Imagine hybrid 141! with a reader that's like a world serpent (or just a very big sea serpent), who has gotten used to people just ignoring their existence as a myth (and honestly prefers it that way)
Imagine Soap and Gaz wondering why the base has a super deep pool that no one's been to the bottom of and only heard horror stories. Price and Simon who just lets them fuck around and find out by meeting reader.
(this is really badly written and I apologise)
this is SO good!! I had no clue what a world serpent was so I ended up going down a rabbit hole of mythology lol. that being said, y'know how the u.s. navy has an indoor ocean they use to test out ship models? (if not, go watch a vid on it. that thing terrifies me) I'm imagining that as the sort of pool that would be big enough to hold a serpent
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Soap and Gaz had caught glimpses of your enclosure before. They didn’t know that’s what it was, but they had definitely seen the humongous pool in the west end of the base. Questions had been asked and pleas had been made, yet they still knew very little about the room. No one ever seemed to go in there, and no one certainly exited from the locked double doors barring their entry. It was only so long before the rumors started to reach their ears.
It was an old ocean simulator, a private had told them. Years of disuse after separating the navy from this particular base had left the cogs rusty and the room seething with moisture-fed mildew. It was claimed to be a biohazard now, and only those with high enough clearance and knowledge on safety protocols were allowed in there. Most of the soldiers with higher ranks also spat out stuff about the waters being horribly infested.
Perhaps it was only said to discourage anyone from trying to break in, but some part of Gaz couldn’t help believing the talk of algae and parasites swarming the stagnant water, mutated organisms that sloshed about and preyed on anyone that dared enter their domain. Countless stories were relayed about soldiers falling in and never resurfacing, which should have added a sense of fear and mystery to the whole thing. Those waters were definitely haunted if the stories were any count.
That didn’t stop Gaz and Soap, though. They weren’t idiots, so they knew they shouldn’t be roaming around the facility at two in the morning, but some instincts just couldn’t be fought. For the canines, curiosity was their downfall. Their noses led them straight to the dim hallway that connected the main building to the one roughly the size of an indoor stadium. Gaz, as calm as ever, was quiet as he sniffed around in an attempt to find some way in. Soap on the other hand…
“Would you cut that shit out?!” Gaz snapped in a whisper. Soap was pacing up and down by the heavy double doors that barred their entry, whines growing increasingly louder as the minutes passed. “There’s a reason you don’t get put on stealth missions, and it’s because you can’t keep your fucking snout shut. Now quit whimpering before you get us caught.”
“Afraid it’s too late for that.”
Gaz and Soap froze in place at the smooth sound of Simon’s voice. Gaz offered a quiet growl to Soap, but a heavy paw on the back of his neck shut it off right away. Price had a more amused look on his face as he maintained an almost death grip on Gaz, making the man go pliant from being scruffed. “What have we got here? Trying to sneak into the west side, I see. Sometimes I forget you two are closer to being pups than I am. Can’t help getting yourselves into some mischief, can you?”
“What do you reckon?” Simon spoke lowly to Price, completely ignoring how Soap was whining at his heels. “The buggers want to know what’s inside, and we have the ability to let them in, don’t we? They’ll figure out how to get in there with or without us, so… might as well supervise.”
“Simon, isn’t it too late for that? The, er, scheduled entry times are at six in the morning and six in the evening. Feels a bit disruptive, don’t you think?” Price countered. They were speaking in voices low enough to have Gaz and Soap straining their ears to catch every little detail. A few minutes were spent calmly debating, but Price eventually relented and scanned his badge to unlock the doors.
Immediately, a heavy, salty scent engulfed Soap and Gaz’s senses. Their eyes squinted from how pungent it was, following slowly behind Simon and Price as they approached the metal barrier. The second his eyes landed on the massive pool in front of him, Soap’s tail started a slow wag. “You’ve been hiding this from me?” he murmured as he edged closer and closer to the barrier. “An indoor ocean that I could have been taking laps in? Fuck, I’d be mad if I wasn’t fighting the urge to jump in right now.”
“Don’t,” Simon hissed out. He tugged Soap back by his shirttail and guided him to a room off to the side filled with diving equipment. “You need an oxygen tank before you get in, because that right there is fifty meters of deep water. It’s been a long time since anyone has reached the bottom willingly, so be cautious. The fish in there won’t hurt you, but I can’t say much about the rest of it.”
After worming their way into wetsuits and being fitted with oxygen tanks (and several questions about what the hell Simon meant by “the rest of it”), Gaz and Soap stood at the open edge of the pool. A few minnows glittering near the surface increased their curiosity tenfold, and all it took was the grunted approval of Price for the two to dive headfirst into the waters.
Meanwhile, you knew something was off from the moment the task force set foot into your pool room. It was nowhere near time for anyone to come in and feed you, and you were tempted to bring your head up to the surface to check things out. Your sense of smell was dull and barely there from a life living underwater, but you could tell there was something new in the waters with you. It wasn’t Price or Simon, who you had come to be somewhat friendly with over the years, but the scent on these newcomers vaguely resembled them.
With a great yawn, your tail swished out of your mouth as you uncurled yourself from the deepest corner of the pool where you had been resting. The simple marine life that had slowly been dumped into your tank parted with the waters as you glided through. Most of them had been put in for you to eat, but you found that they made better company than dinner so you let them coexist with you. This seemed to bring great joy to Price especially, so you would let every fifth feeding live just to hear him make those weird noises the two-legged mammals made when they were happy.
Your head was parting the seagrass and algae that caked the bottom of the pool in search of what had jumped in at such an ungodly hour when something rather firm in feeling poked the top of your head. Swimming forward to tilt your head back and look at the offender, you came face to face with something that looked a lot like Price and Simon. It wasn’t either of them, though. This one had a longer, fuzzier tail and more pointed ears. The only resemblance it shared was its teeth.
Pointed canines were bared at you in a grimace that you could only perceive as an attempt to be threatening. It was kind of cute, because they looked like yours but much smaller. Serpents had no way of understanding the body language of most hybrids, so you missed the flattened ears and tucked tail as signs of utter fear. Your response was to open your mouth and show off your own pointed teeth. Two rows of sharp terror flashed at the thing floating in front of you.
And then it twisted wildly. Its arms and legs flailed, making it rise in the water before sinking right back down again. There wasn’t much you could do but watch as it tried to scramble away from you. You only intervened when its hands grasped at the tube that connected its nose to the metal thing on its back. You had seen Simon do that once before and knew that the one in front of you would go unresponsive if it went on for too long.
As sadistic as you were, wondering how long it would take for this one to stop moving, you had a feeling it was connected to Price and Simon. They had forgone a couple days of visits the last time you let a hybrid drown, so you were sure they would be gone for months if you let one of their own die. Reluctantly, you sucked the thing into your mouth and held it down with your tongue to keep it from swimming down the back of your throat as you rose to the surface.
Just as you expected, you saw the two that you were familiar with standing in the spot they usually did when they came to visit you. With a very unceremonious flop of your head onto the concrete edge of the pool, you reopened your mouth to let the water drain and the hybrid in there scramble out. It didn’t want to move at first, but a slither of your tongue on its back got it out.
“Ah, I see you found the little worm first!” Price exclaimed. He had that happy look on his face, so you stayed and indulged in the pats his hand laid to the front of your face. The one now on the ground squirmed until it was upright and pointed an accusatory finger at you.
“Little worm? Little? Worm?!,” it screeched. A low rumble came from you in displeasure at the sound. This was why you preferred as few visitors as possible. They all overreacted when they saw you, either drowning themselves in their haste to get away or making insufferable noises once they got back on dry land. “That thing is neither little nor a worm. It’s a damned monster! Tried to fucking eat me!”
“Can’t say you’re wrong on the monster part, but the technical term is a serpent. Think of it like a huge snake that lives in the water. We’re not sure if it’s a really young world serpent or an adult sea serpent, though. Hard to measure the thing and find out,” Simon explained. The other hybrid seemed to be having a hard time coming to terms with this onslaught of information.
“All that matters, Soap, is that it’s harmless. A bit grouchy with anything that isn’t a fish, but it hasn’t actually hurt anyone yet,” Price went on. “And it wasn’t going to eat you. If it didn’t take a liking to you, it would have left you down there. The thing is picky and rarely eats anything other than Mahi Mahi. Oh, and look! It’s found Gaz.”
Something had been messing around with your tail under the water, triggering the reflex to swing it up to your mouth. You had been ready with your jaw unhinged, but a sharp tug on one of the scales on your neck held you immobile. With your tail draped between your teeth uselessly, you peered down to find yet another hybrid clinging to the very tip of it. Now slightly annoyed over having not one but two intruders, you gave a sharp flick of your tail to dislodge it.
Gaz landed outside of the pool with a harsh “umph” and slowly raised himself up on his arms. You couldn’t see it very well, but his stumpy tail was flicking back and forth as hard as it could. All you saw was a hybrid that wasn’t intimidated by your teeth and scales and otherwise generally concerning appearance. This one seemed completely thrilled by your existence.
“Ah, sick!” Gaz murmured as he scrambled up to get to you. Soap was still halfway cowering behind Simon, staring at you with humongous eyes. “I’ve heard of these things before. I had a thing for mythology in my teen years and got super obsessed with serpents. Never thought they were actually real. Where’d you get it?”
Gaz looked to Price first, who in turn gave Simon a scolding sort of look. Simon shrugged, not at all ashamed to admit how you had ended up inside of the base. “There was a bust on an oil rig a few years back. I found it when it was only a few feet long and brought it back. Thought it would make a good weapon of some sort, but it’s turned into a sort of overgrown water cat. All it does is nap and eat.”
So many questions and stories about you were thrown out by the task force. Once Price had stopped scratching at your scales, you lost all interest and resolved to stirring up the fish in the pool. They all watched your green-blue scales shimmer with the water dripping off of them, pointing out the bits of seaweed and algae that clung to the sharper spikes along your back. At the very least, Price gave you an extra Mahi Mahi as a thank you for being so well behaved.
You made a point to remember the names of Soap and Gaz. If they seemed to be so close to Simon and Price, enough so for the two to bring them to you, then there was a high chance they would be back at some point. And as the group left, Soap was the last to slip out of the double doors, sparing one last look at you as you dived back down to curl up once more.
Maybe Soap would sneak in at some point in a stupid attempt to try to teach you tricks? And maybe, just maybe, you would give in and roll in the water once so he would get those same silly noises Price did when happy. After all, a little public humiliation was worth it if you got an overdose of Mahi Mahi for it all.
It had been a normal deployment for Soap and Gaz, tasked with helping the Special Boat Service (SBS) with a destroyer's voyage near the border of one of Makarov's small docks. Just doing recon and general duties with the ship.
Price would give them updates to intel and any issues within the 141, but the large bear forgot to tell the two canines that you had been allowed out of the old ocean simulator to roam and help look for submarines also. After all, you had been good whenever Soap or Gaz would get too excited and jumped in your pool without thinking.
As the nightwatch on the ship patrolled the darkness of the ocean for any threats, their lights would sometimes pick up on you diving down to the bottom of the sea floor, the end of your, admittedly thick and large, tail flicking up and silently disappearing. Sometimes you'd be caught on the sonar systems scanning the ocean.
Naturally, this led to whispers of Konni soldiers being some whale hybrid, or deep sea creature decoy, or, on the odd occasion, jokes about how Sergeant MacTavish's Scottish blood lured Nessy out of her loch.
The weeks went by and, rather annoyingly, you needed to report to Price about your findings so far. So, under the cover of darkness you surfaced and slithered up to the deck, the cruiser bending and groaning under your weight, and shift back into a human form.
With your uniform drenched, you walk (or more like stumble as you get used to having legs again) over to the communications room, strands of graying hair stick to your face and a belly full of fish and the odd unfortunate swimmer (what Price doesn't know, Price won't mind).
What you didn't take into account was the two canines that were still up, tails wagging in what you can only assume was happiness, completely missing the antsy pacing of the Scotsman. And you definitely didn't think they'd pay attention to you walking past them in the corridor.
As you walked to communications, a slow growl sounds from behind you, followed by a certain Scottish yell, "Halt! 'ho are ye? Ye cannae be here on a restricted vessel."
You turn around just enough for the sopping wet, and a little bit decayed due to damage, 141 badge on your arm to be seen in the dim light before turning around and continuing into the room, grabbing some headphones and sending out a message to Price back at the base.
In the background, the whines and barks of Soap and Gaz echo as they try and figure out who you were
(a little something extra when they're back in base)
After a few more months, Soap and Gaz return to base with the other members that helped out, including you. They still hadn't figured out who you were, and it was very amusing to you, especially given the constant stench of seaweed and salt should've given it away by now.
Currently, though? You were being hauled in chains by the two canines through the base as they got closer to Price's office and, rather rudely, barged in.
"Captain! We caught a spy! Their uniform is nae kept!" Soap barks out, tail essentially a blur of brown as he shoves you to his desk, "Caught 'em lurking in the deep and around the ship trying to get to our comms. We knocked them out though."
The big bear let out an annoyed grumble at the intrusion, paws slamming on the desk, "Soap. They're one of us. That's the serpent. They were with you lot on the assignment."
Soap and Gaz shared a look of confusion, heads cocked to the side, as Gaz spoke up, "But Price? We know what a snake looks like, this is a person. A very wet and seawe- Oh. That'll explain the smell."
"And the uniform being drenched." Soap quietly whined, ears close to his head and tail between his legs.
"Now let them go back to their pool, you muppets." Price grumbled, trying to stifle a laugh and definitely planning on telling Laswell, Nikolai and his Lieutenant about it.
Request: Yes / No HIII!! Okay so I have a Sweet Pea x fem!serpent!reader where they’re at pops with Toni and Fangs and she keeps stealing Sweet Peas fry’s and just having a fun time when Josie comes over trying to flirt with him and reader gets all jealous and he keeps drushing her off and once she leaves Toni and fangs notice how jealous reader is and teas her 🙃 (sorry if some of my spelling is off) @yrfavel
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Sweet Pea x Fem!Serpent!Reader
Word count: 757
Warnings: Jealousy
Y/N: Your Name
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The neon glow of Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe cast a warm light over the booth where we sat, laughter mixing with the distant hum of the jukebox. Sweet Pea was sitting beside me, tearing into his burger while Toni and Fangs argued about which milkshake flavor was superior.
“You’re insane if you think strawberry isn’t the best.” Fangs scoffed, dunking a fry into his shake. “It’s classic.”
Toni rolled her eyes. “Chocolate is the only correct answer.”
I smirked, casually reaching to swipe one of Sweet Pea’s fires. He shot me a glare.
“Babe, really?”
I popped it in my mouth and shrugged. “You should know better than to leave food unguarded around me.”
Fangs chuckled. “She’s got a point, man.”
Sweets huffed but didn’t stop me when I took another. He just shook his head, amused, before taking a sip of his soda. The easy, lighthearted vibe in our booth was perfect… until Josie McCoy sauntered over.
“Hey, Sweet Pea.” She leaned against the booth, her voice smooth as honey, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips.
“It’s been a while.”
My back stiffened, and I immediately stopped mid-fry-theft, eyes narrowing.
Pea barely glanced at her. “Yeah, guess it has.” His tone was dismissive, uninterested.
Josie either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger.
“You know, I was thinking about the old days. Maybe we should-”
“Nope.” Sweet Pea cut her off bluntly, taking a bite of his burger.
Toni stifled a light, while Fangs just raised an eyebrow at me like you gonna let her keep talking? But Josie didn’t take the hint. Instead, she placed a hand on the table- too close to Sweet Pea for my liking- and smiled sweetly.
“Come on, you don’t miss me even a little?”
My hand tightened into a fist under the table.
Sweet Pea sighed, clearly annoyed now. “Josie, I’m here with my girlfriend.” He said, emphasizing the word. His arm casually slid around my waist, pulling me closer.
“So, whatever you think this is? It’s not happening.”
I smirked at her, resting my head on his shoulder just to make my point. “Yeah, babe.” I drawled, enjoying the way Josie’s smile faltered.
“You were saying?”
Josie huffed, flipping her hair dramatically before finally walking away.
Toni chuckled. “That was the most satisfying thing I’ve seen all week.”
Fangs snorted. “Man, she really thought she had a chance.”
I turned to Sweets, pouting playfully. “I still don’t like that she tried.”
He rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Babe, you could steal all my fries, my jacket, my bike, and I’d still only want you.”
My pout immediately vanished, replaced by a smug grin. “Damn right.”
Toni and Fangs groaned in unison. “Get a room.”
Toni smirked over the rim of her milkshake. “Damn, Y/N, I’ve never seen someone’s eyes actually shoot daggers before. You looked like you were about to launch yourself across the table at Josie.”
Fangs snorted. “For real, I thought you were gonna go full Serpent on her.”
I rolled my eyes, leaning further into Pea’s side. “She was literally throwing herself at my boyfriend. What was I supposed to do? Just sit here and let it happen?”
Toni leaned on her elbow, smirking. “Well, you could’ve ignored it, but nah, instead, you went straight for the territorial ‘he’s mine’ move.”
Fangs grinned. “Yeah, you practically marked your territory like a-”
I threw a fry at him before he could finish that sentence. “Don’t you dare say it.”
Sweets chuckled beside me, completely unbothered. “I mean, it was kinda hot.”
Toni gasped dramatically, slapping the table. “Oh my God! You like it when she gets jealous!”
Fangs burst out laughing. “Dude, he totally does! That’s why he didn’t shut it down immediately!”
Pea just shrugged, a smug smirk on his face. “What can I say? My girl’s hot when she’s ready to fight someone for me.”
I groaned, covering my face. “You guys are the worst.”
Toni nudged me with her foot under the table. “Nah, babe, you just make it too easy.”
Fangs grinned. “But for real, you don’t gotta worry about Josie. Pea’s whipped. We all see it.”
Sweet Pea rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. Instead, he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to my cheek. “Only one girl I care about.”
I crossed my arms, pretending to consider. “Even if I keep stealing your fries?”
“Even then.”
Toni and Fangs groaned again. “Okay, seriously, get a room.”
you and sweet pea have been dating, but sweet pea isn’t quite over his ex.
when you began dating sweet pea, it was only a few months after school had started. which meant that josie and SP’s relationship had come to an end four months before yours. you thought that sweet pea would be okay now, that he was ready for another. you’d taken a generous amount of time to really talk with him, getting to know his emotions well before anything would become complicated.
he swore that he was over josie, and that he wanted you. and you believed him.
“it just doesn’t make sense,” you admit, looking at reggie over your milkshake. you agreed to hang out at pops, just once. the whyte wyrm was your usual. “i mean, i thought i could trust him.” you frown, sweeping back a piece of hair from your face.
“i say, you break up.” reggie deadpanned.
“hey!” you laughed, reaching across the booth to slap his shoulder. “i’m serious!”
he smiles, pretending that he wasn’t wishing that you would crack the serpent's heart in two.
“i don’t know, sweetheart. i’m not good at this.” he admits, throwing an arm across his seat, the other ruffling his hair.
“i know, reg. i’m just happy that you listen anyway.”
reggie sometimes thought you were too innocent and kind to be a serpent at times. you attracted the opposite; sweet pea being the prime example. maybe even reggie.
“thank you, y/n, but i already know how amazing i am.” he laughed, and she just scoffed playfully.
he loved how she made time for everyone. she was a careful being, always checking in on the ones she cared for.
reggie’s eyes flicked to over your shoulder as the bell over the door rang. he groaned and rubbed his forehead as furrowed your brows.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, slowly turning your head to follow his gaze. you feared reggie’s ruthless ex veronica, would come to ruin a fun time.
fangs approached your table, a warm hand coming to clasp your shoulder as you smiled in relief. “fangs,” you exhaled. “hey, good to see you.” at the very least, fangs would offer you a smile.
but, something was different.
his posture is tense, his face was unwelcoming and rigid. your fists balled by instinct, and your jaw clenches. “what?” you ask, a bit anxiously.
“it’s pea.” fangs says, tugging your arm to come with him. your heart sank as you quickly rose out of the booth, pulling your purse out with shaking hands.
“i’m so sorry, reggie.” you quickly apologise, beginning to shuffle through your purse for a five.
“don’t worry about it, i’ve got it.” reggie gives you a forced smile.
you wave goodbye for a split second before whipping around as fangs drags you out of the chock’lit shoppe.
fangs doesn’t say anything until you arrive at the whyte wyrm. as you throw the stick into park, fangs finally speaks to you.
“it’s bad this time,” he warns you, a disappointed look on his face. “he’s drunk.”
you thank fangs before rushing in, seeing sweets on a bar stool, head in his hands.
“baby,” you’re relieved that he’s in one piece, still conscious. “i was so worried.”
you hug the cool leather of his serpent jacket, kissing the spot behind his ear.
after a brief hug, you come to sit in the bar stool next to him, gently raking the stray hair from his face. “let me see, sweets.” coaxing him into seeing the damage done.
“go away.” he mumbles grumpily.
“i just wanna help,” you try again, your hands nimbly attempting to pry them away.
sweet pea doesn’t reply. his shoulders sink further.
“sweet pea, i’ll just t-“
“fuck, y/n! just go!” he stands up suddenly, staring down at you.
he has a deep cut across the bridge of his nose, and deep purple bruises scattered across his face, the most prominent on his right cheekbone.
your cheeks turn red as the bar falls silent and most of them stare.
“pea, i’m just trying to help you get home safe.” you look at him in the eyes, your voice hard. “fucking fangs had to come while i was having fun, and take me away to take care of you.”
you don’t even know why you argue with him when he’s drunk. he’s not in the state of mind to even process your words.
“yeah, and who were you with, baby?” SP lets out a flat scoff.
“let’s just go.” you groan, standing up and glaring at him expectantly.
pea rolls his eyes, giving you a dirty scowl.
“i’ll help you home, yeah? get you something to drink at your house. you don’t gotta be here.” fangs cuts in, sounding desperate.
although you’re pissed at sweets for embarrassing you, and although it feels deeply buried inside you right now, you want him to get home.
“c’mon, sweets. i’ll take care of you. tuck you in and we’ll forget about it.” you offer, a tone so soft you know only he’d hear.
he groans in response, finally standing and wrapping an arm around fangs to go back to your car.
he’s practically asleep when you manage to get him in and buckled, mumbling a few incoherent words here and there.
when you and fangs finally lay him down in his bed, you thank fangs and reassure him you could take it from here. he gave you a long hug, before departing.
sweets was asleep by now, and you tugged off his serpent jacket and hung it up. you worked quick, sure to organize everything the way he’d want things. his chest and ribs seemed fine, just a few light bruises. the most damage was to his face, so you worked as quietly and carefully as possible. cleaning away the shallow cuts with alcohol pads before applying just a bit of ointment.
sweets was really pretty. his hair was pushed back, so you could really look.
he was in the deep sleep, on his way to a hangover, you quickly realized. he hadn’t even moved a bit while you fixed up his cuts. you pulled a tylenol from the bathroom mirror and set it on the nightstand before leaving. “good night, sweets.” you whisper before kissing his forehead, your heart fluttering as you turn to leave.
pea mumbles something, and you look back, thinking maybe he’d woke. his eyes were shut, and you chuckle to yourself as he continued on a string of jumbled sleep talk. that is, until you could make out a certain name, four different times.
josie.
the next day, you don’t talk to anyone. you’d spent the night thinking about everything you weren’t to him. that each time you kissed, had sex, held hands, touched..
he thought of someone else.
it absolutely broke your heart. it seemed like no matter what you did, you’d always be second. even worse, it made sense. why he didn’t want to go to the winter dance. why he never wanted to go to veronica’s speakeasy. he loved josie too much to see her.
sweet pea calls three times and texts more when you don’t respond for the better part of the day. you don’t read anything.
you ask toni if she’d come over. everything is bottled up in you, and the constant flow of tears isn’t helping. when she comes, you absolutely fall apart. you can barely breathe as you explain everything, including your feelings. you wish that the sting of rejection didn’t hurt so bad.
sweet pea is worried. he first woke with a bitch of a hangover, then realized how everything was arranged. the tylenol, the hung jacket, and his face was properly taken care of. he was so lucky for a girl like her.
he called to tell her how much he appreciated it; to thank her. she didn’t pick up, and he thought nothing of it, but when he texted six times and called twice more by noon, he felt a sinking feeling of dread as he asked all of his friends around the wyrm if they’d seen her.
he decided toni as the last chance before going over to her place. calling her, toni picked up on the second ring.
“what?” she hissed, not sounding very happy.
“jesus, i didn’t even say anything.”
“shut up. what do you want?”
“have you seen y/n?” pea asks hopefully, clinging to the last of his hope.
“yes. i’m here. comforting her, asshole.”
sweet pea had no idea what she was talking about.
“what? why? what happened?” was all he could rush out, already getting up and reaching for his keys.
“fucks sake, sweet pea. you really fucked her over last night.” sweet pea froze as she spoke, in utter shock.
“me? toni, what the hell are you talking about?”
“you don’t even remember. well, why would you? you were drunk.” toni says with a razor edge in her voice.
“fuck. what did i do?” sweet pea’s hands shake, his heart racing.
“fix it, pea. now.”
the next three school days, you avoid him. he searches for you, constantly, desperately missing you. toni wouldn’t tell him; she claimed he had to make it up to y/n. she didn’t have a say in their relationship. fangs knew a part of it, but they shared details of everything that had happened with each other.
he waited outside of your biology classroom. up until the bell, he watched closely as students filled the hallways, waiting to see his girlfriend.
unsurprisingly, she’s talking to reggie. sweet pea forces himself to swallow the rage that he feels.
was this why you’d been ignoring him? the bulldog had gotten to you?
he briskly pushes past others, grabbing your forearm and yanking you to the side of the hallway.
“what the fuck, y/n?” sweets jaw is jumping, his fist clenching and unclenching. “you’ve ignored all of my texts and calls? you ditched me for a bulldog?”
“get the fuck off of me!” you push at sweet pea, but his grip only tightens as he grabs both forearms.
“what the fuck is your problem?” sweet pea asks, glaring down at you.
“you’re a fucking liar! that’s my problem!” y/n stares back up at him, eyes filling with tears and spilling before she could stop them.
sweet pea lets go of her, his hands dropping to his sides. his heart aches, seeing her like this.
“y/n,” reggie’s unwelcomed voice intrudes the couples conversation. “we should go.”
sweet pea stares at her as she looks at reggie, then back up at him. he’s trying to suppress it all; every nerve in his body is tense and on edge. he was ready to kill reggie.
“stay out of it.” sweet pea snaps at him, looking past her to glare at him for a second. “slumming it with a north sider?” sweet pea humorlessly laughs.
“accusing me of cheating? again?” she’s tired of sweet pea being such a fucking hypocrite. she crosses her arms as she doesn’t take her eyes from his own. “that’s rich. you know, coming from you.” rolling your eyes, you throw a look over your shoulder to reggie, a half smirk on your face.
you receive the same look back.
“coming from me?” sweet pea narrowed his eyes.
“well, considering how much you love josie..” you trail off, ignoring the sting.
“oh my god! that’s what this is about?” sweet pea shoves a hand through his hair, raising his voice.
“no, it’s not! it’s about how you never cared about me! it’s about using me, wasting my time, a-and..” your voice cracks as you almost hug yourself, finding comfort in the serpent jacket you wore.
“stringing me along.. but still thinking of her.” you shudder, not even being able to continue all the reasons you should hate him. “a-and making me love you!” you turn away from sweet pea, breaking down into tears as you rush towards the girls bathroom. sweet pea nor reggie had time to react.
because, holy shit, you just said you loved him. sweet pea stood appalled, his own throat tightening as his fists clench.
toni tells him that she had left early that day. so, he does one thing right; follows her. he doesn’t care how insane it seemed, or how stupid it make him. that’s what people who love each other do, right?
you’re sitting on the end of your bed when he opens your door, one of his huge tee shirts on your body. you don’t say anything as he comes and sits next to you. your cheeks and nose are red. guilt drowns him.
before he can rattle off a speech of his feelings, everything he’d wanted to say to her, she broke the silence.
“i think we should break up.”
sweet pea snaps his head up to look at her, and her face is almost sympathetic.
“i don’t deserve this. i don’t want to be your rebound. then when you kept saying her name while you were asleep.. pea, fuck. i felt used. i had sex with you. and then you accused me of cheating in front of everyone at the wyrm.. i still brought you home, and cleaned you up, sweets! do you have any idea how dumb that makes me feel? i took care of you. the entire month of that dumb school dance.. i waited for you to ask. but you probably already had your plans with josie, huh? couldn’t bear to go through it with someone you didn’t love?” you look at him, then. he realizes you weren’t the girl that you were at the beginning of your relationship. you’re tired of him. he ruined you.
he’s crushed. all this time, you’d quietly suffered.
“i love you.” sweet pea admits. he should tell you how he didn’t love josie; that she doesn’t compare, and never will. he belongs to you. but he can’t seem to choke out a single word. He tries to blink away the tears. this can’t be the end of it.
there’s a long silence between the two of you.
“yeah, i love you too.” you stare at the ground.
sweet pea isn’t sure what to do. he feels rigid; like you hate him now.
his body longed for yours. you look at him again; you realize he’s crying, too. your eyes wonder to his lips for a mere second.
he just wants to make it better. he has no idea how. he’s never done this.
he moves to kiss you, his hand cupping your cheek but you turn away.
“i think you should go, now.” your skin is practically buzzing with sweet peas warm touch. it’s mournfully cold when he pulls away again.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbles, trying to keep his voice clear and strong. hands running through his hair in frustration. “i’m clueless when it comes to this.” sweet pea stands up, getting on his knees in front of you. “y/n, come on, we can’t break up.” his hands rest on your thighs, gently squeezing them. “i’m sorry. fuck, i don’t care, i’ll do whatever you want me to. anything,” sweets hates feeling so fucking helpless. “please. i love you. and this is all so new to me! i don’t wanna lose you.” you look away, slipping your hands over his own.
“sweet pea.. i don’t want to be with you.” you lied, clenching your teeth. you wanted him to leave you alone.
that was the last thing sweet pea wanted to hear. she was drawing out his heart ache painfully.
he left her that night, wounded by her words. even though each of their hearts told them to stay.
request: a Toni x fem reader where the reader is jughead's twin sister and toni is patching her up after she passes the serpent initiation? Please and thank you.
requested by: anonyous
a/n: Jones!reader...I actually love this request. I got everything this request asked for, but I am still sorry it’s so short. xx, aubree
warnings: none other than the fact that the reader joined again
word count: 161 (I AM SO SORRY IT’S SO SHORT)
(gif not mine)
MASTERLIST
The final trial for the initiation had left you dizzy and nauseous. The pain in your stomach matching the pain in your head. Your twin brother, Jughead, had gone through the initiation a week ago. He was beaten up far worse than you, but damn did this hurt. Toni handed you an ice pack, “Here, put this on your eye.”
“Thanks.” You smiled, “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” She placed a first aid kit on the table and grabbed a piece of gauze dabbing a little peroxide on it to clean the cut above your eyebrow, “I’m sorry I had to hit you.”
“Don’t worry about it, Topaz. I survived.”
“And now you’re one of us.” As she spoke, you looked over to your new Serpent jacket.
You grinned and looked down, a piece of hair falling in my face, “Sorry it took so long.”
Toni just smiled and continued patching you up, “Welcome to the Serpents.”
Summary: You arrive back in your once hometown of Riverdale with the Winchesters in order to work a case just across Sweetwater river, hearing about the case from an old friend from your past. Not knowing what exactly they’re walking into, Sam and Dean get to encounter some blasts from your past. Including the one and only FP Jones.
A/N: I want to apologize for it taking me so long to get this out. It’s been a crazy last two weeks but I finally finished part 2. I hope it lives up to what I provided with part one. Love you guys!
Word Count: 5258
Warnings: Language, Sexual Content
Pairings: FP Jones/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader (Platonic), Dean Winchester (Platonic, Maybe), Fred Andrews (Platonic)
Part 1
Jughead Jones:
“Hey Arch, who are those people your dad is sitting with?” Jughead asked, pointing behind where his best friend had been sitting next to Veronica Lodge.
“My dad’s here?” Archie asked with his eyebrows raised, turning around to look where the beanie wearing boy had been pointing. “Huh, that’s weird.”
“What’s weird Archie?” Betty Cooper asked from her spot next to Jughead, looking at her neighbor curiously.
“I don’t know who any of them are,” he said continuing to look at them. He watched as the girl who had been sat next to his father leaned against him.
“Wait, so you’re saying none of you have seen them before?” Veronica whispered yelled.
“I guess so,” Jughead shrugged and continued watching the woman next to Fred closely.
“Do you think they have something to do with Jason?” Betty asked the group as she watched the men sitting at the other table.
“I doubt it,” Archie said turning back to face the others. “They don’t look the sort.”
“Don’t judge a book by its cover Archicans,” Veronica said in a singsongy voice.
Jughead watched as the woman suddenly froze where she sat, staring off into the direction of the door. When he looked he saw his own father walk in and look around the room. Jughead furrowed his brow, confused at the sudden change of demeanor the stranger had while the others didn’t seem to be phased. When he turned back to look at the strange new comers he saw the woman quickly get up and speed to the women's restroom. She didn’t seem to phased by some of the men and even teenage boys in the diner checking out her figure. He even found himself thinking the strange woman was fairly attractive and assumed Archie did too. Jughead was so busy watching the stranger he didn’t notice Veronica or Betty get up and follow her until he saw their backs go into the restroom. “What are they doing?” he sighed, turning his attention back to the redhead.
“I’m going to guess they’re going to snoop,” he shrugged. “She did run away kind of fast when your dad walked in though.”
“You saw that too?” Jughead asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Archie nodded. “I mean, she is kind of attractive. She must do something she has to stay in shape for though, she had some serious muscle on her.”
“Hmm,” Jughead hummed and pondered for a moment, he hadn’t even noticed that about her. “The guys sitting over there seem pretty massive too, think they’re here together?”
“Probably,” Archie said before noticing Jughead's father FP now sitting at the table with his father and the two strange men. “Weirder.”
“Huh?” Jughead asked before looking back at the table the woman had just vacated and saw his father now sitting where she had left. “Yeah, I’ll say.”
“Well, we didn’t find anything out,” Veronica sighed as she took her seat again.
“Although she did seem kind of distressed,” Betty said with a shrug sitting back down next to Jughead.
Before either boys could answer they noticed the woman walk back out of the bathroom and towards the table, causing all of them to stay quiet and watch the interaction. Jughead was shocked by the way his father had responded at seeing the woman. The strong, vocal, serpent leader was at a loss for words when his eyes met the womans. The charming and charismatic woman he had just been observing with the other men was now speechless and shy. He didn’t understand what the deal was between the two but he knew they were more than just acquaintances with the looks they gave each other. Jugheads gaze shifted to the two other strangers at the table and noticed the one with longer chestnut hair was smiling, almost as though he was happy about the encounter. The man with short blonde hair however seemed angry and defensive about it. Jughead continued to watch as the man's jaw clenched tightly almost as if he was fighting with himself.
“(Y/N),” Jughead heard his father say in a soft voice, one he himself had only heard when he was a child or when he was around his sister.
“Hey FP,” the woman said, who he now knew to be named (Y/N) said.
Your POV:
“Long time no see,” smiled awkwardly at you. He reminded you of the young 16 year old FP, that had asked you out all those years ago, with how nervous he was.
“Yeah,” you sighed and looked down at your feet, still not making a move to walk closer. “I’ll say.”
One of the other men at the table cleared their throat loudly. When you looked over to the Winchesters you saw Sam subtly telling you that Dean had been the one to do it. Rolling your eyes you finally walked over to your table and stood next to it due to both sides of the booth being filled. Sam looked up at you and smiled, making a move to get up but you stopped him. “You sure, you don’t need to stand.”
“I’m good, but thank you Sammy,” you smiled at the younger man and pursed your lips. “So have you been properly introduced?” you asked looking at FP.
“No, we have not,” he said with his normal slick voice. The voice that always used to make your knees weak.
Nodding and trying to clear your head you looked at your boys. “Sam and Dean Winchester,” you waved your hand in front of them. “This is FP Jones,” you paused and tried to think of what to refer to him as.
“(Y/N) and I have been very good friends for a long time,” he answered for you and reached across the table to shake Sam's hand.
“Right, (Y/N) is practically an older sister to me,” Sam said. “She’s been around since I was about 3 years old, so she’s family. One of the only ones we have left,” you watched as his face portrayed a look of sadness, one that FP did not miss. You told him everything when you were together, even about the Winchesters and their lost loved ones.
“Well, she’s someone to keep around,” FP looked at you and smirked slightly before looking at Dean.
Dean shook his hand, albeit reluctantly. “That she is,” he said gruffly, gripping FP’s hand tightly.
FP raised an eyebrow at Dean, but released his hand and threw an arm over the back of the booth. Before he could say anything Fred stood and stretched. “Alright, I know you just got here but I need to head home,” Fred said. “Early morning at the sight.”
You pouted slightly and went around to hug him. “I feel like it's already too soon.”
“I know,” he embraced you tightly. “But if you guys are still in town for a few more days we’ll get together, I promise.”
“We better,” you squinted at him and poked his chest. “I’d love to meet Archie too, if he’s anything like his father I’m sure he’s a great kid.”
“Oh he is,” FP said with a smirk, laughing slightly.
“He a lady killer too?” you turned your head to look at FP.
“Big time,” FP answered before Fred could.
“For one, I was not a lady killer,” he gave you a serious look. “And secondly, he’s a great kid because he doesn’t have someone like you getting him in trouble.”
“What, me?” you scoffed jokingly. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“(Y/N) getting other people in trouble sounds about right,” Sam threw out and smirked at you.
Rolling your eyes you looked back at Sam. “I’m sure we could stand around swapping stories about her for awhile, but it’ll have to be another time,” Fred smiled at you and clapped his hand on your shoulder. “It was nice meeting you both,” he looked at FP with a serious face, one that told you more than words could. “I’ll see you later FP.”
FP just waved his hand at Fred before he walked away. You stood watching him walk over to the table where his son was sat with his friends. “So I gotta ask, is that other boy over there Jug?” you asked sitting down next to FP, not realizing how close you two were.
“Yeah,” he answered flatly, looking directly at you when you turned back around.
“No wonder he looked familiar,” you smiled slightly. “He looks a lot like you did.”
Smirking slightly FP just shrugged. “Except he’s not on the wrong side of the tracks.”
“You mean a gang?” Dean asked out of the blue, causing not only yourself but FP to freeze. You watched as Dean noticed the jacket FP had been wearing. You had been so used to it being a part of his normal attire you didn’t think anything of it, FP had been wearing his Serpent jacket and the eldest Winchester noticed.
“Dean,” you said defensively, making sure he looked you in the eyes. “Now is not the time or the place.”
Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. “It’s alright sweetheart,” FP said in a soft voice he only ever directed towards you. “My fault for keeping this ol’ thing on,” he shrugged and leaned back against the booth. You could feel his knee brush against your own, causing your cheeks to flush slightly which didn’t go unnoticed by the green eyed Winchester. He even noticed the way you watched FP’s movements from the corner of your eye.
Clearing your throat you looked around the table assuring no one was within earshot of you all before speaking. “So guys,” you looked at Sam and then at Dean. “FP is my informant, he let me know we had a potential case in Greendale.”
“Potential?” Dean asked. “You mean to tell me we drove all the way out here for a potential case, not a cold hard one.”
“Well,” you ran your hand through your hair. “We’ve done more on less,” you shrugged when he scoffed.
“Please excuse my brother,” Sam said giving Dean a dirty look. Sure he knew how Dean felt about you, but he wouldn’t let him treat you like this. “So what makes you think this is our kind of thing?” he asked looking at FP.
“People from the southside have been going missing while doing some errands,” he paused looking at you before continuing. “They were found in Greendale, dead.”
“And you think we can help because?” Dean huffed out annoyed.
“Because their necks were practically ripped open and they were drained of their blood,” he said dryly and defensively.
“So you thinking vamps?” Sam asked, looking at you and his brother.
“That or a Vetala,” you said with a sigh. You knew how much it hurt FP that it was people from his side of the tracks there were being taken. Placing your hand on his bicep, you squeezed it slightly in attempt to comfort him discreetly. Once you gripped his arm though it immediately took you by surprise by how much he was still in shape. His muscles were still firm as when they had been when you both were in your twenties. Looking at you from the corner of his eye, his lip tilted up in a small smile that almost turned into a smirk the longer you held you arm there. The sound of a throat clearing brought you out of your thoughts and you removed your hand. “Do you know if the victims had any traces of some sort of venom?” you asked with a slight rasp in your voice.
You noticed Dean roll his eyes before standing from the booth quickly. Before FP could answer your question Dean grabbed your arm and practically ripped you from the booth. “We’ll be right back,” Dean growled slightly. Both Sam and FP gave you a look that said if you asked for help they’d be there in a heartbeat.
Huffing you allowed Dean to pull you outside, ignoring all the strange looks you were getting from everyone inside, the group of teenagers included. Once outside you ripped yourself from his strong grasp. “Excuse you!” you yelled at him and crossed your arms. “What the hell was that for?”
“You were flirting with the damn witness again,” he clenched his jaw. “I saw it and I’m pretty sure Sam did too, how do you expect to get answers we need when you’re acting like that?”
“How am I acting?” you threw your arms up. “I was comforting him Dean, he’s lost people he cares about, you asshole.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose he exhaled loudly. “I saw the looks he was giving you and the looks you gave him, so I call bullshit.”
Looking inside you noticed Sam at the counter paying for your dinner and FP at the table speaking with his son. “I touched his arm and looked at him, no reason to cause a scene Dean,” you sighed and took a deep breath. “One minute your happy go lucky and laughing, the next your a territorial ass,” you paused as you thought about it for a moment. “You’re jealous aren’t you?” you smirked at him.
“What, me?” he scoffed and shook his head. “Why would you think that?”
“Because I barely even got a chance to speak with him before you dragged me out here like a caveman,” you said smugly, crossing your arms.
“I was just trying to make sure you didn’t let your urges get in the way of our job,” he said crossing his arms.
“Is that so?” you asked as you stepped closer to him. Placing your hand on his arm you looked up at him. “It would explain a lot you know.”
“It wouldn’t explain anything because I’m not jealous,” he said defiantly, although you saw in his eyes he was feeling something completely different as he watched you.
“Sure Dean,” you rolled your eyes and moved away from him, turning to walk towards the Impala. Completely missing the look of longing that he allowed to slip onto his face.
“Hey, Sam said you guys wanted to get a drink,” FP said walking out the diner with the younger Winchester on his heels.
Turning back around to face all three men you smiled brightly. “Oh I for sure need one right now,” you clapped your hands together and waited for the rest of them to reply.
“I’m in,” FP smirked watching you light up at his answer. He missed seeing you happy, even when you stopped hunting for few years you had together he rarely ever saw you happy. The trouble that being a serpent causes when things go south.
“Sure,” Sam said with a smile, rolling his eyes at your eagerness.
“I’m good,” Dean scowled and clenched his jaw.
Practically skipping up to the older Winchester you stood chest to chest with him. “You mean to tell me, you’re going to give up a chance for booze and hot chicks,” you backed up when you didn’t see his facial expression change. “Didn’t you want a drink to begin with?” you cocked an eyebrow.
“Well now I don’t,” he fake yawned before looking down at you. “I’m beat, wanna be up early to get this hunt taken care of,” he grabbed your shoulder lightly before looking up at his brother. “Let’s go back to the hotel.”
Slipping away from him before he could push you towards the Impala you moved to where FP stood. “Go right ahead, I’m going drinking,” you said sticking your tongue out at Dean.
“Dude,” Sam said walking up to his brother. “You seriously going to give up the chance to drink and see her drunk? It’s like two of your favorite things,” he said in a loud whisper, just soft enough for you not to hear.
“I don’t want to watch them make googly eyes at each other all night,” Dean growled.
“I watch you make googly eyes at her constantly, you can handle a couple more hours,” Sam said, clapping his hand on his brother back. “She might dance while she’s drunk, something else you enjoy.”
“You know, you are really making me seem like some creepy guy,” he looked at his brother slightly shocked.
“Because it is kind of creepy, but at least this way you can keep an eye on her,” Sam shrugged and looked over at you laughing with FP.
Dean watched you carefully with his jaw clenched. “Fine, but I won’t enjoy it.”
“Just remember, she had a life without us,” Sam patted his brother back and waved at you to get your attention. “We’re coming.”
“Great,” you yelled. “I’m going to ride with FP, just follow us,” you bit your lip and moved to walk to his truck, not realizing how close he is until he puts his hand on the small of your back.
Opening the door for you he makes sure your in the truck before going and getting in himself. “You know, the last time I saw you, you weren’t this happy,” he said while turning on the ignition.
“A lot of shit has happened,” you shrugged and looked out the window. “If I’m being honest, it’s all just a mask for them.”
As he backed away from Pop’s and drove onto the road he pondered what you meant before asking you. “Why?”
“We’ve lost more people For,” you sighed and leaned against the window. “Crazy shit has happened and I’m lucky to be alive right now, but they’re worse off,” you looked at him with a sad smile. “Why do you think I stayed with them all these years?”
“What happened?” he asked with his brows furrowed, focusing on the road.
“Well,” you paused. “You know, I didn’t think the next time I saw you I’d be complaining about my problems,” you laughed dryly. “I kind of left like an asshole and we didn’t speak much. Now here we are acting like none of that has happened.”
“It’s been a long time since then,” he shrugged without changing his expression. “Shit did it hurt at the time, but as the years past I forgave you because I knew why you did it. You live a dangerous life, even more so then I do and you didn’t want us getting hurt. So,” he sighed.
“So you moved on and raised your children, got married,” you bumped his arm with your hand softly. “I’m glad you did,” you stared off at the road, watching as the familiar streets of riverdale passed.
“You are?” he asked, turning his head to look at you briefly.
“Yeah, I am. I always wanted that. Living the apple pie life is what I used to dream about, even after I left, but things just don’t stop when you were raised like I was,” you shrugged and looked at him. “Now I accept it and I make sure I do everything in my power to keep those assholes safe. They’re my family.”
“Even with how that Dean guy treated you?” he scoffed slightly, feeling anger flare inside of him at Dean touching you like he did.
“He’s not usually like that, I’m pretty sure he was just jealous,” you pursed your lips and ran your hands up and down your thighs.
“Would explain the hostility,” he huffed a laugh.
“I never told him about us,” you said softly. “Sam knew, but I never really talked to Dean about my life outside of hunting.”
Smirking slightly he raised an eyebrow at you. “So I’m your dirty little secret.”
“Well, considering the last memory I have with you in a vehicle, yes. Yes, you are,” you smirked and pushed on his arm, blushing slightly at the memory.
-Past-
“Don’t you think we’re getting a little old to be making out in the backseat of a car?” you asked, cocking your eyebrow at the attractive man in front of you.
“Oh not at all,” he said pulling his jacket off. “It’s either we do it here or Tall Boy is going to come back to the trailer and get a full view of everything.”
Smirking you ran your hands up his chest and pushed him back against the door of the car. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” you said biting your lip, straddling his lap. “Probably won’t be the last either.”
“If I didn’t know any better you liked it,” he smirked and gripped your thighs tightly. “Does the queen like to be watched by her subjects?”
“What did I say about calling me that?” you scowled and slapped his arm.
Laughing he grabbed your arms tightly to keep you from hitting him again. “Well I’m sorry, but if I’m the king of the serpents that automatically makes you my queen, whether you like it or not.”
Huffing you pouted slightly. “But you know how I am.”
“I know, I know. Big bad hunting badass, not a weak woman whatsoever. Just think of it as though you are the most badass queen that ever existed that instead of having people fight for her, she fights for herself,” he ran his hands up your arms and cupped your cheeks. “But a badass hunter who is much sexier and much smarter than the rest.”
“You know if you keep talking like that, I may never let you out of this car,” you smiled and kissed him lightly.
Running his hand through your hair with one hand and using the other to grip your hip, he held you close to him. As you pulled away you heard him groan in discontent. “That’s what I’m counting on,” he grunted as he moved his hips slightly, making sure you could feel how much he wanted that.
“What do you want Forsythe?” you asked seductively, leaning forwards and kissing his neck softly.
Growling slightly, he moved you onto your back quickly but making sure you were lying comfortably on the leather seat of his car. “Did I ever tell you how much I regret telling you my full name?” he whispered against your collarbone as he leaned down on top of you from between your legs.
Cupping your hand against his scruffy cheek, you smiled. “It’s only fair, I mean you know my biggest secret.”
Brushing his nose against you jaw you felt him smile against you, you knew he secretly loved hearing his name being called from your lips. “God,” he sighed as he ran his hands up your sides gently. “I love you,” he said gruffly.
Running your hands through his hair you pressed your forehead against his. It was hard for you to say that you loved him or anyone for that matter but he knew, just by your actions he knew. He once had told you that you never had to say it as long as you knew that he loved you. You had seen so much death in your life before you had even turned 30 that he understood from the very first time he had said it. It had been after he found out about your life as a hunter he had said it because he knew he could lose you at any moment. The moments you did say it were the moments that meant so much more to him and you.
“I love you too,” you whispered barely loud enough for him to hear you.
He looked into your eyes for a moment, almost making sure you meant it before crashing his lips to yours. It was a sweet and heated kiss. You could feel his hands move underneath your thin tank top as they caressed you gently. FP had always been sweet with you unless you asked for something rougher, like when you would come home from a bad hunt, but he always made sure you felt loved with him. Anytime any of the other serpent girls would make comments about his rough demeanor and how its probably the same in the bedroom you would have to keep yourself from not only hurting them but laughing as well. He was a ruthless leader and always did things when they needed to be done but he was never like that when it was just the two of you, though he would say the same about you. Most members were terrified of you because of the beating you gave Mustang for trying to grope you, you knew that FP would have done it if you didn’t. He probably wouldn’t have been as rough about it though.
“What are you smiling about?” he pulled away and looked down at you.
You hadn’t even realized you started smiling. “Just thinking about you,” you shrugged.
“Well, I’m glad you’re thinking about me and not someone else,” he smirked kissing your jaw. “I’d be pretty hurt it that were the case.”
You smacked his shoulder lightly as he started to laugh. “I was just thinking about how different you are around me.”
“What do you mean?” he rested his head on your shoulder.
“You’re more gentle and less demanding,” you cupped his cheek lightly. “Even though you know I can take the roughness,” you laughed slightly.
“You’re my queen,” before you could groan at the name he continued. “And even if you don’t like that I’m always going to treat you as such, even when we can get away from here. Live our life away from gangs, drugs, and monsters,” he nipped your earlobe. “I for one can’t wait to have a family with you.”
Smiling you hugged him to you tightly. “We will soon,” you whispered. “Won’t hurt to practice until then though right?”
“I like the way you think,” he practically purred into your ear as he pressed his crotch against yours.
“I can tell,” you smirked and ran one of your hands down his chest and stomach. As he kissed and sucked at your neck you made work of unbuttoning his tight jeans that seems to be hurting him at this point. “You never did tell me what you wanted.”
“Well for starters,” he pulled away from you abruptly and looked down at you. “You’re wearing way too many clothes.
Cocking an eyebrow at him you smirked. “And what would you like me to do about that, sir?” you asked in a submissive way you knew he loved when the mood hit him.
“Take them off, now,” he smirked at you, watching you carefully.
Sitting up you looked at him through hooded eyes, slowly pulling your tank top over your head, making sure he watched every movement you made. As soon as your shirt fell to the floor he was over you again, his lips capturing yours in a hot and passionate kiss that curled that made your toes curl. His hands moved up your bare stomach and snaked their way behind your back, unclasping your bra skillfully. You could feel him smirk as he continued to kiss you, knowing full well he got exactly what he wanted. “For,” you gasped as you felt him press against your thigh, knowing just how hard he was.
“Shh,” he hushed you, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth as he made quick work of unbuttoning your white washed jeans. Being in such a cramped spot made moving much more difficult but he managed to pull your pants and panties down your legs without moving to far away. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out heavily as he looked down at your bare form.
Reaching up and gripping the hem of his shirt you pouted slightly. “You’re still wearing to many clothes.”
Rolling his eyes but still smirking, he pulled his shirt off over his head quickly, revealing his toned body. He wasn’t rock hard like you knew Sam had been, but he was firm and soft in all the right places. You loved his body and more importantly he loved yours, imperfections and all. “That better?” he drawled, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Not quite,” you smirked looking down at his jeans. You had only gotten a chance to get them unbuttoned before he pulled away. “Those too, please,” you looked up at him through thick lashes.
He growled slightly and pushed his jeans down, following quickly after were his boxers. “I don’t think we have time for foreplay tonight sweetheart,” he said gruffly, moving his hand up your thigh, grazing his fingers over your heated core.
Biting your lip you grabbed his arms, pulling him to you. “Lucky I’m always ready for you then,” you nipped his cheek as you felt his tip graze your slick folds. “We can play later.”
“Fuck,” he groaned as he slid inside of you slowly.
-Present-
“Sweetheart,” the sound of FP’s deep voice brought you out of your thoughts and you turned your head to face him, knowing full well your face was flushed still.
“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow, clearing your throat slightly.
He smirked knowing full well what you had been thinking about on the drive over. “We’re here,” he motioned his hand that had been on the steering wheel to the left. There stood the Whyte Wyrm.
“God, it still looks the same,” you gaped and turned to look back towards the road, seeing Sam and Dean pull up in the Impala.
“Well,” he shrugged. “It’s all the same people who come in, excluding some of the newbies.”
“That explains that mystery,” you smirked and got out of the truck. “I figured as much,” you yelled back over your shoulder, smiling at Sam who had just stepped out of the Impala. “Is he still grumpy?” you mouthed slightly, pointing your finger towards Dean who had still been sitting inside of his beloved car.
Sam nodded and rolled his eyes. He had to deal with Dean bitching about how you shouldn’t trust FP or how you should stop throwing your sex appeal everywhere because it’s not right. He knew exactly how his brother felt about you, before even Dean knew.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” Dean huffed out as he stepped out from the driver's seat of baby. “I need a beer, or ten.”
Rolling your eyes you smirked and looped your arm with his. “Lighten up Princess, I’ll make sure you have a good time,” you laughed slightly when he groaned, missing the way he smiled at you.
“I sure hope you can still hold your own (Y/N/N),” FP smirked at you before walking towards the building.
“Course I can, question is. Can you old man?” you cocked an eyebrow releasing Dean and running up to FP, again missing the way Deans facial expression changed at you behavior.
“Just what we need, a drunk (Y/N),” Sam laughed catching up to his older brother, watching the way you pushed FP out of your way and run inside.
Breathing in the warm air of the bar you remembered just why you loved it so much. The music was classic and the lounge itself felt like home to you. This is where you met some of your best friends that you would have even considered family. You would die for these people, even now, you were once and always will be a serpent.
“THE QUEENS BACK!” you heard a deep voice yell from the bar.
“Queen?” Dean asked walking up beside you.
“QUEEN OF THE SERPENTS!” someone else yelled.
Looking at the men who had just walked in apologetically you took a deep breath. “Well shit.”
For those of you who have read Like Brother, Like Sister -
Would you be interested in another part? After this week’s episode, I was feeling inspired. Would be cool to write about the reader & Jughead going through all the trials together to become Serpents and then Archie’s reaction and just see where it goes from there...
