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Epilogue: Always and Forever

So this was a dream.

He looked around and had to shake his head.

That whole repressed wish thing was on point at the moment.

Settling into a park bench, he sat back and took in a view he had never in his life cared for.

Children squealing, laughing, and running around on a playground.

Shaking his head, he said, "Where are you?"

And then, like she'd been there all along, his mother was beside him, sitting back on the park bench, taking in the view as well.

"Is this you again, or me?" he asked.

She made no effort to reply, just continued to look out, smiling slightly.

He resigned himself to waiting for her words. He'd figured out from last time that she answered in her own way, hardly ever giving a direct answer. Perhaps he wasn't asking the right questions.

"Is it what she wants?" she asked.

He looked down, grimacing. "No. Not yet?" he sighed. "I don't know." Except, he did know. She had said she didn't want kids. She didn't hesitate, she didn't stutter, she said it confidently like she'd come to that decision long ago.

That didn't mean he couldn't change her mind though. He just had to find out her reasons why.

"Are you prepared if she doesn't?" she asked.

He didn't want to answer that, and given her track record on not answering he figured it was his turn to answer a question with a question.

"If she does, is it possible?" That's what he really wanted to know. He didn't ask her here to point out the potential problems. He just wanted to know if it were possible.

"Part of your mother's legacy lies within you as well," she replied.

He looked up at her, shaking his head. "Why can't you give a straight answer?"

"I'm not your oracle, Ryan," she said. "I'm your mother. I can offer guidance but I cannot change what is meant to be with my words. Some things need to be learned, not told. If the universe revealed all its secrets, wherein lies the mystery?"

"Can I create life?" he asked, frustrated. "That's all I need to know. Can you give me that?"

"If you take that route, you have a long road ahead," she said.

"To convince her?" he asked. "I know."

He waited for her to say more, but, of course, she didn't.

"I think I can," he finally said. "I think that in creating me as he did, father blocked me from doing the one thing he created me to do. You say part of your legacy lies within me as well, and you are the creator of life itself. That's too much of a legacy to skip me entirely."

"If you already knew the answer, then why seek me out?" she asked.

"Peace of mind?" he said.

"Then I wish you a peaceful mind, my son," she said.

"Thank you," he said.

Maybe therein lay his actual answer.

Waking up the morning after having sex with Hope for the first time, he wasn't sure what to expect.

But he could get used to waking up like this.

Her mouth was kissing his chest softly as her fingers drew circles along his skin, down across his rib cage, creeping down to his navel.

He opened his eyes and saw that she was looking up at him, waiting for him to wake up, hesitant, with a question on her face. "You don't have to ask ever again. Nothing is wrong between you and me."

She nodded. "Same… I mean… you don't have to ask. I'll let you know if I don't like something."

"Deal," he said, smiling softly.

Her fingers were tracing around his naval now. He could feel himself responding to the touch. She noticed too. He wondered what she'd do next. He was not disappointed.

She pushed herself up, slid her right leg over him, and then sat up with her knees on either side of him, settling onto his legs. She didn't look at his face again, instead she looked down. Her curious gaze taking all of him in.

He held his breath as she reached out and wrapped her hand around him. He waited for her to say or ask something, but she seemed completely transfixed on that part of him.

She slid her hand down, feeling how hard he was becoming due to her actions. She reached out with her other hand, but this time she used a finger to trace beneath her other hand where it rested at his base.

He struggled to remain still as she explored further south.

Finally, she slid her fingertips back up, tracing the length of him until she found the tip. She slid her other hand back up too, then moved back down again. She watched, fascinated, as the foreskin stretched with her movement.

He jerked sporadically. He didn't mind her exploring his body, knowing she needed to learn and assuage her curiosity, but it was going to have to be in smaller doses. He wasn't going to last much longer if she kept this up.

She stopped tracing her fingers and grabbed hold of him firmly with her right hand. "Like this?" she asked, rising up and beginning to shift forward on her knees.

He realized she meant she was ready to go again. As she inched herself closer to him, preparing to line them up, he reached to grasp her hip with his right hand. "Hold on."

With his left, he stretched over for the condom. He opened it and placed it over his tip, leaving the space needed at the top while he rolled it down.

She watched, transfixed again, but then the confusion set in, "I thought you didn't need to…"

Finished putting it on, he reached for both hips to encourage her to move forward. "I'll explain later. For now, just…"

He finished with a groan because she'd stopped listening and had completed her earlier mission, using her hand to guide him up inside her.

She breathed out, moving her hips slightly as she settled firmly on him. "Oh!" she said, as if surprised.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked, kicking himself for not making absolutely sure she was ready before he entered her.

"No," she shook her head. "I'm just amazed it all fits."

Smirking, he gripped her hips as he jerked up into her.

She grinned down at him as she began to move. This time, he didn't keep eye contact. He was too busy watching where their bodies were connected, feeling himself get impossibly harder.

He wasn't going to last. He knew it already. She had fondled him for too long and then turned him on even more by being the one to guide him inside of her.

"Time to roll over again," he said, sitting up and rolling her to her back.

She cried out when he settled between her thighs, thrusting forward and taking control. She clutched at his back.

He tried to hold himself still inside of her while he reached down between them and thumbed at her again. He needed to make sure she was pleased before he was. Judging by the way she was moaning and begging, she was well on her way, "Ryan, please!"

His only reply was to use two fingers instead to twist around her numb gently, stroking at her and making her jerk up incessantly.

"Move!" she demanded breathlessly.

It was now or never; he couldn't hold himself back anymore anyway.

He removed his hand and focused on thrusting in and out of her again.

"Yes!" she cried out. She wrapped her legs up around him, making sure he didn't go anywhere as he resumed the pace.

His eyes found hers as he moved, connecting with her in more ways than one.

"Almost there," he murmured. "Come with me… come with me, Hope." He was begging her even if she didn't know it. She needed to be satisfied. He wasn't going to leave her behind. He held on as long as he could and was rewarded when she screamed out and clenched around him. He slammed into her one final time and let himself go, groaning loudly himself.

She was so spent, she could hardly move, but he tapped one of her legs to get her to release him. Barely able to move as well, he forced himself to pull out and roll to his side of the bed to get rid of the protection once more. He couldn't wait to have a certain conversation with her so maybe he wouldn't have to do this anymore. But he would, if that's what she wanted.

He rolled back toward her, grasping her and pulling her against him.

She was still breathing hard, trying to recover. "Is it always like that?" she asked.

"Only with you," he said.

Hope couldn't stop smiling.

She walked into the hotel's breakfast area to meet up with the twins with a wide grin across her face, knowing she was giving herself away completely. She couldn't help it.

Sex with Ryan was amazing.

She'd often heard the other girls at school talking about it with varying opinions, but the only thing they all had in common was that their first time kind of sucked. Most were quick to reassure that it got better after that.

Her first time hadn't sucked.

In fact, not only had she thoroughly enjoyed it, but he'd been so patient with her that all of her insecurities had fled. She felt safe to explore, to do things she'd never done before. He encouraged her to do it. She'd always feared intimacy like this, but he made her feel secure and at ease.

He was perfect.

He was also starving, which was why they made sure to get up before breakfast ended.

He went for the buffet laid out, and she went to the twins, seeing them alone. "No Jade or Alyssa?"

"Jade's still sleeping," Josie said.

"And so is Alyssa," Lizzie grumbled, looking decidedly rumpled. "She kicked. And I think it was on purpose, I swear."

"Well, I'm glad you're here," Hope said. "Let me grab something so we can all talk."

"Is this about that thing you had to ask mud boy yesterday?" Lizzie asked.

"As a matter of fact, it is," Hope grinned even wider.

"Try to tone down the wattage," Lizzie said with a long suffering sigh. "As if the smile wasn't apparent enough."

"Of what?" Josie asked.

"Don't you answer that," Hope said to Lizzie as she left, heading for the breakfast counter.

Lizzie rolled her eyes, picked up her banana, and began peeling it.

"I feel like I missed something," Josie said.

"No worries," Lizzie said. "Your time will come."

"Oh," Josie realized what she meant. She glanced at the couple. Hope had put a bagel into the toaster and gone to grab a yogurt. Clarke was piling on the bacon at the hot food area. She noticed every time Hope passed him, she grinned wider and made a point to touch him. "So she really…"

"You didn't hear that from me," Lizzie said, biting her banana.

"What does she even see in him?" Josie asked.

Lizzie shrugged. "He does kind of grow on you, kind of like an annoying hairy mole."

"Most people just have those removed," Josie said.

"Guess she finds it endearing," Lizzie suggested.

"I still don't get it," Josie said. She probably never would, but then her opinion of Clarke was quite colored.

Hope came back just then, sitting down across from Josie. "I'm glad you guys were still here. Has everyone else already come down?"

"Most, I guess?" Lizzie said. "Breakfast is almost over. I know Dad said he wanted to be on the road by ten, so we'll be leaving within the hour."

"I'll see you tomorrow night then," Hope said, spreading cream cheese on her bagel.

"Tomorrow?" Josie asked. "You're not going back today?"

"No," Hope stared down at her bagel. "Ryan's renting a car and driving us back tomorrow." He could do things like that now, rent a car, since he didn't have to hide from Triad any longer. Not when he actually ran Triad now—or he would, starting Monday.

"Aww," Lizzie said snidely, teasing, "Isn't that cute? Must've been pretty good."

"Lizzie," Hope hissed under her breath.

"Relax, I already figured it out," Josie said.

"What's he going to do now?" Lizzie asked.

"Yeah, it's kinda weird," Josie said. "I mean, at the end of the day you're still in high school."

"We'll figure it out," Hope shrugged. It definitely hadn't stopped them so far.

Clarke sat his plate down on the table before settling in next to Hope and across from Lizzie.

"Speak of the devil," Lizzie said ruefully.

"Don't mind her," Hope said.

He hadn't planned on it. He picked up his fork to dive into the eggs, but paused.

"Here," Hope said, passing over salt and pepper packets she'd picked up.

"Thanks," he said.

Lizzie and Josie looked at her with twin questioning looks, obviously both wondering why she had salt and pepper when she only got a yogurt and bagel, neither of which required seasoning.

"What?" she said. "He always forgets them."

Lizzie snickered.

"Anyway," Hope said. "I had an idea, and if everything works out—"

"There are a lot of ifs," Clarke interrupted.

"Yes," Hope said, "but if we can figure it out, I think there's a way to get around the merge."

"What?" Josie said, sitting up straighter. "Are you serious?"

Hope nodded and launched into her idea.

"And Clarke would be willing to do that?" Josie asked Hope.

Hope motioned toward him, wondering why she didn't just ask him herself.

"I'll do it," he said, not needing the brunette to address him.

"Can we trust you to leave the portal open forever though?" Josie asked.

He shrugged. "I said I would. If you don't believe me, go ahead and merge."

"There's a lot to consider," Lizzie said, reaching out a hand to stop the impending argument between Josie and Clarke. "We need to talk to our parents."

"I know," Hope said. "There's no rush, you've still got a few years left to decide."

"Actually…" Clarke interjected. "You've already had the bond flooding you with black magic for, what, seventeen years? And twenty-two is when it's supposed to get so bad you have to merge to handle it…which means, every year—every day really—it's getting worse."

"So, what you're saying is the longer we wait, the worse it'll get?" Lizzie asked.

"Yes."

Lizzie looked at Josie who looked at her too.

"Um," Hope spoke up. "I was thinking maybe you guys could come home with me for winter break? The New Orleans witches are powerful, even more powerful on New Orleans soil. They could sever the link between the bond and the seal, and then destroy the seal. If that's what you decide to do?"

"Will we need a celestial event?" Josie asked. "I assume one was needed to create it in the first place."

"I don't know," Hope said. "But there's supposed to be a meteor shower on the twenty-third. We could use that?"

"Wow," Josie sat back. "I can't believe we're actually talking about this."

"Is this because of Hope?" Lizzie asked Clarke. "Is that the reason you're doing this? Because for all we know you guys could break up two months from now and the world will be screwed."

"That's not going to happen," Hope said immediately. She was not losing Ryan. He was hers forever, damn it.

"You can't know that," Lizzie said.

"I'm doing it for you," Clarke said, staring at Lizzie.

Even Hope looked over at him in confusion.

"Me?" Lizzie asked, suddenly extremely bewildered. "It's not like I've given you any reason to think I even like you. Why would you do anything for me?"

"The earth magic," he said. "You insisted we use it in the spell to put the mark of Malivore on me."

"Yes... I did," Lizzie said. "There was no way I was ever going to do black magic, and I definitely wasn't going to allow Josie to do it ever again."

"It's the only reason I survived," he said. "I would've perished alongside my father if you hadn't insisted."

Hope's mouth dropped open and she looked at Lizzie, "Oh my God."

Lizzie looked just as shocked and for once was completely speechless.

"So no," Clarke looked at Hope with a smile. "While we are definitely not breaking up two months from now, or even two centuries from now, my decision wasn't made because of Hope…

"I owe you," he said to Lizzie. "You saved my life. So I'm going to save yours. If you want me to."

"I'll let you know?" Lizzie said, completely flabbergasted.

"Think about it," Hope said, grabbing Ryan's hand beneath the table. "Just let us know and we'll make it happen."

"Okay," Lizzie nodded. She looked at Josie again.

"We'll think about it," Josie agreed, nodding. She was suddenly just as hopeful as she knew her twin was. They might actually have a chance to live as themselves past their twenty-second birthday.

Hope looked up at Ryan, still grasping his hand. She would always be grateful to Lizzie for saving him, always be grateful to him for offering to save the twins, but mostly she was grateful she was still alive to get to experience more of this crazy life with him.

And it just kept getting crazier.

"So, your mother is earth itself!?" she exclaimed.

They'd returned to their room after breakfast—and Clarke made a stop at the hotel's quickie-mart for more prophylactics.

He'd settled her down to explain exactly what had happened yesterday when everyone thought he had died.

"Shocked me as much as you," he said.

"How is that even possible?" she asked.

"He made me out of mud?" he said. "Or, rather, earth, as she said. I don't know the details of how he did it; I wasn't around for that part."

"And she spoke to you in a dream?" she asked. "So you can dream now?"

"Yes," he nodded. "Its how I can reach her whenever I want to talk to her. She could never reach me before now."

"Ryan," she said, eyes softening as she thought of how he'd spent his entire life wanting his father to love and accept him never to receive it only to learn he did have someone to love and accept him after all. "You have a mother… that's incredible."

"I know, right?" he smiled, feeling his insides flood with warmth.

"I guess it's impossible for me to meet her," she said with a light smile.

"She's all around," he said. "Just look outside."

"You know what I mean," she said with a light laugh.

"I do," he said. "I could ask her, but she's not one to give a direct answer. For instance, she told me there were consequences because of what father had done, like her being unable to reach me. She wouldn't come right out and explain the other ones, just said I was more powerful that I knew."

"Well, we know what she meant by that, since you can control the pit now," she said.

"Yeah," he said. "But there are other things that I've been wondering…"

"Like?"

"Like whether or not I can create life," he said, meeting her eyes pointedly.

"Life? Like…Oh!" she said, eyes widening. "Oh."

He nodded.

"Um, that reminds me," she shifted awkwardly. "How did you find out you couldn't, you know, continue his lineage?"

He shrugged. "Father just knew? Just like how he managed to create me? I'm not sure."

"Oh," she sighed happily.

"Why?" he asked, wondering at her relief. "What did you think he did?"

"Lizzie just… you know, what? Never mind," she said, shaking her head. "It doesn't matter."

"If it's Lizzie, it's bound to be good," he said.

"Wait, you said she called the Gemini adoptive children of earth?" she asked. "You know what that means, right?"

"Don't say it," he grumbled.

"Basically Lizzie and Josie are your sisters," she said, grinning.

"I told you not to say it."

She laughed; she was going to have too much fun teasing him about that.

"So that's why you had the protection last night and this morning? Because you didn't know for sure?" she asked.

"I think it is possible," he said slowly.

"Thanks for letting me know," she said. "I'll get on birth control as soon as we get back."

"Right," he said, wilting inside a little. He knew it wouldn't be that easy. That's why he'd bought more protection before he even told her about it.

"Ryan?" she asked, seeing his face. "You didn't think I was going to say something else, did you?"

"No, I didn't," he said. "You made your feelings clear before…"

"I'm eighteen, Ryan," she said, realizing that he had been hoping for something different even if he hadn't expected it. "I haven't even finished high school. That is no where near my mind right now. I don't know if it ever will be."

"I know that," he nodded, understanding more of where she was coming from.

"Ryan," she looked down and put her hand on top of his. "The Mikaelsons are special. My family wouldn't even exist if my great aunt hadn't used black magic to help my grandmother conceive. But, as you well know, there are always consequences. The magic… the first born child of every generation is more powerful than all the ones before. That, coupled with my other powers, and combined with whatever your mother meant about yours? I'm not sure I want to do that to any child."

"So you're saying no," he said, trying to absorb all the information she'd just given him. He knew that might be a lot to put on a kid, but they wouldn't be a child forever. And, if she was the one meant for him, wouldn't that mean any child of theirs was meant to be too?

"I'm saying definitely not right now," she said. "I don't know when. Maybe after Nik grows up and has kids? At least then his child would have the magic, but not everything else?"

Nik. As in her one-year-old cousin.

"That could take twenty or more years," he said. "And if you become a vampire in that time, it might not even be possible." And if she didn't, if she aged that far, she might not be able to conceive for the age reason alone.

"Can we just focus on us?" she asked. "We've only just begun. We have no idea what will happen a year from now, or even next week. Can we just enjoy right now?"

"Yeah," he said, reaching out for her. "You're right. I spent too long not being able to; I went a little crazy thinking I could."

"I get it," she said, moving into his arms. "Just love me and let me love you."

"I can definitely focus on that," he said, kissing her gently.

"Good," she said. "Because I have a lot more to learn."

"Better get a move on teaching you," he said.

"Please do."

She loved this dream.

Looking around, she saw that her family home was decorated once again for the holiday.

A grand Christmas Ball was in full swing. The decorations were festive and elegant with garland, lights, wreaths, and bows. A magnificent tree, completely surrounded by gifts stacked high.

Every guest was dressed for the occasion in beautiful gowns and tuxedos.

She looked around.

She saw her aunts and her uncle, her brother… but she didn't see her parents like usual.

Leaning back against the bar counter she was standing by, she looked around again.

Spying Lizzie across the room, she had to smile at seeing her with MG. The two were talking and holding their wine flutes. Lizzie noticed her and raised her glass filled with the darkest red wine in toast.

Hope reached for her own wine glass sitting on the counter next to her elbow and raised hers to her friend.

She took a drink then pulled the glass down, frowning at it.

That wasn't wine.

She felt something strange in her mouth. She sat the glass down and raised a hand to her lips, sliding her fingers across the skin above. Something was different.

She turned around to the bar and saw a mirror off to the side. She walked quickly over to it. She opened her mouth.

Fangs.

She stared at them, understanding now that she was a vampire. Somehow she'd activated her vampire side.

Was this a dream? Or a premonition? She looked up at the mirror to take in the rest of her face.

Sighing in relief, she noted that she looked older—at least older than eighteen. Her face had thinned out slightly. So whenever she'd turned, it hadn't been as a teenager. She looked more like mid-twenties. She could live with that if it were a premonition.

She turned back to the bar counter. Seeing a stack of invitations that security must've left there as the evening wore on, she picked one up, hoping to find a year.

Ryan and Hope Mikaelson cordially invite you to a Mikaelson Family Christmas…

Not a premonition then, she thought, laughing to herself.

There was no way he would take her name.

She saw the rings on her left hand, a beautiful diamond with a thin silver band next to it.

Right?

She read on.

December 17th, 2039.

Join us to celebrate the holiday with food, drink, and dancing!

Riley requests gifts for the giving tree, to pass along to local children for her 5th birthday.

Riley? Who was that?

"Mom!"

Hope didn't know why, but for some reason she looked up having heard the name.

A little girl with long dark curly hair was making her way over to her. Her arm was behind her as her hand was clasped in Ryan's, tugging him along.

Mom?

She looked down at the card again. 2039. If she was five-years-old, that meant she was born in 2034. Hope would've been twenty-one.

Nik was only ten now.

This had to be a dream, right?

She put the card down and walked toward them.

Riley… Ryan and Hayley.

Her heart melted as she gazed down at the child.

Her hair and the shape of her eyes were Ryan's. The blue of her eyes, and the tiny features of her pert little nose, her chin, and even her mouth, looked exactly like Hope did in photos of her that age.

Ryan picked the girl up, settling her onto his right side and smiled at Hope.

"Mom, you should see all the presents people brought!" Riley said, grinning happily. "The kids are going to love them."

"I'm sure they will," Hope said, staring at the child in wonder.

"Look what I found," Riley held up a small spring of mistletoe in her right hand, her left hand resting on her father's shoulder.

"Do you know what that is?" Hope asked.

"Uh huh," Riley nodded.

She quickly moved the greenery to her other hand. She needed her right hand clear.

Hope reached her own hand up and stroked the backs of her index and middle fingers down the side of Ryan's face like always. Needing to be connected to him in her dream.

Riley quickly raised the index and middle finger of her right hand to her lips, kissing them, then held the two fingers out to her mother.

Pulling her hand back, Hope kissed her own fingers, and then met her two to Riley's, connecting them in their own secret handshake.

The way Hope had always done with her own mother.

Riley giggled, "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too…" Hope said softly, glancing at Ryan who was smiling. He was happier than she'd ever seen him before...

"Always and forever."

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Coming in July, 2020

A What The Hell, Universe?! Sequel…

Prologue…

Darkness lies in all of us.

No matter what you do, you can't escape it.

It'll find you because it's a part of you.

If you can't learn to live with it, if, instead, you embrace it, it can destroy you.

Though, perhaps, love is the greatest destroyer of all.

Darkness can take a break this weekend though.

My boyfriend's in town and he'll be here any minute.

My name is Hope Mikaelson, and I'm in love with a mudman.

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THE LAST GEMINI

fanfictionnet users, visit my profile for a link to the sequel banner.
graphic by: hopeforhopan_

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Note From Sharon

Thank you for all the support as I've written this. I've had so much fun; I don't want it to end! Therefore, it's not. There's so much more story to tell.

I'm taking a brief break until July. Time to write a oneshot or two, catch up on laundry, learn to create a diaper cake for my niece's baby shower, celebrate a couple virtual graduations with my nephews, rewatch the first two seasons of Dark in time for the season three premiere, and, of course, plot out the sequel to What The Hell, Universe!?

The Last Gemini will be here before you know it.

Everyone take care, stay safe, and I'll see you in July!

All my love,

Sharon
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PS: If this story inspires you creatively, please share your beautiful graphics and stories with me! I'd love to see or read them all. Anything Holarke is a win in my book!

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Thank Yous!

- My Discord Friends for all the love, support, and encouragement! You're the best!

- Vicky, my very first Holarke friend and an avid supporter! Also, creator of my kickass banner for the sequel! View her gorgeous Holarke graphics on IG: hopeforhopan_

- Rissy, my musical inspiration, providing part of my soundtrack to writing WTHU. View her stories as HopeMikaelsonClarke on AO3, Hope Mikaelson-Clarke on FFN, and TVDu graphics as hopemikaelson_clarke on IG.

- Liz, my mythology expert, suggesting monsters to join the fray with my own and enhancing the story exponentially, as well as naming road trip restaurants ;) View Liz's stories as ElijahsElena on AO3 & FFN

- Kylee, for always spreading joy and suggesting archangels, which lead to Ryan's biblical names list. View her stories as HopanForever2020 on AO3 and LivwellisUltimate on FFN.

- Kalei, my amazing niece for being my sounding board for a lot of this

- Romaine, my coworker who has never watched anything in TVDu but listens to me plot things out loud—and will continue to do so *giggle*

- All of my Readers, whose comments and reviews have encouraged me and provided me with much support, love, and laughter throughout this process.

Thank you all!

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Soundtrack to What The Hell, Universe!?

Theme: "The Last of The Real Ones" by Fall Out Boy

First Kiss: "Heaven" by Kane Brown

Those Pajamas: "Goddess" by Avril Lavigne

Dream Dances: "Dancing With Your Ghost" by Sasha Sloan

Clarke's Past: "Zombie" by The Pretty Reckless

Road Trip: "Already Callin' You Mine" by Parmalee

Sleep Cuddles: "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing" by Aerosmith

Clarke's Desperation: "Hold Me While You Wait" by Lewis Capaldi

Seylah & Hope's Battle Cry: "Warrior" by Avril Lavigne

Falling In Love: "Hanging By A Moment" by Lifehouse

Clarke vs Malivore: "Superhero" by Falling In Reverse

Holarke: "No Matter What" by Papa Roach

Please visit my profile for links to these songs in a YouTube or Spotify playlist for easy listening.