“Out. You should get some sleep, try not to dream of me cause we’ve seen how that ends.” Kurtz slams the door leaving Theo alone.

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Family Planning

Summary: Theo Putnam/Kurtz, Theo decides it’s time to start a family, breaking the news to everyone theo’s pregnant

”I want to start a family.”

“With me?” Theo grins from where he’s laying on the couch, Kurtz looks over from where he’s standing by the oven. “Course with you, figured if I’m getting into baking bread and being a homemaker maybe we should go with a literal bun in the oven?” Kurtz laughs and Theo chuckles.

“You’re not the one that’s gonna be pregnant. You’d just have to deal with me.”

“Mhmm, what’s the worst you’d do, have mood swings and contact the spirit world?”

“Oh maybe one of them would rearrange the furniture or something spooky, so we come home and there’s all this nursery stuff piled in the kitchen.” Kurtz grins and Theo laughs.

“Listen maybe that would happen if Sabrina got pregnant, but nothing with me, the worst is I’ll probably just yell at you more.”

“When do you not?” Kurtz laughs dodging Theo when he tries to smack him with the oven mitt.

“At least you won’t be that fast anymore and I’ll actually be able to dodge.”

“But seriously Kurtz, do you want a family with me.” Theo chews his lip turning to Kurtz in their shared bed.

“Sure.” Kurtz grins back. “Seriously Kurtz.”

“Well I mean I was feeling like I’d want it to be, uh, traditional but like we can have kids now.”

“Kurtz when is anything about us traditional.”

“Exactly, it's like the one thing I want to be traditional about.”

“That’s it? God you have like no predictability. Anyone else would be terrified to deal with you.”

“Also your dad’s a farmer, he has to own at least a shotgun, I’m not risking being on the other end of it.” Kurtz looks solem and Theo has to go get a glass of water to stop from laughing.

Theo’s not looking forward to how Kurtz is going to be acting over the next while as he looks down at the positive test in his hands. He’s trying not to think about the last time he’d done this, how he’d dragged Kurtz all the way up to greendale as he hadn’t wanted anyone here to know, and now he’s already considering the best way to surprise everyone with the news. He wonders if that’s a commentary of how much he or everyone else has changed. He supposes either way it’s a good thing.

“Hey babe what’s wrong?” Kurtz nods to where Theo is glaring at paper spread over the kitchen table.

“You need to get rid of your office.”

“My office? You mean the one place you don’t get to just waltz into any second of the day.”

“Yes, it needs to be gone.”

“Theo, it’s the one space I have that I can go to if we have a fight that’s in the house, besides we just redid the kitchen and living room so there’s more space, what else do you want.”

“Not the office.”

“Do you want half of the office, is that what this is about, some weird ‘I have an important job too’ sort of posturing, hm?”

“No just we need to get rid of the office.”

“If you can give me a solid reason, that’s not just you being bitter, I’ll be happy to rearrange the office to whatever it is you want.” Kurtz flips the next paper and starts marking it. Theo vanishes after that and Kurtz tries not to look too pleased with himself as he can hear Theo moving around upstairs.

”Toni, hey what are you doing here?”

“Theo asked me to come by.”

“If you start talking about the stupid office.”

“No I just wanted to have someone to talk about baby stuff with. Cheryl is too busy hiding and everyone else is too busy trying to get out from Hiram’s control, and I get it, but I just need someone who can go look at tiny shoes with me and squeal about them.”

“Oh yeah, cool.” Kurtz shrugs a little.

“Toni knows.” Theo grins from the stairs and Kurtz sags a little in relief.

“Oh thank fucking god, please take him and the tiny hellspawn growing in him.”

“Hellspawn? Well that’s fitting considering it’s your kid Kurtz.”

“I mean it affectionately first off, and second off, this tiny devil decided to make Theo puke on me twice.”

“Morning sickness?”

“Apparently someone doesn’t like my cooking.”

“Kurtz you sound really upset about that, you okay man?” Toni looks a little worried

“Yeah fine.” He sulks a little and Theo grins slightly.

“He was just upset because it was supposed to be an anniversary dinner, he had a whole day planned and everything.”

“Poor guy, not going to get much of that soon.”

“Mhmm, go enjoy your tiny shoes, get some nice combat boots.”

“Kurtz babies don’t even need shoes.”

“Then I’ll get them later. On my way to the party.”

“So are you nervous about telling everyone?” Toni holds up a dragon onesie. Everyone grins and Theo nods towards her, helping her up as she excuses herself to the bathroom.

“I guess. I mean I’m still so grateful that you’re letting me tell everyone at your baby shower.”

“Hey any excuse to get the attention off of me, and get free things that I can pass to you.”

“Yeah, you know what you’re having?” Theo asks and Toni shakes her head.

“Thought I should be surprised, besides I don't care as long as they are healthy.”

“Bet Cheryl is going crazy.”

“Oh man if I thought she was overprotective before, I was mistaken. I bet Kurtz is gonna go into overdrive the minute you actually show.”

“Show?” Betty’s grinning from the doorway and Theo sighs.

“Yeah I’m literally about to go tell everyone so can you please not say anything for like ten minutes.”

“Say anything about what?” Kurtz is grinning and Theo can see the way Betty’s eyes light up and he knows that Betty thinks Kurtz doesn’t know, he can also see that Kurtz realizes this and the grin on his face is making Theo uneasy.

“You feeling okay babe? That stomach bug still an issue, I told you you should have just stayed home. You keep pushing yourself and it’ll stay for another week.” Betty is vibrating with excitement and Kurtz smirks.

“Theo, tell everyone.” Toni grins and Theo grimaces when everyone turns to him.

“I’m pregnant.” Toni cheers and Betty grins, Theo can see her watching Kurtz and Theo can see the moment when Kurtz realizes it.

“Theo, can we talk?” Kurtz nudges his hand and Theo watches how he and Betty seem to be having a glaring contest.

“How much am I allowed to mess with her?”

“Kurtz don’t.”

“All I’m hearing is Kurtz yes.” He smirks.

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Home Pt 7

Summary: Home Pt 7, Theo Putnam/Kurtz, Theo goes to Stonewall Prep and things come to light

“I’m going Kurtz. It’ll be fine. Jughead will be there, there’s no way they’ll fuck with to Snakes. It’ll be okay.” Theo runs his hands down Kurtz arm.

“Sure it will, till they get wind that you’re trans or you’re in a gang, or you’re gay and they’ll rip you to shreds, maybe literally. Stonewall has monsters just like here, just like Greendale.”

“Kurtz it’s alright. I’ll be careful.”

“I know you and Jughead want to take down Hiram especially after what happened but please, be careful.”

“We will be.”

“Oh I don’t care about Jughead, I want you to be safe.”

”Welcome to Stonewall Prep. Can we get you anything?” Theo doesn’t glare but he doesn’t smile back trying to keep his face neutral. Jughead offers a strained grimace and watches as Brett almost drags them towards the dorms.

“Room’s there.” He waves vaguely and Jughead nods watching the way the other students hover behind Brett.

“So he’s the guy we have to shank?” Theo huffs a little. Jughead sighs through his nose.

“Maybe, he seems a little..”

“Not all there, you’re right, maybe the girl.”

“Girl?”

“Denise? Danna… something with a D, she was watching Brett the entire time. Making sure he was following orders, hers most likely.”

“Donna.” Jughead grins to himself and Theo chuckles a little as they’re both relaxing on the beds.

”So we have two new members. Please be nice to them.” Brett grins, leaning forward a little as he slouches in his chair.

“This is Jughead and Theo. They’re from Riverdale and Greendale respectively.” The teacher drones waving his hand before he turns back towards the door and walking through it.

“Oh with that freak who does drugs?” Donna leans forward and Theo shifts backwards.

“His name is Kurtz.”

“Course it is, like his name is really Jughead. Reinvent yourself or whatever, but dating him is fucked up.” Donna laughs and Jughead narrows his eyes.

“Why do you care?” Theo glares and pushes down the thought that he and Jughead should be laying low.

“Well if you’re going to be a student here we need to make sure you’re upholding our legacy.”

“Don’t you have to be dead to have a legacy?” Jughead laughs and Donna and Brett frown.

“Just wait, they’ll get there soon.” Theo smirks and Donna looks unimpressed.

“Did you just threaten to kill us?”

“No just said you’ll die eventually, we all will.” Theo laughs a little and Brett snorts as well.

“Told you Greendale kids were freaks.”

“Mhm, something seems off about him, more than being from Greendale.”

Theo’s exhausted. He and Jughead had been running back and forth all around Stonewall trying to figure out if they had any connection to Hiram or even the Blossoms, anything that explained the uptake in activity of the drug dealer’s meeting and the supplies being pushed through Stonewall with no records of them being there in the first place.

He stumbles a little dreading showering but decided that there’s not much of a risk right now. Of course Brett has to appear, tilting his head, he knows it’s meant to be some bullshit posturing but he can see the second Brett makes the connection.

“DONNA!” He shouts jerking backwards and Theo almost wants to laugh at how terrified he looks, Brett’s covered his eyes and it reminds him of the time Kurtz had first walked in on him changing and couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Fucking dammit.” Theo hisses as he slumps onto the bed, Jughead doesn’t look up from his computer, no doubt researching something Betty asked him to, he just gives a noise of affirmation at Theo’s horror.

It’s a little after midnight and Theo can hear someone nudging his door open. He almost doesn’t hear it but Jughead sniffles a little, a signal he’s awake and also listening. They both wait expecting to see Brett or even Donna’s face from the light the open window offers.

“Kurtz?”

“Hey babe. Jughead. Sup?”

“Kurtz what the fuck are you doing here??”

“You told me I couldn’t sell in Riverdale High so I came here.”

“You sell drugs to the students here?”

“Well yeah they need their blood to be like fifty perecent adderall to even get up in the morning at this point, poor fucks.”

“How are we going to deal with this?” Theo huffs, throwing his arms up and Jughead looks up from the notes he was taking.

“Deal with what? Kurtz drug dealing to them?”

“No the fact they know..”

“Well for now they don’t seem to want to do anything with it.”

“They told me to break up with him, Jughead!!”

“It’s cause they’re worried about losing their supply, if you break up and go back to Greendale then Kurtz will just stay here as their personal drug dealer.”

“Oh cause that’s exactly what I want to happen.”

“Well it’s an interesting point.”

“Have you been there this entire time????” Jughead scowls as Kurtz’s hand appears from under the bed.

“Mhmm, I have to keep an eye on you two, who knows what sorts of trouble you’ll get into, a gang leader and a ghost whisperer, sounds like the beginning of a teen drama series.”

“Shut it Kurtz. Can you at least get out from under the bed, how the hell did you even fit in there?”

“Hypermobility, anyways, what’re we gonna do about Donna and Brett, since they know about Theo, they’ll use it against him.”

“Well we have a free day tomorrow so I figured we could use that to come up with some plan for getting them to keep quiet.” Jughead offers and Theo nods but Kurtz narrows his eyes.

“Well while you two have fun tomorrow talking about those two idiots finding out my boyfriend's secret, I’m going to go do something about it now.”

“Kurtz, you can’t kill anyone.”

“Course, I’m not about to kill my best customers.”

“Kurtz…”

“They can still be my customers with a couple of broken limbs.”

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Graffiti

Summary: Kurtz/Reader Request: Reader keeps a journal with art/writing/etc and one night she meets Kurtz, both were in the mood to be away from their family/friends so they go to a pretty closed off place; reader brings her journal which she forgets and he can’t help but look through it & brings it back to her

It wasn’t as if the abandoned house was hard to find, but you’d never seen anyone in it, or any signs someone else had the same idea as you. Your parents had been drinking as usual but with the sudden closing of Southside your stress levels shot through the roof and you knew it was best to just avoid them.

You shimmy through the window, journal in hand, as you settle into the opposite wall, the wall itself had caved in leaving a large area to let the moon shine through. You let yourself get lost in the sketch you had planned earlier; it was a rough idea of the lunchroom from Southside, the caged area; where the Ghoulies settled on one side, the Serpent’s on the other. You blur the faces, scribbling shadows over them, and warping the Serpent and Ghoulies logo’s to meld into each other.

“That looks good.” You don’t scream, smacking the figure next to you with your journal. He laughs smiling at you as he sits next to you. “Sorry, that was rude. Nice hit by the way, almost as good as your drawings, which are almost as pretty as you.” “You realize how creepy this is right?” “Strange girl sitting in an abandoned house, drawing. Yeah a bit creepy.” He smirks and you roll your eyes.

“Did you think you were the only one who knows about this place? The Ghoulies and the Serpents having meetings here. Of course they come in the day; what about you?” “What about me?” “Why are you here?” “Y/N, I’m here to get away from my parent’s they’re-“ “Kurtz, lemme guess they drink? I’m here cause my friends are being dicks.” “Want to talk about it?” He shakes his head and you nudge him with your hand. “Come on, I hear that creepy girls in abandoned houses make great therapists.” You wink and he laughs.

“They’re just;” He shrugs turning to his backpack and pulling out a group of spray cans. “Isn’t that property damage?” You not to where he moves some of the rubble away. He pulls a bandana out and hands it to you, pointing to the one that’s covering his face. “Isn’t this trespassing?” He gestures to you both of you and you roll your eyes, closing your journal. “Want to try?” “Don’t think I’d be any good.” “It’s the same as that, just paint.” “Those are two different-“ You freeze when he wraps his arm around you pulling you against his chest.

“Shh, wait.” He mumbles into your ear and you try your best not to breathe as footsteps sound around the side of the house. As they fade he walks with you towards the door. “You should head back, wouldn’t want you to get caught up in prison, hear they aren’t nice to pretty girls.” He laughs nodding to the fence that you’d scaled. You nod back smiling under the bandana as he shoves you slightly harder towards the fence.

————————————————————————————– It probably wasn’t a good idea staying up till three am, but when you’d returned home you realized you’d left your journal, the thought of returning and getting caught by whoever was wandering around isn’t appealing. You’d still spent an hour combing through your room trying to convince yourself it had fallen under your bed some how. You reason you can go get it tonight, and you decide you’ll grab it after school. You make sure to put a blank one in your bag for school.

You’ve managed not to fall asleep in any of your classes but you can feel yourself slowly giving into the exhaustion. “Y/N! Hey, come on, can’t you at least pretend to be interested.” “Sorry I’m just tired.” You try to smile and your friend rolls her eyes. “Nevermind, it’s not important.” “Come on, finish the story, it was interesting I swear I just had a late night last night.” You nod to her and she smiles fondly. “Okay so-“ She pauses and you tap her forehead. “What? Did you forget what you were-“

“Y/N; you forgot this last night.” You turn, seeing Kurtz standing behind you holding your journal out. He tilts his head and you realize you were staring, you hadn’t thought to connect Kurtz from last night to the only other Kurtz you knew of. The Ghoulie who went off the edge on Jangle and then joined the Serpents. “Oh, hey. Thanks.” You smile pulling your journal back to your chest. “You look tired.” He nods to you before he turns and wanders off. You turn back to apologize, finding your friend has vanished; you can see the Serpent’s watching you from the corner of your eye as Kurtz returns towards them. They don’t question him and you thumb through your journal deciding nothing’s missing or marked on from what you can see so you tuck it into your bag.

You’re walking home, the trailer park not far when a motorcycle slows down enough for the rider to toss a helmet at you. You scowl catching it, watching as Kurtz flicks his visor up. “Need a ride home?” You nod, about to direct him to your house but he speeds off leaving you clinging to him. “My place, if you don’t mind?” You shrug. “Not like I have much of a choice.” “Sorry.” He looks upset at himself. “Just thought it was better to talk away from school, or your parents. Most adults don’t like me.” “Talk about what?”

“Your art, the writing and poems. They were- Hey!”He shouts when you smack him. “I didn’t mean to look through it, it fell open when I was running home. I caught part of a journal entry. It was, here-“ He tugs the journal from your bag thumbing through it; he has a faint smile on his face. “He’s staring at them again. I don’t think he realizes what he’s doing. I thought the Ghoul’s were meant to be a family like them, but judging by his face, the anguish he shows when he looks away from the Serpents, the Ghouls are nothing like he wants.’ It’s so poetic, and true, plus the drawings are nice.” He holds it out to you, the journal entry accompanied by a handful of half finished sketches of him, his face, and his hand sweeping his hair from his eyes. A sketch of him glaring, someone else’s hand on his jacket. You brush your finger over the number scribbled in the corner, looking up to him. He grins.

“Just in case you didn’t take me up on the ride.” You laugh shaking your head. “Well we can see I did, so no need for that.” “Well there’s plenty need for it, just not on the paper.” He looks towards your phone half out of your pocket and you roll your eyes pulling it out and plugging the number into it. “Happy?” You wait for a response, instead a text chime alerts and you look down at your phone -Yes. You free? I hear Pop’s does good food.- You look back up to Kurtz who smirks.

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Summary: Kurtz/Reader Request: A Kurtz/Reader, Let’s go with Kurtz being a semi-normal high schooler in this

Betty Cooper introduces herself as Riverdale Highs unofficial welcoming committee, Veronica Lodge by her side assuring you she knows what it’s like to be new to this town. You smile at both of them, letting them lead you around the school. “You were in Centerville before this right?” “Yes, but I grew up on the Southside, my parent’s moved after Jason got shot, I didn’t know Southside High was shut down, that was a shock.” You laugh a little as Betty points out your classrooms. “Well we usually eat lunch in the student lounge since it’s a bit cold out, you’re welcome to join us. We have quiet a few more friends for you to meet.” Betty beams and you nod.

You’re nervously eyeing the Serpents and Veronica pats your shoulder. “They’re harmless, nothing to worry about.” You nod, both to the Serpents and to Veronica; pulling out part of your lunch, about to eat it before you look up and watch the doorway. “Kurtz?” You sit up slightly and he turns, face shocked before he smiles walking over to you as you stand up. “Hey Y/N. What are you doing here?” “You know each other?”

“Yes?” You watch as Jughead seems more shocked to see Kurtz talking to you. “We go way back, grew up together. You hear anything from dad?” He tilts his head at you and you shake yours. “No, he’s still up on that job.” Kurtz nods, shrugging slightly towards the group of Serpent’s “These are, acquaintances..” He hesitates as Jughead and the Serpent’s nod. “Wow you have friends?” He looks at the ground and you see two of the Serpent’s roll their eyes. “I’m Fangs.” You recognize the name, from the brief summary Veronica had given you of the drama that had been happening.

“I heard you tried to kill him. What happened?” “No it wasn’t like that we were-“ “What happened?” Kurtz swallows. “I dropped him from the second floor.” “Did you apologize, at the least?” “No I-“ You arch an eyebrow and he swallows cringing. “I’m sorry Fangs.” “That’s not a proper one.” You arch your eyebrow again and he scowls, sighing as he gets on his knees grabbing Fang’s shirt. “Please forgive me. I’m sorry for trying to kill you.” Fangs nods as Kurtz stands, his hand brushing against yours.

“Don’t you feel better now?” He snorts and you roll your eyes as he pulls you into a hug, face against your neck. “I missed you.” He sighs against you nodding, and you look expectantly at him. “Well who’re these Serpent’s you’ve cozied up with; I can’t just name them based on how they look like you used to with all of dad’s friends.” You smirk as they narrow their eyes at Kurtz. “Ooh look it’s neck boy; you’re right he is tall enough to climb like a tree.” “Sweet Pea.” He holds his hand out and you smile. “Y/N, pleasure.” You name each of the serpents, they seem to take their nicknames in stride and welcome you into their group as Kurtz had been.

“Y/N Walters.” You raise your hand, you can tell someone is watching you but you ignore it. “They’re siblings, I swear. I think Y/N got taken when their parents divorced or something, like one went with their mom and the other with their dad.” Betty hisses as you walk by. You try your best to keep a straight face, but you text Kurtz to let him know what his friends seem to think. He meets you outside, letting you climb on the back of his bike. He mumbles how Jughead had been grilling him about his family, his past, he’s relieved to know Betty’s suspicions the source of the questioning.

“Oh like you would have gotten in trouble for anything else.” You know you’re far enough from the school when he kisses you on the cheek. “Do you want to tell them?” You laugh shaking your head. “I wanna see how long it takes them to figure out. Here, necklaces will be harder to spot.” “Don’t you think that’s unfair to them?” He asks as he slides his ring off his finger, looping it around the chain on his neck as you do the same. “If they’re smart enough to solve a murder I think they can figure out we’re not related.”

You’ve been roped into joining the River Vixen’s you’re a little surprised but you settle into the routine fairly easily. You like the exercise well enough and it gives you an out to the regular gym classes. Kurtz however seems extremely bothered. “What?” You ask, finally snapping as he glares at the folded uniform in your hands. “Cheerleading is stupid.” He shrugs and you shake your head. “Come one, what is it.” “It’s distracting.” You scoff at his excuse. “Distracting from what? Are you secretly he star football player? Or covering the games for the blue and gold? What could you possibly be distracted from? Being a good Christian kid?” You snicker as Kurtz wraps his arms around you pulling you against his chest.

“You’re the one who didn’t want to be public about our relationship.” “Kurtz that was when we were in middle school and half of the class still thought girls had cooties!” He laughs nodding. “So?” “So? Be as public as you want. Just no indecency.” “But indecency is the most fun.”

“I’m not getting kicked out of Riverdale High cause you want to see what’s under my cheer skirt.” You roll your eyes when he pouts. He nudges the skirt and you shake your head. “It’s not even that big a deal, you wouldn’t get kicked out for hiking it up slightly too high or anything.” He‘s half serious and you shake your head, knowing he’s joking; the bell rings and as he turns to go to his next class you brush by him, smirking. “Besides, you just assumed I’d wear anything under it anyways.” You can hear him choke at the end of the hallway when he realizes what you meant.

You’re not trying to hide it but still the panic that shoots through you when you hear some clear their throat is unavoidable. You know you weren’t being discreet, curled on Kurtz lap in the student lounge kissing him was about as public as you could get besides going at in the middle of class. You shiver slightly watching as Jughead glares at the two of you. Kurtz nudges you behind him and you peer from around his shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist. “What Jones?” “You two are related.” He states nodding and you can see the rest of the Serpents and his other friends gathering around. You roll your eyes. “We really taking advice from Mr. I’m dating my half sister?” Jughead narrows his eyes.

“You two are siblings, brother and sister, you have the same last name and I can’t count the number of times we’ve heard you both refer to your dad.” You bite down a laugh as he rants. “Do you want to tell him or should I?” “Tell me what?” “When I say dad, I mean my father in law.”

“We’re not siblings, we’re married.” You chime in and everyone stares, turning to Kurtz. “You’re married!??!” “Yes? Why do you guys think I never dated anyone..” “How did you even-“ “You go down to the court and sign the certificate? We both had parental permission and the judge agreed, it’s totally legal.” “Why though?!?!” “I love her? I’d like to spend the rest of my life with her” He shrugs at them and you loop your arm in his. “Why is that so surprising?” He asks and Jughead shrugs. Sweet Pea speaks up. “Just never thought you’d find someone so well normal.” “Should I be offended?” You ask and Kurtz shakes his head. “I wasn’t exactly;” He waves his hands and you frown. “He was acting psycho, completely believing into the whole Gryphons and Gargoyle’s nonsense.” “That game we used to play? Aww did you miss me that much? You never let me be game master I remember I got so mad I tried to burn the rule book.” “Who’d you play then?” Jughead asks out of curiosity. “The Red Paladin.” You smile back confused when they all look horrified. “What am I missing then?” You turn to Kurtz who shakes his head. “There was a Quest, to kill the red paladin.”

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Summary: Kurtz/Reader Request: If Kurtz was JD in Heathers; set to Heathers (Sorry the songs are out of order i think it fits better)

You’re not sure what to expect; all your friend had said was the Bulldogs knew how to have a wicked good time and you’re not expecting any less when she brings you to a mansion of a house where you can already hear music and laughter streaming from it. You’re laughing, having been given at least four jello shots and some sort of Jangle infused drink; you’re pretty sure it was watered down vodka mixed with Jangle but either way you can tell you’re not sober when the Riverdale kids seem to crowd the front door.

“Jesus fucking christ!” You can see the Serpent’s all in black and you make your way forward watching as Lance, the head Ghoulie grins from the doorway. “Leave.” You’re not sure how they can hear each other but you know the alcohol and jangle thrumming in your system is responsible. “I didn’t realize the Serpent’s went soft; and pink too. You should let him in, isn’t your whole thing acceptance?” You looking the girl in the pink sweater up and down laughing before you nudge her out of the way. You don’t mean for her to trip but she does stumbling backwards and you watch the Serpent’s advance. Lance pulls you behind him and you roll your eyes. “I’m fine Lance.”

“Okay.” He smirks spinning you around where you vomit onto the ground and half of the pink girls jeans. ————————————————————————————-

“Holy shit!” “One of the Ghoulies is getting the shit beat outta him!!!” You glance nervously around, you know that Lance hadn’t been transferred over to Riverdale and you wonder who they’re talking about. You make your way to the lunchroom, frozen as the ghoulie is in the middle, hands up, one of the Bulldogs pinning him onto the table by the throat; the grin on his face is worrying, stretching in the way that hints he knows something the Bulldogs don’t. “Holy fuck.” You watch as he twists to the side, foot hooked behind the Bulldogs leg so when he moves it sends him toppling to the ground. He stands brushing his leather jacket off smirking.

You watch the rest of the students milling around before you turn your attention to where the Ghoulie is leaning over the stairwell where he winks at you. “You wanna see a snake fly?” You frown looking up confused before he hauls up Fangs Fogarty and dangles him half off the second story landing. “Fuck this is gonna-“ You’re shoved out of the way as Fangs is dropped, Jughead and Sweet Pea coming to his rescue. You watch the look on the Ghoulies face; he seems angry; you’re not sure if its cause he didn’t kill Fangs or if its cause you were shoved. He finds you moments later pulling you with surprising softness towards the chemistry room; where upon inspection in the hazard shower’s mirror you find you have a scrape on the side of your face and he has bruised knuckles and a split lip.

“I can help?” He nods grinning as he lets you clean the blood from his knuckles. “Thank you.”He grins and you shrug. “It’s nothing I took a summer CPR and first aid course.” “Huh really?” “Did you take it too?” “No that’s just really useful; considering I spent the summer getting the shit beat outta me.”

—————————————————————————— “Kurtz?” You question and he smiles at you from where you’ve walked into Pop’s “You okay?” “Course.” “You’ve been here before?” You nudge his foot off the side of the booth and slide into it. “No; they’re all the same.” “Milkshakes?” You gesture to the three empty glasses. “No; small towns.” “Oh?”

“Been through too many to pay attention them anymore; you’re the only thing that’s caught my attention.” Kurtz stand grabbing what you assume is a to go shake and waltzing outside, you follow. “Kurtz?” “I’m fine.” “How many of those have you had?”You watch as he empties three jangle tubes into his shake. “Two besides these three. Assuming you mean the Jangle not the shakes.” He grins and you nod. “Jesus, how do you hide that from your parents?”

“My what?” He laughs. Pulling you against him offering the shake out. You shake your head. “What happened?” “To me? Or them?” “Both?”you question and he shrugs. “They got too into drugs; couldn’t pay back there dealer; he’s my uncle now; we move around a lot. Hence the diner’s.” “What about them.” “They’re always the same; it’s a comfort.” “So what you’ll just wait till you move and drain the next one of all of it’s shakes?” He grins shaking his head. “Don’t wanna leave now; not with you here.”

———————————————————————- “Hey Jones, you fall off your bike or something?. Didn’t take you for a klutz.” You call out laughing when you point to the scar on his shoulder. Betty narrows her eyes at you. “You’re a ghoul right? You should know all about how that happened.” She snarls and you tilt your head. “I wasn’t aware the Ghouls were still in business, let alone threatening a teenager like myself.” “You better watch it.”

“Or what you’ll get the snakes to beat me up? What is that ten against one, yikes not good odds, betcha you’d make bank on bets though.” You watch the way Betty smirks and you remember she practically owns the Blue and Gold as well as the River Vixens. “I’ve told you to stay in your lane before.” “Seems like my lane is getting small and smaller these days.” You bite back and she nods.

“Watch it.” Cheryl grins like a shark and you slink out of school after practice wandering around until you spot Kurtz in Pop’s window. “Hey.” He looks up smirking. “Hey. You need something?” Your grin matches his as you pull his burger over. “Food I’m starved and Cooper’s gonna kill me tomorrow.” “Last meal then.” You grin at him. He laughs nodding. You leave after eating half of his food and wander around town until you decide you shouldn’t just wait to die.

When you make it front of a relatively normal looking house you watch for a moment seeing the downstairs light go off and a new light appear on the window to the left, you reason the right is Kurtz room and you climb up the ladder that’s been left on the side of the house. “Kurtz?” You mumble into the darkness watching as he sits up, light turning on. “Y/N the fuck you doing in my room.” “I decided to change my last meal.” “Oh? To what?” “You.” He pulls you against him kissing you until you can’t breathe. “Please Kurtz?” You mumble dragging his hands against your skin and under your clothes. “Come on; I’m yours.” He swallows anything else you were going to say in a kiss. —————————————————————————

“Y/N. You okay?” “Yeah fine.” You try to shrug off how Kurtz leans over to look at you. “What happened?” You turn from him shrugging. “Nothing.” “Y/N.” You try your best not too look him in his eyes but you can’t help watching as his hand brushes your shoulder and up to your face. “Come on Y/N, was it the Bulldogs? The Serpents? Who hurt you?” You chew your lip. “They didn’t mean it Kurtz I swear; it was just at that party before you came in Lance was trying to be funny got me tangled up in the Serpent’s radar for puking on Betty. It’s not a big deal.” “You have a handprint on your cheek from where someone slapped you. That’s more than enough.”

“Kurtz, please don’t hurt anyone like you tried to hurt Fangs.” “I won’t. I promise; no hurting anyone like Fangs.” “How do I know you’ll keep it?” You feel his hand drifting up to your uninjured cheek brushing it softly. “I love you. I won’t let anything I or anyone else does take you away from me.” You flush when he kisses you. He pulls back calling a boy over. “Hey Ricky; you know your friend JellyBean? I have a quest for both of you; sound fun?” Kurtz grins and you roll your eyes fondly as he pulls out his G&G book. “Yeah, can we start now Game Master?” “Of course. Go wild.” He grins and you laugh Ricky turns. “Oh is this your princess?” Kurtz nods and you laugh more; turning as Ricky leaves. “Princess? Have I been missing out on getting spoiled then?” You laugh as he pulls you against him kissing you.

———————————————————————————— “Kurtz? Jughead said that you were trying to kill his little sister? That she’s missing?” Kurtz turns shaking his head smiling at you. “No she’s staying at Ricky’s I gave them one of those like two day off board quests. They’re pretty involved.” He smiles pulling you into his arms kissing you. “Nothing to worry about, now would you be willing to come with me to Pop’s?” “On a date?” You grin and he nods pulling you closer resting his head on yours. “Jone’s is gonna say all sorts of nasty shit about me. He and Cooper, and her friends have it out for me. Think it’s cause I used to run with the Ghouls.” “I’m guessing that’s why I’m preferred dead as well.” You laugh and Kurtz shakes his head in disbelief.

“You weren’t a Gargoyle though?” “Yeah I got out of it after the Ghoul’s went up north. Didn’t want to be without ‘em. Figured I could go back to being a normal high schooler ya know.” “And look how easily that went out the window.” he nods and you shrug. “I’ve had worse than some wannabe gang leader calling my boyfriend a kidnapper just cause he doesn’t like his little sister’s new friend.” Kurtz nods kissing you once more. “Stay with me?” “Always.” You hum as he gestures to his bike, you swing on it before curling against his back.

————————————————————————————- You know you weren’t meant to find out what was actually going on with the Jones’; everything that they were going to suffer through; you hate how fitting it was for them and you can’t help but feel less sorry than you should as you read through the instructions and plans Kurtz had been given and laid out. You read through confused at the addition of a gun; none of the parts of the quest had bothered saying to threaten them; the idea that Jellybean was going to be hurt was more than enough motivation. You get to the last pages something about ascension and you remember Kurtz mentioning it as a sort of prize at the end of the game. You know you shouldn’t be poking around in it; everyone had been saying it was how those kids ended up dead but when you overhear Betty and Jughead talking about it; talking about the suicide does the gun being added click into place.

“Y/N can I ask you something?”You turn where he pauses tracing patterns on your bare shoulder as you sit up from his chest. “Of course.” “If I was going to; would you ascend with me?” “Don’t I have to play the game? When are you planning it?” You laugh a little and he shrugs. “Just, would you?” He watches and you nod slowly.

“Of course. I want to be with you.” He smiles nodding back and kissing you. “I love you.” “I love you too.” You untangle yourself from him in the middle of the night. You hate the idea of going to the Serpent’s but you tap on one of the trailer doors. “Hey Fang’s right?” You watch the Serpent nod, half asleep. “Yeah you’re Kurtz-“ “He’s going to try to kill me.” —————————————————————————————–

You don’t care that the Serpent’s are staying out of it. You’d thrown together a convincing ‘sleeping body’ in your bed and then returned to following Jones out towards where you knew Jellybean wasn’t. You watch as he pulls the gun nodding towards Jughead. You don’t say anything staying in the shadows and waiting. You watch, they’re talking, it’s taking too long you wonder why Jughead is trying to keep him talking. You watch as he shoves Jughead into the box and locks it. You stumble forward when he raises the gun. “Kurtz?” He turns frowning. “Y/N, no you’re not supposed to be here! You should be in bed!” “So one of the Gargoyles can kill me?” “No so you don’t have any part in this, so you’re safe!” He shouts and you cringe back. “Kurtz, just-“ You step closer as he steps back and you pause.

“Please Kurtz; please.” You reach forward and can see him lower the gun slightly, it shakes and you nod. “Just please put-“ He shoves you down firing into the dark. “Stay down, don’t move. Please Y/N don’t move.” He mumbles as he shakes you slightly, you assume someone is waiting in the shadows to see the job through, hence why he shot at them. He leans over you pressing his forehead to yours.

“I’m sorry. Just give me a minute okay baby? Just a second I swear; I’ll be back when its safe.” You’re confused when he presses a line of tape over your mouth and steps back. You hear the gun go off once more. You wonder if he hit anyone. ——————————————————————————-

“It’ll be okay.” You know he’s talking to you but you don’t bother looking back up to him. “You’ll be fine; now that this whole Gargoyle king business is over you can go back to actually being a normal high schooler.” He laughs and you turn your head away. “Y/N? You okay?” You look over to see Jughead and the rest of the Serpents. “Yeah. Fine.” They don’t say anything just nod and you turn back to watch Kurtz face crinkle in annoyance. “You shouldn’t hang out with them. Serpent’s are as dumb as a sack of rocks.” He laughs and you shake your head. “Had more sense than you.” “Low blow Y/N; Low blow.”

“Should’ve taken your own advice.” “And what? Shot my heart? I wasn’t about to shoot you.” “Could grazed your arm; something to shed blood but not;” “Not what?” Kurtz twists scowling as you start to cry. “Hey Y/N; you okay? We’re going to get Pop later; you want to come?” You nod turning away from the carved stone and the gargoyle statue that sits in front of it. “Yeah sounds good.”

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You’re not surprised when your cousin Sam and your uncle are standing outside the fence. “Heyyyy Y/N. You have a good time at camp.” Sam winks and you roll your eyes stepping past the barbed wire fence of Centerville Correctional Center. “You got out early. We have time to grab breakfast before school if you want.” He smiles and you laugh nodding.

“I’d kill for a burger.” Sam holds his hands up. “You did according to the yard gossip right?” He barks laughing when you smack his shoulder. “I know, I know, it was a joke for Christ sake. We need to thank that lawyer by the way; what do you think we should give her?” You shrug. “I can think when I’ve had food.”

Sam’s decent enough not to comment on your clothes, what you had been brought in wearing; a painfully short skirt and an almost see through top. “You’ll have to change before school. Well at least grab a sweater or some shit. Pretty sure Kurtz left one in the car you can steal.” He nods to you and you tug over the half stack of pancakes he ordered. “Those are mine!” He smacks your hand and you pull one over drowning it in syrup as you push the rest of the plate over. “I think I might puke looking at that.” He snorts as you finish it, dipping the sausage into the leftover syrup. “I haven’t had anything besides prison eggs for breakfast for almost four months. I would drink that entire bottle if I wouldn’t puke from it.” Sam nods. “Come on then, school time, you’re gonna sugar crash if you have more of that shit.”

You weren’t surprised when Southside High shut down; although you were surprised both you and Sam had been transferred to Riverdale; he’d said something about the rest of the Ghoulies being in Greendale. You avoid walking with the other Southsider’s, who move from Pop’s; you avoid the buses and slip into Sam’s car. “You know he’s going to kill me right? For not telling him you’re in town.” Sam scowls as he pulls into the parking lot. You roll your eyes. “He won’t; he’ll be too distracted with me. Don’t worry. What class is he in now?” “English, you have math with me. Come on, I’m sure the teacher’s going to love you.” He smirks and you grip onto Sam’s arm. “Hey; you’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.” You nod settling next to him as the teacher isn’t in. No one moves to greet you but you tap Sam’s arm. “What?”

“Nobody here knows I got in trouble right?” He shrugs. “Most of them don’t know who you are. And really ‘trouble’ you could at least hint at the whole criminal vibe you’re oozing, you look like you rolled off a prison bus an hour ago.” He says as the teacher comes in and starts the lesson. You catch a few people looking at you, but you reason it’s either the fact you’re new or that it looks like all you’re wearing is an oversized hoodie.

“Lunch now; he usually sulks around the Serpent’s.” You nod and Sam’s hand tugs your shoulder. “He might not be to happy to see you.” You turn frowning at him. “Why?” “Because of what happened.” “I didn’t do anything!! He knows that!” You stomp your foot and Sam snorts rolling his eyes. You snarl shoving him, before he shoves you against the wall. “Try me Y/N. I dare you.” You see someone’s hand push against Sam’s shoulder and you’re confused as he lowers his arm.

“You’re new right?” The Serpent turns to you smiling. “Yes. Sorry about Sam, my cousin has a bit of a short temper; he hasn’t given you any trouble?” You ask. “No Kurtz is more trouble.” He laughs half shrugging. “How?” You tilt your head and Sam smirks. “He tried to kill me. I’m Fangs, pleasure.” You nod side stepping Sam and Fangs. “Would you like a proper apology?” You ask Fangs as he walks with you and Sam towards where ever he eats lunch. You’ve already spotted Kurtz in the student lounge.

“I don’t get why you’re so uptight about the stupid rules, you’re not even the official leader you still have to-“ Kurtz trails off and you know he’s spotted you. “I heard you tried to kill him. What happened?” “No it wasn’t like that we were-“ “What happened?” Kurtz swallows you look unimpressed as he stays quiet. “I dropped him from the second floor.” “Did you apologize, at the least?” “No I-“ You arch an eyebrow and he swallows cringing. “I’m sorry Fangs.” “That’s not a proper one.” You arch your eyebrow again and he scowls, sighing as he stands, you whack at the back of his knee and he kneels after he stumbles, glaring at you as you nod to Fangs.

“Please forgive me. I’m sorry for trying to kill you.” Fangs nods as Kurtz stands, his hand brushing against yours. “I missed you.” He says and you roll your eyes as he pulls you into a hug, face against your neck. “I missed you too.” He sighs against you nodding, and you look expectantly at him. “Well who’re these Serpent’s you’ve cozied up with; I can’t just name them based on how they look like you used to.” You smirk as they narrow their eyes at Kurtz. “Ooh look it’s neck boy; you’re right he is tall enough to climb like a tree. Not bad looking either, you didn’t tell me they looked like a boy band.” “Sweet Pea.” He holds his hand out and you smile.

“Y/N, pleasure.” You name each of the serpents, they seem to take their nicknames in stride and welcome you into their group as Kurtz had been. You meet Jughead’s friends Archie and Veronica and his girlfriend Betty; as well as Josie and Kevin. You sit draped half on the chair half over Kurtz, his hand running through your hair. They watch you oddly and you assume it’s based on the fact you’re a ghoul. Kurtz smirks seeming to enjoy there discomfort and you wait for an explantation that doesn’t come. You notice his hands linger on you more when someone’s watching. You joke about him being a voyeur and Jughead visibly gags. You can’t help but laugh joining Kurtz in whatever odd game he’s playing with the Serpents. Your favourite is when Betty caught you kissing him and tripped over the trashcan when she tried to leave. You’re not sure you’ve ever seen her look so disgusted and it makes you dissolve into a fit of giggles every time you picture it.

“Y/N Walters.” You raise your hand, you can tell someone is watching you but you ignore it. “They’re siblings, I swear. I think Y/N took the fall or got transferred out or something to do with jail, but they’re siblings.” Betty hisses as you walk by. You try your best to keep a straight face, but you text Kurtz to let him know what his friends seem to think. He meets you outside, sliding into the back of Sam’s car with you. Sam glares fixing the mirror so you know he can see both of you. “You’ll have to tell them.”

“But it’ll be funny to watch them guess. I bet it’ll take a week.” “I’m still surprised they haven’t caught on, you think the rings would be a dead giveaway. I really think there’s only so many times they can catch us making out before it boils over.” “Well to be fair they’ve seen me wear mine for months without mentioning you.” “Ooh what about necklaces?” “No that’s too hard they’re Serpent’s remember, dumb as a sack of bricks.” Kurtz laughs. “Yeah they gotta be dumbasses to let you in.” You grin when he smacks your shoulder. “That’s it, no welcome home meal.” You laugh more. “And you knew I was coming today?” “Well you’re not going to be now.” “Will you two shut up about-“ Sam glares from the front seat. “You know what they say about people who get out of prison right Sam?” “I swear if you-“

“They’re incredibly sexually frustrated.” You have tears in your eyes at the disgust on Sam’s face. “She’s my cousin Kurtz, I don’t want to hear anything involving my cousin again.” “You do know she’s my wife right so we’ve-“ “Shut it!” Sam slams the breaks on and Kurtz gets shoved into the back of the front seat grumbling. “Fine, Y/N’s a god damn virgin, you happy?”

You’re not trying to hide it but still the panic that shoots through you when you hear some clear their throat is unavoidable. You know you weren’t being discreet, curled on Kurtz lap in the student lounge tongue in his mouth was about as public as you could get besides going at in the middle of class, which was something you had shot down when he suggested it. You shiver slightly watching as Jughead glares at the two of you. Kurtz nudges you behind him and you peer from around his shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist. “What Jones?”

“You two are related.” He states nodding and you can see the rest of the Serpents and his other friends gathering around. You roll your eyes. “We really taking advice from Mr. I’m dating my half sister?” Jughead narrows his eyes. “Charles shares one of our parents and-“ “He’s your sibling, so you’re dating your half-sibling. Not to mention didn’t your parents fuck when your dad was off being a serial killer?” You comment and both him and Betty glare. “We’re not actually siblings, unlike you two.” You assure them. “You two are brother and sister! You have the same last name, and you call your dad, well dad! The same dad!!”

“Kurtz do you want to tell them? I think they’d get a kick outta you saying it.” “Say what?” Jughead eyes Kurtz warily. “When I say dad, I mean my father in law.” “We’re not siblings, we’re married. You idiots” You chime in and everyone stares, as you hold up your ring, waving it slightly. The Serpent’s stare; turning to Kurtz. “You’re married!??!” “Yes? Why do you guys think I never dated anyone..” “You’re psycho! No one would want- Why? How would you even-“ “You go down to the court and sign the certificate? We both had parental permission; totally legal. Also I love her, it’s not that hard to think or do.” He shrugs at them and you loop your arm in his. “Why is that so surprising?” He asks and Jughead shrugs. Sweet Pea speaks up.

“Just never thought you’d find someone so well normal.” “Oh they don’t know; Sam was right.” “Right?” “I spent my summer in the Centerville Corrections Center. Wrong place, wrong time and all that.” you smile at them and they hesitate. “Why was it the wrong place at the wrong time.” One of them asks. You turn to Kurtz and he shrugs. “Your call.”

“I used to be a runner, not track, I got caught up on a pretty big job near Greendale, didn’t make it out at the right time is all.” “So you went to jail?” Jughead states and you nod. “Basically. I mean they let me out pretty quick, just gave me tons of community service. Which I still have to do, so that’s how I’m spending my summers.” “Y/N; you can’t just tell them that. The full story.” You glare rolling your eyes. “I was in the wrong place and the wrong time, with a knife; and one of the other runners got stabbed at the same time, it was a really weird coincidence.” “Oh my god?” “Yeah I get it I stabbed someone and-“ “You married Kurtz, like you actually chose to marry him? Him of all people.” “You’re insulting me in front of my wife after she just admitted she stabbed someone? Jesus the Serpent are dumb as fuck.”

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Family Matters Pt 2

Summary: Pt 2 Family Matters; Kurtz and you go ‘on the run’

You’d been surprised when Kurtz had pulled up to an actual house; flicking out a key you’d never seen to open the door. He limps slightly but gestures around. “Welcome home.” “You own a house?” You stare in shock and he shakes his head. “No it’s my older brothers; he got the family house when our parents died so he lets me stay here.” “Jesus what the fuck does he do that lets him keep two houses.” “Drug dealer; also works for the DEA when he gets bored.” “Wait, he deals drugs and works for the DEA? How do they not catch him??” “Well he’s pretty smart but anytime he does get caught they let him off since he gives them information on other dealers. It’s more valuable for them to have him out than in prison.” “Okay that’s fucked up.”

“Never said it wasn’t; besides if he did go to prison he’d just get everyone in there addicted and in debt to him so it works out way cheaper for the government in the long run to let him run around; hence why I get the house.” You nod watching as he slumps on the couch. “I’m sorry about dragging you away from your family; you can go back if you want…” “No I want to stay.”

“You sure? This place is a mess.” He shakes his head swallowing “I’m a mess.” He mumbles quieter and you sit next to him arm wrapping around his shoulders. “I don’t think you are; but you’re mine; whatever you think of yourself is what I want of you.” You smile at him and he nods looking in your eyes before he kisses you. “So we have the entire house to do whatever we want with?” You grin and he grins back.

Your phone ringing wakes you up and you hisses when you have to stand up and the brightness blinds you. “Hey mom, I’m good staying at a friends house; I’m sorry for storming off; dad was just a little extreme.” You listen to her assure you that you’re welcome back home but she does advise you staying away for a few days just to let your father calm down. “Mom he was gonna throw Kurtz and I to the serpents or Ghoulies; they could’ve actually killed us!” You hang up after she apologizes once more and then you return to the bed groaning when Kurtz nudges your shoulder. “I’m getting breakfast you want the usual?” You nod debating going back to bed but you’d remembered him saying the house will probably need to be cleaned so you figure you might as well get started.

You’re surprised at how clean the place is. You’ve mostly been folding various blankets and dusting any surface you can. You’re debating running a load of laundry; almost completely throw blankets when Kurtz returns grinning and holding up the Pop’s take out bags. “There’s stuff to make pancakes in here you know that right..” Kurtz wrinkles his nose as he dusts of a couple of plates and rinses them. “I wouldn’t trust it.” “It’s pancake mix I’m pretty sure that never expires….oh my god.” “What?” Kurtz looks up from where he’s drowning his pancakes in syrup; he squints. “Does that say June 2003? Jesus I’m pretty sure that was before my brother went to jail the first time.” He pauses watching as you throw the entire box and half of the cupboards contents into the trash bag.

“So you’re welcome for the Pop’s pancakes.” “Did you buy yourself your own syrup bottle?” “Yeah; I use a lot…” he shrugs a little and you stare at the almost empty bottle he sets down. “I’m pretty sure you’re just drinking syrup and the pancakes have dissolved into it.” “Probably; but it keeps me off Jangle so there’s that.” “You use Jangle?” “Used to.” ”What made you change?” “You.”

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Mercy Quest

Summary: Kurtz/Reader; When you’re freed from the Sisters you return to the only thing you know TW: Violence, threatening language, bodily harm

You’re hesitant when Betty appears dressed as the Gryphon Queen, the cloak and her headdress are wrong but you decide the chance at getting out is worth following a liar. When you step into the night, seeing her smiling at Ethel, you can feel rage bubbling under your skin; you tense, stepping forward; you’re not sure what attacking her would accomplish but you know it will feel good. You’re about to move forward when a figure catches your eye, he’s hovering behind their line of sight smirking as he puts a finger to his lips. You step back, anger draining enough for you to see him clearer, you watch as he holds up a copy of gryphon’s and gargoyles; you look to where Betty and Ethel are trying to round everyone up; and you follow the boy into the shadows.

“What were you doing in there?” He hums fingers playing with your hair, you look up half asleep already and you shrug. “My parents said I had behaviour problems; and the doctors said I didn’t have anything wrong with me except when I got too sad I hurt myself; so I wasn’t allowed to be alone.” “Okay, so I wont leave you alone.” He grins tilting your chin as he kisses you.

You wake crying, to feel his arms around you, hand over your mouth; you know you’re being too loud. You sniffle trying your best to quiet as he pulls you against his chest hand moving from your mouth into your hair as you sob into his shoulder. “Hush, it’s alright; it’s alright. Just a bad dream; just a bad dream.” He repeats automatically and you can feel him jump when you start talking. “He took you; you died. You’re mine, not supposed to be taken; mine.” You hiss nails digging into back and he smirks. “Easy there, the king has a plan for us remember, he wanted us to ascend together.” “No. I want to stay here with you. Just us.” He hushes you with a kiss and you pull away frowning.

“Don’t you want me?” His finger’s trace the scars along your arms. “You’re not mine to want. You’ve spend so much time trapped there; it’s not fair for me to keep you here like a pet.” “I want to stay with you. Please; please let me stay.” “Would playing a game help?”You nod and he pulls out his rule book. “Now; you’re the druid correct?” You nod scooting forward and Kurtz pulls you into his lap as he reads to you.

You spend most nights like this, curled in his arms reading the manuals and devising quests for each other; he offers you an off board quest; something to soothe your ‘druid nature’ he explains. “De-fang the wolf cub?” He grins nodding and you find the boy running through the woods; you must look as dishevelled as he does because he grabs your hands and leads you in a doubled backed loop until he comes to the abandoned house. You know he doesn’t know its yours. “We should be safe here.” He mumbles and you nod following him confused why he’s so trusting. “What’re you doing out in this forest anyways.” “The uh, Sister’s of Quiet Mercy they-“

“Oh right that creepy prison mental hospital church place that got shut down; Jesus you really look the part either way. So you play G&G?” He grins and you nod. “I’m a level seven Thief.” His smile darkens and your eyes light up. “I’m a level seven druid!” “Oh we match level’s I should see if we match other things.” His hand moves up your thigh and before you can say anything Kurtz has pulled him back shoving him on the ground foot over his throat. “You ever touch her like that; well, actually we won’t need to worry about that.” He grins and nods, you grab the plier’s he’d given you and nervously walk over to them. “You’re a little big for a Wolf-cub but beggars can’t be choosers.” You kneel down and watch as he struggles. You run your hand through his hair. “Shh; it’s alright, just a few fangs is all; just a few fangs.” You cover his eyes as you force his mouth open; you hate how sad he looks.

He’ll save us won’t he?” You turn watching Kurtz as he paces in the living room of the abandoned house. “Hmm, well your name is on the sacrifice list; maybe we can take it off if we exchange it for someone else.” “I put it there.” You smile triumphantly nervous as Kurtz jerks forward pressing you against the wall. “You said you wouldn’t leave me! Being a sacrifice; that’s leaving!” He snaps pulling you forward into a kiss before shoving you down on the mattress. You don’t struggle as he crawls on top of you. “I thought I was the Game Master. You need to follow my rules do you understand?” You nod as he pulls back before nudging your foreheads together so you look him in the eyes; you can feel one of his hands pulling your arms up straining them as he pins them down. “You follow my rules. Understand.”

“Yes.” “You will not be a sacrifice. You will not die unless I kill you myself.” His hand tightens around your wrists and his free hand moves shoving the dress you’re wearing up around your waist. “Don’t you want to be good for your Game Master? Don’t you want to ascend?”

You don’t argue when Kurtz tells you he’s leaving the house and you have to stay there. You know what will happen if you leave; Betty and the others will find you and you won’t get to ascend or ever play G&G again. So you stay quiet and you stay hidden. When the Gargoyle King himself appears, his hands reaching out for you, you curl into his chest and he hums as he directs you where to go. It’s the middle of the night; the safest time to travel. You avert your eyes when he removes his mask. “Look at me Y/N.”

“Kurtz.” You breathe out in awe and he smirks. “Game Master is king; remember.” He winks and you nod following him from the house towards what looks to be a hunting lodge. If you want to be a sacrifice; one you shall be.” He grins. “Hush Y/N. Hush. This will only take a moment; stop squirming.” Penelope looks unconcerned from the chair she lounges in. “Oh come now, you wanted this; don’t lie and try to get out of it.” She rolls her eyes; you watch nervously as the Gargoyle King moves from in front of the fire; the iron rod in his hands glowing a blinding orange. You’re surprised you don’t scream; confused that there’s no smell of burning; it’s not till you wake up that you even realized you passed out from the pain.

“We have to finish the game.” You nod to the rest of the Gargoyles who look around at each other. “Listen; Y/N you know it’s a game right? That it-“ “It’s real!” They quiet nodding as they cast a look as Kurtz walks in glaring. “Kurtz; sir.” You snicker and Kurtz rolls his eyes hand drifting around your neck as he leans forward arms incircling you as you sit on the chair as the Gargoyle speaks, muffled under his mask. “Yes?” “The Jones’ their; quest, has been set up.” “We have all the pieces?” He looks up as one of the gargoyles shoves a woman forward. “Penny is it?”

“Listen you little piss ant-“ Kurtz smirks when you shove yourself up towards her teeth bared. “You’ll forgive our Druid; a little too much time in the forest communing with the animals messes you up; as you can see.” Kurtz hums and you return to his side watching the woman who looks pale. “She’s one of the kids from Mercy isn’t she.” “You heard about all of ‘em getting taken to that chop shop yeah?” Penny swallows. “Wild animals don’t belong on farms.” He laughs and you grin with him tracking Penny who seems annoyed. “Listen kid.” She approaches you later that night and you watch her for a moment. “What they got you on. Fizzle rocks? Jangle? G? Some unholy combination of the three?” You grin shaking your head. “There’s no fuckin’ way you’re sober.”

“Why you think I was in Mercy’s? It’s a hospital to you know.” You grin more and step forward she looks unimpressed. “You know you can’t hurt me; I’m useful and-“ “To the quest; you can be useful and be injured before they play.” You grin darting forward her hand clamps over your arm and you yelp. You grin when she’s slammed back Kurtz snarling corralling you back towards the bed you share. You reappear to Penny hours later you try not to laugh when she backs up looking behind you to try to spot Kurtz. “Mercy ain’t the only one’s that keep animals; Gargoyles like having pet snakes too.”

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Stone Snake

Summary: My take on Kurtz’s backstory

It’s Fangs who brings up Kurtz’s behavior, how they’d been talking, Kurtz antagonizing them before he’d just stopped for thirty seconds, frozen before he continued, his words slurred slightly. Jughead brushes it off as a slightly too much Fizzle Rocks, but when Sweet Pea says the same thing twice later that week he makes a point of confronting Kurtz; well trying to but he finds Kurtz out for the next two days.

When he shows back up he looks worryingly sick to Jughead. The normally wide alert eyes he has are half closed and glassy. His entire body looks like he’s about to fall over, partially from his own weight and the overall exhaustion that causes him to drag himself into the chair and close his eyes leaning back. Even when Fangs quips how he looks like he’s going to be dragged to hell with all his slouching he doesn’t do more that offer a sleepy chuckle. When he gets up to change classes and his arm jerks outward almost hitting Toni; the rest of the Serpents tense waiting for a fight.

“I’m sorry.” Is all he mumbles before he slips out into the rushing hallway. The Serpents are left confused and Toni doesn’t say anything when he asks if she said something to bother Kurtz.

Jughead watches him at lunch, how his head droops against his shoulder as he curls into the armchair, folding over himself and wincing as he digs through his bag, pulling out a pair of dark sunglasses to cover his eyes. “Kurtz.” He tilts his head up to Jughead who stands over him. “Yes?” Jughead sighs nervous at the lack of fight in Kurtz for the past few days. “You okay?” Kurtz lowers the sunglasses; Jughead notes he looks confused chewing his lip before nodding. “Yes, just stress.” He states, almost questioning himself but Jughead lets it go for as long as it takes Kurtz to stand. It’s no longer let go when Kurtz is walking from the student lounge and his leg gives out from under him. Jughead hears the gasp he sucks in as he falls, stumbling up as if nothing happened, hand digging into the back of his head as he steady’s himself.

“Betty.” Jughead speaks to get her attention and she watches as he sits down next to her. “What’s in Kurtz’s file?” Betty shoots him a confused look. “Besides the criminal activity? I’d assume not much, why?” Jughead shakes his head. “Something’s wrong with him, besides the Fizzle Rocks and G&G issues. I need to know what it is, despite everything he’s still a Serpent.” Betty nods retreating from the student lounge. It takes her fifteen minutes before she returns holding a thin file. “This is it?” She nods scowling as he flicks it open. “C. Kurtz Walters.” Betty speaks but Jughead’s already read down the page scowling. “Of course he’s from there.” Betty skims the rest of the page to find what’s annoyed Jughead, at the bottom of the page written almost as a footnote.

-Request records from the Sisters of Quiet Mercy. - They both look at each other and they know exactly where they’ll be spending their weekend. “You can’t just ask him?” Betty questions in their last class. Jughead shakes his head. “I don’t even know if he’s ever given me a straight answer, better to gather more information before asking.” He shrugs as he tugs his jacket on after the bell rings.

They call on Sister Woodhouse directly, she does little to hide her disgust and annoyance at them showing up. “What do you two want now?” “Our friend, Kurtz. He grew up here, we wanted to get his records for the school to have.” Sister Woodhouse raises an eyebrow as she sits behind her desk. “Why can’t the school request it then? And why you two?” Betty smiles tightly and hands over a folded piece of paper. They wait as she reads it, Sister Woodhouse passing it back to Betty nodding.

“Follow me.” She leads them down a corridor and into a small room filled with filing cabinets. “His name?” “Kurtz, Walters.” Jughead states. “Kurtz?” Sister Woodhouse frowns eyes darting back and forth as if searching for something. “Oh you mean Conrad, such a good boy.” Betty’s eyes dart to Jughead who rolls his, before pulling a half blurred photo he’d manage to get of Kurtz. He shows it to Sister Woodhouse, and she smiles.

“Oh that’s definitely Conrad, wild little boy he was, always wanted to play. Hated camera’s; still does if that’s the best photo you have of him, still unmistakable.” “He hates camera’s?” Betty probes and Sister Woodhouse nods holding the identification photo up, one of the other boy’s is holding Kurtz back, his arms restrained and his eyes wide and fearful. “It was really the flash he hated. Something about those bright lights scared him.” Betty nods hovering her phone to take photos of his files. Sister Woodhouse retreats from watching them to scold one of the children who are peeking in the door. Betty frowns putting her phone away and sliding the file between two of the books in her bag next to the letter her mother forged. Her and Jughead are in his trailer reading over the file.

Name: Conrad Kurtz Walters. Gender: Male Age Admitted: Four D.O.B: October 2002 Reason for Admission: Orphan, untreated illness specified as abandonment reason. Symptoms: Hallucinations, nightmares, tremors, anxiety, loss of appetite, crying spells, violent outbursts. “Jug look at this.” He frowns at the paper Betty pulls out. He notes the dates have changed, it seems to make Kurtz around seven when the second half of the page was written. Therapeutic treatments: Grief counseling, aversion correction. Bereavement and CBT therapies considered. Betty shakes her head as he reads. “Not that, this.” She points to the bottom of the page, her body tensing as her eyebrows furrow. Grief counseling: Failed. Aversion Correction: partial success. ECT advised. Jughead turns the page. ECT approved. ECT administered daily. ECT Successful. Patient reports no negative behaviors or coping mechanisms used three days post ECT. Jughead flips through the rest of the file, wincing as he reads out. Patient reported relapse, staff confirmed, resume ECT. ECT administered daily. ECT successful. Patient reports negative coping mechanisms. ECT rescheduled. ECT administered daily for two additional weeks. ECT successful. Treatment concluded. “ECT?” “Electroconvulsive Therapy. Where they shock you, it’s proven useful for treating depression as well as more serious mood disorders when done right.” Jughead reads. “Why would he need- Jug, oh my god.” Betty pulls out more papers, old notes it looks like and her and Jughead read over them.

Conrad was found at four years old, on the Blossom’s grounds. He was unable to say where he came from, or who his family was, traces of sedative were found in his system. It was likely he was being moved from one area to the other. Potentially part of a human trafficking scheme. She flips the page scanning down the next one. Age ten, Conrad reports nightmares of “where dead people live” he refuses to play Gryphons and Gargoyles with the other children. Sister Lila found him in the ‘king chamber’ he refused to leave. Two of the orderlies had to sedate him. He returned to the “king chamber” despite warnings and punishment’s against it. He appears to return after unsuccessful ECT sessions. When questioned about why he was there, he stated he was talking to his father. Conrad refuses to speak during his allotted therapy sessions preferring to draw. He would often draw pictures of the Gargoyle king, these only increased after successful ECT sessions. He would occasionally draw a figure in all black and gray assumed to be his father.

“His father?” Jughead questions and Betty skims the rest of the report. Conrad reports his father lives ‘where the dead people live’ we can assume his father was abusive or neglectful as the nightmares he reports often have him being locked in a closet like room or chained outside. ECT administered daily to correct the negative thoughts. Aversion to bright lights and flashes still present. Conrad shows improvement and a willingness to socialize through G&G. Betty turns.

“Look a medical report.” Conrad experienced a seizure like episode during picture day. He reported waking with a headache, a common excuse to try to stay in bed. After breakfast where he flung his oatmeal across the room twice he reported the headache having gotten worse. After his usually ECT session his speech was slurred and he had trouble standing. He was brought to picture day covering his eyes when he entered the room crying about the flashes hurting him. Two minutes of waiting in line and being exposed to the flashes of the bulbs caused him to loose consciousness and begin mild convulsions that lasted for fifty-seven seconds. When Conrad regained consciousness he was crying apologizing and asking us not to tell his father or to chain him outside. “Chained? Christ no wonder Kurtz is so fucked- Betty.” Jughead’s eyes widen. “What? Jug What?” “Who do we know that lives ‘where dead people do? And has a place to chain someone outside?” Jughead swallows. “Like hot dog.” He prompts at Betty gasps when she connects his prompting.

“Malachai? You think-” Jughead shrugs, before pulling the file back over. “Disregarding that for the moment, he had a seizure, could it be a reoccurring problem? Maybe why he wasn’t adopted out?” Jughead questions and Betty nods in agreement. “Either way you have a lot more facts to go talk to him about.” She kisses his cheek as she leaves and Jughead groans dreading school.

He’s walking through the hallway, noticing Kurtz slumped in one of the chairs again, it’s closest to the door and he doesn’t move when Jughead calls out to him. “Conrad.” Kurtz head whips up and he jerks from the chair huffing as he glares at Jughead. “I have a couple questions for you.” Kurtz nods. “Fire away then.” “I know you were at the Sister’s for years and-“ “From when I was about five till fifteen. You running a story on the ‘therapy’ they do there?” “Why do you say it like-“ Kurtz snorts. “You really think they know what they were doing when they shocked a seven year old with epilepsy?” “Epilepsy?”

“Yeah, the seizures? I’m sure you read about those in my files, not to mention the ones I’ve had earlier in the week. Running low on my meds, and with you throwing out drug runnin’ I’m out a job.” Jughead frowns. “You can’t pay for-“ “You really think I could anyways? You think Mrs. Fogarty can pay for her treatments too? We’re from the Southside Jones, everyone, even the government want us dead; we’re the dog shit on their new shoes. The reminder of mistakes and something taking up space for the nice prison they want to build. It’ll have wonderful windows, I swear.” Kurtz mocks sneering at Jughead. “You want to play havoc in my brain you’ve already been beaten, you’re years late on that one snake, not even my own parents wanted to deal with me or the hallucinations, bet that was in my file to yeah?”

“Yeah it-“ “You wanna know what fucked up my dad so bad he left me in the middle of the forest?” Kurtz snaps squaring up to Jughead. “I had an episode in front of Fred Andrews. I was going to meet my dad for lunch at Pop’s. We were getting burgers it was our thing. Andrews was on lunch break. I don’t know what it was but one second I’m eating the next I’m on the floor screaming. He freaked and my dad, he just sat back and laughed, said for him not to worry. He tried to drive me to the hospital. That idiot he should’a known better than to take somethin’ belonging to my dad. So after Andrews calmed down, he got me a shake, my dad put something in it. I was half awake drugged and out of it from the seizure and he drove me out into the forest and said if I ever came back to him or told anyone he’d keep me out back all the time, not just when I had episodes.” Kurtz sighs letting his head drop as he stares at the floor. “Kurtz.”

“Don’t go saying you’re sorry for me or ‘I didn’t know I wouldn’t’ve-‘ There’s a reason I didn’t let anyone know, reason I didn’t bother anybody. I’m crazy enough most people stay away from that. Guessin’ snakes don’t have that much brain power.” He half laughs as his breathing hitches his leg going out from under him. Jughead automatically wraps an arm around him hoisting him up.

“Come on Kurtz, you’re a snake too, you’re just as dumb as all of us.” Kurtz laughs shaking his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, I have an excuse, I may be dumb as a pile of bricks but it’s cause my brain is fucked up, you’re just dumb.” Jughead huffs. “Oh really, prove it.” He knows its childish, but he’s surprised at how human Kurtz is acting, he justifies his relief as Kurtz being a Serpent, nothing more. “Well you let me join up didn’t you? Point proven.” Jughead laughs shoving him towards the chair he’d stood from before sitting in the chair next to it.

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