Fight With A Snake ~ Jughead X Reader

Fight with a Snake ~ Jughead x reader

Word count: 1,429

Warnings:  violence, some swearing

Summary: The reader is fed up with Cheryl and starts a fight. Jughead calms her down.

A/N: I know Cheryl joins the Serpents after they loose the Wyrm but I really liked the idea of the reader being a bartender there.

I had been a Serpent almost all my life. After my parents died and I had nowhere to go they became my family, my home. They were everything to me. The Serpents had saved me from so many situations – from Ghoulies, drug dealers and even some Bulldogs.

Currently I was standing behind the wooden counter at the Whyte Wyrm, our fortress. No matter how bad it smelt of whisky and old cigarette smoke it was still my favourite place.  Whenever I could I spent my time there in this safe haven. That was one of the reasons why I had started bar tending a few years ago.

“Hey Sweet Pea, want any more?”, I asked the admittedly handsome guy, who for a change sat at the bar instead over at the pool table. Looking up at me he nodded and I turned to get him a refill. That was when I saw her out of the corner of my eye – a flash of red in the otherwise black crowd. Cheryl Blossom. She walked into the bar, Toni right by her side – as always. She always walked in like she owned the place, hips swinging side to side, head high in the air. As per usual all eyes were on her and I knew she loved the attention. Rolling my eyes I whirled around and took a bottle of beer from the fridge. I turned back to the counter and gave Sweet Pea his drink as the oh so marvellous Cheryl Bombshell made her way towards the bar.

“Hey, there!”, the newest member of the Serpents greeted me overly cheery and ordered a shot of Tequila. While I retrieved the bottle of spirit she continued talking to me. “You know you should change up your look sometime. It must get boring constantly wearing more or less the same outfit.” Cursing her on the inside I ignored her snarky remarks and filled the shot glass for her. These remarks seemed to be a constant companion of hers or at least around me. There was always something she had to criticize about me, be it my looks, what I said or what I did, something was always wrong. I should’ve been used to it by now but it still bothered me.

Just as I wanted to turn and put the bottle in it’s rightful place Cheryl said something that made the boiling pot of anger inside of me finally overflow. It wasn’t because her words where worse than those before or anything it was just the drop too much in an already full glass. “I’d say you should cut your hair, get a new haircut, this one doesn’t look good on you anyway.”

Taking a deep breath I clenched my jaw. My fingernails digging into my palms. Full of anger I threw the bottle that was still in my hands onto the floor which caused a loud crash as it broke on the wooden boards. “That’s it!”, I roared which caused everyone to shift their eyes to me, “I have had enough of your snarky, bitchy little comments.”  During my outburst the girl in question moved a few steps back in surprise.

I jumped over the wooden counter and landed only a few feet in front of her pretty little high heels. “You just barge in here like you own the place, but you’ve been here for like what? A month?” With each word I took an angry step closer to her. I was furious.

“(Y/n)”, Toni tried to calm me down by laying a hand onto my arm. Ignoring her I continued my rant right up into Cheryl's face. “You are no Serpent”, I spat out full of spite, “Prancing around in your expensive shoes and dresses, living first in Thornhill and then in Thistlehouse. You have no idea what it’s like to struggle to survive, to grow up the way we grew up. You will never understand the loyalty and the sense of family we feel towards each other, you bitch!” And with that I did something I had been wanting to do for so long. I punched her square in the face.

A shocked murmur went through the crowd. No one had expected something like that to happen. Not quite yet satisfied I connected my fist with her face again. Of course she tried to fight back. Even tough she landed a few hits – none of them very painful – she was no match to me. After all I grew up with this kind of fighting – with your bare fists, with switch blades. Cheryl on the other hand was only used to bow and arrows, but this time her oh so fancy weapon would not help her.

During the first few punches no one moved all still too shocked. Once the shock had passed chaos broke out. Some Serpents cheered me on them too being sick of Cheryl, others shouted at me to stop. Toni of course tried to keep me from her girlfriend but the furry gave me a strength that Toni couldn’t stop. Only when Sweet Pea was able to get a hold of my arms did Cheryl avoid any further punches.

Struggling to get out of Sweet Pea’s grip I stomped on his foot making him hiss. He still wouldn’t let me go so I threw my head back hitting his nose full force bruising it badly and maybe even breaking it. Sweet Pea let out a noise of pain and loosened his grip on me.

In that moment Jughead Jones, the Serpent king and my boyfriend, walked into the Wyrm. Noticing the commotion he incredulously asked: “What the hell is going on in here?!” Seeing him made my anger subside and I hung in Sweet Pea’s arms exhausted.

After one of the bystanders told Jughead what had occurred he took me by the arm and moved with me through the door next to the bar and into the small storage room, one of the few somewhat private rooms in the building.

“Here come sit down”, the black haired boy pointed towards a few crates. I followed his orders. What was all that about?”, he inquired softly worry in his eyes. “I... I...”, I tried to get out but was hindered by violent sobs. I wrapped my arms around myself and the tears started to fall from my eyes. “Hey... hey... shh... everything will be just fine”, Jughead comforted me wrapping his strong arms around me and patting my back. For a few minutes that was how we stayed, his arms wrapped around me pressing me to his chest, my head buried in the crook of his neck crying onto his iconic S-t shirt.

After calming down a little I finally looked up at him again and started explaining only interrupted by a few quiet sobs and sniffles. Jughead was listening attentively.

“It’s just that... I’ve been a Serpent for a long time and... now Cheryl just marches in like she... owns the place and it feels like she is pushing me out... and she is just a stone cold bitch who thinks she is better than everyone especially...  me. She’s constantly criticizing me whether it’s my hair or my choice of shoes that day – there is always something. And I just couldn’t take it any more. Her words just hurt really badly. I’m so so sorry that I started that fight. I know I shouldn’t have done it.”

Jughead gave me another hug and I was finally calm again. “It’s OK. All of us do things like that.” He sat down next to me on another stack of crates and took my somewhat bruised hand into his. “You know what, just ignore her. I know it’s hard to do so. She is sometimes quite annoying. And you don’t have to worry about her pushing you out that will never happen. All of the Serpents, everyone of us, knows that Cheryl is nothing compared to you. She just likes to make a show out of everything which isn’t necessarily a good thing. I can’t just kick her out because she’s a bitch”, he ended with a grin.

After a moment of content silence he continued with a smile: “Please don’t do that again, I have enough trouble with one hot head.” Thinking of some of the past actions by Sweet Pea the two of us had to chuckle.

Caressing my cheek Jughead then added: “And I would never let anyone push you out, after all you’re my Queen.” He leaned in and kissed me.

Strong and Desirable ~ Aramis x reader

Word count: 835

Warnings: a little bit of violence

Summary: The reader works in a pub and is being bothered by some drunk customers, but she knows how to take care of them.

A/N: What do you guys think of this ‘You’-perspective? It’s the first time I ever used it and I’m not quite sure if I like it or not.

The four musketeer friends were sitting in one of the many taverns Paris had to offer savouring the company and ending their successful day with the enjoyment of some drinks.

For a while now Aramis had been watching the gorgeous girl serving the drinks. She was wearing a simple brownish-beige coloured dress, her sleeves rolled up to prevent them from getting dirty or wet. Some of her skirts were tucked under her bodice making it easier for her to walk in between the tables and benches. The hems of her skirts were fraying from dragging on the floor. Her long (h/c) hair was in a simple up-do, a few stray strands framing her face. The girl had a wit about her.

Aramis couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you. Even when his comrades included him in their conversation he constantly glanced at you. He couldn’t understand why and how such a beautiful girl would work in such a rough and dirty establishment.

You had noticed the stare of the handsome musketeer sitting in a corner chatting with his friends. You had never seen anyone quite as attractive as he was – the leather uniform that fit his frame tightly, his luscious dark brown locks that framed his face, the elegant beard he wore and those mesmerizing brown eyes that caused you to melt internally. You were wondering whether he would call you over at some point to bring him and his friends some more drinks so that you could start a conversation with him. But in the meantime you had to be satisfied with his watchful eyes.

“Hey! Missy!” The shout tore you out of your thoughts and reminded you of your job. Looking in the direction of the shout you saw a somewhat older unshaven man sitting at a table with equally unkempt men waving for you to bring over some more drinks. Quickly grabbing a new jug of ale you made your way over to the waiting guests.

“Finally”, one of the men commented as you filled their cups with the aromatic liquid. You had gotten used to the rude comments of drunkards, so you just ignored him. As you leaned against the table to reach the last cup you suddenly felt someone’s hand on your butt. One of the men was feeling you up. For a second you froze but recovered quickly. The man’s friends noticed their companion’s doing and cheered him on. When you pulled away he stood up hooking his arm around your waist pulling you close. He stank of alcohol.

Aramis saw the commotion from across the room and quickly stood to come to your aid. You saw Aramis’ movement from the corner of your eye. The concern was written all over his face. What a gentleman and romantic he must be. You thought it was sweet of him to want to come to your aid but you didn’t need his help. This wasn’t the first time that you had to deal with handsy drunkards.

Without turning to the man who had his arm slung around you you took a calm, deep breath before you elbowed his guts with all your strength causing him to double over gripping his stomach. This made Aramis stop in his tracks. He hadn’t expected that. You turned around to the man next to you and kneed him full force in his privates, causing him insufferable pain that would remind him to never mess with you again. He let out a screech of pain and dropped to the floor.

You reached down and snatched the almost full money pouch from his belt. “Thanks for the tip”, you said smiling fakely before you left to carry on with work. During this transaction the tavern had grown silent. The four musketeers, especially Aramis, were impressed and surprised.

About an hour later it was already dark out and the musketeers had enough enjoyment for the evening. The four of them stood up to leave. As Aramis finally waved you over like you had hoped, Athos, Porthos and d’Artagnan had already left, making their companion pay for them all.

You walked over to him, an empty jug in your hands, a small smile on your lips. Aramis looked down at you. “Can I give you a tip without being brought to my knees?”, he asked jokingly before chuckling. His words made you blush and look away a little embarrassed about your behaviour earlier. Looking back at him you replied: “Yes.”

In a swift motion he handed you a few coins and then, to your surprise, gently pressed his lips to yours. Before you had comprehended what had happened Aramis had already pulled back and was halfway to the door.

“I hope next time the tip is a little more elaborate”, you called out to him while grinning. When he turned around you saw a glint in his brown eyes telling you he knew you didn’t mean the money. You couldn’t wait for the next time to come.

Would it be alright if I sent you some Grimm ideas? I've only gotten through the first two seasons so far, but I think I have a few ideas. -&

Sure! I would love to hear them, but it might take a while ‘til I get around to writing them.

Do you still write for Grimm? -&

Sometimes but quite seldomly. I don’t really get that many good ideas for Grimm fanfictions. I’m hoping to post a Monroe x reader oneshot in the next couple of days.

I’m the broken Pringle on the bottom of the tube

My body, when I drink way too much alcohol for what I'm used to: Go ahead and destroy your liver. I don't fucking care.

My body, when I drink 2 cups of black tea in the evening: How dare you?! You're going to regret this, bitch!