Hi everyone! This is very much a Betty-centered fanfiction and will be told from her point of view. I really just love Betty's character and being sort of similar to her, it is easy to kind of get inside her head. Each chapter of this fanfiction will be about 1000-1500 words, I will try to revise and correct mistakes as I spot them, but if anyone wants to offer criticism or anything like that, feel free to!

Short summary: Newlyweds Betty and Jughead Jones receive tragic news whilst on their honeymoon vacation- another murder has taken place in Riverdale, and the Southside Serpents are the prime suspects. With Jughead being the leader of the serpents and FP being the former leader, the Jones have all just become part of a deadly narrative. Along with the press and media constantly looking onto their new life as a married couple, Betty and Jughead must also deal with vengeful family members who believe Jughead is the killer.

This fanfiction contains darker themes so if you're super sensitive then this is not a fanfiction for you. Please remember to leave me a review but most of all, enjoy!

Jughead had always told me that I could trust the Southside Serpents. That sentence alone was enough to make most people's stomach turn, but there was not another person in this world that I was more inclined to believe than Jughead Jones. I loved him dearly- with all of my being. So as I stand at the altar and gaze across at his smiling face, not a single ounce of doubt creeps into my usual racing thoughts. The world stands still...

"...Juggie?"

"Hmm?"

He steps into the cottage, the slider door gliding shut behind his shirtless frame. I see him shiver for a moment as the chill of our honeymoon suite's air sweeps into his lungs. Walking briskly to where I sit on the counter, he notices my furrowed eyebrows and immediately begins questioning.

"Is everything alright?" Jughead leans closer, inquiring gently but hurriedly.

"Yes, I think so..." I trail off, staring at my phone's screen. It wasn't until just now that I had realized Riverdale's local news station had been blowing up for the past hour. We leave for two weeks and the town can't manage to go without tragedy...Gosh..In bold letters, the headline read: SOUTHSIDE SERPENTS PRIME SUSPECTS IN LOCAL HOMICIDE.

Jughead sees the headline from over my shoulder and I hear his breathing quicken. Turning around to see his panicked expression, he rakes his hands through his hair and motions for me to read the rest of the article.

"Are you sure you want to hear it right now?" I ask, knowing that at this point Jughead wouldn't relax for the rest of our honeymoon.

"Yes." He answers without hesitation. I bring my phone closer to my face and begin reading..

As the River Vixens were giving their final football game of the season and the students at Riverdale High crowded into the packed stadium, diabolical things were taking place behind closed doors. It wasn't until Jellybean Jones (student at Riverdale High)arrived back at her father's trailer that she found the trail of blood leading to the bathtub. There, enclosed in a tight wrapping of garbage bags and ductape, lay the deceased body of a local woman. The cause of death being a single fatal stab wound to the chest. Authorities state that the woman's family wishes to keep her identity undisclosed until further developments in the story. Whispers of gang activity have arose due to the fact that the body was found in the home of Forsythe Pendleton Jones, former leader of the Southside Serpents and father to Forsythe Pendleton Jones II, current leader of the Southside Serpents. Both have been ruled out as suspects by the local authorities, being as both of the men were out of town at the estimated time of death. More details to come as story develops.

"Juggie we've got to get home...Jellybean must be terrified and your father is still out of town, the police have probably taken her in for questioning and you know how brutal they can be, Juggie-"

Immediately I begin running my mouth, not knowing how to properly react to such devastating news. Regardless of weather or not FP or Jughead were suspects, we were all already involved in the narrative. Clenching my fists tightly and feeling panic run through my veins, I set my phone down and try not to appear visibly shaken. Jughead sees right through my facade, however, and gently coaxes me off of my place where I sit on the counter.

"Betty. Shhh, Betty, darling-"

"We've got to pack, we have to get home, I bet the reporters have already showed up at our house and-"

"Elizabeth Jones. Look at me." Jughead finally places his hands on my shoulders, gently but firmly forcing my eyes to meet his.

"We are not going to let this ruin our honeymoon, darling. I'm not trying to push your worries aside or silence you, Betty, but listen to me.." He trails off for a moment, thumbing away the tears of stress that are collecting beneath my eyes. "Whatever happens, we will deal with it when we get home, alright? We've dealt with darker things, my sweet girl. For now though, lets pretend we didn't read that, okay?" Jughead reaches down to the counter and clicks off my phone's display, tucking it away into a nearby drawer. His comforting words do wonders, but I still feel the stress and racing thoughts pricking away at my morale. Taking my hands in his, Jughead inhales and exhales slowly. Taking his cue to do the same, I let the air fill up my lungs and release it steadily. Already feeling my heartbeat return to a calm thumping, I silently thank God for Jughead's ability to calm me down.

I lean forwards and rest my head against his bare chest for a moment, hearing his own heartbeat race as it betrays his calm demeanor. Wishing to bring him comfort as he did for me, I turn my head upwards and kiss him lightly on the lips. Responding quickly, if not immediately, he kisses me back, and more firmly this time. Placing his shaking hand on the back of my head and running his fingers through my long blonde locks, he offers the most ardent affections with his lips, fervently moving his lips down my neck. Knowing exactly where this is going before it even reaches that point, I laugh and rake my eager fingers through his hair.

"My, my..." I chuckle as he peels back my sweater and kisses my collarbone, clutching tightly to the small of my back. Straightening up for a moment and looking into my eyes as if to apologize, I push aside his wordless notion and continue at our previous affections. This time however, I press kisses against his chest and fumble with his belt-loop, as he picks me up and laughs, whisking me away into the nearby bedroom.