#Bang bang my baby shot me down (Chickadee)

[lawless-ladies]

Friendly reminder that Chickadee was the only moll on the show to handle a gun, repeatedly made up for her bad aim by threatening to shoot people at point-blank range, and was considered dangerous enough that she had to be knocked out before she could be arrested.

[lawless-ladies]

@scngbirdie

[chailatterambles]

Rightful Heir to the Serpent Throne // Sweet Pea Imagine // Ch. 1

Okay here is my first fic. I hope you all like it. This will be an on-going series and i’m sorry if the first part seems long. The first chapter takes place before the first episode of Riverdale.

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Alcohol. Mentions of Death, Slight Mentions of mourning and depression.(I believe that’s it.)

Word Count: 2.1k 

Synopsis: Serena is 16 years old and daughter to Rascal Jones, FP’s deceased older brother and fellow Serpent. She grew up on the Southside until her father died in a motorcycle accident. Her mother remarried a doctor and Serena was moved to the Northside at just 11 years old. 5 years and a messy divorce have passed and she is back on the Southside with her mom and younger sister. Can Serena pick up where her life left off? Will she be accepted back by her friends? And how will a certain tall dark and handsome serpent change her life?

His hand brushed my bangs from my forehead, leaving a gentle kiss in their place. He ruffled my hair and gave me one of his classic smirks.

“Don’t worry, I will be home in an hour chickadee” he said, allowing my hair to fall back into messy waves around my shoulders. I watched Dad mount his motorcycle and throw his helmet over his short dark curls. My uncle gave me a reassuring smile from the bike beside him. Their bikes roared to life and took off down the dark gravely driveway leading away from the house. I could still just make out the snake on the back of their jackets. My mom’s hand clasped my shoulder, while her other rubbed her slightly swollen belly.

“He just has to help your uncle with one last thing before our big family weekend. Then the three of us can head out to the lake for the weekend”, my mom said. I smiled up at her and put a hand on her belly.

“Mom, do you think daddy will let me name the baby?” I asked hopeful. My mom smiled down at me,

“Do you have a name in mind Serena?” I gave her a wicked smile,

“Sawyer. It works for a boy and a girl.” I said proudly. Mom laughed at my enthusiasm.

“I love it honey. You can tell your dad as soon as he gets home.” Mom said kissing the top of my head. She led me inside and I jumped up onto the sofa. I leaned my face in my hands and gazed out the window into the night. I watched the driveway for Dad’s bike lights. Instead, a few hours later police lights filled our front yard. There was a distant sound coming from-

My eyes shot open and I felt Sawyer’s small body stir beside me. Quickly, I pressed the button on the alarm to shut it off. The clock read 6:30am. I glanced down at the small lump beside me. Her pale face was covered in her thick dark curls and she had her tiny arms draped over Rascal, her favorite teddy bear. I gently pushed myself off the bed and onto the cold wooden floor. I glanced back to make sure I had not disturbed her. Luckily, she was still softly snoring. I made sure to step carefully onto the parts of the floor I knew would not creek underneath me. The last thing I needed was a grumpy five-year-old this early in the morning. Sliding through the gap between my door and the door way, I made my way to the living room. Mom was not asleep on the couch. I peeked into her room, her bed was still unslept in. For the third night in a row she was not home. I was not surprised since today was the 5th anniversary of my dad’s death. She probably would not be home for at least two more days.

I made my way to the bathroom and grimaced at my appearance in the mirror. My long black waves were pointing every which way and my dark brown eyes had old mascara smudged around them. Hot. I thought to myself. I cleaned myself up, brushed my mane and grabbed some of my clothes from my bedroom where sawyer still lay dead to the world. I slipped on my black skinny jeans and a grey sequined tank. I threw on my favourite leather jacket and pushed my feet into my black chained booties. I shrugged at myself in the mirror, it will do I thought. Stealing a glance at the clock I realized it was already seven-thirty.

“Shit.” I mumbled. I jogged to my room and gently shook Sawyer awake.

“Hey, Little Sparrow time to get up.” I said using her nickname since birth. My dad always referred to me as chickadee and my mom as birdie. I made sure even after he was gone to keep the tradition going with Sawyer. She dragged her body upwards and blinked sleepily at me a few times.

“It is too early DeeDee” she whined in protest. She always preferred the sounds chickadee’s make rather then the name its self. I smiled at her,

“It is never to early to go see Uncle FP” I grinned at her. Her face instantly lit up and she threw herself out of bed. She dragged Rascal with her as she bolted down the hall to the bathroom. I laughed at her excitement and quickly picked out an outfit for her to wear for the day.

“No black!” she called form the bathroom. I rolled my eyes. I really do not know how she fit into this family when she never wore black. I grabbed her pink jacket, matching pink shorts, paired it with her white tights and white lacey top. I heard the bathroom door open and she came charging into the room.

“DeeDee where are my shoes?” She asked looking at the outfit on the bed. She shrugged her shoulders and threw off her toy story pajamas. I stood up from my place on the floor and went to find her shoes. Another glance at the clock and I soon realized I was going to be late for my first day at Southside High.

“Hurry up Sawyer!” I yelled from the kitchen. I heard her footsteps coming down the hallway and turned to hand her the shoes I found sprawled under the table. I tilted my head and laughed at her appearance.

“Sawyer, your shirt is on backwards.” She glanced down at herself and threw her hands up in the air with an exasperated sigh.

“DeeDee it is called fashion.” I did my best to hide my growing smile, but failed. I was met with her famous “you are such a stupid teenager” scowl. Shaking my head, I reached for my house keys on the counter. Sawyer finished tying her shoes and grabbed Rascal from his place on the floor. She grabbed my hand and we were finally out the door.

We reached FP’s house quickly and I knocked on the door. There was a faint “come in” so I opened the trailer door and let it fall shut behind us. Glancing into the room I could see FP sitting on the couch looking over some papers. He glanced in our direction and his face lit up.

“There’s my two favourite girls!” he said rising from the couch and opening his arms for Sawyer to launch herself into. She practically strangled FP with her arms and squealed with delights as he relentlessly tickled her stomach.

“Uncle FP stop!” she cried in between giggles. I smiled at the scene in front of me, but my smile soon faded. I truly loved my Uncle, but looking at him sometimes just reminded me that my dad was not here. Their resemblance was amazing, they could have passed for twins. My dad had only been two years older then FP. FP placed Sawyer on the ground and she skipped over to the couch and plopped Rascal down. FP turned to me and instantly noticed the expression on my face.

“Hey kiddo, how are you feeling today?” I shrugged my shoulders and tried to brush it off.

“I’m fine FP. It has been five years. The anniversary is just always hard. I’ll be fine by the end of school today.” He studied me and sighed. He leaned against the wall and glanced down avoiding my gaze.

“You know kid, you could just go to school tomorrow. You don’t have to go the minute you move back to the southside.” He lifted his eyes to my face but still did not meet my gaze.

“I’m fine FP. I want to go and scope out the school.” I smiled to myself,

“Besides I get to see Toni. I haven’t seen her in months.” Toni had been my best friend growing up. We were practically inseparable as kids. When my dad died, my mom remarried a rich doctor from the North side. Due to the move, I only saw Toni every few months. We moved there before Sawyer was even a year old. When my dad died my mom had just shut down. She was even hospitalised for a time because the doctors were worried she would lose the baby due to distress. That is how she met Derrick Shivian. I refused to take his last name when my mom married him. I promised myself I would always be Serena Jones. Derrick became abusive towards my mom over the years. However, one night he pushed me and I crashed through our glass coffee table. My mom was so horrified that she finally left him after years of torment. She managed to move us back into our old house on the southside just over a month ago. Sadly, my mom never let up on her drinking. It was something she picked up soon after Sawyer was born and she had stopped breast feeding. When we lived on the northside Derrick did his best to keep her drinking a secret, but on the southside it didn’t matter anymore. She would disappear for days at a time and then come home. Since she was gone most of the time, I pretty much raised Sawyer. Not that I minded, she was practically my best friend.

“You going to be okay watching her for a few hours?” I asked. FP gave me a genuine smile and finally looked me in the eyes.

“Yeah, she is a great kid. It will be no problem.” He said. I nodded my head and blew a kiss to Sawyer. She pretended to catch it and smiled at me as I walked out of the trailer. I trudged through the mud and dragged my feet to Southside high. That’s when I heard an all to familiar voice call my name,

“Serena!” the voice carried from across the school parking lot and I followed it to the source, Toni. She jogged up to me and engulfed me in a hug. I eagerly hugged her back and felt relief wash over me. It felt so good to breathe in my best friend’s familiar scent. She moved back a step and beamed at me.

“Are you excited for your first day at south side high?” she said with fake enthusiasm. I laughed and nodded.

“I am dying with anticipation.” I threw my hand over my face in an attempt to fake feint. She rolled her eyes at my dramatics and grabbed my hand.

“Come on. You must meet my friends. I have been telling them about you all week.” I squeezed her hand and followed her to a row of bikes. She let go of my hand and stood beside a boy with dark hair.

“Serena, this is Fangs.” She introduced. Fangs stood up straight and adjusted his leather jacket attempting to look buff. Toni rolled her eyes and whacked him on the back of the head.

“Do not show off doofus.” She said. Fangs portrayed a look of fake shock,

“I would never do such a thing.” He said to her.

“It is a pleasure to meet you Serena. I have heard so much about you and how much of a badass you are.” He said smiling widely at me. I laughed and gave Toni a look of Really? She shrugged and started to introduce me to the next person, but my ears tuned her out as soon as I saw him.

He was leaning against his bike and slightly slouching. He had on all black, besides his dark blue plaid shirt that clung to his chest just enough to see his muscles underneath. He had dark hair that fell slightly into his brown eyes. His skin was tanned, and a serpent tattoo dawned his neck. His fingers were covered with rings and he wore a lazy smirk that said, “I do not give a shit about anything.” He was quite tall for his age, but he wore the height well. His gazed was fixated on my face and I could feel my own face heating up. This guy was the definition of tall, dark and handsome and his gaze was currently piercing into my very soul. Fuck, he was sexy. I was brought out of my trance by my best friend,

“Serena, did you hear what I said?” she asked slightly annoyed. I glanced over at her and then back at the boy. I heard Toni sigh.

“Anyways, this is Sweet Pea.” She announced. Sweet Pea. I thought. This new school just got a hell of a lot more interesting.

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⭐️⭐️ (Any muse you like!)

*Chickadee’s barged into the kitchens multiple times to give tips to Samuel on soups and desserts whether he wants them or not.  But she does it out of love, really, especially since Samuel’s one of the few cooks who doesn’t stick to “boring white people food”.

*Pussycat and Hayden have absolutely crashed on the floor of her apartment with boxes of candy from Jacklynn’s to just gossip about anything and everything multiple times.  To this day, the story about the last time Harley Quinn visited Hayden’s salon is the funniest thing she’s ever heard.

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spill it Chickadee, you miss the family business

“Of course I miss it.  I miss it all the time.  And I wish I could just get over it the way Matey has, but I just can’t.  It’s easy for him–he’s older, he’s a guy, he’s gotten a more stable job.  Me, if I screw up, Pengy could have me fitted for a pair of cement shoes.  And I just… I just wish I knew that my papi was okay with me leaving it.  I know he’s dead and it doesn’t matter, but I just wish I knew… yeah, I’ve got daddy issues, I know, piss off.”

[lawless-ladies]

@gothamdaughter

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“Anna’s been showing me a bunch of the stuff the girls used to get up to before I came along, and apparently you guys all did this questionnaire thingy?  Ah, what the hell—I’ll do it!”

What is your full name?  “Clarita Gertrudes de Leon.”

Where do you live now, and with whom?  “I live in this little apartment a few blocks away from the Lounge with Mateo, my brother.  He’s a few years older than me, but we don’t really count.”

What is your occupation?  “I’m kind of a…ah, whaddy call ‘em… Gal Friday around the Iceberg Lounge.  I kind of do everything—first I was a waitress and a hat check girl, then I got upgraded to cigarette girl, and then Raven started showing me around bartending.  Y’know, it just occurred to me, I really need to get a license for that…”

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?   “Weak ankles—they’re a real pain, but I manage okay. As long as I can run and shoot, I’m dandy.” 

Are you right-or left-handed? “I’m right-handed mostly, but I can use both!” 

What do you have in your pockets? “I don’t normally wear anything with pockets unless I’m really dressing down.  Or does somebody wanna know what I’ve got down the front of my corset…?”

How much schooling have you had? “Pretty sure by American standards I’ve gotten up to middle school and that’s it.” 

Did you enjoy school? “It was okay, I guess. Kinda boring.  I don’t remember much of it, honestly.”

As a child, what were your favorite activities? “Definitely Mama teaching me how to dance.  I can still do a mean rumba thanks to her!” 

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? “Oh, hija, look who you’re talking to!”

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love? “Not really.  That kinda says you can only be in love with one person ever, doesn’t it?  I don’t think that’s true at all—you can love a lot of people.  It just takes time.  That’s what I’ve heard, apparently.”

Who is the most important person in your life, and why? “Oh, geez…kind of depends on the day, really.  I guess in a lot of ways it’s my papi—I still think about him all the time and…well, there’s a lot going on there.  I just hope that wherever he is, he still thinks I’m doing a good job.  But in a lot of other ways it’s Pengy.  He’s just the best.”

Do you have a spouse or significant other? “Who, me?  Nah, I’ll never settle down.”

Have you ever been in love? “Can’t say I have, no.”

What is your favorite color? “Red, of course!”

What, if anything, do you like to read? “Oh, I love me all of that weird dark fantasy soap opera-y stuff.  It’s weird, but it’s cool and classy at the same time.  Anna lent me The Night Circus one day at Shutterbug while I was shooting an ad for the Lounge (long story), and it’s my favorite book of all time now!”

Are you generally introverted or extroverted? “Extrovert.  No contest.” 

Are you generally organized or messy? “Pengy always tells me I couldn’t find the nose on my face without a compass and a map, so…definitely messy.  He doesn’t mean that in a mean way, though, I don’t think.”

Do you like yourself? “…I guess so?  I mean, I don’t think I shouldn’t.” 

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime? “Well, I hope I can keep working here at the Lounge!  Maybe someday I’ll have Lark’s job!  But mostly…yeah, I just wanna stay here.  It’s home for me.  I don’t have much else I wanna do beyond that.”

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' 💜 '((For Betsy or Chickadee))

“¿Quién diablos crees que eres?  Huh?  You think you can just walz into the Iceberg dressed like Pengy and expect to be welcomed into our little family like that’s all it takes?  You’re just playing dress-up, Dent–Pengy’s nothing to you but just a way to get over your little daddy issues kink.  You don’t know the first thing about him.  You haven’t seen him when he’s alone in his office with just you and his birds, and you talk until dawn because Jay, Lark, Raven, and Penny are all working the late shift and he needs somebody to unload all his thoughts on.  You haven’t seen the way he runs this place, the way he cares about all of his staff, the way he and Jay have their little moments together like he hand-raised her himself like one of his chicks.  He’s more than just a crime boss.  You know what, you think you’ve got it bad, thinking he’s the perfect daddy material?  Your real daddy’s still alive, isn’t he?  I lost my papi in a gang war–I had to take over his entire business when I was sixteen.  I nearly couldn’t walk after I got into a fight defending his honor.  And every day, I worry that I’m disappointing him by taking it easy, by not being in the Mob anymore.  But when I’m working with Pengy–and it could be anything from target practice to bartending to what the hell ever–I don’t feel like a failure.  I feel like I’m doing something important to someone.  I feel like I matter.  So don’t you dare come in and try to shove me out of the picture, Dent.”

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mwah! - Samuel to Chickadee and Siren

It’s theIceberg Lounge Christmas party.  EllaFitzgerald and Frank Sinatra fill the air, and the Riddler has already hijackedthe corner piano twice.  Surprisinglyenough, everyone is behaving themselves, and even the Joker is contentinghimself with doing some crappy standup routine for the amusement of all theoff-the-clock henchmen.

In responseto the kiss, Chickadee lets out a surprised shrieking giggle, wipes at her facewith her new gloves, and tries to swat Samuel away.  “Oh, get out of here, you!”  But even as she tries to saunter away, shehas to lean on his arm to keep her ankles from giving out again, and it’s onlywith a little swing and a playful smile back at her friend that she’s able tosteadily take her leave.

Inresponse to her kiss, Siren’s eyes widen a bit, and she favors Samuel with oneof her usual coy, haughty, Agnes-Moorehead-filtered-through Bette-Davissmiles.  But there’s a touch of fondnessin it, a little bit of affection for her friend.  “Cute, but you aren’t exactly my type.”  She says it like they’re sharing a private joke—sheknows full well he won’t be kissing anyone else but that fiancé of his—and sheraises her flute of wine in a toast to him and walks away with a wink.

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"Tell me what all the sighings about." (To any of your muses, because they are all great!)

Chickadee’sfirst answer was a derisive snort as she hung her Tommy gun by its leatherstrap in the Iceberg’s backdoor arsenal, deliberately turning her face so Dentcouldn’t see how red her eyes were.  “Yeah,wouldn’t you like to know?” she mutterd, her voice low in her chest and still a bit ragged.  Ever sinceOzzie had announced that a little tagalong dressed in an exact replica of hisjacket and waistcoat was going to be coming along to the docks with them…it washard.  Seeing Jay, Raven, Lark, and Pennyjust seamlessly accept the girl into the fold…seeing her tease and heckle Pengyto her heart’s content the way Chickadee always did…  “Daddy’slittle girl,” she sneered as she turned around and prepared to sweep pasther as majestically as her tired ankles would allow.  “Did you make that suit, or did he have oneready for you?”

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🙋 + Future goals, Pauline, Betsy, Chickadee

Pauline hopes one day to get her actng career back on track and to someday be a big star.  Failing that, she either wants to become one of the top-tier rogues or a playwright–that way she can either still be a star of some kind of make some kind of contribution to the world of theater.

As for Betsy and Chickadee, they feel like they’re already on top of the word.  Betsy has some of the most powerful people in Gotham depending on her, including her girlfriend, as well as the biggest television audience in the city and one of the biggest illegal takes on the East Coast.  Chickadee has a stable job in one of the most glamorous locales in Gotham alongside with her brother, some of her very best friends, and the man she looks up to most in the world at her side.  Honestly, their fondest hopes would be to never move from the exact wonderful spots they’re at right now.

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*COLLECTIVE SQUEALS*

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A few late-night musings about some of the girls:

*For a demisexual girl, Pauline still has not learned the difference between actual attraction/love and infatuation and surface lust.  It’s why she’s consistently tried to chase after men who either aren’t interested at all or are more invested in the fun and games of their relationship rather than the raw truth of it.  And this even extends to friendships—she looks up to Siren as a criminal inspiration, but Siren could not honestly care less if Pauline sinks or swims.  At the moment, the healthiest relationship Pauline has is the platonic one with the White Rabbit.

*No matter how many new skills Moth learns, no matter how many books she reads or new clothes she makes, she’s always going to feel stupid.  After you’ve been in the presence of one of the most brilliant minds in Gotham, you’re always going to feel like a raging dumbass in comparison, especially when said brilliant mind was always putting you down.

*Anna and Chickadee far and away have the healthiest relationship with their bosses, but in very different ways.  Once she got to meet the real Riddler, Anna decided it would be so much better for her mental (and likely physical) health if the two of them stayed friends, and it’s been one of the best decisions she’s ever made.  He’s never made her feel unsafe or undervalued, and she doesn’t worry nearly as much about being perfect and accessible at all times.  As for Chickadee, she’s still kind of projecting her vision of a perfect paternal figure onto Penguin (anything to avoid facing her underlying daddy issues), but she’s made a home at the Iceberg and overjoyed that he trusts her enough to make harmless stupid jokes at his expense sometimes, but also to handle whatever firearm he places in her hands.

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@qx3ry

A few more blocks and Chickadee’s ankles would certainly give out, but she didn’t care.  She kept on running, only checking behind her once to see if Query was still there, before ducking behind the nearest brick wall and sinking breathlessly to her haunches.  The rest of the street was quiet, and the cigarette girl peered around the corner juuust in case before bursting into a fit of giggles, trying to muffle the sound into her hand.  As Query came to stand beside her, Chickadee found herself laughing so hard she had to lean against the other woman’s leg for support.  “I think—I think we lost them…oh, my…let’s not do that again, that was…”  The rest of the sentence was lost in another burst of hilarity.

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@csylum

"So this is super, super diluted, but it's the best I could sneak out of the Lounge through the metal detector here.  And it should still taste good."  And the wayward cigarette girl placed a large flask in front of the visitor’s panel Isabella sat behind.

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