Summary: When they go camping in Fox Forest for a night, it’s all fun and games until Fangs goes missing. Maybe the legend of the Gargoyle King isn’t as fake as they thought.
AN: One-shot written for the @southsidearchive prompt: Classics. Requested by @catthecoder “from the falloween prompt list, can i request numbers 12 and 22, with sweet pea + oc?”
The fire crackles, little wisps of flame dancing through the air before disappearing into the darkness. The embers illuminate the small clearing where they’ve set up camp in Fox Forest. The woods are otherwise quiet save for the chirping of bugs. When Toni suggested they have a bonfire in the middle of the woods, the rest of them agreed easily, despite the local legends. They all needed a quiet night like this, and spooky stories and cheap beer around a camp fire seemed like a perfect decision for a chilly October night.
On a quilt a few feet from the fire, Jubilee curls herself closer to Sweet Pea’s chest, playing with the rings on his fingers as she stares into the fire, the warm, smoky smell lulling her into a half-asleep state. Sweet Pea’s chest rises and falls beneath her in a slow and steady rhythm as he draws shapes against her back beneath her shirt. His fingers trace the length of her spine absentmindedly.
Across the fire, Toni rolls her eyes as Jughead shoves another charred marshmallow into his mouth. Her nose scrunches in disgust, and she shakes her head as she takes another long drink from the bottle cradled in her hand. Jughead doesn’t notice, engrossed in roasting another marshmallow already.
They’re all a little drunk and tired, and Hot Dog’s tail thumps against the ground as Joaquin comes back out of the woods with an armful of sticks for the slowly dying fire. He drops the pile beside his folding chair before plopping down. “Hey,” he calls across the fire to the rest of them, “has anyone seen Fangs?”
Jughead frowns as he chews his burned marshmallow and Toni’s half-lidded eyes slide to the empty chair Fangs had been occupying for most of the night. Jubilee pulls her head from Sweet Pea’s chest to do the same, and beneath her Sweet Pea sighs.
“I thought he went to piss?” Sweet Pea says, voice low and thick with sleep.
Joaquin nods as he scratches Hot Dog between his ears. “Yeah, like a half-hour ago.”
Jubilee sits up, ignoring Sweet Pea’s attempts to pull her back down to him. “He didn’t come back?” she asks, slightly more awake now. She scans the clearing, just in case Fangs is passed out on the ground somewhere.
“Drunk bastard probably got lost,” Jughead says after swallowing. He stretches, his shoulders cracking loudly. “You know how he likes to go adventuring when he’s wasted.”
Toni groans as she comes to the same conclusion. “Who was supposed to be watching him again?”
Jughead takes a sip of his beer and glances at the couple on the ground slyly. “I’m pretty sure it was Sweet Pea,” he says as Jubilee disentangles herself from her grabby boyfriend and stands up.
“What?” Sweet Pea snaps, surging up from his prone position. “Fuck you, Jones, I watched him last time!” He follows Jubilee up, his eyes narrowed dangerously as he glares at Jughead.
Jughead scoffs. “No, I watched him last time because you were busy trying to grope my sister behind a tree.”
“Can we not have this conversation now?” Jubilee asks, sighing as she grabs Sweet Pea’s arm to keep him from beating the shit out of her brother. Joaquin stares at the rest of them in amusement and continues to stroke Hot Dog’s head.
Toni sets her drink on the ground by her feet. “Agreed. Let’s just find Fangs and go home. He can’t have gotten far.”
Sweet Pea rolls his eyes as he runs his hand through his messy hair, irritation flashing in his dark eyes. “Let’s split up and look for him then,” he suggests.
“Let’s not,” Jubilee says, staring up at her boyfriend. She crosses her arms, having to crane her head back to meet his eyes. “That’s a good way to get lost. Or axe murdered,” she tacks on. He snorts in amusement, and she glares back at him. “What? You know what people say about Fox Forest.”
“Oh yeah. Sacrificial cults. A bloodthirsty, demonic creature. So spooky!” He laughs at the face she makes, and Jubilee shoves him away from her. Sweet Pea doesn’t let her go far. Easily, he tugs her back to him and wraps his arms around her torso, hugging her to his chest. “Come on, baby,” he murmurs against her hair, still chuckling as he presses a kiss to her temple. “There’s nothing out here. The Gargoyle King is just a myth.”
A displeased sound pulls from her throat, but she leans against his chest. “That’s what the hot guy in every horror movie says before everything goes to shit,” she reminds him, but she doesn’t stop his hands from flirting with the hem of her shirt.
He grins against her hair. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Eww,” Jughead says loudly from where he’s sitting closer to the fire. “Can you two not fuck in the middle of the woods? Thanks.” He takes the last swig of his beer, pulling a face as his sister and her boyfriend continue to flirt shamelessly.
Jubilee rolls her eyes. “Shut up, dumbass.”
“Shut up, dumbass,” Jughead repeats mockingly.
Before they can start bickering, Toni stands from her folding chair. “Okay!” She claps her hands together, gaining everyone’s attention. “Look, Sweet Pea is kind of right,” she admits. “Fangs probably just wandered off to take a piss and passed out in one of the bushes. It’ll be faster if we split up and look for him.”
Jughead’s eyes narrow as Sweet Pea’s fingers dip beneath Jubilee’s shirt. “Maybe I should go with Sweet Pea.”
“What? Need me to protect you, Jones?”
The girls share a look before Jubilee slips from Sweet Pea’s grip and gabs his hand instead. “Sweet Pea and I will go this way,” she tells the others, gesturing north of their camp. “You two head towards the lake. And Joaquin,” she shrugs, “just stay here in case he comes back, I guess. Is that okay?”
Joaquin snorts and ruffles Hot Dog’s ears. “I’m fine with not wandering around in the middle of the creepy woods.” Hot Dog woofs his agreement, tail thumping against the ground by Joaquin’s feet.
“Great,” Jubilee says. “Keep your phones on and meet back here in an hour?”
Begrudgingly, Jughead stands from his chair, already groaning. “An hour?” he repeats, his brows furrowing. “You think it’s going to take an hour to find Fangs?”
“Nope.” Sweet Pea licks his lips as he looks at Jubilee, a mischievous look in his eyes. As he tugs her away, Jubilee giggles, barely glancing back at the rest of them.
Jughead watches them go. “You two disgust me!”
Jubilee flips him off over her shoulder.
They’ve been wandering around Fox Forest for nearly a half hour when Jubilee comes to the conclusion that they have absolutely no idea what they’re doing or where they are. It’s been at least twenty minutes since either of them could hear Toni and Jughead in the distance, and they’ve checked every bush and tree, yet there’s been no sign of Fangs.
In his drunken state, she seriously doubts he could have made it this far into the woods by himself, and she’s half tempted to head back to the bonfire to see if he came back. Though, that’s hard to do when everything looks the same and she has no idea where they are anymore.
“I’m calling it,” she says, stopping with a heavy sigh. Sweet Pea glances at her over his shoulder. “We’re officially lost in the woods.” It’s cold and dark and everything looks the same out here, and Jubilee can’t shake the weird feeling she’s had since they all split up.
Fox Forest has always creeped her out, especially at night. Sure, a demonic gargoyle and satanic cults sounds ridiculous, but with the rest of the weird shit that happens in Riverdale, she really wouldn’t be surprised if they walked into the middle of a group of masked cultists about to sacrifice some poor animal.
As if he knows exactly what she’s thinking, Sweet Pea rolls his eyes. The light from his flashlight makes another sweep across the nearby trees, casting gnarled shadows across the ground. “We’re not lost, babe,” he says. “I know exactly where we are.”
Yeah, that’s a lie. “I’m sure,” she responds dryly, gaining another look from him. “Okay, human compass, what direction are we going?”
It takes him way too long to answer her. “North?”
“Are you asking or telling me? Because I swear, Sweet Pea, if we’re lost out here in the middle of the creepy ass woods, I’m not sleeping with you.”
A smirk she knows far too well creeps onto his face, and the double entendre hits her a moment later. “What?” Sweet Pea asks her. “You scared?” He angles his light on the ground and crosses the short distance between them.
That look in his eyes makes her mouth go dry. “Hardly.” Jubilee wets her lips.
He clicks off the flashlight and slips it into his back pocket, plunging them into darkness. She blames the hitch in her breathing on the sudden chill in the air. “It’s okay to admit it,” he tells her, clearly amused.
“Bite me,” she murmurs as he backs her up against the nearest tree, his lips hovering over hers teasingly.
Sweet Pea’s hands press against the rough bark on either side of her head, boxing her in. Her fingers fist around the lapels of his leather jacket, pulling him closer. “You first, baby.” Teasingly, his lips brush against hers, the heat of their breaths mingling in the chilly air.
Goosebumps prickle at her skin as his palm leaves the tree to settle on her hip, his fingers flirting with the hem of her shirt. “We’re supposed to be looking for Fangs,” she reminds him half-heartedly, rising on her toes to get closer to his lips.
“He can wait,” Sweet Pea tells her before his mouth finds hers in the dark.
It doesn’t take long for them to become lost in each other. Their heavy breathing and the quiet gasps and whimpers slipping from their mouths are the only sounds in the dark woods. The moonlight casts a silver shadow across the secluded spot between the trees.
Jubilee’s arms loop around Sweet Pea’s neck as his mouth moves against hers roughly, the alcohol buzzing in their veins and the thrill of the night making them bolder than usual. His fingers slip beneath her shirt, his palms hot against her as he tugs her shirt upwards, revealing inches of soft, creamy skin to his greedy hands. She moans against his mouth, raking her fingers through his hair, and Sweet Pea’s lips move to her jaw. Nipping and sucking his way to her neck, he grins when her head falls back against the tree trunk, her eyes fluttering shut as he works a faint hickey just beneath her chin.
Jubilee giggles as he nips her shoulder, pulling her shirt higher, letting it bunch above her bra. His teeth scrape across her neck as her fingers disappear into his boxers. A low groan rumbles in his chest.
Glowing eyes lock with hers in the dark from between the trees. Jubilee freezes, her breath hitching. A trick of the moonlight, maybe, an owl in the trees, or a deer, but then her eyes start to adjust. A figure swathed in a black cloak watches them from between the shadow of the trees. Gnarled antlers protrude from a deer skull, blending with the trees.
It stares with empty eyes, and every story she’s heard about the Gargoyle King comes rushing back to her. Slowly, as if it isn’t really happening, the figure’s head moves.
“Sweet Pea,” she murmurs, watching in horror as it takes a step out from the trees. “Sweet Pea—stop. Oh my god!”
He rips away from her neck, his eyes wide in concern. “Shit, sorry, doll, I—” A branch snaps behind him, and Sweet Pea whirls around, releasing her. “What the fuck?” Sweet Pea immediately shoves her behind him, blocking her from view as whatever the fuck just popped out of the woods takes another step towards them. “Hey, what the fuck, man?” he shouts, glaring at the figure.
It just keeps coming closer, unafraid, and Sweet Pea squeezes her hip. The familiar sound of a switchblade clicking open splits the air.
“Jubilee, I want you to run,” Sweet Pea tells her, voice low so whatever the fuck the creepy masked thing is can’t hear him.
Her fingers curl against the back of his jacket. “What? No, are you crazy?”
“Jubilee—”
The goddamn Gargoyle King raises its arms, spreading them wide. “It’s time to ascend,” a voice booms across the space between them, a hoarse, gravelly sound. And then, the figure starts to shake.
It takes them a second to realize it’s laughing, the sound familiar.
“Wait, Fangs?” Sweet Pea asks. The figure only laughs harder as it yanks the mask from its head like a damn Scooby villain.
“Fangs, you asshole!” Jubilee yanks her shirt back down, glaring at the cackling man as he doubles over, clutching at his stomach.
The creepy, antlered mask drops to the ground by Fangs’ feet, rubber and very much fake. Sweet Pea slowly lowers his arm when he realizes it’s just his best friend, though he doesn’t put away the knife in his hand. Jubilee subtly grabs his arm. The last thing they need is for Fangs to get his dumb ass stabbed.
Fangs wheezes, hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath, “Oh my god,” he giggles, “that was fucking fantastic!” He wipes the tears from his eyes and straightens. A smug smile spreads across his face as he looks at Sweet Pea and Jubilee, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“What the fuck, man?” Sweet Pea sneers, his jaw clenched tightly. Jubilee slips around his broad frame, and his arm immediately curls around her waist. She leans against him in return and slips her cold fingers beneath his jacket. She rubs his back, drawing small circles between his shoulders, and he slowly starts to relax again.
“Where the hell did you get that costume?” she asks, eyeing the black fabric draped around his frame and intentionally ignoring the ugly, rubber mask on the ground.
The twigs sticking out from his back shake as Fangs shrugs. “Dilton Doiley had one,” he says. “Something about LARPing? I don’t know, he just said I could borrow it for twenty bucks.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Jubilee murmurs, running her fingers through her hair and brushing the strands away from her face.
Sweet Pea’s eyes narrow. “There’s no fucking way you knew we’d show up here. We’re in the middle of the woods, how’d you even find us?”
“I didn’t.” The smirk never leaves Fangs’ face as scoops his mask off the ground and crosses his arms. “I’ve kind of been walking around for the last hour waiting for someone to show up. I was hoping to get all four of you at once, but, damn, that look on Sweet Pea’s face was priceless.” He chuckles again and Jubilee grips the back of Sweet Pea’s jacket as he puffs up. “You two were being loud, so it wasn’t hard to find you.”
Jubilee blanches as realizes Fangs was lurking around in the woods listening to her moan, and Sweet Pea’s jaw clenches as he comes to the same conclusion.
Oblivious to their anger, Fangs wrinkles his nose and tugs at the black fabric he’s still swathed in. The creepy decorations that look like bones on his necklace rattle. “It’s fucking hot in here, man,” he whines, pouting at them. He freezes when he sees the open switchblade still clutched in Sweet Pea’s fist. “Dude, were you gonna stab me?”
“Still thinkin’ about it,” Sweet Pea grumbles as he closes the knife and slips it into his pocket.
With a groan, Jubilee buries her face against Sweet Pea’s shoulder and tightens her grip around his waist, her face heating up. “I can’t believe we were almost those naked teens that die in every horror movie,” she murmurs against his shoulder. Sweet Pea leans down to kiss her temple.
“Want me to kill him?” Sweet Pea asks her, too low for Fangs to hear.
Their friend doesn’t pay them any attention, too busy trying to yank the costume off over his head, but only succeeding in getting the fabric even more tangled.
Jubilee snorts as she leans back. “No,” she decides, pursing her lips as she tries not to laugh at Fangs’ struggles. “People would ask too many questions.” Sweet Pea chuckles, and she rises on her toes to give him a chaste kiss.
He steals another kiss before letting her go, and she giggles before turning back to Fangs.
“Okay, Your Majesty,” she calls to him, “lets go back to the car now. You had your fun.”
Fangs gives up on tugging off the costume and looks at her. “Oh, come on, Jubilee, you’re not scared are you?” His eyebrows wiggle.
She sending him a blank look that makes him freeze. “You really wanna tease me right now?” she asks seriously, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one hip, a stance that means instant death.
Fangs swallows. “No.”
“Good!” Jubilee grabs Sweet Pea’s hand. “Let’s go.” The two of them leave Fangs there, his costume still tangled around him.
“Wait—fuck—guys wait for me!” He chases after them, stumbling over his cloak.
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