#jeronica fanfiction

[themooniseatingcookies]

Sketchdump part 2

I have come to the realisation that whenever I say I'll post something soon, I jinx myself and emerge two months later.

Well, when I ended my fanfic I promised a part two the supplementary sketches and here they are, a continuation to Jughead and Veronica's goofy escapades. Ideally there should be a part three too but I don't think that's going to happen soon hah

So here we go~

Obligatory link to the au, so that there's context to this randomness-

My best friend's bride (103936 words) by Dreaming_bird

[sethcohnn]

“Let's give these cubes something juicy to goss about.”

Riverdale Season 7 Episode 17: Veronica Lodge and Jughead Jones come out as a couple

[platonicsoulmatesstobin]

is anyone still into Riverdale or has that fandom died out already?

[atmymercy]

Riverdale Fanfic

Title: Burger Love

Ship: Jeronica.

Summary:

Invites sent, kissed and sealed for the Blossoming Fall Party at Cheryl’s. The gang was excited to have a night out, yet Veronica was not expecting to see Jughead joining. He wasn’t the party-going type so why is he here? Especially after she just admitted a tipsy secret!

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Set in Season 1.

[ a03 link - chapter 1 ]

[ a03 link - chapter 11 ]

[ Wattpad link ]

[riverdaleedited]

“This is Jughead” Betty said as they walked to their table in the cafeteria “Jughead? what kinda name is that?” Jughead eyed her “Um, I mean– Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Veronica Lodge” Jughead just ignored her and continued eating his food “Okay- rude” “Don't mind him, he's like that with most people. You'll get used to it” Betty said as they sat down “So, what do you think of our school so far?” Kevin asked “Umm its-” she caught Jughead trying to steal some of her fries. She kicked him “Ow!!” He groaned "What the hell?!” “Oh so you can talk?” she smiled

fic

[isys777]

Jughead and Veronica having one conversation last episode and then immediately JUMPING into domesticity the next, I have to laugh

[rythmicjea]

Not Another Riverdale Love Story - Split in Two

Here it is! The penultimate chapter! And after writing ahead for so long... I'm not done with the last chapter. I'm like halfway done. The real juicy part is what I have to write. The thing about this chapter is... God it's messy. Like, everyone in Riverdale is messy lol.

So where did we leave off? Oh yeah! Jughead is staying with Archie because he found out his dad sort of made a deal with Mayor Lodge for Jughead to be Veronica's "peer guardian" (aka bodyguard) but no one told Jughead! This sewed doubt between our raven-haired pair and one again, Veronica let her mom get to her.

This chapter is... a lot. There's FP and Hermione, the Variety Show, Prom!, and Veronica crying. Enjoy!

“I understand why you did it, FP.” Fred Andrew’s calm voice resonated through the home. “I just don’t think it was the best decision you could have made. But, Jughead is young. He’ll understand.” “I know he will. But, it’s Veronica that I’m worried about. Hermione hasn’t said anything and I doubt she’s going to unless something forces it out of her.” There was a long sigh between the two, as Jughead inched closer to the corner doing his best to stay out of sight. “ Then I need to come clean about something,” Fred said, breaking the silence. “Hermione came to me a week ago asking if I would be her deputy Mayor. She didn’t tell me the full story but I got the distinct impression that she was going to resign. Poor Veronica… After everything she went through with Hiram and now she’s just going to have her life uprooted again?” Jughead’s heart plummeted as if an anvil had pushed it down to the center of the earth. Was he hurt? Yes. But he knew it wasn’t totally Veronica’s fault. He knew he would get over everything eventually. It was just a stupid high school crush. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. He just didn’t know if he should break the news to her or how he would, if he did.

[sinnematic]

Tag your Ships: Who says "You deserve to be ridden like a rodeo" and who fakes a kiss lean to demonstrate they can't kiss short people

annie edison voice "You deserve more than that, Abed. You deserve -- you deserve to be ridden like a rodeo!"

[eclipsefics]

Seven minutes in heaven

Summary: Veronica is dating Archie, Jughead is dating Betty. But who would’ve thought that Jughead could turn Veronica’s eye? Who would’ve thought that the Serpent Kings secret obsession would be the Rich Raven haired girl whose father is trying to destroy his Serpents?

Who knew that seven minutes in a closet with someone could be difficult and the air so thin.

Ship: Jeronica/Vughead

Edit: 2.9k words

Enjoy xoxo

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"Because, V, it's an after party." Betty places her hands on Veronica's shoulders, holding onto their eye contact. "Archie and his team just won the last game of the season!" Betty squeals shaking Veronica's shoulders.

"Yeah but Cheryl's throwing it. There are a million other party's going on at this very second that do not have a certain Cheryl Blossom to terrorize it's guests." Veronica says pointedly.

"Yeah, well, this one was the closest with free beer." Archie says passing his girlfriend, Veronica, a red cup.

"I'm going to need something stronger than beer."

"Oh come on! Loosen up! Sure it's Cheryl's house and Cheryl's party, but this is Archies victory." Betty releases veronica and trades V's shoulders for the sleeve of Archies letterman jacket to playfully tug at him, beaming up proudly at him.

"And in a way, V," She drags out the nickname in her lively tone. "It's our party too, we did cheer our bulldogs to victory, did we not?"

"I suppose we did," Veronica sighs beginning to give in, this was clearly a battle she wasn't going to win. They were already here, and Archie deserved to celebrate this moment. She could see how hard he had worked all season to get here, and besides, it was the least she could do.

"I will be right back you guys, I'm gonna go find Jug! He said he'd meet us here but, I haven't seen him." Betty's ponytail was already disappearing into the crowd.

Veronica's heart seemed to stop for three full seconds and start again with a painful swell after hearing Jugheads name. Archie puts his arm around her shoulder.

"And I am going to find something stronger than this disgusting concoction," she gives the liquid in her cup a look of disdain. "find the kitchen with me Archiekins?" Veronica shifts her gaze to meet Archies, forcing her best smile.

"Of course." Archie nods and leans down to give her a quick kiss before beginning their search for the kitchen.

After stepping over spills and empty cups on the floor, pushing through sweaty dancing bodies, and breathing their way through the smoke in the air, Veronica and Archie found their way to the kitchen rather easily. Veronica abandons the warmth of Archie's arm and start searching through the freshly polished mahogany cabinets.

She's made her way through three cabinets, now searching through the back of the bottom cabinet left to the sink when Jugheads voice startles her. Her heart almost slides out of her mouth and onto the wood underneath her when she hits her head, pulling herself out of the cabinet, a bottle of dark substance in hand. When she turns around she doesn't look at him, though she hasn't seen him in two weeks and she would trade oxygen for a glance of even a piece of him. She sneaks her way back into the safety of Archies side while focusing a little too hard on opening the bottle of Bourbon Whisky.

"Betty's told me the two of you have gotten back together, congratulations."

No one except for Veronica can hear the slight condescension in Jugheads tone, no one else knows him well enough to hear it through the music.

"Thanks man." Archie says, kissing the top of Veronica's head. Under Jugheads gaze Archies kiss feels like treason, his arm back around her feels like hot iron, melting into her skin. Veronica stays silent, having gotten the bottle open she takes a swig a few seconds too long.

"This is a party! Why are we just standing here! Let's dance!" Betty screams, breaking the tense silence when the beat of the music changes to something faster, smoother. Betty takes the bottle from Veronica's hand and takes a sip herself. She hands the bottle back to Veronica and leads Jughead to the dance floor, Veronica doesn't look up until she can only see Jugheads back. Her heart feels like it might burst out of her chest when she sees the serpent planted on the back of his jacket.

When did he…?

"What do you say? Should we dance?" Archie looks down at Veronica, drowning out her thoughts about Jughead and his new jacket. .

Veronica smiles, "Of course," She intertwines their fingers and follows after Betty and Jughead, looking at the floor instead of the Jacket.

Veronica leads him out to the dance floor, as close to Jughead and Betty as they can be, the pair already dancing. Veronica's body falls in tune with the music, Archie pulls her in close, his hands on her hips as she rolls into him in time with the beat.

Veronica steals a glance at her blonde best friend and her boyfriend to find Jughead already looking at her. They lock eyes and she feels deaf to the music. As if it were never playing to begin with. The eye contact makes her skin rise with goosebumps, her chest aches at the distance between them. Her eyes travel down the length of him, his tattooed covered throat and hands. Hands resting on Betty's waist.

The sight pulls her back to the surface, the music floods into her senses and makes her head spin with a sudden intensity. She brought the bottle back up to her lips, drinking until it burned the back of her throat while ink-free hands roamed over her dancing body.

Her eyes were still closed and the glass still touched her lips when the bottle was ripped from her grasp, small drops of alcohol falling over her little black dress. Her eyes opened and she glared at the culprit that stole it from her, the reason her heart had been beating funny since the day she walked into Riverdale. Jughead brough the bottle to his lips.

"There you are bulldog!" A voice speaks up from the middle of the pair. Neither Veronica or Jughead had noticed she was standing there.

"Hi, Cheryl." Archie and Veronica's movements slow to stop, as do Betty and Jugheads.

"Great party, Cheryl." Betty perks up from beside Jug.

"Why thank you, fellow Vixen." Cheryl gives Betty a nasty smile, and, if you didn't know Cheryl, you would think she was being kind.

"Come, Join us in seven minutes in heaven. I've saved you all a seat. Two for you, Betty." Cheryl glances briefly over Betty, giving the group a wide red lipped smile.

"No thanks, Cheryl, we're all in relationships and quite frankly I'm not interested in any dieses you might be spreading around." Veronica snaps as the sea of people continues to dance around them.

Cheryl's stare hardens but her conniving smile remains. "As Bulldog and Vixen, your hostess, meaning Moi, insists. What's the matter Betty, still afraid of having a little a fun? You are a Vixen now, just as you've always begged to be, don't you think you should play like one too?"

Betty rolls her eyes, "If we play one round will you shut the hell up?"

"Maybe" Cheryl's voice perks, "Follow me ladies and gentlemen."

With Cheryl front and center the five of them make their way into a quieter part of the house, where the music can be felt in the cushions of Chery's fine leather seats rather than heard through the walls. They all take their seats, Jughead and Betty seated next to one another, across from Veronica and Archie.

Cheryl was circling the group of ten students that also attended Riverdale High. "I think it should be Jughead who goes first. What do you lot think?" Cheryl speaks up from the head of the table, holding an empty glass coca-cola bottle.

"I have a girlfriend." Jughead mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You sit at the table, you play the game." Cheryl's voice is hard. "Does anyone second this?"

Reggie laughs from Veronica's left side. "I do!" his words are slurred with drunken chuckles "It's about time you got some play don't you think? I know little miss perfect over there isn't any fun."

"Shut the hell up Reggie." Jughead glares at the drunken idiot at the end of the couch with a red cup up to his snickering mouth.

"Well there we have it. Jughead. You're up first."

Jugheads eyes flicker to Veronica but she was already staring at him. Her eyes flick up from his full mouth to meet his eyes. Her chest tight, hands trembling slightly around the neck of the bottle in her hand. Cheryl placed the empty bottle in the center of the table and spun it with force. Everyone watched as the bottle spun. Veronica and Jughead the only ones looking away to steal a glance at the other. Neither of them would say it. Where they guiltily hoped the bottle would land. And it did, directly on Veronica.

"Absolutely not." Veronica didn't spare a second to let the words fly from her lips. Though her stomach pulled towards Jughead.

"Spin it again." Jughead demanded, his voice so low it demanded attention from every nerve in Veronica's body but she kept her eyes locked on Cheryl's.

"Rules declare that if you refuse, then the hostess gets to take your turn." She chuckles cynically. "I wouldn't mind if I do."

Veronica wanted to gouge the red heads eyeballs out.

"V, it's okay. I trust you more than I trust that Viper. Besides after this we can get back to the party." Betty speaks up.

"B, No." Veronica shakes her head.

"Betty's right, no matter what your plan is Cheryl, that isn't who they are."

Cheryl smirks deeply, "We'll see." Her voice is fresh poison with certainty. Like she knows something she shouldn't, something Archie and Betty don't.

"It's okay V, I know you would never do that to me." The words cut Veronica wide open, right there on the table she should've bled out every secret, every whisper in the dark. Veronica nodded and stood.

She could do this, she would stand on one side of the closet, and he would stand on the other. For several minutes. She wouldn't even breathe if that’s what it took. She walked towards the coat closet, feeling Jughead close behind her.

When they reached the door, Jughead reached forward from behind her, heat radiating off his body and warming her back, to twist the door open for her.

"Have fun you two," Cheryl taunted as they stepped inside.

Veronica started the timer on her phone the minute the door shut and she stared down at the numbers decreasing with every passing second. Jughead stared at her as she refused to look at him, her face illuminated by her cell phone.

"Fun party." Jughead mumbled.

"Shut up. Don't speak." He could say whatever he wanted, just as long as he were talking to her.

Jughead made a face as if to say 'if you insist' and stood quiet for a moment. Veronica continued to stare at the clock, anything to keep from noticing him. The longer she stared at the clock the longer it seemed to take for each second to pass. His cologne spread into her senses, intoxicating her. She was physically aware of the space he took up in the tight closet, if was as if her skin were a magnet, constantly pulling her in his direction. Their feet were just six inches apart. One step forward and…

"Staring at that won't make the time pass by any quicker." His voice filled the closet again.

"What part of 'don't speak' wasn't clear to you?" Veronica was looking at him now and he had a stupid smirk on his face. She wanted to smack the smirk off his face if only to feel his skin on her palm.

"When did you and Archie get back together."

"When did you become a Serpent?" Veronica bit back.

"What does that matter?"

"It matters and you know it." She gritted, glaring hard into his green eyes.

"Will you love me any less?" he teased, taking a step forward. Veronica takes a step back, trying and failing to keep the distance between them when her back hits the wall and their shoes are touching.

"I don't love you at all now." Her voice strains under the presence of him. Their noses almost touching.

"Is that so?" He chuckles. Low and deep the sounded reaches the depth of her stomach.

"I feel nothing for you." She states, as if trying to command her heart to stop beating so recklessly, trying to command her skin to stop reaching so desperately for him, pulling away from her bones, desperate for a touch from him.

"Nothing?" He repeats.

"No, actually, that would be a lie." Her voice turns ice cold. "Because I hate you." But he sees straight through to her heart, beating almost as hard as his.

Jughead brings his hand up to the side of her neck, his thumb caressing her jaw. Her body tenses in a painful relief, relief that makes her bleed for more than just his hand on the side of her neck.

He pulls her forward so their chests are now flush together, her phone falling from her hands. His hand slowly wraps tightly around her neck. A heat grows in her belly that only he can cause. Their breathing had deepened, trying to keep their composure, her skin ached pleasantly where he held her neck.

"Just one kiss." he whispers, his lips brushing against hers. The feeling makes her joints weak.

"We can't." Veronica struggles to keep her voice firm.

"We shouldn't." Jughead agrees

"Just one kiss." Veronica breathes and Jughead presses his lips against hers, the both of them humming in sweet relief. Their bodies relaxing together at the taste of the other. Jughead's hands move to her waist, holding her in place as he kisses her deeper, their mouths fitting so perfectly together. Jughead kisses her deeply and for what feels like could be the rest of their lives.

Veronica pushes away from the kiss as if it's burned through her skin to her very core and it has. They lock eyes with a hunger burning inside of them. Breathing heavily as if just learning how to do it for the first time. They're silent for a moment, nothing but the sounds of their heavy breathes to fill the space.

"Nobody can know." She states. Jughead nods in agreement. "No one can know."

Veronica puts her hands on his chest, shoving him back into the wall, hungrily reconnecting their lips. Jugheads lips move with hers like they've done this dance since the beginning of time. She slips her hands underneath his shirt and he groans into her mouth when her hands come into contact with his bare, ink covered skin. She's missed tracing the lines of black painted over his skin for months. She couldn't decide where to keep her wandering hands. She needed to touch all of him.

Jugheads hands gripped her thighs and lifted her into the air, dress riding up to her hips as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he spun them so it was her back against the wall. Her hands found his hair while their mouths moved frantically, trying to memorize and savor every taste, every detail, every sound, every touch. Jugheads mouth moved from hers down her jawline and to her neck and she melted into him further. She never knew it was possible for someone to have so much power over her.

As she pushed his Serpent jacket off his body to reveal tattooed arms, he realized that he didn't know how to stay away from this girl. The girl that tasted like honey and sounded even sweeter. He was desperate to never spend another second pretending he didn't need to touch her. He pulled her closer, so close it hurt her but she didn't complain, bodies crushed into one another, it still wasn't enough.

Jughead gripped the skin on her thighs so tightly she was sure it would bruise but she loved the high that came with the pain of being in his grasp. She loved bearing marks that came from him.

The timer on V's phone started to ring and neither of them heard it at first, not until the knocking at the door brought them back to the surface and reality came flooding through the spell they'd been under. A part of Veronica didn't want to care, let them be found tangled in one another, let everything they know and love crash and burn as long as she didn't have to stop breathing him in.

But the better part of her, the part of her that tore open when Betty trusted Veronica coming into this closet in the first place, unwrapped her legs from Jugheads waist. She pushed him away and started searching frantically for her phone. "Shit. Shit. Shit." She cursed, picking the device up and silencing it.

Jughead was behind her, pulling her dress back down to where it was supposed to be when the door opened. Jughead straightened out as the crowd staired at them, Archie and Betty front and center, Jughead and Veronica's hair flustered and out of place, their faces flushed, lips swollen, jacket missing and out of breath.

Veronica's heart broke when she saw the look on Betty's face. "You backstabbing bitch." Betty's voice was small and in pieces.

Betty turned and pushed through the crowd. Archie stood silent for a moment longer, staring hard at Jughead, his jaw clenched. Archie moved to turn and head the same way Betty did. But at the last second he turned back and punched Jughead directly in the face.

[lun3ria]

Show finished or not, Jeronica nation will stay strong. (Esp when you consider almost nothing happened between them in canon for years) I am writing a fic that should have their earlier seasons vibe. Romeo & Juliet-our families hate each other vibe. It won’t be published for a few months but it’ll be called When the Sun Sets We’re Both the Same!! I hope it can satisfy some of those Jeronica cravings <3

I know the show is over but it doesn't mean the #Jeronica fandom has to be. Anybody writing anything #Jeronica centered that i should keep my eye out for?

[lovely-but-tired]

Tonight we either sink or swim. We live or die. No matter the end I raise my glass for a toast to all of the Jeronica shippers out there. We lived in the dark holding this lovely crack ship to our hearts until it became a reality.

I wish us the best and many fanfictions to come! 🥂

Long live the raven haired lovers!

[lun3ria]

mood board (video) of the jeronica fic i’m working on

[scmantic]

is that RAMI MALEK? oh, no, that’s ZAID HASSAN, a FORTY year old LIBRARIAN AT BIBLIOTECA SANTIAGO SEVRÍN & PODCAST HOST who uses HE/HIM pronouns. they currently live in VALPARAÍSO, and the character they identify with most is GILES FROM BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas! 

BASICS 

full name: zaid abrax hassan  hometown: falmouth, england (YES, another brit, i'm sorry)   sexuality: bisexual  birthday: september 30  zodiac: libra sun, cancer moon, scorpio rising  height: 5’7”  languages spoken: english, spanish, arabic marital status: single, divorced twice children: none  traits: curious, patient, spontaneous, scatterbrained, verbose, confrontational 

BACKGROUND tw death mention & divorce

zaid's parents got divorced a year after he was born, having only been together due to convenience, he was an accident which is something he never really forgot

he stayed with his mom, saw his dad only about twice a year as he traveled around europe on his motorcycle and really had nothing to do with life back in falmouth

his mom remarried when he was five and had two children with his stepdad, zaid's half-brother and sister

zaid's dad died in a motorcycle accident when he was eight, there wasn't even a funeral, and his dad's ashes were just thrown away by his stepdad "on accident"

he wasn't very close to his dad, but the loss stuck with him, especially because he was mostly loathed by his stepdad — he didn't understand zaid and his weird interests and dismissed him most of the time

zaid went away to oxford for university and never looked back; he got a degree in library sciences with two minors in history and zoology just for fun

after college, he travelled, living in several different countries for a few years at a time

he's in chile for now, has been here a handful of months and working at the biblioteca

he also has a podcast about cryptids and "unexplained" phenomena that has a bit of a cult following

PERSONALITY

certified yapper, you will never get this man to shut the FUCK UP

Short King and proud!

overly confident in a way that is perhaps worrisome

knows a lot about a lot of things and also knows a lot about nothing (king of trivia)

reads a lot (he's a fucking librarian bffr)

a storyteller, loves to have an audience

has been married twice, the first time was very vegas style, got drunk in bangkok and ended up married, the second time was in morocco and he was actually in love with her but they wanted different things aka he wanted to fuck off around the world and she wanted to stay put for, like, five minutes

despite his traveler tendencies and his upbringing, is not afraid of commitment, loves to date and loves to be in love!

WILL give you annotated versions of his fave books for gifts or some weird vintage toy he found at a thrift store somewhere that reminded him of you

writes riverdale fanfiction (he's a jeronica)

does he believe in all the things he discusses on his pod? who's to say! but he will make it sound damn convincing!!

WC page under construction pinterest found here

[svpine]

( adam dimarco,  cis man,  he/him)  ⎯ sullivan “sully” priestly has  been  a  resident  of  roseton  for fifteen years .  around  the  town ,  the  thirty  year  old  podcaster  has  been  given  the  nickname,  the storyteller .  i  think  it's  because  they  are  curious ,  but  also  impulsive .  echo  is  said  to  know  redacted ! [ things that glow in the dark, coffee rings on coffee tables, run-on sentences ] 

STATS

full name: sullivan "sully" christian priestly   hometown: new york, ny   sexuality: bisexual  birthday: february 13   zodiac: aquarius sun, gemini moon, capricorn rising  height: 5’11”  languages spoken: english, conversational spanish, sindarin (lotr elven language) marital status: married to skyla dixon children: none  traits: curious, patient, adventurous, verbose, impulsive, disorganized 

BACKGROUND

born in new york city to a wealthy family, the youngest of four, sully was quite spoiled

while his oldest brother was prepped to take over the family business and his two older sisters were prepped for successful careers and financially beneficial marriages, sully just kinda fucked around

he spent a lot of time upstate at the family's cabin in the adirondacks and a lot of time with nannies and other staff; when he was seven, he declared himself the family's driver's assistant and would stow away in the trunk with luggage and shopping bags only to hop out and scare the shit out of the driver when he opened it

he was sent to the best prep schools in new york and was given every opportunity to do something great with his life

he got into too much low stakes trouble at school (skipping class and playing pranks) that his parents sent him to live with his uncle in roseton in hopes that it would make him less troublesome (it did not)

instead he met the love of his life, skyla, and continued to cause mischief wherever he went, plus his uncle was not very watchful and was actually pretty cool (wc perhaps???)

his parents wanted him to go to law school and take over as general counsel for their company

but sully said no <33 and when he decided to go to college, he commuted to boston college to study geology

his family thinks he graduated and so does anyone in their circle, but he decided that in lieu of graduation, he wanted to hike the PCT and skip it, his parents bought it and didn't come for graduation

he DID go on the hike, but he did not graduate <3 he dropped out at the beginning of his senior year

instead of doing anything with the geology he studied, he is a podcast host, has a podcast about ghosts and other supernatural phenomena and it is quite successful tbh

PERSONALITY

certified yapper, you will never get this man to shut the FUCK UP

overly confident in a way that is perhaps worrisome

he's smart, but doesn't show off about it

absolutely has undiagnosed adhd

knows a lot about a lot of things and also knows a lot about nothing (king of trivia)

reads a lot

feels a bit like the family disappointment, but will never talk about it, very much the ignoring real emotions type

is a loverboy at his core and is Obsessed with his wife

a storyteller, loves to have an audience (are the stories true? who's to say!)

WILL give you annotated versions of his fave books for gifts or some weird vintage toy he found at a thrift store somewhere that reminded him of you

writes riverdale fanfiction in his free time (he's a jeronica)

pinterest found here, wc page under construction

[atmymercy]

Riverdale Fanfic

Title: Burger Love

Ship: Jeronica.

Summary:

Invites sent, kissed and sealed for the Blossoming Fall Party at Cheryl’s. The gang was excited to have a night out, yet Veronica was not expecting to see Jughead joining. He wasn’t the party-going type so why is he here? Especially after she just admitted a tipsy secret!

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Set in Season 1.

[ a03 link - chapter 1 ]

[ a03 link - chapter 12 ]

[ Wattpad link ]