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it starts and ends with you
a college au bughead multi chapter fic, written for the lovely @jandjsalmon.
with a million, trillion, zillion thank yous to the softest of muffin bffs @theheavycrown & @kovicjones who always beta for me and make me sound way better than I am. I owe them all the cookies and life juice in the world.
you can now read chapter 3
♡
“Coconut water or coconut milk?”
Jughead looked at her like she had two heads. “What?”
“Which is better?” Betty shrugged.
He looked perplexed for a moment and then (adorably) wrinkled up his nose. “Neither. Milk comes from an animal, Betty.”
She laughed again and realized this was the most she had smiled in a very long time. “Now that is the exact opposite of Cheryl.”
“Good,” he said determinedly, shoulders relaxing as he put his socked feet up on the coffee table next to hers. “What about you?”
campbughead day seventeen → horror
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Her lungs burned with the smell of char and bone, causing her stomach to rumble in ways she hadn’t expected. Her arms still trembled and the blood was still fresh and hot, dripping down her back. It darkened the dusty rose dress with stains that could never be forgotten.
Betty tripped in her haste to keep up with her sister, tumbling to ground.
Her knees hit hard, pale translucent wings that ached from their newness unable to react quick enough to keep her upright.
With dirt beneath her fingernails, she sat back on her heels and looked over her shoulder at the figure lying in the earth.
He was but a boy, covered in vines and moss, undergrowth wrapped around his pale ankles and wrists to keep him to the ground. Unconscious, but breathing. Pale, but with life thrumming violently in his veins like the sound of the drums in the distance.
She sniffed the air and hummed at the musky scent of iron and salt. He was a human.
Turning in place, Betty leaned over him, fingers hovering just above the line of his jaw. Her fingers shook and she could feel the sharp cut of her teeth against her lower lip as her mouth started to water.
His skin was smooth and it was unfortunate that she spread a line of dark earth across his cheek, maring his complexion.
He sighed softly at her touch and Betty sucked a breath in at the overwhelming desire that shot down her spine.
Turning her head over her shoulder, she watched as the rest of The Hunt disappeared within the depths of the forest, too dark for her eyesight to catch.
Her sister would notice her absence, but not at once. Perhaps she would be proud of Betty for finding such a prize.
“Would you like to come home with me?” she whispered, cupping the boy’s jaw in her hand.
There were two objectives to choose from: to kill or capture.
How could she kill something so beautiful?
Her wings fluttered instinctively and Betty smiled down at the boy as his eyes began to open. She placed her finger upon his lips, “Do you want to live?”
When his eyes opened fully, she was shocked by the brilliance of them. A deep grey that echoed the blue she knew to be of the sky.
His lips pursed under her finger and he struggled against the restraints the earth had made for him.
Betty could hear the quickened beat of his heart, his blood singing to her as loud as her own. It made her coo, her fingers moving to his temple.
“Yes.” Was his quiet answer, voice wary as he searched her face.
She wondered what he had been through prior to this meeting; how he ended up in the warpath, clothes ragged and devoid of strength.
“What is your name?” Betty asked, hand caressing the vines around his wrists until they released their hold and sunk back into the earth.
He hesitated, eyes flickering over her hands and toward her shoulders, then back again. His jaw clenched as he weighed the options at present.
“Jughead,” he breathed.
“You’re mine now, Jughead.” She grinned, the sharp points of her teeth making him flinch. “I’ll keep you safe.”
"This was the Darker Life, where every truth was written backward."
- full dark, no stars