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jadedbirch · 7 years ago

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1. Good ships scuttled on the deep

His fingers follow flecks of blood down to the point of his captain’s cheekbone. A thin pink scar, no wider than John’s fingernail, marks Flint’s pale skin. Flint’s eyes close completely. “I thought it was a welcome,” John says. Silver and Flint become lovers following the battle on Maroon Island. S4 AU with established silverflint relationship and some canon divergences.

2. Pray For The Wicked On The Weekend John Silver spends his days in a faded green pickup truck filled with salt-loaded shotguns and silver and holy water on the back roads of the United Stated hunting monsters and demons and things that go bump in the night, and he’s fine with it, because it’s the easiest way to forget what he’s lost. But there’s something coming, something that he can’t face alone. So where else would he turn but the best Hunter the US has ever seen. Even if no one has heard from James Flint since Thomas and Miranda Hamilton went missing.

3. patron saint of lost causes

It takes two weeks to get Flint off Skeleton Island. Or rather--it takes two weeks for the island to let them go. In which Skeleton Island is a living character and brings a host of nightmares through the mist which force Silver and Flint to confront the dangers of their minds. Featuring surreal dreamscape horror as Silver literally battles figures from his murky, unnamed past and Flint moving through a river of blood and ghosts until he and Silver finally meet in the middle. Influences include Guillermo Del Toro's Pan's Labyrinth and The Devil's Backbone and Maria Luisa Bombal's work.

4. Let It All Unbreak You Post season four. Alone in taverns, at different points in time, Flint and Silver ponder what went wrong with their different relationships. They drink, remember and regret. They reflect upon the little they had together, and regret not making it work after the war with Madi or Thomas, while knowing very well that the very reason it all went wrong is that they had changed too much, had given each other too much, yet were not brave enough to admit it to each other when it was still time.

(Ships: Silverflint, flint x miranda x thomas, flint x thomas, silver x madi) (Angst, definitely not fix-it, no happy ending)

5. Pirate Sex is In Vogue

My fic is a modern AU primarily through email correspondence between Silver and Flint, although other mediums (such as texting and phoning) will be introduced as the story evolves. Silver is a crack erotica writer and Flint is the librarian who just wouldn't showcase his books at the Nassau Public Library, despite the insistence of the latter. They become unexpected virtual pen pals after Flint sends a heated rejection letter and grow closer through their correspondence, helping each other confront the inner demons of their personal lives. There will be polyamory, since Flint is involved with Thomas and Miranda by the time he and Silver fall in love.

6. Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more

In the year 1725, or thereabouts, John Silver finds himself driven by a winter storm into an inconsequential little port town, barely a speck on any civilised map. Returned to the life of a drifter, tired and rough around the edges, he is resigned to waiting for the weather to pass before he can sail on again to the next town, and the next, and the next. That is until he overhears a conversation in the inn about a local fisherman, one Captain Barlow, and his tall tales of tempests and becalmings, devils and sharks, and Silver finds a new future opening up to him, haunted by the spectres of his past. Whether landed in this place by fortune, or fate, or even divine intervention, he finds he cannot leave again without following this trail that leads from an old and half-forgotten tether knotted deep between his ribs to somewhere that feels familiar and safe, like home. The way won’t be easy; it’s paved with notable absences and painful unspoken truths, and there’s as good a chance as any that he’ll find a knife to his throat before he can so much as say ‘Long time no see, Captain’. Still, all roads do seem to lead to them baring their souls to one another in the dark, and Silver would be lying if he said he hadn’t missed it.

7. An Epilogue

After the events of Treasure Island, John finds James and Thomas. There��s a gradual awkward descent to domesticity when pirates retire. Madi brings Jim Hawkins with her from London. This is the ultimate fix it where there are no unanswered questions and everyone lives happily ever after. SilverFlint, SilverHamilton, SilverFlintHamilton, SilverMadi

8. Stealing Hearts

A 1920s AU with Flint as a mob boss, fighting a corrupt police force/police system, and Silver as a thief who gets caught up in all of it.

9. Space Raiders of Nassau

The space station Nassau is in open rebellion against the interplanetary Imperial Alliance. Captain James Flint is in deep shit for rearranging the face of a fellow raider captain. As punishment, Nassau's leaders assign an inside man to his crew, with a very convincing cover story (that they're married). Complicating things further is the fact that Flint's shifty new husband, John Silver, knows a lot more than he's telling about their secret mission. Their own survival as well as Nassau’s future depend on how successfully they can navigate the dangerous skies… and each other.

10. The Pirate Captain's Wedding Once he has his hands on the thief Flint is willing to do whatever it takes to get the page from him. And then Billy & Gates say marriage is the only solution left on the table. Or rather matelotage – the time honored pirate form of matrimony. Billy says it’s the only way to regain the crew’s trust, by marrying one of them, and Gates agrees. For once Flint’s desperate enough to agree to it. He never expects to actually fall in love with the little shit. Canon-Era Season1/Season2 AU– with angsty developing feelings, public consummation, & There Is Only One Bed night after hot sticky sweaty night. 11. The devil's gotta' earn

Supernatural AU. James Flint has been a hunter for over a decade now and he knows people join this profession for plenty of reasons and few of those are happy ones. Some people just seek the thrill, some want to protect the so called innocent, some - like him - are out for revenge and John Bloody Silver apparently is just trying to get rich. [Borrows mostly from first seasons of Supernatural, little to no prior knowledge of this show required. Miranda lives, Thomas tragically does not. Lots of angst, few monsters of the week and a demon or two.]

12. touch me James is a widow, bartender and owner of the gay-bar “The Rainbow“. After Thomas' death it had been John who had lift him up. One day one of his usual dancers - because what is a gay bar without your occasional striptease - can't perform. John offers to fill the space and James has to face that John is more than just a friend. Slow burn and StripperJohn!AU

13. Adamantine Flame Flint is a forest god called The Flame and Silver is part of the cult that worships him that resides on the fringes of the underworld. 14. [Title TBD] Silver never met another werewolf before. Well, realistically, he knew he must have because he wasn't born a werewolf so someone had to have done this to him. But that didn't count since his memory of the whole incident was lackluster at best. He knew others had to be out there somewhere though and he wanted to find at least one, just to know he wasn't all alone. Flint was surrounded by werewolves all his life. Always part of a family, always knowing someone cared for him. Knowing he had someone to care for. The memories were as vivid as ever, of a time when he cared for someone. But they were gone and he knew he was meant to be all alone. 15. set my soul on fire

Nothing quite like getting out of prison to make a man feel like pulling off the biggest heist you’ve ever heard of. But he can’t do it alone - he’s going to need some money, a plan, a crew, and of course, his partner. His incorrigible, oral fixation-having, blue-eyed devil of a partner. Who is this smooth, seasoned con man with his eyes on the prize? James fucking Flint, naturally. And his partner? John Silver.Viva Las Vegas, baby.

16. cat dad

Modern au. Flint's life is fine. It's quiet and it's fine and he's fine. Well, except that his upstairs neighbor is a dick and his relationship with Miranda is strained and maybe quiet isn't all it's cracked up to be. But then a one-eyed cat enters his life and with it one John Silver. Flint's not sure how he feels about that, but he's working on it. Plot includes cat shenanigans, cooking, fluff, and feelings.

17. [Title TBD]

A post-canon rendition of the Silver and Flint reunion wherein rather than seeking each other out the two are brought back together by outside forces. There’s a wedge of sour history and new lives built between them but love and desire become hard to deny when every path you set out on to leave someone behind sends you hurdling straight back to them. Treasure Island divergent/ignorant, though I pull some things from TI including the bird. (Includes SilverMadi and FlintHamilton as side-pairings, warning for canon Black Sails side-character death.) 18. The Spark

it's a Girl Genius AU

That's it, that's the whole shtick. It's basically the plot of the show, but clockwork-punk with mad geniuses (of course Flint is one), Urca being chock full of Aztec tech a'la Mysterious Cities of Gold, and dr. Howell and colleagues taking medicine to some quite Frankenstein levels - convenient with so many characters who should know better than to fucking die.

Also John Silver might be a construct. The prosthetics are not nearly as complicated as in treasure planet, but at least one person has a gun arm? dirigibles are "Supposed Not To Be Invented Yet", but not for the lack of trying. Silverflint revolves around having "The Spark" and personhood and is shaping up heavier than i intended... luckily they will have plenty of people to set them to rights - i'm aiming for a happy polyfamily forming in the background.

19. he’s funny that way

1920s Atlantic City. Everybody knows the only way to leave crime boss Eleanor Guthrie's business is through a funeral - either delivering the sermon or laid out in the casket. Still, Flint leaves anyway, because he likes to make his life as difficult as possible. Case in point: his new partner, the scruffy, irate, one-legged racketeer with a pretty mouth, a quick tongue, and a rye recipe even Pussyfoot Johnson wouldn't spit out. His new partner's making sure he's not joining the church and taking a celibacy vow anytime soon - but will anyone be able to save Flint from his early - or long overdue - grave?

20. Ship to Wreck

"I don't know if you've noticed, Doctor," Silver snaps, incredulous, "But every moment the Captain is unconscious in that bed is another step away from five million fucking dollars. As if that weren't enough, we're locked in a ridiculous show of force with a madman who seems keen on blowing us sky high unless we concede to his demands; we've got a crowd of men up top losing their Goddamned minds because they've been promised a fight that we cannot presently even hope to deliver; and--" Silver pauses, exhaling hard. "Actually, you know what? There is no and. I’d say that’s about enough shit to make us all a little tense, wouldn’t you agree?" "Hm," Howell says, mildly. A post 204 fic in which: Flint gets a fever, Silver has a panic attack, and Howell gets a migraine. Includes, among other things--Silver trying and failing at playing nurse; Silver trying and failing at controlling his feelings; Flint being dazed and delirious and soft; some singing, some yelling, and heavy doses of mutual pining. Love, obviously, turns out to be the best medicine. 21. More Than One Odysseus

Reunion fic, about two years after 4.10. Quite a lot of talking and a little of the following: fishing, sex, hunting, bathtubs, Jewish surnames, books, stories and Terra Australis. Canon-compliant, not TI-compliant. A few animals killed (for food, not sport).

22. Seedlings

"If there's anything I can help you with-- Or if you'd like to order flowers for an upcoming occasion--"

"All right, honestly?" Handsomely disgruntled customer looked Silver dead in the eye and said, "I'm looking for a gift that says, 'You are making a dreadful mistake, and you will regret these actions for the rest of your days. Call me when you've figured out what a fucking hash of things you've made.'" He spoke the way some people chewed tinfoil.

Silver felt two things: lust like a plague of locusts, and the words 'uh-oh' waft through his brain.

On the second anniversary of the worst day of his adult life, John Silver─temporary florist, burgeoning gardner, and former thief─meets James Flint. It is only love at first sight for one of them. (Or is it?)

23. The Curse of Aeaea

Inspired by the connection between Flint and Odysseus: Silver and Flint find themselves dealing with a very Circe-like situation. Once the curse affects Silver, they have to figure out a way to end it or be trapped on an island that’s not on any map.

(Animal Transformation, Body Horror, Poor Coping Mechanisms, Circe’s Curse, Odysseus, Post-Season 2, Pre-Season 3)

24. With Strange Aeons Months after the disappearance and presumed death of Captain Flint and Long John Silver, Max smuggles Jack and Anne to Oglethorpe’s plantation. Thomas learns that not only do the three of them have a friend in common, but he is not the only one whose dreams are haunted by a strange city and a terrifying name. Meanwhile, Flint and Silver try to escape an island trapped in time, impossibly built and impossibly old. Along the way they’re forced question reality, each other, and themselves.

And in his house in R’lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming. (Prior knowledge of Lovecraft is fun, but not required.)

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athyrabunlord · 7 years ago

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LLSHP 13 - Fallen

Arc1: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7]

Arc2: [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14]

Arc3: [Chapter 15 - Under The Black Lake (TBD)]

Interlude: [Carbonado (1)] [Carbonado (2)] [Of Feathers and Wind] [Delphinus (teaser blip)]

[Brief note about School Term] [other LLSHP AU stuff] [YohaMaRuby concept arts] [ChikaYouRiko concept arts] [KanaDiaMari concept arts] [Hogwarts Staff]

[FFN link] (finished the interludes!) [Pixiv Link]

A/N: Here we are, number 13, also this story’s title (sort of). I’m pleased to be able to finish this chapter barely before Season2 starts. I’m proud to have made it here, thanks to you all awesome supporters! Anyway, won’t say much except this chapter definitely focuses on our beloved narrator. Any feedback is appreciated! Words: 6,279

Yoshiko throws her backpack at the corner of the room, and winces at the loud noise. She has every intention to throw a tantrum, to vent out her stress and frustration, or even scream into the pillow.

Yet her anger at the world drains away the longer she stands in the middle of the room. A flood of helplessness hits her then, her throat aching and her eyes stinging. Wearily, she slides down against the wall, hugging her knees against her chest. She takes a deep breath and stares blankly at the wall.

Is this what her life is going to be like?

She’s only starting middle school, a bit too young to be worrying about life, but the despair tends to rear its ugly head from the corner of her mind whenever she is alone.

Which is often enough.

She grew up at the orphanage along with a dozen other kids. People came and went, some adopted by childless couples or were picked up by their distant relatives. Yoshiko Tsushima have no such luck. All she had of her family was a surname that she wasn’t even sure belonged to her.

She was told that her parents perished in a car crash, as were many of the other kids. Accidents, unfortunate events and whatnot, something that kids were too young to understand and no longer questioned as they grew into teenagers. When she was younger, Yoshiko had spent a great deal of her time fantasizing her possible background. Perhaps she was of royal lineage, or had really cool parents who were just too busy helping the world like the superheroes in movies.

Maybe, just maybe, her parents were angels and she had inadvertently fallen from the celestial realms, thus stuck as a mortal and unable to return to where she belongs.

What else could explain the things she could do? There’s no scientific explanation behind how she could sometimes cause small flares to blaze on candles with a simple wave of her hand, or how she could end up on the roof when she was on the ground just a moment ago.

Alas, that’s also why she is ostracized by her peers and even the adults in her life.

She trusts no one but herself. People can pretend to be nice because they always, always have an ulterior motive. That’s the harsh truth she’s learned growing up.

She tries to blend in, be normal so she doesn’t stand out. Maybe in time, her abilities would fade away and she would finally become a normal kid.

But that’s not what she truly wants. Deep down, she’s always yearned to be acknowledged for herself, that her special powers are something to be admired instead of to be frowned upon.

Instead of being forced to go to see those horrible psychiatrists or counselors.

Sighing shakily, she buries her face in her palms. Earlier today at school, she’s slipped up and preached to her new classmates about little demons, fallen angels and whatnot. There goes the dream of having an ideal school life, just when she’s finally graduated elementary school and was able to move to a new school district too!

Upon hearing a knock on her door, she cringes and resigns herself to another dragging reprimand from the orphanage’s matron. She just hopes the matron wouldn’t force her to go see a psychiatrist again.

She’s normal! There’s nothing wrong with her!

Frowning, she looks up and peers at the small mirror on her desk. Her own reflection stares back at her, a lost and unhappy girl.

Yoshiko smiles wryly.

Well, who’s she to say that there’s nothing wrong with her?

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“Tsushima, there is someone who’s here to see you.”

Though scowling, Yoshiko reins in her displeasure at having her ritual interrupted. There’s going to be a full moon tonight, so she plans to have all the materials prepared and ready to go as soon as night falls. This is the newest black magic ritual that she manages to discover on a forum she frequents, one of the few things she looks forward to during this dreadful summer break.

The younger kids go to the playgrounds, while the only girl closest to her age has an outing with her friends. What’s a fallen angel got to do in this dormitory-like orphanage?

Oddly, the matron’s placid expression has a hint of apprehension, which in turn makes Yoshiko nervous as well as she descends the stairs. Just who could this guest be? No one ever visits her at the orphanage, except for the few times school officials had to drop by due to her ‘disruptions in class’.

Maybe, a long lost relative has finally found her and she could leave this hellhole?

The moment she steps into the living room, she knows there’s something different about the visitor. The woman is tall and dressed sharply in an expensive suit, adding to her already austere aura. Her crimson wavy hair is tied in a gentleman’s ponytail with a royal blue ribbon, and her piercing violet eyes seem to glimmer behind her monocle. Everything about this stranger is formidable, that any hint of disrespect would not be forgiven.

Even the matron, the scariest person Yoshiko knows, appears to be in awe of this lady.

“This is her, Yoshiko Tsushima.”

Yoshiko stands a bit straighter, averting her eyes even as she feels the redhead’s oppressive gaze sweeps over her.

“I trust you have read the letter and understand its contents?” The woman says coolly to the matron.

“Yes, I have, but I still don’t understand how she could’ve gotten in such a prestigious school-”

“That is none of your concern,” the redhead stands up gracefully. “I will be briefing her as we go acquire her school supplies. Expect us to be back prior to dinnertime.”

Yoshiko glances between them and, after a forceful nod from the matron, she hurries after the stranger. She hasn’t missed the slight relief from the matron’s expression.

That old hag… she’s probably happy to finally be getting rid of me! But wait, where am I going anyway? What is this about a school-?

“Hogwarts provides dormitory and meals for its students, so you do not have to return here during the holidays if you wish.”

Blinking, Yoshiko dares to peer up at the tall woman. “Hogwarts huh… I don’t think I’ve heard of it, and I don’t remember applying there? H-How did I get selected?”

“Have you not wondered why you can do certain things when others can’t?”

“You’re not-! I knew it! T-This Hogwarts, it’s just a fancy name for the crazy people isn’t it!” Yoshiko glares fearfully at the stranger, hating how pitiful her voice sounds. “An institution for freaks! Well, I ain’t going there, I’m normal like everyone else!”

For the first time since her arrival, the crimson-haired lady’s severe expression softens. “Of course, it is up to you to decide whether you wish to attend Hogwarts or not, though I would think that you’d jump at any opportunity to leave this place?”

“I do! B-But, I’m not… I don’t want to be-”

“You’re not a freak, but you are indeed special.” They are still within the residential area, and there aren’t any passing cars or people then. With a flick of her wrist, a small wooden stick slides out of holster under the woman’s cuff. Smiling faintly, she does some sort of motion with the stick and a flower on the nearby lawn changes into a raven!

Yoshiko gapes at the woman, who gestures with the stick again and transforms the bird back to a flower.

“That, is a magic spell cast by a wand. I am a witch, Tsushima-san,” she says evenly at the flabbergasted teenager. “And so are you.”

“I am a witch-?”

“Yes. At the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you will learn all about magic and study with the rest of our kind, fellow witches and wizards. Well then, Tsushima-san, what is your decision?”

Yoshiko stares at the wand, an ordinary-looking stick that oozes with unknown power. As outlandish as it sounds, she’s just seen magic being performed with her own eyes! To think, there’s actually an explanation for her powers, and that there are many, many other people who are just like her!

This is her chance to be normal, to be acknowledged for being herself, for being Yoshiko Tsushima!

“Yes! Hell yes, I’m so going to Hogwarts!!”

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“13 inch, Yew and Unicorn Hair. Interesting.”

“Is that a good thing or bad thing?” Yoshiko is still in awe of her newly acquired wand, carefully cradling it against her chest. She couldn’t wait to cast awesome spells of course, but for the time being she just wants to hug it and make sure it’s safe within her grasp. It wouldn’t do if she drops it and damage it so soon after getting it!

“I cannot say. The wand chooses its master after all. It is up to you to bring out its potential.” Professor Nishikino, a teacher at Hogwarts as Yoshiko finds out, is rather cryptic yet frank in a way. She’s apparently quite well-known as well, since many folks at the Diagon Alley would greet her and stop for a chit-chat.

“Heh, just watch it, I will be the most awesome student Hogwarts has ever known!” Already, this magical place is making her mind whir but in a good way. If it weren’t for her constantly pinching her own cheeks and feeling the pain, she would’ve thought she’s dreaming! The Professor is nice enough to stop by each shop and allow her a certain time frame to inspect the items. She also answers any questions, even though Yoshiko realizes moments later how dumb some of them sounds.

Still, this is looking good! Her life is finally getting better!

“Well, unfortunately, I teach Astronomy, a course that’s offered to older students and I’m usually tied up with other matters,” the crimson-haired Professor pauses when she notices Yoshiko’s disappointed look. “Many of the staff members are my friends, I can vouch for them. They would be more than happy to help you out if you have any questions.”

“Oh… um, I’ll think about it,” Yoshiko tries to rein in her reluctance. In a way, the Professor is the one who frees her from the orphanage, hence she is more relaxed around the woman. However, she couldn’t see herself being as open with other adults, even if they are just as nice as the Professor.

“Don’t force yourself. I’m just saying that’s an option available to you if you wish,” the Professor’s sharp gaze is observant. “Or, perhaps, you’d find irreplaceable friends, ones you’d entrust your secrets to. There are endless possibilities at Hogwarts, Tsushima-san, so don’t worry too much and just be who you are. That’s one of the most valuable lessons I had learned during my time there as a student.”

“Y-Yeah? You think so?” Yoshiko drops her eyes to the ground and mumbles. “You think people would accept me?”

“That’s up to you, isn’t it?” The Professor’s lips curve in amusement. “For whatever accomplishments you wish to achieve there, you’ll have to obtain with your own hands. Trust in yourself, trust in your wand, the wand that has chosen you.”

“Right. It picked me for a reason! I won’t let it down!” Grinning, Yoshiko couldn’t contain her excitement anymore. She carefully peels away the wrapping around the wand and points it at the sky.

“Get ready, Hogwarts! Here comes the great fallen angel Yohane!”

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Raw anger, confusion and frustration render her immobile, making it difficult to breathe or even think. All she could do is stare at the two girls in front of her.

At Hanamaru’s calm expression.

At the look-alike’s smirk.

At the cherry wand in her hand. Riko’s wand.

Yoshiko grits her teeth and clenches her fists so hard that she could feel nails digging into her palms. How dare the imposter hold Lily’s wand. A wand chooses its master, yet this doppelganger, this self-proclaimed fallen angel has stolen it after hurting her precious sister-like figure so much…

How dare she just stand there?

How dare she call herself Yohane?

“What? Cat got your tongue?” The raven-haired girl giggles elegantly, those feathered wings shaking slightly along her mirth.

Lucifer growls beside Yoshiko’s head, the little creature’s warmth and sounds bolstering her courage. She licks her dry lips and speaks fiercely.

“Get away from Hanamaru.”

Yohane tilts her head and tugs the brunette even closer. “Hmm? But she wants to be here, don’t you?”

Hanamaru doesn’t reply, and she barely reacts when Yohane leans down to kiss her cheek.

“Get away from her!” Yelling, Yoshiko fires a Stunner at them only to have it deflected by Hanamaru’s immediate Shield Charm. “What are you doing, Zuramaru? Get away from that imposter!”

Hanamaru stares at her a moment before shaking her head.

“... what? Stop this sick joke already!”

No response.

“Hanamaru!”

Finally, the brunette’s placid expression wavers as she drops her gaze rather sorrowfully. “I’m so sorry, Yoshiko-chan.”

“H-Huh? Why are you… what do you… No, it’s you! It must be you!” Yoshiko aims her wand menacingly at this so-called Yohane. “You’ve cast a spell on her, haven’t you! Brainwashed her!”

“I may and may not have,” Yohane furls her wings behind her, her fingers whimsically tapping Riko’s wand. “The real question you should be asking is, when was a spell cast on her, hmm?”

Yoshiko recoils, her eyes wide.

Yohane smiles prettily, an innocent gesture that belies the malicious bite in her words. “Why do you think she naps so often? Sure, you can get tired from reading but, come on, haven’t you ever wondered why she’s always so tired?”

Yoshiko glances at Hanamaru helplessly, trying to recall all the times the Hufflepuff talked about feeling tired. She had always yawned and spoken in such a sleepy voice, and there were times when she had fallen asleep in the middle reading. Riko and sometimes even Dia drifted off from too much studying too, so none of them ever suspected otherwise.

“I wish I didn’t have to do it, prolonged exposure to Imperio causes a great deal of stress to the mind after all,” Yohane murmurs, her voice actually sounding apologetic as she caresses the brunette’s hair. “But I had to convince her, had to show her the truth.”

The Imperius Curse. One of the three Unforgivable Curses along with the Cruciatus Curse. As outraged as Yoshiko feels about this revelation, she is just as relieved to know that her girlfriend isn’t doing this willingly.

She’s being controlled. I must save her!

Yohane scoffs. “Heh, you’re probably thinking I’m controlling her? There’s no need for that anymore. She knows what’s at stake, she knows what needs to be done… don’t you?” Smirking, she nestles her chin against Hanamaru’s head.

Sparks of magic cackles at the tip of Yoshiko’s wand. “I said, get away from her!” She fires consecutive spells at her enemy again, scowling when none was able to get past Hanamaru’s Protego.

“She is mine.” Yohane’s expression darkens abruptly and familiar tendrils of magic seem to seep out from her wings. “Don’t you get it, you silly mortal? She belongs to me - she always has, ever since the day we met at the playground.”

Cold fear slithers down Yoshiko’s back at those words. In spite of Lucifer’s comforting croons, she finds herself taking a step back. “What did you just say-? No, I was the one who-”

“You are nothing,” Yohane lets out a deep sigh as she takes a step forward, the dark magic dissipating now that her demeanor has changed to that of pity. “Very well. You… you are still a part of me. It’ll be too horribly tragic if you were to be ignorant before your inevitable demise.”

“Just w-what are you saying?”

“Hmm, where do I even begin? Ah,” Yohane spreads her majestic wings and gestures at the dim chamber and damp walls. “Do you know where we are, O Lost One?”

“What’s that got to do-”

“We are at the Chamber of Secrets, built by the great Salazar Slytherin himself back when Hogwarts was first founded. You should care,” Yohane grins giddily, her vermillion eyes shimmering in pride and reverence. “I… well, we hail from the House of Slytherin after all.”

“Wha-? I thought we… I’m a Muggleborn-?” Her mind’s starting to get muddled from how Yohane talks about them. Are they related? Why does the word ‘we’ sound so singular?

“We practically are, yes. The blood has long diluted for who knows how many centuries… presumably, an exiled Squib from that bloodline had married a Muggleborn, and the magic had remained dormant until I came into existence. I was able to confirm my lineage because I am a Parseltongue. You, however, do not share the same ability, O Pitiful Clone.”

“What did you just call me?” Yoshiko’s voice trembles, her breaths becoming hitched when Hanamaru lowers her wand and closes her eyes sadly.

Yohane shrugs. “Anyway, it’s most unfortunate that I am unable to locate the famed Basilisk of the legends. It would’ve been cool to control the King of Snakes to my bidding, no? A beast of hell, a faithful demon for the great fallen angel!”

“Why are you telling me all this? I don’t care about any of this stuff!” Yoshiko tries to keep her hand steady, her wand never leaving its target. “Just who the hell are you!”

“I’ve already told you, I’m Yohane.”

“W-What’s that supposed to mean? Are you like, my long lost twin or something?”

She sweeps her frantic gaze up and down the winged-teenager, hoping for some sort of clue or any minor detail that could expose this fraud. However, Yohane truly looks just like what the Boggart had transformed into. Other than those feathered wings, they look identical. She’s posed in front of her mirror countless times after all. Deep down, she feels that she innately knows who this Yohane is.

And that revelation frightens her.

Shaking her head, Yohane takes out a black quill from her robe’s pocket, the exact same one they’ve seen in Riko’s memories. Yoshiko shudders, eyes widening and her heart galloping as a familiar sensation tugs at her mind.

It wasn’t like this in the Pensieve. Here, seeing the quill in reality, she feels this violent urge to hold it, to reclaim it, to mold her own magic with it. Before her mind blanks out, the scarf around her neck tightens and snaps her out of her daze.

She gasps harshly like she was underwater for a long time. Fearfully, she peers up at the grinning girl, who holds up the quill rather tauntingly.

“Miss it? You should be the most familiar with this quill.”

“...what-?”

“But first, let me show you.” As Yohane speaks, the quill begins to jot down words that blaze in the air. “Do you know what a Horcrux is? Of course you do. Lily had explained it to you.”

“How dare you call her that, when you’re the one who-!”

This time, her Bombarda is powerful enough that the excess magic shatters the tiles in front of Yohane, but she remains unscathed due to Hanamaru’s fast Shield Charm once again.

“Why are you protecting this… this evil person? She’s the one who hurt Lily, Dia-san, Chika-san, You-san, Mari-san… all of us!”

Hanamaru’s expression remains sad but her hand twitches a little then, as if revealing her true thoughts on the matter. She must be still under the Imperius Curse. Yoshiko is about to inch closer when the fallen angel’s next words stops her cold.

“You know, I could have killed her,” Yohane murmurs, holding up the sakura wand in a dismissive manner. “We didn’t need her anymore, after retrieving the information we sought. Yet I allowed Lily to live… and carelessly allowed her to escape and put us in this predicament. Be thankful that your petty mortal feeling was able to affect me to an extent.”

“Huh-? My-?”

“Nothing important.” Yohane wiggles her finger condescendingly, and the quill mockingly scribbles a sakura flower before slashing the petals and force the pieces to dissipate. “Back to topic again, my sad other half. Think about what you know of Horcruxes.”

Yoshiko stares at the spot where the magically-drawn flower was and finds herself repeating the very same words Riko had told her. “It’s a Dark object that contains a piece of the creator’s soul, for the purpose of gaining immortality. But what does it have to do- and besides, a Horcrux can only be created through murder-”

“That’s correct.” Yohane gives her a chilling smile.

Yoshiko blinks slowly at her mirror image, then at the image of a dark-haired man that the quill conjures. He could be considered handsome, in a mysterious and cool sort of way but his grin gives him a warm disposition. The ache in her heart is quick as it came, as well as the sense of familiarity.

She knows this man.

Yet she doesn’t know him either.

Yohane’s smile is still cold as her whispered words seem to echo in the chamber. “Ten years ago, a burst of accidental magic killed my… our father.”

Yoshiko stares.

The man’s image vanishes as if a violent ripple has completely obliterated it.

“Magic is a fickle thing. Even now, after millennia of wizards and witches studying bloodlines, the Origin and any relevant spells or rituals, there are still so many things we do not understand,” Yohane confidently approaches the frozen girl until they are only a few paces apart. “Either way, on that day, somehow, a Horcrux was created in the form of a quill pen, this quill pen, an antique that our father treasured as a family heirloom. Now, do you know how a Horcrux actually works?”

Still, Yoshiko could only stare.

She doesn’t want to know. Suddenly, she very much wants to flee away from this place, away from Hogwarts and this world of magic. She still despises how her life used to be like back at the orphanage, back among Muggles, but at least she’s still a human there, as much of a freak she was labelled as.

With the way Yohane talks, it’s almost as if she isn’t quite human.

Terror doesn’t even begin to describe her feelings then.

“A Horcrux is able to drain one’s life energy, enough to eventually allow the fragment of soul to manifest itself, a corporeal form, kind of like a parasite,” Yohane reaches out towards her, her voice soft and even gentle.

The coldness of her hand almost burns Yoshiko, forcing her to flinch away from the contact. She’s too scared to run, and Yohane firmly grasps her chin to hold her gaze.

“Once the host’s life force is completely gone, the Horcrux would become its own living person, no longer forced to be attached to a simple container. That’s how the concept of immortality works through a Horcrux.”

Yoshiko shakes her head feebly, unable to pull away from the grip. The quill then sketches another image, a woman who resembles her and even wears her hair with that trademark bun. Her expression is kind, though a flick from the quill morphs it to a horrified grimace before the image abruptly vanishes.

Yohane’s husky voice is no less condemning as she stares coldly into her eyes.

“You killed my mother, Yoshiko.”

“NO! YOU’RE LYING!!”

Upon her outburst, Lucifer sinks its teeth in Yohane’s hand, drawing blood and forcing her to tear back with a yelp. Yoshiko immediately blasts a Reducto at the imposter, though those thick feathered wings block her powerful Curse like it’s a mere puff of air.

“The truth is too much for you,” Yohane shakes her wings, nonchalant with the aftermath of the spell singing some of her feathers. “Don’t you see? Everything makes sense now, does it not?”

“No, you don’t make sense!” Yoshiko screams hoarsely, firing spell after spell at her adversary. “W-Why are you here? Why are you ruining my life, just when it’s finally getting better?!”

The wings shield Yohane effortlessly, the magic sizzling upon collision. It’s only when Yohane unfurls her wing to block a badly aimed spell from hitting Hanamaru that Yoshiko freezes in mid-motion.

Gasping for breaths, she could only watch as Yohane steps sideways to stand protectively in front of the brunette, like she was the enemy instead.

“No, no no no no…”

“Deny all you want. Think about it, why are there so many blank spots in your childhood memories? Simple - those were my memories,” Yohane wraps an arm around Hanamaru’s waist again and hugs her close. “Why don’t you remember meeting her? Heh, because you never did - I did. You didn’t even exist then.”

“N-No… no…”

Tears well up in Yoshiko’s eyes as she cradles her head, gazing imploringly at Hanamaru for her input, but the latter isn’t facing her.

“Admittedly though, I did not know of your existence for the longest time.” Yohane whimsically caresses Hanamaru’s cheek while the quill jots even more nonsensical words and images in the air. “I’ve always felt something was off about me, after the incident that left me parent-less, but I never knew why. But then, surprise surprise! When I saw someone who looks exactly like me show up at the station… even they were not expecting you either.”

Yoshiko tries to suppress her shudders and rein in her chaotic emotions. Lucifer is still hissing warily and circling above her head. “...they?”

“Hnn. I was still just a child after all. I needed guardianship, someone to teach me how to control my magic.”

Yohane spreads her wings wide and calls upon the black tendrils of magic to cover them like a veil. Then, similar to dry ice evaporating, the wings disappear like they were never there.

“We call ourselves the Fallen.” Yohane chuckles sardonically, summoning the black tendrils again and the wings reform behind her. “We have determined the magical core is the cause of all anomalies, such as accidental magic and the reason why some Pureblood descendants are Squibs. To complete our research though, we need more and more samples.”

The quill sketches several more images, of creatures Yoshiko has only seen in textbooks, and some archaic symbols and letters that resemble Latin and hieroglyphics.

“Magic has existed for millennia. Since the very first witches and wizards, their magic has passed down from generations to generations, its essence untainted within Pureblood families. Then, what’s the cause for Squibhood, forcing them to become the bane of a proud Pureblood lineage? Was there a mutation?”

Yohane begins to walk towards Yoshiko, ignoring the latter’s trembling and Lucifer’s warning rasps.

“And speaking of mutation, how did lycanthropy come to be? What made merpeople and centaurs differ from humans? What of the sphinx and those capable of human speech? Fascinating isn’t it? We’re able to work with what we have about werewolves, and the results were spectacular, wouldn’t you agree?”

Yoshiko flinches, recalling the havoc wreaked by the Moonstruck incident.

“Its level of instability and burst of magic during transformation are almost similar to that of accidental magic, this mutation of the body. Then, it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to view the… accidental creation of a Horcrux as a mutation of the soul through magic, yes?”

Before Yohane’s hand could touch her again, Lucifer dives down and tries to bite the winged girl. A powerful flap sends the little bat careening away and struggling to maintain flight.

“Silly creature. It’s a failed Horcrux, y’know?” Yohane giggles at Yoshiko’s sharp intake. “Oh yes, we’ve experimented with many things. Your existence permanently damaged my soul, so much that whatever I came in contact with would have just a little bit of my soul imbued within it. Luckily, I’ve learned to contain my powers in the form of these lovely feathers.”

Tendrils magic enshrouds those angelic wings, power and sentience evident with the way that the air seems to grow heavy upon movement.

“Of course, those feathers are not the same. They’re not Horcruxes, far from it, and eventually the fraction of soul would find its way back to me. Well, some disappears into ether, but too meager to be of any consequence,” Yohane shrugs and takes a step towards Yoshiko.

This time, Lucifer fearfully keeps a distance behind, squealing in confusion.

“That portion of my soul that bat had, well, it’s long returned to me, yet I can see it’s forever changed. It’s gained intelligence beyond the scope of its brethren.”

Lucifer hisses but doesn’t dare to approach. Yohane shrugs again and turns her gaze towards Yoshiko.

“Oh, poor you. All of this is a lot to take in, isn’t it? Just what are you, indeed?” The cold hand lightly yet firmly grasps at Yoshiko’s cheek, forcing their eyes to meet. “You’re not the same as and of the past known Horcruxes of history, so maybe you’re not even technically one! But now, do you understand? We must obtain the purest and strongest of a Pureblood’s blood, a sample that’s at its prime yet still malleable enough to be experimented upon. We need the Kurosawa heiress.”

Yoshiko could barely hear herself speaking, her voice having grown so incredibly feeble along with her light-headedness. “...why D-Dia-san… there are, other, Purebloods…”

A fanged grin is her response. “Frankly, none of them are good enough. Either they’re too weak, or their lineage is not as pure. We Fallen are unfortunately few in numbers, and only have so much resources. We’d like to remain hidden in the shadows, at least until we’ve reached a desired milestone. The Unbreakable Vow is such a handy thing, no?”

Yoshiko couldn’t look away from those mesmerizing vermillion eyes, her consciousness dimming. “...why… Lily… why… her…”

“Unfortunate collateral damage, but she’s served her purpose.”

“Ngh…” Yoshiko bites her lips, struggling to remain in control of her mind even though her body is becoming numb. “And...me-?”

“Indeed, what should I do with you? My little demons have already left Hogwarts and long relocated. I am the only one here, because I wish to know.” Yohane leans in until their foreheads are touching, their breaths mingling and their eyes only seeing each other and nothing else.

“You should return to me. You’re a part of me after all. We’re suppose to be one and the same.”

Something breaks inside of Yoshiko then. The terror of ceasing to be - it’s worse than dying, for nothing will remain behind. Nothing.

“You should have never existed.”

Tears trickle down her cheeks as she summons the last ounce of her strength to push Yohane away. “No! No, no, NO! I’m Yoshiko Tsushima-!”

I’m the fallen angel Yohane.

That line, the very line she’s countlessly repeated to people, overlaps with this winged girl’s introduction, and the voice reverberates painfully inside her mind. She covers her face with shaking hands and collapses onto her knees.

“-I-I have friends… friends who care about me! T-They-”

Chika and You were tortured, Kanan almost lost her arm, Mari almost lost her magic, Riko may never wake up, Dia and Ruby are suffering and Hanamaru has long been controlled-

She curls up into a ball, shivering and shaking her head as she sobs beseechingly into her sleeves. “Ngh-! I’m real! I’m my own person! I-I have my own d-dreams... nggh…”

“I should hate you, I really should, but you’re still me. And, looking at you, so pathetic!” Yohane’s quiet voice is practically hypnotizing. “Makes my heart ache, y’know? Come on. I can end your torment. I can take it all away-”

Suddenly, Yoshiko finds herself enveloped by warmth, a familiar presence that brings peace upon her cracking psyche. Even though her hearing is muffled by the hug, she could sense the surprise and displeasure in Yohane’s tone. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Yoshiko-chan… is hurting…”

Swallowing another sob, she timidly looks up to see Hanamaru’s worried gaze, though her lips are still set in a placid frown.

“She’s not even real. I sent you to meet her at King’s Cross Station, blocked the wall so you’d have the chance to get to know her more for me. Whatever play-game you had with her, it meant nothing.” Yohane sounds exasperated.

Yoshiko trembles as another wave of nausea and pain crashes into her mind. Before she could pull away though, Hanamaru tightens her arms even as her eyes glaze over.

“...it wasn’t… nothing…”

Hope flickers inside Yoshiko’s heart. A dying flame it may be, she clings onto it and takes several deep breaths to try to calm herself down. She can think again, without all those negative emotions crushing her. “Just how long-? How long has she been-?”

“Longer than you can ever imagine, silly mortal.”

“How can you… how is that even possible-”

“Heh, think of it as, hmm, something similar to Muggle hypnotism. The Curse is to work at certain circumstances, certain suggestions.”

“But, Mari-san and Dia-san checked… she’s better at Occlumency than any of us.” The hopeful flare grows stronger as she tentatively shifts within Hanamaru’s arms to try to get to her wand. “No way the Imperius Curse would’ve gotten to her!”

“Well, you can’t really trespass the mind of someone who’s already under another’s influence, can you? It’d create the illusion of an impenetrable wall, although I can see it’s been waning… Imperio.”

A violent shove causes Yoshiko to topple on her side. Coughing, she peers through teary eyes at Hanamaru, whose posture is stiff and expression oddly relaxed.

Yohane smirks cruelly as she points Riko’s wand at the brunette. “Go on.”

Hanamaru jerks and blasts a Stinging Hex at Yoshiko when she is fumbling for her wand. Yoshiko yelps in pain as a red welt strikes across her forearm. Out of reflex, she returns fire only to gasp when her spell slices past Hanamaru’s glass frames and leaves a thin red line on her cheek. Yoshiko’s heart drops in guilt as the glasses slowly fall apart and shatters on the floor.

“I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean-”

During her hesitation, Hanamaru fires another Hex which barely misses Yoshiko’s head by a small margin. Lucifer suddenly flies towards them and swerves for Hanamaru’s wand, but Yohane is faster. A vicious Stunner renders the bat an unconscious heap on the ground.

“No!” Yoshiko snaps out of her stupor, her anger successfully keeping that horrible, hollow sense of worthlessness at bay. “This is between you and me! Leave Hanamaru and Lucifer out of this!”

“Didn’t I say already? She belongs to me!” Yohane beckons at the brunette, who obediently approaches her like a puppet.

I must save her.

For the first time since her descent to the Chamber of Secrets, Yoshiko has regained the clarity of her mind. Fake human, clone, pseudo-Horcrux or whatever, she has more important things to focus her mind on now. She has responsibility to save the girl who means so much to her.

Her feelings are real.

What they have between them, that is real.

Yoshiko shields herself from another Hex with a fast Protego and lunges to the side to fire an Expelliarmus. Memories of all those dueling sessions against Dia and Kanan flash in her mind, putting her body on autopilot as she instinctively counters and exchanges spells. Yohane’s malevolent Curses disrupts her tactics a few times, but it seems like the winged girl is more intrigued in seeing them duel.

Amused at the predicament she forced them in.

Growling, Yoshiko Transfigures some of the rubble from the cracked tiles into bigger, sharp chunks, hurling them at the cause of her misery. Expectedly, however, Yohane destroys the projectiles with those black tendrils of magic, and remains unmoved and unscathed from her spot.

A vicious Reducto forces Yoshiko to dodge, for she knows that her flimsy Shield Charm would not have held. Hanamaru, even under the Imperius Curse, appears to retain everything she’s learned from those practice duels and thus makes her a formidable opponent.

Yoshiko doesn’t want to hurt her, which puts her at a great disadvantage already without Yohane interfering every now and then.

“Incarcerous!”

The Conjuration spell doesn’t work like she wants it to, the conjured ropes falling limply from her wand before disappearing. She has yet to master advanced spells like this one, or any other incapacitating spells for that matter. Sweating now, she dodges a Bombarda behind an erected tile and cringes when a large fragment past her neck.

“Expelliarmus!” “Diffindo!”

The two spells collide with a thunderous crack, the small explosion propelling both parties several paces apart. Unfortunately for Yoshiko, she misses her footing and slips at the edge of the wet walkway.

“Impedimenta!”

The Jinx bludgeons her hard in the chest, striking her onto her back in the shallow pool. Wheezing, she could hear Hanamaru approaching but her vision is spinning too much for her to get up. The cool sensation of Immobulus slithers over her body and she collapses back into the even colder water.

However, no spell comes for her for the next while and allows her to regain her bearings despite being immobile. Confused, she looks up to see Hanamaru’s wand trained on her.

And tears are leaking out of her ochre eyes even though her expression remains blank.

“What’s the matter?” Yohane’s voice is dangerously soft.

Hanamaru’s hand shakes as she continues to cry, but nothing happens.

“Use the Cruciatus Curse on her.”

The trembling worsens and her breathing becomes labored.

“Use it… now,” Yohane growls with great impatience, Riko’s wand half-raised and her wings unfolded.

“... I won’t. No more.”

Before Yoshiko’s wide eyes, Hanamaru snaps her own wand in half.

#athyra writes #LLSHP AU #yoshimaru #datenshi yohane #I can't believe I made it #to this point ;A;#one scene in this chapter was the first thing I wrote when planning/outlining this story #another one would be in the next chapter #\0/ can't believe I've made it this far #thanks to y'all!#I know this chapter prolly creates more questions than answers XD;#lotsa revelations #some shouldnt' be a surprise tho I think #again it's a hard chapter to write #hopefully the characterizations given the circumstances are realistic #feedback please :'D #mk gonna go pass out now x.x

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breelouin · 7 years ago

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Our sweet Copgi is my 2MoonsTheSeries Angel number 4. Copter added humor and life to the cast of @2moonstheseries. His portrayal of the tsundere KitKat is wonderful, each week he made me laugh with his attitude. I CANNOT wait for Season2. SO #EXCITED.

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kaloogamagazine · 6 years ago

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It’s been just over a year for us here in Los Angeles and already it has changed our lives forever. This past year has been the most beautiful adventure of my life and today and really every day, I’m so, so grateful that I get to experience it with you! I love your good heart and I love how you see the world. As I’m writing this, I cannot wait to see what’s next for us as we continue on our journey. #Season2 here we come! (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bwms_RzHVVN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bwjdghfd17qk

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starryplace-blog1 · 7 years ago

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[V LIVE] BTS BON VOYAGE Season2

I cannot wait to watch them in Hawaii ok? I am super excited!!

#bts #bangtan boys #v live #bon voyage #bon voyage season 2

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Riverdale Recap. Ep 10-13. Murderer Revealed & Build up to Season 2.

Hi once again to you all following my blog. I just wanna start off by saying I AM BACK and SORRY for the little hiatus but I was on holiday for a few weeks with vert limited internet and so I couldn’t keep up with the Riverdale episodes. I figured it would be too much trying to catch up all four eps I missed, so now that I am all caught up I’ma roll them all into one monster recap. Soo enjoy.

Things moved so so so super fast in these last few episodes its actually crazy. I was gasping, ooohing and aaahing through all the eps at every little twist and turn. To make this a little easier I am gonna break this recap up into characters and we’ll catch up with where each of them are at the end of the first season.

Needless to say: SPOILERS AHEAD!

I’ll start with my personal favourite character and leading lady, the one, the only MISS BETTY COOPER! Since the beginning and up till now I am just absolutely ADORING Lili Reinhart in this role. Betty is amazing! I always resonated with her in the comics, and really see myself in her. What I do love in the show is the stronger and darker element that they’re giving to Betty - in the comics she is always so sweet and innocent and ‘waiting around for Archie’ but in the show she is strong, and fierce and doing things for herself which I love. I loved that scene with Betty & Jug in ep13 and the fact that their make-out session is super sexy and intense and gives another nod to the ‘Badass Betty’ that has been hinted at throughout the season. I also enjoyed that Jughead is now a ‘Serpent’ (adore that scene where he puts on the southside jacket) and I have a feeling that these two are going to make a pretty badass power couple leading the Southside in Season 2 (Please!!) .... Also the fact that in e10 FP nods to the fact that Alice had some connection to the Serpents - Betty and her hidden dark side is not too far fetched and I think that it’s perfectly thought out writing (props to the writers!!) that Betty is with Juggie who is now also moving over to the dark side. I know Betty ‘acts’ upset by the fact that Jug puts on the serpent Jacket - but I honestly feel that she’d have NO PROBLEM at all joining him on the Southside. I have no idea what Season 2 has in store for this pair but I certainly hope we get to explore a bit more of the Serpents through them! I am also happy to see the Coopers trying to sort their family out, and get the secrets out and Betty’s campaign for honesty instead of just an ‘image of perfection’ in the town of Riverdale.

It was also revealed that Betty and Polly have a brother out there somewhere due to a baby Alice gave up for adoption. (A part of me thinks it might not neccesarily be Hal’s baby - I have a feeling FP and Alice may have had a fling back in the day). So maybe we get to meet him in the next season?

Now onto Jughead Jones. I’m loving the relationship with Jughead and Betty. Absolutely ship these two and think Cole and Lili’s chemistry is off the charts. I am a little disappointed in Juggies dark side but as mentioned before, I think this could be a interesting turn of events and it might allow Betty to showcase more of her Badass side - so I’m keen to see where the writers take this. I hope they continue the relationship and explore this dark dimension instead of this being the cause of the relationship to implode. My heart is also aching for Juggie in these last few episodes. I hate the fact that FP is framed, and being mistreated by most of the town. That scene where Jug calls his mom and it basically seems like she tells him not to bother, he’s not wanted there. *tears*. Poor JUG. I hope he finds somewhere he belongs - and from the looks of things that may just be the Southside? As I said - I’m out on a limb here - but I absolutely CANNOT wait to see where they take this in S2.

Archie Andrews is driving me a little CRAZY in these last few episodes. Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE ARCHIE. (KJ Apa is amazing. I’m so impressed by his portrayal of this role.) But - Damn boy, you’re confused as!! I just can’t handle his indecisiveness and his inability to see things through - I mean c’mon he’s been in 3 little flings in the season and I still think Valerie was the best match for him. I am sorry, but I can’t stand Archie and Veronica together. I thought we were staying away from the ‘love triangle’ - I just don’t feel the chemistry between KJ and Camilla (actually just don’t feel Camilla’s character much at all more on that later). Also the fact that he get’s with Ronnie and then the episodes are clearly hinting that there are some pangs of longing for Betty?? Or did I just imagine that??? It’s like he wants Betty to be upset about him and Ronnie? He wants her to want him? He comes up with an explanation for his reaction, but I’m not feeling it. I love BUGHEAD but somehow still think that Betty and Archie are endgame - so I dunno. Once again we’ll have to see what S2 has in store. Having said that I do love that we get to see more of Archie’s heroism showcased in this episode with him saving Cheryl!! A super intense scene! (More on that in a sec)

Also the end scene has me devastated - FRED WAS SHOT. I am heartbroken by this! Fred is one of the best parents in Riverdale! I also hate the fact that this shooting (as the voice-over says) is ‘anything but random’. I have my ideas about who did it .... Definitely the LODGES. It’s either Hiram because he is jealous of Fred and Hermoine’s relationship, or it’s Hermoine herself (afterall even Hiram said in a letter to Ronnie that she’s not innocent as she seems) because Fred is refusing to sell her the business.

** I also want to mention I loved the song ‘Kids of America’ at the school dance - I just wish it had been Josie or Valerie instead of Veronica with Archie! **

Now, let’s talk about Veronica Lodge. I am so sorry that I feel this way, because I didn’t want to but I just don’t feel the character that Camilla is portraying. Everything feels acted, and feels a little ‘forced’ - I don’t know. I love Camilla, and think she’s gorgeous, but I just don’t think that her character is the character Ronnie from the comics - it just feels like some other random character. I do feel sorry for Ronnie however and I love the scenes with her & Betty and her & Kevin and even the Pussycats- but I don’t feel the chemistry with Archie and I don’t see them lasting very long. I am really annoyed at Hermoine right now - and I like that Veronica is also pushing back against her mom - Hermoine is such a manipulative b*** . I am sorry but she is! She’s so fake and changing her whole demeanour now that Hiram is coming home. (On a side note - I can’t wait to meet Hiram Lodge in S2. Some Archie / Hiram rivalry is gonna be an awesome nod to the comics ;) so can’t wait for that!) ... and I strongly feel that she (Hermoine) is somewhat involved in Fred being shot. I don’t know how exactly but indirectly or directly she is root cause of Fred’s shooting!

Now onto the BLOSSOMS. Talk about a CRAZY, INSANE family. Holy guacomole!! So we finally find out who murdered JASON. With some prompting from Polly, and some discoveries Cheryl starts to doubt her parents because Penelope somehow has possession of Polly’s missing ring (from grandma Blossom) ... Of course Penelope and Clifford have been creepy and psycho from the first episode and I have always kind of wondered about them. Turns out (thanks to a USB found inside Jason’s jacket pocket (although I don’t know how that ended up in his Jacket) it is caught on film that CLIFFORD shot his own son!! He tried to cover it up by killing the only other witness a serpent who Archie got in a fight with. FP only found Jason’s body and put in a freezer and cleaned up with the help of Kev’s boyfriend, Joaquin. Because of this involvement though - Clifford blackmails him into making a false confession - but luckily our sleuthing Riverdale Gang are on the case and quickly prove FP’s innocence - although he is still in trouble for obstructing justice and he wont turn on the serpents. Straight away Betty warns Cheryl that her dad killed her beloved ‘JayJay’ and Cheryl tells him that he did a bad thing , and every body knows. Her father then proceeds to hang himself before the police arrive, and it is revealed that the Maple Syrup business is also a cover for drug running. More craziness is revealed in the fact that the Coopers actually are ‘Blossoms’ as ‘Great-Grandpapi-Cooper’ vs Great-Grand-Papi Blossom feud - they were BROTHERS who turned on each other the one decided to break off from the family and become the ‘Coopers’. Thats why they were so anti the Polly/Jason relationship - because they are actually related!

All the turmoil drives Cheryl a little insane and she tries to drown herself in the Sweetwater River to be with Jason. Luckily, the gang are able to save her (Archie (and actually KJ Apa! IRL) breaks his hand in the process) by punching through the ice of the river. Cheryl is still not right and says the only way to get back to normal is by starting clean - so she super dramatically, in true Cheryl Blossom style, burns their house down!!

AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING SEASON. RIVERDALE - I MISS YOU ALREADY.

I look forward to season two and what more will happen with these characters and what other secrets will be exposed in Season2!

#riverdale #reviewdale #archie andrews #jughead jones #betty cooper #veronica lodge #kevin keller #save fred andrews

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