Last Days of a Meat Puppet Chapter 4
(A/N) Thanks to ArtJunkyard for creating this AU and for looking over this chapter! I've had most of it planned for awhile, but kinda got distracted from it. I was never gonna end the story THAT badly for Lester, I'm a sucker for a happy ending.
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Movement.
Dragged back.
Summoned, piece by piece.
Bonding together seamlessly.
Reforming... me?
Me.
I existed.
I existed!
But who was *I*?
As more pieces gathered together, I dove into myself.
People flashed by me. Two young boys and a girl giggling and running away as I chased after them, pretending to be the Tickle Monster. I caught one of the boys and tickled him mercilessly. Causing him to laugh and cry out for help. My hearing seemed distorted. I focused, sharpening my hearing, straining to hear his words.
“-ter! Help, Tyrone! He-he-he-” he collapsed into a fit of giggles.
Tyrone?
The second boy leapt into view, attempting to pull the first boy from my grasp. “I’ll rescue you, Tyler!” he shouted bravely.
I felt my cheeks hurt from smiling. A warm sensation welled up inside me. Tyrone and Tyler... I loved them. I loved them so much. I loosened my grip a little, allowing the twins to escape.
I felt something wrap around my back. I didn’t have time to ponder what, though.
Hands kneaded at my belly and side. I laughed and laughed, unable to defend myself. The tables had turned. The Tickle Monster was being tickled himself.
The boys cheered, “Get’im, Katie!”
I craned my head around. A little girl wearing a tutu and a tiara greeted me, an evil grin on her face as she gleefully tickled me.
“I’m the Tickle Monster Princess!” she declared. “This is my servant Tickle Monster now!” She turned an evil grin towards the two boys. “Ooh~ I spy some new prey~”
Uh Oh
The boys saw the writing on the wall and RAN. With a grin, Katie and I ran after them.
A new scene interceded, demanding attention.
I let it come.
A blond-haired boy, older than the other two, sat in front of me. He looked maybe ten years old.
He seemed closed off. Withdrawn. Wary. As if he’d been through this before, and knew he’d go through it again.
A tall woman I didn’t recognize stood off in the corner, watching everything.
“So what do you like to do?” a voice spoke from beside me. I turned slightly. The voice belonged to a tall man with curly hair and a kind face.
Dad!
This... this was my father. How could I have forgotten him?
My past self wasn’t as enraptured with my dad as my current self was, unfortunately. My eyes darted back to the boy.
He shrank back and mumbled, not seeming to want to meet anyone’s eyes.
Things blurred forwards slightly.
I was at home with the boy (the boy? I knew his name. I KNEW it. So why couldn’t I remember? Please let me remember...). He wandered around, attempting to look casual, but I noted how his eyes kept darting to the doors, as if mapping escape routes.
“Cameron?” I heard my voice call out (Cameron, yes, THAT was his name!)
He startled a little. I felt myself give him a small, hopefully reassuring smile.
“I was going to play some Mario Kart,” I told him. “Want to join me?”
His face lit up. “Yeah,” he said quietly. Still, it was louder than the mumbling I’d heard from him before. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
We played a few rounds. Cameron fumbled a little on the first few tracks, but soon got his bearings. That’s not to say that he could beat ME, of course, I had years of practice over him - but he was consistently able to make the top five.
“You two having fun?” An amused voice interrupted. I looked over my shoulder.
The woman smiled back at me, affection shining in her blue eyes. Just being near her made me feel warm and safe.
Mum.
“Mind if I join in?” she continued. The smile seemed less warm and motherly now, and more of an evil smirk.
Crap.
I handed her a controller.
Cameron looked confused at my expression. “What’s up with that face? You look like your cat just died.”
“You’ll see,” I groaned.
And oh did he EVER. Mum was a DEMON, shunting racers into hazards, laying down some hazards of her own, and dodging everything that Cameron and I could throw at her.
Cameron looked at her in awe as she strode off at the end of the set of races (she won first place of course). “How... how did she DO that?”
“She’s been playing Mario Kart for longer than I’ve been alive,” I chuckled. “What did you expect?”
“Have you ever beaten her?” he asked. I shook my head. “Nope. I haven’t had a lot of other live opponents to practice with though, just the NPCs. Want to help me unseat her and end her reign of terror?”
I held out a hand. He shook it, a fire lighting in his eyes. In my new brother’s eyes. “Let’s DO this.”
It took YEARS of practice, but we finally beat Mum in a race. Ok, so maybe it took us ganging up on her, but still, we WON.
The vision ended. That was okay. I remembered who I was now, and who my family were.
But... where was I now? Why had I forgotten in the first place?
I opened my eyes.
Three people stood in front of me, their eyes filled with relief and joy. I didn’t recognize two of them - the dark-skinned teenage boy or the lighter, younger-looking teenage girl next to him.
But the final figure...
He looked about my age, but I sensed - no, I KNEW - he was much, much older than I was. He glowed softly in the darkness, illuminating his expression. I saw the same relief in his eyes as I saw in everyone else’s, but also sadness and a deep, gnawing guilt.
Apollo.
Everything came rushing back. Zeus, the kidnapping, Apollo’s punishment, and my destruction.
But if what I remembered was correct... if I’d truly been destroyed. Then...?
“How?” I asked. I startled slightly. That was definitely my voice, but speaking felt... different. As if my thoughts had simply sprung out of my head audibly.
I started again. “How... how am I still here?”
Apollo spoke up. “I- I encountered your mother while I was on a quest. She thought I was you. Before that, I’d just assumed this body was an empty shell, a prison Zeus had created for me. That’s when I discovered the truth. That Zeus was crueler than I had ever imagined.”
He drew in a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. “I ran into your mother on the street. I didn’t recognize her, of course. But she recognized me. I realized what Zeus had done.”
He shifted uncomfortably, not meeting my eyes. “I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t do that to her. Pretend to be her son. To be you. I promised her that I’d come back. And I ran.”
“I broke that promise.”
My brow furrowed. What did he mean? Couldn’t he just go to her now? I felt like I was missing something...
Apollo looked up, catching sight of my expression. His face collapsed in misery, realization filling his eyes.”You haven’t realized, have you?”
“Realized what?” I asked. I didn’t think I wanted to know, but I NEEDED to know.
“I- I couldn’t help you then. I needed to help defeat some evil people, and I had no idea where to even start at restoring you, if I even COULD. I’d hoped that getting back into Zeus’s good graces would be enough to persuade him to restore my godhood and to restore you back to your body. But it didn’t work like that.”
His expression fell even further, the light around him flickering like a candle in the wind. “I helped stop the Emperors and kill Python, but your body was destroyed in the process.”
I should have felt shocked. But I didn’t. I’d known this. I just hadn’t wanted to accept it. But that still didn’t explain...
“How am I here at all? Zeus said he was going to totally destroy my soul. It certainly FELT like he did.”
Apollo grimaced, disgust leaking into his voice. “My father TRIED to destroy your soul. And by Greco-Roman standards, he did. Not even a god could have restored you.”
He smirked. “Egyptian magicians, on the other hand...”
I took a closer look at the other two teenagers. They DID seem to have a lot of vaguely Egyptian-looking items on them.
Apollo continued. “I told some of my friends about what I knew of your situation. Luckily, they’d heard that these two had restored a destroyed soul before. My friends put me in contact with them - Carter and Sadie Kane.”
The boy - Carter, I assumed - took over. “People’s souls are often destroyed in Egyptian mythology. If someone’s heart is evil, their soul is fed to Ammit the Devourer -”
“Poochiekins,” the girl - Sadie - cut in.
Carter glared at her for a moment, then resumed as if nothing had happened. “-but sometimes evidence of a person’s innocence arises, and Dad needs to reverse the punishment. That’s where the sheut comes in.”
“Sheut?” I asked. I’d never heard of that before.
“Shadow. It’s basically a back-up copy of the soul. One of my friends had part of his soul devoured, but we were able to restore it using his sheut. Finding it was the tricky part.”
“But if it’s just my shadow, wouldn’t it be attached to my body?” I asked, confused. I’d brushed up on my Greek mythology, but this Egyptian stuff was new to me.
“Well... sometimes. My friend - the one who had his soul partly destroyed, his name’s Bes - actually hid his sheut away in a rendition of the past. He’s a god though so that kind of thing’s normal for him. We weren’t entirely sure where to look for yours since it’s not like you would’ve known how to hide it. Luckily we didn’t have to look far.”
Where would I have...?
Oh.
Of course.
I looked over at Apollo. “I left my sheut with you, didn’t I? Not with my body, but with YOU.”
It made sense. At the end there, I’d tried SO HARD to convey to Apollo what he needed to know. That us mortals were people too. And I’d wanted to protect Apollo as well, protect him from his own depression and guilt. I’d wished I could stay around to battle the voices in his head.
I guess in a way, I’d gotten my wish.
Apollo nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes. “I’d begun getting little snatches of memories from when we merged. Just little bits here and there at first. I didn’t even know if they were REAL, but something told me not to dismiss them. Then - then I remembered something. I was drowning in depression, ready to just give up and fade. Then I heard you scream “NO.” And-and you helped somehow. At that time I didn’t remember what you’d done exactly, just that you’d shared part of yourself with me. That’s when we figured out that you’d attached yourself to my soul.”
He smiled at me, though I detected a hint of sadness in his eyes. “From there it was pretty easy to restore your soul. Carter and Sadie just made a shabti, - a figure of you made out of clay - bound your sheut to it, and performed a reverse execration spell on it. Whole thing took less than an hour.”
That explained how I was here now. But that sadness in Apollo’s eyes...
“There was more to it than that, wasn’t there?”
Apollo chuckled softly. “You know me too well. Of course you do. You’ve seen into my soul, seen me more clearly than I saw myself.”
He closed his eyes for a moment. “You took certain memories with you when you were destroyed. Memories you stole from me in an effort to undo some of the emotional damage Father had inflicted on me during my imprisonment. Undoing your annihilation brought those memories back. All of them. Everything Father did, everything you did, everything I realized during those precious moments when we were one. I’ve been sorting through it all while we waited for you to wake up.”
He drew in a shaky breath. “I- I forgot what I learned. Consciously, at least. But I think that subconsciously I remembered what you’d shown me. About how mortals matter. You broke through my indifference, and even after I forgot about you - about what happened - the cracks in my facade remained. I relearned what you taught me. I don’t think it would have happened so quickly if not for you. Thank you. I just wish - I wish I could help you as much as you helped me.”
He already HAD helped me. Apollo had searched for a way to bring me back even when it should have been impossible. The way he’d said that though, as if what he’d done wasn’t enough - it confirmed my suspicion.
“I’m dead, aren’t I? Not just bodiless, but really, actually dead.”
Apollo nodded apologetically. “I could get your soul restored, but repairing your body was beyond mine and their power.”
I wasn’t surprised. I’d been prepared to be annihilated when Zeus set my soul on fire. At least being dead was a step up from THAT.
But being dead meant...
A sinking feeling filled my gut (despite not even HAVING guts anymore). “I’ll never get to see my family again, will I?”
Apollo flinched. “I’m- I’m sorry. It’s my fault you don’t have a body to return to. Maybe if I’d been more careful, or- or faster, or practised more, or SOMETHING, your body would still be intact.”
I shook my head. “How many times do I need to tell you? This is Zeus’s fault, NOT YOURS. HE’S the one who dragged me into this. You blame yourself enough for your own actions. Don’t blame yourself for others’ actions as well.”
“Just- please. Keep the promise you made. Look after my family for me? That’s all I ask.”
Apollo laughed derisively. It sounded more like crying. “I don’t have the best track record with promises you know.”
“Maybe not. But I know you’ll keep this one.”
Apollo nodded. I don’t think he trusted himself to speak.
I took a deep breath. Not that I needed to - no lungs and all - but the action calmed me a bit. “So what happens to me now?”
“Now, I guess I take you to the Underworld to be judged.”
Judged?
“Judged by who? What do they judge me on?”
“Whether you’ve lived a good life and been a good person, mostly. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll achieve Elysium.”
“Elysium?”
“It’s basically the Greek equivalent of Heaven. It’s a nice place, like one of those gated communities that’s popular with the older mortals.”
I had no doubt it was, but... “My family won’t be there.”
“They’re still alive, so no.”
I was happy they were still alive and well, but I wanted to be WITH them, to grow up with them.
We can’t always get what we want.
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I walked through the Gates of Elysium.
I hadn’t needed to wait very long to be judged. Apparently Apollo had fast-tracked me. I was grateful, but felt bad for everyone else still waiting in line, many of whom surely deserved Elysium as much or more than I did.
The judging itself hadn’t taken very long either. I really shouldn’t have been surprised. I was only sixteen and I hadn’t had a very exciting life. A good life, but not one that took long to look over. The judges unanimously declared that I was fit for Elysium and sent me off.
I wandered around Elysium for a few hours. The place was beautiful, with massive castles and villas and gorgeous gardens. The people were pretty friendly. I was invited to join several picnics and barbecues even though I was a total stranger.
I declined them all. I just... I couldn’t bear seeing so many people happy, or participating in casual conversations. Not then.
“Apollo?!”
I looked around. Had Apollo decided to visit me? Could he even do that?
I didn’t see any sign of the golden-haired god. Instead a blond-haired boy stood in front of me, gaping.
I frowned. Was this someone Apollo had met while in my body?
“Sorry, I don’t know who you are.”
The teenager looked disturbed. “You don’t remember me? Jason Grace?”
I shook my head. “I’m not Apollo. I’m the kid Zeus kidnapped to serve as Apollo’s meat puppet.”
Now Jason looked REALLY disturbed. “His WHAT!”
“He kidnapped me from my family and systematically destroyed my soul, piece by piece, until my body was empty enough for his liking. Then he shoved Apollo’s soul in and set what was left of my soul on fire until it was totally annihilated,” I stated matter-of-factly.
Jason stared at me, his jaw hanging open and eyes bugging out. He made a few strangled noises before finally regaining the power of speech. “My Father did THAT?!”
I grimaced. “Yeah. He sucks.”
Jason was silent for a moment, seeming to process my words. “Wait, if he annihilated your soul, then how are you here?”
“Apollo found out about what happened to me and found people who were able to restore my soul - but not my body.”
“Oh.”
We stood there awkwardly for a second, until my OWN brain had finished processing Jason’s words. “Wait, Zeus is your Father?”
Jason nodded. “Yeah. Well, Jupiter, anyway. I’m Roman. Sorry about... you know.”
“Not your fault, man. It’s his fault I was put through that, no one else’s.”
“Still...”
I shook my head. “NO. I had enough of Apollo blaming himself. I don’t need you doing it too.”
Jason perked up a bit. “How’s he doing? Did he defeat the Emperors? Is he a god again?”
“He seemed okay when I saw him. Sad and feeling guilty about what happened to me, but otherwise okay. He stopped the Emperors and killed Python, whoever that is. And yes, he’s a god again.”
Jason let out a breath. “That’s a relief. I just hope...”
“Hope what?”
“I- I knew I was going to die when I helped Apollo on his quest. I wanted to make sure I made a difference before I did. I asked him to promise that he’d remember what it was like to be human when he became a god again.”
This kid - I WISHED I’d known him when we were both alive. We would’ve been great friends, I was sure.
“He remembered,” I assured Jason. “I know he did. I could tell in the way he talked to me and about his friends. He won’t forget.”
Jason smiled back. “I’m glad.”
We walked around the lake for a moment. My eyes kept drifting to the islands in the middle.
Jason spoke up. “So what are you gonna do now?”
I stopped walking. Jason had asked the question I’d been avoiding thinking about. “I- I don’t know. This place is lovely, but- it’s not home. I- I want to go back home to Mum and Dad and Tyrone and Tyler and Katie and Cameron-”
I choked back a sob. So much had happened that I’d managed to avoid thinking of my family, of dwelling on what EXACTLY being dead had meant, for a while. But now that I’d had time to process it all came flooding through.
I’d never play hide-and-seek with the twins again.
I’d never attend Katie’s dance recital.
I’d never beat Cameron at Mario Kart again.
I’d never have butt whooped by Mum at Mario Kart ever again.
I’d never watch movies with Dad ever again.
Maybe I could see them again eventually when they died (which I dearly hope wouldn’t be anytime soon) but they’d all have grown and lived full lives without me by then.
Jason looked at me sympathetically. “I have people I miss too. People I’m waiting for. Though since they’re demigods, I probably won’t have long to wait. We don’t have the best survival rate.”
“I- I just,” my eyes drifted magnetically to the islands in the middle of the lake. What WERE they? “I just- I want to be alive again. To see them again.”
Jason looked at the islands for a moment. “Do you want to go back?”
Go back?
“I can do that?” I asked, suddenly hopeful.
Jason nodded. “Souls that are judged worthy of Elysium have the choice of being reborn. If they’re reborn twice and judged worthy of Elysium all three times, they can enter the Isles of the Blest - those islands over there.” Jason gestured towards the islands we’d both been staring at.
“I could go back...” I stated numbly.
“Yes, but you have to be SURE it’s what you want,” Jason told me warningly. “You have have bathe in the River Lethe in order to be reborn, wiping out all your memories. There’s no going back at that point. You don’t have any idea where you’ll end up, or what your circumstances will be. You might not achieve Elysium next time. You could be sentenced to either the Fields of Asphodel or the Fields of Punishment for all eternity. It’s very, VERY unlikely you’d ever cross paths with your family again, and you wouldn’t recognize them if you did.”
Jason was right. The sensible thing would be fore me to stay here until my family eventually died and meet them then. I’d have missed a LOT, but I’d be guaranteed to see them again.
I didn’t feel like being sensible.
The chance I’d see my family again was vanishingly slim, but I was going to take it.
“Where’s the River Lethe?” I asked Jason.
He frowned, but pointed. I started walking in the direction he’d indicated. Jason walked with me.
“Are you sure? You could stay and think on this awhile. There’s no time limit.”
I shook my head. “It’s foolish and idiotic and stupid to rush into this, I know. But I’m feeling stupid and idiotic and foolish right now.”
Jason laughed. “Sometimes it pays off to be a bit foolish.”
We stopped at the riverbank.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye,” Jason said, smiling sadly.
“Yeah, I guess this is.”
Jason hesitated for a moment, then pulled me into a fierce hug. “You’ll see your family again. And- and this isn’t goodbye for good. I’ll see you again the second time you earn Elysium. I’ll be waiting.”
I hugged him back. I wished I’d gotten longer to know him, but I just couldn’t wait around any longer, knowing there was a way back to the mortal world. I just couldn’t.”I’m looking forward to it.”
Jason laughed. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t want to see you back here again for a long time.”
I smiled at my new friend, then turned and waded into the Lethe’s waters.
It felt warm and cozy and... what was I thinking of again?
It didn’t matter, did it?
Don’t forget your family.
I startled. My family?
Tyrone. Tyler. Katie. Cameron. Mum. Dad.
Their faces invaded my vision. I clung to them even as everything else slipped away.
Please, just let me see them again.
Please...
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I had most of this planned out, but I came up with Lester meeting Jason while I was writing the chapter, and once I'd had the idea, I HAD to implement it. I really think they'd be great friends if they'd had the chance.
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M, AD, AF, AK!
Nice choices, I’m going to convert them into number, and then let’s go!
13/M. Has a ship ever broken your heart?
Constantly. There’s a roughly 50% chance that, in a show where at least one person dies, one or both members of my ship will die. It just...it just KEEPS HAPPENING, my god. But a special shout out to Chiaki/Makoto from The Girl Who Leapt Through Time for ripping my heart out and stomping on it even though they both live. Like my HEART, how DARE they.
30/AD. Name a couple of fandoms in which you have no ships.
I generally only actively seek out fandom stuff when I have a ship because searching for gen stuff is pretty futile, but it happens occasionally. Newsies is the only one I can think of off the top of my head; I just want to read about Spot Conlon without shipping him with anyone (canon character or OC, it doesn’t matter), but that, like, never happens. It did happen once though, in the excellent fic In New York about how he joined Tammany Hall and whatnot.
32/AF. Share five must-read fics.
Ok, are we talking across all fandoms or across Riverdale fandom? Fuck it, I’ll do both, with the Riverdale choice that would normally be in the multi-fandom part moved to the Riverdale section.
Multi-Fandom:
1. Ambivalence by DreamScene (Code Geass) - An excellent look at a Shirley Lives AU. It’s dark, it’s interesting, it’s a good character piece, the Lelouch/Shirley interactions are perfect in every way, and its got some nice smut at the end. It’s a little screwy with the timeline, but it’s so good in every other respect that I do not care.
2. Ascendant by Samurai 101 (Naruto) - A very, very interesting Itachi time travel fic with a great and very unique take on time travel in general. It really dives into clan politics and the difference in Itachi as a child and Itachi as an adult. And the looming threat of Madara is so, so great. Every side character is so fleshed out and real, and I love it. Let it be known that I normally don’t like Itachi, but I really like him in this. He’s not some perfect, all-wise ninja god; he’s a fuck up of a teenager and a kid trying his best, and he’s actually relatable.
3. Wanted It To Be a Game by SkylaDoragano (Persona 4) - An excellent role reversal fic with Adachi and Yu (well, more P4 Protagonist than Yu as we know him). It really follows the domino effect of switching their roles out in terms of who lives and who dies and who joins the party in what roles. It’s so interesting to see the domino effects of it all. It really gets into the psychology of different characters, and everyone’s dynamics are fantastic, with a special shout out to Adachi and Saki’s friendship. Seriously, if you like Adachi, this is a must-read.
4. 365 Days of Winter by zauberer_sirin (Durarara!!) - This is the perfect Izaya/Namie fic. Like, their dynamic is so, so on point, and watching them fall in love when they really would rather not is such a delight. I love the monthly format, and I love Izaya’s subtle jealousy, and I love how they never even explicitly confess their feelings. It’s all so them, and I love it.
5. Executive Reform by karanguni (Final Fantasy VII) - It’s a Final Fantasy VII/Pacific Rim mash up that works surprisingly well. It’s such a great gen fic, and the focus on the Shinra executives delights me. Like, Scarlet and Hojo interacting while neither are being crazy? Genius! And it does such a great job of depicting the complicated relationship between Hojo and Sephiroth even though Sephiroth isn’t even an active character. Everyone is so human in this, and I absolutely love it. Tragically, it’s abandoned.
BONUS: Seven Suitors for Shirayuki by Sabrael (Snow White with the Red Hair) - Look, this doesn’t quite make the all-time top five, but I want to plug it here anyway because oh man, guys, this is top-notch slow burn/pining. Like, by the end you are DYING, the burn is so good. It fleshes out minor canon characters very well, and there are some great OCS, but they’re not OCs for the sake of OCs but ones that are truly necessary. And the characterization is on point, and the obiyuki is SO GOOD. Seriously, if you followed my advice about the show and fell into obiyuki hell with me, go read this.
Riverdale (Do you know how hard this was? Narrowing this down? There are so, so many things I want to add but can’t grrr)
1. cut while shaving by areyouabadwolf2 - I’ve made no secret of the fact that this is my all-time favorite Riverdale fic. And in fact, it would normally knock Executive Reform out of its #5 spot. It’s such a great post-season 2 darkfic, just an excellent look at where everyone could go from there. It’s heavy on the Serpents, just the way I like it, and all the relationships are so cool. Like, Jughead & Cheryl friendship? Sign me the fuck up! It’s also SO good at suspense and keeping secrets from its readers, and no one ever talks in a way that makes you go “ah yes, thank you for telling me that even though everyone in the room already knows about it.” And like, the characterization in this is flawless, absolutely flawless, and the Betty/Jughead dynamic is amazing with them as a criminal duo. I just. I love it. Tragically, it seems to be abandoned.
2. The town called Riverdale by satelliteinasupernova - Yeah, you wrote this, so technically it’s redundant for you, but it belongs here, so tough. This is the Riverdale/Princess Tutu mashup that I didn’t know I wanted, and it has an extra dose of eldritch horror. The meta-y goodness is so delicious, and the suspense is fantastic, I was always on the edge of my seat. It’s so great watching Veronica try to figure out this mystery while people around her are either cagey or don’t realize there’s a mystery to solve. There’s such great uncertainty running throughout it,and I highly recommend it.
3. Black Cherry Chutney by lilibug - I love dark!bughead, I love it so goddamn much, and this is a great depiction of it. And like, not just dark!Betty or dark!Jughead but both of them, and it’s such a delight. Like, I absolutely love this Jughead from the word go, and Betty is so great because she is, like in canon, so much more than what she first seems. The bughead dynamic is great, and the smut is fantastic.
4. Fullmetal Riverdale by lnles - This is such a good mashup of Riverdale and Fullmetal Alchemist that I cannot articulate it. Like, it’s not just 1-1 insert Character A into Role A; it really works with the setting and characters of Riverdale to create something new but familiar. It’s working with great pieces, and it does them both justice, which is saying a lot because Fullmetal Alchemist is very, very good. I love the characterization and the hints of what happened in the past and the prose and just everything. It’s not done, but it’s got a regular update schedule, so I’m hoping it gets finished. Go give this some love!
5. Shake, Rattle, and Roll series by TakeAWalkOnTheWildside - Ok, so I’m cheating here by putting in a series, but let me cheat, ok? I’m still amazed that there are so few 1950s AUs for bughead, but I’m really glad we got this series. It’s sexy, it’s fun, it’s period-appropriate, and it’s dramatic too. Like it’s a whole saga of Betty and Jughead getting together and then being together, and it’s so fun. Also, he eats her out on her dining room table in part one, so that’s great.
37/AK. Do you have a favorite trope and/or AU for your OTP?
For my OTP of OTPs, shirlulu, does Everyone Lives count? Because that series does not end well for them. But, ok, other than that, I want to see some mutual pining for them because the idea of Lelouch pining is so goddamn amusing, especially when mixed with perpetually pining Shirley being completely goddamn oblivious. As for bughead, one thing I don’t see enough of (and crave more of) is their friends and family trying to play matchmaker for them but failing spectacularly. Also, more 1950s AUs please.
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