#riverdalekurtz

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So the story plot can be something along the lines of your Reggie's sitter and your not to fond of Kurtz but you end up getting trapped in a room with him and things get really steamy.

Wow, I haven’t written smut since I was 13 so let’s see how this goes. Always willing to trying things once lol. Also, since Y/N is Reggie’s sitter, I’m going to be making her to be in her 20s as well as with Kurtz.

SMUT ALERT

The vibrations of the plastic seat on the subway made you acutely aware of the fact that you were very much leaving the suburbia that was the town of Riverdale to a slightly richer, more New York kind of town. All of this to babysit a highschooler. It was summer break, and Reggie Mantle’s parents went to their summer home for some de-stressing. Little did they know that Reggie’s plane ticket to South Korea was for the wrong month, and his plans to see his grandmother were now delayed. It didn’t bother you to hop off to a new town to babysit someone; you were a freelance writer, so you weren’t expected anywhere. But, you dreaded to deal with a sixteen year-old short fuse, forced to live with his parents for a month longer than intended.

The train doors opened, and the flux of people in and out began. You watched in wonder, rapid movement of people being a new sight for you. Rolling up the your sweater sleeves, you check your watch. 8 AM, another ten minutes until your stop. When the train stopped, you were the only person to step off, onlookers gazing at you, wondering if you were one of the rich ones. You shrug it off and exit the platform. Letting the GPS guide you, you came upon the large apartment complex. The lobbyist buzzed you in, and you made your way to the penthouse. When the elevator doors dinged to open, you exited to find yourself face-to-face with Reggie. “Wow Reggie. Your parents get richer?”

Reggie rolled his eyes and replied, “Not rich enough to get me a new plane ticket. Instead, I’m stuck here with you.” He crossed his arms and pouted.

“Oh, no offense taken. I love babysitting you.” You smirked and headed over to the couch to set your bag down. “Your parents already leave?”

“Yeah. They left about five minutes before you arrived, so not too long.”

“Alright, well, you’re 17. Go do what you want; just don’t leave the place.” 

“Ugh fine. I’ll be in my room.”

“I’ll make lunch around 12!” 

You sat down on the couch and took out your laptop. Maybe a new town will get the creative juices flowing… at least that’s what you’d like to think. Before you could think, however, the buzzer alerted you of a visitor. The lobbyist’s voice came through, saying, “Hello miss. There is a visitor for the young Mr. Mantle. A man by the name of Kurtz. Shall I send him up?”

Kurtz? Riverdale gargoyle junkie Kurtz? “Um…” What the hell is Reggie doing with him? “Give me a moment. Let me go ask Reggie.” You ran down the hallway and knocked on a door with various stickers, indicating a teen lived there. “Reggie, there’s a guy named Kurtz here to see you.” The door cracked open a little. “Would you like to explain yourself?”

Reggie sighed and said, “Just send him up. I’ll explain later.” You looked at him skeptically, but conceded. Tapping your foot against the marble floor, you waited anxiously for the man to come up. The ding put it more on edge as a mop of ash brown hair and dark under eye circles came into full view. 

“Whatever you have going on with Reggie, finish it quickly. He’s not allowed strange visitors,” you stated. Kurtz said nothing and brushed passed you, walking to Reggie’s room. Reggie stepped out and greeted, “Hey man, how’s it goin’?”

“Cut the small talk, Mantle. You know why I’m here,” Kurtz snapped. He brought his backpack to the front of him and pulled out a red box. “Latest shipment. I’m charging you extra for transportation.”

“Oh man, you’re the best. The guys tonight will love this.”

“Tonight?” you questioned, looking at Reggie with stern eyes. “What’s tonight? Because I thought you would be here, watching a movie with me, as your parents requested.”

“Don’t be such a killjoy, Y/N. I promise I won’t get into trouble.” Kurtz smirked at Reggie’s response, which made you angrier. 

“Absolutely not. Kurtz, you may leave.”

“Not until I get my cash.” Kurtz folded his arms across his chest. “Where is it?”

Reggie flitted his eyes back and forth for a little and then said, “My wallet’s in the guest room. Hid it from the cleaning staff. Come on.” Reggie started walking down the hallway to his left while Kurtz followed. You, not wanting them out of your sight, decided to go with them as well. When you reached the room, Kurtz was leaning against the doorframe. Reggie was opening up drawers all of the place, and Kurtz was getting exasperated. “Dude, I don’t know where my wallet went. I swear, if I lost it. Lemme just get cash from my parents’ room. Hold on.” Reggie exited the room, moving past you. You walked into the room with Kurtz, looking around at the pale blue walls and soft curtains. 

“How do you know the kid?” you asked, sitting down on the bed. “Didn’t think you associated yourself with the rich folk, considering all the shit that went down between you and the Lodge family a couple of years back.”

“Yeah well, the big apple was a different ballpark. I moved to Riverdale for that reason. I go where business suits me,” Kurtz replied, leaning against the bed frame.

“You mean drugs? I know about the fizzle rocks you’ve been selling. Stop corrupting the kid; it’s bad enough he’s got absentee parents.”

“Forgive me for not feeling bad for a rich kid’s plight. I’m gonna go see where the little twerp went.” Before he could reach the door, it slammed shut. You looked at it in surprise and widened your eyes further when Kurtz couldn’t open the door. “It’s locked! I swear to fucking god, I’m gonna murder that kid!”

You went to the door and said calmly, “Reggie, let us out. You’re not gonna gain anything out of this.”

A loud voice from behind the door said, “I just wanna chill with my boys. I’ll be back before midnight. There’s a mini fridge in there and an attached bathroom. Bye!”

You turned away from the door and let out an “ugh” before sitting down on the bed. Kurtz kicked the door in anger and sat down on the floor. “What the hell are we supposed to do for more than twelve hours?! I’ve got places to be-”

“Drugs to sell.”

“Shut up. Don’t act uppity with me. I’m not one of the kids you babysit, alright?”

// 4 hours later

“My phone’s running out of charge,” you stated, exasperated.

“Sounds like a you problem,” Kurtz deadpanned. You glared at him from your laying position on the bed. Turning slightly, you set your phone down on the nightstand and look up at the ceiling. A few minutes later, Kurtz said, “I’m bored,” which made you roll your eyes. 

“Don’t you have a phone?” you asked with a dead voice.

“A burner phone. Not a smartphone like you rich idiots.”

You sat up from the bed and glared at him once more. “Stop being so bitter. Just because we don’t have to sell drugs on the street doesn’t mean we haven’t faced tough shit in life. Stop projecting your anger on people when it’s for capitalism. You’re such a dumbass.”

Kurtz furrowed his brows in anger. “Like I’d listen to you. Graduated highschool with the dream of being a hotshot author in two years and look at what you’re doing now? Babysitting highschoolers. Really, who’s the dumbass? A person with an actual business or a person too busy chasing clouds to have money.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You stood up, seething. Kurtz looked up at you and smirked. He was relishing in the fact that you were riled up.

“Make me.”

“Ugh!” You grabbed him and yanked him up from the floor. Knocking him backwards against the dresser, you wanted to beat the living daylights out of him. But, he was much stronger than you and pushed you towards the bed. You fell down hard on the mattress, and Kurtz pinned you underneath him. 

Leaning down next to you ear, Kurtz whispered, “Guess you failed at shutting me up.” Before you could reply, he pushed his lips against yours. You struggled against it, opening your mouth slightly, which allowed him to push his tongue through. And… you didn’t stop him. You couldn’t deny the fact that the man was beautiful under the whole rugged appearance, and you had a massive crush on him back in highschool. Years apart never took away the attraction you had for him.

Kurtz stopped the kiss, panting heavily above you. His face was flushed, and the cockiness from before disappeared. “Sorry,” he said quietly, beginning to move away. But, you stopped him by grabbed his arms. “Don’t be,” you said as softly. He looked at you for a moment, and you smirked. “Let’s say we kill the time a little.” In response, his eyes got darker as he leaned in to capture your lips once more. This time, you wrapped your legs around his hip, pushing him closer to your body. You let go of his arms to run your hands through his hair as kept pushing you into the mattress with the ferocity of his kiss. He stopped for a moment to take off his oversized jacket, his thin shirt leaving nothing up to the imagination.

His hands began to go down to your chest, kneading your breasts. You needed more skin contact, so you started tugging on his shirt. He let go of your lips once more to tug the shirt off, his muscles in full view. But, he didn’t go back to kissing you. “Not fair. I can’t be the only one undressing,” he said with a smirk. 

You sat up a fraction and tugged your sweater over your head. Before he could say anything, you unclasped your bra and threw it off to the side. In response, Kurtz pushed you back down on the bed, and his mouth latched on to your left breast. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, and you grabbed his head to pull him back in for a kiss. 

Still kissing you, Kurtz unbuttoned your jeans and reached in to rub you through your underwear. You moaned at the feeling and commands, “Take them off.” Kurtz pulled down your pants and chucked them aside, leaving you only in your black lace underwear.  The two of you kept grinding against each other, but the friction of his jeans and your skin was uncomfortable so you unbuttoned his dark jeans. He got the cue and took off his pants completely. His erection was visible through his boxers, and you looked at him hungrily. With one swift movement, you removed your underwear. Kurtz smirked at you and followed suit, stepping out of his boxers. “I want you,” you said quietly.

“I know you do.” Kurtz crawled on top of you again, trailing his kisses from your forehead to your breasts and down to your inner thigh. He came back to kiss you. You broke the kiss, asking him whether he had condoms. He chuckled and clambered off the bed to take a condom out of his jacket pocket. He slipped it on and came back to the bed. “You a virgin?”

You laughed loudly. “Are you kidding me? It was public knowledge that me and my prom date had the worst first times ever.” Kurtz chuckled softly. “I’ll be fine. I need you… in me. Now.”

Slowly, Kurtz slid inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut at the pinch, but you breathed out, “Keep going.” He slid in further until he was fully inside you. Grabbing the headframe, Kurtz began moving slowly. It was agonizingly slow for you so you ordered him to go faster. He smirked and let go of the headboard to kiss you. Still kissing you, he began to move faster, the bedpost hitting the wall repeatedly. You moaned against the kiss, your hands traveling him his back, leaving small scratches in their wake. 

You two were rocking back and forth, waiting for that peak. “How close are you?” you breathed.

“Close. You?” You nodded, and Kurtz’s movements got faster and harder. Your breaths were getting uneven; you were about reach your climax. “Kurtz, I’m gonna cum.” And if it was even possible, he moved even faster than before. You came short moments after that, dark spots filtering your vision. Kurtz was still pumping himself in you, trying to reach his peak. It took a few seconds, and a look of pure bliss came upon his face. He took himself out of you and laid down beside you, stripping off the used condom into the bin next to the bed. 

“Well, fuck,” he said quietly.

“We just did that,” you said, staring off into space. 

“What time is it?” he asked, wiping the sweat off his brow.

“A little past two.”

The two of you breathed loudly for awhile, trying to get your breaths even again. Once they did, you looked at Kurtz who had his eyes shut for a brief minute. He then looked at you, seeming as if he had a strange thought. He smirked and asked, “Wanna go for round two?”

//

The buzzer woke you up. You blinked your eyes open and sighed softly. But then you remembered what woke you up. “Oh no.” You shoved Kurtz softly and he muttered a ‘what?’ before rolling to the other side. “Someone’s here!” you screamed. Kurtz, full awake now, got up from the bed. He began slipping his boxers and shirt on. Fully dressed, you chuck his pants at him and said, “Put your pants back on!” Before he could get his pants buttoned, the door unlocked to reveal Reggie.

“Hey guys, I’m back early and- what the fuck?” Reggie stared at Kurtz’s unbuttoned pants. Then, he looked at you. “What happened here?” he asked, peering around them to look at the messed up sheets. “You guys seriously had sex in here. Oh my god.” Reggie turned away from them, and Kurtz buttoned up his jeans. Reggie cleared his throat and faced them again. “Fix up the sheets and remove unwanted things,” he said, looking at the condom on the rim of the trash bin. “We never speak of this.”

Oh lord I hope that smut was good enough. I’m rusty as hell.

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In Unity There is Strength Part 12

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The hallways of the Academy of Unseen Arts were dimly lit and silent when the front doors creaked open with Sabrina’s magic. “Technically, no outsiders of non-magical blood are allowed into the academy, but considering I’m the de facto leader of this school, I can bend some rules,” the witch said with a smirk to the Riverdale trio. She continued through the school with the others in tow.

Deep in the building sat a candle lit library. Aside from a student sleeping on a desk deep in the shelves, there was no one to report on the mortals. Nonetheless, the group creeped around the room while Sabrina looked at the various book titles closely. Being a naturally curious girl, Zara longed to flip through the books labeled with the oddest titles relating to such problems like appropriate cauldron material. But, she kept her curiosity at bay by reminding herself why she was here in the first place. The group kept weaving around the shelves until Sabrina stopped and whispered, “This might be it.” She stood in front of red book with black lettering. When she pulled the monster sized book off the shelf, Zara peered down at the title. It read The Lycanthropy Curse.

Jughead chuckled quietly and muttered ‘curse.’ Sabrina glared at him at him for a moment and then, went back to examine the book. She started flipping the pages while Zara peered over her shoulder. Various chapters explaining the full moon, the bite, and transformations filled the book, but none of it was useful to them at this point. Sabrina stopped flipping and sighed. “Let me make this process go a little faster,” she whispered. She waved her hand around the book and quietly uttered words, which, from Zara’s brief knowledge, sounded like a spell. Suddenly, the book began flipping on its own rapidly until stopping at a page with a morbid illustration. It was of a dark-haired woman with her hands above her head, fingers pointing towards a massive beast. Her mouth was open in a scream. Peeling her eyes away from the picture, Zara went in front of Sabrina to read the adjacent page.

Witches and werewolves have been mortal enemies since the warlock Lycan was cursed by the Dark Lord to live a life as half man, half wolf. Satan also put into this spell that the only beings who could control werewolves to do their bidding are witches and warlocks.

“No wonder we’re enemies,” Kurtz commented, glancing at Sabrina. Zara looked at the both of them before reading the rest of the passage.

Sacrificing werewolves to Satan can allow magical beings access to the untapped force of nature. However, a group of warlocks in the late seventeenth century abused this power, leading Satan to condemn this practice.

“Well, that answers one of the sacrifices,” Zara huffed. “What about the rest?”

Sabrina pursed her lips and responded, “Maybe, the werewolf sacrifice only gives them the initial opening to the magical core. Probably, the warlock needs to keep sacrificing in order to continue the access. And, transfer that magic to lesser magical beings.”

“That still doesn’t answer why the warlock is only attacking past residents of the sisters,” Jughead added.

“We wouldn’t be able to find that information here, Jug,” Zara responded.

Sabrina led the three out of the school without a hitch and transported them back to the train station. Zara gave her a small hug on the platform and waved goodbye while Jughead returned the rental car on his phone and Kurtz swayed on the balls of his feet.

“Next train arriving in five minutes. Please stand clear of the edge.”

Zara approached Kurtz slowly, taking note of his empty expression. Kurtz heard her footsteps and exhaled deeply. “If I had better management of my pack, there would’ve been no sacrifices.”

“Kurtz...” Zara started. “You can’t blame yourself. You couldn’t have known.”

The wolf turned to face her, but said nothing. In response, Zara looked up at him. The train zoomed passed them, but the two paid no attention to it.

XXXX

Kurtz’s eyes lingered on Zara as she went to lie down in the sleeping bag. “What are you doing?” he whispered softly.

Zara didn’t turn as she replied, “Going to sleep. Why?”

“You can sleep in the bed,” he said, raising the comforter on the empty side. Zara eyed him for a moment and then, shook her head. “Why not?”

“Look, just because we slept in the same bed last night does not negate the fact that it was an act. Go to sleep, Kurtz.” Zara should’ve followed her own command instead of staring up at the ceiling the entire night. She crawled out the sleeping bag around six in the morning to use the bathroom. Her face was sallow, dark circles now seemingly permanent under her eyes. When she opened the door into her bedroom, she saw Kurtz sitting up, his feet on the ground. He didn’t bother looking at her as he brushed passed her to go into the bathroom. Zara shut her eyes for a brief moment to control her emotions and then, proceeded to get dressed.

When the two quietly walked out of the house, they didn’t speak to each other while walking to school. Right before they walked through the school entrance, Zara grabbed Kurtz’s hand and planted a smile on her face. Kurtz didn’t question it and kept his face neutral.

“Zara!” The pair turned around in the direction of the voice. Veronica walked towards them, heels clicking against the linoleum. “How was your trip to Greendale?” she asked with a grin.

“It was perfectly fine,” Kurtz replied, not giving Zara a chance to.

“I wasn’t asking you, sewer rat,” she gritted out.

Zara frowned. “Don’t talk to my boyfriend like that. And, to add on to his response, the trip was good. Shame you can’t hear about it. I don’t really trust werewolf hunters.” Dragging Kurtz along with her, Zara walked away to her locker. When the coast was clear, Zara let go of his hand. She looked at him briefly and opened her locker. “You okay?”

“You didn’t need to defend me,” Kurtz replied, leaning against the lockers. “I’m perfectly capable of doing so myself.”

“I know you are, but we have to keep up appearances.” Kurtz didn’t say anything after and walked to his locker. Zara shut her locker and pulled out her phone, sending a short text to Jughead

“Pack meeting at lunch. Don’t let Veronica come. I’ll explain there…”

XXXX

Jughead walked down to boiler room, Archie in tow. Zara was already there with Kurtz, talking softly. “I decided not to bring Betty. V and B are a package,” Jughead said, coming closer to the couple. “Are you going to tell us why we shouldn’t have brought Veronica?”

Archie beat Zara to respond and said, “I agree with Zara on her decision. Veronica can’t be trusted with sensitive information.” Zara nodded when Jughead looked over at her. “So, what happened in Greendale?” Archie stayed quiet while the three rehashed the events.

Jughead paused to let Archie ask any questions, but he shook his head. “I was up last night, thinking about motives. Archie… I honestly think the hunters may be behind this.”

“I wouldn’t put it passed them,” Kurtz added, clenching his fists. “But, how did they get their hands on a warlock? Sabrina never mentioned a close connection between their kind and hunters.”

Zara pulled out her phone and said, “Let me just send her a text. Even if they have no connection, she might still know something.”

As Zara texted the young witch, Kurtz looked closely at Archie, who looked pensive. “What’s on your mind, Andrews?” Kurtz deadpanned.

“I have to ask Veronica,” the red head responded. Jughead let out a long sigh and shook his head. “Jug, if anyone’s gonna know-“

“I would rather wait for a response from Sabrina,” Jughead interrupted.

XXXX

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Congrats on 200 followers! I was wondering if you could do a Kurtz x reader little story where Kurtz gets a quest card that requires him to “enchant the maiden (aka the reader) so that he can bring her to the gargoyle king” but he actually falls in love with her and wants to protect her from any harm. Wow ok that was long, i wanted to see your take on this because i wrote something similar and i just LOVE your writing ❤️❤️

Ooo I love this!

It was silent on the bus, all of the gargoyles sleeping under their moth-eaten blankets. But, Kurtz was still awake, flipping through the pages of the G&G gospel, squinting his eyes to read in the moonlight. He kept the window above his seat open unlike the other boys because he preferred to feel the night breeze. It wasn’t that he liked the cold; he liked experiencing it. He was always a sick child. His mother would cover him up in blankets after putting numerous layers of sweaters and jackets on him. Even after her death, he still wears a jacket even during the hottest of days. Maybe it’s a testament to her or maybe old habits die hard. 

He could feel himself drifting off to sleep, so he set the book on the floor and shut his eyes only to be awoken a moment later by a twig snapping close to the bus. Quickly, he exited the bus and walked into the clearing of the junkyard. “My king, is that you?” Kurtz asked in a quiet voice, mindful of the boys sleeping. There was no response, but as Kurtz turned to walk away, he noticed a piece of paper attached to an old refrigerator to the left of him. He walked closer to the fridge and noticed that the paper was a quest card. He scanned his surroundings and then proceeded to take the card off the fridge. Turning it to see the writing, Kurtz’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Enchant the Maiden and bring her to the king,” read the inscription. Kurtz looked at the card in disgust. The so-called Maiden was a disloyal player of the game; he would be glad to get rid of her.

//

It was a rainy Friday, and Y/N had just gotten out of a history test when she saw him. The homeless junkie leader of the gargoyles. She sneered at him and walked away. But, she had a strange feeling that she was being followed and therefore, started walking faster. She turned her head slightly to see that it was the boy following her. Instead of running like she had originally intended, she turned to face him. “What do you want, Kurtz?” she asked, standing a good five feet away from him. The boy didn’t say anything and instead, smirked. Y/N rolled her eyes. “I haven’t got all day. If it’s about the game, I’m not playing.”

Kurtz maintained his composure and replied, “Not about the game, Y/N. I was wondering if you wanted to grab a milkshake from Pop’s.” He thought that she would be completely flustered, but received a roaring laugh instead, which made him drop his smirk. 

Wiping her eyes, she gave one last chuckle and said, “In your dreams, gargoyle scum.” And then, she turned and walked away, leaving Kurtz frustrated. But, he needed to fulfill his quest, so he followed her from a distance. She went and chatted with her friends, packed up her bag, and proceeded to leave the school. Before she could approach her car though, she felt someone tug at her wrist. Widening her eyes, she fully intended to punch the person behind her, but calmly turned around to see who it was. “You again? Seriously, back off.”

But, Kurtz didn’t let her go. Trying to mask his emotions, he put on a face of slight sadness. “Listen, I’m sorry Y/N. I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot and for dragging you into that stupid game. I just… really want to get to know you.” Come on, girl. How much must I degrade myself?

Y/N eased up on her anger and had a feeling of sympathy towards Kurtz. Against her better judgement, she said, “Fine. Let’s go grab a milkshake. My car alright?”

//

It had been three hours since they stepped foot in Pop’s. What Y/N thought would be a shitty evening turned out to be a rather enjoyable one. The two were laughing about silly things. The fact that the school was a gang arena than a place for education was the biggest source of entertainment for the two. It was refreshing to see Kurtz laugh. And, for Kurtz… it was genuine. He came in knowing that he would have to be on guard, schooling his emotions, and trying to act. But once Y/N brought up the incident with the Pretty Poisons, he lifted his guard and began to laugh. He hadn’t felt this way in years, effortlessly feeling happiness. 

Once the two stopped laughing, there was a brief pause. Y/N looked down at the table, and her smile began to disappear. In a quiet voice, she asked Kurtz, “Why do you still play that game?”

Guard up. “I’m assuming you mean G&G?” It was going so perfectly, and then, she reminded him of what he must do. “I have no choice. I feel trapped in this town, under the Gargoyle King’s orders. If I don’t do his bidding, I have no money, no friends, no life…” He forced tears out of his eyes and felt a lone one travel down his cheek which Y/N’s eyes followed. She was buying it; she was buying the lies. “I’m scared, Y/N.” 

Y/N looked at him with warm eyes and reached over the table to grab his hand. “Quit, Kurtz. Someone in this town will help you. Stop doing something that’s killing you.”

What if I don’t want to? “I know, but what if he tries something? I have one more quest, and I have to fulfill it.” Think of a lie… “I have to offer someone up to king or he’s going to have me kill someone in my gang. And, I can’t do that to them! They’re just innocent kids.” Take the bait.

Y/N sat there silent for a few minutes. She wanted to help, but what would that mean for her? But, if it means saving many from harm… “I’ll go with you to the gargoyle king,” she said confidently. “I’m going to get you out of this. I promise.”

Jackpot. However, there was nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Dread, perhaps… no… guilt. Could he really do this to her? He was having such a great time, dare he even say, a better time than when he serves the king. But, he couldn’t dwell on this. The king always gets what he wants. “Thank you so much. You don’t have to this,” Kurtz said, lacing his voice with fake gratitude. 

//

“What is this place?” Y/N asked, looking around the busted up cars surrounding the clearing. It was well in the night, various fires offering up the only source of light. She looked at Kurtz who had a stone cold expression on his face, which instantly morphed into nervousness. 

“This is where he usually makes me come to bring him his…”

“Victims,” Y/N finished. “Well, how do you summon him?” She was beginning to feel a sense of dread.

“You don’t. He knows we’re here.” Kurtz looked at the girl again, and the guilt was amplifying. He wanted to shut it off; who cared if she died? Just a sacrifice for a noble cause. 

The two were becoming skittish from waiting around. Kurtz began to get worried she might run. He had half the mind to text Penelope Blossom. Just as the two were about to reach the end of their patience, however, the familiar shadow of twigs was casted upon the cars in the firelight. Y/N stared at Kurtz but went back to facing the direction of where the king was coming from. Slowly, the creature appeared. Kurtz held back the smirk creeping up to his face as he turned towards Y/N. “You can still run; you don’t have to do this.” But, she didn’t respond. The king slowly unmasked himself, his orange hair becoming visible. Y/N squinted her eyes, not knowing who the man was. The man smirked at her and then faced Kurtz. “Good work. You trapped the Maiden.”

Y/N furrowed her brows and looked at Kurtz in surprise. “The Maiden? You didn’t need any random person to offer up; you need me.” Tears began cascading down her cheeks. “You lied to me. I trusted you!”

Kurtz kept his face blank and said, “Well, you shouldn’t have. My work is done for tonight.” 

“Ah not so fast, Kurtz,” said Chic as he reached into his cloak to pull out a gun. “Why don’t you do the honors? After all, it is your quest.” He smirked and placed the gun into Kurtz’s left hand. Y/N seeing this exchange, began to panic. As she began to have the thought to run, Chic warned, “I wouldn’t run unless you’d like to be stabbed multiple times by the rest of the players.” Y/N gulped and looked back at Kurtz who had his eyes trained on the gun. Holding it up slowly, Y/N began to sob.

“Please, you don’t want to do this,” she pleaded.

“Oh, but I do,” Kurtz said coldly. He pointed the gun at her forehead, but he paused, dragging out the moment. “It really is an honor serving you, my king.” Suddenly, Kurtz aimed and shot at Chic who doubled over in pain. The bullet went through his stomach. Kurtz dropped the gun and grabbed Y/N’s hand to run. There was no one in the woods; Chic’s threat was groundless. The two panted heavily, running through the dark woods until they reached the road. Y/N got out of Kurtz’s grip and backed away from him. He rolled his eyes and said, “Isn’t it enough that I rescued you, risking my own damn neck?”

“You still brought me here,” Y/N said angrily. 

“I brought you here because I was confused!” Kurtz yelled. He turned away from her, fuming. “I wanted to kill you, so badly. You were so easy to enchant, but…”

“But what, Kurtz?”

“You made me feel the bare minimum happiness that I haven’t experienced in years. I don’t feel happy playing the stupid game; I felt strong with the power I had, but it didn’t make me happy. You did. I… like you. And, I know you don’t want to hear that, especially now, but you changed in me in a span of three hours.”

“Kurtz… thank you for saving me, but we can’t be together. Not until you fully sort yourself out.” Y/N left, calling the police to explain the full details. When the cops came to pick her up, they arrested the homeless junkie leader of the gargoyles. But, Y/N made an ultimatum… to never give up on him because he could change. A mere three hours told her so.

//

6 months later

The gated fence opened up loudly to release a sober ex-gang member. He had a smile on his face as he gazed upon a girl sitting in the driver’s seat of a car, waving to him. She stepped out and stood there, silent. He walked over to her and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Finally, no glass between us,” he said softly. 

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In Unity, There is Strength Part 11

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The train ride to Greendale was pleasantly quiet, a needed break from the mayhem in Riverdale. Zara leaned her head back and shut her eyes lightly. Why am I here? Jughead and Kurtz could’ve handled this themselves. No, Zara didn’t trust Kurtz around Jughead. Sure, Zara and Kurtz had an agreement between themselves, but she didn’t want to risk something going wrong between two temperamental werewolves.

She cracked her eyes open a fraction and saw the omega glaring at her. “Kurtz, I’m not gonna apologize for coming here,” Zara said, facing towards him. “You and Jughead negotiating together is a recipe for disaster.” She looked down the walkway to see that Jughead still hadn’t exited the bathroom.

“I’m not gonna start something. If anything, it’ll be Jones,” Kurtz grumbled.

“I don’t care. We don’t need a werewolf fight in the midst of witches,” she whispered angrily. A few minutes later, Jughead exited the bathroom and came back to sit down in front of them. They had gotten one of the four seater sections, Zara sitting on the aisle next to Kurtz and Jughead across from her with an empty window seat to his right.

“Plan of attack anyone?” Jughead asked, leaning back. “We have to be careful around witches. From what I’ve read online, witches have a tendency to hate all other supernatural creatures.”

Zara turned to face Kurtz. “So maybe this is why the families hate you. You turned their kids into werewolves.”

“They wanted the bite,” Kurtz sneered.

Zara squinted her eyes and went back to face Jughead. “If they hate all other supernatural creatures, then we can’t have you two talk to them straight out of the gate.” She sighed. “You two should be lucky I came. I’ll get the conversation rolling and then we can hit them with the ‘who done it.’”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jughead said, but his eyes lingered on the two. He cocked an eyebrow at Zara and added, “You know... you two don’t really act like a couple...”

Zara had the overwhelming urge to look at Kurtz, but that would set Jughead even more off. School your emotions, Zara. “Sorry if we liking keeping ourselves low-key,” she replied, chuckling softly. Jughead furrowed his brows, so she added, “You and Betty have a little too much PDA for my tastes.” She laughed while Jughead glared at her. Once Jughead shut his eyes, she looked over at Kurtz who nodded, signifying that whatever she did was good enough for now.

//

“Next stop Greendale. Carefully exit the train when it has stopped. Thank you.”

Zara shifted in her seat, waking up from her nap. Both Jughead and Kurtz were already awake, looking out the window at the forest surrounding the tracks. “Where are we going first?” she asked softly.

Jughead turned his head away from the window to look at her. “We should probably put our bags down somewhere. There are some cheap motels, none as sketchy as Riverdale’s of course,” Jughead said with a chuckle. Zara cracked a smile. Kurtz looked at the two with a blank stare, but something about how he was feeling causes Jughead to stop laughing.

Kurtz then cleared his throat and added, “We can’t linger too long there. We need to go talk to the families.” Pulling out his phone, he looked over the home addresses.

“Which house should we go to then?” Zara asked, not even remembering to ask who Kurtz knew in the town.

“I should probably go and pay my respects to Riddle’s family,” he mumbled.

“Who’s Riddle?” Jughead asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“The beta who got sacrificed.”

//

Zara stood outside a wrought iron gate, eyes fixated on the statues of headless men placed across the front lawn. She turned back to see Kurtz and Jughead a few feet away from her. “Are we talking to a sane person, Kurtz?” she gritted out. Kurtz smirked and crossed his arms across his chest.

Rolling her eyes, she pushed open the gate, a few vines snapping in the process, The actual house was far down the driveway and not facing the gate. It became clear that the mansion was placed in a way to fool people into believing that the gate surrounded nothing. As the path began twisting to the left, Zara got increasingly nervous about how to begin an interrogation with a witch. They have magic, she doesn’t. They hate werewolves, she’s part of a pack. “This should go well,” she muttered to herself.

As she approached the house, she began to take in the odd details. The manor’s exterior was of deep gray stone with marble molding around the balconies and windows, of which no light shone through. On the corners of the house were giant statues of... bats? For a rather odd ancient looking house, the front door was more modern, window panes in the middle of both doors making the entrance. Zara rang the doorbell on the left side of the double doors and waited.

And waited.

She pressed the bell once more and checked her phone to see that ten minutes had already passed since she first pressed the bell. Before she could send a text to Jughead about the situation, the door swung open to reveal a small child with a mop of black hair. He looked at her, stone-faced, then he yelled, “Ma, some stranger’s here!”

He didn’t usher her into the house, but he left the door open so Zara followed the boy into the foyer. A large iron chandelier hung low from the ceiling, cobwebs lining the bulbs. The wallpaper was peeling in this room, which made Zara feel weird. Why is this so stereotypical?

She started looking into golden framed mirror on the side of the door and got startled by a woman directly behind her. Turning quickly, she apologized. “I did not hear you coming, ma’am.” She extended her hand out. “My name is Zara Fatehi. I’m from Riverdale.”

“I know,” the woman sneered. “I am a... seer of sorts. Fortune tellers as you mortals would call it. What is your business here?”

“Why? Can’t predict that?” Zara replied, looking at the witch with a bored expression.

The woman raised a brow and chuckled softly. “I apologize for the harsh greeting. My name is Greer Peterson.” She then looked around the room. “I think I should lift up the glamor, don’t you?”

Zara furrowed her brows in response, but then her eyes widened when Greer waved her hands and the room transformed around them. The peeling wallpaper was replaced with black marble, there were no cobwebs on the chandelier, and the foyer had rich artwork on every alternate wall.

Greer looked over at the young girl and roared in laughter. “Oh this is nothing, darling. Magic is quite wonderful, don’t you think?” Zara nodded slowly. Greer’s smile faded after a moment as she asked, “What is your business here, really?”

Zara cleared her throat. “I am here to ask for some assistance,” she said softly.

Greer ushered her into the living room on the right, a room filled with red couches and a large fireplace. “I am aware of the sacrifices occurring in your town,” she said, sitting down on the couch gracefully. In contrast, Zara plopped onto the couch and was embarrassed afterwards.

“I knew that you would be aware considering...” Zara trailed off, unable to form the words.

“Considering my son was sacrificed, you mean.”

Zara gulped. “Right. My mother’s a deputy, and I’d like to make her job easier by finding more evidence.”

“And because your pack is in danger.”

Zara was shocked, but considering Greer could see into the future, it would be a logical conclusion as to how she knew. “Yes, Ma’am. I know the magical community does not look fondly upon werewolves.”

“You would be correct in that assumption.”

Zara crossed her legs. “I know your son’s... death has hit you hard. I cannot begin to imagine how you feel, but if there’s any way you can prevent more deaths.”

“My son’s death means absolutely nothing to me. I sent him to the sisters for a reason.”

Zara squinted her eyes at Greer, disgusted by this woman. “You know the alpha who made your son into a werewolf is standing right outside your gate? He cared for your son,” she gritted out. “Clearly more than you.” With that, the front door slammed open. Kurtz and Jughead both came into the house, walking into the living room. Greer glared at the two, scrunching her nose as if she smelled something bad. “If you don’t talk, we will make you,” Zara threatened.

Greer smirked and stood up from the couch, looking straight into Kurtz’s eyes. “Two werewolves, especially non-alphas, are no match for a witch.”

Kurtz and Jughead looked at each other, expressionless. Zara was still glaring at the witch. “If you don’t help us, more people will start pointing fingers at the witches. One of the followers of this murderer believes he’s sacrificing for the dark lord. I am sure you know who the dark lord is.”

Greer gaped and looked away from the trio. “That isn’t right... we do not participate in sacrifice of mortals or other creatures. We haven’t done so in centuries.” She paused and turned to face them again. “Whoever this person, is no friend of Greendale witches. They must be a Riverdale resident, there’s no doubt about that.”

Zara stood from the couch and approached Greer slowly. “You mean to tell me that this psychopath is living amongst us.” In order for Greer to explain more, Zara went into more detail about the evidence already procured.

Greer looked puzzled as Zara finished the story of her near sacrifice. “If the man wanting to kill you has been promised powers, this witch has the power to harness nature’s energy and funnel it through a mortal. I do not believe that the almighty Satan would allow such perverse actions. He believes that magic must stay within those who are worthy to wield it.”

“Sounds supremacist,” Jughead mumbled. Speaking louder, he questioned Greer of how to find this person. “We only know two things about him. Nothing extremely identifiable.”

“That I cannot help you with, I’m sorry to say.”

The three bid the woman goodbye and drove back to the motel. Zara sat at the edge of the bed nearest the window, facing the other bed. “We’ve got more information than before, but it still isn’t enough to make a good deduction,” Zara said dejectedly.

Jughead, who was pushing his bag into the closet, nodded. “There must be more people we can talk to. Kurtz?”

Kurtz sat down next to Zara and clasped his hands together on his lap. “There are more, but I feel like it will be a wasted trip. If only Greer said more about who’s in charge of the magical community...”

“In charge?” Zara inquired.

“There always has to be a head person,” Jughead replied, sitting across from the two. “If we can meet with another family...” he trailed off looking at Kurtz.

Kurtz ignored him and went to lie down on the bed. “It’s late. We’ll resume tomorrow morning.” He sat up to strip off his jacket and pulled the covers over him. Zara looked back at him and gulped. It would look suspicious to Jughead if she opted to sleep on the floor, so she had to lay next to Kurtz.

“I’m going to get ready for bed,” she said, clearing her throat. Jughead nodded and took off his beanie, preparing for sleep himself. When Zara got out of the restroom, her heart started pounding. Luckily Jughead was snoring softly, so he wouldn’t pick up on the noise. She walked slowly to her bed and sat down. Slowly blinking once, she sighed and then, went under the covers. She tried creating as much distance from between her and Kurtz as possible, but she still felt his body heat.

“Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep...” Zara whispered repeatedly. Ultimately, sleep overtook her, and she relaxed. The next morning, the light shone through the curtains. Cracking her eyes open a fraction, Zara was blinded momentarily by the sliver of light hitting her eyes directly. She looked down, away from the curtains, to see a blurry face only a few centimeters away from her face. The more she blinked her eyes, the more the face got clearer. It was Kurtz. She widened her eyes and attempted to move away, but she found herself trapped by a hand wrapped around her torso.

Trying to remove his hand, Zara was stopped by a small voice saying, “Relax.” Kurtz was barely awake. “Jughead will be suspicious.” Zara looked behind her and saw that Jughead was still sleeping. “He’ll wake up soon,” Kurtz whispered. Zara’s lingering gaze didn’t go amiss by the wolf, and he smirked slightly.

After awhile, when the two got hungry, and Jughead awoke, they ventured out to eat and investigate some more. Zara took out her phone in the car and looked up where they could eat. “So, there’s a place called Dr. Cerberus’s,” she suggested. “You have to take a right here, Jug.”

The three entered the small shop and stopped by the door to take in the appearance. It looked as if it was decorated for Halloween. But, considering Halloween happened five months ago, the get-up seemed a bit peculiar to the three. Jughead sent a puzzled expression Zara’s way to which she responded, “They have four and a half stars on Yelp.”

After a few minutes, they ordered their food and sat down at a booth next to a group of chattering friends. “Kurtz, what family can we see next?” Jughead asked before taking a bit of his burger.

Kurtz leaned back against the faux red leather and shrugged. “There are two other families we could talk to, but after the hostility from Greer... And, she didn’t even care about her son’s death. I can’t guarantee the other families won’t be pissed.” There was rage emanating from the omega, and Zara didn’t need wolf senses to know that.

As she stuffed her mouth with curly fries, Zara’s ears picked up tidbits of the conversation from the booth next to theirs. “...The school’s gotten weirder ever since we found the prophecy. People are treating me as if some sort of dark savior from the dark lord. I really don’t get it.” Zara’s head swiveled to their direction at the mention of the dark lord. The two wolves also picked up on it if them not stuffing their faces anymore was an indication.

Before anyone could say anything, Zara got up from her seat and walked over to the table. She saw a girl with short, platinum blonde hair, styled with a black headband. The girl in question looked up at Zara, raising a groomed brow. “May I help you?” she asked with a grin.

“You were talking about the dark lord,” Zara started.

The girl widened her eyes but masked it immediately with a bigger grin. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Cut the bullshit. I need you to talk to me, now.”

The girl looked at her friends and ushered them away. Zara slipped into the now empty side of the booth, staring at the girl across from her. The girl cleared her throat and introduced herself, “My name is Sabrina Spellman. I am a witch.”

“I assumed,” Zara drawled. “My name is Zara Fatehi. I’m from Riverdale. I’m sure you’ve heard of what’s going on there.”

“A bit, yes. Why do you think I can help you?”

“The man going around ‘sacrificing’ people serves what his followers call the dark lord. Wanna explain that to me?”

Sabrina furrowed her brows. “I’m not sure I understand. Are you sure the sacrifices are for the dark lord?”

“No, actually. The last witch I interrogated said that the man was perverse, trying to give mortals magic under the guise of the dark lord’s wishes.”

“Perverse is one way to say it. Let’s just say my father is in a way, racist against mortals. He wouldn’t want them to have magic.”

“Hold on; your father is the dark lord? Satan?”

Sabrina sighed and confirmed, “Yes, unfortunately. I’m in a sort of ‘cold war’ with him.”

“So that means you’re the head witch?”

Sabrina chuckled and shrugged. “I guess so.”

“How do we take down this man, then? He clearly has magic to funnel it into his followers. The batty seer said he couldn’t possibly be from Greendale, but that doesn’t narrow down our suspect list.”

“You mean you went to see Greer the Seer? Yikes, she’s a handful. But, if she confirmed the man to be in Riverdale, there’s not much I can add on for details, I’m afraid to say. I pretty much have tabs on all magical folk in Greendale, but other towns are new territory.” Zara nodded dejectedly. “However, I might be able to do additional research for you.”

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In Unity, There is Strength Part 6 Riverdale AU (Kurtz X OC)

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Zara just about had enough when a certain blonde ponytail swished in the air for the umpteenth time. “Betty, you need to calm down. Pacing isn’t doing anything for you.” At the statement, the girl in question looked at Zara still with her thumb in her mouth, mid-stride. Then, she pulled the seat from the desk in the Blue and Gold office. Zara had opted to lean against the doorframe, watching over the worried blonde until Jughead had finished talking to his dad, who had just been made sheriff. 

What Zara hadn’t anticipated was Betty shedding tears for the mass murderer’s death. At the noise of sobbing, Zara squinted her eyes at Betty in judgment, but she knew better than to speak on it. Grief works in mysterious ways, she thought. Betty, aware of the attention she brought on herself, looked at Zara and wiped the tears away. “Zara, I don’t know why I’m crying. He’s terrible; I shouldn’t feel anything for him,” she choked out.

Zara sighed and walked over to Betty. She tentatively put a hand on Betty’s shoulder and rubbed lightly. “No one is going to blame you for crying over your dad’s death,” Zara said softly. After a few minutes of silence, footsteps alerted them of someone approaching the room. Jughead walked in with a concerned look on his face and said, “Zara, I know you were going to tell us about a pattern. Now’s the best time.”

“Well, me and Kurtz figured out that the victims are all people who stayed with the sisters. That’s the only correlation,” Zara said while Jughead came over to them to put Betty Into a tight embrace. 

Hearing this, Betty looked up at Jughead with calculated look in her eyes. “Juggy, all of us are in danger. Me, Polly, Cheryl... Oh my god, what are we going to do?” She looked about ready to cry again, and Jughead tried to console her while also nodding to Zara to leave the room. 

In the hallway, Kurtz was standing next to a row of lockers and, upon hearing Zara’s footsteps, started walking towards her. Zara said nothing as the two exited the school. It was 6 PM, and Kurtz looked slightly jittery, which made Zara roll her eyes. The omega saw it and asked, “What?”

“Gonna get your midnight fix tonight as well?” Zara asked with a biting tone. She then sighed. “Not that I can give a damn; there’s too much going on right now.”

“You told them about the pattern, I presume?” Kurtz asked, and Zara nodded in response. “What about Hiram?”

“No, I didn’t have time. Betty is kinda... losing it, so I left Jughead to deal with that.”

“Some friend you are,” Kurtz said quietly, while digging inside his oversized jacket for his phone.

Zara stopped next to the bike rack and clenched her fists. “You have no friends, so don’t pretend to know anything about friendship. Jughead wanted me to leave!”

Kurtz turned around to look at her and smirked. “I smelled your judgement from that room. You don’t care about your friend’s grief at all.” He turned back around and started walking towards the parking lot. 

Zara cracked her neck to the right and then to the left. She was sitting at her desk doing mind-numbingly easy math homework while Kurtz laid on the bed, reading his English textbook. Occasionally, the girl would look back at the wolf but only for a moment. She noticed that his hands weren’t very stable as the textbook shook in his hands every now and then. 

Finishing her last problem, Zara looked at the time to see that it was 10. She got up from her desk to go to the bathroom in order to do her nightly routine. Turning on the shower to boiling temperature, the girl stripped down and entered. 

After about an hour, Zara exited the bathroom, rubbing her hair with a towel. The first thing she noticed was the breeze in the room coming from the open window, and then she noticed her missing roommate. Her breath was then coming out rapidly with the amount of anger coursing through her body. She said she didn’t care, but she did. Trust meant nothing to the omega, and clearly he wanted to remain the ‘lone-wolf.’ If he couldn’t tell Zara anything, what made him good for the pack? Trust was everything to Archie.

Quietly, Zara creeped out of her room and down the stairs to see that her mother was nowhere to be found, but there was a note in the kitchen stating that the deputy would be working late yet again. She wished she could tell her mother everything, all of the supernatural stuff afoot, but she didn’t want to drag her into a world that Zara couldn’t get out of even if she wanted to. Zara went back to her room and settled into her sleeping bag after turning off the lights, but still kept the window open.

At about 2 AM, the sound of boots thumping onto the ground near her head woke Zara up. Knowing who it was, the girl jumped up rapidly, blinking away her sleep. In a deep and booming voice, Zara asked, “Where the hell were you?! I want answers! You can’t keep-” She was cut off with soft lips pressing into hers. With wide eyes, Zara looked at Kurtz and began pounding her fists against him to get him to let go, but he had a strong grip against her head, and he was much stronger than her. Then, the noise of a toilet flushing flooded into her room, and the pair heard footsteps retreating into a room and a door shutting. Kurtz pulled away from her then, and Zara was silent in shock. 

“Your mom would’ve heard you screaming. I had to shut you up,” Kurtz whispered with a smirk. Zara still didn’t say anything as the boy brushed past her and laid down on the bed after taking his shoes and jacket off. 

Zara turned to look at Kurtz. She cleared her throat before whispering, “You didn’t answer my questions. Where the hell were you?”

“I don’t need to tell you anything,” he sneered. Then, he pulled the covers over his head. Zara marched over to him and pulled the covers aside. He glared at her, but then smirked. “If you wanna sleep with me, you could’ve just asked instead of being so forceful.” That made Zara flare her nostrils and clench her right hand to punch him. “Just joking. You’re such a short fuse.” Zara still stood next to the bed, and Kurtz sighed. “Listen to me, you don’t want to know what’s going on. It has nothing to do with the case, so I have no reason to tell you. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to sleep.” He went to pull up the covers again only to see Zara wrench open the nightstand drawer of where he kept his journal. She took out his journal before he could grab her wrist and walked over to her desk. She then quickly flipped through the pages until her eyes landed on the words “Gryphons and Gargoyles.”

“So, you’re still playing the game? You know, the game that caused your betas to go psycho around town and then Hiram killed them for it!” Zara clenched her jaw and threw the notebook at Kurtz who caught it before it caused too much noise. He watched the girl pace for a bit after putting his journal back in the nightstand and then, she asked, “Who is playing with you? Your pack is dead. Are you trying to create a new one? News flash, you freak, when an alpha loses his entire pack, they are no longer alpha. You can’t just recruit a fresh batch of mindless teens.”

“I’m not trying to recruit. Gryphons and Gargoyles isn’t just a game,” Kurtz huffed out, getting intensely angry by the minute.

“No, of course not. It’s also where you get your fix of fizzle rocks, you junkie,” Zara spat out. Seething, Kurtz got up from bed in a flash and raced towards the girl to pin her against the wall roughly. 

He whispered, “I have tolerated enough from you tonight. My lifestyle isn’t harming anyone, so stop butting into my business. Your weak, mortal ass couldn’t stop me anyways.” He let Zara go and went back to bed. Zara rubbed her arms after the tight pressure on them and decided not to prolong the argument. She fell asleep in her sleeping bag soon after.

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In Unity, There Is Strength (Riverdale AU - Kurtz X OC)      Part 5

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A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry it took so long for this part to get out. I’ve been super slumped with other stuff I’m working on. I hope you guys enjoy it. It’s kind of a filler chapter since there was so much drama last time, but nonetheless, I hope it’s a good read.

“Z, you look terrible.” “Thank you, Archie. I totally needed that right now.” Archie flinched at the sarcasm and held up his hands in surrender. Zara continued to take things out of her locker and into her backpack. The bell for first period would ring in ten minutes, and Zara... really didn’t want to be here. “Sorry. I’m just tired.” It wasn’t a lie, so Archie nodded in understanding and closed his locker. “Anything you wanna talk about?” he asked. Zara gulped, wondering if she should tell her alpha about everything that happened yesterday. “I know you’re hiding something.” She looked up at the boy in surprise. “Wolfy senses, remember? You might not be lying, but your heartbeat is off the charts. You know you can tell me anything.” “I know, and you’re a sweetheart,” Zara said, and Archie chuckled which made her smile. After looking around at the students leaving the hallway, she pulled Archie into the cleaning closet and shut the door. “Promise me you won’t be angry with me. Tell me that you trust me to make sound decisions.” “Of course, Z. But, what is this about?” Archie squinted his eyebrows. “Kurtz.” A single bead of sweat appeared on Zara’s forehead. “Elaborate.” Zara could feel Archie tensing up, and she instantly grabbed his hands. “…He’s… um… living with m-me,” Zara stuttered out. She didn’t dare look into Archie’s eyes. She was scared to find out how much emotional pressure it took for him to transform. “Please don’t be mad at me. It’s the only way we can figure these things out. He promised to help us solve the case if he had a place to stay.” That was the gist of it, at least. Archie was breathing loudly, which didn’t make Zara feel at ease, but she didn’t let his hands go. “Zara, why didn’t you tell me? Why did you not consult me? I’m your alpha. Whatever happens to one pack member happens to all of us” “It was a heat of the moment decision. I saw where he was living and knew he had more knowledge about the sacrifices than the entire pack does collectively. Archie, you have to trust me with this.” “But why you? You could’ve told me, and he could’ve stayed with me!” “You have more than enough to handle right now! I didn’t want to stress you out when you have to deal with Hiram all the time. I’m sorry, Archie.” Zara was tearing up so she looked away from him. But, Archie pulled her closer into a hug. “I’m sorry, Z. You did make a… valid decision. Just please, be safe. I know that Jug looks after Betty and I with Ronnie, but you’re alone a lot of the time. I don’t want anything bad happening to you.” The bell rang, and the two separated to go off their separate ways, but there was an unspoken tension now. Zara was doing an independent mission of her own, and in any other pack, the alpha would kill her for doing so. 

It was lunchtime, and Zara had the choice to sit with Veronica and Betty but decided to sit next to the dark clothed wolf to which the girls eyeballed her suspiciously. The omega didn’t look up from his food until Zara greeted him. “Why are you here?” he asked quietly. It was amazing to think that this man changes from his calm demeanor in a flash after a “midnight stroll” 

“To keep an eye on you,” Zara replied calmly. She started prodding her food with her fork and noticed that Kurtz stopped eating to look at her. “What? You think I’m gonna leave you alone after what you pulled last night.” Kurtz tensed up but didn’t say anything and shortly after went back to eating. After a few minutes, he calmly asked, “Have you made a list?” “Of what? The possible victims? No. I was gonna do it with you in the morning, but…” Zara wasn’t actively trying to guilt trip him, but if it works, it works. “You should put your friends on there.” Zara snapped her head up at him. “But, they’re safe…” Honestly, she didn’t believe that, but putting their names down would make the situation too real. Too real for her to handle right now. “You don’t believe that; your heartbeat went up. Put them down. Anything’s possible here. It could be Hiram killing people, and humans part of a wolf pack makes him even more likely to target Betty and the supernatural Blossom.” “You really think it could be Hiram? He’s already in hot water for killing your-“ “No need to mention what happened.” “Right, sorry. But still, he’s being watched.” Zara finished her food quietly after that. Right about when she got up to clear her tray, Jughead skidded into the cafeteria. Zara looked at him with wide eyes when he said, “There’s been another sacrifice.” The entire room quieted down, and Betty raced towards Jughead. “Who, Jug? Who died?” Betty asked, concerned. “Betty… it’s your dad.”

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A Guide for the Kurtz AU

Hey everyone! I know a lot of people in our niche community has not watched teen wolf, so I want to make a guide for my fanfic, since there will be some confusion.

Werewolves:

Alphas have red eyes. Werewolves who have murdered an innocent have blue eyes, others have yellow eyes

A beta can become an alpha by killing their alpha. If a werewolf is without a pack, they are an omega. But, there is a concept of a true alpha where a werewolf is a natural born leader and doesn’t need to kill the alpha of his pack to become an alpha.

Archie - Alpha of the Dark Circle

Betas: Reggie, Moose, Jughead

Other members: Zara, Cheryl, Toni, Betty

Kurtz - Alpha of the Gargoyles (formerly)

Banshee:

Pretty much a seer, but they can sense death either happening in the present or in the future. They won’t be able to figure out if you’ll fail your test tomorrow lol.

Resident Banshee - Cheryl

Hunters:

Their code, “We hunt those who hunt us”

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In Unity, There is Strength Part 2 (Riverdale AU)

A/N: Hello everyone, I finally came up with a name for the AU. I thought it made to most sense since the story is about pack dynamics and all that good stuff. Also, this part is much longer than the first because there was a lot to pack in. Hopefully it doesn’t seem like a drag.

Masterlist Guide for Characters

“I am not getting in that piece of garbage you call a car,” Zara said, eying at the damaged black Camaro. The bumper was hanging loosely off the car and both taillights were busted. “Does it even work?”

“Yes it works!” Kurtz silently screamed, getting into the car sluggishly. Zara rolled her eyes and got in.

Before he could start the ignition, the girl pointed at him and stated, “My mom’s a deputy. If you kidnap me or get me killed in this scrap of metal, you’re dead. Understood?”

Kurtz looked at her finger, then into her eyes and blinked slowly. “Understood.” Zara folded her arms, and the boy pulled out of the driveway.

After a twenty minute drive, they arrived at the morgue. The coroner’s car was still in the parking lot, so Kurtz drove further down the road and parked on the side. Zara stepped out of the car and looked at the wolf. “So, what’s the plan? How exactly are you planning on ‘breaking in?’ Also, when have you ever broken in to know that you can?” Zara asked skeptically.

“Lots of questions, so little time,” Kurtz grumbled. He threw Zara the keys, and she gave him a look of confusion. “In case things go wrong, drive off. I can run fast; you can’t.”

“No need to remind me of my normal human capabilities,” Zara said, annoyed at the wolf’s bluntness. He walked off, leaving Zara to glare at his back.

The omega slowly walked towards the office and listened carefully near one of the windows. The coroner stated he was going on a smoke break to his assistant, and Kurtz took this as a green light. He willed his claws to come out and picked the lock of the emergency exit. 

After some turns down hallways, he found him, Kurtz’s last beta. The ex-alpha was no crier, but he would be lying to himself if his entire world didn’t break looking at his last friend, dead on the cold metal table. With a shaking hand, Kurtz brought out his cheap flip phone and proceeded to take pictures of the body’s wounds: throat laceration and gaping hole in the chest cavity with the heart missing.

Right when Kurtz took his final picture, his ears picked up the coroner’s dragging feet coming towards the back door of the office. Kurtz took this as his cue to flee, and the coroner saw a glimpse of black when he opened the door, but due to the lack of sleep, he thought nothing of it.

Kurtz ran fast towards his car and got in at the passenger side. Loudly, he told Zara to drive, and the girl fumbled with the keys in surprise. Soon, she started driving off.

When she stopped at a red light, Zara looked at Kurtz in concern. “What happened? The coroner saw you?” Kurtz shook his head. “Well, then what?”

“He almost did, but that’s not why I’m...” Kurtz broke off, wringing his hands.

“Jittery? You look like you’re going through withdrawal,” Zara said and in a lower voice muttered, “not that I’m surprised.” Kurtz glared at the human.

“It’s not withdrawal. I saw what the sacrificed bodies look like.”

“Seriously?! Finally! Nobody’s been able to access that information from the police. Spill.” Zara shouldn’t be excited by macabre things, but her detective skills were in full gear.

“Throat laceration and... heart ripped out,” Kurtz said, the memory of his friend’s body forever imprinted in his brain.

“Heart missing? What the hell would the killer want with hearts? That’s, what, 3 bodies now. So, then 3 hearts.” Zara got lost in her thoughts and forgot to start driving when the light turned green, only to be “honked” out of her thoughts.

“Park the car somewhere,” Kurtz said, staring down at his lap. Zara obliged, driving to Pop’s and fitting the car into an empty spot. She looked at the werewolf again, and he truly didn’t look so great.

“You need to get high or something?” Zara asked. Kurtz didn’t say anything, so she took this as confirmation. “Well, lucky for you, Reggie loves him some weed. Probably super tame to what you’re used to, but it should suffice.” The girl stepped out of the vehicle and into the diner, only to go to the back so that she could walk into the “kid-friendly” speakeasy.

Reggie was packing up things at Le Bonne Nuit for today because of the pack meeting. Upon seeing her, he squinted his brows. “You not going, Z? Archie’s gonna give us all the dad lecture on responsibility if you don’t, and I seriously don’t want to suffer through that.”

“Chill, Reg. I’m here for some of that good shit,” Zara said in a hushed tone, spotting Veronica in her peripheral vision.

Reggie looked over at his girlfriend and back at Zara. “Why you need it?”

“I have a friend going to rehab who needs to ‘get well’ before going in, if you know what I mean?”

“Of all things you decide to get high off before getting clean, I did not imagine weed to be on top of anyone’s list.” When Veronica went outside to pick up the lighting for the stage, Reggie opened up a locked drawer and handed Zara the bag. Zara slipped it under her flannel and tucked in her shirt. Pop looked a little suspicious when the girl was exiting, but ignored it after seeing Zara as harmless. She ran back into the car and gave the box to Kurtz.

“Your pack is not so innocent as you proclaim,” Kurtz snarled. Zara shrugged at him and leaned her head back against the seat. Surprisingly, the car wasn’t as bad as she initially thought, but god forbid she drive this car ever again. Closing her eyes for a moment, she let her mind drift off.

After finishing smoking the entire bag, Kurtz looked at Zara and got a blank expression in return. Zara was shocked that in the mere span of an hour, the boy had finished off weed that could’ve lasted for two days. In response, Kurtz said, “You realize that my werewolf metabolism doesn’t leave a lot of room to get high. I have to smoke way more to get high. Not to mention, it’s fucking weed.”

Zara, still in disbelief, looked down at her watch and realized it was 7:30. “Shit! My pack meeting! You mind if I take your car?” Kurtz shrugged, and Zara started driving out of Pop’s.

After pulling into Archie’s driveway, Kurtz stopped her from unbuckling her seat. “You’re telling me that your pack headquarters is Andrews’ fucking house?”

“What, he likes his place. We’re not a bunch of homeless drug addicts to go scavenging abandoned buildings,” Zara said, lowering her eyes at the omega. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have to go relay information back to my pack.” Zara got out of the car and walked up to Archie’s door. Jughead opened the door before she could knock and glared at Kurtz’s car. “Get in,” he said gruffly.

Zara walked in to seeing the entire pack sitting in the living room, completely silent, and looking at her. Cheryl broke the silence and asked, “Well, how was your rendezvous with your emo boyfriend?”

“A, he isn’t my boyfriend. B, it wasn’t a rendezvous. We went to the morgue to see how the sacrifices are being, you know, sacrificed,” Zara responded. Archie came in with some food and motioned for Zara to continue. “Throat laceration and heart ripped out.”

“Do we have evidence of this?” Betty asked. “Any pictures?”

“I’m sure Kurtz took pictures, but I didn’t ask. I don’t know if he’s still here...“

“Oh, he is,” Jughead said. Zara squinted her brows and walked towards the door. After running down to driveway, Zara saw that, sure enough, Kurtz was still there. She tapped lightly on passenger side window. Kurtz rolled it down and asked silently, “What?”

“You know what. You’ve been eavesdropping again with your wolfy senses. But, whatever. That isn’t why I’m here. Give me the pictures of the body.” Kurtz looked at her and motioned to hand him her phone. As he typed her number into his phone, Zara asked, “I hate that I’m offering this, but do you want to come inside?” No audible rejections could be heard from the inside of the house, so Zara knew she wasn’t in a complete mess.

Again, Kurtz kept his silence until he handed her her phone back. “I heard what you said in the cafeteria. I’m not what you would call ‘Archie pack material.’”

“I mean, of course not, but you helped out in the investigation, even if it was for your own closure.”

Kurtz nodded slowly and then, got out of the car. The pair entered the house, and Zara could see Cheryl’s look of disgust, but surprisingly, none of the other pack members looked disturbed. Maybe, an ex-alpha was what Archie needed to show his dominance in Riverdale.

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In Unity, There is Strength Part 6 coming soon today!

Look forward to seeing our soft bub Kurtz going wild in this part lol. Love you guys for following the story!

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