Bughead Oneshots

||I need to get her back||

• Parent!Bughead having a little crisis at the FBI
• kidnapping but we don't really go into the torture aspect (maybe a bit (yeah, we can't help ourselves), but it's mostly the injuries afterwards)
• fire, burns, death that kind of stuff
• violence, beat up, guns, etc.
• Charles is good in this

Archie groaned as someone shook him awake.

"Mhm?" He murmured, trying to roll around but something shook again.

"Archie, there's someone at the door" Veronica whispered and he groaned softly, finally opening his eyes to blink at her.

"Mhm?"

"There's someone at the door. Can you get it? I need to get up for work in like- two hours"

"Ronni" Archie whined before just groaning when she gently nudged him towards the corner of the bed until he rolled off and landed on the ground.

"Ronni" Archie whined once more, rubbing his eyes as he slowly pushed himself up. He groaned, blindly grasping for his shirt from the prior day before walking out of the bedroom in order to reach the front door. On his way over, someone continued to ring the doorbell and hammer on the door until Archie snapped it open.

"What??"

"Archie" Jughead called, eyes widening softly upon seeing the other. His chest was heaving from the pants, his clothes drenched from the rain and his eyes looked red too.

"Jug? What in God's name are you doing here?"

"You- I don't- Shit, Archie. You- You gotta take them"

"What? Take who? Jug, slow down and breathe for a moment. What's going on?"

"I- There's no time. I need to-" He turned to glance back at his car before facing Archie again "You need to take them, the kids. Promise- Promise you'll keep them safe"

"Okay but first you tell me what's going on"

"I can't. No time. Just- You have to trust me. Please. Betty's- I need to-" Jughead stammered, driving a hand through his drenched hair before shaking his head.

"What's going on?"

"Betty's in danger. You need to take the kids. Promise to keep them safe. If something happens, I need to- I need to know that..."

"Just tell me what the fuck has been going on" Archie snapped, reaching out to grasp his jacket but Jughead pulled back.

"Can't. I can't. Promise to take care of them. Promise. You need to promise, Archie"

"I- I- Yeah, okay. Okay, I promise. But for God's sake tell me what's going on!" Archie pleaded, heading after Jughead when the other headed for his car. He opened the door to the backseat, unbuckling his four year old before picking it up.

"Daddy" The girl murmured, still half asleep as she got jostled around.

"Shh, just laying you down on the couch. Stay asleep" Jughead whispered before going to the other side of the car to take out the car seat with his second child, a one year old boy.

"Bags are in the trunk" He told Archie while carrying both children back to the house, ignoring Archie's stammering protests. Jughead carried his children over to the couch, putting down the carseat first before gently lowering his girl on the couch. He kissed her forehead and pulled a blanket over her body before standing up again.

Archie arrived a few seconds later, still looking puzzled at him.

"What's going on?" Archie repeated, setting down the two bags "Why are you here, in the middle of the night, handing over your children?"