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littlelittlebear · 4 years ago

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Two Drifters | 3/3 Jeronica Secret Santa

@fangstomysweetpea oh my god.... its finally time!!!

The moment i’ve been aching for is finally here and i am HYPE

Happy Christmas my dear Tumblr-friend, I hope you enjoy this jeronica playlist/au/riverdale rewrite.

A couple things first, the descriptions on each song are just an outline as to whats happening in that moment/what the song calls for. Also, this is like a story, so its not really something you can play on shuffle lol. I’m confident you didn’t really need these “instructions” lmao, just want you to have a bomb-ass jeronica experience XDD

Also, you don’t have to “follow” the descriptions when you think them out, you can completely take the reigns too if you’d like!

So.... here ya go!!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1MflcKtyBDRjnP0giX03X4?si=ZcsD0GfxR0KevhgDpTZVKQ

And here are the descriptions-

Oxford Comma-

Locking eyes for the first time… wow. Just- everything is in slow motion.

Baby Doll-

Slow dancing in Pop’s after the dance. (V goes to Pop’s instead of Archie)

Can I call you tonight?-

Jughead and Veronica’s moments of glee when they finally set up a date with each other. Veronica squeals and jumps up and down, Jughead punches the air, they both fall down on the bed with blissful looks on their faces. Two cinnamon rolls.

“So, I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yes! *Too enthusiastic- calm down Veronica* Yes. Call me tonight.”

*Que music*

Just Like a Movie-

Jughead calls this their theme song one day when they’re just hanging out in the student lounge as a joke.

Scrawny-

Veronica calls this Jughead’s theme song in response, they have a good laugh and Jughead rolls his eyes at the lyrics A LOT.

Space Girl-

Jughead calls this Veronica’s theme song- because she’s “oUt oF tHiS worLD!”.

She smacks his arm for being so cheesy.

Good Morning-

The morning after they do the “horizontal tango” with each other for the first time, they dance in Veronica’s kitchen, knowing all the words- only to be interrupted by an amused Hermione Lodge.

Unforgettable-

Their first Christmas together, spent snowed in at The Pembrooke. But honestly, they don’t mind.

Shake it out-

Jughead and Veronica cry together after her parents blackmail them/force them to break up. #parentssuck.

Your star-

Coping with the breakup, newsflash- they aren’t, or when they are... they don’t go the healthiest route. So. Much. Angst.

Rare-

Veronica changes up her style a little bit, which really is just lower cut tops, just trying to forget about Jughead- does a lil sexy performance singing to this at a pep rally.

Out the door-

Jughead never leaving the depressional stage of grief.

+ Exchanging broken looks that just scream “I’m not over you.”

I can’t get you off my mind-

Drunkenly hooking up at a party because their tension recently had just been… w o w

Drugs-

Sneaking around- sexy times ;)

Why Do You Love Me-

Having a screaming match, then a very angry/hot makeup session, then very angry sex XD

The Wind-

After some hOrIzOnTaL TaNGo at Sweetwater River, they admit that they can’t keep away from each other, saying that they love each other for the first time- followed by Veronica crying tears of joy cuz she’s never done that before- and that they’re going to work everything out, together. They just hold each other after that.

“I love you, Princess.”

Veronica props herself on her elbow to face him (they were laying down before)

Jughead sees her widened eyes. “Y-you don’t have to say it back, I know its ha-“

“I love you too, Jug”

You and I-

Montage of working at Pop’s for summer, ending with a jam sesh in Jughead’s trailer- Veronica just in his shirt and Jughead just in his sweats. FP comes in, surprised to see Veronica, but welcomes her easily. FP and Veronica bond, and he embarrasses Jug with some baby photos. While Jug’s probably beet-red, he can’t help but completely oggle at Veronica- happy that they don’t have to hide from his dad anymore.

Start a Riot-

Jeronica send a little message to Hiram through security cameras (they just make out lmao), showing that he can’t keep them apart. They then proceed to trash Hiram’s jingle jangle lab. :)

Moon River-

Slow dancing after having been crowned homecoming King and Queen. And of course, because Veronica is 1/2 of this relationship- this becomes their song.

“That’s us.”

“What do you mean?” Veronica asks, confused.

“The two drifters in the song. ‘Two drifters, off to see the world.’ That’s us”

Veronica’s eyes start to gloss.

“I absolutely love that. And you.”

Teenagers-

Being the badass power couple they are, being 100% team Serpent against the Bulldogs during the riots. Its all one long shot too- no cuts :))

A Sunday Kind of Love-

Looking at each other in slow motion (wow- I really love putting stuff in slow motion) when Veronica is officially named Serpent queen, they’re absolutely smitten with each other. Cut to them dancing in the Wyrm to the song, discussing how they’re going to make their big debut as Riverdale’s resident power couple… second to Choni of course.

“So… now that I’m your queen, I was thinking had a debut of sorts. Just to educate the public of this new order.” Veronica jabs, only kind of joking.

Jughead laughs, but it sounds more of a huff.

“Could you settle for a hand-in-hand entrance at school? Or would you be more comfortable with a red carpet event?”

Glory-

Veronica and Jughead walking into school as Serpent Royalty with matching Serpent jackets- no special colours thank you very much. You can bet your ass its in slow motion.

Worlds Apart-

Veronica crying at Jughead’s bed-side after the Ghoulies fuck him up.

Boss Bitch-

Veronica gets revenge on the Ghoulies and Penny Peabody with the help of the female Serpents, the River vixens, Hermione, Betty, and Alice.

Le Symbolique-

Veronica and Jughead reunite from his state of unconsciousness, this whole sequence is in slow motion, with a lot of white lighting/glare. Jughead almost died and just that thought alone KILLED Veronica.

“Jug I was so scared-“

“Shush Ronnie, let me look at you.” His teary eyes trace over Veronica’s face with a beaming smile, before he brings his girlfriend closer and kisses the top of her forehead.

Harmony Hall-

Some core four bliss before it gets chaotic again, with a side of Jeronica and Barchie cuddles.

Not Your Barbie Girl-

A River vixen performance, Jughead is so fricken in love with Ronnie right now cuz she’s just RADIATING empowerment.

Therefore I Am-

Jeronica sends Hiram to jail again after a bomb ass one liner from Veronica:

“Mija, you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Only one thing’s false in that sentence Hiram, I’m not your Mija anymore.”

(HELP ME I CAN’T WRITE)

*Proud Jughead smirk*

This Life-

Veronica meeting JB and Gladys, them getting along great- just a wholesome Lodge/Jones get-together.

Don’t Call Me Angel-

Veronica changes her name to Luna, fully emancipating herself from Hiram, and this gets Jughead really turned on XD

Sway With Me-

La Bonne Nuit’s first successful night, Josie, Veronica, Toni, and Cheryl perform. Veronica somehow convinces Jughead to dance with her in public. Think Moulin Rouge’s Diamond Dogs type editing.

My Oh My-

Getting screwed over my Hiram, Veronica is in a TON of debt and needs some “stress relief” with Jughead. He obliges. Happily.

HIP-

Veronica and Cheryl start their rum business, Jughead helps and oml he’s so proud of her. Btw, Cheronica are HUGE badasses right now.

Bury a friend-

Surviving Eversgreen Forest and Penelope Blossom…

Youth-

The core four are free from the forest, successfully escaping Penelope Blossom. Jughead and Veronica share a tearful but happy kiss, laying down on the back of a truck.

Don’t Take The Money-

The core four hang out at pops and promise to have fun this senior year, Jughead steals Veronica’s cherry from her milkshake, but being so vulnerable to Midget’s (He calls her Midget. Yup.) puppy dog eyes, he makes it up to her by sharing his fries.

“And for a brief, shining moment, we were kids again.” all that good shiz

The Four Seasons: “Winter”-

Jeronica hangs with the Stonewall psychos.

(Online Love)-

Veronica and Jughead FaceTime and Veronica has this vibe like she’s the montage of the hero’s dead girlfriend in a movie. Like her hair is all splayed out on her pillow and she’s all smiley-

“You look like an angel right now- with your hair like a halo and how much you’re smiling.”

Veronica laughs

“Well it’s your fault I’m smiling you idiot.” Her voice softens towards the end of the sentence.

“I love you too, Ron.”

El Tejano-

Party at Stonewall, Jeronica are absolutely WASTED. Fun fact- Jughead get’s really into PDA when he’s drunk

Burned Out-

Oh shit… I guess Jughead is dead now. (dw, Betty’s still the one who “kills him”)

Claire de Lune-

Just kidding, he’s alive, and he and Veronica have a really cute moment in the bunker. Veronica starts reading his novel, per his request, and he just starts playing this on the record player and she smiles but her eyes are still on the book. He just kind of watches her, and when she starts beaming at the book he can’t help but kiss her right there. Then they just cuddle and little bit, Veronica on Jug’s lap, reading the book some more.

Girls Like GIrls-

Veronica has to prove Jughead is dead, so she and Betty kinda sorta… make out. Like, a lot. Betty is dating Archie at this point, and he’s the one who gets “mad”. But basically Betty and Veronica end up making out again cuz they spot Donna watching them. Veronica is a bi con, and Betty might be too but everyones in denial so *shrugs*.

Dream Lover-

(Time skip, because I’m lazy) Jughead’s alive again, sadly, his spot at NYU was taken by well, Veronica. Luckily, after pulling some strings, she surprises Jug with a full-ride acceptance letter from NYU starting second semester.

Magic Moments-

Yay! Prom! Barchie gets crowned king and queen (Beronica was kind of forgotten about, but thats fine, because we’re here for Jeronica first). While Betty and Archie are totally lost in each other, Jughead and Veronica are just kind of joking around on the side. While it’s Barchie’s moment, Jeronica is still looking pretty damn cute rn. Also, this becomes Barchie’s song!!

Oxford comma-

The song comes through the speaker at prom, Jughead invites Veronica to dance. As they sway, they gaze at one another like they’re seeing one another for the first time, to the song that started it all.

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And thats it! Thats Jeronica’s story from season one to season four, I hope you have a very merry Christmas and I hope you liked your presents! Also, if anyone feels like adding on to the dialogue or using any of the points in a fic or even making a whole ass fanfiction- please do!! I didn’t do this justice with my mediocre quotes so it would actually be preferred XD.

And again, happy Christmas :))

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unchosens · 5 years ago

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The Death of Harry Potter. ( October 31, 2024. )

The Potters hadn’t gone entirely into hiding.

Lily was still at Hogwarts, and neither Harry nor Ginny would have let her go if they’d thought there was really a danger. Still, they had asked Albus and James to move back home. Being all together felt safer, and they couldn’t deny the target on their backs. They’d increased their wards, added more complex security charms. Harry was going through a list of proposed revisions now, compiled by the Auror Department and naturally, with some heavily annotated suggestions from Hermione.

The firelight flickered, momentarily impairing his vision through his glasses, and Harry’s mind now wandered to Lily, as it often did these days.

She was probably at the Halloween feast. He smiled at the thought, remembering how much he’d always looked forward to it. It had never really been a night of sorrow for him – perhaps because for so long he hadn’t known it was the night his parents lost their lives. No, it had been about the treacle tart, the ghosts in high spirits, the carved pumpkins glowing above their heads and all of Gryffindor house alive with laughter at their table. Lily would be sitting there, unless she was at Nick’s Deathday party. A year had never gone by without Harry receiving a letter from one of his children bemoaning the invite again.

His smile faded, eyes falling back down the list. It came to him now, what he’d been forced to relive, first through the Dementors and then through the killer himself. James Potter yelling, Take Harry and go! Run! I’ll hold him off! Lily Potter, dying, her last words Not Harry! Both of them, thinking of nothing but him. For all the years he’d lived through Halloween and not thought of the first Lily and James, the ones who’d given their lives for him - as this third war began, it was impossible not to, the more his situation seemed to grow alike theirs.

The Fidelius Charm had made it on the list again.

It had, to Harry, felt like tempting fate to use it. He and Ginny had discussed it, but the charm was safest when an occupant of the dwelling was Secret Keeper. The two of them were targets already; increasing the value of capturing one seemed foolish. Especially as neither had any intention of remaining in hiding while this war went on. Not this time – this time they weren’t going to hide but fight in the open.

And there was no question that they would allow James or Albus to be Secret Keeper. Not ever. Enough people had died for Harry. He would never let his children join that list.

At the thought of his other two children, Harry near began rolling up the parchment. He could hear the travel of uproarious laughter from upstairs. He’d been up to James’ room earlier and knew exactly what they were doing. Ginny had been in on it, sitting between Albus and James and looking like three identical mischief-makers with those wide-mouthed Weasley grins that went to Harry’s heart every time.

Pumpkin Quidditch was apparently the game of the day, as his two sons (and his wife) were presently charming the pumpkins to fly. Harry had found himself taking on the role of disapproving house husband, wondering aloud how exactly they intended to hit the ‘bludgers’ without making a mess of the whole residence, but he hadn’t been able to conceal his own amusement and desire to join in the fun. Ginny had promised to take it easy on him, her eyes daring him in that way she had, and the boys had grandly declared there’d be a game for everyone once they’d gotten the enchantments just right.

He got up, intent on joining them before moving into the living room and catching sight of Ginny, having returned downstairs.

She was flicking through the latest intelligence they’d received from the Order, her shoulders downcast. Her gaze kept returning to the staircase, where the sounds of James and Albus laughing could be heard. Harry knew that look. It was the same one he had whenever he had a quiet moment to himself.

“Ginny,” was all he said, moving to her side. It had never taken much from him to her to be understood. Their hands wove together and Harry pressed his forehead to hers.

“Tell me this is all going to end before we know it,” Ginny said, her voice quiet but not wavering. She had always been strong. Harry’s anchor.

“It will,” he said, more firmly than his own belief warranted. Perhaps Ginny knew that trying to convince her would do more to help Harry himself than anything else. “The Order knows what we’re doing. Third time lucky, right? The bastards can’t come back again - I’m the one who returns from the dead.”

The uplift of Ginny’s mouth told him the joke wasn’t entirely unappreciated, though Harry sobered all the same.

“Lily will graduate soon. Becoming an Auror is one thing-“ that Harry was yet to entirely come to grips with for his youngest child, but Ginny knew all that, her finger gently pressing a line away on his forehead. “But I don’t want her fighting a war. And I have no illusions about what your daughter would do,” Harry said dryly, simultaneously regretful and a little proud of the fact.

“You mean your daughter,” Ginny retorted, her knowing gaze saying the same thing. They both knew Lily would throw herself on any front line for what she deemed a worthy cause. It was come by honestly, neither parent could deny that.

That didn’t make Harry feel any better about it, and so he continued, resting his cheek on Ginny’s hand and gaining in steely resolve, “I don’t want James or Albus any more involved than they are already either. So we’ll end this. Ron, Hermione, Neville. Luna. Me. And you. You think I haven’t learnt to have faith in you yet?”

“You’d better have,” Ginny returned, a challenging look in her eyes that Harry had certainly not yet learnt to resist. He leant down to kiss her, relishing the feel of being in his wife’s arms.

It was broken by the sound of wand fire. Harry and Ginny caught each other’s glance, expressions of matching alarm.

Only the Order could find the house. And they knew to send a Patronus in first, to reassure all was well.

In a movement so fluid it seemed coordinated they each took out their wands and moved forward, towards the door at the end of the long corridor, activating the interior ward that protected the rest of the house.

The door burst open and a shroud of magic-cloaked Wraiths came inside, grappling with the ward, the repurposed dust ghost of Albus Dumbledore bearing down on them. It was a temporary protection only.

They’d faced the Wraiths enough times to recognise Dillusionment charms at work and some were so poorly constructed, Harry doubted they were intended to last this long.

As if they didn’t care if a Potter saw them and could name them later. Harry’s blood ran cold, thinking of James and Albus upstairs.

They were planning a slaughter.

He turned to his wife, the sense of clarity that Harry was so used to in times like these, when he had to act, getting stronger.

“Go! Get the boys out!” Harry met her eyes with a gaze that seemed to last hours, both of them knowing what unsaid words were contained in it. “I’ll hold them off.”

“Harry!” He’d heard her call his name so desperately once before and back then he would have done anything to respond to it. Now he could only look at her with eyes both pleading and determined. Ginny nodded. “I’ll come back,” she swore.

Her blazing look had never changed. Harry was solidified by it, grounded. There had been a time before he could have died with that look in his head. This time, it jolted him back into action. The promise of Ginny’s wand in this fight was not one he’d turn down, but for now they would both do what had to be done for their family.

She fled upstairs just in time as their assailants came towards him.

Five.

Five wasn’t good odds. But he’d been surrounded before.

A faithful Expelliarmus wasn’t going to do it this time, Harry realized grimly. He cast a Reductor Curse at the floor beneath their feet, sending their line splintering to avoid the blast. The pumpkins, he thought ruefully, would have done less damage.

Three of the Wraiths sent jets of red light and Harry barely put up a Shield in time. He was forcibly blown back by the impact but saved the pain of what was undoubtedly an Unforgivable as he re-steadied his feet.

Had Ginny and the boys had time to escape yet? Had there been more Wraiths sent upstairs? He didn’t know, tracking their movements carefully, wand held in a steady hand as he attempted to cast a binding spell on the nearing Wraiths. It was thrown aside by a violent flick of their leader’s wand, who stepped forward.

Harry’s Shield Charm was breaking under the impact of four casters. A stabbing curse struck through, puncturing his lungs.

He looked around, seeing them close in. His best chance was to take out the leader and hope for Ginny’s return, with better odds to fight against. At the man in front, he threw a Blasting Curse - with luck, it would ricochet to take out the others. He saw, perhaps, at least one fall but his Shield Charm punctured under the force of the Cruciatus, cast from multiple wands.

At last, the pain came, as he fell down to the ground, body arching in agony. Harry had built up tolerance for this curse, largely through pure determination. That didn’t make it less unbearable, the red hot surge attacking every limb he had. He focused on maintaining hold of his wand, through the pain, clutching his fingers tight to that last lifeline. That was all he had to do. Just that. Just that.

“Expelliarmus,” came the voice from the leader and Harry’s now empty hand stretched out, a futile attempt to reclaim what was gone. He knew that voice. Lestrange. He was evidently satisfied, malicious in victory. “What do you know, you were right. That is a handy spell – that takes care of the Elder Wand, doesn’t it? Think I’ll finish the job properly though.”

Lestrange stepped forwards, leering above him.

“You’re finally meeting your fate, Potter. Like the night I chose? Thought you might get a kick out of it.” Harry writhed on the ground, barely in control of himself, though his eyes searched for where his wand had clattered away. If he could find it … if he could get to it … “We also thought we might wipe you all out for good measure. As the Dark Lord intended for your accursed goddamn family.” Disgust coated Lestrange’s voice and Harry could nearly taste his bitterness on the air, right alongside the acrid flavor of blood in his own mouth.

“Where are your children, Potter? You’re a sentimentalist. I know you’d keep them nearby. You learnt nothing from your parents.” He laughed, high and cruel, lacking any warmth of true amusement. “Get your kids killed for it, eh? Not such a selfless hero after all.”

The blood in his mouth kept Harry from speaking – he could only watch from the floor as Lestrange sent a pair of Wraiths towards the stairs, feeling a swelling rage that outstripped the pain and left only panic in its wake.

He had no idea if they’d gotten away. Ginny had said she would be back. He knew, without a second’s doubt, she would come back.

If she could. If she’d gotten away in the first place.

So Harry couldn’t leave yet, even if he could have tried to Apparate, wrenching himself back up to his feet despite the stabbing sensation that came with the motion.

Lestrange was wrong. He’d learned everything from his parents. He understood their choices now with a clarity he’d never had before.

His wand was gone, in the triumphant hands of one of the Wraiths. A trophy. He felt a sick anger at the thought of his loyal holly wand in the hands of a killer and threw himself at the man closest to the stairs, his hands reaching out and fingers grasping for him desperately, so he would at least be brought down alongside Harry, who had nothing more than a blunt and unsteady control over his own body now. He could block the entrance to the stairs, for a few precious seconds more. He could feel the heat of another Cruciatus grazing him as he twisted his body to avoid it, then the next spell not missing as Harry and his opponent fell to the ground.

He held back a scream, there was no pain he could face that would either distract him from his task or let him shown them they’d beat him. Harry refused that, defiance practically a second skin after all these years. But his limbs twitched and then fell lifeless, cold floor against them, while the Wraith got up and kicked Harry’s side as he stepped back in line with his allies.

His aching side rebelling against him, every bone crying out as he stared up at the collection of hooded figures, Harry wasn’t sure he’d be able to get up again this time. His glasses had shattered, blood running down his face where the shards had cut.

He didn’t know if he’d saved his family. He could only hope they’d gotten away.

The green light flashed and there was no-one to step in front of it, no shield, no-one left but him. It would get him this time.

Not Lily. They wouldn’t get Lily. She was at Hogwarts. She was safe.

The thought struck him in the last moment before the curse did, one last fierce impulse of relief before he could feel no more.

Not Lily.

#rev talk #( i'll never be your chosen one | muse )#for reference #tho not necessarily 'canon' since i wrote it before the other characters involved were taken #in other words: totally up for change depending on plotting!#tw death #tw torture #tw parental death

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ink-splotch · 7 years ago

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The day after the battle, Hermione Granger got up before the sun did. The Lake was covered in fog, and she was used to having somewhere urgent to go, to be, to fight. She closed the tent flap up behind her. Hogwarts had something like enough beds, but Hermione hadn't had it in her to climb those moving staircases, to step through the painting's open frame and make her way to the Gryffindor girls' seventh year dormitory. Her bed would have been there, months untouched except for the bras and scarves and bottles of sparkly purple nail polish Parvati and Lavender had strewn onto every open surface. The fog rolled in off the Lake and Hermione stood at the damp shore and shivered until the sun rose and burned it all away. - The day after the battle, they buried their dead out on an island in the Lake, the day after the battle. Madame Pomfrey fretted and hovered, but every injured witch, wizard, and squib made it out to those conjured chairs. They might sit with assistance-- with spells, with braces, with a friend's shoulder-- but they sat quiet and they listened to Flitwick read out the names. - The day after the battle, Ron Weasley stood on tiptoe when he stepped back into the Great Hall, looking over a sea of bent heads to find a cluster of red. They'd brought the tables back. The cluster was only a tiny blip of three-- Bill and their parents were flitting about, helping Flitwick float steaming bowls of pasta down onto each table. But Ginny and Percy were sitting on either side of George, keeping up a lively conversation about Gilderoy Lockhart's hair. Ginny was sitting half in Harry's lap, like if she didn't he wouldn't be able to stop himself from getting up to help, or to pace the castle, or to walk out to the Forest and not come back. She was holding his hand, her freckled thumb running over the words written into his skin. Ron thought about sitting with Luna, instead. Percy tried to laugh at one of Ginny's jokes, and Ron didn't know how to be kind like that. Ginny held Harry's hand. Ron had thought for a long terrible stretch of heartbeats that he had lost two brothers yesterday. He could sit with Dean. He could walk out to the Forest and punch Aragog in his ugly eyes, because normally when he walked away from everyone he loved it was because he was scared and maybe change was good for the soul. Ron pushed his hands through his hair. He crossed the Great Hall, swung into a seat next to Harry, and filled his plate with lukewarm pasta. - The day after the battle, Luna Lovegood climbed up to the Astronomy Tower, because it was the furthest she could get away from everything. She laid on her back on the cold stone and cast balls of light and enchanted birds to chase each other across the ceiling until she felt like descending down to the ground again. - The day after the battle, Neville Longbottom went down to the greenhouses to see what the damage was there. He had sat all night and all morning in the infirmary, fetching water for Anthony Goldstein and holding Dennis Creevey's hand and folding extra blankets down over Professor Sprout's cold feet. Madame Pomfrey had banished him to go get a spot to eat and some sleep, so he walked down to the greenhouses to see what was salvageable. Whole panes of greenish glass stood jagged and shattered. Protective spells had put out any fires, but stray blasts of magic had killed beds of vegetables and flowers and taken almost all the silver-green leaves off an olive tree that twisted in the corner of Greenhouse 4. Neville went in through the door, even though there as a broken hole in the glass wall big enough for him, and almost fell back through it when Hannah Abbott stood up from the row of pots she'd been crouching behind. Dirt streaked every crease of her hands. "Hey," he said, and let the door click shut behind him. "Hey." When she saw where he was heading, she added, "The olive's still alive." The bark was rough under his hand, gnarled from decades of slow growth. He could hear the green magic whispering down its xylem. "I was thinking I'd try to mend up the walls, close this place up again," said Hannah. "But I wasn't sure I could do it alone." "Alright," said Neville. When Professor Sprout argued her way out of the infirmary and thumped downhill with the wind throwing her cloudy hair in her face, she found every pane of glass healed and Neville and Hannah asleep on the softest patch of moss in Greenhouse 2. - The day after the battle, Parvati Patil sent an owl to Lavender Brown's parents. - The day after the end of it all, Hermione skipped lunch and found her favorite secluded corner of the library instead. The chairs stood silent and sober, all gouged dark wood. The high windows threw light gleaming across the polished table, catching on the dust motes drifting through the air above it. She dumped her carry-all down on it and reached inside-- up to her elbows, her shoulders. She tried not to feel like it was eating her alive and she pulled out protein bars and unicorn horn and crumpled wanted flyers. She wasn't sure when it had gotten so cluttered-- sometime before the night in the ditch outside the little Scottish village with the awesome curry shop. Sometime after the time they hid out from a storm in an unknowing Muggle's barn, wrinkling their noses at the itch of hay as they ate their dinner. Hermione had taken first watch, listening to the thunder roll over the shallow hills outside, and she'd gone through her bag pouch by endless pouch. Harry had twitched in his sleep with every flash of lightning, but everything in her bag had been where it was supposed to be. She summoned a wastepaper bin to hover beside her and got to work. Quills and ballpoint pens went in a neat heap to her left. Books she stacked by subject matter around her, except for the ones she flew back to their homes on Hogwarts shelves. She checked potions ingredients for decay, tossed the bad ones and wrapped the good ones back up in their oiled cloth and ziplock bags. She ate a protein bar while she piled duct tape and the radio and a travel-sized magnetic foldable Muggle chess set and a depleted first aid kit all up around her. She threw the wrapper away and wondered if the smell would ever come out of the bag's insides, or if she should just buy another one. - The day after the battle, they started putting the stones of the castle back into place. They put bones back together, first, skin and knit muscle and tendons. McGonagall escorted every statue and suit of armor back to where it belonged. Sue Li sat atop a pile of rubble and ate the biggest chocolate bar she'd ever seen her life. She thought she could still taste a film of Polyjuice on her tongue, but she told herself that was dumb. She dropped little pebbles down the ragged tumble of stones, counting their bounces and calculating averages, until Astoria Greengrass showed up with a glass of water and a pasty and put them down beside her. Astoria got her hands dirty every chance she got, put her back into sweeping up glass shards or hauling bandages or Wingardium Leviosa-ing stone blocks the size of a horseless carriage. She would stay in the castle as long as she could, finding odd tasks and errands and corners to lurk in. When she finally went back to the Greengrass family estate, it would be to pack her bags, kiss the old house elf on the cheek, and steal her dog away with her. - The day after the battle, Ron went out to Hagrid's cabin in the stubborn chill of the afternoon and sat in his pumpkin patch. He didn't go knock on the rough-hewn door, and Hagrid didn't come out, but after twenty minutes Fang trotted into the yard and patiently got slobber all over his shirt. Ron watched the sway of the shadows beyond the Forest's edge. Buckbeak's old tying post stood among the twining squash vines and their giant fuzzy leaves, the metal ring hanging empty against weathered wood. He thought about Ginny brushing her thumb over Harry's scars and wrapped his hands over the pale marks that curled around his wrists. When the air started biting and the sky started darkening, Ron pulled himself back to his feet and climbed up to the library. He had never lived there, never really liked its labyrinth of stacks and dusty air, but he knew the way there better than he knew the way to the Quidditch pitch or the Room of Requirement or all those other places he liked so much more. It was empty, except for Hermione, and he was glad. She squeezed her last book into her bag and looked up at him, shoving her hair back off her forehead. "They doing dinner down there?" she said, her dry throat rasping on it. He shrugged. "Mum's organizing, I think. It-- helps, I think." She nodded, looking down to do the clasps up slowly, one by one. "I just wanted to go back to the tent," said Ron. "Be alone. It's quiet." "I won't get in your way," she said. "It's still pitched down there." "I know," he said. "With you, I meant." "That's not alone," she said. "I'm not quiet," she said. She clasped and unclasped the bag. "Words. Accuracy. I never claimed to be the clever one." "But you are, Ron--" "Hermione," he said. "Come with me? You shouldn't be sitting here alone. Come home." They went down the grass through chilling air. Ron could hear his mother in his head, telling him to take her bag and carry it for her, but he just reached out for her hand. - The day after the end of it all, Ron laid on the floor of the tent, counting stitches in the canvas, while Hermione read Hogwarts, A History like she didn't have it memorized. She read her favorite parts aloud, stopping mid-sentence when the tent flap rustled and opened. "Ginny's sitting on Neville until he agrees to sleep in a real bed and not a pile of shrubbery," Harry said, stepping inside and shutting it up behind him. "She got Luna to help because she says otherwise Luna will just fade into a corner and not come out for food." He hunched his shoulders. "I'm not intruding, right?" "Don't be daft," said Ron and patted a bit of floor next to him. "C'mon, join in, Hermione's trying to bore me to sleep. I suspect it's an act of caring concern." Hermione threw a pillow at his head without looking up from the pages. The day after the battle, they fell asleep in a tangle in the center of the tent that they had lugged across their country, across these long, cold days of the war. They had danced here to the radio, had chewed protein bars, played chess and bled and yelled at each other. But the war was over and they were growing into it, slow, staying up too late as they leaned into each other and whispered on this threadbare rug. They meant to wobble to their feet and get to bed, but Harry was clinging to Hermione's hand and none of them wanted to go. They would get too old for this-- hard floors and the way Harry's neck was cricked up on Ron's bony shoulder. Hermione's snoring would get worse and Ron would have to sleep with four carefully arranged pillows to stop his back from aching in the mornings, but Harry would always have a place here. He had slept on Ron's bedroom floor at fourteen, leaned on Hermione outside his parents' broken home. In the weeks after the battle, Hermione would track down her parents and move back home, and they would all help the Weasleys rebuild the Burrow. Harry would move in Andromeda Tonks's spare room. "We're almost like family, after all," she'd say briskly, shooing him into the house and showing him where she kept the tea, Teddy's diapers, and the whiskey. They'd come for visits and talk through the night in each of those homes, curled up under Molly's quilts or out on the Granger's back porch swing or over fingers of firewhiskey with Andromeda. In the months after the war, he and Ron would get a flat while they went through Auror training and Hermione would crash there five nights out of seven. Her university textbooks would take over their countertops, shelves, tables, and floor and Harry wouldn't tease them (too much) for how hilariously long they tried to pretend it was the couch Hermione slept on. Every home Ron and Hermione lived in, for the rest of their lives, would have a place for Harry-- a spare room or a patch of floor or an old sofa. He would know how Hermione took her coffee, and his favorite cereal and Ginny's favorite oatmeal would always been in the cupboard, and their children would have giggly cousin-sleepovers in magical tents they pitched on the living room rug. When the kids came shrieking in to wake them at absolutely unacceptable, ugly hours, Ginny would groan curse words they'd repeat gleefully among themselves, but Harry would let them grab his hands in their little sticky ones and pull him barefoot and messy-haired out into the morning.

#someome prompted me to write about the days after the battle.of hogwarts...#but i lost the ask #harry potter

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o0o-chibaken-o0o · 7 years ago

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Together, Alone (Soulmark AU)

Idk how people feel about reading 1.6K drabbles on tumblr, so I also posted it on AO3 for funsies!

Dedicated to @serpensthesia for her birthday! #serpaken for life <3

Thanks to @bixgirl1 and @jadepresley for reading over this for me! And to @femmequixotic and @noeeon for encouraging the idea and making me write! <3<3<3

It started on his seventeenth birthday.

Draco had known it would start then, of course. That part was normal. The clock was supposed to manifest as a tattoo on his skin, and begin its countdown to the moment Draco would meet his Soulmate. He’d been looking forward to the clock’s appearance all year— desperate for anything that might take his mind off his hopeless situation. Draco was exhausted, the damned cabinet was never going to be fixed, and his whole family was probably going to die as punishment.

And Draco had been prepared to die with them, resigned to the fact that his countdown tattoo might not appear at all, or might be stuck at 00:00:00:00:00:00 right from the beginning.

Draco had not, however, been prepared for the clock to appear at midnight and begin counting down from a mere one minute and seventeen seconds. His heart jumped in his chest. Clearly Draco was one of those rare wizards who had already met their Soulmate, but hadn’t known yet because he wasn’t of age at the time. Which didn’t help Draco in the slightest, as he could think of precisely nobody at Hogwarts who he might like to spend the rest of his life with.

He stood up from the stool he’d set in front of the hopeless cabinet, grabbed his wand, and began making his way to the door of the Room of Hidden Things. Between the time he’d spent staring at his countdown in disbelief, the time it took to reach the door, and the few seconds he devoted to not panicking, the clock reached zero at the very moment he pushed open the door.

Nobody was there.

Although, perhaps… it was quite dark. Draco quickly closed the door behind himself and cast a nonverbal lumos. There were no torches that lit up this part of the castle at night, and for some inexplicable reason, his Soulmate – whoever they were – had been standing in the dark.

“Hello?” Draco said. He tried not to sound too snappish or offended; this person was his Soulmate, after all. “Are you there?”

Draco increased the strength of his spell, but even when he walked up and down the hall a few times, nobody appeared.

So, Draco had been correct after all. He didn’t know why his arm had bothered to play this cruel joke on him— to give him a minute of hope.

He had known he was alone.

He had known.

He had.

Draco put away his wand and made his way to Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom in the dark.

***

The Manor was frigid. It always was, these days.

Draco took a sip of his tea in a futile attempt to warm his body, but it had gone cold after setting there for hours during his Occlumency “lessons” with his Aunt Bellatrix.

“Poor little baby Draco’s never gonna have a boyfriend! It’s alright baby Draco! You can cry! I know how you love to cry!” His aunt’s taunts still rang in his ears, even though she’d given up, cackled a bit, and then blessedly left the room several minutes ago. Now it was just Draco and his father, who was reading the Prophet in his chair and pretending not to have noticed his son’s recent humiliation.

And then it was Draco, his father, his mother, and a group of Snatchers, who were pushing three prisoners ahead of them: Granger, Weasley, and – fuck – Potter.

Potter’s face was fucked up, but Draco would still have known him anywhere. Especially when Potter’s eyes lifted from his own hands to stare at Draco with no small amount of astonishment.

And then they lowered to examine Potter’s hands again, then raised to look at Draco, then lowered again and—what the bloody hell was Potter doing?

Draco vaguely noticed that his parents were speaking to the Snatchers, but he was much more interested in seeing just what was so interesting about Potter’s—

Countdown. Potter’s countdown, which had run out. Potter’s countdown, which – judging from the way he looked like he’d just been told he was destined to spend the rest of his life with a Death Eater – had probably only just run out.

“Well, Draco?” asked his father hungrily.

Just because Potter was looking at Draco in horror didn’t necessarily mean— any one of the people here could be— If Potter was Draco’s Soulmate, he would have been there that night, that night when Draco had lost all hope after his timer had run out and he’d been all—

Wait.

Potter had been following Draco around for most of last year. Potter had waited hours outside the Room for Draco to emerge so he could find out what he was up to. He’d trailed after Draco all the time under that blasted Invisi—

Invisibility Cloak.

Potter had an Invisibility Cloak!

He must have been there, that night! But of course he hadn’t revealed himself, because Potter hadn’t turned seventeen until the end of July, so he’d have had no way of knowing that Draco was his Soulmate.

Until now.

Potter had lost most of his shock, and now he mostly looked very intense in that Potterish way he had, and almost against his will, Draco felt something like joy expanding in his chest. He wasn’t destined to be alone forever after all. His Soulmate had been there when he opened that door. And his Soulmate was Potter of all people— perfect, Golden, snarky, unquestionably Good Potter. Potter, who was currently on a mission to save the world, and yet somehow Draco was worthy of him. It seemed impossible, but Soulmarks never lied. Now that they knew, there was every reason to believe that someday they would meet again under different circumstances, maybe go on a few dates, and—

“Is it?” Draco’s father insisted. “Is it Harry Potter?”

It was. It was Harry Potter, and it was Draco’s Soulmate, and Draco would do everything in his power to protect him.

“I can’t—” He could. “I can’t be sure.”

For the first time in a long time, Draco was full of hope, and when he looked at Potter’s face again, he could have sworn he saw the barest hint of a smile.

***

They’d done it.

Voldemort was dead. It was mostly down to Harry – Draco had become used to thinking of him as Harry – but Draco had done his fair share. He’d Confunded Vince and Greg as soon as they’d arrived, and then nudged them gently towards the kitchens. He’d helped get the younger students to safety, and convinced at least a few of the older Slytherins to stay and fight for their school. He’d told everyone who would listen all that he knew about the fighting styles of various Death Eaters. Hell, he’d even saved one of the Weasley twins’ lives when he’d happened to notice a spell coming at him from behind. He’d be sure to gloat about that whenever he finally got to see—

Harry was surrounded by various friends and parental figures clamouring to make sure he was all right. They cleared away rather abruptly – Luna Lovegood seemed to be making some sort of a fuss nearby – and Harry finally looked straight at Draco.

It was like a magnet, the force that compelled Draco to walk towards Harry. And Harry was walking at him as well, with that same intense, Potterish look in his eyes.

They stopped when they came face to face, and Draco dared to lift his hand and brush a spot of grime off Potter’s cheekbone with the pad of his thumb.

“Hello, Soulmate,” he said cheekily. Draco didn’t care that they’d just fought a battle. It was all over now, and he was alive, and Harry was alive, and he felt like he was floating on air.

Harry smiled. “Hello, Draco,” he said.

And then they were kissing.

Draco could hear gasps echoing around the Great Hall, but he ignored them. He felt like he’d waited his whole life to kiss Harry Potter, and he wasn’t interested in stopping to clarify how he’d switched sides and therefore had every right – thank you very much – to be kissing his Soulmate.

Draco shoved his tongue deeper into Harry’s mouth and wrapped his arms around his neck, even as he felt Harry’s arms circling his waist and squeezing the air out of him. Potter wiggled around a bit, seeming to prepare himself for something, and then—

“Put me down!” Draco pulled his mouth away from Harry’s lips to yell, horrified that his Soulmate could ever possibly have thought it might be acceptable to pick Draco up in public. He could feel his face flaming as Harry laughed, and he squirmed until Harry was forced to drop him. But Draco didn’t let that – admittedly ghastly – blunder stop him from going in for another kiss right away. In an effort to protect his dignity, he pinned Harry’s arms to his sides as he did it, and he was pleased when he heard a low sound of pleasure from Harry’s throat.

“Harry? Draco?” Luna Lovegood’s dreamy voice interrupted, “You’re distracting everyone from my distraction.”

Indeed, when he separated himself from Harry’s mouth and looked around, the entirety of Hogwarts seemed to be staring at them, gobsmacked. Draco quickly dropped Harry’s hands and stepped away, noting the very attractive blush spreading up Harry’s neck and across his face. Draco was looking forward to finding out exactly how far down that blush—

“Er… excuse us,” Harry said to the room at large, and then he pulled Draco out of the Hall, down the corridor, and into an undamaged classroom.

“Finally,” he said once he’d shut the door and stalked over to where Draco was leaning against a desk, “We can be alone.”

Draco smirked and lost no time grabbing the back of Harry’s head and pulling him into another heated kiss.

When he was together with Harry, being alone wasn’t quite so bad.

#serpenthesia #drarry #soulmark AU #drabble #angst with a happy ending #I DIDN'T MEAN TO WRITE ANY ANGST Y'ALL #AT ALL #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A NO VOLDEMORT AU #IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FLUFFY HUMOR #IDK WHAT HAPPENED #but I like it better this way #the timeline worked out really well with canon #and who doesn't love a bit of lonely draco?#anyway he's happy at the end #draco malfoy #harry potter #soulmates #<3 #together alone

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alwaysaprille · 8 years ago

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104 to 404 Parallels.

I’m a parallel hoe guys, I know lots of people don’t like terming the constant similar scenes the show gives us as such, but....what else can you call them?

104 moments will be in italics, 404 moments will be in bold. Conversational similarities in bolded italics.

So...here we go:

Clarke is angry with Abby, decides to “make her feel it” by cutting off her own wristband.

Abby’s response to Clarke’s fake death? “No! No. Hell no. No.”

A parent believing they’ve lost a child? Similar to Bellamy believing he’s lost Octavia, the sister he’s raised as if he were her father. Even the verbal response is the same.

Monty removes Clarke’s wristband and hopes to use it to communicate with the Ark

Clarke disguises her need to punish her mother as a means of helping the Ark.

This is a parallel to Octavia's bad attempt to disguise her need for vengeance as saving her people

The Delinquents are trying to build a wall to keep the Grounders out.

A parallel to the Arkadians making repairs to the Ark to keep the radiation out.

Octavia is trying to help Jasper conquer his fear of going outside of the Dropship walls.

Mbege plays a prank (albeit a cruel one) on Jasper, pretending to kidnap O.

Could be a parallel to Jasper’s pranks this episode, in particular the prank where he pretends to die in black rain.

Jasper and Octavia discover Wells’ fingers and Murphy’s knife.

Monty and Jasper discover the “Survivor’s List”.

Kane is suspicious of Abby’s comings and goings. He’s tracking her movements.

A very thin possible parallel to Roan being suspicious of the Arkadians and might have Echo tracking their movements.

Jasper and Octavia bring the knife to Bellamy and Clarke.

Clarke deduces the knife is made of metal from the Dropship and so it couldn’t be a Grounder. Bellamy wants to keep the discovery quiet. Clarke and Bellamy are still antagonistic. Clarke wants to inform the people there’s a murderer amongst them. Bellamy thinks it’s a bad idea.

Exact convo:

Bellamy: “Clarke, be smart about this. Look at what we've achieved… the wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the Grounders killed Wells is good for us.”

Clarke: “Oh, good for you, you mean. What… keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?”

Bellamy: “Yeah. That's it. But it's good for all of us. Fear of the Grounders is building that wall. And besides, what are you gonna do… just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don't even know whose knife that is.”

Monty and Jasper confront Clarke with the Survivor’s List. Monty initially wants to keep the discovery quiet. Jasper and Clarke are still antagonistic. Jasper want to inform people that Clarke has made a list. Monty and Clarke think it’s a bad thing.

Exact convo:

Jasper: “You're not God, Clarke. You don't get to decide who lives or dies.”

Clarke: “The list is a backup. We have a...”

Jasper: “Well, I guess you don't mind if I tell everyone, then, right?”

Monty: “Jasper, no.”

Jasper: “People have a right to know that they're working for nothing.”

(Additional note: In 204 Kane shocklashing Abby to keep order in Arkadia, Clarke does the same to Jasper here.) Clarke confronts Murphy about his supposed murder in the middle of camp. She is very agitated; her voice is raised. People stop working on building the wall and begin to move closer to the confrontation.

Monty confronts Clarke about the list, then begins to read that list over the Rover’s radio. People stop working on repairing the Ark and begin to move closer to the confrontation.

A floating! In response to the charges levied against Murphy cries of “Float him” begin to sound.

Jaha is “floated” in the opening scene of this episode, although his floating is a joke.

Finn comes onto the scene, demanding that Murphy be cut down, but it is ultimately Charlotte’s confession that saves him.

Clarke pleads her case, explaining her reasons for picking the people she did, but it is ultimately Jaha arriving on the scene that disperses the crowd.

The people on the Ark are suffering from oxygen deprivation. Abby tells Raven “It’s just the beginning.”

Here, a possible parallel to this Season’s big bad. In Season 1, the Ark (the people’s home) is killing them. Earth, the people’s home is already beginning to kill some of them (those who died of A.R.S).

Abby puts herself in danger for Raven, going to get the part from Nygel, trading her morphine.

Compare this to Abby putting herself in danger for Jackson, stepping out of the cover of the tree line to reach him.

Charlotte reaches for Clarke’s hand and is rebuffed.

Clarke says the following to Charlotte (who later jumps off a cliff):

“She's a killer. You killed someone, Charlotte. Ended his life. Did you stop to think about that for even one second? Look at me! You can't just kill someone to make yourself feel better.”

Kane says the following to Octavia (who later falls off a cliff):

“There's a darkness in you, Octavia. I know you're still mourning. Sit down. You didn't have to kill that boy. You didn't have to kill Ambassador Rafel. You didn't have to kill Pike....A warrior knows when not to kill. Lincoln taught you that. You seem to have forgotten.” Clarke chastises Finn for keeping the bunker a secret.

Then they have the following conversation:

Clarke: Well… Looks like they never made it here. No. I figure the bombs took them by surprise.

Finn: All this preparation. What a waste.

(Not an actual parallel, but perhaps a possible hint at how the season will go? Perhaps someone, or lots of someones, don’t make it into whatever will serve as a bunker this season.)

Finn and Clarke wake to discover Charlotte is gone.

Octavia leaves Polis.

Raven says: “Abby how about I pace in the operating room next time you’re working.”

(Again, not an actual parallel, but perhaps something that might happen next episode, while Abby works to test Luna’s blood, Raven gets a little....fidgety as she waits for her turn.)

Bellamy and Charlotte arrive at a cliff, Murphy and his rag tag group hot on their tail.

Octavia and Helios arrive at a cliff, Echo and her two pals hot on her tail.

Charlotte jumps off the cliff after telling the group “I can’t let any of you get hurt. Not for me. Not after what I did.”

Bellamy yells “No!”, Clarke shoves Murphy away and says, crying: “No, no, no!”

Murphy is shocked.

Octavia is stabbed by Echo and falls off the cliff, Echo is shocked. Bellamy, upon hearing the news, is devastated and yells “No!”

Bellamy attacks Murphy, tackling him to the ground and punching him repeatedly until Finn intervenes.

They have the following conversation:

Bellamy: “Get off me! Uhh! He deserves to die.”

Clarke: “No! We don't decide who lives and dies. Not down here.”

Bellamy: “So help me God, if you say the people have a right to decide…”

Clarke: “No, I was wrong before, okay? You were right. Sometimes it's dangerous to tell people the truth. But if we're gonna survive down here, we can't just live by whatever the hell we want. We need rules.”

Bellamy: “And who makes those rules, huh? You?”

Clarke: “For now, we make the rules. Okay?”

Bellamy: “So, what, then? We just take him back and pretend like it never happened?”

Clarke: “No! We banish him.”

Again, Jasper’s line about not being God, not getting to choose who lives or who dies is relevant here.

Abby marches to meet Kane. Kane confronts her with the truth. Let’s her know he knows about Raven and has Abby arrested.

Raven simultaneously launches the Dropship.

Could parallel this moment to Abby putting herself in harms way to save Jackson and Raven knocking out the drones.

Monty’s attempt to make the wristbands work as a communication device ultimately fails, knocking out every wristband left, something Jasper blames on himself.

(Again, not a confirmed parallel, but perhaps something that might happen later. Perhaps Abby and Raven ultimately fail in creating more Nightblood. Perhaps, this is what we see in the trailer? The man in the medical chamber, suffering from lesions? Was he a test subject? This would also be similar to Mt. Weather testing the effects of the Delinquents blood on the girl in the meadow.

Continuing down this train of thought: The failure of Abby’s nightblood serum could result in the mass death of large portions of Azgeda. I think, once Roan knows what the plan for survival is, he will insist on his people being administered the serum first, as a show of good faith. The serum won’t work though and the Azgeda members who were administered the serum will die. Roan (and likely Echo) will not be among their number as a King would never be allowed to be a test subject.

I’ve been thinking for a while that the mass death of this Season will be the Grounders. They have the largest numbers (according to Clarke’s list-over 5,000) and are therefore the easiest to whittle down. We’ve already seen the extermination of Floukru-all but Luna-and the massacre in the Trikru embassy. Getting rid of most of the Grounders helps alleviate the burden Clarke feels in having to save “everyone.”)

We move to Clarke and Finn in the bunker, Finn is angrily trashing the bunker.

They have the following convo:

“Finn! Finn, stop it! Calm down!”

Finn: We're dead to them! Don't you get that?

Clarke: No, there's still hope.

Finn: Even you don't believe that. It's over, Clarke. They're gonna die up there, and we're alone.

Clarke: You're not alone.

Finn and Clarke have sex, as Clarke makes an effort to convince Finn that he’s not alone.

The closing scene is Raven, still dropping to the Earth, looking at the necklace Finn made for her.

I think we might get a moment with Clarke and Bellamy (before he finds out Octavia is still alive) where she tries to convince him that he’s not alone.

Possible spoilers under the cut:

I think we’re going to get a scene in 406 that might parallel this one:

I'm hoping the scene goes like this: Clarke looking at her L/xa drawing, Niylarke sex, Clarke sees Bellamy or something of Bellamy’s.

I'm thinking it will go like this: Niylarke sex, Clarke looks at L/xa drawing, then she sees Bellamy or something of Bellamy’s.

Either way, it will be a visual clue that Clarke is finally, REALLY moving on from L/xa.

I'm thinking the reason why Clarke will be looking at the L/xa drawing is because she finds out that the Flame has been destroyed.

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