So, I'm Only In Season Three, But I Thought It Would Be Cool To Do A Sean Renard X Reader Where Reader

So, I'm only in season three, but I thought it would be cool to do a Sean Renard x reader where reader is Freddy and Rosalee's sister and when Freddy was murdered, she was brought in for questioning and Sean saw her for the first time walking out of the precinct and when Sean gets more involved with Team Grimm (that's what I call the main group), he gets to know her better while she helps run the spice shop. It just sounds like a fun idea -&

I like the idea. But I’m not sure if I’ll write it. It’s hard for me to write fanfiction for characters that I myself don’t really feel attracted to. I mean I like Sean but not in in a romantic way. I’ll think about it. Maybe I’ll try to write something with Sean. If you have anymore ideas for Nick or Monroe send them my way, as I will more likely be inspired to write about them.

Masterlist

I was inspired by the lovely @padfootagain and her Masterlist. Go check her out! Her fanfictions are amazing.

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Jughead

Fight with a Snake

Lost and Found Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Sweet Pea

Bruised

Aramis

Just a casual affair

Strong and Desirable

An unforeseen rescue

The Seductive Power of an Honest Man

Will Scarlett

Rescue in a Heartbeat

Tincke

Still Standing

Floki

Ale and Dares

Louis Condé

Looking for a man

Five Hargreeves

The Fifth Musketeer

Monroe

Scary on the Outside but Soft on the Inside

Jamie Fraser

Scot in shining armour

Bruised ~ Sweet Pea x reader

Word count: 1,749

Warnings: violence

Summary: The reader is being bullied and Sweet Pea steps in.

It was a Thursday, early afternoon. I was sitting in English class. My eyes wandered through the class room over the students all struggling to focus on what the teacher was saying about Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I myself didn’t care to much about the words leaving her mouth as I has read the play multiple times and knew what it meant. Being the good girl had its advantages. If I for once got lost in my daydreaming it usually didn’t matter much because I caught up quickly and when the teachers noticed that I didn’t pay attention they usually didn’t mind too much either. They to knew that I would keep my good grades up.

My gaze swept over the heads of my class mates and out of the window. The trees were green with fresh leaves and here and there there were a few flowers visible in the grass in front of school. Wondering what I would do once school had finished my eyes lost focus. Suddenly movement caught my attention. Focusing back on what was happening outside, I noticed a group of teens standing over at the bikes. All of them clad in black, the only colours that stood out were the pink hair of the girl laughing and the green snakes embroidered on the back of all of their leather jackets. Serpents. They had just recently joined Riverdale High but it seemed like they already felt comfortable here – judging by the way they laughed and talked high-spirited.

Normally I wasn’t interested in any guys. From what I’ve seen around school it never ended well and anyway my education and future were too important to invest so much time in a relationship that didn’t last very long. But for some reason with Sweet Pea it was different. As soon as I had laid my eyes on the tall Serpent ans his tough and dangerous looks that very first day that they transferred I couldn’t forget about him. His dark and brooding eyes haunted me where ever I went. Although I had never talked to him, although the closest that I had ever been to him was standing on the other side of the hallway, he followed me everywhere, in my dreams, when I tried to study, during class just like at the moment.

After seeing the four teens outside head towards the school’s entrance I shifted my attention back to the front of the class. Shortly after the bell signalizing the end of class rung. The students started filing out of the room in relief.

Putting in the combination I opened my locker. The hallway was filled with students happily chatting with friends either on their way to their next class or on their way home. I put my books into their designated space and closed my blue locker door. Just as I turned around to leave I heard all too familiar voices coming closer, laughing loudly over the other noise. Looking over my shoulder I saw the bulldogs, Reggie in the lead, walking down the hallway. Quickly I turned around again in hopes they hadn’t noticed me. Of course luck wasn’t on my side, their footsteps stopping right behind where I stood.

Taking a deep breath I slowly turned around a big forced smile decorated my face. “Hey there, nerd!”, Reggie grinned and forcefully pushed me back. I stumbled against my metal locker. A surprised cry escaped my lips making people look towards me. Most of them ignored me and carried on, scared to stop the group of athletes. The couple of Bulldogs circled me leaving me no path to escape. Putting his hand on the locker just above my head Reggie leaned down to me.

Just then I looked over his shoulder and caught Sweet Pea’s eye. He was standing at the end of the hallway with his friends chatting. He must’ve seen the fright in my eyes because he purposefully walked over to our group. Sweet Pea grabbed the team captain by the collar of his blue and yellow varsity jacket violently shoving him to the floor.

Everything broke into chaos. I was long forgotten as the other footballers turned to jump the tall Serpent boy. That was when his fellow gang members sprung into action at first a little surprised that Sweet Pea would come to my aid then quickly hurrying to help their comrade. The fight was in full action – Bulldogs against Serpents. I stood on the side pressed up against a metal locker door scared shitless. I had never witnessed a fight at school before especially not one this violent and full of hatred.

Fists were flying. Bodies entangled. Once in a while you could see the flash of a silver ring, only a moment before it collided with the opponent’s face. The other students only stood there keeping their distance so not to accidentally be struck.

Suddenly an angry voice boomed through the crowded halls making everyone halt in an instance. “Stop! Immediately!” At the end of the hallway stood Principal Weatherbee – furious. “You!”, he pointed at the entangled teens then at me. “To my office! Now!” Getting to their feet the others made their way to the office. I quietly followed behind tightly holding on to the strap of my bag unsure about what would happen next.

All of us shuffled into the neat office. Weatherbee slammed the door shut and moved to stand behind his desk. Looking angrily at us he lectured us about not starting fights. Ashamed I wasn’t able to meet his gaze and instead stared at my feet stuck in white converse. “So, of course this can’t go unpunished”, the principal concluded sternly, “all of you have detention for the next two weeks.” Shocked I raised my head. This couldn’t be. I never had to go to detention. This was a big black stain on my otherwise white vest.

“And you”, he pointed at Sweet Pea, “you are additionally suspended for the next two days. I hope this will teach you to stop starting fights!” Some of the Bulldogs snickered. The boy didn’t seem to care but in my eyes this was unacceptable. “But sir”, I spoke up surprised by my sudden courage causing everyone to look at me, “this is unfair. It wasn’t him or any other Serpent that started the fight. They just came to help me.” I tried to defend the black clad teens and to reduce the punishment. “It was Reggie and his Bulldogs that started”, I reasoned with him. “The decision has been made. Now leave!”, he retorted throwing us out of his office.

The others scattered and made their way to class. I noticed Sweet Pea storm towards the front entrance. Trying to catch up with him I started running. Reaching him I rested my small hand on his muscular arm and said his name which made him turn around and look down at me. Embarrassed I pulled back my hand. I looked up at him.

“Thank you. For helping me. That was very nice of you”, I told him. A weak smile made its way onto his face. “No problem.” His face looked pretty banged up. He had multiple bruises that were already turning dark. His left eye was decorated by a shiner and there were a few cuts on his nose and cheek. “God, you look awful.” “No shit Sherlock. I hadn’t noticed”, he said moodily rolling his eyes and started to walk away.

“Hey, wait! I’m sorry.” That made him stop. I walked up to him. “You should get those cuts cleaned”, I told him halting in front of him. Then embarrassed I added while blushing: “If you have a first aid kit I could do it for you.” Sweet Pea kindly smiled at me. “I don’t have one with me but there’s one at my trailer”, he replied softly, “if you want to come, if not I can do it myself.” “No! I’ll come with you. It’s the least I could do”, I insisted. “Well, then let’s get going.”

I quietly followed him to his bike. What was I doing? This was so unlike me – jumping on the back of a bike holding on to a more or less stranger who could be taking me god knows where. Something told me I could trust the young Serpent and so I held on tight to him my arms wrapped around his waist, my heart beating fast heading towards the south side of the tracks. When we reached Sunnyside Trailer Park and Sweet Pea’s trailer I got off of the motorcycle and followed him up the steps and into his small, somewhat messy but still cozy home.

While Sweet Pea left to get the first aid kit I stayed where I was, taking in his living room. It was small but welcoming. There was a sofa and a few armchairs situated in front of a somewhat older TV. The coffee table in the middle of the room was covered in things – papers, a cup, the remote and a few other odds and ends. When the Serpent boy retrieved the box of medical supplies he sat down on the chesterfield motioning me to come over. I crouched down in front of him and unpacked the things I need to fix him up.

A few silent minutes later the cuts were cleaned and the worst ones had been bandaged. The both of us were lost in our thoughts. Not realizing that I was already done I kept kneeling where I was. I admired his beautiful tan skin and his soft brown eyes. Unconsciously I started tracing Sweet Pea’s monochrome Serpent tattoo. My feathery light touch made him shiver lightly. His eyes connected with mine, causing the tension between us to rise. “You are so beautiful”, the Serpent boy whispered quietly and then leaned down surprising me when his warm and soft lips connected with mine.

The kiss was gentle and careful almost as if he were scared to overwhelm me, scared I would run out on him. This was so unlike his tough exterior that intimidated everybody. That was when Sweet Pea bashfully pulled away avoiding all eye contact.

He seemed ashamed by the fact that I hadn’t kissed him back. Moving closer to him I put my finger under his chin and made him look at me. Then I leaned in and kissed him. Through the passionate kiss I could feel his smile starting to form.

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A single oxide

You walk on the same street

Away from me merely a few feet

I reach out my hand

But you disappear

So close but yet so far

Soft waves of chestnut brown silk

That frame a face with skin pale as milk

Ice blur spheres that scan the crowd

While you smile your pretty smile so proud

I see you on the other side of the street

With your friends having a meet

My head in the clouds and always alone

I’m see-through - like a ghost to you

So close but yet so far

My heart jumps and flutters with love and happiness

But it aches and isn’t only full of bliss

Longing for him and his warmth next to my body

But he will never love me

In my thoughts I see you with another girl

Holding her hand, doing a twirl

Just her on your mind

Not a single thought for a girl like me

So close but yet so far.

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.