#bughead au

PETER PAN AU

Captain Hook never cared a whit about Peter Pan. How much harm could a flying red-headed boy do?

Fairies, however, were worth their weight in gold.

“When did Santa get so tiny?”

“Alright... I’ll help you - but you have to tell me if anything goes wrong. Promise?” Jughead stepped closer, dipping his head low to meet her downcast eyes. “Betts? Promise me.”

“I promise, Jug. I trust you,” she said in a whisper, her voice trembling.

“Okay, come sit here,” he said, dragging a few of the kitchen chairs to the living room. He sat and motioned for her to take a seat in the chair facing him, “This may be easier than on the couch.”

Betty stood, pulling on the hem of her vest nervously as she made her way around the coffee table. He could tell from her posture and the way she keep clenching and unclenching her fists that she was more terrified of what he may find than of him actually poking her subconscious.

“Relax, Betty, I’ve got you. Give me your hands,” he said softly. She took a deep breath, placing her trembling hands in his steady ones, his touch instantly calming her. “Alright, now close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice. I want you to imagine you are walking down a flight of stairs, can you see?”

“Yes,” she answered, her mind feeling more and more clear as she got closer to the bottom of the staircase. 

“Good, now picture a door at the end of the stairs,” he said, his mind clearly seeing what she was imagining. Jughead noticed immediately that he couldn’t read her thoughts anymore and his hearing has been restored.

And as he took a closer look, he realized that this Betty wasn’t the Betty Cooper of today, she was the Betty Cooper from eight years ago. 

His Betty... 

He shook that thought loose as he followed her footsteps closely, speaking in her ear. “This is the door that leads to your subconscious, Betty. I need you to open the door.”

Mindscape Betty turned around, her ponytail swinging from side to side with the motion. 

“I’m scared, Jug...”

“Don’t be scared, I’ve got you. I won’t let anything hurt you,” he declared, placing his hands on her shoulders to reassure her. 

That was the moment he noticed the weathered leather jacket and rings he hadn’t worn in years. He looked down and saw that he too was not himself - he was dressed exactly like he did when they were in high school.

Back before things fell apart, back when they were still... Best not to go back there, Jughead.

“Okay...” Betty nodded, tightening her ponytail as she turned towards the door. He couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, remembering all the times she’d done that when she was determined to solve a mystery. She attempted to turn the knob but it only jiggled, refusing to turn. “It’s locked.”

“So, unlock it.”

“How? I don’t have a key,” she huffed.

“When has that ever stopped you, Nancy Drew?” he asked with a grin. 

Betty’s eyes lit up and she reached into her hair, pulling out the bobby pins she secretly keep there. She seemed giddy as she dropped to her knees, listening closely for the tumblers to click. It took less than a minute for her to pick the lock, even though she hadn’t done it in years. She stood up and grabbed the knob, her other hand finding Jughead’s.

“Ready?” she asked. 

“Ready...”

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Bones & All Bughead AU

Betty sets off on a roadtrip after her father abandons her the day after her eighteenth birthday. She hopes to find her mother to get an answer for her strange proclivity...the taste of human flesh. 

A Riverdale AU multichapter with grit and perseverance.

Summary: Jughead Jones was having a terrible week. His breakup with former co-star Trula Twyst was plastered all over the internet and all he wanted to do was hide. With a swift kick in the ass from his twin sister, JB Jones, Jughead sets off to find some enjoyment for himself.

What he doesn’t expect is to run into a girl at the park. He doesn’t expect the connection they forge. And he certainly doesn’t expect where life takes them.

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This is a 20 part angstfest with a happy ending, folx. The first chapter of this will be a preface. Please read it carefully. It contains potential triggers that will be discussed or mentioned in those 20 chapters.

Read our Preface here.

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The plan is to post every Tuesday and Friday until it's all out there. We will try our best to stick to this schedule, but we all know that shit happens, amiright?

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Now, a little background. @mieteve-minijoma approched me TWO years ago with this idea. And how could I say no to my soul sister, right? This fic is two years and A LOT of personal reasons delayed. But we finally made it and she's ready to see the light of day.

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It had been inevitable, she knew. From the moment she accepted Jughead’s invitation to get out and forget the cares of the day, something had been burning. They’d been drawn to each other like moths to a flame. Forgetting seven years of hurt as they relaxed in each other’s company. Play acting like it was fine, that they didn’t have baggage weighing them down. Stumbling happily into mistakes that could be their undoing

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