Lady Serpent || Sweet Pea Fanfic (+18)
“THE PRETTY FACE WITH AN UGLY SOUL & A DARK PAST.”
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Warnings/Triggers: None (threats, smidge of harsh language).
Word Count: +2.8k
A/N: My paragraphs will look a little weird from here on out. By “weird” I mean it’s going to all look spread out.
If I ever manage to get my hands on a laptop, I will most definitely come back to fix it and make it look like the earlier chapters.
There’s like a reference to an old Jay-Z song that I thought was funny and threw in here lmao 🤣
P. S. I missed writing. :’)
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𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘀
After being at small odds with my brother, it didn’t stop me from drinking and partying to my heart’s content.
Sweet Pea wasn’t in the mood to get drunk, so I was left to enjoy the adrenaline rush with Toni and Fangs. We lined up shots, played knife throw, a couple rounds of pool, and did a bunch of other things.
When the night had come to an end, Sweet Pea took me home. I was currently speaking nonsense as he walked me to my trailer.
“You’re so strong.” I slurred as he carried me in his arms. “Thanks, I work out to impress you with my muscles.” He chuckled.
“Ooo, we should run away!” I let out with excitement suddenly. “Where to, princess?” “I don’t know, somewhere far and foreign! Like Spain or Ireland!” I tried to do an Irish accent as I said the last part. He laughed at my poor attempt. “Spain sounds hot. Imagine all the Spanish we’re gonna learn?-- the food!” He added on.
“Sweet Pea...” I nuzzled my face in his neck. “I love you so much...” I kissed his neck, making my way up. “Jesus, I told you to take it easy with the drinking.” He tensed at feeling my lips attack his skin, nervously readjusting his grip on me. I could tell he was trying to control his urges, but his body was failing him.
“You’re so hot. I have the hottest boyfriend ever!” I smiled, kicking my feet in the air like a child. “So hot and so nice, very smart, oh and very sexy.” I kissed his cheek, leaving a small lipstick mark.
“And you are the most beautiful, thoughtful, and loving girlfriend I’ll ever have.” He kissed my forehead. “The only one?” I smiled widely, burring myself in him again. “The only one, and you’re all mine.” He reassured, taking us up the steps.
He called for Jughead to open the door and we were greeted by his presence. I pointed my chin in the air.
“Oh look, it’s Mister Cranky Pants.” I slurred, looking away. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite little annoying, sassy, and lovely Mercenary.” He said back. I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Don’t mind her, she’s drunk.” Sweet Pea said as he walked inside with me. “Yeah, I can see that.” Jughead sighed.
“My head hurts...” I groaned as Sweet Pea neared the bedroom. Everything was spinning.
“You can set her on the bed.” Jughead offered. “Oh my god...” I felt the softness of the sheets and I sighed in delight. “This bed feels so good!” I stretched, turning over.
My boots were pulled off my feet, freeing me from the tight leather. I then turned over again to look over at the boys, lightly smiling.
“How much did she drink?” My brother asked. “Two bottles of Fire Whisky, several tequila shots, and a few beers?” I proudly answered half-unsure. “And yet you can still answer?” He raised his brows, shaking his head.
“I can take care of her from here. Thanks for bringing her home.” He thanked Sweet Pea. “No problem, she’s my girlfriend so I’ll do anything for her.” He replied before coming to hover over me. I smiled toothily again.
“Stay with meee.” I whined as he kissed my temple. “Your brother won’t like that princess, he’s gonna get jealous and steal you away from me.” He teased, chuckling. “Wrap it up.” Jughead scoffed. “Okayyy...” I pouted.
“Goodnight, princess.” He whispered in my ear, kissing me. I closed my eyes. “Goodnight my prince charming...” I lingered, knocking out cold a few seconds after.
A few days passed. Jughead and I weren’t on speaking terms, even more when he returned to Riverdale High.
He was there for a bit until he was fully enrolled at my school. I stayed at Southside High since I was more comfortable there.
Today, we skipped school together to head down to the station. We got summoned to speak with a public defender since we couldn't afford a legitimate attorney.
"I'm sorry about what happened a few nights ago. I shouldn't have yelled at you." Jughead finally spoke, breaking the silence we were in.
"No, Jug, it was my fault really." I took another sip from my coffee.
"I shouldn't have talked to you like that, and I shouldn't have brought work to home. Especially when I know where you stand with the Serpents." He lightly smiled.
"A little bird told me you're in love with Betty Cooper." I sang, hearing him chuckle and shake his head.
"Who told you?" He asked shyly.
"I think it's cute." I linked my arm in his.
"Well, I do love her— Is that crazy? I mean she makes me feel normal and not like some outsider. She doesn't treat me differently knowing that I have gang members for family." His face lit up as he talked about Betty. It was comforting.
"It's not crazy brother, you're just in love." I giggled.
We went quiet again. For some reason, it put me on edge and with what he said next made all the sense in the world.
"Rhinnie, you know I wouldn't tell you this if I wasn't sure— and you know I love you, right?" I looked up at him with furrowed brows. He was nervous.
"What's wrong?" I felt my hand grip my coffee tighter. He was quiet again.
"I don't like Sweet Pea." He finally said. I raised my brows.
"I don't know, he just doesn't give me a good vibe? I feel like this is all an act and he's only giving you temporary happiness. I just don't want to see you get hurt." At hearing this, I crushed my coffee cup. The scorching hot liquid drenching my hand.
"Is it because he's a Serpent?" The brown liquid stung my hand as I shook at it.
"Is it because Sweet Pea can give me something that no one else has been able to? All my life I've had to take care of everyone else. I had to be the big sister of the family. Then you go and tell me that my boyfriend doesn't rub you the right way?" I was angry at my brother all over again. Bastard.
"Fuck you, Jughead! Who are you to tell me who or what is good for me? Do you think I get swooned by just anyone? I'm not a child!" I let out annoyed, turning to walk away.
"No Rhinnie, that's not it! It’s just—.”
"Save it Jug! Last time I checked, our father was locked up, so spare me the lecture!" I cut him off, stomping away on my own.
The nerve this jerk had!
"Hi, daddy." I greeted him, sitting on his free side.
He was cuffed to the table, leaving him no room to move except for his hands. Comfort was nowhere seen.
Jughead was fixing up some paperwork with the public defender. It gave me a few minutes alone with dad.
"You okay sweetheart?" He asked, taking my hands in his.
"Yeah..." I lied. Bad, Rhiannon.
He shook his head, chuckling when he noticed the bruises on my knuckles. My hands managed to finally heal up after all.
"You could never step away from a fight, huh?" Despite the fact he knew I loved a good fight, he couldn't help display his worry. At the end of the day, he was still my dad.
"I can't help it." I giggled truthfully.
"You're getting down to the nitty and gritty already?” He teased.
"I saved the Blossom girl from drowning." I replied as a matter of fact.
"And then I helped Tall Boy deal with some business he had with Jughead, so yeah." I sprinkled in, making him laugh this time.
"Serpents are doing good though. They're holding down." I reassured.
"That's good to hear honey." He pat my hand.
"But I asked how my daughter was doing."
"I'm fine, daddy." I tried to play it cool.
My mind managed to trail off to Sweet Pea. I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought of him.
"Who's the boy?" Dad caught me.
"Daddd." I groaned.
"I'm your father, Rhinnie. I know when you get swept off your feet." He leaned closer, laughing.
"Plus, you have that same look on your face your brother has with Betty." I rolled my eyes, cursing Jughead for unintentionally giving me away.
"Whoever it is, they better know not to do you wrong or they'll hear it from me— man or woman— no one hurts my little girl." Dad cupped my face.
"You know?" I softened.
"I know everything sweetheart." He smiled, kissing the top of my head.
"I still love you whether you like girls or boys. You're my daughter and that doesn't make me love you any different." I became shy at his words. My old man was too good.
"You're too beautiful and smart to get your heart broken by some jackass." He made me chuckle.
"Thanks, daddy." I hugged him tightly now.
Jughead then came in, closing the door. He looked at me but I didn't bother to meet his eyes as I pulled away from my hug.
He went to sit on the opposite side of me, trying to get my attention. I never budged.
"You two really fighting?" Dad looked between us curiously.
"No!" We both said in unison.
"He started it!" I spat, crossing my arms.
"I said I was sorry!" Jughead protested.
Dad groaned, rubbing his temples together. This was the last thing he expected from us. Especially right now.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I mimicked.
"Yeah, well sorry doesn't cut it chief." I continued bitterly.
"I was only being honest." He chirped, trying to justify himself. I laughed.
"You were being an asshole!" I stood up, getting ready to take him down. He too stood up to challenge me. We were head-to-head.
"Maybe it's because I've heard a thing or two about him that I didn't like." There was disgust in his voice. I furrowed my brows.
"Listen here son of a bitch—." I grabbed his collar, swinging my fist back.
"Enough!" Dad's voice thundered as he slammed his hand against the table.
I stopped. My fingers still curled around my idiot brother's collar.
"Rhiannon, now!" He warned.
"Fine." I bit, letting go to sit back down.
"Stupid "I'm a weirdo" dumbass." I mumbled.
"Shut up, merc!" Jughead fought back, making me stick my tongue out at him.
I was about to give him the bird when the public defender came in. We were forced to compose ourselves.
"Forsythe Pendelton Jones II?" He called for dad, sitting with us.
"FP, please." Dad replied as he straightened up.
The lawyer— one by one— began to sort through papers regarding the case. Followed by the procedure of the arraignment.
Jughead stood up from his chair at some point, not being able to handle hearing all of this. It made him uncomfortable and anxious.
I watched him pace around the room nervously. Seeing him like this only gave me anxiety.
"Let's talk about the damn deal." Dad was tired and wanted to get this all over and done with. This whole thing had been milked for too long.
"First, to review the charges you're facing..." The lawyer cleared his throat.
"Arson, destruction of evidence, making a false confession, obstruction of justice, not to mention this whole nasty mess of dumping a dead kid in the river." He slid over a sheet of the charges and I took it, furrowing my brows.
"I know what I did. What's the deal? What are they offering?" Dad asked, looking annoyed.
I brought my hands to my mouth, biting my thumbnail. I was trying so hard to keep myself composed. I felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest at any given minute.
Jughead had stopped to stand at the corner of the room, listening and then getting lost in his thoughts.
I just wanted to hug my brother and tell him that everything was going to be okay. It wasn't.
The lawyer then handed dad a file containing a small pile of all the processed paperwork. In that pile laid his deal on paper.
Jughead stepped forward to read it with dad and I. We both looked at each other, a twin thing we did, and I instantly felt his sadness.
"You're gonna wanna to take it." The lawyer recommended.
"I'm telling you, I've been doing this a long time. It's a strong deal." I let out a scoff. What kind of bullshit deal was this?
"How many years?" Jughead asked now. There was a cold bitter tone in his question.
"Twenty years." I closed my eyes, letting out a heavy sigh at hearing the response.
I held my face in my hands. The tears I was holding back were slowly escaping the corners of my eyes.
It was hard for Jughead to contain himself, and it got harder as the seconds went by. This was all too much to take in.
He placed a hand on my shoulder and I put mine on top. We gave each other a comforting squeeze.
"And what if he doesn't take the deal?" I asked this time, wiping away a silent tear.
"If he doesn't take it and the case goes to trial, you could be looking at forty years." My heart sank to my stomach. Forty years?
"Forty years?" Jughead couldn't believe it either.
"Are you sure that's right?" There had to be another way. This couldn't be right.
Dad buried his face in his hands. He had a lot to think about.
"If I were you, I'd take it." The lawyer was finishing up.
"If not, you can say goodbye to your kids." That was all he said before standing up to leave.
"Wow, I hope he gets testicular cancer in the brain for being a dickhead." I cursed, making dad and Jughead crack a laugh.
"What the hell?" Jughead laughed, sniffling and wiping at his face.
"I'm sorry." I let another tear fall.
"I don't know where you got that from but that's certainly not me or your mom." Dad shook his head.
"A friend of mine back at home actually." I could already tell my eyes and cheeks were puffy. My nose was red and I looked like a straight mess.
I glanced over at my brother, sharing the same sad ocean eyes. We were twins. We were always mimicking each other.
"I need you both to listen to me..." Dad took either of our hands, making us look at him.
"You will need each other now more than anything." He began. I didn't like where this was going.
"You cannot separate from each other for anything, you hear?" Uncertainty washed over me and my brother.
"Whatever you guys are arguing about, throw it away, you'll have to be adults from now on." I furrowed my brows at the last bit.
"Daddy, that's not fair. We're just kids." I said.
Has this become our new reality? A world where Jughead and I are forced to become adults at sixteen?
"I know it's not fair, sweetheart." Dad's voice suddenly cracked.
"Don't you think I know that? You both deserve better." He motioned for us to all share a hug.
The three of us broke down in that room. It took everything in me to not let out several wails. I needed to relieve the pang in my heart.
"I know you kids." Dad sniffled.
"You two together can do anything." Our grip got tighter. My hand squeezed dad's shirt.
I kissed his cheek, staying there for a few long seconds. More tears flooded my face.
"We love you, dad." Jughead said.
"We love you so much daddy." I nodded.
The door opened again and we were startled by two officers coming to take him. No, please just a little more time.
Dad held the side of our faces with each of his hands. His rough thumb grazing our wet cheeks. Despite being handcuffed this whole time, he managed to touch us, hold us, love us.
"Take care of your sister, you hear me, boy? Take care of her." He looked at Jughead seriously.
"She's your prize." My brother sniffled with a nod before wrapping an arm around me.
"And you do the same for your brother. Don't get into too much trouble either." Dad conditioned the same terms and more for me. I nodded.
"You're family. You're all you have." He stood tall to let himself be taken into the embrace of the two officers.
"I love you." Was the last thing he said before disappearing out of the room, leaving me and Jughead alone.
When the door slammed, I lost it. I turned to crash into my brother's arms. I sobbed into his chest as he held me tightly.
I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't stop hurting.
