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Gif source: Hiram
Imagine being Archie’s older sister and things escalating between you and Hiram Lodge when you go to confront him about how he has been manipulating Archie, because secretly you’ve been harboring feelings for Hiram.
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It was late when you made it to the Pembrooke, already fuming over the events that were transpiring before your very eyes. Archie was so wrapped around Hiram Lodge’s finger that he couldn’t see the forest for the trees. You’d taken care of Archie all your life— it’s what a big sister did— and now you were going to come to his defense once again, whether he liked it or not.
Hiram stood in his office, before the grand fireplace that you would expect no less from the Lodges, “What brings the elder Andrews to see me?” He doesn’t turn when addressing you at first, taking his time until he was good and ready for his eyes to scan over your form, “After all, you are not here to see Veronica, are you?” You cross your arms, ignoring how his gaze put you on edge in a way that wasn’t entirely unwelcome.
You try your best not to back down now, despite having a pretty good idea of the sort of business he was into, “I’m here about Archie.”
“Archie? Can’t he come see me about his own problems?” Hiram’s stare is a challenge, a dare for you to cow down before him and give into whatever plan he had for your family.
“Archie may think he’s grown, but he’s still a teenager. He’s a kid, Hiram,” you think this is the first time you’ve used his first name. It was a purposeful attempt to have him listen to you seriously, and gets a raised brow in response. “I don’t want him getting into trouble.” He takes a leisurely step towards you that has you tensing slightly, watching him carefully as if you were a gazelle in the face of a lion.
There’s a slight amusement in his tone as he tilts his head at you, a smirk crossing his lips, “And you are here to tell me to not get your brother into any trouble, is that it?”
You’re surprised that you hold your defiant ground before him, considering he was your father’s age and you barely felt like an adult yourself, being only a few years older than Archie, “Don’t get Archie into something he shouldn’t be into.”
“Or?” Hiram presses, invasive just as his presence had become. He was far too close now, and you weren’t naive enough to believe he was clueless to the effect he seemed to have over you.
Your brave face slips, confusion crossing you as you repeat the question back to him, slightly distracted by the fact that, if you wished, you could reach out the five inches it would take to brush your fingers along the black wool of his sweater, “Or…?”
A chuckle comes from him, and you know he hasn’t taken you seriously at all, “You must follow up your demands with consequences.”